Yep! North and South Korea are at it again!
I think we need the REAL Harry Potter! He’ll fix this AGAIN! And we wont need some little glasses eye’d twink with a stupid magic stick!
Maybe they’ll bring back MASH then we could stop watching stupid shit like Dancing With The Palins.
I’m sorry, my language is heavy handed and there is no media associated with this posting, but
There! I saved you all the time of reading all of these rehashed stories about airport security that are blinding us to real news items.
This shit is starting to sound like a broken record every night! How can this be a top story EVERY F R E A K I N’ DAY AND NIGHT!?!?!
This article cracked me up! It seems that I agree with this whack job in Wisconsin! I am “fed up with politics” and I don’t think “Bristol Palin is a very good dancer” as well! I guess the only difference is, I’m not shooting my television.
http://www.philly.com/philly/entertainment/20101117_ap_authoritieswismanshootstvoverpalindance.html
Maybe I should buy a gun and a television. That would probably help. Maybe I should get money first….heh
I know, as soon as the word “Facebook” appears as the title of a post, some of us out there will roll the eyes, shake the head and have the “thats what you get” attitude for even dealing with that excuse of electrons…but for some of us its purely a way to keep in touch with friends and family, and a way to waste time.
So this morning as I methodically went through my compulsive list of sites I visit, all let me in except for one. Facebook.
It seems that FAILBOOK (a.k.a. Facebook from here on out) has disabled my account for being flagged, well here read the description:
In order for me to re able my account, they want me to send them a copy of or picture of a governmental issued ID. In other words, I DO NOT EXIST. Does this still mean I have to pay my bills if FAILBOOK doesn’t think I am a real person?
Let’s face it. In today’s society, people are getting hired, fired, laid, married, divorced, elected, etc, all by being a tool for a “free” service that is far from free. Rants, bitches, and the day to day bullshit of our lives are based on these things being shared with the world of our friends, families, and groupies. Sometimes, its just to say hey on the fly to a good friend or family member whom you miss. Either way, people do it for many reasons, but the biggest is probably a sense of belonging to a group.
So this morning, FAILBOOK broke up with me. Maybe my life was so good, they couldn’t believe it and had to kick me out? Maybe I am too much of a nerd? Maybe it was because I did not play any of their virus ridden games? Maybe it was because I failed to keep up with the old boyfriend searches or the countless spam FAILBOOK dating emails sent to my email account? Who knows? All I know is, that I do not belong anymore. And in a way, it feels good.
UPDATE: FAILBOOK now says it was a “selective” bug in their security that targeted female participants. According to the article, I wish they would have contacted me because I would say: FUCK YOU I STILL DON’T WANT TO USE YOUR SITE ANYMORE. ASSHOLES.
Jeeezuz,…this guy couldn’t work the vampire look any harder even if he tried, now could he? The thing is, it just doesn’t work. He just winds up looking like a creepy old queen, Norma Desmond in the 1950 film noir ‘Sunset Boulevard’. Even though the founding member of the house of Chanel insists on strutting around like he came in second place at a klaus kinski look-alike contest, He’ll never be gayer or creepier than the original GAY VAMPIRE,…Mr Tom Cruise. That boy is gayer than a tree full of parrots singing Steven Sondheim songs.
I love our cultural wordsmithing. In the old days the terminology was short and sweet. And it actually meant something.
Consider the following: during the Great Depression, they had PAN HANDLERS. Then they became BUMs. BUMs. TRAMPs and HOBOs eventually turned into that magic ‘catch-all’ HOMELESS; only to wind up as the very modern and very politically correct term DISPLACED PERSONS.
But there are genuine differences between these terms. A hobo is a migratory worker who likes to travel, a tramp travels without working, and a bum does not travel or work. Politically correct ‘catch-all’ terminology actually serves to diminish these folks.
Since most of us are a scant paycheck or two away from the gutter, what the future may hold for us is uncertain at best. Since everything old eventually becomes new again, I suggest that you all familiarize yourselves with this link as it may become useful during the coming economic apocalypse! And when those politically correct literary craftsmen describe your current economic condition by calling you and your family “impecunious denizens”,… well, you heard it here first.
See you on the road!
Ya’ll know I got this “issue” with the nasty old men in Washington, County MD right? Well, today as I was letting my fingers do the walking all over the news, I stumbled upon this tidbit of local flavor.
And the guy’s name says it all…Llyod Grim, 86. I am still trying to convince my sister she is in great danger….Alison, if you can read this…please by all means, avoid the Sharpsburg area. You can defeat them pretty easily in ones or twos, but when they horde, look out!
Back when I had a life and a career, I was in charge of a temp who was a good worker. Unfortunately, this worker also liked to pad his time sheet and forge my signature on it. Naturally, when I found out, I fired him. It was a sad affair, with the guy apologizing profusely to me, saying he did it cause he needed the money.
Fast forward 13 years and it seems my initials have struck again, only this time on a 6th grade science quiz that was a “D”. Upon discovery of this, I got really angry. Even more angrier then at the temp who bilked our agency out of thousands of OT hours. Because this time, the betrayal was from someone I love.
I have always told my daughter that if she brings me the bad news first, I will not get angry. If she hides it from me and I find out, I’m gonna explode. She did not follow that rule this time, and I exploded.
My husband thought I was being “harsh” because, and I quote “She said she thought the way you wrote your initials was so cool, was only seeing if she could write the way you do herself…she meant no harm…”
Um, yeah, and it just so happens that the paper she chose to practice it on was her poorly taken quiz? I told my husband, that if that was the way it was going to go for the next 7 years, that he was in trouble. “Daddy, I only took your car and wrecked it into that other car cause I thought the way you wreck cars is SO cool…”
If you haven’t watched the new episode of South Park yet, you must!
I thought it was funny because all summer long, while in Rehoboth, every time John, Will or Mark would watch a reality show I always bitched that the “manufactured drama” music in the shows drive me nuts. The episode itself is a mash up of the reality show “Hoarders” (which I shamefully like) and the movie “Inception” which I haven’t seen yet. There’s this one character that jumps into each scene and does reality show back up music while the plot is hurriedly being explained. HE IS SO ON THE MONEY! I thought the episode was HILARIOUS, especially when a young Mr. Mackey is getting fucked by Woodsy The Owl and screams, “No woodsy, okay, don’t touch my pee pee, I’ll give a hoot, okay!”.
You can watch the episode on South Park’s site by clicking here.
