100 Years Of Gradual School
One of Dr. Ding’s very favorite prison shrink colleagues used to refer to his time in a doctoral psychology training program as “gradual school” and I’ve co-opted the term ever since.
The following video leaves me incredulous. I cannot believe I spent 100 years of my life in gradual school, and all of my twenties when I could have been watching Thursday night Must-See TV and drinking Zimas whilst getting my flannel-shirted grunge on, training to become a psychomacologist.
I could have learnt instead the arcane arts practiced by the fellow below. He’s a better psychologist than I am, and I’ll bet he never had to hand-write 90 pages of comps. Lazy bastard.
| Etsy: QueenBodacious |
Meet My New Evil Manservant
This is my 80-gig MacBook, aka Dr. Ding’s New Evil Manservant. As of yet, I’ve not decided whether I’m going to name it Jeebes Jr. or something less diabolical. I know, I know, I’m shamelessly showing off my new baby-slash-narcissistic extension toy and what an Apple elitist I suddenly am, blah blah. Sac up* already.
What I really want to call attention to, however, is located above: my first fully successful attempt at snapping, resizing, and cropping an image using Skitch. I’m as proud as a peacock. A peacock who now owns two wigs and thinks she’s got shit-hot geek cred because she can use a simple image sharing program. Booyah!
I am a Goddess. I let my nerdfreak flag fly HIGH; whenever, wherever.
*I mean this in the ovarian or egg sac sense.
| Etsy: QueenBodacious |
My MacBook Is Killer Bee
Dear Peeps.
Dr. Ding got herself a MacBook yesterday.
It’s like trying to absorb Swahili Berlitz tapes while wearing earplugs and mittens, but slowly I’m learning the silverine and elegant Apple prosody. I have a nifty post on tap for tomorrow if I can but learn how to post YouTube videos without wanting to bombard the world with a colorful array of obscenities in sheer frustration.
Huh. Imagine me, the Eighth Duchess of Marlboro, spouting obscenities. Hmph. Funny, that.
Instead I will leave you with this handy reminder from List of the Day.
| Etsy: QueenBodacious |
Dr. Ding Goes To FiFi Mahony’s….
…and custom orders this wig, y’all. Except mine will be black with blue highlights. Fantasgreat!
I cannot help the fact that I work in a profession that requires I look considerably less, shall we say, festive than I’d like to.
Sigh.
Perhaps some day Dr. Ding will singlehandedly rewrite the mental health professional dresscode. Until then, however, I will save my sashaychante and my glittery, glittery savoir-faire for evenings and weekends and suffer spiritual lumbago as a result. Oh the sacrifices I make to help humanity.
| Etsy: QueenBodacious |
Don’t Talk To Me About Love
Dr. Ding feels that this airy, cheesy vintage Altered Images video was the perfect cap to an airy, cheesy holiday manufactured by Big Carda in order to make single people feel bad about themselves.
Happy V.D. everyone.
| Etsy: QueenBodacious |
Dear Dr. Ding
Dear Dr. Ding,
Wow! When I arrived at work last week I was excited because it was
announced we were to have a Mardi Gras party sponsored by our cultural
diversity work group. They said the food would be provided. Then I
noticed the date of said party: Ash Wednesday! I am not a Catholic and had
no idea if any of my coworkers were Christian and celebrated the day with
the traditional fast to begin the season of Lent. I only am aware of these
things due to friends who are Catholic, lapsed or otherwise. I am not on
this committee because I believe that it is nearly impossible to develop a
cultural culture. Just saying it makes my ass pucker because I am just
waiting for an event like the one on Ash Wednesday to occur. These groups
tend to try to hard to make culture fun and put their head up their own ass
by trying to educate someone on a culture they know nothing about. My
concern with this whole issue is that my Not-For-Profit agency who is
telling us we don’t have enough $$ to pay our grocery bills is paying a
consultant to develop and organize this circus. One, I need to watch my
attitude and two, as a manager I can’t ignore staff who tell me they can’t
participate in the staff party because it goes against their beliefs and
those are the very beliefs we are supposed to being aware and sensitive to
by throwing the party in the first place.
The party was planned by a committee of volunteers who gave up their free
time to organize it. They all sit on the committee because they believe
that we need to honor cultures other than our own. I don’t blame them, I
do blame the consultant who should be researching and helping them become
aware before they blunder into something like this. How do I address this
issue without killing the spirit of the committee?
Culturally Aghast
Dear Culturally Aghast:
After Dr. Ding finished wiping huge, satisfying tears of laughter from her beady little shrink eyes, a single thought bestirred from the Stygian depths of her brain in response to the scenario you’ve outlined here, and swam serenely to her mind’s surface: what a bunch of irredeemable fucktards.
I know, I know, it’s wrong to conflate “fuck” with the diminutive form of “retardate”…but by the holy silver go-go boots of GirlJesus™, this whole Mardi Gras-on-Ash Wednesday scam is just fucked up like a football bat. Make no mistake, it’s fuckity fuck-fuck fucked. (more…)
| Etsy: QueenBodacious |
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