They Won't Call You Shirley, Anymore.

From TMZ:

Legendary funny man Leslie Nielsen died today of complications of pneumonia in a hospital near his home in Fort Lauderdale, this according to his agent. He was 84.

Here's a better story from CBC News

We've lost a legend of comedy and a part of Canadian cinema's legacy.

I saw Naked Gun when I was around 8 and it was my first real foray into absurdist comedy.  Neilsen's deadpan delivery caught me, and kindled in me a love for the absurd.  From there I moved onto the films of Mel Brooks and Nielsen's own earlier work, Airplane.

In my opinion, he was under-rated as a dramatic actor, though.  One of my favorite roles was as Paul Gross' eccentric, 'shroom-growing, father in Men With Brooms.

As a country up until recently not particularly well known for our entertainers, Leslie Neilsen was someone I was proud to have represent our Nation in the entertainment industry.

Rest in Peace Mr. Nielsen.

Like a loan shark transaction gone awry

*originally posted August 4, 2008 at http://www.myspace.com/goddessralph/blog/421141121
I'm reposting this because I just found it, and I likes it.

In my dream I spilled cookies
On your mothers front porch
She thought I was stealing
I was passing the torch
Only trying to clean up
the mess that I left
You told me you loved me
then charged me with theft
"I thought love was a gift.
This seems more like a loan."
You said "Dear, love, I fear
is not something you own."

Copyright Andrea Lyn Cole 2008

This is me and here's my song...

So just some updates in general:

Wrangled me up a guest for my staff xmas party.  So that's fun, looking forward to it.

I'm quite excited about some changes in my workplace duties that have been taking place.  Normally to protect the innocent I try not to blog too much about work, and when I do, I like to keep it as vague and anonymous as possible,  but from past posts it can usually be assumed that I A) work for an internet company and B) I was in the Customer Service end of it.  Recent changes have my duties focusing less on customer service and more on web content and marketing via social networking, plus some SEOing which i find funny, because in some of my other duties, I've grown to have a vague contempt for SEO guys, mainly due to their tendency to play around with web-sites.  If I had the time and motivation to explain the one area of my job, my contempt would be easier to understand.  However in the name of again, keeping things rather anonymous, and reducing confusion I'll just say SEO guys make my life difficult so it's funny that in other aspects, I'm kind of becoming one, and leave it at that.


At any rate, the changes in my job description have been interesting in a good way, since I'm finding I'm actually excited about work, this past week, and feeling my potential to be a greater contributor overall.  Although for the most part I generally like my workplace and get along with my co-workers, customer service can be a soul-sucking exercise in frustration and futility that leaves me at the end of the day weeping for the state of humanity and the average's person's complete unwillingness and/or inability to click, scroll, read or otherwise do ANYTHING that would help them figure out things for themselves.  So some days I'm less than enthusiastic about making the 10 minute commute.  So to be excited and looking forward to new tasks and projects is a good thing, indeed.


Not started my Christmas shopping yet.  No big surprises there.

Spent some quality time with the guitar tonight, as there's a coffee house I plan on attending tomorrow night with the girls.  My parents have asked me to take some pictures for their magazine, [pimp]The Tay Township Report [/pimp], as my dad will be working and mom is entertaining.

This particular song has been eluding me for months, despite a relatively simple chord structure.  It's the odd syncopated rhythm that threw me off, and the face that as a relatively unknown performer, except perhaps among the alt-country crowds, NQ Arbuckle is kind of difficult to find tabs for online.

Yeah.. took me three tries to record this, and I still screwed up near the end.  Such is life. Just glad I have it down now.

A picture of Matt Good showed up in my Facebook feed, and I was struck again by the whole 'ugly-hot' phenomenon that guys, especially in the field of rock stars, are able to pull off.  There's a distinct subset of men that while nowhere near what could be called conventionally handsome, are able to make suck in my breathe and momentarily forget what I am doing.   Some less enlightened folks may chalk it up to money+power=sexy, but I think it's more attitude that plays into it, along with the whole creative mystique.  I don't see it as often in sports figures or politicians, but then again, I'm less inclined to pay attention to these types as I am musicians, artists, writers, etc.

Oh, Hai, Matt Good.  You want me come away with you?  mmkay.

I'm thinking I may start a theme day, something like 'Reverse Objectification Friday's' so I can just arbitrarily post pictures of dudes that provoke thoughts in my head of the type that would at best, make old lady's blush and at worse, make baby Jesus cry.

Because hell, who doesn't love a good theme day?

Twitter how I heart thee.

Man, I tell ya, putting aside giving life not once but twice, setting up a Twitter account may just have been the greatest thing I have done in this lifetime.  In the few short months I've had my account, I've won the following:

• Tickets to see the Schomberg Fair and The Great Bloomers (read more about that adventure here)
• Copy of the Jackass 3D soundtrack.  Not a huge fan of the movies, but it's a pretty interesting mix, soundtrack-wise.  Love Karen O's "If You're Gonna Be Dumb, You Gotta Be Tough"
• Signed Grapes of Wrath vinyl along with a free T-Shirt (to add to my collection)

I'm excited about this last one, because I forgot even entering that contest, which was originally to see the Grapes of Wrath in Toronto.  The promo guy at Exclaim! magazine was sick apparently and never ended up giving away the tix, so this was my consolation prize.  I'm pretty darn consoled.

For interests sake, the Grapes of Wrath are a Canadian band that were quite popular in the late 80's/early 90's and are apparently touring again.  Anyone into Canadian Indie music at that time will probably remember this:

(on a side note, having rediscovered this tune, it's going into my open mic night repertoire)

But yeah... Free Stuff is Awesome.  That is all.

WWWednesday - Two Steps Forward, One soul-killing step back.

Up 1.5 lbs this week.

I am frustrated.  Seriously.  I tracked up until Monday night, then lost track.  Thinking over what I actually ate between Monday and Today though, I don't think I was way too off.

Frankly, I'm frustrated as all hell with this "journey" right now.  I hate the fact that if I even go a little bit off, I seem to lose progress.

I'm sick to death of having to be aware of what I'm eating and why I'm eating.  It's a pain in the ass having to stop and ask myself  "Am I hungry, or just bored or just stressed out?"  I hate writing shit down.  I hate counting points.  I hate measuring stuff.  I hate nutrition labels.  Seriously, I fucking hate it. I hate having to be hyper-aware of every goddamned morsel that goes in my mouth. This kind of crap is how eating disorders get started.

I've been at this for almost four years now.  This last 20 is friggin' killing me.  I can't handle one more person telling me that muscle weighs more than fat.  Big effin' deal.  Muscle means I'm still plunking down 60 bucks a month to stay in this bloody program.  But I've tried following it on my own before, and I need that accountability.  If no one else is paying attention, then neither will I.  Sounds shallow, I know, but it's a support thing too.

The ladies at the meeting have even suggesting because I've been on this fucking desolate tundra of a plateau for so long now that I get a note from my doctor so I can set a goal weight outside of the 'normal' range for my height.  But you know what?  I set a goal (and a reasonable one) and I intend to stick to it.  To suddenly knock 15 or 20 lbs off my ultimate goal seems like a cop-out.   Basically, if I do that, I'm going to know that I didn't do what I set out to do, and I'll feel like a con.  *sigh*  And by knowing secretly that I did cop out, then I lose the motivation to maintain what progress I did make.  I'm so close.  At this point it's not even about the scale, or my ass, or a number.. It's that I set a goal, a reasonable one, even, and I'm going to fucking DO IT.  Not backing down.

I know, and am fully aware of all the benefits that I've gained from coming this far.  I'm med-free, I'm in the best shape I've been in years (if not ever).  I'm starting to feel really good about myself (although I see myself still as an overweight woman.. funny how body dysmorphia screws with you) and I know I'm making good choices.  I know I've come a long way.  And it's one thing when I know I've not been keeping to the plan as well as I can.. if I skip tracking for a week, or don't excercise then I know it's nobody's fault buy my own whne i don't make progress.  It's just fucking irritating as hell when I bust my ass, but then slip a bit and end up paying for it.

One of the things I liked about this program was the idea that yes, once in a while you can indulge yourself.. but it feels like when I do that, then I lose progress.  And I don't mean indulging by taking a day where I totally pig out.. I mean I might have a donut and a beer or something and then it shows up. THAT'S ANNOYING.  I don't even dip into the allowance points when I'm tracking because it seems to show up and impede my progress.

Those of you with naturally good eating habits, active lifestyles and good metabolism, be thankful for these things.. because feeling like you have to police yourself is such a pain in the ass. 

*anyone who might be overly concerned reading this, I'm just venting here just so you know*

I really am a girl sometimes.

Generally I pride myself on being fearless as far as all the normal things that scare people go.  Creepy crawlies? Meh.  I squash my own spiders, thanks. 

Horror movies?  I laugh in the face of Jason, Freddy Krueger and whatever other crazed ax murderer or thing that goes bump in the night you can put on celluloid.

Mice?  Cute, aren't they?
Well, guess what....

NOT WHEN THEY HAVE FRICKIN' WINGS!!

Shortly after getting home tonight, the eldest child had let the big Tom outside.  She's not well known for being aware of her surroundings, which is how, we figure, it occured that a few minutes later she goes 'Oh!  there's a bird in the house!'

I go "What the.. (looking up) oh yeah, there IS a bird.. oh SHIT.. it's a BAT!!"

There's a bloody bat in my house.  FFFFUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!

The ladies don't quite know what to do, so I immediately usher them into their bedroom before they have a chance to panic.  I fling open the front door and try to telepathically direct this bat to the door.

Outside, it's where you want to be, bat.

Mind you, vocally translates as "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! SHIT!! AHHHHHHHHHH"  as the little bugger flies drunken-like back and forth between the kitchen and the living room.

ZOOM flap flap flap

"AHHHHH!!!!  OH SHIT OH SHIT!!"  look at closed bedroom door "I'm OKAY!! MOMMY'S OKAY"  *swoop* "OH DEAR GOD, AUUUUGHHHH"  *ducks*

I realize the door is wide open and one of the kittens has made it's way to the front porch, so I make a dive a throw the cat into the bedroom with the children, and proceed to bat-duck and gather the other cats (other than the giant Tom, don't really care if he gets out).

So I'm in my living room, screaming and throwing kittens into a room, while this poor confused bugger flies back and forth with increasing panic, all the while trying to reassure the children between eardrum-piercing screams as they muffle giggles (Yes, GIGGLES.. frickin' sadistic little...)behind their bedroom door.

The little one, the more helpful of the two, suggests the butterfly net.  "Quick Where Is It??" I ask, frantic, as I try to keep an eye on the flying rodent.  In the mudroom, she tells me.  That's fantastic I think, considering I'm at the front door, on the opposite side of the house, and getting to the mud room requires me to cross directly into my little friend's flight path.

I scream some more.  "It's okaY!  i'm Fine!! AUUGHGHGHHGHGH  MOTHER OF GOD" *flapping of bat wings*

Some how I get a hold of the butterfly net, but keep in mind, I've never wielded a butterfly net against a living being before.  I'm surprised there was very little breakage.  So, I manage to get the bat into my net.  Unfortunately I got him in there when I grazed him with the rim of the net, knocking him to the ground senseless (my aim isn't great).

It's important to note that this whole time I am still screaming and yelling obscenities peppered with half-assed attempts to reassure the kids, who obviously needed no assurance as they continued to LAUGH at their poor mother, from the safety of their bedroom.  grr.

So having knocked the bat to the ground, I throw the net over it and scoop it up, rushing to the front door to free him.  The little bugger won't let go of the damn net!!  So I shake the ever loving hell out of that net until I see something haphazardly flutter off into the night.

I need a drink.  Apparently, I am not friend to ALL animals.  I'm kind of a jerk to some of them.

a wee ditty.

Songs I wish I wrote

My tongue is tied, I can only hum
My fingers stumble as I strum
Grip the pen but the words don't come
It's all been said before

Singing songs I wish I'd wrote myself
Singing songs I wish I'd wrote myself
These aren't my words but the voice is mine
Singing songs I wish I'd wrote myself

Feelings strangled inside of me
Dead fingers make no melody
You've said it all so perfectly
It's all been done before

Singing songs I wish I'd wrote myself
Singing songs I wish I'd wrote myself
These aren't my words but the tears are mine
Singing songs I wish I'd wrote myself

Singing Songs I wish I'd wrote myself
Singing Songs I wish I'd wrote myself
The pain is real but the tune ain't mine
Singing songs I wish I'd wrote myself.

copyright - Andrea Lyn Cole 2010

Two movie reviews, a rant and an awesome link.

Just finished watching the second of two movies that a friend of mine burned a couple of weeks ago.  It's difficult finding time to do something as simple as watching a movie anymore but I got through them.  My thoughts:

The Runaways (B- oh, and my grading system is pretty arbitrary in case you were wondering)

Not a bad film, but of course with me, you can't go wrong with rock biopics.  It's the first time I've seen Kristen Stewart in a movie and I haven't wanted to punch her in the face, so good on her for that one.  I found her very believable as Joan Jett.  Let's put it this way.. with Dakota Fanning, I was watching Dakota Fanning play Cherie Curie, whereas I just felt like I was watching Joan Jett with Kristen's performance.

I had a hard time getting around the meta-teensploitation ick factor.  They're basically documenting how the Runaways as a band were exploited for their jailbait sex appeal by having Stewart and Fanning make out.  Weird.

That being said, I still thought it was a decent film.

The Trotsky (B)


First of all, since i first saw Highway 61 I've maintained that Canadian cinema is horribly under-rated.  Secondly, I'm officially adding Jay Baruchel to my list of awkward weedy shy-boy crushes. 
It was probably inevitable.  I thought the School admin's were a little too caricaturistically evil, since in real life a lot of teachers and principals are also pawns of the larger system.  But that didn't take away from my enjoyment.

Did I mention Jay Baruchel was fantastically awkward?  he may out-awkward Michael Cera.


So yeah, both pretty good films.  I saw the best friggin' thing on Etsy today.  I work in an office building that shares a parking lot with the Parole office (who have claimed about 15 reserved spots), a couple of smaller businesses and a Tim Hortons.  We have about 10 reserved spots, which was great when we had about 10 employees but now it's closer to 20, and we have to battle for spots.  So it's exceptionally frustrating when I come to work in the morning to this:

Or even more infuriatingly, this:

 

Okay, seriously Blogger and/or Tuxpaint?  That's supposed to say Asshole in Pickup truck.  FFS, people.

Anyway, I digress.. I've been looking for a nice passive-aggressive way to deal with this particular brand of jackass, and I think I may have found it:

Fuzzy Cute Bunnies with a Dark Side


Yes, ladies and gentlemen, handy little cards you can stick on someone's windshield just to let them know what a huge douche canoe they are for not being able to take a couple extra seconds to make sure other people have a place to park.

This may be the greatest thing ever.  Do Want.

Putting off my housework

So, StephC at Seriously??... Reeeally?... Seriously? recently posted this fun little blog survey, so because my house is a mess and I'm always up for a reason to put stuff off and be surrounded by filth and entropy, I'm going to steal it from her and let y'all have a little more insight to yours truly.

1. Do you collect anything?  If so, what and how long have you been collecting?

I have a stupid number of concert and band T-Shirts.  I didn't really set out to collect them, I just have a hard time getting rid of them.  I generally pick one up everytime I see a new act.  Sometimes it's the headliner, sometimes the opener, sometimes whoever I thought put on the best show.  A few of them were purchased in retail stores, or given to me.  It's become a collection based on the fact that I absolutely HATE getting rid of them.  Once  upon a time I had a wicked cool Ramones t-shirt, but when I was at my heaviest I went through this "I'm never gonna fit any of this shit ever again, I might as well get rid of it" thing and gave away that shirt in the process.  Now I'd totally rock it again, and I don't have it.  I've never gotten over that.

this is but a cross-section of the full collection.  many are in the laundry at the moment.

The best shirt-procuring story can be found here

I started in grade 8, with a Pearl Jam shirt I got for christmas that had a caricature of the band.  The oldest in my possesion is the Nirvana shirt I got for my 14th birthday.  I've had it so long it's practically decomposing. Some shirts get recycled once they get to that point.  For example, my Alice In Chains Rooster shirt, ended up on the back of an army coat:

My newest one I got last night when I went to see A Primitive Evolution, a band fronted by a friend from high school.

2. What is one cleaning tip you swear by?

Two words.  Child Labour.  Seriously, once they're old enough to understand the words 'Grounded to Infinity' put your babies to work.  They contribute to the mess, they can sure as shit help clean it.

3.  Who would you call for Bail Money?

That's a tough one.  Most of the friends and loved ones who I feel would be willing to help me are probably in no position to do so.  I could probably start some kind of letter writing campaign for amnesty.. I have the sneaking suspicion that if I were ever arrested, I'd probably be some kind of political prisoner.   Unless I got arrested for something really stupid like aggravated assault with a fish.  At which point I might be too mortified to ask for bail money.

4. What is one thing you miss about being a kid?

Being able to wander around a store and look at stuff, while being totally oblivious to the fact that store workers were watching me like a hawk wondering if I was going to start stuffing my pockets.  It's not that store workers don't watch little kids, it's just that I was blissfully ignorant of the misanthropy of the retail sector, and oh hell, the population at large.

5. What are some of your guilty pleasures?

Taylor Swift.  I'm going to lose any elitist hipster cred i ever had, but I have an actual physiological reaction to Love Story.. My eyes get moist and my stomach flips with joy when she sings about the boy pulling out a ring and telling her to pick out a white dress.  Sweet jesus, I'm tearing up as I type this.

Guns N Roses.  Mainly because a lot of their lyrics are highly mysogynistic (especially off Appetite for Destruction - or the lyrics to One In A Million in it's entirety) I feel like I'm doing a disservice to my gender whenever I listen to them.  But holy shit, these guys were down, dirty, street urchin rock.  I've also said before that Appetite Era Axl could have shown modern-day gangsta rappers a thing or two, because Axl was a pimp when 50 cent was still at his momma's tit.  You know, before the dreads and the huge amounts of botox.  I'll also add that I won't acknowledge any post-slash GNR incarnation as Guns N Roses.. once you take away most of the band, all you have is Axl and the Randoms.   Velvet revolver had more GNR than GNR does now.

Street Meat aka Hot Dog Cart Hot Dogs.  No matter how many times people tell me what goes in hot dogs, or how animals are killed, I will continue my love affair with hot dogs, especially ones I can buy on the street.

6. how early do you start your holiday shopping?

Ugh.  Let's just say, not as early as I'd like, and leave it at that.  I'm cheap, broke, anti-materialistic and generally not a fan of the commercial end of the holiday season.  So I tend to put it off.  I always think I'm going to do more hand-made and creative stuff for people, but I run out of time.  Blargh. 

7. what is a family tradition that you would like to pass on to your significant other/children?

I know a family that was kind of well off, and every year they'd take a third of each kid's gift budget (as in, money that would have gone to gifts for that child) and ask the kid if they knew someone that was in need of help and more importantly that they felt deserved help or something special, a friend, an acquaintance and the kids would pick someone to give that portion to.  I always thought this was a great way to teach kids about giving to others who are in need, and if I ever find myself in a position where giving to my own children is no longer a struggle, then I'd certainly want to do this.

8. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Getting to where I am now from where I was ten years ago.  Surviving a divorce, and getting a university degree while raising two small children and dealing with various health problems and a broken marriage.  Learning to take better care of myself, both physically and emotionally, and becoming a much stronger person for it all.  Negotiating a custody situation that could have been utterly hellish and caused my kids a lot of problems into something workable and generally beneficial for all involved, especially the kids who are turning out to be two kind, intelligent and funny little girls.  The kids are alright.

9. What do you do to pamper yourself?

About once a year I get a full manicure-pedicure.  Usually I do this as my anti-valentines day tradition, because hell, I LOVE ME.  I was with someone this year for VD day so my yearly pedicure was put off until June when a friend came to visit.  On an average week I like to get a bottle of wine and some nice cheese and crackers and listen to the radio and paint.   Or I'll sneak over to my parents place and steal their tub for a long hot soak.  I don't have a tub.

If I had a tub, I too could be a happy as Ernie.

10.  if you were to start your own restaurant, what would it be called?

Have never really considered opening a restaurant, but I have a not-really-secret desire to open a bar.  Our area is sadly devoid of any night-life whatsoever, and I have a general disdain for run-of-the-mill club music while at the same time having a huge love of dancing.. just don't like to dance to the stuff most club Dj's seem to want me to dance to.  One of my friends and I always joke about "when we open our bar".. each time it's a little less jokingly.  If it were all up to me, my bar would be smallish, have a good dance floor, and a stage.  We'd have local talent play and other nights would be retro nights and indie music nights.   There'd be couches and pool tables.  We'd have top notch security to keep the teenagers and the fuckheads who want to fight and break shit out (because that's how bars get closed down.. underagers and fighting) Rock posters and artwork would abound. Oh and I'd totally steal the idea I saw in this punk bar in Hamilton where they had the washrooms wallpapered in comic book pages.  That shit was suh-weet.

I don't want to say what name we've thrown around in case I jinx it.  I just want to have an alternative to the one lame ass bar we have here, and the Legion.


So that's that.  As Steph put, if anyone feels the urge to do this, link me in the comments below.

And yet we haven't found a way to censor stupid...

Holy arbitrary censorship Batman.

Two stories caught my attention today.  First was a blog post from Tom at Work That Matters regarding Facebook's double standard on so-called obscenity and vulgarity in photos.  The basic gist of the original note that Tom cites is a woman pointing out that you can search for 'Boob's' and find any number of skin-baring, objectionist, definitely sketchy boob shots ranging from plain cleavage shots to almost full-on nudity.

This isn't the problem though (well, it is, but that's a whole 'nother blog post.. not so much boobs, as the objectification of women blah blah.. again, a blog for another day).  The problem is that at the same time that anybody and their Grandma can find these images, the writer of the original note, a friend of a friend of Mr. Megginson's, points out a number of seemingly innocent pics of mothers breast-feeding their children that have been flagged and pulled from the site for being obscene.  Take a jump over to Tom's blog to see the images in question.  Most of them show a bare minimum of skin.

Whether it's the people flagging these pictures as obscene, or the moderators being picky-choosy about which images stay and which ones go, either way there is something very wrong here.   It seems ridiculous that non-eroticized pictures of mother's nursing their children are being targeted as obscene, whereas these other hyper-sexualized examples are hunky-dory?  What the hell, Zuck?

(yes.. anything Facebook related, and I put the blame straight on Mark Zuckerberg.  He's my favorite scapegoat)

Not surprisingly, the original note has been deleted, but Tom had the good foresight to screen capture it so folks can read it in all it's glory.  I've posted Tom's article to my own Facebook page and I am encouraging others to do so as well.

Me, I don't think boobs are inherently obscene.  It's all context, folks.  But if you're going to call boobage, bewbers, whathaveyou obscenity, at least be consistent about it.

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This story blew my medderfleurkin' mind:

A Brave New World controversy

A woman in Seattle Washington is trying to get Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World" pulled from school curriculum because it's disparaging to Natives, and refers to Savage Natives, which offends and upsets her.

I'm upset and offended by this woman's obvious lack of reading comprehension, if she even read the book at all, or if just read the 'offending' passage and knee-jerked the rest.

In the complaint to her daughter's school, Sarah Sense-Wilson states:

"[the text has a] high volume of racially offensive derogatory language and misinformation on Native Americans. In addition to the inaccurate imagery, and stereotype views, the text lacks literary value which is relevant to today's contemporary multicultural society,"

*facepalm*

First off, I've read this book a number of times.  There's nothing in the text to indicate that the 'Savages' that the text refers to are supposed to represent Native Americans or First Nations people.  In Brave New World, the so-called civilised people are those born from test tubes in factories, pre-destined to certain lots in life to which they have been conditioned before birth.  The Savages are people who live on the outskirts of society and still live in families and are born of human mothers and bond and share.  They drink and fight and love and experience a gamut of emotions that the "Civilized" people find abhorrent and vulgar.

The book, along with being a dystopian vision of a world dependent on drugs, materialism and mindless eroticism (hmm.. sound familiar?) as a means of avoiding negative experiences and emotions, also criticizes the Eurocentric, colonial ideal of 'taming and civilizing the savage'.   Huxley painted John Savage as the tragic hero of the book, who looked at this 'Brave New World' he was brought to and saw through the fake happiness that the so-called civilized folks believed in.

Even if there was any evidence pointing towards the book targeting Native Americans, which I don't believe is the case at all - Savage is merely used as an illustration of the concept that the people of Huxley's future had of themselves as civilized as opposed to the uncivilized (who in reality, could be ANY North American or European of our or Huxley's generation).  As some commenters pointed out, the book is set in England, so there are no Natives there (although in fairness I always imagined the Savage land as Arizona)

Secondly, if there was any way to show that these Savages were supposed to represent Native Americans, anyone with any reading comprehension would be able to tell that they are supposed to represent Huxley's idea of the chaotic good of love and family and emotion, as opposed to civilizations increasingly sterile meaningless existence, which is hardly unflattering.

I think Jen at Blag Hag tweeted it best:

F*** stupid oversensitive people who have no reading comprehension and ruin everyone else's education as a result

Authors Note:  Sorry to anyone who read this last night (11-17-2010) and thought it made no sense.. somehow things got borked and a paragraph that was supposed down near the bottom ended up at the top of the post.  It should make more sense now.