Oh. My. God. (literally!)

I think I have reached the point where I surf the web too much. Or surf the wrong parts of the web too much, at least. You should check it out if you're feeling down and need a good laugh. It just goes to show you that the X-stian fundies are preparing to breed another generation of sexually repressed, ignorant people who will inevitably try to force their beliefs on the rest of us, because we 'heathens' are going to hell. And anyway, what is all this nonsense? It seems like the definition of a relationship that these people hold, before marriage, at least, is that there should be two feet between you at all times. Where is the chaperone? My 30 year old, socially awkward, virgin daughter wants to go on a date! Oh, wait, that's right, GOD is the chaperone. Because who wants to get it on with him watching, anyway? What a buzz-kill.

I think my favorite part of the whole site is this:
"Choose to not kiss - At least until you are engaged to be married. Okay, this can be extremely difficult, but if you can follow this one dating tip then most of the others will happen naturally. Even kissing once you are engaged can be very dangerous. It's better to not kiss at all until your wedding day!"

Seriously? So, you want to get to your wedding day, have never "tested the waters" at all? Thats going to make for some sweet, sweet wedding night lovin'. I can see it now - the bride walks out of the bathroom in her floor length, turtlenecked, cotton nightgown and demands that every light be shut off and every window closed. The newlyweds awkwardly get into bed together - for the first time - and after 20 minutes of "uhm, uh, err" they finally decide that he should probably take his pants OFF for the best effectiveness.

I mean, maybe if you were, you know, twelve, these rules might apply. I'm not advocating that everyone drop trow and find a buddy, but, if you put two people who are mutually attracted to each other - especially teenagers - they're going to take off their clothes eventually. Abstinence-only sex ed has been shown ineffective. Perhaps it's time for safe-sex ed? It doesn't have to mean "Go out and have sex now! Don't forget the condoms!" as many abstinence-only supporters would have you believe. But teaching teens - and anyone else for that matter - who are going to go out and have sex anyway to do it safely is important. More important than giving up on them with garbage like this.

I just know one day I'll fly

Here is an interesting post on radiation. It seems that many everyday household items - including smoke detectors - are slightly radioactive. It DOES kind of make me wish I had a Geiger counter, though I'm sure it would be a "fun for a day then to the closet" type toy. And at a few hundred dollars, well...you know.

Anyway, maybe I could start licking water softener pellets to more quickly develop my inevitable superpowers above that of a mere CopyGirl. Although I don't imagine they would taste very good. Flavored pellets, anyone?

A Daily Dose

In perusing the web as I do, I have come across a blog that warrants a Ctrl+D from me. Yes, a bookmark-worthy website. It is the (near) daily life of a woman who rescued a coyote and lives with him in Wyoming. She takes wonderful pictures of their life and posts them here. Yes, I have now accustomed myself to receiving a daily dose of coyote, and feel let down when a new picture is not up when I get to work in the morning.

Drama Queening 101: I don't care about your story.

Now that the holidays are over, the rush has slowed, and I have had time to think about the past few weeks, I have begun to wonder - what is it about drama that so many people are innately drawn to? And why feel the need to disrupt the joy that is my vacation by constantly plaguing me with said obnoxious drama? Is it so interesting that they feel they must prolong it for as long as possible, or is it a power trip to feel that they 'control' the opinions other people may form about the subject of the drama?

I don't know why some love it so much, but really, this is not high school anymore. Seriously, grow up.