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Giant Cartoon Bees and Agoraphobia

Video games are great. What else could make you yell "FUCK YOU BEEEEEEEEE!"? Unless you were watching the first X-Files movie, amirite X-Files fans? Or I guess if you were stung by a bee. There's really a large assortment of potential bee problems. But my point here is that a large bee in Donkey Kong Country kept killing me (or rather, kept killing Donkey and Diddy Kong).

So that was my weekend, along with visiting my parents, who were sitting on the front porch with me while I dealt with Bumble B. Rumble.

I read to my mom from Sara Benincasa's Agorafabulous, which is about her battle with agoraphobia ("fear of the marketplace"). I've been following Sara since her Palin videos in 2008, and I was pretty psyched to see she was writing a book. What I somehow did NOT expect is how well it would be written. I knew she was smart, and I knew she was funny, but this was honestly one of those moments where, after reading a bunch of mediocre-type books, you open one and go "OH. RIGHT. Good writing. This is it."

My mother, who is the reason I am the way I am, enjoyed the first couple chapters, which is how far we got, and my mother is not afraid to say something is "fucking terrible" even if she knows I like it, so let's just give Agorafabulous her stamp of approval (a stamp which is no doubt embellished with curlicues and posed swans).

The only other book I remember reading aloud to her was The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance, and I fricking love that book. So despite not having finished this yet, I'm gonna go ahead and say it's totally awesome and you should read it.

The sentence my mom wanted me to read again was:

"New Jersey claims to be a state, but is actually a gigantic slab of cement upon which malls sprout like blisters and corns on the stubby, scrubby feet of overworked, chain-smoking strippers."

Quality stuff.


I so love this vid. So, so much. "I remember that incident, and it was only six hours. You were lost for six hours."

"Do you remember the kerfuffle?"

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