Dance Dance Revolution

We went to a nifty dance show up at Canada College (say canYAhda) and Jessamy showed her mad dance skilz along with a whole bunch of other college students and one little boy who did his dance on roller skates. It was fun, but all the music was hip-hop and that's just a kind a music I usually can't abide.

On the way back to the car I saw this.

This pretty much sums up my feelings now that the ree-publicans are talking about Jeb Bush as their next dynastic prez.

I blame Karl Rove.

OMG! Karl Rove Thong!

Stupid Internets

Some stinkin internets smarty pants apparently beat me to the joke except they call them emotiboobs which is really dumb if you ask me. Boobicons are way better. Looky here NSFW!

I have to add these to my list:
( + )( + ) Fake boobs
(@)(@) REALLY big nipple boobs
(-)(-) Flat against the shower door boobs
(o)Y(o) Wonderbra boobs
\o/\o/ Grandma boobs

Bad Movies and Dancing Faeries

Friday we were able to convince eight of our friends to come over and watch the worst movie of all time, The Rape of the Vampire by some French dude. It was his first film and it looked like an experiment in no-budget cinema with the added bonus of an incomprehensible plot, terrible "music" and amazingly bad acting. There was random nudity, but it was so wierd that it wasn't even sexy (well not much anyway). If you are having a bad movie night, this is the film to get.

We arrived fashionably late last night to the PEERS dance. It was lots of fun. I even danced a polka. We got pretty tuckered out from all the fun, but we had enough energy to stay up till the wee hours with festive beverages, hot tubs and lots of giggly fun. We had a few friends over to help us celebrate the evening. It could have been more fun, but not much.

(Thanks for the excellent picture Peter!)

We sold the Escort

Cash is kinda cool, but you have to count it carefully.

boobicons

Emoticons are so Last Year. Boobicons are the new black. Here is the official reference table of boobicons.

(.)(.) Average breasts, small nipples just below center

(*)(*) Lifted breasts (place hands beneath breasts, lift)

(')(') Sky pointers, you know who you are

(' )( ') Wide sky pointers

(. )( .) Full breasts with small nipples that point to the sides

(o )( o) Full breasts with big nipples that point to the sides

( o )( o ) Really full breasts with big nipples pointing straight

I welcome your nominations to the reference table. And yes, I expect a comment riot on this one. And DON'T go posting any butticons or, saints preserve us, dickicons.

Lastly, the woman in the photograph is nobody I know. Type "boobs" into Google image search and you can get her picture too.

This is for Grace

This is one of those gimpy witty "get it off the internet from a site that has smileys and jokes every day and all that crapola" things but since my only best pretend internets friend urged me to do it I decided to pollute denigrate besmirch bless the blogoshpere with this drivel nugget.

You know you are from San Francisco if...
You take a bus and are shocked that two people are carrying on a conversation in English.
Someone says TENDERLOIN - you don't think of steak.
You never bother looking at the MUNI line schedule because you know the drivers have never seen it.
A really great parking space can move you to tears.
You know that anyone wearing shorts in July must be visiting from Ohio.
You assume every company offers domestic partner benefits.
Your boss runs in "The Bay to Breakers"....and it's not the first time you have seen him/her nude.
You are thinking of taking an adult class but you can't decide between yoga, aroma therapy, conversational mandarin or a building your own web site class.
You haven't been to Fisherman's Wharf since the first month you moved to SF and you couldn't figure out how to drive to Coit Tower if your life depended on it.
You were born somewhere else.
Left is right and right is wrong.
Your monthly house payments exceed your annual income.
You dive under a desk whenever a large truck goes by.
You can't find your other earring because your son is wearing it.
Your family tree contains "significant others."
Your cat has its own psychiatrist.
Smoking in your office is not optional.
You pack shorts and a T-shirt for skiing in the snow, and a sweater and a wetsuit for the beach.
Rainstorms or thunder are the lead story for the local news.
Gas costs $1.00 per gallon more than anywhere else in the US
A man gets on the bus in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps. You don't even notice.
Your car insurance costs as much as your house payment.
You give a "thumbs up" gesture to a car with a "Free Tibet" bumper sticker - and you mean it.
When you drive under an underpass - for one moment you think "earthquake".
You realize the only Republicans you know are your Aunt and Uncle in Texas.
You realize there are far more Rainbow flags in the city than California State Flags.
You go to your office manager's baby shower - the parent's are named Judy and Becky.
When your church elects a new Bishop who abandoned his family and two young daughters to fulfill his sexual urges with another man.
Your child's kindergarten teacher is named Bree, has two earrings, wears skirts with Doc Martin's, and you aren't sure if they are male or female, but that's just fine with you.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from San Francisco.

Giant Party Thingy

Well, after a whole day of cleaning up the yard, as planned and heralded heretofore, we partied. It was fun. There was nekkid swimming, drinkies, extreme croquet, drinkies, yummy snack foods for lunch and dinner, drinkies, hot tubbing with a whole bunch of people all at once, strawberries and cream on nipples (relax it was guys not gals), drinkies, and plenty of smiling and laughing. Here are a few of the 52 pictures I took. I stopped taking them eventually because I kinda forgot. Too bad the party ended prematurely after only eleven hours.