Friday, December 4, 2009

WTF Friday: Boo Fuckin' Hoo


Carrying on Deb's latest creation at Menopausal New Mom, I give you this week's WTF Friday...

WTF is right!  

WTF is up everyone's ass lately?  Shit!

My friend, Misery, has been stomping around, slamming doors, sniping and snarking and just acting, in general, like a rabid Cuntie Monster.

Other friend, Mo, just won't get over himself.  Bad childhood.  Bad adulthood.  Woe is me.  No one cares.  Can you hear the worms sizzlin' in the skillet?  It's not that no one cares, it's that everyone is sick to fuck of hearing about it.  I cringe when he pops up on line because I would rather walk on my own lipses than have to listen to the latest round of "My Life Sucks and I'm a Loser."

Everyone lately has a multi-stingered bee up their cooter - and they're taking it out on me!!!  Assholes!


I have an idea.  Why don't all of you get together and just wallow in it like pigs in shit.  You can have a convention like they do in Vegas with the boobie girls - with a big ol' inflatable pool of poo.  Lament.  Whine.  Mope.  Cry.  Just fester in it all together in a big party of suck.

I want no part of it.  It's snowing and they put the blinkie light decoration things up on the lightpoles.  It's the holiday season, DAMN IT!!!  I'm tryin' to be fuckin' chipper here!!!  I don't want to hear your dribbling cooze.

Shoo!  Shoo!

Out damned twat!!!  OUT!

Did you know there's more than one "Following" option???

I didn't. 

There seems to be a plethora of the darn things, actually.  I couldn't figure out why with all the following and commenting within Blogspot that I do, I was not getting a whole heck of a lot of a response to my own.  (This is somewhat related to my last post.)  I went in to "Manage" my blogs from my Dashboard this morning and realized that the bulk of who I was following, I was doing so "Anonymously" - AND via my GOOGLE PROFILE - NOT my Blogger Profile.

I didn't realize this was an option - or that there were so many options.  Back in the day, you just clicked "Follow" and your Blogger ID followed said blog.  Now it seems you can log in and/or follow with just about whatever you want:  Google, Yahoo, Open ID, Twitter, Bacon Grease & Spit, or the Left Nut of your First Born Male...  My problem was that with it defaulting to "Anonymous" no one actually KNEW I was following them; and if they did, it was linking back to my Google account, which does not have any links to any of my blogs...  So they didn't know I was there; nor did they know how to find me.  Wonderful!

The only way I have found thus far around it is to go into to the blog management on my Dashboard (there's a button at the bottom that reads "Manage") and start checking settings.  In the main list it shows you easily enough if you are following whichever blog publicly or privately, but in order to figure out which flappin' profile it has decided to use, you have to click the settings link for each blog.  (I know: hemorrhoid.) 

That brings up this window:


As you can see, it has opted to go with the damned Google profile (there's a little "G" in the bottom right of the image) and it's set to follow anonymously.  To get it to link up to your Blogger profile, just click "Change" and choose the appropriate one (and trip OUT on all the options now!) and then click the "anonymously" link to follow the blog publicly - and click then click "Done." 

I don't know when all this changed but it sure is a freakin' chore and a half.  And was something I was totally unaware of until stumbling across it this morning. 

Maybe things will pick up now....

Thursday, December 3, 2009

♫ Tell Me Somethin' Good! ♫


Lately I have found myself becoming increasingly disenchanted with the whole blogging world.  So much has changed since I began blogging almost 12 years ago now.  I've been a part of dang near every blogging platform out there at one time or another - from Blurty to WordPress and back again.  I first began on Blogger (pre-Google and Blogspot) back in the year 2000 or 2001 and I always come back.  You can imagine all the different faces I have seen over the years.

More recently, I just feel like I don't belong.  My reading list is full.  I have more than 150 amazing writers that I follow or subscribe to on a regular basis - but my own followers - and comments even - are at an all time low.  I just feel something's missing.  I don't really know if it is ME or if this is just what the blogging community has become for this little space in time.  I am just not getting that thing that I used to get from other's blogs - or from my own writing.  My first instinct, in true Rabbit form, is to just say the hell with it and shut it all down (and eventually start it all over again later).  But I really don't want too...  And before I get to that point, I am askin' y'all for your input.

What blogs really tickle your nanny goat's britches?  Is there a site you just can't live without?  I am itchin' and achin' and hongry for some new blood; a fresh take; a good laugh; a good cry, even.

Show me what you got.

Who just blows you away?

Rabbity Must Read: How a Web Design Goes Straight to Hell

I SOOOOO needed this today! (Thanks, P!)
It's freakin' hilarious!  AND SO TRUE!!!!




Hello, Pot???


 I was going through my TwitterFox (or Echofon or whatever it is this week) and cleaning out all the old tweets and mentions and DMs - which I haven't done in ages and came across one that said something to the effect of "oh. well you're always so negative..."  and I just had to laugh.  I no longer follow this person because of all their hateful, passive agressive jabs that I would get on a constant and regular basis ALL DAY LONG that had little to nothing to do with the actual tweets they were replying to - other than to just be passive aggresive and hateful.  So, rather than be annoyed I just quit following them and I don't have to hear about it anymore.  However, in cleaning everything out today, their page popped up.  There is not ONE tweet - not one - that is anything even remotely positive.  "I fucking hate my life..."  "I really hate being sick"  "marriage sucks"  "i'm getting too old for this crap"  "Fucked up parenting..."  "I seriously need to find some friends"  Granted it's all out of context - but SHIT...  STFU and have a moment, folks!  And I am the negative one???  Well I guess they would know, by comparison, more than most.

(Is that irony????)

But, the point I was rambling toward is that the things we dislike the most about people in our lives are often times the things we need to work on the most.  I love to bitch.  LOVE to bitch.  I am great at it.  It's usually quite hilarious.  But I HATE listenin' to it.  I kind of touch on it in a previous blog.  So thusly I have made a real conscious effort to NOT bitch so much - trying to take my own advices of STFUing and going to sit in a corner somewhere.  I figure if I don't want to hear it, y'all don't either.  I am also trying really hard not to complain so much.  I asked said friend the other night, "Do you have any good memories?"  Because, again, all you hear is the woe-is-meisms all the time.  And this was a privileged brat growing up.  My childhood sucked ass.  Often times, when it came to suffering I thought I was going to give Elizabeth Taylor a run for her money.  But I had good times.  I made the best out of the hell that I knew.  And those times are what I chose to remember.  Not all the morose and mundane.

Gawd, people.  Get over it.  Or go tell it to Tyra and have her buy you some fuckin' crazy pills.  Sumpin'!!!




My question is, when you hold up the mirror that is your environment and dislike what you see, what is it that you need to work on?

My list is long...

But I am getting there.

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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Rabbity Must Read: Scary Mommy

Another greatly entertaining and informative glimpse into the world of Blogging Etiquette. (Yes, I know it's an older post. Just hush and read the durn thing.)

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Rabbity Must Read: David Delisca, "Angel Flakes"

In honour of World AIDS Day today, this one is not to be missed.  So utterly and heartbreakingly beautiful.  I wish I could see the performance.  You'll need a tissue, but it's well worth it.

GEAUX SAINTS!!!

All I can say is...
Who Dat?!?!

Laissez les bon temps roulez!

Mary, Did You Know?


You're all familiar with the Christmas song, "The Twelve Days of Christmas," I think. To most it's a delightful nonsense rhyme set to music. But it had a quite serious purpose when it was written.

It is a good deal more than just a repetitious melody with pretty phrases and a list of strange gifts.

Catholics in England during the period 1558 to 1829, when Parliament finally emancipated Catholics in England, were prohibited from ANY practice of their faith by law - private OR public. It was a crime to BE a Catholic.

"The Twelve Days of Christmas" was written in England as one of the "catechism songs" to help young Catholics learn the tenets of their faith - a memory aid, when to be caught with anything in writing indicating adherence to the Catholic faith could not only get you imprisoned, it could get you hanged, or shortened by a head - or hanged, drawn and quartered, a rather peculiar and ghastly punishment I'm not aware was ever practiced anywhere else. Hanging, drawing and quartering involved hanging a person by the neck until they had almost, but not quite, suffocated to death; then the party was taken down from the gallows, and disembowelled while still alive; and while the entrails were still lying on the street, where the executioners stomped all over them, the victim was tied to four large farm horses, and literally torn into five parts - one to each limb and the remaining torso.

The songs gifts are hidden meanings to the teachings of the faith. The "true love" mentioned in the song doesn't refer to an earthly suitor, it refers to God Himself. The "me" who receives the presents refers to every baptized person. The partridge in a pear tree is Jesus Christ, the Son of God. In the song, Christ is symbolically presented as a mother partridge which feigns injury to decoy predators from her helpless nestlings, much in memory of the expression of Christ's sadness over the fate of Jerusalem: "Jerusalem! Jerusalem! How often would I have sheltered thee under my wings, as a hen does her chicks, but thou wouldst not have it so..." 

The other symbols mean the following: 

2 Turtle Doves = The Old and New Testaments
3 French Hens = Faith, Hope and Charity, the Theological Virtues
4 Calling Birds = the Four Gospels and/or the Four Evangelists
5 Golden Rings = The first Five Books of the Old Testament, the "Pentateuch", which gives the history of man's fall from grace.
6 Geese A-laying = the six days of creation
7 Swans A-swimming = the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit, the Seven Sacraments
8 Maids A-milking = the eight Beatitudes
9 Ladies Dancing = the nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit
10 Lords A-leaping = the Ten Commandments
11 Pipers Piping = the eleven faithful Apostles
12 Drummers Drumming = the twelve points of doctrine in the Apostle's Creed

Also, as it is commonly believed, the 12 Days themselves are NOT the days leading up to Christmas, but inversely begin on the day AFTER Christmas, December 26th - leading up to Epiphany on January 6th.

Useless Jeopardy trivia for ya!

Echoes from the Rabbit's Den


"Aw...  Dude!!!  You burnt off my weiner!!!"
- my brother. Realizing drunken Rabbits and fire are not a good combo.