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If someone can find me a better song from the 1970s than “Heroes” by David Bowie (album version), I’ll give them a cookie.

Frequently Asked Questions about RAPEX

I’m no Sarah Silverman. I don’t normally make jokes out of rape. However, this new anti-rape condom worn by paranoid women soon is too easy.

The FAQ is a list of both the pratical (Can this be worn during masterbation?) to the more absract (Do you hate men?).

My favorites are:
Won’t the rapist kill me?

Sadly, many women have been killed over time, as nobody can guarantee the outcome of any rape! However, the huge plus-factor is that the discomfort and pain is such, that the rapist would be disabled temporarily, (much worse than a kick in the groin that self-defence instructors teach women!) giving you time to get away and get help.

Will it cause permanent damage to the rapist?

No, not if he gets professional help without delay

Wired News: You and Your LiveJournal and You

This clever article takes a stab at everyone’s favorite love-to-hate internet community: LiveJournal. I once had a LiveJournal. I moved over here to blogger land mainly because I didn’t need a community of “friends” as a fanbase or the comments on “friends’” posts, kissing ass or starting a flame war. I did have some good times on LJ, but the lameness always seemed to override any fondness.

Now that all the suicidal girls have moved over to MySpace, it appears as if the main groups at LJ are queers and internet-ignorant under 25-year olds. Of course, there are some exceptions.

Do speak in code. Once you have your public journal with loads of friends you don’t actually know, you may feel strange about revealing all your inner secrets. The best solution? Hide your daily activities behind vague allusions and song lyrics. Bad: “Me and Henry did Whip-Its in the tool shed until I had to feed the dog.” Better: “Boy, I had some fun over the weekend. Let’s just say Mom can’t make strawberry shortcake for a while.” Best: “You don’t know how it feels/You don’t know how it feels/No, you don’t know how it feels to be me.”

I like Wendy’s. I always have. If I had to pick a fast food burger joint, it’d be Wendy’s. I started liking it even more after I realized that you can substitute a baked potato, chili, or one of two different (and pretty decent) salads for french fries in any combo meal. Yum!

Now, improving on that healthier concept even more, they will now use a trans-fat free oil to do the fries and chicken sandwiches.