Deborah Lipp

If you don’t know me, allow me to tell you that I am coated in tattoos. My left arm from shoulder to mid-forearm is all florified. My right arm has a big 9/11 memorial. So around this time of year, when I start wearing sleeveless tops, I get remarks.

So the new guy at work sees me in the lunchroom.

“Hi” he says. (He’s never said hi before.)
“Hi.”
“So, you like tattoos?” (No, hate ’em. I’m wearing them as a form of masochism. Here’s your sign.)
“Yes.”
“Is that the World Trade Center?”
“Yes.”
“Do you change them around sometimes?” (Oh. My. Gods.)
“No, they’re permanent.”
“Oh.”

It went on, but that was the fun part. For variant definitions of fun.

(Cross-posted at If I Ran the Zoo.)

I never knew what Peeps were until a few years ago. Now it seems they’re a cult.

My friend Denice sent me this insane link. Seems the Seattle Times had a Peeps-creation contest. The photo gallery is screamingly funny. Peepstock Music Festival. Brokepeep Mountain. Peeps on Harleys. Peeps on steroids. Peep apostles. Go see it.

Possibly even funnier than the Peeps was Arthur’s reaction, which was “Mom, are you going to blog this under Too Damn Funny?” So, yes.

So I’m in the car with my mother and I mention to her that certain wingnuts believe there is now a War on Easter, inasmuch as some people in some places have referred (the horror!) to the Spring Bunny rather than the Easter Bunny.

So I said to Mom, “Before they can establish that this is anti-Christian, they have to explain what the bunny thing has to do with the Resurrection of Christ.”

And Mom said “That’s easy. Christ hopped onto the cross.”

“No, no!” says I, “He hopped out of the cave!”

“Hoppity hoppity” adds Mom.

Now my driving is in risk because I can’t stop giggling.

“Hoppity hoppity” she says.

The heading may be enough for some of you.

I’ve been watching this show, Olympic Ice, on USA. It’s a lot of information, fluff, and analysis of figure skating. (It’s nice to get the fluff off the main NBC broadcast and make it voluntary instead!) They have a questions from viewers section.

The other night a question was submitted by “Richard from Fort Lee, NJ.” I thought I was gonna die.

Ilani Ilani found great, great t-shirts for geeky types.

Why is it that Lileks, whose blog is an incomprehensible collection of run-on sentences of a wingnuttery flavor, nonetheless manages to be one of the funniest people on the planet?

The Gallery of Regrettable Foods.
Interior Desecrations.
The Gobbler.

This shit is spit-take, Coke-spew, help-me-I-can’t-breathe funny. So funny you’d think he was, like, likeable or something.

Oh well.