I’ve noticed that quite consistently an author’s main characters tend to be writers or magazine editors. Think basically every Stephen King novel or short story and every other romance novel. Just think of Shopaholic and Devil Wears Prada. Two recent movies that were book adaptations. Both are chick-flick romances based on the writing industry. This profession theme is so oversaturated in writing that I won’t even consider reading a book if I see on the flap that the protagonist is in the business of writing.

Computer programmers write LOTs of software to help them out in their own nerdy endeavors. Search engines, directory optimization, backup database watchers, defragging.   Just for a random selection. Go to See all recently added products from www.download.cnet.com and see just how many recently developed software programs are related entirely to computers and no other side industry.

And artsy people make a lot of crap for other artsy people.  THIS. IS. A. SEWING. NINJA.  Not hard to find. Crafty people make shit for other crafty people.

 

So just Imagine my delight when i FIND…Argenta Collaborative.  Tech-Targeted craft shop. The perfect feminine touch to my super dull i-code-and-stuff life.

I bought this. It is techy, but made by PEOPLES Who MAKEZ craftIES. ZOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me Love. You Buy.

Today,  as I left my house, I noted that I needed a refill on a prescription . I had misplaced my other bottle over the weekend and was worried about missing doses.  The pharmacy near my apartment closes early, so I knew I wouldn’t be able to go by after work. So I made a note to go to a Walgreens near my office and see if they could transfer and refill my prescription during my lunch break.  I didn’t know where a Walgreens was near my work, though. I’d have to Google it at work.

So this morning, the hour and a half trip that I make to work everyday flew by cause I was listening to my dear Adam Carolla podcast. I woke up from my driving hypnosis about 2 exits past my normal exit.  I sighed, picked up my GPS, and found my way back to work through the semi-back streets. And I happened to pass a Walgreens on the way just a couple blocks from my office! And I thought. Like I do pretty frequently, actually. “Wow, If I was still calling myself a Christian…this would have been a blessing from God.” God had clearly directed me to miss my exit so that I would find the Walgreens. I would have filed it away in my mental file of coincidences I could attribute to God’s love in the next prayer group I was in that night. I would have breathed a sigh of relief that now I wouldn’t even have to make something up to share.

 

Because I love science, I am facing a dilemma.  I have to go to work tomorrow, and yet, I am participating in boobquake.  Bookquake is an event I’ve RSVP’d for designed to scientifically test the hypothesis that BOOBS CAUSE EARTHQUAKES.  Or less-specifically,that immodesty causes earthquakes.  As shown in the below statement:

Many women who do not dress modestly ... lead young men astray, corrupt their chastity and spread adultery in society, which (consequently) increases earthquakes…We cannot invent a system that prevents earthquakes, but God has created this system and that is to avoid sins, to pray, to seek forgiveness, pay alms and self-sacrifice

 

And being the great proponent of secular morality that I am, I can’t honestly dress Modestly and allow my participation to be used in the experiment as if I had dressed Immodestly!!!  I need to be good and moral and dress Immodestly like the good little atheist baby-killer I am. Or else I corrupt science. 

At the same time, I can’t realistically show my boobsies to all the boysies at work.  I need this job so that I can fund my giant life of debauchery and international terrorism. 

I’m sure I’ll figure it out. After all, immodesty is such a indefinable thing from a woman’s perspective anyway.  As immodesty only makes sense as determined by what specifically made the men be led astray. So if I can get ONE guy who is not married to me (all of them, since I’m unmarried) to be "led astray" by my shmexy body, then I have successfully achieved The Immodesty. And science can proceed. But science may have to wait till after work.

As a side note, modesty is one of those words that really has the vast amount of its usage from inside of religion. Like youth or fellowship or a joy or a blessing or let me share this with you (in the context of information, not a toy).  

Oh, and to make up for me not being able to participate in boobquake for 8 hours, I give you the Muhammad Cat Pig chasing a laser pointer.