Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
FoxyJ reading "Capitulation: Forbidden Squirming" by A. Arwen Taylor:
Me reading an excerpt from "The Changing of the God" by B.G. Christensen:
Eric reading "Them Bones Them Bones Gonna -- Walk Around (a bar song)" by Theric Jepson:
Lady Steed reading "Philistina" by Danny Nelson:
Me reading "Wings" by Sarah E. Jenkins (sorry, Sarah, I'm not a great poetry reader):
And finally, Eric reading the illustration captions as if they all go together in a long, nonsensical story:
Now that we've whetted your appetite, buy the book!
Friday, May 29, 2009
Also, don't forget to pre-order your copy of the Fob Bible!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Now if only Obama would make good on his promises to repeal Don't Ask Don't Tell and DOMA, the nation as a whole could make those same little steps forward...
Saturday, May 23, 2009
To celebrate, we'll be throwing a release party this Friday, May 29th, at 6pm PDT. Can't make it to the Fobcave in Davis, CA? No problem. Pop into the Foblog sometime Friday evening, see what's going on via liveblogging, say hi via comment, and pour yourself a glass of sparkling cider to celebrate with us.
A QUOTIDIAN BOOK OF SCRIPTURE
CONTAINING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO,
THE JUICIEST PORTIONS OF THE
—sans, for obvious reasons, Judges 19—
translated through means of memory and nightmare
out of the pre-translated tongues (being mainly English):
and with the former translations ignored,
or—in special cases—
dictated but not read,
by His Fobbiness’s
special command, in perpetuity,
worlds with very definite (and sometimes good-looking) ends,
albeit of a feminist bent in places,
with far too many references to behemoths and leviathans,
and thus, being indebted to the grace of your most gracious progenitrix,
published in the year of the FOB seven
(using the Jepsonian calendar for its ease of dates).
Fully Authorized Fob Version
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
A couple years ago we got a toy tractor for our kids at a thrift store. There are buttons on the steering wheel that are intended to make animal noises and play music when you press them, but by the time we bought the toy, the sounds had been reduced to a drunken mutter. Happy to have less sound produced by our children's toys, we never looked into replacing the batteries or anything.
But then a couple months ago, after the tractor had been left out in the rain one too many times, it started making animal noises and music loud and clear, except not when you press the buttons--just whenever it feels like it. At first we found this amusing, but this morning at five o'clock when outside my bedroom window I heard
OLD MCDONALD HAD A FARM, E-I-E-I-O,
louder than should be legal and over and over and over again, I was not so amused. After the ninth or tenth time and a good half hour of not being able to sleep, I stumbled out onto the patio with a screwdriver, took out the batteries, and then stumbled back into bed.
And without the batteries it didn't sing anymore, which I suppose means it's not possessed by Satan. But still, that wasn't very comforting at five o'clock this morning.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 09, 2009
The discussion of gay marriage was surprisingly not awkward or uncomfortable. This was nice because a significant contributor to my discomfort during the first few months in Davis was that my only real-life social outlet was FoxyJ's ward and at the time they were all (or most) involved in the Prop 8 campaign, which led me to keep my distance rather than risk heated arguments with people I barely knew. I remember in particular noticing a Yes on 8 sign in the window of a member of the ward and assuming he was just another of those people who support the proposition because his prophet told him to, but hasn't given it any thought of his own. As I learned in our discussion last night, though, this guy had indeed read up on the issue, had a very keen sense of both sides of the argument, and was very aware of the flaws in the arguments popularly made by people on his side. Above all, I got from him a strong sense of empathy for everyone involved and an awareness that situations like this just plain suck. Ultimately I disagree with his position on Prop 8 (anyone who's been reading this blog for a while knows that), but I have a much greater respect for him as a person and I was glad for the chance to get to know him and the other guys as human beings rather than as the faceless pile of Mormons I tend to make of those I don't know well. I feel sad that we're leaving Davis now that I've begun to make more friends.
And as it turned out, there wasn't a whole lot of scripture study or testimony bearing--just enough to remind me that I've no desire to attend church, much as I like my friends who do.
FoxyJ: This will be one of the few times we've spent a night apart since we got married.
This afternoon after I got home.
FoxyJ: Oh. Duh. Remember how we were separated for three months a couple years ago?
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
(Did you know that a red arrow means you should stop and wait for the light to turn green? Now I do.)
Sunday, May 03, 2009
2. Costco's meat lovers' pizza has enough meat on it to produce the equivalent of a Hummer in greenhouse gases.
3. Even though you're buying two pizzas and there are three different kinds to choose from, it's okay to just get two of the one you know you like.