I received a spam message this morning that read “Shocking Video Shows Spongebob and Gay Sex!” in the subject line. I know there are some people out there who like to watch animated pornography. For a while, when the Interwebs was still a young pup, there were little video clips or jpegs going around of Homer and Marge Simpson or Looney Toons characters in compromising positions. I didn’t think it was especially funny or arousing, but I guess some people did. Still, I can’t imagine the sort of person who would a.) believe that Spongebob Squarepants was caught in a scandalous homoerotic embrace (does he have a sexuality? Isn’t he supposed to be a kid?), or b.) actually click on a link and pay to see something like that.
I pigged out at the fair yesterday. We wandered around for a few hours, looking at the horses, baby goats, people. I knew with the weather being so wonderful we’d be in for a crowd, but it was so much more than I expected. There were foot-traffic jams every few yards, and lots of children bouncing off strangers as they ran in circles, high on cotton candy and funnel cakes. My one regret was the fried Wisconsin cheese, which really did me in. If I had skipped that delicacy, I might have appreciated my funnel cake more.
It was nice to see people come out and celebrate with me, though. Molly from work and her friend Andrew, Leticia and her housemate (also named Molly), Cavan . . . Those who couldn’t make it are either coming out for dinner tonight (Annie, Audrey, Katie, Maureen), or we’ll see them Thursday (Jennifer, Julie, Liz), or Sunday (Jay and Scott). I guess it’s nice that my birthday gets stretched out into an entire week because it’s so difficult to coordinate one thing for everyone, but it also gets expensive and time-consuming. I hate asking people to rearrange their schedules to just go out and spend more money, but I also can’t say it doesn’t make me feel a little special.
Aw– I wish we’d seen you. We went to the fair yesterday, too. The weather made it too good to wait. Funny– we just did grilled cheese at the Diary Assn and regretted not doing the fried cheese. Usually I’d eat more at the fair, but the smell of the animal barns made me sick and we had to go.
:::sniff:::
I miss the fair.
I am glad you had a good time.
I totally don’t get the Spongebob thing. Or any animated porn for that matter.