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Friday, February 27, 2004
Now, I could care less about baseball, but I found myself, stuck in a rut of idle surfing, reading this article about the blowing up of some unlucky Cubs baseball.
As I was skimming the article, this one sentence stood out:
"I'm somewhat disappointed, it was a little anticlimactic for us," Adam Fluck said.
Excuse me...what was that Mr...Fluck?? His last name is Fluck. Omg - can you imagine the berating this man got as a kid in school? Even adults must either giggle or blush when calling out his name. Really - say it aloud. If I were stuck with a surname like that I'd have to do something midly creative with it - start a website called "Fuck Fluck" or something. Fluck. I might just have to use that in a story.
Another idle surf brought up the more interesting article about Michael Jackson-like priests. It says that 4,392 priests have been accused of sexual abuse. That's no small number. The first sentence was the most interesting:
Two church-sanctioned studies documenting sex abuse by U.S. Roman Catholic clergy say that about 4 percent of clerics have been accused of molesting minors since 1950 and blame bishops' "moral laxity" in disciplining offenders for letting the problem worsen.
I, for one, would just like to say that the problem is more the sex-is-a-sin-and-evil mindset that forces the clergy to be celibate is more to blame than "moral laxity". You see, when you have a religion that says sex is evil, and the even greater evil is to be gay and have sex, you have a lot of wanting-to-do-right-by-their-souls individuals that go into the priesthood to escape the calls of their sexual urges. What better way to fend off such devilish activities than to enter into a world of forced celibacy? So then we have human beings with natural sexual urges who, regardless of how devout they may be, need a release.
Now I'm not saying this gives them an excuse, or that their repression gives them a right to fuck with little boys. Not by any means. But perhaps the Catholic church needs to re-evaluate their viewpoints, and the lifestyle they impose on their clergy. Could this not be, quite possibly, the root of this mass sexual perversion?
In other news, I'm a happy Ebayer again. After the mess with the my-mother-sent-it-you-threatening-ebayer woman, it felt good to have an amicable, smooth transaction. I'm now the proud owner of my very own Buddy Christ. That's right, he's happy, he's scrappy, he's the son of God. And he's currently sitting atop my desk eyeing the hot High Elf figurine I got from one of the Everquest expansion packs. They made such a cute couple, I had to post them on my fotolog. This is what happens when you have a) a digital camera b) too much time on your hands and c) a few too many Michelob Ultras.
Tonight is the Rosedale Methodist's Church Annual Fish Fry - not a day late for the first Friday of Lent so that we can hit up all those non-meat-eating Catholics. Marketing is everywhere in Christianity! I'm sure you're wondering why I'm attending, and supporting, a fish fry for a Christian church when I'm, well, not. You see, this is the church of my childhood. I was baptized and confirmed here - as a young 'un I even sang in the choir. It's a very small church - super emphasis on the "very". The people here are older folks that I grew up around (a few my actual next door neighbors). Even though I no longer consider myself a worshipper of those tenements, I have a soft spot for that small, ever-struggling little church. Even though my memories of being a young Christian are not the best, my memories of that particular place are actually quite good. So I support the church - or rather, the people in it - than anything having to do with the religion. I try to go and, at least, buy a dinner or two - sometimes I actually sell tickets or go lend a hand. You don't have to believe in something to support it - in fact, it's an even better reason to do so. Love thine enemies and all that - Buddy Christ was right about that part.
At the last, I have to comment on the woman who died watching Mel Gibson's "Passion of The Christ". I mean, wow. I've heard the film is gory and excessively explicit. I kind of wondered what effect that would have on the really hardcore Jesus freaks. I'm sure your everyday Christian will simply be saddened, and deeply affected by it. But the Jesus Freaks - that's going to mortify them to the core. Obviously.
I'm really interested to see it. I know most people think I'll bash it, but I have a soft spot for 'ole Mel, so I truly intend to give it a fair viewing and open mind; just as I do for everything.
Speaking of Lent, I don't understand it at all. It really kind of weirded me out to see people coming into work Wednesday with faded, ashey crosses emblazoned on their foreheads talking about what they had to "give up" for Lent.
"So it's kind of like New Year's?" I asked someone - and only got a strange frown for an answer.
I've asked people about it before - the sacrifice of "giving up" something for a certain period of time, the cross of ashes on the forehead and the no-meat on Fridays. What in the hell does all that mean or stand for when grouped together? I've never got a clear-cut answer. I do know that Mardi Gras originated as the last big party before the seriousness of the Lent season. But my Lent-knowledge ends there. Frankly, the entire deal sounds rather Pagan-ish to me.
With that, I hope everyone has a splendid weekend!
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Not much time, just a quick Thursday thought.
According to this article the Bush administration's plan to clean up mercury pollution is too lax. A scary statistic states that, in 2000, 630,000 U.S. newborns had "unsafe" levels of mercury in their blood. Mercury, in case you didn't know, causes brain damage.
So why is it that Bush is pussy-footing around things that are vital and, obviously, very important, yet putting all of his concentration and power on things that are actually nobody's business but the people involved? That's right - gay marriages. If Bush would spend half as much time and effort on real issues as he does trying to shove his religious beliefs down everyone's throat, you might actually see some progress.
Just my two coppers.
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
So how did I celebrate Mardi Gras? I went to the movies and finally saw "Return of the King". Baret and I then went to a little mexican restaurant next door to the theatre, had two tacos, two beers, went home and passed out. It was a good day.
Today it's back to the grind. It will be strange going into work after so many days off. I start getting the new website ready today, so I'll most likely be working late. It's a huge task, and I'm still trying to come up with the best way to do it.
Not much else has been going on. I was hungover all weekend, as you know. I got screwed on Ebay - it was bound to happen eventually. I really tried to work with the person, but they were kinda nutty - taking everything personally and failing to realize this is a business transaction. Such as:
Me: I'm going to report you if you don't give me proof that you shipped my item.
Them: You're threatening me and calling me dishonest - my mother thinks so, too.
Not exactly like that, but it rounds it up nicely. Yes, she included her mother in just about every email - it was creepy. I tried to be nice and I tried to work with them, but, in the end, I had to leave negative feedback and report them. I ordered the item on Dec. 27 - you can't say I didn't give them time! Dishonesty, and especially just downright being a negative person, irks me so. The entire deal has had me so stressed out. If it were me, and an item I sent someone was supposedly "lost in the mail" - I would do everything I could to rectify it. If I couldn't, I would give them their money back - I sure as hell don't deserve that money, and it's not owed to me if I gave nothing in return. But maybe that's just me. I'll probably be posting about it more because, as I said, it's had me stressed. I hate dealing with conflict, really hate it. I just want everyone to get along.
I found a hilarious quote the other day, which really nailed it home for me on the whole violence in music, TV, games, etc. thing. Jon Stewart said:
"The song 'Cop Killer' doesn't make me want to murder a policeman anymore than Julie Andrews singing 'Climb Ev'ry Mountain' makes me want to go hiking."
I also added this Mark Twain gem to my collection:
"When you find yourself in the majority, it is time to pause and reflect."
I think I may begin starting off each post with a quote from my voluminous collection. I love sharing them.
Well, it's off to work. Pseudo-Monday for me - won't I be pleasantly surprised when Friday rolls around!
Sunday, February 22, 2004
Just thought you would like to know that I gave my presentation for the website - and he *loved* it! It goes up next week. I'm so damn excited.
So damn excited, in fact, that Baret suggested we go out Friday evening after work to celebrate. And did we celebrate. I don't know how many Cosmos we drank, but the bill was over $67 and we only ordered one $6 appetizer. We vaguely remember getting home.
I spent all of Saturday and Saturday night in bed. In fact, I never left my bed yesterday. I was hung-over for OVER 24 hours. I don't ever want to celebrate again. Let me tell ya, I'm getting old. I can't do shit like that anymore. Finally, last nite around 10pm I started to feel half-way decent (i.e. not like I was about to throw-up and then die). I was finally able to hold down a little food and I passed out exhasuted and with a backache (lying in bed all day can do that to ya). It was not at all fun. Celebrating is wrong! Don't do it, I beg of you!
I'm not feeling my best this morning either, but at least I can sit up without needing to hurl. I think that's improvement, yes?
Anyway, I'm off to eat my first full meal in two days and settle in for our usual Everquest-Sunday. Hope you all have a great one - and Happy Lundi Gras a day early!
Friday, February 20, 2004
*See added note at bottom of this post to see the mystery solved (Addendum 23 Feb 2004)
Need your input. I got this email the other day entitled "CONGRATULATIONS 2004 CHELSEA LOTTO WINNER". It read:
Chelsea Lottery Headquarters
11 Sydney Street,
London SW3 6NT
We happily announce to you the draw of the Annual International Lottery Program, held on the 31st of January 2004 in London, UK. Your e-mail address attached to ticket number:3266534 with Serial number 2004/234/72 was drawn as the lucky ticket numbers which subsequently won you the lottery in the International Internet category.
You have therefore been approved to claim a total sum of Euros1,000,000.00 (One Million Euros ) credited to file Chel/int/5536622.This is from a total cash prize of Euros10,000,000.00 (Ten Million Euros , shared amongst the first ten (10) lucky winners in this category.
Please note that your winning number falls within our representative office in London as indicated in your play coupon. In view of this, your Euros1,000,000.00 (One Million Euros) would be released to you by our security firm in The UK. Our agent will immediately commence the process to facilitate the release of your funds as soon as you contact him.
All participants were selected randomly from World Wide Web site through computer draw system and extracted from over 100,000 companies. This promotion takes place annually.
For security reasons, you are advised to keep your winning information confidential till your claim has been processed and your winning remitted to you.
Please note that there are several methods of remittance of your winnings which would be communicated to you by our agent. This is a precautionary measure to avoid double claiming and to ensure ease of collection of winnings by winners.
To file for your claim, please contact our agent:
Mr R. Steven
To avoid unnecessary delays and complications, please quote your reference
number in any correspondences with us or our designated agent. Congratulations and thank you for being part of our promotional lottery program.
Mrs Sandra Peacook.
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So I think nothing of it - just another big scam. But I'm intrigued, because I've never heard of this one. So I emailed Mr. Stevens and he responded right back saying it was, indeed, a lottery and I was a winner (sure I am) and that they needed only my name, address, phone number so that they could snail-mail me a confirmation certificate.
I searched the 'net for any Chelsea Lottery scam, but came up with nothing. I found it odd that they only wanted basic info - stuff anyone can get on anyone off of the Internet - no account passwords or numbers or info of any kind. I still didn't think it was legit, but now I wanted to get to the bottom of it. What was going on here.
My Mom & Baret suggested I just send them the basic info and see what they did. I'm not so sure. I visited the Telstra website, from which the email originated, and it is from an Australian ISP. Nothing on there about a Lottery, either. I thought about shooting them an email, since it came from one of their customers but I doubt they could prove it or deny it. Though they may ban the person for sending unsolicited spam...
So my question to you is, what do I do next? If it's some new scam, I'd like to crack it and warn others about it. My last thought is that it is legit - I never entered any kind of contest and why would a company in London want to give some chick from Louisiana, USA, money? No, I don't for a minute hold that it's real. The thing I find odd is that they answered me back - spam is usually generated from some bot, not a specific person. It'd be sweet to crack some wanna-be spamster.
* A thousand thanks to Maury (and Rose) for sending me this link - http://www.spam-site.com/spam-email.shtml. He says if you scroll down to the bottom it comments on this email.
I saw quite a few people coming here searching for it and I realize they probably wanted answers as did I. Here it is folks - a scam just like you thought it was.
You know that guy is STILL emailing me??
Have a GREAT weekend & a fuckin' SUPER MARDI GRAS everyone. I know most of you don't celebrate it, so think of me with King Cake-green envy on Monday & Tuesday when you're sitting at your desks at work and I'm sitting on a street somewhere screaming for beads and getting sloshed. Hey, that's what Mardi Gras' about - don't let anyone tell you different. So, Happy Lundi & Mardi Gras!
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Today I'm nervous. No, no - that's not positive thinking. The correct thing is to say "I'm not nervous at all", and trick my brain into really thinking I'm not. I'm trying.
Today at work I have to give a presentation to the head boss - the big cheese, the governor appointed leader over our state agency. These things normally don't make me nervous. I have no problems speaking in front of my co-workers; after working with most of them for over four years I'm fairly comfortable around them. I don't even, normally, have problems speaking with the supervisors - they have to be nice to me because I'm the one that fixes their computers. No, really, I get along with everyone at my office. But the head honcho is another story. It's not that we don't get along - in fact, he used to like me a lot. I'm a go-getter at work, and he loves that. But after I ended up on crutches (going on two years now), he didn't like me so much. Not getting over my knee surgery in a timely manner was seen as a failure in his eyes. Yet he's a tough boss - he yells at a lot, at everyone. He kind of reminds me of Rumplestillskin.
So naturally, having to give a presentation to him today has me a little on edge. If he's in a good mood, I'm in like Flynn. If he's not, no telling what could happen.
But I want this so bad - probably another reason I'm so nervous. If he likes what I show him today, an entire revamping (from scratch) of the agency's website, I will be the web designer for our office. No, I won't be getting more pay, but as with everything with this job, I'm getting what I can from it - and that looks damn good on a resume and even better on my web design portfolio. Plus, I'd enjoy it.
I honestly can't see them not liking it. The original site was done over five years ago and is in serious need of repair. Nothing is uniform about it, navigation is absolutely horrible and some pages have font sizes so small I can barely read them (and I'm the kind of person that regularly types letters in 7.5 font size!).
So please wish me luck!
Monday, February 16, 2004
This weekend I was playing a half-ass game of Taboo with my sister. The word was "Daydream" and I was trying to come up with ways to have her guess it without saying the "taboo" words.
"I do this a lot," I told her. As I opened my mouth to say another sentence, unsure if she even knew of my penchant for constant daydreaming, she says, "Bitch?"
"What?!" I asked, a bit taken aback.
She was laughing as she tried to explain her meaning, "Well, on your blogger, you know - you bitch a lot about what pisses you off..."
She's right, you know. I do bitch a lot on here. But wouldn't it be boring if I didn't? Since I've never had someone point it out to me quite like that before, I suppose I saw it otherwise. But to me, what good is a voice and a vehicle to display it (the Internet in this instance) if you don't use it? If there's something I don't like, I'm going to tell the world about it. No one may care what I have to say, but at least I've said it. I never was one for biting my tongue, though - I'm of the mindset that, in most instances, you shouldn't. But, still, good guess, Amb.
Also this weekend, I was reminded of a funny story I thought I'd share to fill up some space on this Monday post.
A few years ago, my best friend, Brandon, and I had gone to eat at a small Chinese buffet restaurant here in Baton Rouge one Saturday. It was lunchtime, and being the drinker that I am, I decided to have a cold one with my lo mein. Used to being carded because of my stature, I handed my driver's license over to the young Oriental waitress as I requested a Coors Light. She appeared then to be very confused. She took it from me, then glanced from the license in her hand and back to me with a puzzled look. Finally, with a friendly smile, she said, "Oh...., okay - you very pretty" and handed it back to me. She then walked off. I gave Brand a questioning look and he said, "I don't think she had any idea why you handed that to her."
She didn't. This woman thought I just handed her my license to show her my picture! I joked that I was going to come back in the next week and hand her a signed 8x10 headshot of myself. It's not surprising that the place is no longer in business.
Also, this article seems to point in the direction of "your supposed reasons for going to war (the "war on terrorism") seem to have BACKFIRED, Dubya". Iraq is likely now, because of the American invasion, a hotbed of terrorist activity. Way to go U.S.A. - we have one helluva administration, don't we?
With that, the bitch is out for now.
Friday, February 13, 2004
Who wrote this article? They make bedbugs sound like some sort of yummy snack food rather than an aggravating little creepy-crawly that gnaws on you while you slumber. "Bedbugs are tiny bloodsucking insects that smell like soda pop syrup and are shaped like apple seeds." Smell like soda pop syrup? I'd like to meet the person that found that one out.
"Honey, check this out - there are all kinds of little bugs in our bed."
"What are they?!"
"I don't know," she says as she bends down and sniffs one, "but they smell like soda pop syrup."
But seriously, we live in a fucked up world. We live in a world where your company tells you to delete emailed Valentine's Day e-cards because they could be potential viruses, where you get arrested for selling sex toys to married couples, where hundreds of women today are celebrating Valentine's day alone because their husband or boyfriend died in a war that was based on lies, where people believe that it is okay to disallow anyone a freedom in this country because their "God" doesn't like it - if everyone is supposed to have the same freedoms here, then why can't gay people be married? We live in a world where the "Good Samaritan" is dead - stopping to help someone in need in this day could cost you your life. It isn't safe to go somewhere without locking your car doors, and it isn't even safe to be in your home without the doors locked - even in broad daylight. We live in a world where men grab little girls right off the street a few blocks from their home, and before the sun has even set. In our world, there are metal detectors in schools and National Terror Alert charts on TV. There was a war over nothing and a man who caused the deaths of thousands one particular day in September seemingly forgotten and running free. The world we live in is a scary place.
But, it sure is an interesting place as well. What can you say about a world where Barbie & Ken break up after 43 years? Scary, I tell you.
Anyway, just a random rant - hope everyone has a good Valentine's Day weekend!
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
I'm not sure what bothers me most about Joanne Webb being arrested for selling sex toys.
1. The fact that she was arrested period.
2. The fact that, in this day and age, this Texas town is still so deeply imbedded in their uber-Christian mentality that sex toys have to be listed as novelties to be even be sold. I mean, come the fuck on.
3. That the police department in Burleson obviously has nothing better to do than set up a sting operation to nail a woman that is selling sex toys to consenting (and most likely) married adults.
4. That two churches are now forbidding Webb and her family from attending. Let's cut the holier than thou crap, okay - or we saying none of the members have ever had sex or used a sex toy?!
5. That paster Gloria Gillaspie is too dumb to realize how much of an ass she's making of herself admitting to the rest of the country that she gave counseling to women that bought vibrators - and somehow convinced them that it hurt their marriages. There are lots of problems in marriages today, and if these women honestly believe their sex toys are causing those problems...fuck, what can I say? I'm starting to get a real good consensus of the brain power of the people of Burleson, Texas.
There are so many things wrong with this entire situation that I can't even begin to list them all. Shame on Burleson and it's religious leaders for teaching these people to be ashamed of sex or their sexuality! How dare they condemn this woman who is doing something positive for people - these sex parties, where women get together to look over sex toys as they would tupperware, are often a way for women normally too embarassed to talk about sex or purchase toys to really open up around friends.
You damn sex-is-evil-and-dirty Christians! I know not all of you believe this way, I'm yelling at the ones that do. At the ones that go to churches like the ones that banned Joanne Webb and her family so her that her wicked, whorish ways could not taint their hallowed walls. At the type of people that complained enough that the police department had to arrest this woman simply so they could feel safe in their little, sexless town. Sex is beautiful - sex is fun - sex is REAL - and it ain't going nowhere. Pretending it doesn't exist and shaming people into thinking sex is dirty and sinful is wrong on so many terrible levels. Sex will always be around and, especially in today's culture, it's staring you right in the face. You're going to have to learn to live with it.
I cannot grasp how these people believe that God created something so wonderful that it creates life, a miracle that is god-like in itself, yet intended for it to be a SIN. Someone please explain that to me. On one hand, God claims he wants you to have babies and bring forth life, yet on the other, he doesn't want you having sex. Anyone else confused? God doesn't give a rat's ass if you enjoy sex; in fact, I'd bet all my money that he probably, actually hopes that you do! Because the God that created this world obviously has one helluva sense of humor and someone that deviously mirthful just has to like the idea of sex.
All I have to say is shame on you Burleson, Texas and rock on, Joanne Webb! You've got a fan here in Louisiana - fight 'em the whole damn way. It's the only way we'll ever truly free ourselves from the sexual repression that exists every day for normal men and women, and especially, for our homosexual friends. Sex is not wrong. And if it is, I don't wanna be right.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
It's wet outside - rainy as hell, and it shows no signs of letting up any time soon. I'm sure that will put a damper on all of the Mardi Gras parades going on this weekend. Or not. A little rain has never stopped any southern Louisianaians that I know from an excuse to drink and party (which is all Mardi Gras really is). Partying is taken seriously in this state - hell, we even have off work & school on Fat Tuesday itself.
I had a great weekend. A group of friends (8 of us) rented a cabin at Tickfaw State Park for the weekend and just chilled. Well, we really just drank a lot and played a lot of cards, but I consider that very relaxing. It was a kickass time, and something we plan to do again soon.
And has anyone seen the Quizno's creepy rats commercial yet? I haven't, though I've been trying to catch it since my friends were all singing parts of the song the entire weekend. Even though I haven't seen it yet, "They've got a pepper bar" in a raspy, sing-song voice repeats over and over in my head.
I had a great slap-myself-in-exasperation i.t. moment yesterday. Due to the latest influx of emailed viruses a week or so ago, our agency's data center had decided to block all attachments with certain extensions. A gentleman came into my office yesterday and said he was having trouble opening a .zip file that had been sent to him in email. I didn't know if the restriction had been removed or not, so I asked him, "Did Our-Company-Email-Virus-Protection-Program remove the file?" If it does, it tells you so not only in the Subject line but in the body of the email - hard to miss. He claimed it hadn't. I told him to forward it to me and let me have a look at it.
I wasn't, however, surprised to get an email a few minutes later with the subject line:
"Blah-Blah Reports File (OCEVPP has removed a file)"
Jeez. And these people make more than me. A lot more than me.
That's it for me - my brain is dead this week.
Friday, February 06, 2004
So, how long did you think it would be before some random greedy asshat sued because they were forced to see a booby? Frankly, I thought it would come much sooner.
To all of you lazy-ass, whiny, mother fuckers that will exploit any situation to try and bring your pathetic self a quick buck:
Nobody cares if you were offended, upset, shocked, or morally ruined. You're someday going to have to accept that some things just happen and it doesn't mean you are owed a red copper cent. People today need to take responbility for their own actions, and, also learn to "GET OVER IT". You are not entitled to money just because something upset you, and you are not entitled to money from accidents spawned of your own stupidity. If you gain too much weight because you spend your life's wages on fast food, that's no one's fault but your own. If you spill coffee on yourself it means you're clumsy, not that you should get $1.2 billion dollars because an "accident" happened. If you get fired from your job because you came to work drunk and with a loaded weapon, you have to be a complete fucking MORON to not understand why (it happened, I just can't find the news link). If you saw a tit on TV, and are so horribly mortified that you intend to sue everyone you can think of, you really need to get a life.
This woman is sueing Janet Jackson, Justin Timberlake, CBS, MTV and Viacom. Give me a fucking break. It gets better, this bright little lady thought of everything. It's kind to think of others. Not only does she want money for herself, she wants it for half of the world. This dumb bitch believes that over 80 million people who saw the boob Sunday night deserve compensation. Yes, here's a brilliant one, let's mail a check to every single person that claims they watched the Super Bowl half-time show and saw Janet's titty pop out. That's the most intelligent thing I've ever heard of - this woman must be a genius.
"The law firm handling the suit issued a statement on Friday saying that neither the woman who filed it, Terri Carlin, nor her attorney, Wayne Ritchie, would comment. "The issue here is accountability and not more publicity," it said."
Bullshit. Let me say this: Terri Carlin, you are just another assinine, whining, money-grubbing bitch with too much time on her hands. Just cashing in on the little spotlight, aren't we, dear? Mommy & Daddy would be so proud. You selfish, sue-crazy ass should be slapped.
I'd like to make a giant collage of boobs - from photos, screen stills, and mags. I'd like to post them all onto a gigantic posterboard and stick it in front of her house. Then I'd make many more smaller copies and mail her one each day. I'd also email her another copy every Sunday, just for good measure. "These are BOOBS", it would say, and then, "SUE ME". What a dumb bitch.
It's FRIDAY!! I can't tell you how excited I am about that. This weekend, Baret, myself and a gaggle of friends are going camping. "Camping" for us entails renting an 8-10 person cabin in one of Louisiana's beautiful state parks. Everyone has a certain meal they are responsible for (Baret & I have "Saturday lunch", for example) and everyone brings their own booze. It promises to be a fun time.
In other blogger-world news, one of my favorite bloggers, Dooce is officially a first-time mama. Hop on over and meet Leta Elise, one cute, froggy baby. I, as many others, have been following Dooce's pregnancy along with her as she posted about it throughout her nine months. Thanks to the Armstrong family for sharing their gestation period with us - I actually learned alot, and, if I ever end up with child myself, I now know a few things to expect. Congratulations you guys!
I've also added a new link, Daryl's This Is The Shit blog tackles very important issues, and he has a brilliant way of bringing these issues to light. It's definitely worth a read.
And, though I would like to post more, I just got a call that my darling Baret has (somehow) locked himself out of the house - whilst his car keys are securely locked in the house. So I'm off to explain that one to my boss, and go save his silly ass. If I don't come back before the day is out, have a great weekend.
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Firstly, I'd like to say a big, fat "Fuck you, you fucking fuck" to the dipshitty asshat whom I was kind enough to let out into traffic yesterday. The fuckwad was so busy talking on his cell phone that he couldn't even give me an acknowledging "thank you" wave. I hate that. It's not that I do it for the wave, or that I expect people to thank me for being courteous. Just that it's so fucking rude not to! Like they deserved to be let out, or it was my duty to do so - not that I was just being kind in the middle of rush hour traffic when they otherwise would've been sitting there for 10+ minutes (people in Baton Rouge never let you in). But that's not the all of it. I'm not insanely furious with this man b/c he didn't give me a "thank you" wave - my road rage isn't that bad. It was the fact that he was talking on his DAMN CELL PHONE - the fact that he was so busy talking on his cell phone he couldn't even pause to give a "thank you" wave, and (WORSE) he proceeded to have us merge onto the Interstate at 40 mph!! Talking, not driving. You fucking fuck.
And naturally I have to say something about the Jackson-Timberlake-Super Bowl-Boob-Thingy. Not much though, b/c it's already given them way more attention than they deserved, or probably even bargained for in the beginning. She's got a new album coming out, it was a publicity stunt, it wasn't an accident (we knew that before you 'fessed up about it, Ms. Jackson) and it was pretty fucking lame. Look, I'm not big on censorship or anything, but there is a reason basic network TV doesn't show nudity - for celebs to take their "look at me! look at me!" shock-tactics to family TV was just plain wrong. Furthermore, this night was about football and about the players that earned the right to play in the Super Bowl - an accomplishment to be proud of. It was their night - for Justin & Janet to be so selfish and turn it into their shining moment and publicity stunt bullshit was wrong. In the big scheme of things, it doesn't matter and most kids know what a booby looks like anyway. It's just the fact - celebs act like a bunch of spoiled brats, each one doing something worse than the one before to get all the attention. Perhaps if Timberlake and Jackson themselves got slapped with a hefty thousand dollar fine rather than the networks, they'd think before they pull these stupid, childish acts. There's a reason MTV exists (and we know it isn't for music), so just keep it there, ok?
Last but not least, I found out today that I am the #1 Google Search for coffee anima. Woot! I never thought I would be a top Google search for anything, so this brings me great joy - even if I'm really only the #1 search find for people that can't spell. It's good to rule something, though. Coffee anima, coffee anima, coffee anima, coffee anima. Woohoo! Though I feel sorry for all of the misguided souls who want to shoot coffee up their ass and end up just reading a lot of bitching from a foul-mouthed, fiesty Southern gal, so I have added a little link (up top on the right) to help them on their way. It's just my way of thanking them for making this a #1 Google search for
Happy hot enemas to all, and to all a good nite.