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17 October 2002

Here's an enchanting gift idea for new parents:

Artist Dennis O’Donnell has captured the whimsical surprise of ''being christened'' by a new baby boy in this light-hearted, hand painted fountain.

Erm, you really have to see it for yourself. Hooray for whimsy!

posted by Throbert | 10/17/2002 11:21:00 AM | (0) responses

16 October 2002

New in the Diskoteka (right) is a little ditty called Tequila. Nope, it's almost certainly not the version you're thinking of. No, not that version either.

This ''Tequila'' is by some group called A.L.T. & The Lost Civilization; you may've heard it in the early '90s, but it seems to have fallen off the radar screens since then. The wordplay-heavy lyrics riff on the names of dozens of ethanol-based libations, from Old English Malt Liquor to Jim Beam to sorority faves like Sex on the Beach (but not my personal invention, the extremely tasty and buzz-inducing Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized By Her Own Chastity). Anyhow, here's a sample:

In walks Margarita and her friend, Shirley Temple
I asked my friend 'bout Margarita
He said that Shirley was a virgin
And I wouldn't wanna meet 'er
So I talked to Margarita, 'cause yo, she was fly-er
Went to the beach 'cause I wanna screw-drive her...

You get the idea. Give it a listen and be sure to check out the previous selection, Israelism, which will also cause your booty to shake as though vibrated by some perplexing ethereal force.

posted by Throbert | 10/16/2002 09:34:00 PM | (0) responses

Exciting news for all you mackerelsnappers out there!!!

VATICAN CITY -- Pope John Paul II has marked the 24th anniversary of his papacy by introducing changes to the Rosary, the prayers said using sets of beads.
Traditionally, Catholics are supposed to contemplate three periods, or mysteries [No, each period is subdivided into five mysteries -- Ed.], of Christ's life as they recite the prayers: the joyous mysteries of his birth, the sorrowful mysteries of his crucifixion, and the glorious mysteries of his resurrection.

On Wednesday, John Paul proposed adding another set of mysteries: the "mysteries of light," which highlight five different periods of Christ's life.

Hmmm. Four sets of mysteries to reflect on not only means it'll take 33% longer to say a complete rosary, but the number of periods won't match up with the number of Persons in the Trin--

Hey... no... wait a sec!

Man, if I'm reading this right, it looks like a certain Virgin is due for a promotion from Co-Redemptrix of the Universe to Junior Partner in a newly-expanded ''Holy Quadrinity''...

Congrats on finally breaking through the glass ceiling, Mary!

Update: My email correspondent Jason H. objects that it's kinda sleazy for a woman to get ahead by sleeping with the boss, and I suppose he has a point.

posted by Throbert | 10/16/2002 05:20:00 PM | (0) responses

Hey, Blinkin' Blog Blue Bleeders and Thregulars! [I figured it's time to start with the meme-propagation and spread a few brand-invoking neologisms over the net. Bleeders, if you can't find it in your hearts to drop a farthing or two into my empty Pringles can here, please do me the favor of salting inverse throbability into your next gabfest with the girls at the salon over: who's the dreamiest, songs I like, statistical analysis, and Russell Crowe's package.

And the next time a buddy asks if he can talk to you about his self-identity as a man, just tell 'im, "No throblem, dude!"

And when your 10th-grade Gifted and Talented Biology students are learning the three major divisions of the mammalian brain, pick up your chalk and write, "Cerebrum, Cerebellum, Medulla Throblongata." It would mean a lot to me, gang. -- Ed.]

Anyway, I'm sorry for the recent unannounced dead-air here at 105.3 WθRB, home of easy-listening staples from Anne Murray to the Eleanor Rigby-years Beatles, where every morning you get the Hello My Baby CarTUNES Highway Soc-Hop, featuring D Is For Diapers, Duckies, and Disembowelment Super DJ Throbert Jr. (or Throbertina Jr.)!

I was just busy with, um, earning a living in this godforsaken metropolis where the plutocrats put their feet on vibrating ottomans powered by a small handcranked generator turned hour after laborious hour by the sweat and muscle of the working class. Fortunately I won't have to do that much longer because one of the other things I was preoccupied with was sending away for membership in the Young Octoberists Victory In the New Millennium Brigade (YOctoViNeMiB-niks, they call them over there in Arkhangelsk, where the HQ and gift shop are located). Saturday I'll be leafleting Brooklyn with Bolshevik agitprop outlining our three-step plan for the historically-inevitable annihilation of world capitalism, and once the Politburo is installed in D.C., I'll be sitting on Gravy Train Lane for the rest of my life, with every need attended to by a benevolent and efficient state social welfare apparatus. You can go ahead and thank me after it happens.

Plus, this past weekend I went on a date with a really peachy guy -- one of those dates where you meet for lunch and twelve hours later you're reluctantly saying goodnight and wondering where the time went so fast. I'll tell you more about him later, I expect; we've already been out on the town for two different evenings and we haven't even kissed yet. Well, not extensive kissing. And my lips might've brushed against his penis forty or fifty times in a row, by accident. But that's all.

Anyway, more later, but for now, I thought I'd share some of the favorable press that this Blog is finally generating!

"Scintillating... a craftsman nonpareil"
--Andrew Sullivan,
autoquoting a line from my .sig in a reply email

"McGee's... prose tickles your belly much as though
your belly had been vivisected and placed still warm
and pulsing in a burlap sack full of tent caterpillars"
-- Mary Beth Simulacrum,

"Sweet Jefferson Davis, I've done gone and
sprayed butterscotch schnapps out m'dang nose"
-- Gustav Klimt,
Nashville Daily Telegraph

"Makes Wodehouse look like the left end of
the bell curve in a Freshman Comp seminar"
-- Cpt. Alyssa Milano-Yilmörçilik,
Istanbul Stars and Stripes

Woo-hoo! I'm going places!

posted by Throbert | 10/16/2002 03:26:00 PM | (0) responses
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