Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Category: The Great Hall of TMI – Must be 18 to enter!

  • Hi! I’m Spunky!

    In college, a visiting professor taught one of my English courses. His name was Angus Wilson. He is Sir Angus Wilson to those of you who are under the oppression of the British throne. (Hah! I missed my chance to meet your queen, but if I’d seen her I would not have curtsied like a…

  • In Which I Reduce Our South American Debt by Eighty Dollars!

    First, hi to the people who just visited for the first time from the Ships and Dip Message Board. Prepare to be horrified, because this is probably the MOST OFFENSIVE POST I’ve ever submitted. I can’t help it, you came on a very offensive day. Really, if you choose to ignore any post this year,…

  • Too Much TMI to Even Get a Title

    If I knew how to do it I’d ask you to send a naked photo of yourself before you could click the link here because this post is so far beyond TMI that we need to be on an equal footing. No, no actual nude photos, but very bad mental images. Continue only if you…

  • Old Fish, New Fish, Pink Fish, Blue Fish

    The Dr. Seuss title is misleading. This is another post in the saga of my never-ending seach for personal entertainment devices. Yep, Mom, this IS the one you told me not to post.

  • Phraseology

    I had a little time to kill today and I decided to find out specifically what a “dirty Sanchez” is. I went to Urban Dictionary and had a delightful few moments watching funny definitions roll by. Things like “subwoofing,” which I do, and “earjacking,” which I worked into my conversation tonight. And then I went…

  • Which Are You?

    Which Are You?

    As I understand our culture, a woman likes to cuddle during, ah, the afterglow. However, I do not. I like to clean. I feel cuddly for about 15 seconds, and then the same thought always strikes me: “I should clean the bathroom.” Sometimes the bathroom is already clean. I lie there cuddling. Then my feet…

  • Coitus Interruptus

    (Before you question this post’s taste or the subject matter, rest assured that as it happened Gary said “You’re going to blog this. right?” and I said “Oh I’d never blog something so intimate about you.” He said I had to do it, just with some attempt and delicacy and taste.) Saturday morning Gary, my…

  • My Secret Life

    I was thinking of my niece and the massive secrets adults in her life coerced her into keeping. Like her Mom’s secret marriage. The S_______’s assume the proposition that all knowledge is secret. Any information passed from one S_______ to another ends with “of course, don’t tell [enter name of male member of the family]…

  • You have been warned

    There is a new category, the Great Hall of TMI. Here, and only here, will I put things that even I feel may be too much information for the general viewing public. Enter the Hall of TMI at your own risk. Remember, you must be eighteen to enter. Are you here? Are you eighteen?Good, I…

  • In Which I Abuse Myself

    I hate my vibrator. Gary got it for me, and he always does great research and puzzling to determine what is the top of the line before he makes any important purchase. He went to usergroups and mailing lists and googled the best of the vibrators. He found a vibrator that had been featured on…