Bits of tid

• Reason #5747 to love my friend Sophie: she sees magic everywhere. Not that annoying, New-Agey overgrown fairy in a tutu* magic. Shudder. No, Sophie's magic is better. She sees the wonder in everyday things. Listen to what she says about matches: "Shit, fire in a little stick you carry in your pocket. Weird, huh?"


• *Speaking of tutus and Sophie, we visited one of those New-Agey stores last year. Wait, I'm making fun of New Age crap in one bullet and telling you about my visit to Esmerelda's Fairy Castle the next. Wow, that sounds like I'm talking out of both sides of my mouth, doesn't it? I am. I'm inconsistent, and that deserves its own post. Anyway, I have a not-exactly-love/not-exactly-hate-more-wanting-to-ridicule relationship with New Age. So, Sophie and I were cracking up over the giant fairy costumes, when we saw the coolest wooden Pan horns. I tried them on, and I must admit, they felt pretty natural. Not in a horny old goat way, they just fit perfectly on my head. Even the strap blended in with my hair.


• Further evidence that the US has lost her moral compass: while I'm online tonight, I'm half watching this hideous episode of ABC's Primetime about young porn stars and the parents who love and promote them. One dad/manager said his daughter "could have gone a lot of different ways." Like being gay. Yes, having a gay daughter is a fate worse having her do total strangers for money. There are so many things wrong with this story...


• I have a phobia of plagiarism and just know that one day I will accidentally rip someone off and have to go to the Internet stocks, where I will be pelted with mushy fruit and insults. Take "bits of tid," for example, which I thought of last night. Thank goodness for The Google, or I would have thought I had an original thought. Damn. The same thing happened with "irony deficient," and now "irony poor blood." Sigh.