Oddments.
Tuesday February 12, 2002
Debra has a) some further valuable insight into the teacup tempest over Taylor’s article on “American Porn,” the sort of grounded factual basis that naïve but passionate young idealists like yours truly really appreciate; b) said some blushingly nice things about me, and c) a great idea: “I Fist!” buttons. (Perhaps: “I Fist! And I Vote!”) (Myself, I was thinking of jokes involving snazzy kitchen faucets: “Do you like Pfister?” “Why, I don’t know. I’ve never—” Ahem. Her way is funnier, and more succinct. —Or, perhaps a theme song, based on the old Dr. Pepper jingle—)
Also: another good piece on “American Porn,” this one unmarred by bewildering calls for prosecution. (Thanks, Daze Reader.)
And: Jane’s Guide just said some very nice things about Ruthie’s Club, which I do design work and typesetting for. “...laid out to be easy on the eyes.” Why, thanks for noticing. (Pardon me while I preen.)
And I do find it amusing that of the banner ads I rotate through for Clix (the silly I’m-more-popular-than-God-and-I’ve-got-the-numbers-to-prove-it webrating system for journals and blogs that is, trust me, more fun than it seems), it’s this one that generates far and away the most click-throughs:
There would be more, but I started cleaning my office and most of it is on the floor right now. But I did find my birth certificate—and unlike Heather, who found hers in a shoe, I’d been keeping mine in a file folder. (Full of IRS booklets from 1999, but hey: nobody’s perfect.)