Damnsle Inthis-Dress

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Je pense, donc je doute. Je suis. Je pense.

Friday, January 07, 2011

Things My Mom Did Not Know

If your daughter ever asks you if she has high cheekbones, you say "yes".

Do NOT say "Well, there's enough padding there that you can't really tell."

NO. Just NO.


Just so we are clear:


Friday, November 26, 2010


You know how sometimes I can be really, really stupid?

Ok, so, I'm watching Battlestar Galactica, the reboot of the '70s show that was playing on SciFi. It was extremely popular by all accounts, but I never watched it - didn't seem my thing. Well, I've heard really good things about it from other geeks online, and now it's available on Netflix, so...watching it.

It's an extremely violent show - lot's of blood and gore going on; humans versus Cylons - a robotic race created by humans that rebelled and who now want to exterminate humans, yadda, yadda, yadda. The show actually has a very good back story and some ancient Greek theological beliefs that would take too long to explain here. One thing I do want to say though, that really impressed me, was the way they transitioned the look of the '70s show into the 2000s: they explained all the "old technology, like phones with cords" and such by saying that although their society was very technologically advanced, they scrapped all that when the Cylons rebelled because things like networked computers and WiFi worked in the robots favor and was easily hackable and vulnerable to viruses. So they did away with digital and went back to analog. It's really very elegant of the writers.

Anyway, the real reason I'm writing this (and the way wherein my stupidity becomes apparent) has to do with the aforementioned blood and gore bits. People are always getting cut up, or damaged in some way, or standing nearby when someone else gets cut up and they are then face-splashed with the resulting spew of blood (there is always a spew). So people are constantly running around with streaks and drips and drabs of blood on their faces - sometimes their own, sometimes not. The point is, it never fucking dries. It always look red and shiny and fresh, and human blood does not act that way when it's on TOP of the skin, rather than below, where it prefers to be. It turns rusty brown, or black (depending on quantity) and gets really flaky and dirt-looking and itchy.

I know this.

So here's where the stupid comes in.

For some reason, I honestly don't know why, the depiction of blood in the show finally got to me. So I did a google search to prove (to whom, I have no idea) that THAT is NOT what dried blood does.

Never, never, never, ever do a google image search for "dried blood".

Just...don't. Gods, I'm fucking stupid sometimes. I can never unsee that.

Saturday, September 11, 2010


I love my country. And I love this patriot.

This is patriotism that I can totes get behind. Also when he sings the last bit of "Stars and Stripes Forever", I always tear up. Don't know why.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Okay, I'm Upset That There's No Jet Packs...

But the year 2010 still is really fucking cool when you realize...

You were born before there were... Microwaves. VHS players. Push button telephones. 34mpg. CDs. DVDs. Free long distance, nights and weekends. And most importantly, the internet. I seriously wonder how I got along in my first few years without it.

Or, you know, decades.

Whatever. STFU!

Anyway, I was really hoping for jetpacks. I was practically promised them, dammit!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

A Question...

"So, um… So why is your left arm so much more cut up than your other arm?" He said, as he navigated us out of the hospital parking lot.

"Well," I said looking at him with some confusion, "I'm right handed."

Sunday, June 06, 2010


Watch this movie.

It is awesome. Seriously.


"Something's got to stop the flow".


Friday, June 04, 2010

I Like To Think...

That I look like this. I hope so, anyway; I think she's beautiful.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Okay, this will probably get me fired someday, but still...

I don't get it. I was raised Catholic and we had that whole Christian thing going on (no, really. The Catholics are Christian. Deal.) but then one day I really looked at what the whole thing was about and I thought:

What's the big deal? Jesus died for us? And? So fucking what? He knew he was a god. Where's the sacrifice? The pain of the whipping he got? The pain of the walk to Golgotha? Seriously? There are millions upon millions of people suffering worse, much, much, worse than that right now, as we speak, on a daily basis, for years on end.

If a person gives up hir life for someone else, that person is remembered as a hero because they made the "ultimate sacrifice". And we refer to it as the "ultimate sacrifice" specifically because we don't know what comes after death. Probably nothing. That's what the odds say, anyway. So that's why it's a sacrifice: A person is giving up everything for a possible nothing.

And this guy, who (in the context of the tale) knew he was a god, who knew what came after death, who knew there was actually NOTHING at stake for him to give up his life... We're supposed to be grateful for this, why?

What was actually sacrificed?

This Jesus dude - he knew he was a god and he knew what came after death; the "book" is very specific about that. So what kind of sacrifice was it really? In the cosmic scheme of things, we're talking like a very small hangnail worth of pain. If that. How is that inspiring?

Seriously, I want to know. How does some guy going thru something that he knows is going to turn out all right supposed to “save us all“? Especially when he knows he’s a GOD?

Anyone? I open the floor…