I wonder how the other, normal-dog-having, owners feel about Clifford. I wonder if they feel guilty for never loving their dogs enough. I wonder if this leads to hurt feelings. Which leads to anger. Which leads to revenge!
Clifford the Big Red Dog – The Red is from Blood.
Oh man, you guys. I just wrote about gay marriage on my blog AND I recently was in NYC (coming from Toront). Now, I’m not saying that I am totally the reason Obama announced his support but I’m not saying I’m not NOT totally the reason.
Oh, there will be drinking. I’ve got a drinking course for each meal! I’m hoping everyone will be having naps by 4 thus giving me my personal time off to pretend my cat speaks in a french accent and read about lesbian pregnancies. My priorities are so sound.
Any other Friday and I would be that baby, so finally happy to get to the pearls of the weekend. But THIS weekend my future inlaws are coming and staying at my house. So, I’m kind of like that baby but instead of getting pearls of happiness and accomplishment I get pearls of responsibility and obligation.
Oh god, you guys, ugh. Right? I started a blog, oh god, why am I still writing. Yeah, and it’s on the Internet. Stop typing, Harke, c’mon. And if you wanted to check it out that’d be fine. Ugh, I don’t know. What?
I’m breaking my legendary silence (or its been so busy working!) but I wanted to because I’m a gay lady getting married to another gay lady in Toronto and I just don’t get it anymore. And by “it” I clearly mean “homophobia”. I’ve been gay bashed by exactly two people in my life. One was a 16 year old boy on the bus who saw me holding hands with my girlfriend and asked if I had a boyfriend (I replied with a witty “Oh, no, sorry, man, I don’t know any guys who would be good for you!” Wait to fight homophobia with..more…homophobia, Harke) and the other was an 11 year old black kid in the apartment building I lived in who followed me around (I being a 22 year old) asking me if I went down on my girlfriend, etc, etc. And it really, really felt terrible, you guys. And those aren’t even that bad! So when we live in a world where my country’s conjoined sibling still has so much hate/mistreatment for the gays I get so confused and angry and sad.
I love Ellen (no doy) and love how she softly subverts by talking about the mundane things her and her wife does but I especially love when she calls people on their shit. I don’t shop at JC Penny but only because their flannel collection was low and I expect this will be improved. We need more Ellens and we need less Santorum’s and popularity is how that will probably happen.
..This rant was brought to you by coffee.
I really really enjoyed SNL. I was really tired and thought I would probably hit the hay but then I realized Emma Stone was the host and that it was a new episode and then I stayed up and watched the whole thing.
My favourite parts were the parts with Emma Stone. Oh! Specifically I enjoyed this one moment where she very gracefully placed herself atop of the office desk to weep majestically to “Someone Like You”. I also really liked that in that sketch no one was crying for anything remotely similar to the lyrics of “Someone Like You”. That’s what made it so real.
…I love Emma Stone.
Wait, so does the boy join the army to be with his horse again? Do you think the horse will die so he can become a man? See, he’s Harry, the horse is Dumbledore and WWI is Voldermort.
Also, the Raven was looking super fun till I saw it was by the same dude as V for Vendetta so now I’m pretty sure the bad guy is V for Vendetta. Or the main detective. SPOILED WITH GUESSING.
But the director of Precious is doing it! I don’t know if ya’ll saw that film but it could have used some uppers. I needed uppers. The man sobbing in the theatre needed uppers.
Thanks, Lil! I’m pretty excited. And it’s my birthday!
It’s one of those books where you’re shouting (shouting!) on the subway “No! Nooooooo!” Because every favourite character eventually makes you cry. It was like the Requiem for a Dream of the 1960s!
On that note: I hope Lindsay Lohan is in it. It was written for her life!
I’m getting gay married!! Take that, Patti!
…though we’re gayladies so maybe she also has opinions that align with this. Like, lesbians ONLY do monogamy! And Canadians ALWAYS tell the truth. I don’t know. Is there a place to write her?
There were no gifs about cats and my cat was in the hospitall week and it was such a bad week and cost like $5000 smackaroos (no joke) and I love gifs of cats.
My friend met Miranda July and accidentally touched her bum!
Cool story, Harke, cool story indeed.
ALL OF THE UPVOTES FOREVER.
Gosh, I love me a Eco shout-out.
May I be the first to submit my application.
Why are they making “We Need to Talk About Kevin” into “Voldermort, a beginning”. The book did a pretty good job at making me feel like he was a normalish kid. Movies: Treating us like we’re morons since 1911.
How sweet are those pajama pants. So sweet.
And this is why they can never get married. Not because they’re puppets, but because if things ended it would hurt too much.
Ooh, and that’s how facebook reveals your secret identity. Awesome. This is why I can’t friend Clark Kent OR Superman on facebook. Booo, hissss.
My “top notch” joke was stolen! This is just as good as making it into the ball. IT IS JUST AS GOOD.
haha! Top notch, topknot!
I can’t believe it’s just moving because of science-magic. It is alive and misses it’s giant squid mother! *sad face*
This must be what inland beaches have resorted to.
Also! If I knock a rhythm onto the frisbee can I add beets to the pizza? Mamma Mia!