tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86604813331980410732024-03-19T04:05:30.790-05:00Redhead Dancing™The Archives: 1999 - 2010Crayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.comBlogger381125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-42617552939722002352010-04-03T10:22:00.000-05:002010-04-03T10:22:46.629-05:00Six Words Saturday<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>I think we've seen the end.</b></i></span></div><br />
<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2sIWl8XOThs&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2sIWl8XOThs&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-78873829598438794252010-04-01T13:57:00.001-05:002010-04-01T13:59:47.746-05:00To Sing with the Fat Lady<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S7TqxQJwEEI/AAAAAAAACfM/Xu3vyGNgQ20/s1600/bourne-swan-lake-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S7TqxQJwEEI/AAAAAAAACfM/Xu3vyGNgQ20/s320/bourne-swan-lake-3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>The silver Swan, who living had no Note,</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>thus sang her first and last, and sang no more:</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Farewell, all joys! O Death, come close mine eyes!</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"More Geese than Swans now live, more Fools than Wise." </b></i></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-11097695918289241612010-03-31T10:34:00.002-05:002010-04-01T14:00:08.017-05:00And a hush falls over the crowd...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S7NrU-9mwqI/AAAAAAAACec/TukAp0yY4uI/s1600/owl_icon_200x200.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S7NrU-9mwqI/AAAAAAAACec/TukAp0yY4uI/s200/owl_icon_200x200.png" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">"A wise old owl sat on an oak; </span></span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">The more he saw the less he spoke; </span></span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">The less he spoke the more he heard; </span></span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Why aren't we like that wise old bird?"</span></span></span></b></i></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-5965586821552903552010-03-29T02:34:00.001-05:002010-03-29T02:38:04.290-05:00New blog post at "Screaming at the Make-Believe"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://screamingatthemakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-did-you-survive-that.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5PZCy25KnI/AAAAAAAACVo/uyupkIGkaio/S1600-R/satmbheader.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://screamingatthemakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-did-you-survive-that.html"><i><b>"How did you survive that?"</b></i></a></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-39276268838016556142010-03-28T18:34:00.001-05:002010-03-28T18:38:17.571-05:00"Is your punch line just a joke..?"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6-M8X2lUiI/AAAAAAAACco/vopCkrfGtR0/s1600/jared-leto.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6-M8X2lUiI/AAAAAAAACco/vopCkrfGtR0/s320/jared-leto.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A week or so ago, someone asked me when my "Mother" was due. And was she having twins..? I kind of just laughed it off at first because - in regard to the person in question - She is neither my mother (she's less than ten years older than me) nor is She pregnant. However, it's an honest - and easy - mistake to make. I've seen actual pregnant women who were smaller in size, and lately, time has definitely marched on (and on) across Her face. So I just corrected them, helped them pick their jaw up off the floor, and went about it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But it has haunted me every since.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It makes me wonder how much of what we <i>think</i> we are projecting about ourselves is actually what is being perceived by the world at large. Do we care? <i>Should</i> we care? I can't fathom being that obese - being aware of it - and yet continuing to constantly shovel food into my face. It's beyond me. Not to mention revolting to watch.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>I am, however, the polar opposite. I am, at this point, so dangerously underweight that it is bordering on downright scary. There is not always a lot of food here, and when there is I usually feel like the runt of the litter fighting for scraps. Often times if I don't get to it first and either eat it all, hide it or hoard it, I don't get a whole heck of a lot. I also have a hard time watching Her eat. It's mental, I know... <a name='more'></a>But it grosses me out and completely annihilates what little appetite I usually do have. So I just don't bother. Thusly: frighteningly underweight. I could gain about 50 pounds and still be below where I should be. My teeth are horrible - beyond repair. Physically, I don't get around too well. And we won't even go into what my hair has become. So it really makes me consider: I know what I see when I look at Her. What do people see when they look upon the skeletal six-foot tall man wobbling down the side of the road? Do they see a drug addict? Do they see a man dying with each step? Each shuffle that much closer to death? Or do they see me?<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I used to be the life of the party. I used to light up a room. Sure, I was bawdy and loud and obnoxious as all matters of bedazzled hell - but I was alive. And I brought that life - and that love of life - with me where ever I went. The biggest mistake of my life - beyond the drugs - beyond Him - beyond the alcoholism - was moving to New Mexico a few years back. How was I to know then that it would kill me? It broke me. It has destroyed me and all that I was. It sucked the life force right out of me like an over zealous Shop Vac and hasn't stopped yet. I have all but withered away.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have lost my muchness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I hope against hope - even though there's not much there - that this move this summer actually happens and I can get Life back... Though I admit I have my doubts. Hard to believe when the faith is long gone. But what I do have carries me on as best it can. It's, at least, something to look forward to... Something to dream about - even if deep down I don't truly believe it will happen. I just want to live again. I just want to Be. I just want to be alive. Again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I have to wonder... What <i>do</i> people see? Is all this manifested in my appearance? Or have all those years of layers and spackle and bullshit held tight my carefully constructed facade? Are people buying it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What do you see? Or better yet, what do you sell?</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-10592647470487364162010-03-27T17:46:00.000-05:002010-03-27T17:46:00.331-05:00"Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes..."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S66KdKesttI/AAAAAAAACcY/0JR0q7dR1oo/s1600/penny.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S66KdKesttI/AAAAAAAACcY/0JR0q7dR1oo/s400/penny.png" width="366" /></a></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-28061514056817548732010-03-27T16:33:00.004-05:002010-03-28T10:46:49.768-05:00Trivial Trivia for the Twisted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S655SRdB1vI/AAAAAAAACcQ/Qa-GkQj7dnU/s1600/question_mark_3d.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S655SRdB1vI/AAAAAAAACcQ/Qa-GkQj7dnU/s200/question_mark_3d.png" width="103" /></a></div>This week went down on a donkey like a Mexican whore workin' for Pesos, so I don't feel like doing my <i><b>"This Week..."</b></i> this week. Instead you get a plethora of useless information. (Stolen from <a href="http://oholivejuice.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-it-werent-for-blogging-i-wouldnt.html?showComment=1269725020820_AIe9_BH9SXxWA-NjrpHyJxtgBvWhR6bwPALCFRBVFL6mwASxJNFTaidcy-ujWhEwiGk_XKXCBzctKI20JddyP124P8XYMi3mJjY9nDTKX3umJa7OzztvKkq2iLEH2M-Ot3RKqE1FAthH2GRpGoRSVs_u--BcVr5OdylhpVblTyclU5LmcftNwZXG5dWTggVVNZE7ygg1bFBRtHKYkPKmaZaYAoTa3CPNk8I8dPvHv_PuK8g8XwA69DByuwb7xR3grrbuc80sXxIk#c309347095640860228">Gina</a> stolen from Vencora.)<br />
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<b>1. Never in my life have I been:</b> an Oompa Loompa, professionally.<br />
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<b>2. The one person who can drive me nuts is: </b>damn near everyone.<br />
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<b>3. High school: </b> In school, I was usually high.<br />
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<b>4. When I’m nervous: </b>I laugh inappropriately.<br />
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<b>5. The last song I listened to was:</b> "You Belong to Me" by Taylor Swift.<br />
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<b>6. If I were to get married right now my best man/maid of honor: </b> would be looking at me like I had lost my God damned mind. But at least my gown is cute.<br />
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<b>7. My hair is:</b> a freak of nature. <br />
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<b>8. When I was 5: </b>I was a boy. <br />
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<b>9. Last Christmas: </b>I gave you my heart. But the very next day, you gave it away.<br />
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<b>10. I should be..: </b>Shouldn't we all?<br />
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<b>11. When I look down I see:</b> all that lies below me.<br />
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<b>12. The happiest recent event was:</b> winning a new fountain pen and a squirt load of ink for it.<br />
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13. If I were a character on 'Friends' I would be:</b> in jail for stabbing Ross and Rachel in the face with a butter knife.<br />
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14. By this time next year: </b>I will have ceased to exist as everyone now knows me<b>.</b><br />
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<b>15. My current gripe is:</b> dumbfuckery - in general.<br />
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<b>16. I have a hard time understanding: </b><strike>90% of Americans</strike> people who don't speak English. <br />
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<b>17. There’s this girl I know that:</b> smells like a dude. A big dude. That doesn't wash his balls.<br />
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<b>18. If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be:</b> the crazy man on the bus.<br />
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19. Take my advice:</b> Wear sunscreen.<br />
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20. The thing I want to buy: </b>isn't for sale.<b> </b><br />
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<b>21. If you visited the place I was born: </b>you might be ill.<br />
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22. I plan to visit:</b> the <i>other</i> side of the Looking Glass.<br />
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23. If you spent the night at my house:</b> I would know you'd lost your damned mind.<br />
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24. I’d stop my wedding if:</b> I was getting married.<br />
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25. The world could do without:</b> giant bubbles of poo in Indiana. <br />
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<b>26. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than:</b> change a diaper. Just sit in it, kid.<br />
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<b>27. Most recent thing I’ve bought myself:</b> glasses that make me look like Buddy Holly buttfucked an owl and barfed up a male version of Trelawny.<br />
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<b>28. Most recent thing someone else bought me:</b> chocolate.<br />
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<b>29. My favorite blonde is:</b> myself. <i>Like... OMG. Duh.</i><br />
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<b>30. My favorite brunette is:</b> now blonde.<br />
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<b>31. My favorite red head is: </b>learning to dance again. <br />
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<b>32. My middle name is:</b> between my first name and last name.<br />
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<b>33. In the morning I:</b> could be considered homicidal.<br />
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<b>34. The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: </b>people. Fly away.<br />
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<b>35. Once, at a bar: </b>- and then twice. And probably a third time.<br />
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<b>36. Last night I was:</b> drew a cartoon of my friend Penny Lane rockin' out on the guitar.<br />
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<b>37. There’s this guy I know who:</b> smells better than this girl I know. He washes his nuts. <br />
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<b>38. If I was an animal I’d be: </b>a little less human. <br />
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<b>39. A better name for me would be: </b>Whutdefuk.<br />
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40. Tomorrow I am:</b> one day closer to home.<br />
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<b>41. Tonight I am: </b>not going to kick any old women or steal their walkers. <br />
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<b>42. My birthday is:</b> annual.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-39662805061005244672010-03-27T16:02:00.001-05:002010-03-27T16:03:48.473-05:00Six Words Saturday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S65yNGYU7AI/AAAAAAAACcA/Rsy2mkVpDOk/s1600/scared-child.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S65yNGYU7AI/AAAAAAAACcA/Rsy2mkVpDOk/s200/scared-child.jpg" width="198" /></a></div>Someone asked me this week: <i>"How do you forgive that? How did you survive that?"</i><br />
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So today's six words are:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Didn't know I had a choice...</b></i></span><br />
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What are your six words this week? Head over to <b><a href="http://www.showmyface.com/2010/03/six-word-saturday_27.html">Cate's place</a></b> to participate.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-84675128916349049432010-03-26T08:32:00.001-05:002010-03-26T08:33:26.862-05:00Here... Take my words.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6y2RnAkyZI/AAAAAAAACb4/XSLiAB3BSmQ/s1600/pileofoldletters.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6y2RnAkyZI/AAAAAAAACb4/XSLiAB3BSmQ/s320/pileofoldletters.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You'll be seeing a marked decrease in posts here at <i>Redhead Dancing</i> - and online in general - in the weeks and months to come. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Those of you that I speak with on a regular basis - either via the blog or email, please send me your mailing address so that I might write you and keep in touch.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would hate to lose contact with many, many of you. You can send it either via the contact page link at the top of the page or email it to me <a href="mailto:rabbit@rabbitythings.com"><b>here.</b></a></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-4518191534649419822010-03-24T12:36:00.000-05:002010-03-24T12:36:06.365-05:00SurfacingHey y'all.<br />
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Thanks for all the emails and messages. I've been super sick (yes, again), but am still around. Will answer emails and such soon - just don't have it in me to get to everyone just now.<br />
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- R.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-31896429953108198962010-03-20T12:53:00.000-05:002010-03-20T12:53:02.581-05:00Six Words Saturday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6ULZE7YTCI/AAAAAAAACbw/8uoKu46BvUw/s1600-h/up_slide_show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6ULZE7YTCI/AAAAAAAACbw/8uoKu46BvUw/s320/up_slide_show.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I'm ready for things to improve.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wanna play? Head over to <b><a href="http://www.showmyface.com/2010/03/six-word-saturday_20.html">Cate's place</a></b>.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-788078026902969912010-03-19T14:29:00.001-05:002010-03-19T14:29:41.043-05:00This Week...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6PPhwBhuKI/AAAAAAAACbg/4U3mS-zwne4/s1600-h/___the_splitting_headache____by_Teophoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6PPhwBhuKI/AAAAAAAACbg/4U3mS-zwne4/s320/___the_splitting_headache____by_Teophoto.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>This week I have had a headache for seven days straight. I can't make it stop. It won't go away. I really just want to lay down and die at this point.</li>
<li>This week Boho closed it's doors. </li>
<li>This week I just don't have it in me.</li>
<li>This week I can't seem to quit crying.</li>
<li>This week, try as I might, I am having a hard time finding the positive. </li>
<li>This week is one week closer to going home. </li>
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<i>Mardi Gras is not a parade. Mardi Gras is not girls flashing on French Quarter balconies. Mardi Gras is not an alcoholic binge. </i> <br />
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<i>Mardi Gras is bars and restaurants changing out all the CD's in their jukeboxes to Professor Longhair and the Neville Brothers, and it is annual front-porch crawfish boils hours before the parades so your stomach and attitude reach a state of grace, and it is returning to the same street corner, year after year, and standing next to the same people, year after year--people whose names you may or may not even know but you've watched their kids grow up in this public tableau and when they're not there, you wonder: Where are those guys this year? </i> <br />
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<i>It is dressing your dog in a stupid costume and cheering when the marching bands go crazy and clapping and saluting the military bands when they crisply snap to. </i> <br />
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<i>Now that part, more than ever. </i> <br />
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<i>It's mad piano professors converging on our city from all over the world and banging the 88's until dawn and laughing at the hairy-shouldered men in dresses too tight and stalking the Indians under Claiborne overpass and thrilling the years you find them and lamenting the years you don't and promising yourself you will next year. </i> <br />
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<i>It's wearing frightful color combination in public and rolling your eyes at the guy in your office who--like clockwork, year after year--denies that he got the baby in the king cake and now someone else has to pony up the ten bucks for the next one. </i> <br />
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<i>Mardi Gras is the love of life. It is the harmonic convergence of our food, our music, our creativity, our eccentricity, our neighborhoods, and our joy of living. All at once." </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>-Chris Rose, Times Picayune</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you don't know Chris Rose, <a href="http://www.nola.com/rose/"><b>seek him out</b></a>. He is by far one of the best journalists <i>ever</i>. (Even if I am a little biased.)<i><br />
</i></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-64261036794885649662010-03-17T15:29:00.001-05:002010-03-18T12:33:36.503-05:00TRANSform Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6E7Z9irfQI/AAAAAAAACbA/pbHmSYFhxnQ/s1600-h/TRANSFORM%20ME%20PIC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6E7Z9irfQI/AAAAAAAACbA/pbHmSYFhxnQ/s320/TRANSFORM%20ME%20PIC.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Who knew VH1 would end up being one of the more progressive channels out there? I'd been seeing commercials for their new make-over show <i><b>Transform Me</b></i> - but really didn't give it much thought. I mean, really who needs to see yet another Lemony Snickety Unfortunate Event get a little less ugly than they were 30 minutes ago. Yawn. But, last night it was coming on after RuPaul's Drag Race and I didn't know where the remote was, so... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And I was actually rather impressed. The make-over gurus on this one are trannies. I think it's quite brilliant. Who better to tell the fat girl that got hit in the face with the dodge ball how to get fierce than the gay boy who got hit in the face with the dodge ball and got fierce. It's a cool concept. Last night's show wasn't earth shattering but they took the formerly fat but still ugly girl who was going out for a "girl's night" with her equally fat and/or ugly friends and made her into something a little less publicly frightening. At least children were not running and screaming in abject terror anymore... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I like the concept. Having been a drag queen for a great many years I know the effort involved - a concept that a LOT of women take for granted. And who better than to relate to someone going through a life changing transformation than a tranny? Kudos to the legendary Laverne Cox (show's creator and main tran) for cooking this one up.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Full episode after the cut - lemme know what you think.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." flashvars="configParams=id%3D1633755%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideolist%3Avh1.com%3A1633755" height="319" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:videolist:vh1.com:1633755" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512"></embed></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/%20" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; padding: 0px 4px 0px 10px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">VH1 TV Shows</a> | <a href="http://www.vh1.com/video/music.jhtml" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; padding: 0px 4px 0px 10px;" target="_blank">Music Videos </a> | <a href="http://www.vh1.com/photos/%20" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; padding: 0px 4px 0px 10px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Celebrity Photos</a> | <a href="http://www.vh1.com/news/" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; padding: 0px 4px 0px 10px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">News & Gossip</a></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-67648290335329440282010-03-17T09:30:00.000-05:002010-03-17T09:30:43.962-05:00Come to my Window<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6DmniiP4sI/AAAAAAAACa4/j9dY6HyK0Lk/s1600-h/bewitched102-205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S6DmniiP4sI/AAAAAAAACa4/j9dY6HyK0Lk/s320/bewitched102-205.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tracie over at <a href="http://stirfryawesomeness.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-my-husband-but.html">Stir-Fry Awesomeness</a> has given me a great idea for a new (series of) post(s) with her latest today. I have lived in some places - lemme tell you. From the last stop on the 6 in the Bronx, to a closet sized flat in The Village... From the Faubourg Marigny (just this side of the 9th Ward) in New Orleans to the ghettos of Stockton, California. Crack hotels. Laundry Mats. All the way to Speegleville, Texas. (Yee haw!) And back... The list goes on...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gurrls (and that one dude over there with his hand down his pants - yeah, I know I'm cute, but stop that - it's creepy) I have seen some SHIT. Literally. Most recently at my last apartment complex I went outside to water my plants and there was a very naked crackbaby squatted down taking a dump on the sidewalk. Typical of me, my immediate and unthought out response was:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>"Oh HELL no. You better pick that shit up and go take it to yo' mama." </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Did.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another favourite was the time I heard a big mess of ruckus outside the door and peeked out all Gladys Kravitzy to see two big ol' ghetto gurls goin' at it by the trash can. One looked straight up out the Amazon - the other a much shorter and much, much rounder version with a big ol' fall o' fake hurh - not even the good fake shit either - the fake shit you get at the supa'markit out the bargain bin. Amazoniqua then proceeded to gank Rotunda's weave up offa her head and starts to whoop her ass with her own yaki. Rotunda - trying to defend herself grabs the trashcan lid and is now using it as a shield like the Spartan 300 (or maybe that was just how much she weighed) and Amazoniqua is STILL spankin' the hell out of her OVER the top of the shield. It was a mother fuckin' riot and a half.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You can't begin to imagine the shit I have seen. Sometimes I have wondered if I really did fall through The Looking Glass and ended up in What-the-Fuck-Land. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Stay tuned. There's much, much more to come.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-25114784054337577402010-03-16T10:33:00.003-05:002010-03-17T11:08:28.530-05:00Anacronyms & Abbreviations in Rabbitese<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5-kgD3IJ4I/AAAAAAAACac/eLV1TfZpoJs/s1600-h/scrabble+tiles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5-kgD3IJ4I/AAAAAAAACac/eLV1TfZpoJs/s200/scrabble+tiles.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Granted, it's no secret that my brain does not quite work like that of everyone else. But sometimes I even have to sit back at my own whackadooery and say "WTF?" Mom blogged recently pondering the psychic abilities of her DHL delivery dude and it got me wondering what DHL stands for. (No, I still don't know. I got distracted and forgot to look it up.) Anacronyms and abbreviations and I are old friends. I get lost for hours making up words to go with said letters. License plates? Forget it. I'm done. If you are over there torturing me by making me ride in a car and yapping ninety-to-nothing and get no response - I am probably creating PSU 937 into <b>Please Shut Up for the 937th time!!!</b> (And drive, damn it.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway - rambling - DHL. It began as driver/delivery related. That didn't work. I am pretty sure <b>Driving Hookers Left</b> is NOT what that stands for. That was about the extent of driving references...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then we had <b>Donking Hot Latinos</b>... Probably not.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Dumb Horny Lesbians? Dick Hard Lately???</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And then, out of the blue I shouted - literally - <i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>DON'T HURT LEON!!</b><b>!</b></span></i> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">No, I don't know who the fuck Leon is, either. But, apparently, The Universe thinks it is pretty important seeing as I am blurting it out at the top of my lungs to absolutely no one. It's a good thing I don't have a cat - it would be hanging from the ceiling with a nervous disorder by now (or trying to kill me in my sleep, they do that you know).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So... What do YOU think DHL stands for (in Rabbitese, of course)? No looking it up. I no longer really give two shakes of turdy drawers what it actually means. What can you come up with?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And just for gits and shiggles, how many of you actually know what URL stands for???<br />
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<b>[UPDATE: rotacoL ecruoseR mrofinU :LRU | )sserpxE ediwdlroW LHD fo srednuof( nnyL dna molblliH ,yeslaD :LHD ]</b> </div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-42278702092271508052010-03-15T10:43:00.002-05:002010-07-06T09:29:42.227-05:00Per Request: Coloured HootsSeveral of y'all have asked if I could make you a <i>No Hoots</i> button in different colours (which I haven't done yet, sorry!) - so I just decided to make the basics and y'all can pick and choose which suits your blog.<br />
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<li>This week I have not allowed myself to cry... Yet.</li>
<li>This week I had to say good-bye to not one - but two - amazing human beings whose lives ended far too soon.</li>
<li>This week I got new shoes.</li>
<li>This week I made a new friend <a href="http://thebrookwouldhavenomusic.blogspot.com/">who astounds me with her candor</a>.</li>
<li>This week had made me reevaluate my career path.</li>
<li>This week has made me realize that the ugly people - like TC - really do seem to get rewarded more than the others. Nice guys DO, in fact, finish last.</li>
<li>This week Spring finally arrived in Texas. </li>
<li>This week I let <a href="http://screamingatthemakebelieve.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-love.html">Him</a> go. For good.</li>
<li>This week saw <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/group.php?gid=345989199139&ref=mf">Boho grow exponentially</a> - and is showing great promise.</li>
<li>This week I offended a lot of people in my inability to deal with shit.</li>
<li>This week is one more closer to <a href="http://www.neworleansonline.com/">going home</a>. </li>
<li>This week I need simplicity (hence the new look of the blog). </li>
</ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite it all, this week has me hopeful that next week will be better.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-22486834909222441902010-03-12T09:04:00.001-06:002010-03-12T09:06:49.425-06:00Are you there, Gawd?<div style="text-align: center;">It's me! <i>Margaret!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Hello? </i> That bitch hung up on me!!!<br />
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<a href="http://bit.ly/9PSbQX"><b>Check out the new video for "Telephone" here! </b></a></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-39975430655561468832010-03-10T08:52:00.002-06:002010-03-10T17:51:36.576-06:00I love my job.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5exZ5osyFI/AAAAAAAACXk/XX796QT3k28/s1600-h/garbage+can.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5exZ5osyFI/AAAAAAAACXk/XX796QT3k28/s320/garbage+can.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you need me, look for the bunny in the padded room, swinging from the rafters and yodeling about Square One, hex codes and fonts. Please send Pop Tarts, Kool-Aid, Porn, and Jelly Beans. No visitors please.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Thanks.</i></b></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-53913554773491919302010-03-09T16:23:00.002-06:002010-11-16T11:11:25.769-06:00Whooo Bitch! You betta' Beat that Mug!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5bJsxbwC7I/AAAAAAAACW8/oh7DmuQf7Tk/s1600-h/Micaela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5bJsxbwC7I/AAAAAAAACW8/oh7DmuQf7Tk/s320/Micaela.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Whoa Nellie! 'Fore you go all dog slappin' crazy on your coffee cup, lemme tell ya sumthin'. "Beating your mug" does not mean assaulting yo' dishery. No, not at all. Picture an ol' South'n gal puttin' her face on. 'Member Coty Loose Powder with the big poof? Beatin' your mug if slappin' some unscary on your face.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have a dear friend with whom I have been talkin' that has decided to become a Queen. Yes, Dazey Mayhem has spawned another one. Lawd he'p us. (You know I love you, Boo.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, she was askin' me for tips and tricks to uncover her girl the other day and asked me to write all this shit down. Now my lazy ass will blog it, but I aint writing a how-to-be-a-ho list for this trick. So you all win. Having been a make-up artist off and on for years now, I know lotsa shit.</div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Though I love me some Smashbox Primer - you can get the same stuff at Woolworth's for about six bucks. It's Vagisil Anti-Chafing Gel. NO! Not cooter creme! Put that down. The stuff made for when your chub rubs together and gives you the diaper rash of an unloved baby. That stuff. Read the box. Aint got nuthin' to do with your cho-cha. Chafing gel. Trust. Your makeup will never look better. Put it on after moisturizer and before your spackle.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Speaking of spackle, Liquid Foundation is NOT lotion, dude. Chill the fuck out. The more you smear on the worse you look. Put a blob of it on the back of your hand and use a makeup sponge to stipple (blot) it on. Don't smear it on. Blotting it on you get better coverage and no streaks. Putting it on your hand warms it up a bit, too, for better application. You'll use a snotload less too - and end up with a more even complexion that looks as natural as painting ass coloured goo on your face can get.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Take all those fuckin' sponge applicator things that come with your makeup - pee on them and burn them. They are evil. Go spend the buck fitty for some brushes. You will NEVER get a decent application from those satantic sponge things. Ever.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">For liquid to powder foundations, apply them with a brush. Find a rather dense, short bristled brush and blend it on with the brush. It doesn't clump up, streak and setttle in all the wrinkles between botox treatments. You'll trip over how much better it goes on - and again - covers when you are not treating your face like busted ass drywall and sloppin' it on with a trowel.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Baby Formula Orajel Gel is THE BEST goop for tweezing eyebrows. Put it on and let it sit for a minute or so before tweezing or waxing. It's awesome. Do NOT use ice. Ice shrinks everything up and it actually makes it hurt worse when you stop ripping your fur out. </li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">What else, Preparation H is great for under eye poofiness and bags. It's not eternal - but it's great for a night out.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Eyeshadow applied with a wet brush makes the best eyeliner ever. It doesn't smudge. It doesn't bleed. It doesn't go anywhere, actually.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">The biggest secret for wearing full face and not looking like a Bourbon Street Whore/Drag Queen/Hot Tranny Mess is BLEND. Blend. Blend. Again, brushes. You need brushes.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"> One of the best make-up lines out there is Nyx Cosmetics - the stuff is Ahhhhh-mazing. It's MAC quality at Walgreen's prices. Blows me away. </li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">And don't waste your time with Kat Von D's makeup. The tatt concealer is nothing more than foundation and doesn't cover jack dribble. If you need that kind of coverage, go get some Dermanblend. That shit will cover up all your bad marriages and one-night stands. It's pricey, but well worth it. </li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Oh! And the best facial scrub ever? Take your cream cleanser (Think Ponds or Noxema, etc) and mix a bloob of it with a spoonful of sugar. The sugar is softer than most OTC scrubs but abrasive enough to remove and the dead face. Just be sure to rinse really well. Cheap and easy.</li>
</ul><div style="text-align: justify;">I've tons more - but I am bored with this for now. Will post more laters.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">p.s. and probably the most important, Covergirl does NOT cover boy. Don't even try it.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-10712204851981476962010-03-09T12:07:00.001-06:002010-03-12T15:44:28.992-06:00The Latest from Rabbity Things™ Designs!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5aODbq7GFI/AAAAAAAACW0/yLpXd1imb1Q/s1600-h/brook-header.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5aODbq7GFI/AAAAAAAACW0/yLpXd1imb1Q/s640/brook-header.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Check out Jen's blog at <b><a href="http://thebrookwouldhavenomusic.blogspot.com/">The Brook Would Have No Music.</a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(Thanks, Jen - & Toni!)</i></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-10165937698602916022010-03-07T12:37:00.002-06:002010-03-12T17:05:50.249-06:00My own Rabbity makeover<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, it's really more of a make-<i>under</i>, but I am pleased with the result none the less. Still in the middle of reorganizing the posts - there's only four up now - but about <i>44</i> in draft, so it will fill back up again soon.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway - have a look at the new look... I know a lot of you have already read the published posts, but I've gained so many new followers of late that I thought I would (re)introduce the writing I can actually do when I am not ranting and raving and cussing like a drunken drag queen trucker...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Click here: </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://screamingatthemakebelieve.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Screaming at the Make-Believe</b></i></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-52610045572961220682010-03-05T22:28:00.005-06:002010-03-06T10:14:09.102-06:00Six Words Saturday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/28rlgeq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="129" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/28rlgeq.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>It's been a week.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">"Can someone please explain this one?"</span></b></i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Hypothetically speaking, of course, but would you commission, say, a wedding dress, approve the design and then once it's finished, rip out the lining and then proceed to foam at the cooch about it being defective and expect the seamstress to fix your fuck up? <i><b>Really?</b></i> And <b>THEN</b>, after all that, ask the seamstress to help you find some poor slob to marry? That's been my week. Fuckin' bride.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/a3jck4.jpg" /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660481333198041073.post-51289669623404422622010-03-05T16:09:00.010-06:002010-03-06T16:24:28.830-06:00"Bob has bitch tits." (aka Fuck me crookedy! The bastard's done!)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5FN4kv-HcI/AAAAAAAACUk/k1___gWxHUU/s1600-h/479958665_77fdffa2e6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5FN4kv-HcI/AAAAAAAACUk/k1___gWxHUU/s320/479958665_77fdffa2e6.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A word for the wise from the not very: Be really fuckin' careful what you ask for. You might get it. Last week I was wrappin' up projects and hoping for new ones, and I thought to myself, I would love something a little challenging for whatever my next project is to be. Well... The Universe, undoubtedly, heard me - and has the fucked up sense of humour of a drunken drag queen on Show Me Your Shit night. And it vomited Bob - dripping with last nights corn, bile, and misdirected fecal matter - into my lap. Thaaanks... Didn't like those britches anyway.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now those of you that I have worked for know that I can generally turn something around - especially Blogger designs - in about 24 to 48 hours. No problems. I am on a week with this holy, fuckin' nightmare. I am so over it that I have done come back up around the other side. Suffice to say that if I would have charged what is listed in the <a href="http://rabbitythings.com/"><b>Rabbity Things™</b></a> pricing information I would be at more than five-hundred bucks in just revisions alone - and revisions only run $15 each. Tell you anything? And that's not including the reinstalls I have had to do... I won't even tell you how many emails were involved. I received less than the cost of two blogs for this one. Fuckin' crack head insanity.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Now I am really not bitching unceremoniously. I worked in the newspaper industry for a decade. I've written obits. I've written wedding announcement. (And you've never known hair pulling hell until you have written a full-page, full-colour wedding announcement for a Waco bride, believe me.) I have built ads, and copy, and websites for dang near every print advertising business in Central Texas at one point or another... But Good Gay God in Greenwich Village Hell - I have never had a job like this... Ever. <i><b>And underpaid to boot.</b></i> Even with the "tip" and "asshole tax" it doesn't even equal what two jobs would have cost - much less even come close to touching all the work that has gone into dry humping this piece of shit into flight. <i><b>AND</b></i> he got shit <i><b>for free</b></i>, to boot... That boot really needs to find an ass at this point. It really has made me wonder why I came back to this field - but then <b>on the complete and total flip side I remember all the freakin' amazing and totally Raisin Bran Crunch* bloggers I have worked with in the last few months, and it really is worth it.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes when frolicking in the meadow, you step in cow shit. And, dog suck it, this time I wasn't wearing shoes. It's all part of the territory, I guess.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He likes to faincy himself intelligent enough to go in and add and remove (and move) shit, so it keeps going haywire because he, actually and in fact, has no clue what he's doing and it blows the style sheet. But it's done. The final email (from me) indicated that I would recommend that he talk to someone who actually knows what they are doing and does not have their head so far up their own asshole that they are peering at the monitor through their belly button before altering the code. Bob had moved and placed random jackassery about the blog prior to my design - BUT, Bob's Blog was nothing more than a blank template in which he had changed the background colour. One would think that, logic prevailing, adding a style sheet would, in fact, alter the makeup of the template.... One would think. But no, assclownin' away went he and the whole thing went to Fuckupland.... And therein lies the problem.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5GOROJUaPI/AAAAAAAACUs/D0drWkLSibI/s1600-h/killer_bunny_by_pifreak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ser0TvH86xI/S5GOROJUaPI/AAAAAAAACUs/D0drWkLSibI/s320/killer_bunny_by_pifreak.jpg" /></a></div>But it is done. I am done. A week's worth of crisco'd masturbation with the fuckin' thing and only earned maybe a third of what I put into the son of a bitch. I. Am. Done. Fuckin' ridiculous doesn't begin to cover it. Bob can chew it 'til it's soft and shove it up his pee hole at this point. Go milk yourself, buddy. Remember what happened to the real Robert Paulson when he mixed up with Project Mayhem... Though that could be an improvement...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And the real rub? I get nothing out of this. I took all my logos or any reference to the design OFF. I want no part of or association with this damned thing. Because you know it's gonna end up all jacked to Jesus at some point in the future and I don't want the reflection on a business and a reputation that I have busted my ass raw without lube to create and maintain. Did I say <i><b>this is bullshit</b></i>, yet?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, to surmise: be careful what you fuckin' ask for... Or at least be specific. This was <b>NOT</b> what I had in mind when I hoped for a challenge. My time - and my work - is more valuable than this shit.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">Yeah, it's like that.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/260xukl.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
p.s. And, for the record, I never ONCE lost my cool with this jackhole. He never incurred the Wrath of Rabbit - which is saying something. No fuckmonkeys were harmed in the creation of this blog - though I think it was warranted and the judge would have dismissed the case and bought me a beer if they had. And I have the 50 emails to prove it.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*Raisin Bran Crunch = A Whole Box of Awesome</i></span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com