tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149698902024-03-23T12:09:56.808-06:00Untying the Gordian Knot...<center>Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occasional dash of wit. Very occasional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.<b><br><br>!!!WARNING - MY BLOG FREQUENTLY CONTAINS CURSING AND SEXUAL CONTENT!!!</b><BR>"Teutonic rainmakers poured water over nude girls.<br>That never did produce rain, but they clung to the ritual." - L.M. Boyd<br><br>There are two sides to every story. And both of them are mine.</center>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.comBlogger231125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-31984695613130395572008-06-14T23:21:00.002-06:002008-06-14T23:25:23.895-06:00Almost a Year since my Last ConfessionHi All. I know I've been pretty scarce over the past<br />(almost) year. Truth is, I've been ill. I don't want <br />to really get into it, but I'm ok now. So, I'm back I <br />guess. Still recovering a bit, but everything seems <br />fine. <br /><br />My mortgage company let me go without paying for eight <br />months, putting my payments on the back of their loan <br />(pretty cool of them I think), and I went completely<br />independent in my business and I managed to make enough<br />to get by.<br /><br />My son is in college now and moved to Austin to attend, <br />but he is coming to see me on Tuesday so I'm pretty ex-<br />cited about that. anyway, that's it. Just an update.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-12042822218277455532007-07-13T16:02:00.000-06:002007-07-13T16:11:44.501-06:00Sometimes I Just Can't Help MyselfAnyway, you know what they say,<br />sharing is caring.<br />Apparently, this gentleman felt<br />much the same... (shrug)<br /><br />The Nebraska Man<br /> and<br /><a href="http://www.nospank.net/n-g35.htm">His "Big Bonnet"</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-69240888031003338832007-07-10T17:02:00.000-06:002007-07-10T17:12:50.648-06:00I'm Asking for Full Disclosure HereAnd I realize that it might be somewhat uncomfortable.<br />So to get you going. Err... started, I'm posting the<br />following video:<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/player.swf" width="450" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="autostart=false&token=102_1183361748" scale="showall" name="index"></embed><br /><br />This is mostly directed at the guys, but girls can play<br />too certainly. How many of you will confess, even if <br />only anonymously, to having had some type of sexual en-<br />counter with an inanimate object not built for that pur-<br />pose?<br /><br />To be completely candid, I was once a bit taken with the<br />water tower in my home town. Nothing ever came of it <br />though, the mechanics of it being a little tricky...<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-74789126503536663112007-07-04T09:55:00.000-06:002007-07-04T10:10:03.575-06:00I REALIZEThat the Dutch are famous for their live sex shows<br />and things of that nature. (For enough money, you<br />can get that in Boystown [in Nuevo Laredo], or New<br />Orleans too... Just sayin')<br /><br />But they've sunk to an all-time low now. And I'm <br />not really blaming the Dutch. Just a certain <br />group of broadcasters. Who have come out with a <br />new reality series. I'm not joking with this.<br /><br />WHO GETS THE KIDNEY<br /><br />That's right. You, the viewer, gets to decide <br />whether Bob, Sally or Mary gets to go home with a <br />brand new organ or spend the rest of their misera-<br />bly short lives on dialysis. <br /><br />How's that for entertaining the masses? Why are <br />we bothering with this drivel anyway? Aren't there<br />any Roman Colisseums free where we can just cut to <br />the really good stuff? You know, lions and tigers<br />mauling people to death, gladiators killing each<br />other for sport on live t.v.?<br /><br />I have a question. Is the medical association so<br />loose in Holland that you can just bid an organ in<br />this manner and medical ethics there so lax that a<br />doctor would be willing to risk his license in this<br />manner?<br /><br />Even in India where the sale of organs occurs daily,<br />doctors at LEAST make a show of not participating <br />in the practice by having the donors pretend to be<br />relatives of the recipients. So how is this getting<br />through the medical board?<br /><br /><iframe src="http://us.video.aol.com/player/launcher?pmmsid=1917101&autoplay=0&ar=us_en_video_408x406_snag" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" width="408" height="408"></iframe><div style="font-size: 0.6em; font-family:tahoma;">Powered by <a href="http://video.aol.com">AOL Video</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-63562361611827290892007-07-03T11:40:00.000-06:002007-07-03T11:49:10.341-06:00Oh YesThe little Vids at the Bottom?<br /><br />I'm just randomly changing out vids<br />with new vids I find amusing/interesting<br />annoying or whatever. I chose this vid<br />for a VARIETY of reasons. I am going to<br />list them in no particular order and be-<br />fore I get the hate mail, remember, I <br />never CLAIMED to be nice, nor did I say<br />I claim not to be an asshole.<br /><br />1) I like Big Love a LOT<br />2) a WHOLE Lot. <br />3) I was wondering if ABC News would have<br />run the story if Ms. Nicholson had been less<br />say... attractive? Viewer appealing?<br />4) How far does that left tit have to stick <br />out of her shirt anyways, geez already, ABC!<br />5) This leads me to a further question. Has<br />Ms. Nicholson so embraced secular society <br />that she's gone in for a boob job? Cuz I'm <br />sorry, but if those are real I'll eat my...<br />I dunno, send in suggestions.<br />6) 'Course, I don't <em>really</em> care one way or<br />the other vis a vis the boob job/showing of <br />cleavage on national tv - just sayin'<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-30677911439344302762007-07-03T10:29:00.000-06:002007-07-03T11:36:56.160-06:00The End of The Story...Well, a lot happened in that story and most of it is<br />either too boring or too obscene to write about. Suf-<br />fice it to say that I have learned a lot about junkies <br />in the past month or two. I believe I have earned an<br />honorary Phd. I used to worry sometimes, you know, on<br />account of the little painkiller dudads I have to take <br />from time to time for my migraines and such, that per-<br />haps I myself was a junkie. A scrip junkie I think <br />they call it.<br /><br />But nah...<br /><br />I feel totally better about myself now. Because I've<br />been spending some time hanging out with some real junk-<br />ies. Stupidly, I've even tried to help two or three<br />get clean - While they cleaned me out.<br /><br />So helpfully, I've developed some criteria whereby the<br />weary traveler can measure himself and come to some con-<br />clusion about his or her status.<br />9475096<br /><br />A Junkie Has no Soul<br /><em>She sold it, along with a blow job,<br />for two dilaudids and a nickel bag.</em><br /><br />And She would kick you in the head right<br />now for the chance to do it again.<br /><br />A Junkie can pretend to care about you while <br />he's robbing you blind.<br /><br />A junkie can rape you in your sleep and con-<br />vince himself that it was just because he <br />"loved you so much."<br /><br />A Junkie can take the pain pills from cancer<br />patients and not even think twice.<br /><br />A Junkie is always selfish. <br /><br />And already very small.<br /><br /><br /><br />And to borrow a line from a songwriter friend of <br />mine in Austin, sorry Dave, but your last name <br />escapes me at the moment, I'll post it later when <br />I retrieve it:<br /><br />"I see my life in the bottom of a spoon..." <br /><em>very small</em><div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-25445193892298886402007-05-13T00:30:00.000-06:002007-05-13T00:31:16.863-06:00Reality Continued...In the Morning. The rest of the story will follow<br />when I've had some sleep.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-42239997078552352052007-05-13T00:12:00.000-06:002007-05-13T00:30:12.667-06:00Reality Continued Part FourSo at the point the Junkie Housekeeper starts to look a <br />little junked up she also stays home and stops answering <br />her phone. Wait, did I say her phone? No, I meant MY PHONE. <br />Right, because it is, after all, my phone that she is using.<br />Now it would be weird for her to be junked up because every-<br />thing I've paid her so far I have paid straight to her bills <br />and not to her, for exactly the reason that I did not want it<br />to be shot straight up her arm in the form of meth while she <br />was working for me. So... how would she get the money for <br />meth. I decided to have the new wannabe boyfriend tile guy<br />to take me to check-up on the junkie housekeeper and bring her<br />butt back to work.<br /><br />So we go over to her house and I walk in on her and damned if <br />she isn't sitting at her table with a needle jammed up her arm<br />in the company of some known junk dealers with a needle that <br />looks very much like the brand needle I use to administer pro-<br />crit jammed up her arm (*note to self, throw out all syringes <br />in the house and buy new ones before next procrit purchase just<br />in case). By candlelight mind you. Remember, she doesn't have<br />electricity. So I take a candle and ask to use her bathroom.<br />I'm in there one hell of a long time. People start asking after<br />me. I tell them I'm ill, to leave me along. Hey, it takes a <br />LONG time to search someone's closet for all of your shit by<br />candlelight. Especially when you only have one candle and wax<br />is dripping down your arm. Because I know that meth wasn't free<br />and she has to be hawking my stuff for it.<br /><br />I find a designer skirt of mine right off the bat. And tons of<br />office supplies. I call her in there to confront her privately <br />by telling her I need help. Nicely though, there are a lot of <br />dealers in the living room. One of them wants to take her with <br />them but I insist she is coming with me, propel her into the car, <br />and we leave. Me, her, and the wannabe bf tiler guy with the <br />weird propensity for giving jewelry to people he has just met.<br /><br />She yells, screams and curses the entire way about how she had <br />to wear the skirt home one night because she got something on her<br />pants and about how I had left the office supplies in an old brief-<br />case I gave her. She was high so I didn't even bother arguing that<br />clearly a girl who weighs almost 300 lbs would hardly be able to <br />fit her ass into my skirt, that she is so heavy she broke my scale<br />this past week causing at first jubilation and then annoyance when <br />I realized that no, I did not actually lose down to 110 overnight,<br />and causing my son at first horror, and then relief that no, he did <br />not actually lose down to 120 overnight. <br /><br />to be continued<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-46782339361258629832007-05-12T23:49:00.000-06:002007-05-13T00:11:40.573-06:00Reality Continued Part 3Things went swell the first day or two and the house <br />was really coming along. Order from chaos (err... ok<br />fine, squalor. shut up already). Then the weirdness<br />started to occur. The junkie housekeeper started get-<br />ting picked up to go home at night by her various <br />people and she started doing this when I was asleep.<br />And she started looking a little, well, junkie. Or <br />junked up, more to the point.<br /><br />Now. During this time, which was a space of really <br />only five or so days, I mentioned that also before<br />next Wednesday (yes, THIS NEXT Wednesday), Dylan and I<br />needed to paint and hand-install tile in his bedroom.<br /><br />She had just met, but did not know all that well, this <br />guy who might be interested in the job. I agreed to<br />give him a whirl since he wasn't a good friend of hers.<br />(i.e. might not be a drug addict - although, many of <br />her friends aren't drug addicts. They run the gamut.)<br /><br />So... the guy had an amazing breadth of knowledge on<br />tile and finishing work. He wasn't just talking shit,<br />he really knew his stuff. Also though, he seemed to <br />be very attracted to me which I didn't necessarily want<br />to encourage at that point although he wasn't all that <br />bad looking, but hey, I didn't really know the guy and<br />I wanted to get the work on my house done much more than<br />I wanted to any work done on... well, you get the point.<br /><br />Plus, the junkie housekeeper seemed like she might have <br />little crush on him, and I didn't want to fuck things <br />with her up while I really needed her to clean.<br /><br />Yeah, I'm a hopeless romantic you can tell.<br /><br />So things get a little weird when the second or third day<br />the guy knows me he gives me a couple of moderately priced<br />(not really that expensive) diamond rings he happens to <br />have hanging around from other relationships and makes me<br />promise to consider going out with him after the remodeling.<br /><br />Ok. I mean, guys are one thing, but I NEVER turn down jewel-<br />ry from anyone. It's something I live by. What do they call<br />those things? A creed or something? Nah, that's not it. Oh <br />I know. Vanity.<br /><br />to be continued<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-69678303153120741072007-05-12T23:25:00.000-06:002007-05-12T23:47:40.868-06:00Reality Continued Part 2Right. So. Against everyone's better judgement, includ-<br />ing my own, which I summarily suspended, I called "the <br />people who know" the junkie housekeeper, because after <br />three months out of my employ I found that in addition <br />to no electricity and no running water, she also had no<br />phone.<br /><br />So. Needless to say, junkie housemaid was thrilled to <br />be of service and I was crossing my fingers and hoping <br />for the best as well because I have family coming into <br />town Wednesday and as my mother keeps phoning to tell <br />me, THAT HOUSE BETTER BE PERFECT OR the rest of the <br />family will find out via other family members not men-<br />tioned in this blog and the entire family will go down<br />into the pits of hell in bad housekeeping infamy.<br /><br />Never a good thing.<br /><br />On the first day I had junkie housekeeper back in my em-<br />ploy I got an additional cell phone for her to use so <br />that I could keep in touch with her ass. At any rate,<br />when she works for me, its fairly customary for her to<br />work a lot of hours (she needs the money, obviously) <br />around the clock, sleep in the extra room, then get up <br />and keep working. She has though, a rather vexing habit,<br />which I typically ignore, of calling it "her room" and be-<br />rather more than a little territorial about it. A little <br />odd, but whatever. Or so I've <em>thought</em>. Or really, you<br />know, hadn't put much thought into the subject at all.<br /><br />to be continued<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-75229626666350944682007-05-12T23:11:00.000-06:002007-05-12T23:24:26.551-06:00Any Reality Show Investors Out There?Because I'm telling you right now, I could support an <br />entire show on my own. I Promise.<br /><br />On Thursday I found out which one of my designer blouses<br />most perfectly shows off my new set of, my new... the girls.<br /><br />What's more interesting is how that came about. For some<br />reason, call it temporary insanity, desperation, whatever,<br />I decided to let the junkie housekeeper take another run at<br />cleaning the house. It was in preparation for Dylan's up-<br />coming graduation from high school next Friday.<br /><br />I asked my friend Valerie (who used to be the junkie house-<br />keeper's supervisor before our poultry plant fired her after<br />she robbed my house and stole my car) do you think things <br />could possibly really fuck up that badly if I let Jenny clean<br />for a few days if I was there all the time?<br /><br />Valerie said, "Well, if you watched her really closely and <br />made sure she wasn't on meth, and paid her by the day I think<br />it might be ok..." Did I mention the part where I was des-<br />perate? Also, the fact that the junkie housekeeper has this<br />canny and supernatural ability to clean and organize such that<br />no other mortal has ever exhibited? Just sayin' It's not like<br />I was COMPLETELY insane, I did have my reasons...<br /><br />Dylan, of course, being more of much more sound mind was against<br />bringing her back from the start. Would that I had listened to<br />the child. <br /><br />to be continued<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-54155492624612920462007-04-22T12:24:00.001-06:002007-04-22T13:31:14.160-06:00General Annoyance & DisgustSo. I am STILL on AOL. Yes, since 1997 when I first <br />became an online user. And I am here to tell you that<br />although I PAY for my account vis a vis a $14.95 monthly<br />piggyback fee that allows me a small break for using my<br />charter account as my main vehicle for accessing the in-<br />ternet and then piggybacking my AOL onto it, I should <br />not be paying for the current level of service provided <br />by AOL. Which would be, umm... None.<br /><br />AOL has changed since they began offering their free ac-<br />counts to anyone and everyone. The service has changed.<br />It takes forever to resolve issues with them because they<br />simply no longer have the trained staffing that they used<br />to have. Or at least, that's my theory on why they are <br />doing such a terrible job.<br /><br />Point in case: On April 16th, shortly after the VA TECH<br />shootings, I was posting on AOL's Message boards. Actually,<br />I was giving news updates for students who might still be<br />stuck in their rooms unable to leave. I figured some of <br />them may not have cable, but they all have computer modems,<br />and the campus probably has a wifi system.<br /><br />People were as nasty as the people on AOL boards tend to be,<br />but pretty soon I noticed that others began to re: my posts<br />just to make sure students saw them amid the other hate-<br />filled posts which really weren't contributing very helpfully<br />to the situation. AOL's own reporting on the situation was <br />far behind the tv and radio news, so I hoped that students <br />who might be accessing message boards to get news would bene-<br />fit from the updates.<br /><br />Let me just say that whenever I visit AOL message boards, ty-<br />pically not that often if I can help it, I become ever more <br />aware that we have become a nation of idiots. People were <br />griping about not getting the names of the dead fast enough <br />from the media. I posted in response that particularly as <br />VA TECH is a TECH SCHOOL, they were likely to have a fair <br />share of students on VISAS from other countries, making noti-<br />fication of family members more difficult and time-consuming<br />and that it would be irresponsible to start naming names only<br />to have a family find out about their loved one's demise on <br />the news instead of via proper notification. <br /><br />Then a particularly nasty phenomenon, which I see often on <br />the message boards, began to reveal - posts which just basi-<br />cally slammed other races. There were apparent African-Amer-<br />icans rejoicing that it was "about time," that white students<br />became the victims of crime and virtually celebrating the <br />shooter's actions. Then there were counter bulletin board mes-<br />sages shouting racist epitaths and extremely hurtful things <br />against blacks (never-mind the fact that frequently AOL users<br />make up an "identity" and post under a false identity just to<br />incite such message board nastiness.) In other words, assuming<br />from a profile that the poster really is black just because <br />that poster SAYS he or she is African American is definitely <br />not a sure way to know what the facts are behind that poster's<br />demographic. <br /><br />We've long heard about men who post pretending to be women (and<br />possibly vice-versa), but people seldom pause to think that <br />this is not the ONLY false demographic used online. Race, age <br />and others frequently figure in, particularly when posters wish<br />to portray someone of a different race from themselves in a ne-<br />gative light.<br /><br />However, many message board posters are far to short-sighted <br />and basically, well, just too stupid understand that this oc-<br />curs. Apparently. And they get all torqued up by the posts.<br /><br />So. What I saw to be a very dangerous situation soon unfolded.<br />A few posters, claiming to be black, vilified the VA TECH stu-<br />dents with messages about how happy said posters were that they<br />had been shot. This incited quite a little online riot, during<br />which I was alarmed to see that one poster, angered over this,<br />had gone onto another's poster's profile to get their real name,<br />which was apparently present on the profile. This poster then <br />accessed the EXACT PHYSICAL ADDRESS of this poster and published<br />it ONLINE, on the message board, apparently hoping that someone<br />would take physical revenge on the poster due to what that per-<br />son had said.<br /><br />I was unable to ascertain WHICH of the "purported African Amer-<br />ican posters" this person was targeting as they did not list <br />the screenname with their post and several people had made dero-<br />gatory comments.<br /><br />But it worried me, to see an actual address posted. Here is <br />that post:<br /><br />Title of the post:<br /><strong>ok the address of one of the... </strong> <br />Mark Thread Read<br /><br /> #1 - 4/16/07 07:45 PM (Msg Id: 569889:9518)<br /><br />by: "membernamedeletedbyme" to protect the moron" <br /> <br />Overall Rating: <br /> by 1 raters<br /> <br />xxx xxx blvd apt x<br />xxx,la zipcode removed<br />someone has to be near him... a police car already <br />sits in the driveway !!!!!<br /><br />Mark Message Unread | Notify AOL<br />Reply to Message <br /><br /> end of post<br /><br />Note that the address was not blinded as I have done<br />but references an ACTUAL address in Jefferson Parish<br />Louisiana, down to the apartment number and basically<br />the post suggested that someone take a little trip <br />over to the address. I didn't think the poster was<br />hoping for a tupperware party, but rather that he was<br />suggesting (yes, I am assuming a "he," so sue me) that<br />some other AOL user nearby harm the poster he had tar-<br />geted.<br /><br />So I responded to the post that posting someone's infor-<br />mation was dangerous and should not be done, etc., and <br />that anyone acting on said information would be culpable<br />as well as the original poster giving the info. (Don't<br />any of these people watch Law & Order!? Geez.)<br /><br />Then I instant messaged the poster hoping he had just <br />made up the address. Here is THAT IM:<br /><br />Begin IM - 4/16/2007 07:10 PM<br />Syd Whoever [7:10 P.M.]: hey<br />Syd Whoever [7:10 P.M.]: is that really the address<br />of someone on the board?<br />Hopelessmoron [7:11 P.M.]: yes it is<br />Syd Whoever [7:11 P.M.]: hold old are you<br />Hopelessmoron [7:11 P.M.]: thats what it is<br />Hopelessmoron [7:11 P.M.]: y<br />Syd Whoever [7:11 P.M.]: Because I want to give you <br />the WHAT WERE YOU THINKING speech<br />Hopelessmoron [7:12 P.M.]: go ahead<br />Syd Whoever [7:12 P.M.]: and i am hoping that you <br />are just too young and stupid to think about the pos-<br />sible eventualities from doing that<br />Hopelessmoron [7:12 P.M.]: what?<br />Hopelessmoron [7:12 P.M.]: hopefully what they <br />deserve<br />Hopelessmoron [7:12 P.M.]: maybe a bullet in their<br />head?<br />Syd Whoever [7:13 P.M.]: To be killed for something<br />they said on a message board?<br />Syd Whoever [7:13 P.M.]: That's why you posted that?<br />Hopelessmoron [7:13 P.M.]: fuck off!!!!<br />Syd Whoever [7:14 P.M.]: See where I'm going with <br />this. Now I am hoping you were just too young and <br />stupid to think about that.<br />Syd Whoever [7:14 P.M.]: Also. What if you really <br />did think that.<br />Syd Whoever [7:14 P.M.]: What if a police officer <br />gets killed responding to it.<br />Syd Whoever [7:14 P.M.]: Did you think about THAT.<br />Syd Whoever [7:14 P.M.]: OR a passer by.<br />Syd Whoever [7:14 P.M.]: Or a neighbor.<br />Syd Whoever [7:16 P.M.]: As the original poster, <br />they would put you in jail<br />Syd Whoever [7:16 P.M.]: as culpable for inciting<br />the entire thing.<br />Hopelessmoron signed off at 7:18 P.M.<br /><br />Ok. so EXPLICITLY NOW this guy is telling me he posted<br />the address in the hope that this person would "get a <br />bullet in the head." Nice.<br /><br />But here's the bad part. Right, you thought that was <br />the bad part but NOOOOOOOOOOO...<br /><br />So I contact AOL's Community Action Team online. Wait.<br />FIRST, I hit the notify AOL button on the post. Because<br />obviously, they needed to remove that post with the addy<br />ASAP before some angry poster living nearby really did <br />decide to dispense what they saw as justice.<br /><br />Nothing happened. The post was not removed. So THEN I<br />went online to AOL's community action team. They ASSURED<br />me they would handle it. I was not assured. I demanded<br />a phone number for AOL's CAT. Which I received. And I<br />called it in. Then I said that I wanted to email them<br />the IM as well as the post just to ensure the safety of<br />the targeted poster. I was given an email addy for a Sup-<br />ervisor working for AOL's CAT.<br /><br />As of today, that supervisor has yet to even open my email.<br /><br />THAT'S RIGHT.<br /><br />As far as I know, the address is still up and available.<br />The user posting it remains an active account with AOL, so<br />it would appear that no action has been taken to help this<br />user targeted on AOL boards.<br /><br />On the night of the 16th, I did call Jefferson Parish, LA<br />to report this and to request notification of the user that<br />his or her address was online and to report the safety issue.<br />The response was less than enthusiastic and I was not, and am<br />not, at all certain they even notified that individual of the<br />potential danger. In fact, the dispatcher told me I should <br />contact the FBI instead of the Sherriff's Department there.<br />I asked if she really wanted to put the safety of this person<br />in the hands of an agency who would probably not look at the<br />report right away? She reluctantly agreed to take a report <br />and to see about perhaps notifying this individual. You know,<br />if a deputy had time, and IF the person happened to be home<br />when they went by. I left my number and have received nothing<br />by the way of a response. I don't know if they did anything <br />at all.<br /><br />Now, one would think that in light of the recent deaths at <br />VA TECH AOL would be pretty enthused about the possibility <br />of averting more tragedy. Apparently not.<br /><br />So this morning, I did the only thing I could think of to<br />make sure this person is safe. I emailed everything to CNN,<br />MSNBC and the FBI.<br /><br />And I'm still not very... optimistic.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-78453263773938515042007-04-15T17:55:00.000-06:002007-04-15T18:34:01.442-06:00I Have NEWSFor all those concerned about the amount of:<br /><a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/04/13/national/main2680307.shtml">Drinking & Debauchery</a><br />on local campuses in the wake of the Duke case. Or rather,<br />the NON-case. As a certain verse in Proverbs goes --<br />"There is nothing new under the sun." And there's nothing<br />new on college campuses either. I went to college, well,<br />quite some time ago and I'm amazed I didn't manage com-<br />plete ablation of my hepatic system during those years.<br /><br />And of those calling for a lower profile for college athletes,<br />or for finding that their influence is somehow more immoral,<br />drunken or depraved than the rest, I don't think so.<br /><br />I hung out with all groups in college, chameleon that I am,<br />finally settling for the alternative crowd. The Greeks were<br />too straight-laced, and many of the jocks were too stupid,<br />but I went to all of their parties and certainly, they were<br />proportionally represented at the clubs every night.<br /><br />And every night WAS party night in college, even then.<br />And a good many participated in binge drinking and drugs<br />of all variety. Our favorite hometown haunt was this<br />place named "Strutz." Sundays and Mondays were the only<br />nights it seemed relatively quiet. Tuesdays were Ladies<br />Night, Wednesdays were - I don't remember, something -<br />Thursdays were All You Can Drink, Friday's were TGIF,<br />Saturdays were just plain, Hey, we're all paying to get<br />drunk.<br /><br />I didn't attend a public high school, but rather, a small<br />very quiet and sheltered religious school. From which<br />I matriculated with all possible haste at the age of sixteen<br />or so. Nobody drank there. Or did drugs of any type.<br />I wanted to get that clean living experience behind me<br />as quickly as possible. The first time I got drunk I was<br />sixteen. I did it on purpose. I'd never been drunk before.<br />Always the researcher.<br /><br />I'd had a glass of wine here and there at Thanksgiving -<br />we weren't Baptists after all - but nobody in my family<br />(at least not the one I was raised in) has ever had any<br />issues with alcohol, nobody smokes, etc. - and alcohol<br />really wasn't a very prominent fixture around my house<br />when I was growing up. There wasn't really a judgement<br />passed on it either way.<br /><br />So I wanted to see what it was be drunk. I knew on an<br />intellectual level, of course, but I wanted to experience it<br />for myself. I had six dollars.<br /><br />An older girlfriend of mine bought me a bottle of the<br />cheapest, lousiest bourbon you will ever find. I drank it<br />with Coke. Quickly. On an empty stomach. I drank<br />six shots in thirty minutes. Then I spent the next thirty<br />puking them back up again. Hadn't counted on that.<br />Then I passed out. That was fun.<br /><br />While working on my undergraduate, I did succeed in<br />building up quite a prodigious tolerance during my atten-<br />dance, what with all the clubs and parties and spring<br />breaks over the next two or three years. Which I lost,<br />of course, upon becoming pregnant with my son. I've<br />never gotten that amazing tolerance back again because<br />I just don't drink very much except when I'm out socially<br />or on business, and even then I can only have a couple of<br />drinks because my tolerance IS so lousy now. So I suppose<br />you do tend to follow your parents patterns for the most<br />part in terms of habit and diet and the like.<br /><br />But. I do not see that there could POSSIBLY be an in-<br />crease over the amount of drugs and alcohol present on<br />campuses when I was an undergraduate and the amount<br />present now. People just like to talk about cleaning it up<br />every few years. What I really WONDER is where the<br />parents are when those college students are in high school.<br /><br />My son knows one other student in his grade who does not<br />either smoke, drink or do drugs. ONE.<br /><br />And she's the daughter of a police officer who was amazed<br />to pull my son over one night for a field sobriety test at 3am<br />after a party only to have him request a breathalizer instead.<br />He blew what may be a record 0.0. Last night, he took that<br />girl to the Senior Prom - They were beautiful.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-42337381784068063002007-04-15T09:29:00.000-06:002007-04-15T13:18:42.853-06:00Updated Rules to The Boys ClubI watched with much bemusement, note that I said "be-<br />musement," and not, "amusement," the entire Imus/Rut-<br />gers controversy play out this pay week. There is a huge<br />problem here. Some of the men in the U.S. have forgotten<br />to update their "Rules to the Boys Club." And that, my<br />friend, is a fatal mistake. And one:<br /><br /><a href="http://news.aol.com/entertainment/articles/_a/flying-solo-past-the-point-of-no-return/20070413073809990001?ncid=NWS00010000000001">That Don Imus learned Very Painfully</a><br /><br />Not that he hasn't had some practice. He's been slapped<br />on the wrist before. Warning Signs. He should have paid<br />attention. So all of you are wondering. Are there REALLY<br />a set of UPDATES to the clubhouse rules? Yes. Yes. There<br />ARE. So many of you seem to have forgotten them though<br />so I'm offering a refresher course.<br /><br />1. Referring in a derisive fashion to the race, or sexual orien-<br />tation of anyone who is not white or who does not wear a<br />chastity belt to cover their anus will destroy your career<br />forever. And ever. And ever. And ever.<br /><br />a. Unless you're a rapper. In which case, you already have<br />your own rules which I can scarcely begin to decode. Some-<br />thing about affectionately putting down other people you<br />should be building up... Whatever. Also, its commonly ac-<br />cepted that members of one race can refer to other members<br />of their race in a derogatory fashion for purposes of humor<br />(and sometimes this is quite humorous i.e. George Lopez,<br />Eddie Murphyc) or for any other reason so desired. Do not<br />try to be cool and mimic this if you are white.<br /><br /><strong>You are not cool. You will never be funny. And you</strong><br /><strong>will pro</strong><strong>bably get your ass beat and lose your career.</strong><br /><br />b. black rappers perpetuate the idea that black women like to<br />be referred to as "ho's," and other terms which I will not go in-<br />to here. If you are some race other than black, do not try to<br />use these terms just because you have seen black women buy<br />these cd's. Refer to the last two lines in a. for the consequences<br />of such behavior.<br /><br />c. There is that old adage, "No publicity is bad publicity except<br />for a live boy or a dead girl." Wealthy or famous members of<br />the boys club will be happy to know that DESPITE what is seen<br />as the progression of women's rights in the United States, you<br />can still get away with killing one if you are famous enough or<br />if you have enough money. Curiously, many rich and celebrity<br />defendents have been found guilty of raping women (think Mike<br />Tyson, and Max Factor heir Andrew Luster). Might as well kill<br />'em I guess, that seems to be a sure thing.<br /><br />Incidentally, minority members of the Boys Club will be happy<br />to know that minority member status in the Boys Club in no way<br />detracts from the Rich and Celebrity aspect of this truth. That's<br />right. Money and Fame trump race.<br /><br />*I forgot to mention. No matter how rich and famous you are.<br />You cannot kill little boys after molesting them. Hello! They're<br />boys. That is, smaller men. With all of the value our society<br />placed on men. You know, TWICE AS MUCH as women? So<br />although you can probably stay out of jail for a little molestation,<br />you're going to get the death penalty for molesting and killing a<br />little boy. It would seem that the same holds true for little girls,<br />although... there does seem to be a history of leniency in molesta-<br />tion cases as long as they aren't, you know, "harmed."<br /><br />d. When running for Gubenatorial office, it really isn't ok any-<br />more to make homey jokes to the press that compare the weath-<br />er to rape. Even in Texas.<br />Bad weather's like rape, "as long as it's inevitable, you might as<br />well lie back and enjoy it." Clayton Williams -- from the 1990<br />Texas Gubenatorial Race.<br /><br />Now some say that the real moment he lost that race is not that<br />quote, although it didn't help him out any, but when he refused<br />to shake Ann Richard's hand during one of their political debates<br />while running for office.<br /><br />*Note to Boy's Club members. People will forgive you for visit-<br />ing the "Chicken Ranch," An old-time brothel in LaGrange - re-<br />ortedly a past favorite haunt of Claytie's, but people will never<br />forgive you for failing to be a gentleman. The public hates a cad.<br />We want our men to look like heros. We really don't care if they<br />measure up. It's all about perception. And anyway, boys will be<br />boys. Yes, America does really still believe in that one.<br /><br />sighing - Clayton is a cousin of some sorts to me. And that should<br />come as no surprise to anyone.<br /><br />e. It is ok to have affairs. I know. You're shocked! Here's the deal.<br />They call them MISTRESSES! They have to be well aware of their<br />role from the get-go. Also, you have to pay. You have to make them<br />most comfortable. ESPECIALLY, after you are through with them.<br />And, to cancel all risk to yourself, you have to pass them along to<br />someone superior to yourself when you are through dallying.<br />Yes, generally there are people seen as superior to you. If you don't<br />know who they are, just ask a few female friends.<br /><br />Doing this will allow your mistress to avoid that time period of grieving<br />where ordinarily she might plot your utter demise. Actually, this is<br />best done without her knowledge. Let me restate that. Women are<br />smarter than you. Without her implicit knowledge. Invite the super-<br />ior friend over for sailing or pool or whatever it is that your boys club<br />does, with the Mistress, and let her think she's discovered him. Trust<br />me, if your other female friends think he's superior, so will she.<br /><br />Yes, this takes some humility on your part, but the girl who was once<br />your Mistress probably won't remember your name next week, and<br />therefore you have "passed on the risk." Actually, this works with<br />girlfriends also when you don't want a messy breakup. So to recap,<br />Trading a girl up because you aren't good enough for her is always a<br />good way to move on. Now the girl is grateful to you, won't remember<br />your name next week and the next gentleman has adopted the risk.<br /><br />ummm... a piece of advice. Think about your position in the world<br />and whether "trading up" is really an option for you. If you are the<br />busboy at the local diner, it will be easy. For Bill Clinton it certainly<br />wasn't.<br /><br />More next time...<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-44262577685529422392007-04-13T22:37:00.000-06:002007-04-13T22:59:25.978-06:00Make My DayDid you know?<br /><br />That Clint Eastwood ran for mayor of of Carmel California ?<br />I know. You already knew that. So did I. Everyone knows<br />that. He was sworn into office in 1986. Ok, so those of you<br />born after 1986 may not have known that. Or those you who<br />were toddling around in diapers in 1986, but anyway.<br /><br />I'll bet you didn't know this though. He made some rather<br />large changes during his tenure in Carmel. Not the least of<br />which, in my estimation, was to repeal the law that says (or<br />said) that you can't eat ice cream on the sidewalk. You have<br />to wonder what kind of nazi would pass that law in the first<br />place. Maybe it was passed back in the days when all of the<br />women wore those long ground sweeping skirts, and they<br />didn't want to have to drag them through puddles of melted<br />mint chocolate chip... <br /><br />It's kind of like the modern day equivalent of "no skateboards<br />on the sidewalk." The latest spoiler of children's fun.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-66869903935055361502007-03-18T15:10:00.000-06:002007-03-18T15:41:34.607-06:00Good OneThose who know me well know that I am nothing if not<br />even-handed. So I must give props to the shrubster<br />(or his writers), whomever, for the following quotes.<br />I have been having no small amount of fun with my<br />little GW Bush Quote re-generator. So many mala-<br />propisms, so little time...<br /><br />However, the following two quotes represent perhaps<br />the only two times that I find that Bush said something<br />that I find to be genuinely laugh out loud funny, some-<br />times even at his own expense. That is to say, he said<br />something clever. Twice.<br /><br />Oh sure, it was four years years apart and the man<br />is the leader of the greatest civilized country in the<br />world, but what do you want from him anyway?<br />Don't answer that. I don't have enough space in my<br />comment section. It was merely rhetorical in nature.<br /><br />With no further ado:<br /><br />I always jest to people, the Oval Office is the kind of<br />place where people stand outside, they're getting ready<br />to come in and tell me what for, and they walk in and<br />get overwhelmed in the atmosphere, and they say, man,<br />you're looking pretty.<br /><br />--George w. Bush Washington, DC11/04/2004<br /><br /><em>now obviously, GW heard this somewhere, or it was</em><br /><em>written for him. It doesn't fit his pattern of speech.</em><br /><em>But it's funny as hell. And even more than that, oh so </em><br /><em>true. And after having already spent four years in</em><br /><em>office, Bush must have also seen this phenomenon</em><br /><em>first-hand many many times.</em><br /><em>------------------------------------</em><br />"We just had some really good news out of Yugoslavia.<br />I'm especially pleased that Mr. Milosevic has stepped<br />down. That's one less Polyslavic name for me to remem-<br />ber."<a href="http://marsupialmusic.net/stu/2006/02/bush-quote-generator/"><br />- George W. Bush October 19, 2000 Speaking at the </a><br />Al Smith Dinner in New York.<br /><br /><em>This one is great on several levels. First, Bush got</em><br /><em>creamed during his first campaign, and rightly so, for</em><br /><em>his gross lack of knowledge about foreign affairs. So</em><br /><em>poking fun at himself in this rather good natured way</em><br /><em>is both funny and shows good humor and good sports-</em><br /><em>manship. Also, it lightens the mood and really zings</em><br /><em>Milosevic, refusing to give him ANY importance at </em><br /><em>all, and essentially, buffooning and poking fun at him.</em><br /><em>Which befits someone responsible for such genocide.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Milosevic definitely should not have been given any</em><br /><em>serious respect upon stepping down. His stepping </em><br /><em>down was merely a nicety. Like being asked if you</em><br /><em>want to tun in your resignation when you're really </em><br /><em>being fired. That is, if after your firing, you are go-</em><br /><em>ing to be imprisoned, tried for war crimes, and ex-</em><br /><em>ecuted (if your chronic illness doesn't getcha first).</em><br /><em>cide.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>So good on Bush for that quote as well. And...</em><br /><em>This may be about the most positive thing you ever</em><br /><em>hear me say about the Shrubster.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-57983802380521424672007-03-08T16:55:00.000-06:002007-03-08T17:01:03.443-06:00This Is Definitely Not a Good Exampleof one hand washing the other. <em>Yes,</em><br /><em>I'm aware that's a pejorative saying.</em><br />In fact,<br /><a href="http://news.aol.com/topnews/articles/_a/children-stranded-after-immigration-raid/20070308014909990001?ncid=NWS00010000000001">The Right Hand & The Left Hand</a>,<br /><br />They are still found on the same<br />body right?<br /><br />I'll have to finish this one later be-<br />cause I just don't have time to fully<br />respond to this ludicrous situation<br />right now.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-12381114643315134062007-03-08T01:37:00.000-06:002007-03-08T01:40:34.028-06:00News From RussiaSo I'm just wonderin'<br />You know, as I often will.<br />Wonder about things I mean.<br />Just HOW stupid you would have to be<br />to READ this news story and not know<br />that one of these two women worked for<br />the CIA? I mean, as they say on Seinfeld,<br /><a href="http://news.aol.com/topnews/articles/_a/poison-sickens-two-us-women-in-russia/20070307110609990001?cid=2359">"Not That There's Anything Wrong </a><br /> <a href="http://news.aol.com/topnews/articles/_a/poison-sickens-two-us-women-in-russia/20070307110609990001?cid=2359">With That..."<br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-51706445759479336382007-03-07T01:50:00.000-06:002007-03-07T02:02:22.549-06:00I Am TotallyWith the whole wanting a baby thing. I dont know why. Its all I<br />can do not to go up and snatch my sister's kid. I mean, he's fam-<br />ily. He even has some of my dna. I even feel a little entitled. <br />I'm sure she and her husband and the other grands would have<br />a little something to say about that though. ;)<br /><br />So. Unless I can convince someone to be a surrogate with the eggs<br />I have left, I've been thinking about signing up as a foster-adopt.<br />It seems like Dylan and I take people in anyway, we might as well<br />do it a more formal manner. Its not as though I don't know my<br />way around that system, its what I did for a living for ten years.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-77812570978112222312007-03-06T23:48:00.000-06:002007-03-06T23:51:24.153-06:00It's A Sickness Really<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBtRW3xwzZ5odDKezCrlys5sfx6So5jBcGC8p6QhShiIABi671l4OTiXCSWMBXFKRngon3sd1r3P-F60dYsUEkNY0XCdG4zuGJfGU0Ukbg6-tXib2XHhUXopqt8f23cNFB4TW/s1600-h/IMG_3728a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039055559897486322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBtRW3xwzZ5odDKezCrlys5sfx6So5jBcGC8p6QhShiIABi671l4OTiXCSWMBXFKRngon3sd1r3P-F60dYsUEkNY0XCdG4zuGJfGU0Ukbg6-tXib2XHhUXopqt8f23cNFB4TW/s400/IMG_3728a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This posting of one's relatives online. I'm going to ask the</div><div>doctor if they have a patch or something out for it soon.</div><div>I promise.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-36828783215464563192007-03-06T21:38:00.000-06:002007-03-07T22:14:15.225-06:00SQUISHY FACE<a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t289/sydala/IMG_3723.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t289/sydala/IMG_3723.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t289/sydala/IMG_3721a.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t289/sydala/IMG_3721a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v486/msmichael/IMG_3721.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Yes. THIS is the photo that will haunt him for the </div><div>REST of his life. His aunt will make certain of that </div><div>one. My nephew Roan. That is one GREAT photo!<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>My sister Michael below.<br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v486/msmichael/IMG_3719.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v486/msmichael/IMG_3719.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-81258217822791980392007-03-05T21:25:00.000-06:002007-03-06T23:08:37.698-06:00I Can't Help Myself"They're seeking chemical, biological, and nucular weapons."<a href="http://www.marsupialmusic.net/stu/2006/02/bush-quote-generator/"><br />- George W. Bush November 6, 2001 Speaking from the White</a><br /> House via satellite to Central European leaders gathered in<br />Warsaw, the President is referring to the goals of the Al-Qaida<br />terrorist group. Aired on ABC Evening News.<br /><br /><br />"It's important for us to explain to our nation that life is im-<br />portant. It's not only life of babies, but it's life of children<br />living in, you know, the dark dungeons of the Internet."<a href="http://www.marsupialmusic.net/stu/2006/02/bush-quote-generator/"><br />- George W. Bush October 24, 2000 From speech delivered </a><br />in Arlington Heights, Illinois.<br /><br />"Laura and I really don't realize how bright our children is<br />sometimes until we get an objective analysis."<a href="http://marsupialmusic.net/stu/2006/02/bush-quote-generator/"><br />- George W. Bush April 15, 2000 Comment made on </a><br />NBC's Meet the Press.<br /><br />"I did denounce it. I de --- I denounced it. I denounced the<br />interracial dating. I denounced anti-Catholic bigacy --- bigotry."<a href="http://www.marsupialmusic.net/stu/2006/02/bush-quote-generator/"><br />- George W. Bush February 25, 2000 The candidate responding</a><br />to criticism that he visited Bob Jones University.<br /><br />"You saw the president yesterday. I thought he was very forward-<br />leaning, as they say in diplomatic nuanced circles."<a href="http://marsupialmusic.net/stu/2006/02/bush-quote-generator/"><br />- George W. Bush July 23, 2001 Referring to his meeting with </a><br />President Vladimir Putin of Russia.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-55636697197706245342007-03-05T18:23:00.000-06:002007-03-05T18:24:57.125-06:00I Just Noticed...They all have such long necks.<br />I never had a chance.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Fuck you. I'm allowed to be oblique.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>It IS my name after all.</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-36333184446529021742007-03-05T13:58:00.000-06:002007-03-05T14:09:01.520-06:00I Am So Weirded OutOver these news stories about expensive dinners. So what if Kanye<br />West eats $3900 worth of Curry? I am actually surprised you can<br />fly Curry in from Wales for $3900 to tell you the truth. I would<br />have charged one hell of a lot more to go to all of that trouble. But<br />then again, I'd look a lot better carrying the Curry.<br /><br />Seriously though. Are there really so few people in the U.S. who<br />have blown a lot on dinner and some wine? Let me rephrase. Are<br />there seriously so few people in the U.S. who have gotten some guy<br />to blow that much on dinner and some wine? I KNOW I am not<br />THAT privileged. There are some people in Beverly Hills scarfing<br />down some awfully good food every night and washing it down with<br />some overpriced bottles of Opus One.<br /><br />Back to the Opus One, did you know that a blonde with big tits can<br />actually present a receipt for 12 bottles of wine that says they cost<br />$212 and are a gift from her boss at the Canadian border and pay<br />substantially less tax even though it turns out that perhaps the bot-<br />tles really ARE Opus One and the like? Nobody notices. Then again,<br />I'm not a blonde. And the Canadians are probably way too smart<br />for that. Just sayin'<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969890.post-56056144022351355522007-03-04T23:19:00.000-06:002007-03-05T08:48:48.004-06:00I Think The Time Has ComeFor me to tell all of you something. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nicolette</span> Sheridan is in<br />Desperate Need. Get it? Desperate? Ha! I amuse myself.<br />Which is such a good thing, because so few others do. At any<br />rate though, the woman is in dire need of, yes. A face lift.<br /><a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/images/downloads/800x600/dh_800x600_sheridan_02.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/images/downloads/800x600/dh_800x600_sheridan_02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />She now has that rather unfortunate California <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blonde</span></span><br />alcoholic chardonnay look going. And it is not pleasant.<br />But, you say to me - she is PLAYING a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blonde</span> chardonnay<br />alcoholic. She is probably only suffering for her work. I<br />have this to say in response. If this look is Nicolette <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">suf</span>-<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fering</span> for her work, then she makes Nicole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kidman's</span> trans-<br />formation in "The Hours" look like amateur day. I think<br />you get my point. But, you say to me, you are such a bitch!<br />Yes. So true. And a shallow one at that. Where were we?<br /><br />I first noticed the crumple about oh, ten or twelve years<br />ago. Why is this always so much more obvious in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">blondes</span>?<br />I was saddened. Yes, saddened I tell you. Because despite<br />all appearances to the contrary I am never happy about<br />the loss of beauty. Except in anyone that one of my exes<br />happens to be dating or say... married to presently. But<br />other than that I hate it when beauty fades. In anyone.<br /><br />And Nicolette <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Sheridan</span> was uncommonly beautiful. Breath-<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">takingly</span> so. She was simply a gorgeous creature in her prime.<br />And I still think with a good doc and a little conservative <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sur</span>-<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">gery</span> with some fine <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">dermabrasion</span></span> or other skin aftercare she<br />could once again be fairly wonder<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">ful</span></span> looking. Something she is<br />not pulling off well at the mo<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ment</span></span>. And yes, the above photo<br />DOES look nice. But it is oh so air brushed. I dare you to watch<br />her on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">HDTV</span></span> without cringing. Someone needs to sit her down<br />and talk to her. Do not go gently into that good night Nicolette,<br />or is it quietly? Either way, don't do it!<br /><br />Thank you, that is my vapid post of the evening.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Sex, Chicken Sales, Dating and Single Motherhood, combined with humor, sarcasm, and the occassional dash of wit. Very occassional on the wit part. Mostly you're just in for melancholy and pathos.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05744525725951517390noreply@blogger.com0