But It's a Dry Heat

Archive for December, 2010

Like the Hippos in Fantasia, Not

Seriously?  This is fat? I’m referring to the recent uproar over a NY Times critic who took issue with a ballerina who deviated oh-so-slightly from the standard prepubescent girl body type. From where I’m standing, the only way to find fat on this ballerina is with an electron microscope.

Granted, she isn’t the usual willowy, pelvic-bones-threatening-to-burst-through-thin-skin, body type.  But she’s hardly fat.

Of course, if she were the standard scrawny ballerina, some would accuse her of being too thin and projecting unrealistic body standards to young women.

Sheesh.  We women just can’t win, can we?

In unrelated news, I’m amused to note that spammers have so far scrupulously avoided my post about comment spam.  It seems they lack a sense of irony. Heh.

I’m Magical. I Made Food.

This is comic gold.  Especially for dog people.

Packing all of your belongings into a U-Haul and then transporting them across several states is nearly as stressful and futile as trying to run away from lava in swim fins.

Casa de Kirby made the move across this big nation twice.  Our dogs, who shall forever be known as the greatest dogs ever, enjoyed the entire adventure.  Of course they did.  They didn’t have to worry about finding a rental housing with two dogs, one quite large.  They didn’t worry about starting a new job in a strange city.  They weren’t bewildered by strange regional vernacular.  I.e., the practice of calling a pickup truck a “rig.”  Que?

Me?  My ulcers had ulcers.

(Pictured: Our current grey and his birthday present, Mr. Squirrel.)