Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Freshly Scented Soap To Cleanse Irish
New Two-Deodorant Soap Will Erase Abdominable Stench Of Unwashed, Potato-Eating Subhumans
April 22, 1998 Issue 33•15


DUBLIN, IRELAND—After centuries of suffering, the people of the world will finally have some much-needed relief from the offending filth of the ubiquitous Irish. The remedy: a new, freshly scented deodorant soap designed specifically with malodorous Irish riff-raff in mind.


The soap, an exciting, logo-embossed consumer product featuring rich lather, an outdoorsy spring-fresh scent and a revolutionary two-deodorant composition, will come in an enticing marbled, green-white color motif deliberately designed to attract persons of Irish descent by appealing subconsciously to deeply rooted Gaelic cultural signifiers.
Said Rodger Watkins, co-chair of the soap development team: "In addition to being doubly powerful in fighting odor-causing Irishness, the soap possesses a specially patented, whimsical image intended to evoke memories of a long-lost mythical Irish arcadia where the Irish gripped blades of grass in their clenched teeth and bathed in the icy waterfalls of dew-dappled woodland ponds, and everything smelled wonderful—so unlike the Ireland of today."
"At last," Watkins said, "decent folk will be able to go outside without having to hold scarves to their noses every time a swarthy, drunken, potato-gorged bricklayer ambles past. Now the Irish will have a tolerable—perhaps even pleasant—scent issuing forth from their pasty, sweaty persons."
Under a new mandate just passed by the U.N. General Assembly, tubs of water and bars of soap will be delivered to all Irish households with clear instructions on appropriate bathing habits. The instructions will be in pictogram form to ensure comprehension on the part of the ignorant, illiterate Irish.
"Although many forms of soap have been developed over the centuries, none were ever powerful enough to cleanse the citizens of the Emerald Isle," Watkins said. "But once they wash themselves fully with this new soap, their abominable stench will be virtually gone."
The turtleneck-clad Watkins said the breakthrough soap leaves all who use it, even the Irish, "fresh and clean as a whistle."
The soap's revolutionary secret, he said, is its "two deodorants."
Watkins demonstrated by displaying a bar of the soap and cutting off a sliver with a knife. A look at a cross-section of the bar's interior revealed clearly defined streaks of green and white, the colors serving as a visual representation of the two odor-fighters.
How Does It Work?
Since the inside of the bar looked exactly like its exterior, it was unclear what this demonstration was intended to accomplish. Witnesses agreed, however, that the use of the knife conveyed a spirit of manly, outdoorsy virility.
"After that display, I almost want to buy the product myself—and I'm neither filthy nor Irish," said observer Sharon Lowenstein.
The Irish-cleansing plan has met with some resistance, particularly from members of the Irish community. "Begorrah," Belfast native Seamus Singleton said. "Oi would sooner snuggy up ter a bumblebee dan dunk me hoide in dat dere bathwash. Noo, surr. Th' best perfoom fer old Seamus be da Earth wot God done made His own self."
In accordance with the new U.N. statute, Singleton was forcibly dunked in a vat of hot water by police and scrubbed until pink. Singleton was then issued new, clean clothing, and his grimy, sweat-stained outfit consisting of a shirt, breeches and tiny green bowler with a shamrock tucked into the band was confiscated. He was permitted to keep his clay pipe.
"The rebellious and confrontational nature of the Irish will be a problem," said Chicago police spokesman Jonathan Franck, whose city is home to more than a million Irish. "But that's what billy clubs are for."
Chicago mayor Richard Daley is tremendously excited about the new soap as well. "We've got a lot of Irish here, that's for sure," he said. "And hooo-wheee, on a hot day, they can smell 'em in Decatur."
Unabashedly stolen from www.theonion.com

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

indecisive

I almost blame myself.

How can I help it that the separation is for the best? My conscience rebelling against my feelings for you both, my secret desire to let you know, and my shaking cowardice standing aside a need to speak my mind. When my moment comes, there is not courage enough to supplement the difference of belief. I cave into the bosom of denial and bitter self-loathing. And Someone covered for me; taking matters out of my district and bestowing justified calamity to help sort out my conscience, and rectify a state of pristine truthfulness. I rejoice and grieve, feeling treacherous that I can do both or either. Now, I read words to others that I did not write, and bury deep any spark of what I was about to say. It will continue with me unannounced, even though it should have been.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

ever so random

I am a Tom Sawyer, not a Huck Finn. So is the Scotty. Meaning that instead of living life on the wild, extreme, I-will-just-run-away-from-home-and-see-where-I-end-up side, we are more cautious and rational, talk people into doing stuff we are hesitant to do; or talk ourselves out of stuff we have done ;). I do confess that sometimes I'm slightly envious of you Huck Finns out there with your spontaneous, screw-the-results attitude. You lead an adventurous life but while I may join in at times, there's just no way I could live my life like that: glorious and irresponsible. Yeah, life is a bowl of cherries. But Juicy Juice can be cool sometimes too. *wink*

The 9 key keeps sticking on my register. I got 2 over-rings today because of it. NOT happy.

Speaking of which, I should catch some sleep. must be at work in 5 hours. Silly me.


Currently Listening:
Veinte Anos by Buena Vista Social Club

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

hello dearies.
So my bestest and dearest friend leaves for boot camp tomorrow at 9am. yeah. I've cried so much today (which isn't tooooo much, because I am Sara). I'm excited that she will gain new friends and life experience. And I don't feel the least bit selfish in wanting her here with me. I just wish it wasn't so soon. Well, it's not like we haven't known forever when this would happen. But still, it's too soon. too soon.
This is a fair warning that there may be some horribly depressing, verging-on-emo posts coming up. feel free to comment and cheer me up!!!

:)



Friday, April 27, 2007


Upon little to no deliberation, I decided to dress up for work today. As in, wear 3.5 inch heels to work today. I work retail. Funny mental image, ain't it? The mother-like employees asked bluntly, "Girl, are you crazy?"; already knowing the answer, of course. They were just being polite. Then we all got to work after close and assemble lamps. Gotta love their idea of employee bonding. but all pales to the fact that Eddie is coming!! dun dun DUN!!

The weather continues gorgeous.

I have more poetry.


God bless the breeze. *sigh*


currently listening:
Oh, it is Love by hellogoodbye

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Here it is. April 4th and it's SNOWING!! I realize that life in North Dakota is kind of a risk like that, but a blizzard isn't all that necessary this time of year. As I say, God has a splendidly cruel sense of irony. It's like He peeked down, saw how much fun we were having, gaily frolicking in the almost green grasses and a tiny bug of thought tugged His ear. hmmm, it's April Fool's. well, not exactly but it's the week of... ah, close enough!! GAAAHH!!! Take that, my lovable little humans!!! Ah, I enjoy this.

I can't wait to meet God. Just a thought.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

When in Love

Here I lie,
all darkness about me,
surrounded by the quiet
hum of existence.

The stillness is not complete tonight,
and so I take this moment
to converse with my memory.
Strange that we should
always pick you for our topic
of interest,
but not so strange either.
Now, in the calm,
we return to a lingering image
of your smile,
and recall that it was yesterday you last spoke to me.
I feel like a child
for sharing this,
but I fear it must be said: I love you
in some small way.
And my heavy head, now unburdened of the secret,
may rest fully and
lure the memory to its rightful sleep.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

content

Each word you say lifts me to a new height.
Hearing our every thought collide can only serve
to fuse the bond we find between us.

You are, in a word, irresistible.

Choosing my words
but letting my thoughts run,
I endeavor to make you smile,
speaking through the laughter you inspire in me.
And when I perceive your amusement,
I behold with pride what I have created.

Without me, your life would be without
some speck of light,
and I am comforted.

Now as we say goodbye,
each whispering softly what both would freely express,
I admit that your company is precious to me;
leaving it to your subtlty to know I just mean you.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

My Confession

It's rather terrible to be somehow reassured in one's own worth by someone else's misfortune. So I ask myself, how can I feel this way? Can I really be that unfeeling and conniving of a person? Of course I love my friends, but at the same time I occasionally get the feeling that I use them to my advantage every once in awhile. Again, I ask.. This can not really be me!??!! It's normal to feel slighted when attention isn't achieved when you need it, but to be indirectly pleased when, because of someone else's bad luck or bad timing, you are made to actually look good?? yes, I am aware now that my life is one of farce,  deception and pretend merry-making. I don't dream at night anymore, but sort of take part in a calculating, dry dialogue that doesn't make sense to anyone present. Silly things gain prominence, the same actions are repeated over and over, and nothing is completed because I always awake and must start again. Why am I not susceptible to the emotion of others; when they cry, oh how I wish I could with them, but nothing is there. I may feel for them, but my eyes have never been so unfruitful. My theory? I am too damn caught up in my own life right now, while pretending even to myself, to be giving, sacrificing, LIVING for others!!! And I have been living, no! existing in this facade without realizing the terrors it can put me up to. It's a horrid thing to be ungrateful. Little would I like to see the finger of guilt pointed in my direction, and I stir awake to witness it shakingly accuse to my very face.

Even as I write, thoughts occur to me: Oh Sara, how wonderful that you could use your words to perhaps be a solace to others, to assure them that they do not experience alone. And some will think better of you when you finish because you had the courage to face your dissatisfaction of your own frailty! Oh, my dears, how subtle! but not really so subtle after all.

Can't you see that I am throwing this out to you, desperately?? as one trapped by something that crept up from within and over-powered its source of life. Oh God help me! Now as I type these characters, there is a rush of irresistible pleasure in being so depressed and in need of help.

Is it possible to be more shallow than this?

-finis-