In my defense, I would have posted sooner, but I was trying to work out a Very Serious Post involving some truly awful article I saw the other day involving Taylor Swift and sexism thinly veiled as "feminism". The thing didn't come together quickly enough (mostly because I wrestled for a very long time about the inclusion of the word "douchebag". I tried to think of a less vulgar word, but I couldn't, and then I went back and forth with myself about self-censorship on my blog.), and so I'll probably just write about it on Catholic Exchange this weekend.
But I'll for sure have to cut the word "douchebag" there.
John-Luke got a bath today. He needed it. He smelled like the Memphis Zoo in August. Afterwards, his hair had dried all cute and poufy, so I wanted to take a quick picture of it. Since my notphone came out on the losing end of the tile landing a while ago, I've stopped using the Hipstamatic which I love so much. But, Ken carefully put packing tape over the touchscreen, thus rendering my phone useable again.
So, even though I'd made "use my real camera more and my crappy notphone camera less" my only New Year resolution, I still grabbed the old and busted to take a picture of poufy hair John-Luke. After all, Hipstamatic has got some truly awesome filters.
But not this one. Oh no. This one can safely be filed under: DEARGODMAKEITGOAWAY! KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!!
Have you seen this?
Ken showed it to me today. Please tell me that this is from one of those whackadoodle Japanese game shows, and this isn't real. I'm getting the heebie jeebies just watching it.
Yeah. This was the next video in the queue:
I think Japan needs to reduce its sugar intake.
My apologies to any Japanese readers I may have.
Go see Jen for less Japanese-oddities.