Friday, January 8, 2010
I am the walrus.
Ok, so happy Friday! Yay - we made it through another week. We rule!
For the first order of business this AM I need to pass along a truly disturbing and hilarious clip I found on Dlisted. It's NSFW only if you think seeing a walrus pleasuring himself orally might get you fired, otherwise, knock yourself out!
Welp! I'm awake!!!
What's goin' on, beautiful people? I'm just kickin' it at work. It's dead today and I do wish my boss would just take a day off, but no. I'm sure he'll be in to try to find some menial and pointless task to keep me busy, and I will do it half-assed because I know that in the end, it just doesn't matter. He's happy, I'm happy-ish - everybody wins!
Speaking of Beautiful People, have you all heard of the online dating website that only allows attractive people to join? BP was in the news this week because apparently they kicked a bunch of members out after they gained some holiday poundage, thereby rendering them unworthy of mingling with the other hotties on the site.
Their process is that once someone joins, they must post a photo. During the next 48 hours the other site members vote on whether they're beautiful enough to be members of the elite site. Then, it seems that every photo they post of themselves gets monitored just in case they let themselves go and have an extra slice of cheesecake or something.
Hmmmm. How do we feel about this? I admit that I was kind of appalled that such a blatantly superficial and demoralizing site exists, but since I'm a live & let live kinda gal, I don't question their right to have a club that discriminates on the basis of looks. I guess. It's like if there was a club for only blonds or chubby-chasers; it's a free country, right? It just seems wrong, though, right? Hmmmm.
As Groucho Marx said, "I don't want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member." True 'dat, buddy!
What are your thoughts on the matter? Or, have I scarred you so badly with that walrus video that you've gone all Oedipal and gouged out your own eyes? Some things cannot be unseen, I know. Sorry 'bout that.
But you love me anyway, because I am a crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess. You heard me.
Enjoy your weekends!