Little Red Riding Hood Song

Little Red Riding Hood – Originally by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs

Who’s that I see walking in these woods?
Why it’s Little Red Riding Hood.

Hey there Little Red Riding Hood.
You sure are lookin’ good,
You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.

Listen to me!
Little Red Riding Hood,
I don’t think little big girls should.
Go walking’ in these spooky old woods alone.

What big eyes you have,
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
So just to see that you don’t get chased,
I think I ought to walk with you for a way.
What full lips you have.
They’re sure to lure someone bad.
So until you get to Gramma’s place,
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.

I’m gonna keep my sheep suit on,
‘Til I’m sure you’ve been shown,
That I cam be trusted walkin’ with you alone. (Howl!)

Little Red Riding Hood,
I’d like to hold you if I could.
But you might think I’m a big bad wolf, so I won’t.

What a big heart I have,
The Better to love you with.
Little Red Riding Hood,
Even big bad wolves can be good.
I’ll try to keep satisfied,
Just to walk by you’re side.
Maybe you’ll see things my way,
Before we get to Gramma’s place.

Hey there Little Red Riding Hood.
You sure are lookin’ good,
You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.
Little Red Riding Hood.
You sure are lookin’ good,
You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.
Little Red Riding Hood.
You sure are lookin’ good,
You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.

Marilyn Says…

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring. – Marilyn Monroe

I’ve been going through a form of madness the past few days. About a month or so ago my MS Windows had to be killed. After disposing of the body (not all that hard when you don’t get a CD when you buy a new PC any more) I began to do it myself. Fixing the computer myself. I started with Ubuntu Linux. I will save you the process but it took a few days of installing, reinstalling, trying other versions and looking for help online. Tonight I have loaded up Xubuntu and so far it is ok. So far… Crossing my eyes, toes and fingers that I can still say that tomorrow and the next day and the week after that.

Adipositivity – Dude Week

Adipositivity –  (Twitter link).

The Adipositivity Project aims to promote size acceptance, not by listing the merits of big people, or detailing examples of excellence (these things are easily seen all around us), but rather, through a visual display of fat physicality. The sort that’s normally unseen.

The hope is to widen definitions of physical beauty. Literally.

The photographs here are close details of the fat female form, without the inclusion of faces. One reason for this is to coax observers into imagining they’re looking at the fat women in their own lives, ideally then accepting them as having aesthetic appeal which, for better or worse, often translates into more complete forms of acceptance.

The women you see in these images are educators, executives, mothers, musicians, professionals, performers, artists, activists, clerks, and writers. They are perhaps even the women you’ve clucked at on the subway, rolled your eyes at in the market, or joked about with your friends.

This is what they look like with their clothes off.

Some are showing you their bodies proudly. Others timidly. And some quite reluctantly. But they all share a determination in altering commonly accepted notions of a narrow and specific beauty ideal.

Bookmark adipositivity.com and check back often, as new photographs are added regularly(ish). And please help spread the message. The Adipositivity Project: Changing attitudes about the aesthetic validity of big women, one fat fanny at a time.

I looked at a lot of photos on the site. But, I loved this one best of them all.

The Monster Mash (Lyrics)

I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise

He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash

From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes

They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash

The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son

The scene was rockin’, all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, “The Crypt-Kicker Five”

They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash

Out from his coffin, Drac’s voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, “Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?”

It’s now the mash
It’s now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it’s a graveyard smash
It’s now the mash
It’s caught on in a flash
It’s now the mash
It’s now the monster mash

Now everything’s cool, Drac’s a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you

Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You’ll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash