The Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation’s annual walk-a-thon here in Atlanta is September 18, and MyIrony is wholeheartedly supporting the cause. Principally because Chutney will be able to use the toilet for a change if they can cure his wife Whiski’s Crohn’s disease. Why should you donate to the CCFA walk?
10. Bleedy colons make Baby Jesus sad.
9. Whiski is a champion prize fighter already. Making her take steroids everyday for her Crohn’s makes Chutney tremble with fear.
8. Colons have feelings too. Bitch.
7. No matter how much fun Katie Courick makes it look like, getting an annual colonoscopy for the rest of your life sucks ass.
6. Mainstream pro-colon websites actively discriminate against differently coloned Crohn’s patients.
5. For once, I would like to make my wife peas for our goddamn aniversary. Is that so fucking wrong? Fucking goddamn love peas, you heartless bastard?!?
4. Christopher Reeves didn’t get Crohn’s, so we could use a little help here.
3. You still owe me $20.
2. It’s tax deductible, which is considerably easier than starting an offshore tax shelter.
1. The new Ashlee Simpson album sucks anyway.
You can donate here.
Now, kids, I want you to come over and give your grandma and Rowdy a big kiss.
I expect a letter from the Goiter Anti-Defamation League any second now.
What’s that, you say? Permalinks are where blog posts live when they fall off the front page due to old age. That way, if someone wants to link to one of my posts, they’ll have a link that just goes to the post they want, and they won’t have to worry about it falling off the front page when it gets old. Nifty, ain’t it?
You can get the permalink for any of my posts by clicking on the post’s headline and checking your browser’s address field. Old links still work fine, so no need to change anything. I’m hoping the new permalink structure will make it easier to track traffic on individual posts.
Tonight around 10pm my wife called me out to the front yard. Just around the corner from this place (our back yard) was the first ever sighting (for these two Okies) of leopard slug sex. Yes, nature in all its fecund glory was manifesting its virility before our very eyes—with the aid of a flashlight.
If you’ve been clicking on the links, you’ve by no doubt discovered the vivid color photos. Unfortunately, MyIrony is not the first website to distribute online photos of wet hot leopard slug action. Nor the first to broadcast a photo of a well-defined, fully extended slug penis.
However, we are the first blog (to our knowledge) to distribute live video of the “money shot” of hot sticky slug-on-slug action. You’ll notice in the video several key moments: (1) The final post-coital embrace (rather sweet of him/her). (2) An obvious expression of post-coital exhaustion. And (3) the beginning of post-coital withdrawal, which clearly establishes which of these hermaphroditic creatures was “the top,” so to speak.
One post-coital moment of grace we didn’t manage to capture on video was this removal of the spidey-sense web nightie of one leopard slug by another. Truly heart warming.
(After these photos, the withdrawing slug changed his/her mind and chased the other slug up to the window sill.)
And that is why my father-in-law got me a digital camera for Christmas.
The reputedly inscrutable Algerian philosopher Jacques Derrida in an interview following a lecture on forgiveness in Capetown:
This gesture that I make when I talk of pure forgiveness is a different gesture. I try to explain that any type of pure forgiveness is impossible and that one can only truly forgive that which is unforgiveable. If one forgives what is easily forgiven, one doesn’t really forgive. One must forgive what is unforgiveable, and so do the impossible.
I also try to distinguish between reconciliation and forgiveness. A forgiveness that is demanded or accorded in order to achieve some kind of reconciliation is not forgiveness. If I forgive solely to change a situation, or to heal a wound, or if I forgive with a therapeutic intention, or a psychoanalytic or ecological purpose, or so that someone’s health returns, or peace is restored, then to me that is not pure forgiveness. That’s a calculation.
Now I might think it’s a good calculation—one that must be made—but I wouldn’t consider it pure forgiveness. I would regard it as something that is part of a process—a process of mourning or reconciliation—which is sometimes therapeutic or politically necessary. And I approve of all these processes of reconciliation that are attempted in many part of the world today.
But since I am a philosopher who tries to be rigorous with what’s said and tries to understand the meaning of words and evaluate their sense and implication, I refrain from calling these situations examples of pure forgiveness.
The new discussion over at Coffee Hour is Unitarian Universalist humor. After a Google search, I’ve now found my new favorite UU joke (and many more):
A little Unitarian Universalist girl was sitting on the curb in front of her house with a sad look on her face. An older lady happened upon her and asked her why she looked so sad. The girl replied, “My kitty cat died.”
The older woman, trying to be helpful, said to the little girl, “I know you’re sad, but right now your kitty cat is with Jesus.”
The girl crinkled her nose for a second and replied, “What would Jesus want with a dead cat?”
