Reinventing Dr. Ding
Don’t worry, chilluns. Dr. Ding ain’t going anywheres. I remain as obdurate, apophenic, and (according to me dear Irish mudder) “raunchy” as ever.
I just stumbled across this cool post on the subject of grieving at ReinventingErica and wanted to share it with y’all.
I discovered Erica O’Grady (note: good Irish name, by the by) on Twitter, and while I confess to not always being 100% sure of what it is she exactly does, I know enough about Social Media to cleverly deduce that she’s a big kahuna. Giant mojo hand here, people. Check it out.
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Ladiez: Watch Out For that F-16 In Your Pants
A Friend Of Ding sent this to me earlier today. No idea if it’s real of not. But it’s funny.
This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company Proctor and Gamble, regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. It’s PC Magazine’s 2007 editors’ choice for best webmail-award-winning letter.
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your ‘Always’ maxi pads for over 20 years and
I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or
Dri-Weave absorbency, I’d probably never go horseback riding or salsa
dancing, and I’d certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in
tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary
Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how
crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can’t tell you how safe and
secure I feel each month knowing there’s a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from �the
curse’? I’m guessing you haven’t. Well, my time of the month is starting
right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging
through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I’ll
be transformed into what my husband likes to call ‘an inbred hillbilly
with knife skills.’ Isn’t the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in th e Feminine-Hy giene Division, you’ve no doubt seen
quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers
monthly visits from ‘Aunt Flo’. Therefore, you must know about the
bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood
swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it’s
a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer
fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend’s testicles into a George
Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey’s Anatomy was
written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just
crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants… Which brings me to the
reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so
painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened
an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these
words: ‘Have a Happy Period.’
Are you f***ing kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny
middle-manager brain really think happiness – actual smiling, laughing
happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned
above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless
you’re some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything
‘happy’ about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and
Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don’t march down to the
local Walgreen’s armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your
life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have to slap a
moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn’t it make more sense to say
something that’s actually pertinent, like ‘Put down the Hammer’ or
‘Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong’, or are you just picking on us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately,
ther e will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, f or I have chosen to take my
maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your
Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending
bullshit. And that’s a promise I will keep. Always.
Best,
Wendi Aarons
Austin , TX
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Aquatic Egress
Dr. Ding finds these shoes eerily beautiful. And strangely functional…
Imagine the possibilities! They seem perfect for field agent deployment during your basic black ops: infiltration, dazzling cocktail party mingle, hard target acqusition/neutralization, followed by rapid aquatic egress.
Special thanks to Jen for the link.
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Geek Love: Brief Elegy for Gary Gygax
Dr. Ding’s almost brother-in-law, Nater, requested that I discuss my first experience with Dungeons&Dragons, thereby repping my set, aka Gamer Nerd Brethren and Sistren. Nate knows a closeted gamer when he sees one, and he’s right, I need to let that phreak phlag phly¹.
Picture it: Shampoo-Banana, Illinois. One languid summer, 1981. Polyester plum-smugglers had just come into vogue, and there I was, playing D&D in our basement with a family friend, and a buddy of his he’d invited over. I don’t remember said buddy’s name, but I think it was something exotic like “Wesley” or perhaps “Todd.” He had a peachfuzz moustache and was wearing (non-ironically you see, for it was 1981) a tight ringer tee-shirt and the aforementioned plum-smugglers, with dark, feathered hair. I also recall that he (more…)
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Parody of Chopper Reid Australian PSA
This is actually Ronnie Johns doing a cod-Reid, exhorting his fellow/sister Australians to HTFU.
Please note: Dr. Ding will henceforth be using the above abbreviation with wild, pony-mane-tossing abandon.
Whinnnnneeeeigggh!
Enjoy. With special thanks to LOTD.
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The Power Of Dr. Ding Compels You
Dr. Ding is totally rescinding her offer of social democracy and reinstating the benign dictatorship that is truly more in keeping with her character.
You must read this post by the esteemed Dr. Miggy.
Now.
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