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Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Really too aggravated with life to write anything of much worth. I have, however, been easing my sorrows by screwing up the lives of my Sims.
Dramatowne is a neighborhood I created just for that - to turn the Sims' lives who live there into a sordid mess that would make any daytime TV slot happy. So far, it's been a success.
There a few families that you'll meet in Dramatowne. I'll tell you about them, since I'll likely be posting their exploits here for you to read when I'm low on content.
The Bradley Family
Dramatowne's religious right. The father is a local priest, and closet-'ho. The identical twin daughters are the perfect match of Good and Evil.
The Montalbano Family
Dramatowne's hottest single gal. Juliana Montalbano is the daughter of Dramatowne's former mayor. She's single - and loving it.
The Bordas Family
Dramatowne's unwed mother. Charlotte Bordas once hung out with her best friend and fellow party-girl, Juliana Montalbano, every night. Now she smells of spoiled baby milk rather than SinScents #7, and the only nights she's still awake at dawn are those that baby Amelia is teething.
The Strumpet Family
Dramatowne's dysfuntional nuts. Edward Strumpet met his wife in a strip club - Big Bubba's Boobie Barn to be exact. Edward still "gets around", however, and Vivian isn't the brighest Crayon in the box. Their son, Richard, appears to be turning out to be a raging queen.
The Bliss Family
Dramatowne's party girl. Mira Bliss was born for one thing - to party; and wish she could kiss girls. Even though Charlotte no longer parties with she and Juliana, it hasn't slowed the remaining two down from painting Dramatowne red. The truth is, Mira is madly in love with Juliana. She wonders if she'll ever be able to share her true feelings with Dramatowne's man-lover.
The Cheater Family
Dramatowne's lower life forms. Gerald Cheater plans to someday win back the title of Crime Boss of Dramatowne - one that was taken from his father many years ago. In the meantime, he's busy trying to raise a family with the hot bitch of a wife he won in a poker bet and their little girl. Paloma, his hot bitch of a wife, however, is busy trying to start a fling with every penis-bearing Sim in Dramatowne. The truth? She doesn't know who Michelle's father is.
That's just a few...more to come, promise. In the interim, why don't you take a minute to read the beginning saga of two Dramatowne families - the Strumpets and the Cheaters.
The very first installment of The Dramatowne Dish:
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Sorry I haven't been around much - been busy. I know, I know, same old song & dance.
I have been tinkering around on a new project, though. You all know I'm a bitch, and that I love to bash on celebrities because, well, they aren't real people. So I created this:
Ya know...just because. Check it out, enjoy, contribute, whatever.
Hope everyone had a happy Turkey-day. Gobble, gobble and all that.
Off to have my first Sunday mimosa.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Last night my best friend, Nodnarb, and I were discussing the weird quirks of the sound machine he'd gotten me for my birthday, and I introduced him to The God Warrior.
Today, these emails ensued:
Dear God Warrior:
After review of your appliance we have determined that your sound machine is indeed possessed and should be brought to the nearest church for an exorcism. Only a dark sided thing would have a volume knob with a mind of its own.
In Jesus' name, get that thing out of your house.
Dearest Summer Solstice,
Like clothes dryers, I believe you are 100% correct that my sound machine is dark-sided. Perhaps it is the work of gargoyles, but as I was falling asleep last nite, the machine turned itself down so low that you could not hear it. I turned it up a little and it sounded *normal* (not dark-sided) for the first time since the first few days I used it.
Where should I bring such an instrument of evil?
If you need to return it, you would want to go to your nearest Bed, Bath, and Beyond the Dark Side. I don't know if I still have the receipt, but I'm sure they'll do an exchange for you.
Today I found out I will not be getting my raise.
It isn't a surprise. I mean, with all the state budget cuts, I knew there was no way it would go through. It still doesn't take the sting away from doing one job (6 levels higher) and getting paid for another (the one that's 6 levels lower than what I should be).
Things like this make it even more unbearable:
I just spent 15 minutes on the phone with an otherwise intelligent individual trying to walk him through setting up a bookmark - and then placing it on his toolbar in an old version of Netscape. 15...minutes.
This phone conversation, dealing with a man who could not - could not for the life of him - figure out how to save the document he was working on:
Me: "Ok, let's just forget all that. I want you to save the file on the Desktop and with a new name."
Him: "Oh, Shanna, I just don't know. I don't get any of this."
Me: "It's ok, I'm going to walk you through it. Okay, you have the document open?"
Him: "Yeah, it's open right here in front of me."
Me: "Ok, click on File and Save as."
Him: "Ok, got it." He proceeds to start reading me everything on the screen.
Me: "Don't read it. I know what it says - ok, just listen to me. Up at the top of that save box it reads Save In - next to it is a little drop-down menu. I want you to choose "Desktop" from it. At the bottom of the little window it says File Name - I want you to type in a brand new file name there. Then I want you to hit "Save".
Him: "Uhhh...ok..um, so you want me to type the word "Desktop" next to File Name?"
But it's all good. This will give me the incentive to start concentrating on my writing, and getting my web design business off the ground - start really pushing it.
I'm still blessed. I still have a job - I have a home, all of my family, a car - my things. There's a lot of people out there have lost everything, that may never get quite back on their feet. Yes, it's rough - it's unfair - it's frustrating - but I'm still blessed. That's how you have to look at it. Right?
Friday, November 18, 2005
After hearing about the God Warrior on Trading Spouses from Amber's blog, I realized that maybe - just maybe - I need to start watching reality TV. What a freakin' hoot.
God Warrior, eh? More like Psycho Hose Beast for the Lord.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Is it just me, or do you, too, feel people are seriously insulting your intelligence when they send you crap like this?:
Don't laugh at this! Just do it!
My best friend just did this, this morning, wished for her promotion and just got a call and she got it.
Start thinking something you really really want, cause this is astounding. the person that sent this to me said their wish came true 10 mins after they read the mail so I thought what the heck.
You have just been visited by Dr.Suess's Cat in the Hat. He will grant you one wish.
Make your wish when the count down is over.
MAKE A WISH
Send this to 10 people within the hour you read this. If you do, your wish will come true! . If you don't it will become the opposite.
I mean, PLEASE!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
While it may no longer be a hot topic in the news, the nightmare is far from over for thousands of people in southeastern Louisiana.
Please don't forget about them.
The weekend was wonderful, if not a bit hectic.
Friday night we went to my friend, Lauren's, for her birthday party - and to fix their computer. Saturday we went to Baret's friend's to watch the LSU game (and though I'm not that into football, I have to admit, it was a damn good game).
Sunday we got to relax (though I spent the better part of it recovering from a hangover), and I played some major World of Warcraft. I'm all into it again - letting go of my Sims 2 obsession, which is all I've been playing for a few months. In WoW, I have an Undead Warlock, Vitoria, I'm trying to get to 20 - she's 18 now so we're almost there.
It looks as if we're going to get our hours cut at work. Apparently most state agencies are going to cut 4 hours out of every work week (they have little choice since Blanco cut $341 million from state agencies to help with the hurricane debt) - that's 8 hours a paycheck. It's going to suck ass, but what are you going to do? You just don't realize how far-reaching the effects of these hurricanes can be until something like this happens. Things in Louisiana are going to be fucked for a long time to come.
Oh, and not to be a sell-out or anything, but note the little green & white link on the bottom right there? Totally awesome and affordable jewelry - and I only posted it and joined up because, holy shit, I love the damn site and thought some of you might, too. I've spent over $100 on jewelry so far - pretty insane when you consider it's all $5.99! But I can vouch for the pieces; I love everything I've gotten - the stones are real and the jewelry is truly lovely. I've never had "nice" jewelry; just the teenish-crap I bought at stores like Claire's and Icing. So, just thought I'd share.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Oh, and to the genius that found this blog by typing is really bill gates paying money for fowarding a message into Google:
Yes, of course, he is!
You should also know that Applebee's is giving away thousands, possibly millions, of dollars to people in rural areas; George Carlin and/or Andy Rooney are the authors of every seemingly sardonic, vituperative email you've ever received; many associations donate a few cents towards a dying child for every email of theirs that you forward; and people drop like flies after viewing a doctored photo of a now-dead tourist in the Sundarbans.
I had the best birthday weekend ever. I had taken off work Friday and Monday, so it was extra long. It was such a needed break.
Saturday we had an impromptu get-together - all my friends hanging out in pajamas, snacking on junk food, ordering pizza and watching movies (we watched "Serial Mom", "Jawbreaker" and "Napoleon Dynamite" - all stuff we enjoy and had seen before). A great time was had by all.
Sunday, my actual birthday, Baret and I lounged around and I played The Sims 2 most of the day. Quite relaxing. That evening he fixed me up a lovely, candlelit dinner and then we laid out on the air mattress in the living room and watched TV whilst drinking mimosas 'til the wee morning hours. Then we woke up Monday and did the same thing until around noon.
It was exactly the kind of weekend, and birthday, that I needed. Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
I started this little q&a with myself last year on my birthday, so here we go again:
Nov. 6, 2005
Who are you?
Just a girl called Shanna, trying to make it in this crazy world.
What religion do you practice?
Shanna-ism. Self-taught and self-made, it's my own personal exploration into spirituality and my own enlightenment. It really doesn't have a name, it's just what I do.
Are you in love with yourself?
Sometimes - most of the time. I don't hate myself as I did when I was younger, and that's important.
Do you trust yourself?
Of course not; that would be silly.
Name one thing you'd like to accomplish before your next birthday.
Be published again.
Where do you hope you'll be a year from now?
Right here, just a little wiser, more mobile and a tad more sane.
What was your biggest accomplishment since your last birthday?
Deciding to get help for my mental instabilities.
End with two quotes; one that sums up last year & one that reflects your wishes for the upcoming one:
"When you respond to life, that's positive. When you react to life, that's negative." - Zig Zahar
"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself." - George Bernard Shaw
Happy Birthday to Me.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Halloween pics, as promised: (better late than never, right?)
Me & The Hawaiian Pimp
Me & My Sis, Rockin' It In Any Era
Me & My Renaissance Man
The Atheist Priest & the Wanna-be Naked Vampire
Honestly, the Last Full Family Photo Taken Since 1978
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Sisters Share Special Secrets
Tuesday evening my Mom and sister, Amber, took me out to dinner for my birthday and gave me my presents.
Mom gave me a beautiful dragonfly pin and a $100 gift certificate for amazon.com (yes, I've already used it and got some awesome books that I've wanted for oh-so long!). How can you beat a present like that?!
My totally amazing sister put together the sweetest gift for me; honestly, it's one of the most touching and thoughtful and cool gifts I've ever received. Growing up, we were close friends - as all sisters should be - and we had our things that we always did and played at together. Each of the little gifts she gave me had a huge significance.
The first one I'm a little chagrined to admit, because, well, it's weird. But her remembering it was too cool not to mention. When we were young, a faved hobby was to take the Sears and JCPenny catalogs and drop, from varying heights, red markers onto the pages - to see if we could hit the models, and then it looked like blood. Okay, I said it was weird! We joke about it these days, "Why did we do that? We were so strange." So the first gift she gave me was a JCPenny catalog with ribbon wrapped around it, and a red Sharpie attached. Too cute.
As children, we had the same coloring books and would color the same page in each of our books and make our Mom judge whose was the best. So Amb bought me coloring books, and got the same books for herself and we had a coloring contest right there in my living room (Mom judged, she won).
We played Barbies possibly more than we did anything back then, and she bought me a Barbie and an extra set of stylish clothes for her. She'd also bought herself a Barbie, and we sat right there on the floor trying on the clothes and playing Barbies! How fun!
The last gift was probably the most creative. I opened a box with a beautiful, cameo-type broach inside and a printed note. In the note, Amb was telling me a story about it being bought an at antiques shop, and the people came back looking for it...it took me 'til the second paragraph to get that she was referring to our favorite television show from back-in-the-day, Friday the 13th, The Series. It was a cute little story she'd made up, that tied in with the show. She said, "And if you want to return it," and handed me a business card. She'd made a "Curious Goods" business card complete with the actual address and telephone number of the shop from the show! It was too cool.
Seriously? I have the coolest damn sister in the world, and am blessed to have an equally cool family, all-around. Thank you, Amb, for that awesome, nostalgic trip down memory lane. Thank you, Mom, for the chance to, guiltlessly, go hog-ass-wild at amazon.com! The best present of all is having family like you guys (yes, I know how cheesy that sounds, but it's freakin' true). I love you.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
The party this past Saturday was awesome; in the way that only parties thrown by my zany, loveable family can be.
My cousin, the vampire, threatened (and begged, at one point) to get naked for everyone. My sister (a go-go girl), usually the family teetotaler, got sotted on some Southern Comfort mix and began lamenting the plight of matchmaking cows and obsessing over my "patronizing" eyes. My grandfather, resplendent in bright Hawaiian shirt and purple lei, went around telling everyone he was a "Hawaiian pimp". Baret, the smaller version of Robin Hood in his Renaissance-garb, was pulling out his long sword for everyone to admire all night long. My brother, normally the atheist, dressed as a priest and seemed a little too attached to his gold-plated crucifix prop. My Uncle Keith, aka Farmer Brown, kept mysteriously disppearing with my Aunt Lydia, aka Elsie the Cow, to "milk" her. Family friend Daryl, who didn't dress up but still looked like a cross between Danzig and Wolverine, brought over a freaky young girl (very young) who announced to my mother and grandfather how into S&M she was, and bragged about the huge hickey she'd left on Daryl's neck.
And that's just the highlights; I'll leave the rest to your imaginations.