The 100th Post

Wow, who would have thought I'd have kept this blog up so long? Certainly not me. I'm a little notorious for not finishing stuff (if I weren't too lazy I would drag out the ten dozen skeins of yarn I have packed away for those projects I was excited to start but never did. Oh, you bitches are so all getting scarves for Christmas.)

So, what to do to mark this historic occasion? A giveaway maybe? How about these lovely penis straws?



I bought them many, many years ago as a gag gift for a friend, and never actually bestowed them on her. Now we don't see each other anymore and these things have been stashed away on the top shelf of Jason's closet forever. Every time he goes to get a sweater penis straws rain down upon his head. How come all this crap ends up in MY closet? Are you serious? I'm not putting that stuff with my things. You're the dude, dirty movies and toys get hidden away amongst your stuff-- that's just the way it is.

Looking at these things again, I have a new appreciation for the fine craftsmanship and attention to detail that went into the making of these beverage utensils. Note the prominent veins, and the manufacturer even took the effort to make the testicles crooked. Now that's quality work, my friends.

Which makes me think about the fact that although there is a lot of pressure on women to have attractive genitalia, it's pretty much a given that the male reproductive organs are an ugly sight to behold. I mean, there's no way to pretty up a pair of dog brains, let's face it.

This is not exactly what I had in mind to write about for my 100th post.

Anyway, I'm glad I stuck with it. I know on my profile it says I've had this blog since 2007, but that was just the result of a drunken night of rambling that ended up being like 20 pages long and deleted. This year I decided, after much prompting from Christi, to really undertake this thing. It's unclear exactly what's supposed to come of it-- if it's anything good she gets 10% (ha, try to get that to hold up in court!), if it's nothing then she owes me dinner.

Either way, it's helped me grow and filled a creative void in me. And it's let me connect with people, something I have a hard time with in real life. (Seriously, does EVERYONE have like 200 friends on Facebook? I have 35 and that's 20 more than I actually talk to.) So happy 100th, blog. You have served me well.

P.S. It has occurred to me that this blog represents about 1/3 of a book. Not that I'm saying it was misdirected energy or anything...(It's not wise to anger the blog.)

P.P.S. Sometimes I think Spellcheck just highlights shit to be an asshole because often it will give the EXACT same spelling of the word in its suggestions.