Things from this morning before I left!

[azurelunatic]

Disturbing phrases: The calling of the male genitals "junk" is disturbing, enough so that I might not want the genitals of someone who calls them "my junk" anywhere near my own genitals. I don't call my own genitals "The Sacred Flower of the Divine Hoo-Ha" or anything; they're just a part of my body that's occasionally particularly interesting (and occasionally particularly annoying), but I don't want for anyone to be putting junk in it.

Link for supplemental information for the Geek Housekeeping: Surprising Expiration Dates

Poly Fun: Polyamory came up in discussion with amberfox, in connection with some friends. To wit: the Amoeba. (Non-Bujold-List folks possibly won't know who I'm talking about. Listees past & present may well recognize the name.)
amberfox: "So a MMOR, then."
azurelunatic: "Huh?"
amberfox: "Massively Multiplayer Online Relationship."
azurelunatic: *sporfle* "MMORNC-17?"
amberfox: "Not that all of the RPGs are particularly PG, mind you."

Penny Arcade: Jesus is my Guild Leader design.

zoethe rants: Take your screaming children OUT of the restaurant. (She did with hers. Now it's your turn.)

Comments

[nilo.livejournal.com]

I hate the term junk. I know you don't watch a whole lot of TV, so I'm sure you've not seen the ads for AMPd phones. Basically, the concept is that you can control the universe with your phone. I hate every single one of those ads, but one in particular drives me nuts. A guy on the bus, with his universe-controlling phone, tells a gangster and an elderly man to get in a fight. They do. Then he tells a heavy black woman to "Get up. Shake your junk". She does.

Yep, I hate the term junk.

[azurelunatic]

That ad would have me throwing things at the TV.

[amberfox.livejournal.com]

In my defense, I was 3/4 asleep when I said that. *grin* I like it, though.

I'm not so big on zoethe's rant. I'll take my children out of the resturant if I have someone else with me, but if I'm eating alone and she's not shrieking fit to break glass, I'm going to probably try to at least get a few bites of my lunch down. Of course, this is partly because, if I'm eating lunch at a restaurant with just me and the bitty, my blood sugar is low enough that I'm getting woozy. So I'll wolf down part (possibly with breaks to soothe the missy with walks or whatever), box the rest, leave a nice big tip, and bugger off. (Although I did eat one memorable dinner standing up and wearing the missy on my back, courtesy of my lovely Maya sling. People around me giggled, but it worked.) Erinn knows better than to have fits at restaraunts. He may annoy the hell out of people by being loudly nosy, but he never throws tantrums. As for the missy, well, she's just been 2 for a week, she gets some leeway on the fussy thing, and most of the time she's really cheerful when we're out, or I wouldn't keep taking her. (And watching a 2-year-old correctly use salad tongs to get herself some more salad is pretty cute, let me tell you.)

[azurelunatic]

You're definitely making the effort, and goodness, is it ever appreciated! The targets of the rant? So very not, it sounds like...

[fatmuttony.livejournal.com]

The calling of the male genitals "junk"

Ewww, gross. I would take affront to it being called that!

[azurelunatic]

The context was along the lines of "I'm wearing boxers, so my junk keeps getting caught in my zipper."