Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
One hour of my life wasted....
Frankly, I don't understand what all the fuss is about.
Katherine has a decent voice, but she seems to do best at ballads, and torch singers ain't exactly burning up the charts right now. She's pretty enough, but her taste in clothing is awful (usually). Plus, honey, she needs to get OFF the freaking floor! What's UP with that???
Taylor? He twitches like someone just hit him with a Tazer. His voice is okay, but I'd NEVER go see him in concert. If I want to see something THAT ugly, I'll drive over to the next semi-truck wreck on I-285, that would be eaiser on the eyes than his constant herking and jerking. (Enough with the fuckin' "Soul Patrol" and waving his fists in the air.) Don't he know?
Both new singles suck.
I don't give a rat's behind WHO wins.
Yes, that IS exactly how I feel about it.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Stranger than fiction...
Posted as part of a thread on the TS message board the other day, this was so funny and so true to life, I had to share it with everybody...
I got a call from MCI today asking me to switch my service so I could have a lower bill. When I said I would only switch if I could get Qwest and that the phone companies are turning over their records to the government, he asked me where I got that information.
When I told him it's been all over the news, he asked me if I believed everything I hear on the news.
"You don't believe everything on the news, do you?"
No, but I do believe everything that phone salesmen tell me. They are like Gods to me, I tell you. Gods.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Join the Navy, see the world...
Join the National Guard, see the desert... in Texas and Iraq.
What a stupid, stupid, stupid idea. Even if I thought this was a good idea (which I don't) the National Guard is getting sent to "guard" the border with NO POWER! No power to arrest, no power to do much of anything, really.
Reminds me of the ONE time I had to stand guard duty. (I was Soldier of the Month at Company & Battalion levels, along with other things that got me excused from CQ and guard duty.) So, there we were out on manuevers, camped out on bivouac in the Black Forest some freaking where, when a German national streaked his naked self through the GP large tent we were in.
Of course he'd been watching us all afternoon as we set up and knew which one was the women's tent.
So, sometime after dark, he streaks through, there's loads of shrieking and someone in the Command Tent decides we need to do a perimeter guard all night. Several different posts around the perimeter and 2 hours for each shift. BUT, rather than issue us bullets for the M16s that we were already carrying, they gave us TENT STAKES. Yes, TENT STAKES. Now, since the perimeter had ALREADY been breached once, do you suppose that the "boogie men" out there in the night were going to stop when we waved a FUCKING TENT STAKE at them? Do you think if they really wanted to breach the perimeter again, a sleepy, droopy soldier waving a FUCKING TENT STAKE would have stopped them? Do you? I didn't then and I don't now.
Sending the National Guard to the border is about as effective as me waving a fucking TENT STAKE.
A harbinger of things to come?
Seems I've earned myself a "blue star" on Triggerstreet. I uploaded the same script that I sent in to the Nicholl, and it seems that 5 people, who gave me "ranking reviews", liked it enough to give it a thumbs up and me a "blue star". Which, for those who don't know much about Triggerstreet (TS from now on), is the symbol they give you when you've been selected as one of the Top Ten scripts on the site. (I'm somewhere in the Top Ten with roughly 2500 scripts currently uploaded onto the TS site.) So, I've been given the stamp of approval of my TS peers (You MUST have 3 "ranking reviews" [where TS has assigned your script to random reviewers] to be "ranked" and are required to have a minimum of 5 "ranking reviews" to be considered for the Top Ten.) Which means... everyone who's read my script (so far) thought it was good. I can only hope and pray that my script meets with similar approval in the wilds of Hollywood.
Color me pleased...
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Years ago, I was asked out by a "friend" who got miffed when I declined. See, she'd forgotten that I had just started dating the woman who would become the love of my life. I was completely un-interested in anyone else. It's an understandable lapse in that the woman I was seeing lived in the next state and we didn't go out much when we saw each other (if you get my drift), so she mostly saw me by myself. (This was in the days of going to something every single night of the week. Drinks on Tuesday? Sure! Nachos on Thursday? Just tell me where!) Regardless, she got pissy about my not taking her up on her "offer", got drunk one night and made the mistake of saying that she thought I was asexual.
Pissed me off.
See... I'm not one of those who "advertises"... if you get my drift. No, I believe (firmly) in being an absolute lady... on the streets. As for the "sheets" well, that's only YOUR business if you're in them with me. And, I don't like people speculating about me like she did.
Some folks just have to be taught a lesson about gossiping and wild speculations, doncha think?
This "friend" of mine adored the perfume I wore at the time and occasionally she would wear something I liked, so it had become something of a teasing ritual to lean in and do a quick sniff. Especially when one of us bought something new. We'd lean in, breathe in and (typically) nod, smile and compliment each other.
Unbeknownst to her, I'd already heard about her faux pas via the grapevine the next time I saw her. When I saw her again, I wasn't sure if I would say something to her about it or not. Not knowing that I knew what I knew (you know?), she acted as if everything were fine. She came up to me in the club, gave me a hug and the usual compliment on my perfume. Coincidentally, she'd bought something new and offered her neck up for a smell.
I stepped forward,
into her space,
took my nose,
placed it at the base of her neck,
druuuugggg it up to her ear
in my sexiest,
"Ahhhh, damn... you smell sooooo... mmmm.... good..."
She just stood there, rooted to the spot... long after I had walked away.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Enough with the fool at 1600 Penn!
Onward to more interesting stuff... SEX.
Ok, ok, calm down, I'm only answering a double dawg dare from Scriptweaver... sheesh!
The dare? Which member of the SAME sex would you be willing to do the horizontal boop with? (For me... reverse teams.)
Since you can't post pics in the comments section, I told him to meet me here.
Two guys I would be OK with...
and (just cause) a woman I've got the hots for: