Just letting you know, I love my wife

This evening, Omaha and I went to the annual school auction for Kouryou-chan's school. We don't have any money so we hadn't planned on spending any. But I was going to practice my mingling skills, seeing as I have none to speak of, and to maybe bid on some things that we buy anyway.

The theme of the night was Hawaii. Okay, this kinda bugged me: everyone's been down on the movie Ghost Warrior because, at its heart, it has silly Native American kitsch as one of its motivating memes. So, why do people get all up in arms about, say, Navajo kitsch, but don't get all upset about Hawaiian kitsch? Don Ho is dead; can we please let go the whose "island paradise" bullshit already?

I was looking through the school portfolio of classroom photographs and I have to ask, what parent puts their kid in a "Property of Halliburton" sweatshirt, apparently not as an ironic joke?

Omaha did buy me a wonderful gift. I do have a favorite coffee, Dead Man's Reach, and there was a gift basket there with a pound of the coffee and a t-shirt. Yay!

Anyway, my mingling skills were apparently terrible. I exchanged few words with anyone other than Kouryou-chan's teachers. Omaha and I left halfway through the "full" auction, and we can write off our purchases on our taxes. It's all good. I'm exhausted. This pixel-stained technopeasant wretch go to sleep now.

I'm old!

I'm sure I'm not the only one who finds this guy's work [Warning: Way NSFW] more than a little disturbing. He bills it as "erotic furniture" but the disembodied parts of womanhood distress me. The boob bowl could be kinda cute in a perverted way, but the bedstands and table legs that are nothing but the lower half of a woman "put into service" are just, dunno, disgusting is the first word that comes to mind. I kinda like any woman I meet to be in one piece.

I guess the boob bowl doesn't bug me so much because it's abstract enough. There's no suggestion of dismemberment to it.

Your tax dollars at work.

I have to agree with many of the commentors regarding a new HIV awareness poster that the government paid for. The poster isn't anti-AIDS; it's anti-sex. The message of the poster is that sex is fun for a while until you get sick and die a lingering death. The poster is terrible because the stick figurines imply monogamy; if we're to identify with the unchanging male character, we must identify with the equally unchanging female character. The message here is that monogamy is death.

And really, doesn't the top half of the poster contain new things you'd really like to try before you die anyway?