stuffed... and Britney's gifts

A big thank you to the KimcheeGI and his lovely wife for a rib-sticking Korean meal, very interesting philosophical, political, and blog-related discussion, and warm hospitality. Today started off as a nothing-much day, then got a helluva lot better, thanks to y'all.

The "Plantinga and pluralism" post will appear BELOW this one, in the current "Plantinga and pluralism" location. Bear with me-- this might take a few hours. Meanwhile, take a stroll through my blogroll and enjoy this little piece in honor of Annika's hatred of Britney Spears and her invisible nipples.

ALL HAIL THE TWO BRIGHTEST
OF THE THOUSAND POINTS OF LIGHT

a deconstructive analysis
of Britney Spears's nipples
I will explore her
transient mammary antipodality
excellent evanescent areolae
illusory summits--
Everest through beer goggles
twin peaks, oh so deus absconditus
Jacques Derrida
that horny old whore
he wants a lick
or maybe two
but who can nibble
what isn't there?
O Britney of Mystery
smooth-breasted vixen
liberated from conventional aesthetics
by the almighty scalpel
icon of the beauty myth
art thou Athena or Cassandra?
perhaps neither:
perhaps sad Demeter
mourning the occasional disappearance
of nipple-Persephone
jiggling tumuli
giggling stimuli
--just as
cornholing a kitty (HELLO, KITTY)
is not the same as getting pussy,
a man cannot titty-fuck
That Which Is Not Truly Titty
OOOOOOOOOOO
BRING THY NIPPLES BACK TO US


And a followup haiku for Britney:

Your breasticles are
TESTICLES! That's right, they're just
one big chest-scrotum.
_