Because I couldn't resist the impulse.
(If you don't have the referent for the joke, just nod and smile, folks.)
(Sorry, fellow sex pixies, I just couldn't begin to bring to present myself with butterfly wings .... I tried! Couldn't make it look like me! I did go through all the shirts though, picking the sexpixiest thing I could find that I might actually wear. I kept the sparklies!)
(Sex Pixie Dw3t-Hthr doll created at Elouai.)
06 December, 2007
Sex Pixies
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03 August, 2007
Okay, this amused me.
History Repeats Itself: How The RIAA Is Like 17th Century French Button-Makers.
I'm going to have to go through and read the linked related articles at some point when I'm not supposed to be packing for a trip -- abundance in economic theory is oddly topical for me. (For some context, I wrote an article for an anthology about wealth magic, and the piece was basically about accepting abundance.)
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03 January, 2007
More cheerfully
That Muslim congressman who caused a bunch of idiots to start frothing at the mouth by wanting to be sworn in on a copy of the Qu'ran rather than a Bible?
Is getting sworn in on Thomas Jefferson's copy.
Take that, fuckheads.
(At some point I'll blog something that doesn't get keyworded 'politics', I'm sure.)
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"Dw3t-Hthr" (Duat-Hether) is a title of various female temple officials in ancient Egypt. It means "Worshipper of Hathor" or "Adorer of Hathor".