No Style No. 38: Tokyo beware.
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…this was actually based on an entirely cracked-out conversation with one of my friends, after he listened to the second Darkside Rainbow Live Webcast and latched on to the “Queerzilla” silliness. You really don’t want to know about the rest of it…trust me. It makes the events during the 100/500 comments contest look tame by comparison.
Speaking of that, lovely Lessa was kind enough to send pictures of her wearing/using her prizes (well, one of her prizes, and one prize she snitched from Barbara):
It made me laugh far too much to see that. She apparently traumatized her kids, while reinforcing their friends’ idea that she’s the coolest mom ever. Hell, I’d kill to have a mother with that kind of sense of humor (but then we already know how I feel about my mum, don’t we, so no need to beat that deceased equine).
Still on the topic of comments, if you’ll recall, the next comments contest mark was set for 3,000 cumulative comments. I still have no idea what the hell I’m giving out as a prize this time (although I’m eyeing a cute little black and blue 2GB Sandisk Sansa MP3 player, even nicer than the last one I gave away), but just for a progress update, we’re just over 2,420. (We ended the 500 comments contest with almost 2,150, I believe.) So we’re getting there, slowly but surely. I figure it’ll take another few months to eat up that last 600, unless we suddenly get a huge surge of traffic/new visitors or you guys lose your minds and pull off some unexpected, insane Herculean effort.
I’ll update you guys on the prize soon, and continue posting progress updates now and then.
Before I go, you may remember that I mentioned a LiveJournal friend, Vivian, whose slogan is “Keep Your God Off My Body.” Well, now she’s got a CafePress store where you can get the logo on a T-shirt; she’s also working on “Keep Your God Out of My Classroom/Government/Job Security”, but right now the default is the only one available. She’s not doing it for profit (who could, with CafePress’s outrageously high base prices?), but she just wants to get the word out about the undue influence of religion in decisions involving birth control, abortion, women’s rights, minority rights in general, government, and other areas that affect all our lives. So if you want to pick up a nifty t-shirt that’s not nearly as tasteless as mine, check her out:
That’s all from me, and I’m out. See you tomorrow. Ciao.
~Adri
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February 18th, 2008 at 1:03 am
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February 18th, 2008 at 5:38 am
Part of me would like one of those, part of me thinks ‘you really can’t be wearing that’.
I think either way the shipping and customs takes the decision for me xD
February 18th, 2008 at 6:19 am
I am scared of that pink thing. And the internet. And the idea of transgendered amputee dragons. And just generally scared. And kind of killing myself by not laughing aloud in the library, but nevertheless.
February 18th, 2008 at 6:23 am
Ye holy gods, that is a frightening image (that pink thing)… o.O hehe… The shirt seems to have turned out well though, that is hilarious!
Enough of distracting myself though, I need to get back to my essay for my class on Milton…
Adri S.
February 18th, 2008 at 6:58 am
That is very… pink. How very pink that is.
Having little to no money due to studentdom, I cannot buy one of your associate’s t-shirts, much as I might like to. However, I am currently in the possession of clothing painting pens, so I may create some suitably similar patch to attach to today’s clothing of choice.
After I finish 2000 words on the State of Nature as used by political theorists. I love my study.
February 18th, 2008 at 9:12 am
Pink. Yes. o.o;
Ya know, I don’t think my mum can traumatize me anymore than she already has. I wonder if she would wear your shirt if I bought her one.
She probably would. Like to my school. And I would laugh.
And as for Vivian’s, I like, but I think maybe I’ll wait for the Government one. :3
February 18th, 2008 at 11:34 am
Traumatizing my kids is the best part of my day. *grin* of course, they do tend to get back at me at random times. Like during parent teacher conferences. My youngest followed up a story about her cousin farting in grammas face (…i know. She’s 8. Bodily functions are still the BEST TOPIC of convo EVER. sigh.) by answering the question “and what did nana do then?” by stating with a groan “She started talking about SEX!”
…… i KNOW right? I just sighed and shook my head. Kids.
(The correct answer was ‘fake belch’, by the way. We didn’t start talking about sex until a good FIVE MINUTES after that incident!)
(what, you don’t talk about wild monkey sex at the dinner table between taking care of kids and eating birthday cake? no? Don’t know what your missing, do ya? (grin))
February 18th, 2008 at 1:26 pm
It should be a bad thing that this comic was far more entertaining than the movie we tried to watch last night. At least Wild Hogs ended up being a pleasant surprise.
And is it wrong that I pictured a bunch of kids sitting around that thing singing “I Love You, You Love Me”…
February 18th, 2008 at 2:10 pm
I don’t think my mom would ever wear that shirt, but she’d buy it for me… Hrm…
It does remind me of all the sex conversations we have at the breakfast table, though. Something along the lines of…
“I’m heading off to work, but remember there’s condoms in the medicine cabinet if your brother finishes the ones in the bathroom.”
“… Thanks, mom, but I’m not having sex, so I don’t think I’ll need them…”
“Well, just in case you decide to do something while I’m gone…”
“Nope, not planning on it.”
“And if you do, remember to do it in the house,and not some car or something..”
“Still not having sex, thanks.”
“And remember to put them on properly..”
“I’M NOT HAVING SEX. GO TO WORK!”
February 18th, 2008 at 5:28 pm
Tone - hahahahah!
I do the thing sorta. We have a box of condoms in the basket in the kitchen window. I remind them often that I keep count, but there’d better be one missing, rather than a grandbaby. Cuz then I’d kill them. They’re all “WE’RE NOT HAVING SEX!” except for my daughter who usually pops off with “EXCEPT WITH MY GIRLFRIEND so I DONT NEED ONE!”
She’s every bit as snarky as I am. I adore that child. *L*
February 18th, 2008 at 7:51 pm
I don’t think my mom goes as far as keeping count, but with how many boxes of condoms we have at random places (bathrooms, bedside drawers, kitchen, first aid kits..) it would probably be too much of a chore for her to.
February 18th, 2008 at 8:22 pm
My mother still refuses to tell me where babies come from. Of course the only time I asked I already knew. Her answer was the stork, which is how they found me in under a rock….in a dumpster…next to the cabbage patches?
^_^ I still love her answers to my very random questions.
February 20th, 2008 at 3:55 am
I love your comics. Because my family is completly straight except my oldest brother and completely narrow minded I was disowned because of my complete belief that everyone should have the same rights no matter their prefence. So I enjoy reading these because it shows your opinions. I hope you continue with them.
March 14th, 2008 at 8:55 am
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