Since Facebook has decided to change their format yet again, I have also decided to start posting any interesting links here. And aren't you excited? Why yes! Yes, you are! (good answer!)
Today's link is a cute letter to the tooth fairy. The site is one of my favorites, passive aggressive notes. The site isn't updated every day, but I usually laugh out loud at each new note.
http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/2010/02/09/look-tooth-fairy-heres-the-deal
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Links 'n stuff
Hello, and welcome back. Yes, I know it's been a while since I last wrote. I haven't really been in a writing frame of mind lately. Plus, it is sooooo nice to just jot a quick note on my favorite time waster..I mean website...
Facebook.
I love that when I find an interesting story or truly scary picture, I can just click a couple times, and voila! It magically appears for all of my facebook friends to read too.
But, I've decided to start posting those links here as well, perhaps with a bit more commentary.
Most of the time, it will probably be sometime silly or quirky or just plain odd. (The stories..although it could also describe me most of the time as well!)
But sometimes, like today, it will be a little more serious. Today, I read an article about a pregnant woman who is worried about what kind of life her child will have. She is worried because her child will be, as she said, "biracial". She is white, her husband in black. When the happy couple lived in New York or Atlanta, they had a "Benneton ad looking" circle of friends..black, white, asian, Hispanic, you name it. So, they thought their children would be brought up in this same sort of environment. Then, for reasons not given, they moved to Knoxville, Tennesee.
Hmm. Blonde woman and black man..meh..ok. Add a little baby Barack into the mix (so to speak)and how will that change the attitudes of the good ole boys (and girls!)?
Having lived the life of their as yet unborn child, I can understand her apprehension. But, thank goodness, the world has changed. No, we are NOT yet past all racial troubles. I seriously doubt that we ever will be. People will always find a way to break the human race into some sort of caste system...be it race, heritage, sexual identity, or gender. And if by some amazing chance all of those categories were somehow done away with, we would find a new and oh so wonderful way to be able to look up or down on our fellow humans.
Yes, we have changed. Yes, we now have a "black" man as the President of the United States. (And, yes, it DOES irk me to hear him labled as solely "black". He calls himself a "mutt". He was raised by a white woman and her white family in a white world. But, because his face is brown, he's automatically "black".)
But, we still have cross burnings. We still have church burnings. We still have hate crimes of every possible type. And, less dramatic, but no less noticable (at least by me), we still have segregated tv ads. Don't give me crap about "targeted audiences". Sure, a show may have more viewers that identify as one race or another. But is that a reason to have ALL ads either lily white or chocolate brown? I get so tired of only seeing all black ads on all black shows.
And while we're on the subject of tv shows, why is it that almost every "white" show has their token black, or two at the most. (And, yes, the reverse is also true for black shows/white cast. Still bugs me.)
Heaven help them if they lose their token. How to find ANOTHER black that will fit their show? Look at "Bones". The lab boss was an imposing black man. He left, and was replaced by (shocker!) an imposing black woman. Sigh.
So yes, the world has changed. And yes, life WILL be hard for those biracial children born into today's world. But NOT just because of his race.
His life will be hard because that is the way of life. If there is no struggle, there is no joy.
Whew. I'm off my rant now. Aren't you all glad?
http://www.lemondrop.com/2010/01/18/biracial-pregnancy-fears-in-the-south/
Facebook.
I love that when I find an interesting story or truly scary picture, I can just click a couple times, and voila! It magically appears for all of my facebook friends to read too.
But, I've decided to start posting those links here as well, perhaps with a bit more commentary.
Most of the time, it will probably be sometime silly or quirky or just plain odd. (The stories..although it could also describe me most of the time as well!)
But sometimes, like today, it will be a little more serious. Today, I read an article about a pregnant woman who is worried about what kind of life her child will have. She is worried because her child will be, as she said, "biracial". She is white, her husband in black. When the happy couple lived in New York or Atlanta, they had a "Benneton ad looking" circle of friends..black, white, asian, Hispanic, you name it. So, they thought their children would be brought up in this same sort of environment. Then, for reasons not given, they moved to Knoxville, Tennesee.
Hmm. Blonde woman and black man..meh..ok. Add a little baby Barack into the mix (so to speak)and how will that change the attitudes of the good ole boys (and girls!)?
Having lived the life of their as yet unborn child, I can understand her apprehension. But, thank goodness, the world has changed. No, we are NOT yet past all racial troubles. I seriously doubt that we ever will be. People will always find a way to break the human race into some sort of caste system...be it race, heritage, sexual identity, or gender. And if by some amazing chance all of those categories were somehow done away with, we would find a new and oh so wonderful way to be able to look up or down on our fellow humans.
Yes, we have changed. Yes, we now have a "black" man as the President of the United States. (And, yes, it DOES irk me to hear him labled as solely "black". He calls himself a "mutt". He was raised by a white woman and her white family in a white world. But, because his face is brown, he's automatically "black".)
But, we still have cross burnings. We still have church burnings. We still have hate crimes of every possible type. And, less dramatic, but no less noticable (at least by me), we still have segregated tv ads. Don't give me crap about "targeted audiences". Sure, a show may have more viewers that identify as one race or another. But is that a reason to have ALL ads either lily white or chocolate brown? I get so tired of only seeing all black ads on all black shows.
And while we're on the subject of tv shows, why is it that almost every "white" show has their token black, or two at the most. (And, yes, the reverse is also true for black shows/white cast. Still bugs me.)
Heaven help them if they lose their token. How to find ANOTHER black that will fit their show? Look at "Bones". The lab boss was an imposing black man. He left, and was replaced by (shocker!) an imposing black woman. Sigh.
So yes, the world has changed. And yes, life WILL be hard for those biracial children born into today's world. But NOT just because of his race.
His life will be hard because that is the way of life. If there is no struggle, there is no joy.
Whew. I'm off my rant now. Aren't you all glad?
http://www.lemondrop.com/2010/01/18/biracial-pregnancy-fears-in-the-south/
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Fortune cookies
Crowded elevator always smell different to midget.
Dumb man climb tree to get cherry, wise man spread limbs.
Don't drink and park - accidents cause people.
State of pregnancy exist when woman takes seriously something poked in fun.
He who buries a man's wife alive, should not expect to sit at that man's dinner table without the subject coming up.
He who plays with self, pulls boner.
Baseball all wrong -- man with four balls cannot walk.
House without toilet is uncanny.
Man trapped in brothel get jerked around.
Man's wife his better half, his mistress his better whole.
Panties not best thing on earth, but next to it.
It is good for girl to meet boy in park, but better for boy to park meat in girl.
Man have more hair on chest than woman, but on whole woman have more.
Man who cut self while shaving, lose face.
Man who eats photo of father, soon spitting-image of father.
Man who lay woman on ground gets piece on earth.
Man who plays with self pulls boner.
Man who take sleeping pill and laxative on the same night will wake up in deep sh*t.
Man who pushes piano down mineshaft get tone of A flat miner.
Man who sneezes without tissue takes matters in his own hands.
Wise man never play leapfrog with unicorn.
Man who suck woman's tit make clean breast of things.
Man who walk in middle of road get run over by bus.
Wife not part of furniture, until screwed on bed.
Woman laid in tomb may soon become mummy.
Man who fall in vat of molten glass make spectacle of self.
Man who jizz in cash register come into money.
Man with tight trousers is pressing his luck.
Man who gets kicked in testicles, left holding bag.
Man who crosses the ocean twice without washing is a dirty double crosser.
Man who drive like hell, bound to get there.
Man trapped in pantry have ass in jam.
Don't sweat the petty stuff ... and don't pet the sweaty stuff.
Woman who wear jockstrap have make believe ballroom.
Woman who slides down banister makes monkey shine.
Man who scratches ass should not bite fingernails.
Man who tell one too many light bulb jokes soon burn out.
Woman who puts detergent on top shelf, jump for Joy.
Dumb man climb tree to get cherry, wise man spread limbs.
Don't drink and park - accidents cause people.
State of pregnancy exist when woman takes seriously something poked in fun.
He who buries a man's wife alive, should not expect to sit at that man's dinner table without the subject coming up.
He who plays with self, pulls boner.
Baseball all wrong -- man with four balls cannot walk.
House without toilet is uncanny.
Man trapped in brothel get jerked around.
Man's wife his better half, his mistress his better whole.
Panties not best thing on earth, but next to it.
It is good for girl to meet boy in park, but better for boy to park meat in girl.
Man have more hair on chest than woman, but on whole woman have more.
Man who cut self while shaving, lose face.
Man who eats photo of father, soon spitting-image of father.
Man who lay woman on ground gets piece on earth.
Man who plays with self pulls boner.
Man who take sleeping pill and laxative on the same night will wake up in deep sh*t.
Man who pushes piano down mineshaft get tone of A flat miner.
Man who sneezes without tissue takes matters in his own hands.
Wise man never play leapfrog with unicorn.
Man who suck woman's tit make clean breast of things.
Man who walk in middle of road get run over by bus.
Wife not part of furniture, until screwed on bed.
Woman laid in tomb may soon become mummy.
Man who fall in vat of molten glass make spectacle of self.
Man who jizz in cash register come into money.
Man with tight trousers is pressing his luck.
Man who gets kicked in testicles, left holding bag.
Man who crosses the ocean twice without washing is a dirty double crosser.
Man who drive like hell, bound to get there.
Man trapped in pantry have ass in jam.
Don't sweat the petty stuff ... and don't pet the sweaty stuff.
Woman who wear jockstrap have make believe ballroom.
Woman who slides down banister makes monkey shine.
Man who scratches ass should not bite fingernails.
Man who tell one too many light bulb jokes soon burn out.
Woman who puts detergent on top shelf, jump for Joy.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
A story in text
The following text exchange between my dear friend, Zander, and I took place today.
Me: Just got a wrong number TEXT asking "do u wanna hookup?" I replied u have wrong number but gl on ur hookup.
Zander:You should have said 'send me a pic of your penis and I will think about it'
Me:Rofl. Damn. Didn't think of that!
Me: Omg. He just asked me how old I am. I said prob old enuf to b his mom. He asked again. I said 38 he said he's 27 wanna hookup? I said no thnx but gl. WTFG???
Zander: Are you 38 or 83? The gods are telling u to dust off the bat cave and get laid!
Me: Giggle. The bats swooping out might give him a heart attack. Then I'd hafta call 911. Then the medics would see my bat cave. Then they would pass out.
Me: Then I'd get arrested for serial death by hoohoo, would be on all the trashy tv shows, my family would be horrified, the court would be cheering, the cats would be homeless. All cause I wanted to get a little. So no. I think I'll pass on that for now.
Zander: Death by hoo hoo: the serial killer and her bat cave on the next Oprah.
Me: Rofl. Exactly! And Tyra would say that HER hoohoo is more killer than mine.
Me: Giggle..is what u & I r having a "textversation"? And did I just invent that word?
And people tell me I'M the crazy one?
Me: Just got a wrong number TEXT asking "do u wanna hookup?" I replied u have wrong number but gl on ur hookup.
Zander:You should have said 'send me a pic of your penis and I will think about it'
Me:Rofl. Damn. Didn't think of that!
Me: Omg. He just asked me how old I am. I said prob old enuf to b his mom. He asked again. I said 38 he said he's 27 wanna hookup? I said no thnx but gl. WTFG???
Zander: Are you 38 or 83? The gods are telling u to dust off the bat cave and get laid!
Me: Giggle. The bats swooping out might give him a heart attack. Then I'd hafta call 911. Then the medics would see my bat cave. Then they would pass out.
Me: Then I'd get arrested for serial death by hoohoo, would be on all the trashy tv shows, my family would be horrified, the court would be cheering, the cats would be homeless. All cause I wanted to get a little. So no. I think I'll pass on that for now.
Zander: Death by hoo hoo: the serial killer and her bat cave on the next Oprah.
Me: Rofl. Exactly! And Tyra would say that HER hoohoo is more killer than mine.
Me: Giggle..is what u & I r having a "textversation"? And did I just invent that word?
And people tell me I'M the crazy one?
Friday, October 30, 2009
Costume Idea
I ran this idea by my friend, Joey, but he didn't like it.
What was this amazing costume, you ask?
Simple...make a "wet spot" around the crotch area of your pants, and paint a giant "shiner" on one eye..and, POOF!
(wait for it!)
You're a black eyed pee!
What was this amazing costume, you ask?
Simple...make a "wet spot" around the crotch area of your pants, and paint a giant "shiner" on one eye..and, POOF!
(wait for it!)
You're a black eyed pee!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Inside Mickey's head
I now know how mice feel when confronted by my pack o'cats.
Heeding the silent alarm that rings when the bottom of their food bowl is sighted, all four of my cats made their way to my bedroom this morning.
It's not unusual (to be loved by anyone..ba da da da dum...) to find one or two of them in my room at any given moment. But all four? Together? Never.
And not only did they obviously make some pact, agreeing to let the others in at the same time, but they surrounded me. On my bed. Almost like they were..well..hunting me. Shudder.
I tried to reason with them. "Look", I said. "I'm going to the store. Really! And it's not as if you are all starving. It's been, what, a couple hours since you last ate?"
But they were not appeased. I could feel their hungry stares contemplating the fate of that soccer team in that mountain plane crash.
"There are four of us, and only ONE of her. Yeah, she's bigger. But there are FOUR of us to feed. It only makes sense!"
It was at this point that I reminded them that if I were no longer around, they would have to survive on icky, bad tasting mice.
They let me live...
for now......
Heeding the silent alarm that rings when the bottom of their food bowl is sighted, all four of my cats made their way to my bedroom this morning.
It's not unusual (to be loved by anyone..ba da da da dum...) to find one or two of them in my room at any given moment. But all four? Together? Never.
And not only did they obviously make some pact, agreeing to let the others in at the same time, but they surrounded me. On my bed. Almost like they were..well..hunting me. Shudder.
I tried to reason with them. "Look", I said. "I'm going to the store. Really! And it's not as if you are all starving. It's been, what, a couple hours since you last ate?"
But they were not appeased. I could feel their hungry stares contemplating the fate of that soccer team in that mountain plane crash.
"There are four of us, and only ONE of her. Yeah, she's bigger. But there are FOUR of us to feed. It only makes sense!"
It was at this point that I reminded them that if I were no longer around, they would have to survive on icky, bad tasting mice.
They let me live...
for now......
Friday, October 23, 2009
Darn Jingle
Ugh. I just found myself singing the latest freecreditreport.com song as I played online and watched tv.
Whoever came up with those songs should be tied to a chair and forced to watch a continuous loop of their ads, and only their ads, until their brains drip out their ears.
I'm guessing it will take less than 24 hours.
And while I'm on the subject of those commercials, has anyone else noticed how horribly synched the ads are? All of them are just barely off..just enough to annoy the crapola out of me. Was this done on purpose?
Whoever came up with those songs should be tied to a chair and forced to watch a continuous loop of their ads, and only their ads, until their brains drip out their ears.
I'm guessing it will take less than 24 hours.
And while I'm on the subject of those commercials, has anyone else noticed how horribly synched the ads are? All of them are just barely off..just enough to annoy the crapola out of me. Was this done on purpose?
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