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So let’s loosen up with a playful tease

We briefly interrupt the dispatches from 2013 to ask a burning question: if you’re reading this, do you have a blog or creative site to which we should be linking? We are always open to finding great new things at which to goggle. When I migrated the old site out of Blogger, it predictably ate the old blogroll, since that was hand coded. Back in the day and all. I had to whittle each update in wood.

But just today, for example, I remembered that we used to link to Awful Plastic Surgery, and when I checked, they happened to have a Pete Burns post at the top of the heap! I know a sign when I see one (I saw the sign–check).

So if I strip for you, will you strip for me? Lay your content at the altar of Vomitola, and we may get to hang some spiffy new links around our Makeshift Chamber of Horrors! Surely they will be an improvement over all that…offal we’ve got going.

Policy of Truthiness


The weather in the future is here; wish you were fantastic! President Palin quit rather unexpectedly, but she was quickly purchased by FOX kNows (Formerly FOX News, but no one likes real news). So everyone else in the Palin family also quit, except Bristol, who soldiers on lumpenly through her tour on the federally funded show Skating With the Stars. This meant that there was no Veep, no Speaker of the House, or even whatever the #4 guy does, or Secretary of State. Whew.

So we had a quick run-off, and Perry the Platypus won. He’s the first animated-American president! And also the first non-human president, although that is debateable. Are we counting witches as humans or not? I am pro-witch, personally.

I tell you one thing I am missing in the future: my stock market performance from the La Bamba administration. He may have dropped the ball on that whole waterboarding and secret prisons thing, but man, did I love logging in at Fidelity back then.

As of election day, Nov. 2, 2010, your $100,000 was worth about $177,000 if invested strictly in the NASDAQ average for the entirety of the Obama administration, and $148,000 if bet on the Standard & Poors 500 major companies. This works out to returns of 77 percent and 48 percent.

Remember those days? Everyone used to sit around muttering and fist shaking about recession, but I made a killing!  2009 and 2010 were pretty sweet. Unfortunately most of the cash was locked inside retirement accounts, which is why you didn’t see me driving a solid ermine car and why I was still living in that crappy condo.

I know it is gauche to discuss anything good that happens in one’s life, especially financially, so I kept my trap shut. I would just nod during those fist shaking conversations and say “Yeah, can’t beat Wall Street. It’s all Monopoly money anyway.”

So what gives? Was I the only one in America making boring regular contributions (and dumping in everything I could spare after the crash and maybe shorting a few things)? Was I the last person in America married to someone with a job? Could be.

I admittedly have no job, except for making a bit of scratch from my stable of dubious websites, ahem. I make the investment picks and maintain the investment policy document, so I steer the ship toward the iceberg, but Mr. H is responsible for putting the coins in the coffee can.  You certainly can’t invest without some sort of income involved, it is true.

Maybe if someone had thought to give more people jobs, we wouldn’t have had so much fist shaking. Or perhaps someone could have just arranged marriages to people with jobs. Win-win! If not jobs or marriages, maybe at least makeovers or makeunders, as needed? Another strategy I employ to drum up extra cash is not paying utility bills. They take a long time to shut those off, comparatively.

After the great crash of 2013, I am not so pleased, but then President Palin did give each citizen a trailer in her last act before leaving office, so I am somewhat set. And I start at the shrimp farm next week, so I’ll finally have a job. The platypus just loves shrimp! He’s like a little Forest Gump, only with a venom spur.

In the bag

Get Out the Vomitola

Hmm. Lambchop and I still live in blue states, it seems. Elsewhere, the craziest crazies were not elected. America, you shock me! In keeping with the tenet that conservatives think everyone is out to get them, and liberals think everyone is incredibly stupid, I am rightfully nonplussed.

No Sharron Angle, no Christine O’Donnell, no Linda McMahon. No Fiorina, no Whitman. Is that a crushing blow to women? Or only to women unfit to lead? When Anna Wintour runs, I am sure she will be installed as president posthaste, perhaps on a ruby-encrusted fainting couch. Karl Lagerfeld will be Secretary of State, so he’ll be able to fan her.

Uncle Karl

However, Californians are all for shapeshifting for corporations, if I’m reading that right (and I’m not)! But they are not for legalizing Marijuana. Yet in Massawhosits, we will no longer have to pay sales tax on liquor! Woooo! A jaunty pink flute of Kitty Dukakis (official Vomitola cocktail) all around! I raise my glass to you, irresponsible citizens of the world.

I guess I’ll just have to set the dial on the time machine to the day of Palin’s inauguration in 2013 to get satisfaction for my crazy yen. Oh my God, as her first act, there is a federal mandate to wear banana clips! And she signed it with one of those troll doll pens!

Caucus amongst ourselves

First we were like this:

Yay, election! We are going to refudiate the crap out of this!

But then they were all:

And we were all:

And then it occurred to us that teabagging is currently untreatable in any form by Glaxo-Smithkline. One of us takes big guns crazy pills, and if *we* find the tea party to be a bit tetched, where does that leave reality? I hope our real overlord, Galaxar, can sort this one out. Until then, we’ll be totally:

I voted the Masonic ballot

Get Out the Vomitola

Well, my little bedbugs, I finally voted, drooling and running my sticky paws all over the delicious croquembouche that is American democracy. I wore new boots to do it! In keeping with this year’s theme of crazy as well as in the spirit of sartorial exuberance, I also made sure to wear my ostrich fascinator and my pantaloons made from the softest weasel.

Voting was a fantastic experience, apart from seeing everyone else voting. I did not get a blister.

What Would Anna Do?

It is important to be well-appointed when one votes. It is also important to only vote for attractive people, but they are so few and far between that this cannot be a hard and fast rule. They sure do remember A Child down at the votertorium, though. She is always complimented on her footwear. At least I am raising her right in one small aspect of life. Perhaps she is bigger since the primaries. Imagine that!

I voted against many terrible people, and vaguely for some less terrible people. Remember when this stuff was fun? I am going to have a lie down.

I am voting after lunch

Get Out the Vomitola

Jeezley creezley, Lambchop. Jump the gun much? I cannot possible hold the fate of democracy in my hands before I have had a restorative sandwich! Right now I am not sure which sandwich to have, so I could be a while.

Please help me vote for a sandwich. Do I wish to have smoked salmon with cream cheese and chives on a lightly toasted focaccia, or do I wish to have an avocado-muenster melt with maybe some sprouts and tomato?  Or should I get completely looney tunes and go for tomato soup, instead? And maybe just the idea of a grilled cheese sandwich to go with that! I don’t want anything fattening. Do you think there will be a bake sale at the polls? Because I could hold out for a Rice Krispies treat.

Hang on, I have to field some political phone calls. Rudy Giuliani keeps calling me and yelling “9-11!” and hanging up. I am not sure what he wants.

Vomitola down!

Get Out the Vomitola

Your breathless correspondent has thrown out her back. Do not ask how. The answer is undignified for both of us.

I believe this officially entitles me to some ObamaCare! Which means, what, exactly? I’ve heard the term, and I haven’t bothered to figure out what the dilly is. One hears things, and one nods along, and then one is like…what…? Just today, a child asked me to explain what a Three-6 is. A member of Three 6 Mafia? Something to do with pimps? Don’t ask me, I just have a car radio, which is never getting turned on again. I thought I was doing so well with covering 808 and several urbane and even witty possibilities for the identity of a G-6, and then she tries to stump me with Three-6.

So, in short, ObamaCare means we can’t have nice things, but we’re damn well going to try, and I am going to take a leftover prescription pill that is only close to expiring but not actually expired. Or some truly expired yet still piquant sizzurp. Cripes. This really hurts! Typing makes it worse. Each right-handed letter an agony. You love it.

Plain speaking Americans speak

Get Out the Vomitola

It has come to our attention at Vomitola HQ that there is a national day of election tomorrow. Apparently there is a nascent party that favors lapsang souchong and stockading gay people, which is as contradictory a message as we could find.

Obama bring back arrested development

Anyway, I like to poach scallops in a spot of lapsang broth myself, so I thought maybe I could focus only on their fiscal conservative angle. After all, who isn’t using a pinch less caviar in these troubled times? I am no scientist, but I think it tastes just as nice that way. However, I soon realized that these otherwise upstanding tea-favoring people believe Glenn Beck is serious!

Glenn Beck is a Viking

We admit we are not even sure who is running tomorrow. It seems to be one giant free-for-all at this point. The names of the crazier people who stick out as, well, crazier people include Christine O’Donnell and Sharron Angle. Sarah Palin may or may not be running for something. Bristol Palin is running for Queen of the Danceteria. We shall go out on a limb and predict: a sweeping victory for the mentally interesting.

Bristol Palin shimmy

Although we may be able to prevent the Bristol thing if we vote as one nation for that nice Jennifer Grey. Nobody puts Baby in a corner!

Every Day is Halloween

Trick or Treat with Steve Strange

Battle kittens, we went trick or treating with Steve Strange. Look, that’s yours truly with the little mustache!

We called Steve back from safari only to cause him great psychic trauma when we found the the local politician’s haunted donut cavern was shuttered. Not running for re-election. Oh well. Democrats used to stand for free donuts for all, but what of this year? Are times really that tough? Are we just a bunch of poverty stricken Roombas zooming around, moaning about a little cat shit in our path, while other people flaunt ungrammatical signs about Obama making us MARRY OUR SISTAR? It’s time for a rally, my little wasabi peas.

Dear Steve Strange,

I think I have forgotten the capacity to love another human being after a few emotionally tumultuous years. I don’t know if I’m depressed or if having such a character flaw is depressing! Or are my family and friends just that awful? One of them snores, and another interrupts constantly, and yet another taps his teeth with his fork by accident with each bite he takes. And then there are those people from the tea party railing about. I want to start a new life under a new name, where none of them will ever find me. Is being a hermit a viable option these days? I just don’t care at all, Steve.

-Faded to Grey

Dear Faded:

You know, I try to be rather a kind human being, having experienced some humbling times in my own life, but really, you make me sodding sick. Sicker than cold turkey heroin withdrawal while tied to a bed.

You are speaking with a man who has been in a hot air balloon and spent £100,000 on drugs in under one year. ONE year! Have you ridden an elephant? Bedded Robert Palmer? I thought not. I don’t want to hear one more measly whimper about whether or not your life is dismal. It is. Let’s sally forth operating under that impression.

As for the people in your life, if they are putting up with you, you should assume they are even worse than you, and you should sack them. As for this tea party, well, a party always cheers me up, so why not have at it? Where do you store your doilies and your glitter cannon?

love, Steve Strange

*advice is intended for entertainment purposes only. is there any purpose save entertainment?*