Ages ago (in Internet years) gingerhaole tagged me to respond to this, and I finally got some time to answer. 

In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.

I’ve listed them in vaguely chronological order, descending.

  1. Simon Singh, Fermat’s Enigma
  2. Jeremy Dronfield, The Alchemist’s Apprentice
  3. Herman Melville, Moby Dick
  4. John Milton, Paradise Lost
  5. Art Spiegelman, Maus
  6. Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
  7. Mervyn Peake, Gormenghast
  8. Mary Shelly, Frankenstein
  9. William Golding, Lord of the Flies
  10. Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

So, we’re halfway through what I’m happily dubbing the Week of Weird Al, AKA the best week of my entire life. For his #8videos8days project, Al is partnering with a ton of Internet comedy distributors to produce videos for the tracks of his new album “Mandatory Fun.” So far, we’ve been treated with:

Tacky" - Pharell’s "Happy"
Word Crimes" - Robin Thicke’s "Blurred Lines"
Foil" - Lorde’s "Royals"
Handy" - Iggy Azalea’s "Fancy"
Sports Song" - Fight song pastiche
First World Problems" - Pixie’s pastiche

"Dare to Be Stupid" has long been my favorite Weird Al song and video, so I just wanted to cram this gem back in my blog as a fitting tribute to this most spectacular of silly weeks. Thanks Weird Al, you never get old! (seriously, look at him, I think he’s immortal)

Anonymous asked:

Hi I just wanted to say thanks for your little pixie cut related speech, because I am girl who is 5 foot 11 with rather big bones and a round face, and I've wanted a pixie for almost two years. Seeing your post finally gave me the courage to go for it :) Thanks a million!

Apologies, I took a while to see this because I was at a friend’s wedding in a state park with approximately -5% internet reception.

This is awesome! I’m so happy that my little post could be of use. I also found courage for my hair-lopping after reading a few inspiring and encouraging blog posts from other lovely larger ladies.

I bet you look suuuuper foxy. Way to go!

All these relationships between women, I thought, rapidly recalling the splendid gallery of fictitious women, are too simple. So much is been left out unattempted. And I tried to remember any case in the course of my reading where two women are represented as friends. There is an attempt at it in Diana of the Crossways. They are confidantes, of course, in Racine and the Greek tragedies. They are now and then mothers and daughters. But almost without exception they are shown in their relation to men. It was strange to think that all the great women of fiction were on, until Jane Austen’s day, not only seen by the other sex, but seen only in relation to the other sex. And how small a part of a woman’s life is that; and how little can a man know even of that when he observes it through the black or rosy spectacles which sex puts upon his nose.
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own (1929)