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I'm reading The Swords of Lankhmar in the second-volume of a two-volume semi-omnibus (no Knights and Knaves, so there will be no 55th sentence from page 55, I'm afraid.
In lieu of which:
"With a happy roaring shout that only he could hear, blood rushed through the Mouser's arteries toward his center, reviving his limp manhood in a mere moment, as a magically summoned genie offhandedly builds a tower."
Hisvit is hawt!!
Feeling better about those love letters not being answered now? :)
Comrade Anklebiter wrote:
I got a call from Omar the FAT the other day. "I've got good news!" he exclaimed. "What, are you going to marry that girl from ol' Blighty that you met on the Council of Ex-Muslims website?" "No, no, it's better than that, you'll never guess."
So, a couple of days later, Omar and I finally get together. "Blackmoore's dead!" he says, with a big smile on his face--Omar always hated Lord Blackmoore--"And I've got a bottle of champagne!" "Man, that's harsh," I chided, but then Omar convinced me that Lord Blackmoore would have wanted us to drink to his death, although, probably, not in celebration. Turns out Nazi Doodlebug had been idly googling the internet and discovered an obit for him from last year.
Anyway, we spent the night reminiscing about all the crazy shiznit we used to do when we lived with Lord Blackmoore.
The story that Omar liked the most, which he hadn't heard before, was when Lord Blackmoore started dating a woman who taught hip-hop dance at the East Boston YWCA. They were both into kinky shiznit, and, one night, Lord Blackmoore entreated me to film them having sex.
I refused. Not because of any prudery on my part, but because I had absolutely no interest in seeing him and his woman rut. He got angry and tried three or four different arguments to get me to comply. I told Omar one of the lines and he immediately posted it on Facebook as his virtual tribute to Lord Blackmoore. I'll get back to that in a second, but, later that week, after I had refused, I woke up one morning and found the refrigerator covered in Polaroids of his girlfriend performing fellatio on him.
Anyway, the line that Omar loved so much was, I think, the second or third line of argument that Lord Blackmoore employed to try and persuade me to play Director of Photography:
"What?!? You think you're a Bohemian and you won't even film me having sex with my girlfriend?!?"
[Pours one out in memory of Lord Blackmoore, may he rest in peace]
The story that I heard, from a guy who was looking it up on the internet, so you know it must be true, was that the honeymoon was a vestige of kidnapping your wife and bringing her back after she was pregnant and there was nothing her family could do.
Like I said, though, I couldn't say.
You know, I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know why I can never accentuate the positive, why I am always drawn to the worst, ugliest aspects of you disgusting pinkskins.
But in my spare time from acting as a propagandist for Hamas, Putin, and international proletarian socialist revolution, I've been doing some disturbing reading on wikipedia.
Apparently, there is a theory, true or not I couldn't say, that the ritual of the honeymoon comes bride kidnapping.
You pinkskins really are disgusting.
I can't say that I am extremely well-versed in trans issues, but there has been a spat between some radical feminists and trans activists for a while now.
And now, for your delectation: radical feminists vs. trans activists.
I didn't even bother to read them because I'm not a feminist, but I also remember there also being a flap with Julian Vigo suing Jacobin. I'll go look for that in a second.
That being said, based on sci-fi references in the titles, I have to say, Vigo's Le Guinism totally smacks the shiznit out of Adam's tired Star Wars crap.
Yeah, I've read those two, also the one he did with Chris Hedges that got the latter accused of plagiarism.
The Lahiri stories are nowhere near like what we're talking about. Mostly gentle, domestic stories about dreams and love and family and so on.
They made a movie of one of her books that I saw but didn't read. It's got pretty much the same feel.
Hey, Alex, do I butt in when you're trying to pick up some hawt Paizonian tail?
Don Juan de Doodlebug wrote:
I think this (post 2489, page 42) is the start of my attempt at Dalit Liberation threadjacking. There might be a few entries from before.
I've never heard of that Sacco book, Usagi-san, I'll certainly keep an eye out for it.
So, a bit of a confession. I was working at the airport, taking some courses at UMass Boston, six or seven years into my apolitical commie activist hibnernation, and I was assigned Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri. It actually got removed from the syllabus, but since I had already bought it, I read it anyway.
It's just short stories, I liked them, but things would pop out like caste and arranged marriages, and I'd go hmmmm, oh well, cultural relativism, right? And then I got back into leftist politics and that spate of headline-grabbing Indian gang-rapes came along, I started reading some, and I was disgusted with myself for ever having entertained such bullshiznit liberal PC notions.
Usagi Yojimbo wrote:
I'll read the Blatant Commie Propaganda shortly, but in the meantime, have you read Joe Sacco's story about the Dalits of Kushinagar? Caste and poverty. They appear to have left feudalism behind maybe ten minutes ago. The theoretical free market there doesn't seem to be working for them, I'd be interested in what Trots would say.
What? You actually want to hear what the Trots have to say?
Are you trying to seduce me, Usagi-san?
Spurred by your questions, Usagi-san, I cursorily googled some more. I didn't find any complete transcriptions of what she said but I did find this, which, I admit, doesn't make it look good for Ms. Roy.
Synergistic weirdiosily enough, we have a third generation Chinese-American comrade with pronounced Maoist tendencies coming up to give a talk on the Naxalites next weekend.
Anyway, I am now going to link every other article that I find interesting in my search engine results. You're welcome.
Oh, a necromantized gender politics thread? What could it be about? Hobby Lobby? The Massachusetts buffer zone law?
Nope, another article on dalits that caught my eye.
Mmmm, Gregor Samsa porn.
It reminds me, back in high school, we were assigned to do a "creative report" on The Metamorphosis. I brought in my guitar, performed a cover and then performed a little ditty I composed myself. I don't remember the whole thing, but I do remember one line about Gregor's "anal pleasure."
I got a C. Meanwhile, my girlfriend at the time whipped up some crappy crayon drawings the day it was due at lunch and she got an A.
Yes, but does Elminster Must Die hit the
The other thing about John Irving novels is they always have some interesting facts and lessons for the youth. In the past, I've posted about how The Water-Method Man taught young Doodlebug to keep his genitalia clean; everything I know about the hijras of India, I learned from A Son of the Circus; etc., etc.
This time I learned about marsupial anatomy. Spoilered for incredible vulgarity, obscenity, and the misclassification of hamsters as marsupials:
Bucky had lately seized on the fact that marsupials have paired vaginas.
"Twin t#$#s! Can you believe it?" Bucky asked Homer.
"Right" said Homer Wells.
"Is that all you can say?" Bucky asked. "Don't you get it? If you was a hamster, you could f$~* another hamster with your buddy!"
"Why would I want to do that?" Homer asked.
"Two c$&&s!" Bucky said enthusiastically. "You got no imagination....."
[Later] "Look at it this way," Bucky whispered to him, near the end of class. "If Debra Pettigrew had two t&*&s, she might let you into one of them."
What about Melony, though? She was hard, like a melon!
I haven't been progressing very quickly in The Cider House Rules due to socialist activism and increased hours at work. They just got the news that Wally was shot down over Burma.
Anyway, I did want to register my disappointment that the best character in the book didn't even make it into the film, unless you include the one scene where the girl makes a pass at Tobey Maguire by following him around with her tongue stuck out. But I think Melony is supposed to be older than Homer.
And the screenplay was written by John Irving, which makes it all the more disappointing.
Vive le Melony!
Frankly, I expect far more culture shock would come from modern attitudes towards race, women and sexuality in general,
A couple years ago I asked the boards if anyone knew of any statements by the Founding Fathers on homosexuality, and Comrade Samnell said, IIRC, that Jefferson proposed reducing the sentence for sodomy from death to castration. I never independently verified that, though.
I didn't even follow the Hobby Lobby decision, I was too busy pouting over Harris v. Quinn.
Actually, when it comes to female reproductive rights cases, I was a bit more touched by the striking down of Massachusetts' buffer zone law. Not that I ever really particularly cared for that law--No Reliance on the Capitalist State! For Mass Mobilizations to Defend the Clinics!--but one of the first things I did as a young goblin militant was attend a picket line demonstrating against an Operation Rescue confab at Harvard. A couple of months later, John Salvi, who, IIRC, was in attendance at the confab, walked into a couple of clinics in Brookline and murdered Shannon Lowney and Lee Ann Nichols. I did a lot of clinic defense that year.
What about Melony, though? She was hard, like a melon!
A bit further along and I come to "Lucky pony, huh, Sunshine?"
I throw the book down, run inside, grab Slaughterhouse-Five, and flip furiously.
"'What a lucky pony, eh?' he said. 'Hmmmm? Hmmmm? Don't you wish you were that pony?'"
Me? I hate horses.
You don't control the food you eat Corporations do. And you don't control your world view, the media does.