THIS is way too much fun. You enter a URL or body of text and it tells you what words are used the most. For my blog, "like" and "movie" are vastly above all else. I'm kind of ashamed and also kind of proud. And why is Frodo so big? Have I really said it that often?

Let's get Gayrried

That beautiful caption job was supposed to be for an article about how people need to get a grip and stop expecting Terminator: Salvation to be the second coming of post-apocalyptic adventure films, and just accept that it is an awesome action-adventure movie featuring hot people shooting things. Since when has that not been enough?

However, the sad news coming out of Sacramento today is making me rethink what's most important for me, a blogger with a clearly ENORMOUS following and the real chance to impact political decisions that have already been made, to talk about. So instead of calling out T:S haters, I'm going to pretend that my husband (seen above) is telling homophobes to fucking GET OVER IT already, because I can't believe we are still having this conversation. There's really not much I can say that hasn't already been said more eloquently, so let's just leave it at... fuck you, California. You're better than this.

Same Shit, Different Bidet

I found this picture buried in my sketchbook. It's not clear what expression I thought I was drawing, but it sort of looks like she's about to let loose a serious fart. Good luck, lady!

I also found the drawing below. These ladies were in a "girlie show" in 1914, which is a fancy way of saying striptease. Strippers in the old days looked classier than regular people today. Is this progress?!?!?!


In other feminist news, the Vatican Army might start allowing women to join. Even though the modern woman in me (haha ew) is excited about this, I can't help but feel like it's another addition to a long line of shitty peace offerings to minority groups. Like gays in the army or getting to work as a bean-picker. Besides, can you imagine a lamer job? Does the pope even need protection? What can your silly Vatican guard hat do that an omnipotent protector can't? (besides look FABULOUS with heels?)

Actually I take back that last joke. For one thing, it was too easy. For another, God probably rocks the shit out of a pair of stilletos.