This could very well be the funniest thing I've read in days . . .

Tofu and the Homosexual Agenda

There's a slow poison out there that's severely damaging our children and threatening to tear apart our culture. The ironic part is, it's a "health food," one of our most popular.

Now, I'm a health-food guy, a fanatic who seldom allows anything into his kitchen unless it's organic. I state my bias here just so you'll know I'm not anti-health food.

The dangerous food I'm speaking of is soy. Soybean products are feminizing, and they're all over the place. You can hardly escape them anymore.



Discovered via Pam's House Blend

I can't stop giggling.

Tofu. Poison. Soy. Will make you gay.

I have always found sexuality an interesting phenomenon . . .

Klein Sexual Orientation Grid

I scored an average of 3.14

0

1

2

3

4

5

6

Heterosexual

Bisexual

Homosexual

Meaning

This result can also be related to the Kinsey Scale:


0 = exclusively heterosexual
1 = predominantly heterosexual, incidentally homosexual
2 = predominantly heterosexual, but more
than incidentally homosexual
3 = equally heterosexual and homosexual
4 = predominantly homosexual, but more than incidentally
heterosexual
5 = predominantly homosexual, incidentally heterosexual
6 = exclusively homosexual

Summary

The idea of this excercise is to understand exactly how dynamic a person's sexual orientation can be, as well as how fluid it can be over a person's lifespan. While a person's number of actual homo/heterosexual encounters may be easy to categorize, their actual orientation may be completely different. Simple labels like "homosexual", "heterosexual", and "bisexual" need not be the only three options available to us.

Take the quiz

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Holy crap. I woke up from a nap about an hour ago. Still groggy, I sat at my desk and looked out the window.

Confused, I turned around, shook my head, and looked back.

Sure enough, I wasn't imagining it - my street had turned into a running river. Hm.

It's starting to calm down now, but that was pretty wild. Too much goddamn rain, even for Seattle.

(But there is no such thing as global warming.)

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It's a fucking oven in this apartment. The problem (well, one of many) with these stupid old-school radiator heaters is that I have no control over when they come on and go off. I can vary how much (well, theoretically - I have yet to be convinced), but they're on for the building and off for the whole building at the same time. This means, when it's crazy weather in the middle of December (i.e., today) and it's over 50 degrees outside, but the heater is on as if it were 35 - I'm melting. Seriously. And I have windows open.

It's either that or early hot flashes.


And, those who know me well know I totally suck at packing. Which means I pack too heavily and overthink the whole process. It's typically a several hour ordeal. (No joke.) I used to wait until the last minute. Since I don't seem to be able to change how much I pack and how long it takes me, I have at least begun a new a habit of beginning to pack early. As of now (and I leave at the butt crack of dawn Sunday) I have socks, jeans, and vitamins packed. Woo!