







Spreading the joy.
The new comic and all its celebrity babe obsessed backgrounds.
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I've been traveling and neglecting the GLORY!blog again, this time without Rusty . . . My good old pal Courtney, who lives in Tejas, was in New Orleans this weekend since she'll be moving there for law school this fall. So I hopped in the Jetta to meet her there. I also got to see the famous Pia ZE, GLORY!reader and big sister extraordinaire. Pia is looking fabulous, as always. After Pia and I got all caught up on writerly gossip on Friday night, I picked Courtney up from the New Orleans airport. We found her an apartment on Saturday and wandered around the Garden District and the French Quarter. We also saw the Mississippi River and rode streetcars. We spent Sunday buying tank tops and eating Po Boys until Courtney had to get back on the big plane toward Texas.
Here we are by the mighty Mississippi:
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In case you're not tired of reading about me and Carrie at Disney World. Go to We Like Media and read our article.
I will return on a more glory-inspired day.
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You know, uh, Rusty and I didn't really want to talk about this because it was kind of, well, freaky...but at one point in our Disney trip, Rusty stepped into a phone booth and became one of my aliens.
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Well, my broken pelvis got fixed late on Saturday and so I had just one day left in my week as an old woman. I spent today doing typical old lady things. Driving really slowly on major streets. Getting in people's way at Wal-Mart. Sitting around and getting in the young people's business. I've learned valuable things about being old and, hopefully, given you some important social messages. Like, that wheelchairs are difficult to get around in. Or sometimes old people are neglected. Or old people are people, too. I'm glad I had to insert myself into the life of an old person and do the same thing every day to learn this. There's probably some corporation I can blame it on, too. Maybe it's Wal-Mart's fault. I usually see a bunch of old people there.
This is what Rusty and I will look like as an old couple:
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Carrie's post depressed me.
I'll report on the T-shirt later. Like when something big happens.
Q: What do you call a bedroom that connects two other rooms?
A: The linkin' bedroom.
I make up jokes like that in my sleep.
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In my first days as an old person, I learned a lot. I took the bus went down to the local nursing home to see if I could blend in and experience life as many old people do: abandoned, sad, pathetic. I really spent some time there. The halls of the home smelled like urine, but I found some great people who truly believed I was 76 years old. The first person I met was Brian, a local high school kid who was there to fill in some volunteer hours on his college application. He was a real nice guy who told me I reminded him of his grandmother. Here we are:
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Sorry for the delay. It's been a rough three days.
Day One: Monday, 14 Jun 2004
This was the day that I had to set a lot of people straight. At first the concern was that I was becoming even too sloppy for me at work. I almost always wear jeans when I teach class, but I at least wear some sort of presentable shirt. So I got some odd at-a-distance "What's up with the T-shirt?" looks from other professors. The ones who got a little closer read the shirt and asked what it was in reference to. I told them "Tyrant Thames" and they told me how they'd heard of it.
All that was fine until...
People started totally misunderstanding! Everyone thought I was protesting President Thames! Why are people so dumb. "No, no, no," I said. "It's all about the T-shirt. I don't care about Tyrant Thames." I don't even know if I'm spelling his name right. "Oh, you like the quote." I gave up. I figured it would sink in.
My students didn't say a word.
Day Two: Tuesday, 15 Jun 2004
Students were the first to talk. Pretty girls smiling and saying "Didn't you wear that yesterday, Dr. Spell?" Why, yes; I was glad they noticed. They didn't question me much. I like students for that. They seem to understand what's what. They're at the age where they still want to change the world... like me.
But then with the faculty again. "Man, you really hate this guy, huh?" or "Do you just like William Lloyd Garrison?" At this point I'm thinking I wish I had chosen a plain white T-shirt, but I can't back out now. In fact, this gives me even more purpose. Maybe the more I wear the shirt, the more people will understand that it's all about the shirt. People only see what's on the surface, some message. They don't see the fabric underneath.
A guy at a the gas station I go to everyday to buy my daily 20 pack of Coke said, "Nice shirt, senor." I liked him the best.
Day Three: Wednesday, 16 Jun 2004
Things took a turn today. The secretary of the department had put a button-down in my mailbox by lunch. One of my colleagues said, "You're not washing that thing, are you?" Right. Right. This is where it starts. This is what it's all about.
I've kept the shirt really clean. I'm not going to do anything to it on purpose, nothing I wouldn't normally do to a shirt. I don't want to hinder this thing. It's so delicate. The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the T-shirt is true.
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I was inspired and excited when talking with Rusty about our planned homage to Morgan Spurlock, how we would do the same sociological experiment every day, not knowing how it might turn out, and suffer through it for our art. I'd planned on wearing a t-shirt every day like Rusty, and even had this one picked out:
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2:57 PM
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I've been so inspired my Morgan Spurlock, the genius behind Super Size Me who ate nothing but McDonald's three times a day for a month to prove that it was bad for you -- that I've decided to do a little suffering for my art and for the social good of my own.
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By now you've all seen our vacation photos and you love them almost as much as we do. We like to look at them every day. People are always telling us how cute and happy and sexy we look in our photos, and it's true. We're practically celebrities. So I had an idea to do a GLORY! version of the E! television show Celebrities Uncensored -- that show where you see Hollywood celebrities caught by paparazzi in their worst moments.
Rusty and I don't always take such perfect photos of each other, though it's common for us since we put our L-U-V in the camera lens. And perfect photos are getting more and more common now that we both have our fancypants digital cameras. Also, we know how to work the clone-the-zit-out feature on Photoshop.
Here are some uncensored Carrie-Rusty moments in which we look our worst --faces like oil slicks, ugly squints, dumb looks in general. This is purely for your amusement. We are not always perfect though most of the time we are.
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The funny thing is, that's how Darren always dresses. Click here to listen to a RealAudio of "Darron." Rock and Roll Baby.
So the new Jerkface of the Glory Blog is Morgan Spurlock, the idiot who made that Super Size Me documentary where he ate McDonald's three times a day for a month to "prove" it was bad for you. Yeah, last month I ate nothing but baby carrots three times a day and got really sick--I guess they're bad for you too. Carrie told me she only went to one store all last month -- an expensive jewelry store -- and that's all she ever bought... that proves it's expensive.
He was on The Daily Show and showed exactly how stupid he was. Maybe the most pointless thing he said was "You know," taking conspiratorial tone, "they never show Ronald McDonald eating the hamburgers." Wow, you just blew my mind!
The above was meant to be glorious complaints, so as not to get too far off track here. Whatever: shiny object, here's a pretty picture:
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GLORY!Readers should welcome Kalyna Chase into the world, brand new daughter of our pals Kristina and Darren in Buffalo. Kristina is famous for being sweet and singing "Our Hurricane" at Rusty's live shows and Darren is famous for once saying, "The devil you say!" which we stole. Kalyna will be famous for wearing baby alien gear. Kalyna has two famous older sisters named Hannah and Parker, famous for their cuteness.
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Rusty needs to learn that he can't just drop things into the GLORY!blog without contextualizing them: somehow the knob from his mixer got left behind in my apartment after he drove back to Texas, and it was on the floor, and I stepped on it, and it stabbed into my bare foot, and hurt me, and I didn't know what it was, but it turned out it was Rusty's knob, and he needed his precious knob, and so I had to wrap the knob in a paper towel so it wouldn't pierce through an enevelope, and then mail the knob, and then see that Rusty said "This is what I have to deal with" about the nice note I included with the knob when I sent it so nicely back to him.
There. This is why Tommy thinks I don't make jokes. It's because I always have to spend my time explaining Rusty's posts.
Here is a treat for the GLORY!readers:This site is pretty cool -- it gives a history of Disney World through postcards.
Excuse me if this is incoherent, but I've been without air conditioning in my apartment since Friday and I'm, in the words of Missy E., really really hot.
If you love us, drop us a comment.
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Rusty Spell
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"Why is Rusty such a butt-hole?" That's the question on everyone's mind right now. The answer may come one day.
Thanks to Samantha for the glorycomments. Everyone should read the glorycomments as part of their daily gloryhomework.
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