One Girl Revolution

...bears.

Specifically, love is inserting a bear joke into a howling screed of a parody that simultaneously mocks a major airline and blind, Red State-style jingoism patriotism. Why? Because you know your girlfriend thinks that bears are adorable and cuddly, despite their status as top predators and able-bodied killing machines.

(Be warned that the video may be NSFW due to language.)

Anyway, to paraphrase my favorite movie, kiji_kat was amazed to discover that when theycallmeboy screamed, "You fly American Airlines, we'll give you a bear!" what he meant was, "I love you."

I'm still trying to figure out if we're the strangest couple ever, or if Tim Burton and Helena Bonham Carter still have the corner on that.

theycallmeboy sent this along in an e-mail; I think he was trying to cheer me up a bit, and it worked. I don't know what's cuter - the animation or the little girl telling the story. She's real, after all. The recording of her voice was taken from old recordings of Dublin schoolchildren in the 1960s. You have to wonder what happened to that little girl and what she's doing now.

This video also lends more weight to my argument that if we end up marrying and having kids, we totally have to raise them in Ireland, at least for a bit. They will be infinitely more adorable, making it that much easier for them to take over the world.

theycallmeboy is headed to the Darklight Symposium next weekend, and I'm going to be sponsoring a button giveaway to commemorate the event, as well as getting the word out about the shop. (Next Friday is also his last day at his old job, so the shop could potentially give him some extra spending cash to work with while he looks around for something new.) For those who are new to the flist, here's how this works: I buy a 10 pack of buttons from Forever Fifteen, his CafePress shop, and hand them out to whoever leaves a comment saying they want one. I will also send along some business cards and postcards for you to hand out with friends - just five or so, so don't think you'll be stuck trying to get rid of 50 of the things. All you have to do is wear and enjoy the button and pass out some cards. And it doesn't matter where you are - CafePress ships internationally, as do I.

I think I'll be going with the "Apathy" button this time around. Tell me now if you want one!

I've also been told by my Boy that I should pimp my shop as well, so here goes...

I have a shop. An Etsy shop. It's called Moonage Daydream. It's a "Rock and Roll Apothecary," because I'm a geek like that. I make bath products. I'll make more soon. In the meantime, buy my stuff so I have room to make more stuff, because I have a tiny room and can only store so much product at one time. And I try to keep my prices fair. And I ship worldwide. And...

...oh, fuck it. Who am I kidding?

And now, for your amusement, links!

bradhicks talks about Strikethrough '07 and his experience with the "Satanic panic".

Read The Independent. tyrell says so. Their columnists remind me that I am, in fact, a mere junior league writer.

How about we stop importing shit from China, hmm?

Ladies, don't date this man.

Yet another reason for me to love The Tribe.

I don't need help getting more depressed about my weight, thanks.

Charity makes you feel good.

Pity theycallmeboy, because he's going to have to put up with me geeking out about this site for weeks and weeks and weeks. (Baby, you can thank zarq

Beware the Cadbury.

I want to go here someday.

theycallmeboy has weighed in on the Paris Hilton fiasco by doing what he does best - making funny t-shirts. Check out his post about it here, or go straight to the shirt here. And why not sign up for his newsletter while you're at it? (Look for the sign-up sheet in the left column.)

Happy Loving Day! You can learn more about the case here.

Author John Scalzi made the mistake of mentioning that he lives not so far from the Creation Museum. A campaign has been started to get him to go to the place, which includes some fan-made campaign posters. Good stuff, I'd say.

Speaking of theycallmeboy, he blogged rather enthusiastically about a movie called Four Eyed Monsters this weekend. Apparently YouTube is letting them show their movie - all 71 minutes of it - on the site, and Spout.com is offering the film makers $1 for every person who signs up for the site through a link on the YouTube page. Check out theycallmeboy's post for more. I signed up, but I didn't watch the film, as I have trouble watching movies that relate to my current situation(s). I tend to get overly emotional, and a film about two people separated by distance who met over the Internet? Yeah, I'd be a bucket of tears. (I almost got weepy at the sight of a man on TV last night who bore a resemblance to my own Boy, even though my Boy is far more handsome.)

Carbon neutral paper may not solve as many problems as you'd like it to. And banning the n-word won't solve anything.

Saying goodbye to indie record stores.

KITTEN!

I sent in a thank you note to someone who interviewed me last week. As of late last week, they had received the materials I'd sent them, and they were looking them over. I'm hoping for a second interview, but naturally that means playing the Waiting Game. Everyone knows how terrible I am at the Waiting Game, but I'm forcing myself to play it this time - I'm going to wait a week before I call them back about anything. And in the meantime, I'll be looking to expand my job search.

I tend to hold myself back when it comes to the job searching - I stay within writing, because it's what I want to do, but also because I have a fear of applying something and getting the dreaded, "Why did you apply for this position? You don't have the experience/qualifications/+5 charisma we're looking for. Go away!" response. On the other hand, I'm ready to branch out and try some new things. I love writing, but why not try writing for television or something? Hell, I've even considered marketing, as long as it was something fun that didn't make me compromise my ideals or crush my soul. I've also toyed around with the idea of asking local recording studios and record labels (yes, they do exist, shut up) if they need help for promotions, or even being a back-up singer. I haven't sung in a while, but I think I've still got it. Maybe.

Well, if anyone has any ideas or leads, you know what to do. For now, it's time to get back to being bored.