Friday, February 26, 2010

A Rabbity Things™ (Re)Design

For mom's bday - Kacklin' with KaLynn:

New look!  Same great taste (in designers)!!!

Go have a looksee!  (And wish her a Happy Day of her Birfses while you're there!)

Blogging without Givahootery [Redux]

[I never thought I'd say it, but thank goodness for Google Reader.  I wrote this post eariler in the week and for whatever reason, Blogger ate it, or it commited suicide, or it is the one that shit on the floor so it's hiding under the bed - I dunno.  It vanished.  But, fortunately, Reader caches everything, so it was still over there.  Yay!  (It might behoove you too to follow yourself in Reader in the event this happens to you too.  Blogger lately has been like a crackwhore on payday...)]
Did I miss the memo somewhere stating it was National I'm a Cunt Month?  People have just been giant globs of anal leakage lately.  That 'Contact' page I have up is beginning to be more trouble than it's worth.  It's too easy for internet jackholes to leave ugly remarks anonymously.  I have been called a "bitter old lady" - which I hate to tell 'em that my titties may be detachable but this is not a King Missle ditty swingin' in the breeze, sweetcheeks.  I have been told I am going to spontaneously combust during The Rapture because of all my tattoos - and here I thought it was because I liked to drop the soap.  It's just been ongoing lately...  Don't these people have porn or Bible Study or, fuck, Yo Gabba Gabba or something???  Leave me the hell alone.

And then, I just got amused.  The last one (tonight/this morning - it's dark, I dunno) told me that if I weren't so offensive I might get more followers.  Well, it's true that having beaucoup pen pals and 70 plus comments would make me happier than a ten inch dick.  But then I realized, I don't give a damn or a fuck or a shit or a horny cross-eyed hoot.  This is my blog.  Don't yell at me because you got in trouble at work for "browsing inappropriate web content."  There's a disclaimer on the front fucking paging tellin' yo' dumb ass I say FUCK too much you giant water balloon of douche.  Here's a novel concept:  get off the fucking internet and do your job...  You festering water buffalo freak.
And for the record, I don't give a flying fuck or a rolling rimjob what you or anyone else thinks of me. You're dismissed.
~ from the movie, Gypsy 83
Rambling.  I was going somewhere with this.  Damn tangents.

Thursday, February 25, 2010


And God Damn It, too.
That is all,

Monday, February 22, 2010

My Bunny is not Evil! Damn it!

Y'all is some crazy cracked out snoofs, I tell ya!  My bunny mascot/logo/whatever is NOT evil and he's not coming to stab you with his carroty bit.  Well he might if you keep calling him mean!  Just to show you.

Do you see a resemblance here?


Who Was Kokopelli?

Get your Pretty on!

Don't miss out on this great
Spiffy Spring Special!!!

Check out Rabbity Things™ Designs for examples or CLICK HERE to contact me for more information!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Why in mad tranny hell....

...did Cher

steal Teresa's weave?

Dark Lady will fuck you up, Half Breed!!!

"Prostitution WHORE!!!"

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Damn, I'm pretty!

Miss Britches gave me this award yesterday (Fankya!) and it was a great welcome back after being down for the count for almost a week.  The rules are as such:

Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.
Copy the award and paste it to your blog.
Tell us 7 interesting facts about you.

Yeah, I know - there's another stipulation about nominating 342 other bloggers, their west-facing pets, the lampost of 4th & Aubergine, the fat lady on the bus, the Squirrel fearing prima donna from the Post Office, and any Slavic great-grandmothers with cheese farts, but that's so much to do and you are all so gob-smacking gorgeous that I couldn't decide on whom to pay it forward to.  So if you would like to play, I hereby and such and so award you Purty.  Party on, Garth!

My seven oddities are:

A Month of Me: Day 12 (The End of an Era)

Well, as of today and after just over two years and 500 + posts, Rabbity Things (as a "gossip blog") is no more.  I've been struggling with the idea of closing it down for a while now.  I just haven't had the time - or the interest - to maintain it for some time.  The market is now so over saturated with similar sites that I just don't want to deal with the competition - and I am really not interested in keeping up with it all.  When it all began the market was minimal.  I have never really been one to watch t.v. or keep up with the whozitsfucking enough to really make a success out of it.  I would force myself to watch this program or that - get bored before it was over and then by the time I actually got the post up - it was old snooze and the cycle started again.

I kept all the posts, so it will be entertaining to go back and review them after a spell.  Some may even resurface on here.  There were some great posts out that way.  But for now, I am using it as a gateway to my design work.  I will eventually get off my ass and actually build the portfolio under the domain, but this is it for the moment.  It feels strange.  I made peace with letting it go - as I have done with a few other projects this year, but there still feels a bit of a void.

I knew 2010 was to be a year of change, I just didn't realize how much - nor did I realize how much it would affect me.  Gofigger.

Stay tuned for a rockin' announcement regarding Rabbity Things™ Designs, though.  Have a couple of really great specials coming up that I think you'll be jazzed about.  AND come check out - and join us, dang it - over a Boho Bloggers.  It's really building itself in quite and amazing little artist colony!

And woo - fat fuckin - hoo!  After a week straight, the damned headache is gone!  

UPDATE: To clarify, Redhead Dancing is not going anywhere. Chaos will ensue as normal here. My other blog, Rabbity Things, is the one going away. I am not jumping ship (shark, maybe, but not ship), I am just eliminating dead weight.  Sorry for the confusion, y'all.  The redhead is still, most definitely, dancing.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Is it just me, or... there something inherently wrong with this graphic?

I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go...  But I really hope that is his other foot in the background.

Monday, February 15, 2010

The Latest from Rabbity Things™ Designs!

Check out my latest!  I really dig this one!
The look and vibe of this blog design so complement
the energy that "Mystz" puts out into the Universe.
Be sure and check out her blog, too, here.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Well Hello, Mojo! Nice to see you again.

My favouritest design!  (Yes, I know.  I say that every time - humour me.  Whatever.)

Got Art?

Introducing the (official) launch

Boho Bloggers is an artists' blogging collaborative for everyone wishing to share their creative spirit. Painters & Poets. Doodlers & Designers. Playwrights & Novelists. Jewelers & Couturiers. Dancers & Musicians. Singers & Songwriters.  Photographers & Fantasizers.  Hair Stylists & Make-Up Artists.

The list goes on and on... If it's creative, it counts.

Sell your wares. Trade your talents. Or just show the world what you've got! Anything goes.

For more information, contact me (Rabbit) here and join us in making The Universe a better place one piece of Art at a time!   Even if you are not as artistically inclined as your won't you be my neighbor, you are still more than welcome to engage in this artistic endeavour and  Follow or Subscribe To the blog - and keep up with the latest update by following us on Twitter @BohoBloggers!

(Guest posting is also available.) 

Tell your friends!  Tell your Mama!
Come join us - and GO BOHO!

A Month of Me: Day 11 (In which my mojo has died a horrible death, and I survived my agoraphobia - well, not really - and another fucking migraine.)

I was down for the count, but my SWS for this week was: Please someone, make it fucking stop.

Fuck.  What a week.  It rained non-stop here which drives me bat shit on a street rat INsane.  Living with agoraphobia, I don't usually go many places anyway.  I go to the post office and the dollar store which are within my safety zone - but if I have to cross the street to go to the market I freak the fuck out.  However, when it's raining and I can't go anywhere, I get stir crazy.  No logic.  Don't ask.  It's like telling a kid they can not do something they don't want to do anyway and suddenly they want to do it.  

Friday, it was finally nice enough to go out - and I spent ten and a half hours literally making myself sick trying to leave the house.  Panic attack.  I actually got up and got dressed.  Panic attack.  Got my bag ready.  Panic attack.  Had it all sitting here ready to go.  Panic attack.  This started at 7:30 a.m. - I still hadn't made it when Ki got home at almost 9 p.m. I just couldn't do it.  And I was a physical wreck by the time it was all said and done.

Then today, I get slammed with one of my headaches.  I am prone to Occular Migraines and they just come out of nowhere.  It begins with little white spots in your vision - like snow - and turns into TV static on the wrong channel - WITH the noise.  Eventually you can't see anything or tolerate sound, light, scent - anything.  Then there's the vomiting and the aching and all sorts of other fun stuff.  I caught this one today, fortunately, before it had a chance to get that bad but it still took me out for most of the day...  I just laid on the couch for a good chunk of the day.  And, of course, it was gorgeous outside and I missed it...  Gofigger.

And then, just for gits and shiggles, all that fabulous creative mojo from last has died has died horribly in the night with its flesh errupting in boils and is laying on the side of the road like John Bobbit's hacked off pecker... 

Friday, February 12, 2010

Music Memoirs: Top 5 on Friday

Week 230
Top 5 songs that get you through the Valentine's holiday.
Vday is one of my least favourite holidays ever.  It's such a sham.  Buy candy for and be nice to someone that the rest of the year you pretty much treat like shit?  What a crock.  
So, in light of, here are my top five Vday songs:
  1. I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett
  2. I Hate Everything About You - Ugly Kid Joe
  3. Violet - Hole
  4. I Hope You Die - Bloodhound Gang
  5. Kiss My Ass - Jackie Beat 
Love, love, love...

Thursday, February 11, 2010

It's not you. I promise. Can we still be friends?

I am not avoiding or dissing or whatever any of you.  However, if you have word verification on your comments, I will no longer be commenting.  Over the past few days I have left several comments only to have them eaten and shat like an exuberant asshole with too much Taco Bell into the great abyss of word verification blogger land.  I give up.  I am boycotting, damn it!  

Those things just irk the clotted poo right out of me.  They (Blogger's version, at least) are ineffective and unnecessary, especially if you have anonymous comments turned off.  It's redundant overkill.  And I am not doing it any more.   I left a rather lengthy and well thought out comment yesterday (even shockingly devoid of my notorious FUCKs) and it vanished.

So fuck it.  Grrrr...  So annoyed.

End of rant.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Coming Soon! Boho Bloggers by Rabbity Things™!

Coming soon to an
internet near you!

Click HERE for a preview
and for more information!

A Month of Me: Day 10 (Grab that pussy and twirl, girl!)

No, I've not abandoned my 30 day project, I promise!  It's just been nuts around here the past few days.  Two new blog design projects just from Miss Penny's blog.  And - stay tuned for it - I am starting an Artist's Blogging Collaborative called Boho Bloggers that should debut sometime this week.  Was hoping to launch it today but I don't think that's going to happen.  The idea is to create a community blog for artists of all kinds - no matter the medium - to show off, sell, and trade their works.  Will be touching base with a few of you on that here shortly.  If you'd be interested in being a part of it, give me a shout and I will get you the invite.

But anyway - more in depth days soon.  I am just trying to keep up with the whirlwind of things that are flying around like mad at the moment!  And a HUGE merci beau to all of those of you who have inquired about design work!  You're keep my mojo flowin' and my belly full!  Much appreciated!

Such an amazing song (and movie).

Lyrics | Glen Hansard - Falling Slowly lyrics
 from one of my all time favourite movies, Once.
Seek if out if you don't know it.  It is absolutely tremendous.

More random Geekery for the next time you're bumpin' uglies with Alex Trebek.

A playwright, also known as a dramatist, is a person who writes dramatic literature or drama. These works are usually written to be performed in front of a live audience by actors. They may also be closet dramas or literary works written using dramatic forms but not meant for performance.

The term is not a variant spelling of "playwrite", but something quite distinct: the word wright is an archaic English term for a craftsman or builder (as in a wheelwright or cartwright). Hence the prefix and the suffix combine to indicate someone who has wrought words, themes, and other elements into a dramatic form, someone who crafts plays. The homophone with write is in this case entirely coincidental.

Now you know.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Music Memoirs: Tuesday Tunes

Via Music Memoirs : Tuesday Tunes - Week 120
From one frozen meme mistress to you...let's do something fun.

You fill in songs that start with the first letter of this phrase.

Say it to Me - Glen Hansard
ovember Spawned a Monster - Morrissey
Fortuna - Carl Orff
hen I Needed You - Erasure

weet Emmylou - Joey & Rory
gly - Juliana Hatfield
razy - Patsy Cline
iss, The - The Cure
he Walks on Me - Hole

I have come to a decision.

[Update:  To the ever so eloquent anonymous commenters:  First of all, SUCK IT.  Secondly, if you do not speak Rabbitese and are obviously not a follower of my blog and haven't the foggiest as to the context of all things redheaded and dancing, do not try to pass judgement with your pettiness.  Those that know, smell the humour in this post like dog shit on a shoe.  Call up Vanna White's antiquated cooch and get a clue, m'dear.  And thirdly, if you are gonna be festered pecker in comments, at least have the nuts to leave a name.  The whole anonymous thing is such a fat pussy way to go.  Cheers.

And on with the show:]

Valentine's Day and it's gifts and pretentious bullshit can suck the unwiped poo from my hairy hole of bung.

It's stressin' me out, and I don't need anymore undue stress.  And it really shouldn't be about that anyway.  I am allowing it to blow up into something it's not.  It's yet another day to sell more candy and pack more weight onto our already fat asses.  It's sad, really, that it takes some bastardization of a holiday for people to be remotely nice to one another - it's worse than Commercialmas.  

So fuck you flying fat baby.  I will snatch away your quiver and bow and shove it up your pee hole.  That damned love bug better watch the fuck out, too, because I have a can of Raid and killer fuckin' aim.  And, trust, you really don't want to see my crazy ass wielding a flip-flop and screeching Iko-Iko! either.  Scary shit there.


I feel better now.

Monday, February 8, 2010

"Life is not about...

...waiting for the storm to pass. 
It's about learning to dance in the rain."


Okay my loyal Rabbiteers, feed me back on this one.  At what point do you just say fuck it?  I have been racking my brain trying to figure out something to do for a friend of mine for Valentine's Day...  My problem is not what to do (though I have not yet figured that out yet, either) but really more of a 'why bother' type issue.  Most times when I try to do something for this person, I get little to nothing from them, or a snide remark.  So, well...  Do I even make the effort or is it just a 'why bother'?  I am one of those that squees with unadulterated joy at something as simple as a box of crayons.  Woo hoo!!!  Now, mind you, I do not expect that, in the least, but a dick's drip of graciousness might not be that bad.  

It just makes me not want to even try.  I do what I can - usually in trade with others for graphics or hair-dids or the like because I haven't a real income and am more broke than an unfunny joke.  So I am limited and what little I usually CAN do takes some effort and finagling.  The last thing I managed (to do) was met with "well that's great but it doesn't pay the rent."  Well, fuck you too then.  Give it back then.  I really don't know what to do.  A part of me wants to do something - but then a part of me doesn't want to get my feelings hurt again.  Even knowing what to expect and steeling myself for it, I still get my feelings hurt.  It's just how I am.  I expect everyone else to be like me knowing full well 99% of them are unmitigated pus oozing asshole monkeys.

So, my conundrum is - do I even try?  Or do I just let them sit there sad and ignored because you know aint no one else is going to do any damned thing for them either for the holiday?  Maybe I should just do something for myself instead...  No hurt feelings there...

What would you do?  What should I do?  Ugh.  I really hate people sometimes.  So ugly.

Bless Their Hearts (Or - Dumb Ass Yankees!!!)

The New York Post.  What the fuck is "Goeux"?
Couldn't someone have verified that before it went to print?

I mean it's not like 


isn't everywhere these days...  

Lawdy Miz Clawdy & Gawd luv'em.  They tried.
What a bunch of YANKers.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

I have a theme song.

Thank you Superbowl 44!   This is the Poxy Boggards as featured in the Docker's commercial.  In light of the week I had, I thought it fitting (or not so?), all things considered and such.

Relatedly, maybe someone should buy me some of these to avoid the no pants situation - and just because I am cute and have no shame in begging!  Check out all the cool styles.  Who knew???

Great vs. Grateful

My inner geek has been rummaging again - the whole great/grateful spelling thing has been driving me bonkers.  And, actually, had one thought about it, the answer was quite simple...

Grateful is a derivative of Gratitude.  Hence the "grat..."  I.e. Full of Gratitude.  Not full of greatness.  Duh.  I'd never really considered the actually meaning of either word.  Had I, it might have been easier to figure out. Though they sound phonetically similar, they are not the same thing...

So now you know (in case you cared).  This has been a public service announcement.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Six Word Saturday

Describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words. For more information, try clicking here. Feel free to explain or not explain. Add an image, a video, a song, nothing.

My creative mojo's 
making a return!

I can't be more grateful to Penny for hiring me to revamp her blog.  It seems to have kicked in my creativity and got me out of this grouchy ass slump I have been in for the last few forevers.  And her timing couldn't have been better - I was literally down to less than a dollar to my name.  Of course, the bulk of it is already spent - but that's the way the dick dangles in today's world.  Her new blog design has generated tons of interest - an inordinate amount that really surprised me - so perhaps I can get some more work from it.

I had such fun creating her design.  She really just asked in passing, and didn't give me a whole lot to go on.  I just used her vibe and energy and ran with whatever came to mind.  Turns out she loved the spec - and, for the most part, that inital maybe became the design you now see.  Didn't have to do a whole lot of changes to the initial idea at all.  She's happy with it and I am more than thrilled.  It's one of my favourite designs of late by far.

I am working on creating a pseudo-portfolio over on Tumblr with some of my design work so that I have somewhere to refer folks to for examples of what I do.  I also ginked my own blog up a little bit - added a third column and a little marquee with the four most current blogspot designs - but it seems to have a mind of its own (the marquee, that is) and runs any which way it wants to...  Will have to look at it and see if I can't figure out that the deal is with it - but it's kind of entertaining to see what in the slappy happy wet ass it's doing now...  Yeah, I'm easily amused.

Anyway...  That's my Saturday and its words of six today.  It's been one hell of a week - for everyone it seems.  Curious to see what the rest of y'all are sixin' today.


p.s. Why is great spelled great but grateful is not spelled greatful???

Friday, February 5, 2010

A Month of Me: Day 9 (Busy work...)

No real funnery to report today.  Have been busy working on a new look for the Blog Formerly Known as The Winter of our Discontent and now known as Penny Lane.  She wanted something new and upbeat.  I think I achieved it.  She's not given the final Hoo-Hah! yet, but it is live.  Check it out and let me know what you think.  I rather like it.  It fits Penny perfectly, I think.

Went to the Post Office this morning - and while nothing happened this time AT the post office, I do have a funny for you.  I am about 70 lbs. or so underweight at this point.  Being a broke ass ho, I've not the money to buy new clothes - nor do many people make clothes for someone with a 20something inch waist and a 34-36 inch inseam...  My britches fell the fuck off as I was walking down the damned road.  Off, dude!  Around my ankles off!!!  I tripped.  I fell.  FORTUNATELY, I had my draws on underneath (which is not the norm), so all of Copperas Cove got to see my "Greetings from the Pole" snowman boxers...  Go me.

But no bitching today.  Or ranting or raving or hysteria.  Just a plain ol' boring day staying busy and hoping for more work.  It's kind of a relief actually.  I have had about enough lately...