Safer sex just got a lot more, uh, arty?
Meet the Origami condom. It’s a collapsible, silicone condom that’s supposed to be a stronger, more comfortable latex condom alternative.
And while all of that is incredibly great, the newfangled condom will also come in various types. Look for male, female and anal condoms! Look forward to this sexy sex in 2015.
Image: Hey Paul Studios
So, you all know I love horror. Knowing that, I bet you’re very surprised – shocked, even – that I saw Evil Dead this weekend (assume from this point forward I will most likely type something you will not want to read if you haven’t seen the movie yet.)
Did I like the remake? I loved it. I’m incredibly happy that the film was not a shot-by-shot remake, but a re-imagining of the classic, cult film.
While the remake was a bit darker and much bloodier than the original, there was still a great bit of funny in the movie. Case in points:
– The dialogue was absolutely hilarious at times. Example: when the blonde, bloody female exclaimed, “why does my face hurt?” after one of her friends shot a dozen nails in her skull.
– The brother saving the sister montage. All it needed was a classic rock guitar solo and the scene would have been perfection.
– Face vomit. Because nothing is funnier than face vomit.
And I should add that I’m happy the remake had a female survivor (of rape, demon possession, etc., etc.) I know many of my fellow feminists are pissed the director kept the forest rape in the film, but come on, people — it’s a bloody horror film. Rape is horrific. It wasn’t like this rape was funny – it was disgusting. Sure, the audience reacted to the scene with laughter/groans/shielded eyes/awkward giggles/clapping, but for goodness sake – that was their reaction to everything that was gross in the film. And at least in this version of Evil Dead the woman gets to stick it to the rape perpetrator via chainsaw. So. Incredibly. Satisfying.
So, have any of you seen the new Evil Dead? What did you think about Ash’s cameo?
photo credit: Evil Dead movie site
So, remember that weak, little pup I literally ran across a few weeks back?
Well, he’s much stronger now.
I was able to adopt him! Mr. Dusty Rhodes is taking to apartment life very well. He and my beagle get along, too. It took Daphne a week or so to adapt to the new doggie addition, but she’s since become accustom to Dusty’s weird ways (Dusty tries to give Daphne baths (and clean her ears…?), and cuddles with her…by sitting on her head.)
After he came home, he did come down with a nasty upper respiratory infection. He had to stay at the “doggie hospital” for a night and take two rounds of big-ass antibiotics. He’s recovering well now, though — despite his perpetually snot-drippy nose.
Luckily, he hasn’t had any accidents so far, and is pretty great on walks (besides being an over-excited puppy — yes, he’s only 8 months old.)
What’s the worst/best thing in the world? Finding a stray dog.
- Boy shepherd, about 8 months to 2-years-old.
- Found in Case Park in Quality Hill, KCMO.
- Golden brown, with white belly.
- No tags.
- Pointy ears.
- Responds to baby talk.
I am happy I found this dog because:
a. He was weak as hell: I was finishing up my long-ass run with Daphne, my beagle. She saw the pup and freaked out (happy shakes, not scared), which alerted me. I knew something was wrong with him because he seemed excited to see her, but just couldn’t move. I bookmarked the dog’s location in my mind and knew – even though I had convinced myself, “I’m not sure if I’ll go back” – that indeed, I was going back.
b. He really did need to get off the streets: dog + being near a highway = sure way to die.
a. Someone gave him up, or lost him: I’ve lost Daphne before and it’s horrible. I am so lucky that I found her (thanks so her microchip, kind citizens, and in one case — her nose) each time she’s escaped. If this dog isn’t lost, someone let him go. Abandoning a pet on the streets is just, ugh, I can’t even get into my feelings on that.
b. I want him: but I already have a dog. How will they interact if I adopt him? He may eat everything. And then pee and poop on it, throw it up, and then tear a hole in the floor, which will make my dog pee and poop on whatever it was he threw up, etc. The cycle is never-ending. Animals – so giving.
I’ll get more information about his adoptable status on Monday after a vet checks him out. If I take him, or not, I will keep tabs on him until I know where he is, and that he is safe. Hell, I hope that he has an owner who is searching for him and sees this post. Sadly, though, I think someone abandoned sweet dog boy.
Anyhow, as you all can tell, Saturday (the day I found the dog) was a traumatic day. To help myself get through Saturday I:
Found all these wonderful photos and gifs of The Man Who Fell To Earth. I downloaded one of the photos and made it my desktop background. Not telling you which one it is…
Made this playlist to take my mind off it for the time being:
If you ever find a dog, or pet, here’s what to do (all the great information comes from Wayward Dogs, a great, local (Kansas City) blog.)
Hey, you guys. It snowed in Kansas City today! Like, I’m typing (Internet talking) 12-plus inches of snow. So, the entire city basically shut down. The office workplace closed and I relaxed, and worked in my sweats with my hair in Princess Leia buns.
I also did my weight and yoga routine because, duh – I go absolutely, bat crazy if I don’t move enough every day. Normally, on a no-snow day, I go to the gym and run. Today that wasn’t an option. So, I decided to go old-school aerobics and do an at-home cardio routine.
I stumbled upon this. It looks easy enough, right? I mean, I’m a lady who runs, like, five miles every day – I can totally kick this regimen’s ass. HAHA. It was my ass that was kicked. After finishing the workout, I believe I said, “dear god. That exercise was akin to being strapped down and having the devil dangle his hell-fire tinged testicles a centimeter above your nose.”
Graphic! And factual (probably.)
But the exercise worked. I was pooped. Tired. It actually reminded me of when I used to workout with my mom. When I was about six years old, I would sit parallel to my mom and we’d do the Jane Fonda workout. By the end, I was always tired. And, honestly, amazed at how bend-y my mom was (and is, for the record.)
So, while the workout was painful and reminded me why I used to hate breaking a sweat and going to gym class, it was ultimately useful, cardio-rific and memory inducing.
Everyone, and I mean everyone, from Kansas City to Lawrence, has their drawers in a bunch over the impending snowstorm. After all, it’s “going to be the biggest storm in two years!” (said every news station and newspaper because, yeah, it will be, but that’s not saying much considering the region got zero inches of snow last year.)
I’m not sweating the snow because I can easily work from home — one of the many perks of being a writer. I didn’t stock up on food or anything, though, so I may eat a really low-rent chili (half a can of corn and tomatoes, plus a can of beans – mmm, mmm, good.) Juuuusst kidding. I saved some falafel, salad, carrots, zucchini, quinoa crackers, and curry hummus for this occasion. Oh, and did I mention the winter beer? Yeah, will be lots of winter beer.
The snow may give me a bit of extra time, too. I’ll use that time to meditate and take some “inspirational” Instagram photos of the snow. And about the meditation – one of my many New Year’s resolutions — it’s going well! And by well, I mean it’s making me more stressed because I’m even more tuned to my body and my mind’s insane ramblings. But, hey, who cares?! At least I’m getting to know myself a little better every day.
I purchased the lovely socks pictured above from ModCloth.com. Amazing site, fun clothing and enjoyable blog!
What I’m listening to today: Beacon, “Bring You Back”