S. and I drove out to Manor last night to eat at the MANOR CAFE 290. Yum, yum, yum.
Food eaten by me: Fried green tomatoes, chopped steak with mushrooms and gravy, some of the best mashed potatoes I’ve ever had, green beans, part of a cherry cobbler.
Menu item snickered over by S. and me: The “Lady Loin”.
It is one of the few restaurants in Austin where I’ve seen almost even amounts of black and white people eating, so that was a nice treat as well. One of the first things I noticed when I moved down here was the, as my friend Kenny would put it, “lack of black”.
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Check this shit out:
That’s from WAKE UP FRANKIE , where it’s being marketed as room decor for teenaged girls. I think we should all contact them with suggestions for other items. If they’re going to encourage girls to buy into horrible body-image b.s, they should be willing to go all the way, dontcha think? I just emailed them with my idea for a portable mini-toilet made out of real porcelain for those anorexics on-the-go. Think they’ll write back? If they do, I’ll be sure to let you all know.
UPDATE:
Their response (unsigned): Your comments and suggestions are extremely offensive and I can see why you are too ashamed to give your real name.
My response: My comments are offensive? And marketing a “Boob Job” fund jar to children is…what, exactly? P.S. My name is L…F….. What’s yours?
Juvenile? Perhaps. I did a little research on the company and found that it’s owned by a woman who ‘regularly consults with her teenage daughter’ as to what kinds of things to sell. Dumb, meet Generation Dumber.
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My motivation to do anything but sit in front of this computer and beat, beat, beat the keys with my fists (well my fingertips, anyway) is nil. It’s been all I can do this week to get errands done and get my butt over to my oh-so-taxing 3-hour-a-day job. When these fits of creativity hit, I find myself being extremely resentful of anything – work, walking to the curb to pick up the paper, peeing, breathing – that takes away from the flow.
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That’s it for today, America. Tally to the ho, ho, ho.


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December 4, 2008 at 11:04 am
freshhell
What’s wrong with that jar? I’ve got one just like it on my desk at work. I don’t think the doc’s going to accept a boob jar full of paperclips, though. Unless I find the right one………..
December 4, 2008 at 11:06 am
The Lass
So…if I send one to Dusty it’ll be ok? AWESOME!
December 4, 2008 at 11:10 am
freshhell
Send two! We can get an early start on thwarting our genetic predisposition toward smallness in that area. I doubt they’ll wanna breastfeed later in life so it’s all good. I much prefer pretty, stacked daughters than nerdy brainiacs.
December 4, 2008 at 11:14 am
The Lass
Excellent. As a special bonus gift, do you think she’d prefer the portable toilet or the Swarkovski-crystal-encrusted razors for cutting?
December 4, 2008 at 11:29 am
freshhell
Gee, that’s a tough choice. Why not include both! One for each.
December 4, 2008 at 1:13 pm
crankygirl
Hey, Miss Lala. You are sounding like a feminist there. I am going to go over to that site and rip them a new one.
xxoo
December 4, 2008 at 2:35 pm
The Lass
I can’t believe you used the f-word with me, Cranky.
December 4, 2008 at 2:47 pm
freshhell
But you are one! Admit it! Or I’ll beat beat beat you with my fist!
December 4, 2008 at 2:49 pm
The Lass
I suppose you could say that, but I’m a feminist only when it’s convenient to my personal beliefs or experience. Because it’s all about me, all the time.
December 4, 2008 at 3:25 pm
freshhell
I don’t think you have to be a card carrying member. Or submit to the F tattoo on the forearm.
Wait – I thought it was all about ME?
December 4, 2008 at 6:01 pm
Capricorn Cringe
What about a little gold spoon on a dainty chain? They can collect for the boob job, throw up in the porcelain mini-toilet after dinner and then get high.
I want a cut of the proceeds.
December 4, 2008 at 8:05 pm
Lass
Ooh, I like that one, Cap. How about some glittery cream cover-up for those bruises girls “ask for” from abusive boyfriends?