So no shit, there I was, on this girl geek culture website called The Mary Sue, when lo and behiney, I found this groovy post about this dude’s Star Wars mural that is also a hidden picture puzzle.
If you’re into such things, you should check out Ulises Farinas’ website and unleash hell upon your retinas. Makes me wish I had one of those gigantic Mission Control-style monitors so I could better pick out what I think may be a homeless Shrek.
Thanks to this hawesome blog post by Agent Lover, I have now become an official donor to this project - GLOW: The Story of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling.
You amemba GLOW don’t you? It was a big-haired, bad-permed all-girl army of spandexy wrestling aerobic ladypersons, ruled by Jackie Stallone. Yes, that Jackie Stallone, rumpologist to the stars.
Anyglitter, GLOW brought some glamma to wrestling. Or, rasslin’, as we say where I’m from. I donated a measly few bucks to the movie’s Kickstarter campaign and I’ll get a preview of the movie in digital form before it’s released. That, or a couple of those dyed pink Easter chicks sporting fauxhawks that I always wanted, I was unclear.
This is a test post. Trying to blog from work, where I’m workin’ for The Man. And eating apple cake made from the tears of angels.
So clearly I’m just easing back into this here regular blogging thing like an old man gettting into a bathtub. In lieu of an actual well thought-out post, I’m just including a link to my new totes fave blog by Agent Lover.
Dr. Ding loves Agent Lover’s unabashed love of all things 1990s- and Lifetime: TV For Women-related. And she makes tiny hats, kinda like the ones worn by Damon Wayans when he and David Alan Grier in “Men On Film” on Living Color. Oh yes. Around the world and backsnap!
Dr. Ding spent like ten thousand years in Gradual School, so I know all kinds of helpful shit about how to survive on nothing but a flat of Ramen noodles and a single pack of generic cigarettes for a week. About sending the wrong check “by mistake” to a creditor, thereby buying yourself some extra time on what would have otherwise been a past-due bill. About making that student loan stretch just far enough to pay for an ill-fated camping trip the Badlands of South Dakota where you listened to “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode like seven thousand times with your very patient but very adenoidal best friend whose stentorian snoring caused you to develop a heavy-duty Benadryl addiction.
Where was I going with this verysexy post?
Tip #1: Buy generic Benadryl. It’s a lot cheaper.
Tip #2: If a donkey sticks its head inside your car window, it’s best not to drive off in a panic. What happens? Giant goddamn donkey-panic boogers, that’s what. Costly to remove.
Tip #3: Now is a good time to eat rice, beans, and eggs. And to fart with wild abandon.
Tip #4: Streaming Netflix, people. Look into it.
Tip #5: I’m back, bitchez.
Oh hai dere.
Yeah, I know. I’m back.
Stay tuned to this channel for fart jokes.
