A few weeks ago, the Advisory Committee on Immunization Practices unanimously endorsed the use of the HPV vaccine Gardasil.

It's currently recommended for:
- all girls ages 11 and 12 (although it can be given as early as 9 years).
- all girls/women ages 13-26 who have not had the vaccine.
- women with abnormal pap smears, genital warts, or certain other conditions.

Bottom line: If you're in any of those recommended groups, urge your health care plan to include it in their coverage. Out of pocket, it's currently $125 per dose, three doses total, but the four types of HPV it protects against are often responsible for non-hereditary forms of cervical cancer.

(Read more at healthychildren: "Cervical cancer vaccine follow-up: The good and the good".)

From SugarBank, a blog about the business of pornography: A Pornographer's Guide to Protecting Kids from Porn Online. (This specific post does not contain explicit content.)

It's nice to see someone else saying the same thing I was saying to a newsgroup in 1999 about safe surfing needing active supervision more than filtering software. My favorite lines from Sam Sugar's article:

"Protecting children who aren't actively looking for sexual material is as simple as good parenting."

and

"When minors are interested enough in sex to look for it online, the rules change. You can't treat pornography as something they're innocently stumbling into, and you can't expect them to ignore the mental and physical aspects of puberty until they're legal adults."

Man, we have so got to subscribe to NetFlix. We're starting to run low on interesting finds at Blockbuster, plus NetFlix would be less expensive in the long run. If they offer any refer-a-friend offers, I'd be happy to give one of you guys credit for referring us.

In the last week, we have watched:
( Kinsey, Reefer Madness: The Movie Musical, and Inside Deep Throat. Warning, I make snarky comments about obscenity laws. )

We used a cream whipper to make homemade whipped cream. Naturally, inappropriate-if-taken-out-of-context banter flew fast and thick. We are way too easily amused.

Vogon: Tip your head back, I'm not going to hurt you.

Vogon: Heh, I just shot cream in your mouth.

Me: [after he shook the whipper and unintentionally flung bits of whipped cream around] Great, you just made the room look like [it's seen] a money shot.

Vogon: [after he realized some of said flung bits were on his shorts] Oh sh*t! I creamed my pants.

Vogon: Is it against the laws of time and space for me to ask your daughter if she wants me to shoot some cream in her mouth?

Vogon: Maybe I should tip your head back and shoot my cream all over your face.

Another round of scintillating TODCRA IM conversation. In this installment, Field Marshal Stack and I talk about peanut-butter poo and mock Oxygen's (Television for Pre-Menstrual Women) Sunday Night Sex Show. Obviously not for kids.

( Not for the easily squeamish, anti-Dan Savage, anyone who actually likes Oxygen... or you. In fact, you should probably avert your eyes now. )

South Park and seeing Dave Mordal on Tough Crowd in the space of two hours has almost justified cable, though the real reason why we get it is because the mountains defy antenna reception and *curse and grumble* NPR is on AM here, which means even good reception has a high-pitched whine that gives me a headache.

Fred Phelps getting front page coverage in the Denver Post today (Tuesday) really got my goat. What happened to NOT FEEDING TROLLS? Why hasn't he died from his own stupidity? When I was a little burrito I had the "judge not" line banged into my head, but I guess Phelps is exempt. I hope he has an aneurysm in a roughneck bar and gets a beer bottle stuck up his ass.

Speaking of newspapers, I must stop laughing at stories that involve stupid people. Dad was not amused by us laughing at the SUV driver that overcorrected on Wadsworth and proceeded to cross three lanes and the median to hit -- you guessed it -- another SUV.

Anyone with suggestions for unnatural, non-procreative and other non-Shrubya approved sex that Himself and I should try to celebrate National Marriage Protection Week should drop me a line (or call my cell phone). Any ideas are welcome.

Three phenergan left. I am thisclose to calling the clinic and refusing to hang up until I get an appointment. I haven't seen a doctor since November 2001 so you'd think I could get one appointment just to get more phenergan since we never go in and rarely bother them. Bah.

Himself bought me a pillow in hopes of appeasing my back problems. $28 TempSoma from Sam's Club, memory foam core with down-filled cover. So far it's okay, but no dramatic improvement. Also, it smells funny (must be the foam, because the down comforter I've had for a few years has never smelled).

Thinking seriously about the 10-mile fun ride at the Tarwheel Century in April. Himself could easily do the third century (33 miles) without upping his current biking much, but I don't have that kind of endurance yet.

Speaking of endurance, female ejaculation is very draining.
[EDIT: Sorry for severely squicking you out by that, revme. As I explained to Ben, it's a learned thing and I am very happy to have finally done so.]

vogonpoet, I miss you.

This is why I read authors linked from Clean Sheets:

"In fact, if you look in on your neighbor right now and she's cute and home alone, chances are that she is walking around the house topless, if not, she's probably laying on her bed masturbating, instead of doing something mundane like the dishes or the laundry. It's true, it's true." -- Maria Gonzales, "Telemarketing (with free author notes)"

Really, I'm wondering about that now. If I'm home alone with Laurel and not going out, I'm at least in PJ pants and an a-shirt. It's too cold to even think about being topless this time of year, though living off-base gives me the luxury of not having any neighbors close enough to peek in the windows without either binoculars or standing a few feet from the window. Do any of you wander around topless when you're home alone?

That said, if any of you want a holiday card from us, I've got 8-9 cards left (and stamps). Drop me an e-mail with your address if you want one of them. (Am, Flame, Glen, Jude, Phoena, Sunnie, and Varla: you've already got a card coming!)