Monthly Archives: January 2010

um, mars looks gross.

much easier to look at.

i meant to write about this a long time ago, but yeah.  those new pictures of mars that nasa released about a week ago?  i saw them on the huffington post and almost tossed my cookies all over the floor.

im kind of odd.  certain things i can’t look at because they make my skin crawl.  kind of like some people pass out at the sight of needles or blood?  i want to do the same when i see close ups of germs/microorganisms (like in science books or smart people tv shows), close up shots or large groups of bugs, or clusters of holes.

what really bothers me the most of that list are the clusters of holes.  that probably sounds the most ridiculous, and i recognize that, but guess what??  it’s an actual phobia with an actual name, and ive talked to lots of people who have the same aversion!

it’s called trypophobia and i shudder to even have to google it because it always turns up a bunch of disgusting pictures.  it’s loosely defined as a fear of clusters of holes, but the def needs to be a bit more specific, at least for me.  because like the holes in, say, the speakers on a phone receiver don’t bother me at all, nor do the holes of a honeycomb because they’re all symmetrical.  what i have a problem with is a cluster of holes of differing sizes, especially if they’re randomly placed.  my biggest enemy is the lotus seed pod.  ordinarily i’d put up a picture for you but that would mean i’d have to look at it, and i can’t do that for you.  i can give you a link to google though.  look it up your dang self, and while you’re there, google ‘trypophobia’ too, cause i won’t do that either.  but yeah.  lotus seed pods are bad.  and i heard that there’s a frog or a toad or something that somehow burrows its eggs in its back??  my stomach turns even trying to imagine what that looks like.  i think my prob with stuff like this is that it reminds me of a disease.  like it just looks infected, like pus and spiders are just gonna start oozing out of the holes at any minute.  i dunno.  it’s kind of hard to explain.

anyway.

i mention that because i get the same creepy skin-crawly feeling when i look at these mars pictures.  not to the point that i can’t look at it, but i definitely don’t want to.  i dunno, they make me itch.

actually, no.  i cant look at em.  i was gonna to put some here for you, but.  i’ll just give you the link instead.  this one REALLY fucks me up.

does anybody else have this reaction to stuff like this???  id LOVE to talk about it with other folk who may have it.. am i alone?!

update:  against my better judgement, i googled the damn thing and got smacked in the face with a shitload of lotus seed pods.  FUCK.  anyway, more info can be found here, and apparently there’s even a facebook page for it.

i feel like my insides are dying now.

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announcements!

hi sweetumses!

you may have noticed that the updates have been slow here lately.  if you’re a regular reader, you know that it happens here on occasion.  sometimes life gets in the way and must be lived.  i haven’t forgotten about yall though!

got some great things comin up here!  firstly, it’s almost february.  know what that means?  black history month.  know what THAT means??  it’s time for the BROKEY MCPOVERTY BLACK HISTORY MONTH EXTRAVAGANZA!  woooooooo! if i remember correctly, we had a small scale blast last year.  we’re gonna keep the party goin with the standard feature, Your Nappy Ass Roots, where we learn little known black history month facts both here and at PostBourgie.  and we’ll crown another Mr. Black History Month, and maybe even have a queen this year (now taking nominations!  email me!!).  and we’ll throw some new fun stuff in too.  maybe some interviews.  maybe some long lost black music.  the possibilities are endless!  stay tuned!!

and also, an announcement i’m really excited to make.. i decided some time ago to start a new blog, and i’ve finally gotten off my ass and did it.  well, i’m doing it; it’s not quite ready for its unveiling yet, as i’m still workin on gettin a bootleg-ass logo together (if any designers out there would like to do a little piece of work for free, holler!).  i won’t say what it’s about, but if you stop by here regularly i’m sure you can guess.  look for it in early feb, as part of the extravaganza!

that’s all!  i gotta go back to drooling and having inappropriate thoughts about my president as he talks about politics of the deficit or the cold war or some shit.  i’m not listening.

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS

TELL ME

TELL ME QUICKLY

(via gayshitgoeshere‘s twitter & tumbler – warning!  not always work safe!)

you are dead to me, Iago the parrot!!!

"squawk! Polly needs some racial sensitivity classes! squawk!"

i have always defended Gilbert Gottfried when people would talk about how annoying and unfunny he was.  i liked him, largely because Aladdin is/was one of my favorite racist ass Disney movies ever, and Gilbert, of course, was the voice of Iago, Jafar’s hatin’ ass, evil ass sidekick.

turns out that evilness followed Gilbert right out of that soundbooth and has been with him ever since, and is illustrated in this audio clip from Shabooty.com (which i found via fungkeblakchik via twitter) in which he finds it appropriate to call Barack Obama the quote/unquote n-word.

go listen here.  then come back here so we can rant and rave together.  i’ll wait.

ready?

okay.

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gidiot of the day

my 16-year-old niece called me a gidiot once.  my instinct was to get mad, but first i had to ask her wtf a ‘gidiot’ was to see if making fun of her retarded vernacular would be a more appropriate response.  she said that a gidiot was a ‘goofy idiot,’ and… i kinda liked it.

that was the first word that came to my head and out of my mouth when i saw this dude.  he got a huge pair of dirty hipster douchebag glasses tattooed to his face.  to his face.  tattooed there.  forever.

you’ve got your very own star of david now, guy.  or, more appropriately, star of doucheness.  good luck living with that for the rest of your life!

keith olbermann makes my panties moist.

this has already been established.

but this really, really helped to solidify it.

PREACH, DADDY!!  YO U BETTA PREACH!!!

PANTS ON THE GROUND

PANTS ON THE GROUND

PANTS ON THE GROUND

LOOKIN LIKE A FOOL WITCHO PANTS ON THE GROUND

WITH THE GOLD IN YO MOUTH

HAT TURNED SIDEWAYS PANTS HIT THE GROUND

CALL YOURSELF A COOL CAT LOOKIN LIKE A FOOL

WALKIN ROUND TOWN WITCHO PANTS ON THE GROUND

GIDDEYUP!  HEY!  GETCHO PANTS OFF THE GROUND

PANTS OFF THE GROUND, MOTHERFUCKER

GET YOUR FUCKING PANTS OFF THE GROUND!  SHIT!!

AND DON’T BE RUNNIN IN AND OUT THIS HOUSE EITHER, YOU MAKIN MY LIGHT BILL GO UP!!