Let's Talk about Brad, and Being Politically Correct my Ass!

WTF! He said no marriage until the gays can marry?

"Angie and I will consider tying the knot when everyone else in the country who wants to be married is legally able," the 42-year-old actor reveals in Esquire magazine's October issue, on newsstand Sept. 19. [source]

Poor Angelina Jolie. What a convenient excuse. About Gay marrying... I have nothing against homosexual or gay/lesbian or whatever is the politically proper term these days. I have a real problem with the degradation of "the" Marriage Institution for the rest of us married people. Go ahead and co-habit people. Same sex couple standing in front of a priest is not "marrying." It's like saying a sperm donor is a "father." Duh!

It was great that Shiloh's first picture feeds tons of hungry children, housed the poor, and gave milk to poor orphans, that's great. Now, Brad is holding his marrying Angie for the gay right movement. Gee!

On a totally different note, this link is fun. It's click-worthy. There's something to be said for our quest to be politically correct! Be sure to take a look at the "new" vs "old" terms. *wink*

Dirty Old Man: Sexually focused chronologically gifted individual.

Panhandler: Unaffiliated applicant for private-sector funding.

Serial-Killer: Person with difficult-to-meet needs.

Lazy: Motivationally deficient.

Fail: achieve a deficiency.

Dishonest: Ethically disoriented.

Wrong: Differently logical.

Ugly: Cosmetically different.

Unemployed: Involuntarily leisured.

Dead: Living impaired.

Pregnant: Parasitically oppressed.

old - retarded
80's - mentally
90's - handicapped mentally
challenged

old - queer
80's - gay/homosexual
90's - queer
[strange but true]

old - fat
80's - big boned
90's - alternative
body image

The Mouse Will Play

The mouse sure did. Except, I am not quite sure if there should be a cat in my story.

I was sitting here wondering what to do because there are so many things I must do. It's a very perplexing, yet elucidating discovery to find myself playing with colors. It's very satisfying. Now, if I can only color-code my planned tasked, I'll be in business.

That's yet another argument why I must hit the bed and catch some zzzzzs. When I started this post, I had a lot of clever, interesting ideas floating in my head. Then I worried if my new colors clashed (I did save the old template colors just in case), and I totally forgot how to be clever and interesting.

I can only conclude that the peace and quiet is interfering with my creative thoughts. I need distraction and noise and interruptions. Funny how that is.

The Quiz Fascination

I don't know what's fun about a quiz. I have taken thousands of them before, but they're never much fun. In the Philippines, I doubt you'd met a teacher/professor who doesn't say at least once every two weeks "Get a piece of paper, we're going to have a quiz."

It's like a sickness, and it's very catching. Of course, those same teachers/profs are too lazy to check out the answers themselves, so they have us exchange papers with our seat mates to grade it. If that isn't possible because it's too much trouble, they pick someone from the class, grade their paper, and then hand that student the rest of the papers to grade.

Gratis of course. I've done a few of those myself. If you're from the Philippines, I bet you'd done it too. I am not sure about here. I studied Biochemistry and Chemistry here, and I don't remember if we ever had a quiz. If we do, I doubt any of the professors would let me grade it. One of my US Government professor did asked me to ran the scantrons for exams, but that wasn't all the time. Plus she took me out to see how the money were made in the Federal Building. Tons of money. The only ones they gave me were shredded ones.

However, I did get to met the Federal whatever. I don't remember his name, but I remember being properly impressed.

Here's another test. It looks like I am in the wrong era. Really, just because I prefer I Love Lucy to Beverly Hills 90210? I don't do drugs, had a mild overdose on Demerol while giving birth, it felt like an elephant is reading a book on my chest singing at the top of his lungs. I don't know why anyone would crave that sensation, it was the furthest thing from fun that I had experience. Go ahead, take the test too...I bet you can't resist it either. I wonder which era you'll land in.

You Belong in 1968

If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

Traveling G-Spot Finder

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Okay, I'm in a quandary. I wanted to send a G-spot finder to a friend overseas. One minor problem is this country happens to be a very Christian country. One where they won't, at least didn't about 15 years ago, published overtly sexual things.

Where their idea of an X-rated film then is Bo Derek's movie Ghosts Can't Do It . Of course I went to see it with my friend Grace. It was hard. We had to smuggle our street clothes because the damned theaters won't let us in with our high-school private school uniforms. Come to think of it, even public uniforms is banned from theaters on school days. We wouldn't be allowed by our parents otherwise, so Grace and I played hookey with our Home Economics class. Is it any wonder I did not know how to cook when I got married?

I'm not going to mention that my mother has a lot of friends willing to report about us standing anywhere else but near a school. Ssssh, don't tell my mother. I think she'll still get mad if she knows. I was supposed to be in school, doing educational stuff. We got away with that one. Whew!

It was really scarry when we went into the theater. All,except maybe 10, in a full theater are men or should I say, male? They are the slobbering and wanking kind. We decided that we're safe near the exit. However, it got to be too scary, we had to leave after 30 minutes after because well, too many guys in that otherwise "good" theater. We also find out it wasn't as much fun getting away that way.

Now, back to my problem. I hadn't realized, being as I am a person who doesn't usually go shopping for dildos and G-spot finders, that there are so many to choose from! I have decided on one. Now, as to sending, how do I declare it to customs? Any ideas?

For starters, I was thinking of putting it as (a few options):

toy, broad and non-committal

lady's toy, well, isn't it?

rattle, this one might fly, coz you know, they really come in a lot of cute
flavors. Or couse, this is heavily counting on the fact that customs in "that"
country will not include perves.

food item, I could include a jar of edible massage oil, and that would cover
it.

So, what do you think would be a great description on customs form?

*Wow, this one really looks pretty, although it's not as good as the other, but it's the closest to P-13 picture I can find.

Just tell me in Simple words

or better yet, pretend I am six-years old and that it's important for me to get this information right.

See, I keep getting an accounting e-mail and it says:

PLEASE NOTE: If the total balance is a negative amount (- figure) then this indicates that there is an outstanding payment due to you.

I want to know what it means. Does it mean I owe them money? Or does it mean they owe me money.

Why can't they write to me instead like this.

PLEASE NOTE: If the total balance is a negative amount (- figure) then this means a.) we owe you, or b.) you owe us.

Really, how hard could it be to say that. Sure it doesn't use big words like "indicates" and "outstanding" or "due", but I would understand it better.

I don't really care for fancy words. I save that for when we close on yet another house where lawyers use like 1 million words for what could be said in 10 thousand words.

I understand that longish verbiage is required for some transaction like hiring a domanatrix to hurt you for example. I can understand that a contract of that kind should include the whatnots, wherefores, and heretofores. Otherwise, I prefer simple.

What would you prefer yourself?