Today's Edition of "Conniving and Sinister"



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See Deeky's archive of all previous Conniving & Sinister strips here.

[In which Liss reimagines the long-running comic "Frank & Ernest," about two old straight white guys "telling it like it is," as a fat feminist white woman (Liss) and a biracial queerbait (Deeky) telling it like it actually is from their perspectives. Hilarity ensues.]

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This is so the worst thing you're going to read all day.

[Trigger warning for sexual coercion.]

The Frisky: 22 Things You Should Forgive Your Boyfriend For.

Generally, I just find compilations like this so banal that they hardly merit comment. Which is not to say they're benign: Even the opening salvo, "Forgetting to put the toilet seat down," disappears the many disabled women for whom a partner routinely forgetting to put the seat down is more than a minor inconvenience.

But this list, in addition to the usual curious exhortations to women to overlook some habits that may well indicate a potentially troublesome lack of respect, includes, in its final line, this:

22. Repeatedly trying to talk you into anal
Wow.

Yeah, um, bullying a partner to try to get hir to submit to a sexual act in which zie isn't interested isn't actually forgivable. (Or it shouldn't be.) It's a huge red flag that you're dealing with someone who doesn't have much interest in the concept of enthusiastic consent.

And when that red flag's a-wavin', walk the other way.

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Quote of the Day

"We will see if there is any legal action that we might take to restrain you from playing [our recording]. However, it would be more respectful of our wishes if you [would] simply cease to play it."—Peter Yarrow and Noel Paul Stookey, the two surviving members of the trio who performed as Peter, Paul & Mary, in a letter addressed to the anti-equality group National Organization for Marriage, asking them to stop using their recording of Woody Guthrie's "This Land Is Your Land" during their rallies, since NOM's bigotry is "directly contrary to the advocacy position Peter, Paul & Mary have held for decades. ... We strongly support the rights of all gays and lesbians to enjoy the rights and rituals of marriage that are enjoyed by their straight counterparts, and consider the abridgment of this right contrary to the sense of equal protection and fairness inherent in, and implied by, the law, of the Constitution of the United States."


[H/T to Spudsy. Via.]

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Police State Newz

At some point I may have mentioned that while my family was riding the train between Chicago and New York last December, we were rudely awakened by armed government agents on the hunt for foreign looking people that may have boarded at South Bend, Toledo, Cleveland, Erie, or any number of totally not Canadian stations. They really didn't pay us much mind. Mostly they were interested in the folks seated in front of us speaking a foreign language (Russian, FWIW). That and yelling at the deaf woman in the next row.

Our general reaction (and AFAICT, the reaction of the folks immediately around us) ranged from extreme anger to OMGWTF?!? It was horrible, and as a US citizen, I have to say, horribly embarrassing.

Why was this happening? The US couldn't possibly have a policy of letting armed border patrol agents board trains and buses within our own national borders in an effort to harass and possibly detain foreign-looking folks.

According to today's New York Times, that was precisely what was (and still is) happening. To quote Lee Greenwood: "I'm American...I forget...that...I'm free."

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Neat!

[Trigger warning for violence/sexual assault.]

Insert requisite disclaimer here about how Saturday Night Live sucks, except for the times when it hasn't sucked.

I might not have even mentioned that New York's Vulture has a blurb on SNL's three new cast members, except for the video Portly posted by Jenny Slate, a current cast member of SNL whose evident talent is currently being brutally wasted.

Anyway, of the three new cast members (who, btw, all appear to be white), only one apparently has video of his skit-work available for review, and these are the descriptions of the two videos: "Here's [Taran] Killam as murderer Scott Peterson in a kinda not-funny Knocked Up parody" and "Here's Killam again in a Scrubs webisode, as Jimmy, a molest-y orderly."

Yeesh.

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This is a real thing in the world

[Trigger warning for "ironic" "joking" about dehumanization and violence]

Perfect for when you want everyone to know you're an asshole, but your girlfriend hasn't washed your Toby Keith shirt:


[Picture of a t-shirt that reads "SLAVERY GETS SHIT DONE." Don't worry, though, the text is under a picture of pyramids. Oh, and the person wearing it is black.]


I can verify that this is real. I saw some dude wearing one this weekend when I was out buying jalapeƱo poppers to soothe my post-Restoring Honor hangover.

Also, Deeky points out that these ironic but-totally-not-ironic assholes also have a Facebook group, for those of you into web 2.0. The page proclaims "if u don't like it i on't care", which un-ironically, is pretty much how slavery works.

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Daily Dose of Cute

A Day in the Life of Dudley Q. McEwan, Professional Chillaxer


[Warning: The below photo essay is redonkulously adorable, but also contains dog dong, so if your particular sensitivities include an aversion to evidence of male doghood, I recommend against clicking below the fold. His mouth tends to hang open when he naps, too, so there are also some viewable dog teeth in a not-grinning expression.]
































Image Descriptions: Dudz the Greyhound sprawled out in various hilarious poses, with long legs all akimbo, except for the final image, in which he is curled up in a tight little ball inside the cat bed. This would be why greyhounds are known as the 45-mile-per-hour couch potatoes. Aside from one big burst of energy each day, Dudley is the laziest being on the planet, who requires about five minutes of yawning and stretching just to wake himself up to go out for a walk.

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News from Shakes Manor

Last night, as we were lying in bed about to fall asleep, Iain was, as is his frequent bedtime habit, touching different parts of my body and asking me: "What is this for?" to which I am meant to provide a silly answer, e.g. "The conveyance of cuteness." Sometimes, I provide extremely literal answers, which are amusing in their own way.

Iain, taking my thigh in his hand: What is this for?

Me: Locomoting.

Iain, deliberately misunderstanding me: Vocomoting? Is a vocomotive a train that talks?

Me: No, it's a train that's been put through a vocoder.

Pause.

Both of us, simultaneously, in our best attempts at replicating a vocoded voice: CH-oo-OO CH-oo-OO!

Laughter.

There are moments in any intimate partnership in which the two of you look at one another and realize, "This is why we belong together." That was one of those moments.

We are dorks.

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Monday Blogaround

This blogaround brought to you by Shaxco, publishers of Dudley Q. McEwan's Guide to Chillaxing.

Recommended Reading:

brilliantmindbrokenbody: Disability Blog Carnival!

Brad: Bring Your Genes to Your Life Insurance Sales Representative

BeckySharper: Hair Matters

Renee: On "Louie" [TW for sexual violence]

Living ~400lbs: Deciphering Studies: Absolute vs Relative Risks

Andy: Focus on the Family Says School Anti-Bullying Curriculum Forces Kids to Learn That Homosexuality Is Normal

Leave your links in comments...

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Random Video

I watched this about 10,000 times this weekend.

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.


Transcript below the fold.

Transcript:

Stop-Motion Animation -- A very tiny shell with one googly eye in the shell opening and wearing tiny pink shoes shuffles to the edge of a sofa back (various scene backgrounds follow, such as a kitchen table littered with leaves and small plates, a tennis shoe that looms over, a bathroom with a hairbrush on the floor, etc.)

Marcel: My name is Marshell -- oh no! -- that's not the first time I've done that. My name is Marcel and I'm partially a shell, as you can see on my body . . . but . . . I also have shoes, and um, a face . . . so, I like that about myself and I like myself and I have a lot of other great qualities as well.

[title] Marcel the Shell with shoes on [/title]

Marcel: I know how it looks in here but it's not always so messy, but I didn't know that you were gonna have a camera and I wish that you had said that you were gonna be here today, because I didn't -- I didn't clean up (exasperated sigh). I invited some friends from up state to come and eat salad, so, that's -- I'm sorr . . . well, that's just how it looks right now.

Guess what I wear as a hat.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: A lentil!

One time I nibbled on a piece of cheese and my cholesterol went up to 900. Guess what I use to tie my skis to my car.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: A hair. Guess what my skis are.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: Toenails from a man. Um -- Do you wanna see me talk on the phone?

Camera-person: Sure.

Marcel: (standing on phone) Hello! This is me. What? Yeah. Yeah, I did. Oh yeah. Well, I could do it at -- yes? Wuh -- it would be my pleasure. Uh. . . I did, I did. Yeah, I'm sorry, I forgot to write a note. Thank you so much.

Guess what I use for a bean-bag chair.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: A raisin. Guess what I do for adventure.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: I hang-glide on a dorito. Guess what I use as a pen.

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: I use . . uh . . a pen, but it takes the whole family.

I'm afraid to drink soda, because I'm afraid the bubbles will make me float up onto the ceiling.

OK . . . eh, uh . . . my one regret in life is that I'll never have a dog.

But sometimes I tie a hair to a piece of lint and I drag it around.

[Marcel dragging lint] I love you, come on boy, come, come.

One time I smelled a smell from an old tennis sneaker, and it knocked me right out.

One time I looked at a diamond, and it gave me a sunburn.

[standing next to the lint-dog] His name is Allen. Guess where I found him.

Camera-person: Where?

Marcel: Under a tooth. Well, you know what they say . . .

Camera-person: What?

Marcel: Lint is a shell's best friend.

[next to crayons] You wanna watch me try to lift this?

Camera-person: Sure.

Marcel: Alright. [tries to lift crayon -- grunting and groaning] No, I can't, I can't. I can't lift anything up at all.

[in front of toilet] Sometimes people say that my head is too big for my body, and then I say -- compared to WHAT?!

[in front of hairbrush] My brother once got in a fight with someone else, and guess how he killed him . . .

Camera-person: How?

Marcel: He impaled him on a brush.

Camera-person: That sounds very violent . . .

Marcel: We won't fight unless we're provoked.

[dragging lint] Here! Come here! Come here . . .(grunting, tugging) Come heeere! I love you, come . . . . agh!!!

[credits]

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Two Minute Nostalgia Sublime



Scissor Sisters: "Any Which Way"

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Emmys Open Thread

The Emmy Awards were last night, and, while I was the embodiment of wev about almost the entirety of the show, including most of the winners, I loved the opening of the show, in which host Jimmy Fallon was joined in one of his patented Glee homages by, among other notables, Lost's Jorge Garcia (Hurley):


I was also pleased to see Temple Grandin win so many awards, which was a really excellent film about a very interesting woman.

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The Overton Window: Chapter One

Two pages.

That's how long the opening chapter is. Two pages. But hey, that's enough to meet our protagonist, Noah Gardner: "Good-looking, great job, fine education, puckishly amusing and even clever when he put his mind to it, reasonably fit and trim for an office jockey, Noah had all the bona fide credentials for a killer eHarmony profile" who had "spent a full decade building what most guys would call an outstanding record of success with the ladies."

Okay, so, I'm not most guys, but let me ask you something. Is "an outstanding record of success with the ladies" a common phrase among your peer group, most guys? Just wondering. It's nice though, to see Beck give a nod to Christian dating site eHarmony, I guess to keep relevant.

As he'd rounded the corner of age twenty-seven and stared the dreaded number thirty right in the face, Noah had begun to realize something... While he'd been aiming low with his standards in the game of love, the women he'd been meeting might all have been doing exactly the same thing. Now, on his twenty-eighth birthday, he still wasn't sure what he wanted in a woman but he knew what he didn't want: arm candy. He was sick of it. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to consider thinking about getting serious.

Noah is having an existential crisis. There. That's basically chapter one. Well, him having the crisis and seeing the woman of his dreams. All while standing at the vending machine at work. (Work, by the way is a PR firm named Doyle & Merchant.)

"Top psychologists tell us in Maxim magazine that the all-important first impression is set in stone within about ten seconds." Again with the pop culture reference. Beck will show you just how relevant he is. I'm waiting for a mention of Facebook and/or Youtube next.

Beck spends several paragraphs sort-of describing the woman (as yet unnamed; suspense!; can't wait for chapter two!), throwing in a mention of the Grateful Dead along the way. More relevance! Well, no. If he'd wanted to be really hip, he'd have mentioned Phish. I'd, again, love to just copy and paste the whole chapter here, to illustrate just how awful it is, but at some point, that would become cumbersome. Besides, if you really want to read this dreck yourself, get down to the library.

There follows more garbage about PR and art and lines and beauty and "the purest essence of a woman" (I'm rolling my eyes right now) ... all of which leads us to the whole crux of chapter one: "Unlikely as it must seem, he knew right then that he was in love."

Noah Gardner, he of the easy life of an outstanding record of success with the ladies, he of the existential crisis, he who may soon consider thinking about getting serious, just found something to give his life meaning: a woman.

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"Honor." You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Conservative US radio and television commentator Glenn Beck speaks at a rally dubbed 'Restoring Honor,' to show support of the US military, organized by Beck, one of the de facto leaders of the Tea Party movement at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC, on August 28, 2010. The rally has attracted controversy because it is being held on the 47th anniversary of civil rights legend Martin Luther King Jr.'s 'I Have a Dream' speech, at the Lincoln Memorial on the National Mall, where King spoke. [Getty Images.]
So, Glenn Beck had his "Restoring Honor" rally this weekend, and, despite Fox News' estimate that half a million people were in attendance, it was more like 90,000. Which is still terrifying enough.

People gather at the Lincoln Memorial on the National Mall on August 28, 2010, in Washington, DC. Thousands of Americans gathered Saturday in the heart of the US capital for a rally to 'Restore America,' led by conservative icons including talk show host Glenn Beck and former Alaska governor Sarah Palin. [Getty Images.]
Yes, Sarah Palin was there, too, right in the center of a rally stewing xenophobic nationalism, patriotic jingoism, militarism, religion, and unfettered anger in a big, fascist pot.

Former Alaska governor Sarah Palin speaks during a rally dubbed 'Restoring Honor,' to show support of the US military, organized by conservative radio and television commentator Glenn Beck. [Getty Images.]
There was a lot of this going on:

Two rally-goers stand side-by-side, a white man with a red t-shirt reading "One Nation Under God," and a white woman with a blue t-shirt reading "It is impossible to rightly govern a nation without God and the Bible." [Getty Images.]
And some of this:

Men wear colonial costumes as thousands gather to support TV commentator Glenn Beck at his Restoring Honor rally on the US National Mall in Washington, August 28, 2010. [Reuters Pictures.]
Tami Ernst, and her brother John Ernst, both from Houston, are dressed for the occasion at the Glenn Beck 'Restoring Honor' rally in front of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, Saturday, Aug. 28, 2010. [AP.]
As Sinclair Lewis famously said, when fascism comes to America, it will be dressed like a total jackass.

My favorite part of the rally was the giant banners featuring images of Abraham Lincoln and abolitionist Frederick Douglass affixed behind the stage.

All part of Glenn Beck's crusade to reclaim the Civil Rights Movement, no doubt. [Reuters Pictures.]
The inclusion of Frederick Douglass is great, just great. I love how it conveys that modern white conservatives are enslaved, seeking their freedom, and Beck is their Douglass. Sure.

If "honorable" doesn't describe the most privileged people on the face of the planet equating themselves to slaves, I just don't know what does.

Beck stands behind the banner of Lincoln, which reads "RESTORING HONOR." [AP.]
I will take it as further evidence that God does not exist that Lincoln was not momentarily reanimated just so he could kick Glenn Beck's ass.

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Good Morning! The Democrats Suck!

Actual Headline: Democrats can't agree over killing or saving the Bush-era tax cuts.

Of course they can't.

"It's hard to say the Republican economic policies were bad, [and] then continue them," Paul Begala, Democratic strategist and former advisor to President Clinton, told The Hill. "That is a bit of a mixed message."
lolsob.

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Open Thread

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Hosted by a paper octopus.

This week's open threads have been hosted by octopuses. Thanks to the awesome Everything Octopus blog for many of the links and ideas!

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Hosted by a Dumbo Octopus. Bloop.

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The Virtual Pub Is Open


[Explanations: lol your fat. pathetic anger bread. hey your gay.]

TFIF, Shakers!

Belly up to the bar,
and name your poison!

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This can't possibly lead to be an abuse of power

CNN: Court allows agents to secretly put GPS trackers on cars

Juan Pineda-Moreno was recently convicted of conspiracy to grow marijuana.

But he appealed on the grounds that sneaking onto a person's driveway and secretly tracking their car violates a person's reasonable expectation of privacy.

Gee.... do ya' think?

Well, think again:

The U.S. Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals rejected the appeal twice -- in January of this year by a three-judge panel, and then again by the full court earlier this month.

I can't even fathom the flaming rhetorical hula hoops one would have to sashay through in order to allow this sort of surveillance.

Thankfully, there's a Reagan/Bush I appointee present to walk me through it:

"You left place A, at this time, you went to place B, you took this street -- that information can be gleaned in a variety of ways," said David Rivkin, a former Justice Department attorney. "It can be old surveillance, by tailing you unbeknownst to you; it could be a GPS."

He says that a person cannot automatically expect privacy just because something is on private property.

"You have to take measures -- to build a fence, to put the car in the garage" or post a no-trespassing sign, he said. "If you don't do that, you're not going to get the privacy."

Sometimes, I don't get my country at all. I mean, last I checked we were feverously guarding the sanctity of private property from the evils of government. Oh, that's right, we were guarding our property. Who cares about that guy, lolsob.

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