I feel so honoured.

A million THANK YOUs to everyone who got my back, added their two cents, bashed my blog, and offered support (however grudgingly).

You guys are amazing, and THANKS to the judges who voted for me as the lesser of two evils.

I must admit that I heaved a huge sigh of relief just now~I was worried.

Thanks to Chronic for being a good sport and a great opponent.

Yes, I'm glad it's over.
No, I will not be entering any more contests again.
Ever.

To those of you who helped me with reviews that did not make it to the final verdict~I do appreciate the help! Dave had the final red-pencil edit. Blame him.

Now maybe I can get back to normal~my nerves have been so frayed that every time my cell phone rings I jump out of my skin.
Luckily for me, I don't have that many friends, so it doesn't ring very often.

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Have you ever been cleaning out the refrigerator and thrown some bowls away because you were too afraid to open them up to see what they (used to) contain?

Part Deux

Like the song says...

"Don't forget me when I'm gone...my heart would break..."

So, the hour of my demise draweth nigh and I am but a mouse-click away from submission to the dreaded THUNDERDOME Powers-That-Be...

In the event of my ban-ation, I want to tell you that I owe a huge debt of gratitude to the incredibly talented Cybervassals, who immediately fixed the link color issue that I had somehow screwed up. (She is, incidentally, responsible for the fabulous look of this site and if you're looking for a blog face-lift~I most highly recommend that you go see her)

Another big THANK YOU to everyone who showed such incredible support at the Thunderdome comment section~~you guys were totally amazing. Especially the ever-feisty Meg who came up with some truly imaginative and fantastic insults. :)

And last but certainly not least, I wish to give a very special THANK YOU to Tommy, Brandon, MommaK, Ivy, Jules, my friend Ashley, and Mamacita for the deliciously nasty reviews of my blog, my opponent's blog, or both. (although some of you took it a lot little easy on me~*hugs* for that)

Dave has the final edit, so I have no idea what the final product will look like, and what bits and pieces (or whose) will make the cut.

If I've inadvertently left your name off the list, do forgive me~put it down to the stress of the moment and let me know so that I can immediately fix it.

You have no idea how much I appreciate it. And rest assured that if I lose, it is entirely your fault it is no fault of yours.

The verdict will be up sometime next week. Hold my hand & read it with me?

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A few small requests:
If I should lose, please go offer congratulations to the Pothead. We corresponded by email and he was gentlemanly to me throughout.

Please visit someone (new to you) from my blogroll.
I may not be able to blog, but I can surely lengthen my reading list.

Miss me. Every hour, every day. :)

Don't forget to send me your snail mail address for my Christmas card list.

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Monty has left the building.

Intermission

Oh I'm makin' a (Christmas card) list,
checkin' it twice!
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice...

(I like the naughty ones best, of course)

I am readying my Christmas card list...and there are some of you to whom I would dearly love to send a card.

Please email me your snail mail addresses. :)
It'll give me something to do since I may not be blogging.

Please keep in mind that I'm incredibly lazy and you may or may not actually receive it by Christmas.

A Post In Two Parts...Part I

I have to say that this Thunderdome challenge has been a...well...learning experience for me.
I have learned many things.

I have learned that I can take criticism without responding with (too much) anger...and if you knew me in real life, you'd know that that never happens.

I have many, many friends online who I dearly love and admire. And appreciate. And am grateful to 'know'. And they like me back.

I discovered that the people who couldn't find anything either interesting or funny here also did not have much of anything to offer me on their own blogs. I couldn't connect with them, for whatever reason.

That's quite all right~it only shows our diversity.

I also found that most of the wonderful people who showed me such incredible support were the ones who ranted and complained less and shared more.
The ones who give us all their feelings, rather than just the "fuck this fuck that fuck you" stuff. (not that that offends me, I actually have a fairly foul mouth myself and do enjoy a good mind-blowing hissie-fit of a rant now and then)

Whenever I did read a negative comment about this blog...well of course it stung a little bit, and I had to wonder why they felt that way. So I would visit their blogs to try and gain an inkling of insight.

What I found was that the people who don't like it here are mostly the people who prefer the obvious humor, like I Love Lucy rather than, say, The Vicar of Dibley.
That's not a bad thing, it just is.

I simply prefer to stay away from the obvious, for the most part...or most likely I'm so obtuse that I don't see the obvious and always enter through the back door.
I mean hey, I like to watch the antics of Moe, Larry, & Shemp every now and then, but I don't want a steady diet of it.

What appeals to me is the humor that is expressed in the lift of a brow, or the accent on a particular word, the twist of a phrase.
Not Keystone Cops.

For some people, the reverse is true.

Again, neither is a bad thing, just different.

I have learned that some people take themselves far, faaaaar too seriously.
I have no idea how to even do that.
I was chatting with a friend of mine the other night and received this message:
"It's funny: I know you have a serious side to you, and that's a side that I respect and admire, but as far as your own self-image goes ... I can't imagine anyone who takes his or herself any less seriously than you. Your goofy demeanor, and the way you poke fun at yourself is something that tickles me no end. Your sense of humor is as deep and sincere--and wacko--as any I've run across."

That's one of the best compliments ever.
"Wacko" is the new "cool".


So to all the people who 'just can't get into' anything here...I salute you!
I don't understand you...but I don't have to.

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This fall I have been invaded...

*shudder*
I am TERRIFIED of the damn things.
The other night I was on the computer and my daughter runs in to tell me that one of them was on the mat by the front door. I told her to run in my bedroom and get my bug-killin shoe (nice flat, hard sole).
She got halfway into the kitchen and I heard a scream and the words, "MOM! HELP! WE'RE SURROUNDED!"

*sigh*

eat me, pilgrim

Happy
Thanksgiving!

Travel safely, eat heartily, and be thankful.
May all your wishbone wishes come true. ;)

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I'm not going to do a whole long list of all that I'm thankful for (you can thank me for that later), but I am going to say that I am thankful for all of you who have wrapped the threads of your lives around my own, helping to weave a beautiful tapestry.
I ♥ you.

A Deer In The Headlights

I swear, ever since this whole Blog Thunderdome thing started, my brain is frozen in fear. Or something.

Usually, this place for me is like....well, like coming home from work and shouting "HONEY! I'm HOOOME!" and then you say "Tell me about your day, dear."
Whether you're really listening or just going "Mmm hmmm, that's nice dear" to placate me, doesn't matter. Either way I'm pretending that you're listening.

So I suddenly find myself not wanting to tell. Or more accurately, I can't think of anything to tell.
From the comments over there, people have said "But I couldn't find anything funny about it".
I think they've gotten the wrong idea. I'm not trying to be funny. I'm just trying to share my day with you. So when they say it isn't funny...I hope they realize that just isn't an insult to me.

Anyway, all that was just an overly long preface to the fact that today I am scraping the bottom of the barrel and offering you what was originally a guest post at my pal Janet's, back in September.
Forgive me if it's old news to you, and you caught it the first time around.

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I was reading an interesting post quite ago at Genuine's, regarding the community of blogging and more specifically, Dooce. In the comment section I actually saw what he was saying take life...insofar as the dooce-lovers and dooce-haters.

***Don't get your panties in a wad, I'm not getting ready to do any dooce-bashing. Throttle back.

One thing in particular that I noticed was that the ones who love Heather are quick to jump to the fore with "I love her because she blogs for herself, not anyone else."

Really? Is that some kind of new concept?

It reminds me of a blog review that I read, wherein one of the reviewers said that it was refreshing to read a blog that the person wrote for themselves, not the audience.

So, I want to know...what's the distinction?

Who do you write for? For me? For everyone else but you?
I seriously don't understand that whole line of thinking.
Some people have to write. They need to do it. Some people consider it therapeutic (when I first started my LJ, I definitely fell into that category). Some people just have something to say, and this is their forum for saying it. Some people just have nothing better to do with their time.

So, who are they writing for again?

For me, it isn't about how many comments I get, numbers-wise. It's about the people who are leaving the comments. Those people who I can connect with, bond with, interact with. The feedback I get on whether I'm thought to be right or wrong. The support I get when I need encouragement. That's what it is about, for me.

So, who am I writing for again?

Let's face it, people~~I'm never going to have a readership in the hundreds...and that's okay by me. That's never been a goal.

I'm never going to write something earth-shattering, something that will change the world, stop world hunger, or bring about world peace.
There is no "format" here.
There is only me.

I simply share the flotsam and jetsam of my humdrum life, in hopes that you'll have a similar experience to relate.

In blogging for you, I'm blogging for me.
If you should find something amusing...so much the better. I can laugh at me, so you're welcome to join in.
I blog about my life, my kids, my job, my thoughts, opinions, and beliefs...

So who else could I be blogging for, if not myself?

It's all about me.
I'm just sayin'.

Scent of a Hangover

but first...
Many of you know *coughMommaKcough* that I have a thing for limericks.

So in honor of two highly entertaining (and mostly simultaneous) conversations I had today in which I actually had to cross my legs to keep from peeing my pants (hey, once you have kids, sometimes bladder control is an issue), I give you the following:


There once were two Sisters Bizarre
One of whom tp-ed inside a car
Oh that Ivy and Jules
Love to break all the rules
And are both chasing Follow That Star.

One of them got treated to an original, one of a kind song written and performed by yrs. truly.
And as an added bonus, a mother/daughter duet of "Genie In A Bottle".

**For Jules' eyes only: Did you do the thing at the place today? ;)

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Now children, pay attention. The following is an example of what can happen when you drink too much, have a hangover, and converse with others who have the same problem.
Don't try this at home.

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Drunken blogging virgin.

9:34pm
Kids are asleep.
I was going to get wine...but I was too lazy to drive to the liquor store (seriously, it's like...three whole miles away) so I thought I'd try some Smirnoff thingies in different flavors (black cherry right now). I'm a lightweight, you see...I rarely ever drink so I'm figuring in another hour I'll be passed out over the keyboard, where my drool will short circuit the thing and it'll start a fire, and then the smoke will keep me passed out, so...if you see my "REGARDING MONTY" post come up in the next couple days, you'll know that it was a tragic death due to fire and where to send flowers.

So I'm into the second bottle from the first six pack, and so far, nothing. Not a buzz. And I CHUGGED the first one in about 3 seconds.
So this experiment might not work...I SHOULD have gone for the Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum and Coke. Yum.
Dammit.

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10:13PM
**note to self: do NOT eat large quantities of pepperoncinis with pizza before drinking.
Bleurgh.

I love cornhuskers hand lotion.
I hate that they put clear lids on Pringle's cans, because I've stubbed my fingers on the lid twice now.

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10:37pm
I wish this stuff would kick in, because I'm nt even feeling a buzz.(green apple flavor now)
It IS creating some lovely, long, drawn-out belches. YEAH. A prize any man would treasure, I am.
Tommy recommended I use spelll check, but I figure, why start now?
I'll be regretting that decision in the morning.

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11:15ppm
Say, did ou know how I got my mane aka-monty?
Because I love all things monty python. and I watched all the movies a million times.

Okay, that wasn't a very good stoory.

I need a scigarette.
I disabled my webcam just in case I was tempted to do something foolish.
Go me.

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1200ish

I'm glad I left the window open onmy compouter, becosua I can't remember my passworld

I think i want to go leaves ome commetns on my fiend's blogs. I'll bring smirnoff thingies. (rasberry)

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some time and there's nothinggood on tv
and my daughter got up and requestec that i p:LEase stop singing so luod.

To all you beople with the smap filters...it took me about seventy five tries to get the correct numbres and letters in.
Just so you realize my didication to you.

I have got to stop watching supernanny.
I relaize that they are specific cases, but the parents are all like 'oh dear it breaks my heart to have so tit them on th NAUGHTY STEP!'
and "i can't disciplne thme because they won.t like me anymore!'

Seriosuly. Bust that ass.
If my kid dosent dislike me at least once a day, im'm not doing something right.

I just wonder how a kid gets to be seven years old, or six, or five, or whatever, and think it is OKAY tohit and punchg their parents.
How do they learn to do that? How do htey learn that is accceptable behavior?

Anybody know?

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whothehellcares it is dark and i want ot sleep

I wish I had osme ice cream
I am a jealous person.
There. NOw I said it.

I'm yealous of you.

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please forgive me. I've been informed that this post was only good if you were drunk whe you readd it.
I got it all ass-backwards.

A quickie...

Thanks so much to all of you for gettin' my back over at the Thunderdome.

Even if you only did it for the sex.
And I'm grateful to have the literate crowd on my side. :)

I've decided that I need to maybe step things up a notch...so tomorrow we will be experimenting in drunken blogging. I have no idea how it's going to turn out.
I will say that I'll do my best not to puke on your shoes, and I may try to pick one or more of you up and take you home for a one night stand.
Is that okay with everyone?

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A nod to my Mommy-blogdom...

Daughter: "You're my favorite mom."

I'm not quite sure how to take that remark...

Masochistically yours, Aka_Monty

Remember when I said I was a Contest whore?

It seems that little proclivity has come home to roost...and bite me squarely on the ass.

One night long ago I submitted this site to Blog Thunderdome.
Perhaps I was feeling a little cocky..most probably I was just drunk and lonely.
And now I have received notice that I'm coming up for nastiness and torture review.
I believe I just soiled myself.


The bad news is...
If I lose, I am BANNED FROM BLOGGING for two whole months.
That may or may not make any difference to you. Some of you may actually rejoice.

The good news is...
I have bribes.
AND I am publicly offering to have wild monkey sex with any (or all)(or all at the same time) of the judges in exchange for a vote for me.

And most importantly, not only do I get to bash my opponent, I get to give myself the smackdown as well.

In addition to the wild monkey sex:

I've learned to build a perfect pint of Guinness for Dave.
I have two bottles of quadruple-filtered vodka in the freezer for Brad.
I may offer Carnonymous a look at my boobs.
For the beautiful and charming TJ...what's this? 25lbs of Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee? Why yes, yes it is.
LingLing scares me a little, so I brought a cat-o-nine-tails and a super-size bottle of Tums.
I got mugged looking for some good drugs out on the street for Malfouka, so the best I can do is share my Zoloft & a carton of smokes.
I do have several bottles of margarita mix and some José Cuervo for Evil Minx. A BARREL of José.
Captain Platypus can have whatever he wants.

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Now, I'd appreciate it if you will all run on over and indulge in some good old-fashioned ass-kissing for me.

And if you'd like to help me with my own demise, please email me with your own critique of this site. Don't hold back.

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My consolation in all of this is that when if I lose, I will have that much more time to stalk you all, leave multiple inane comments on all your posts, until you break out the restraining orders. Norman is accustomed to this behavior from me...the rest of you may find it a little frightening at first.
You'll get used to it.

A quick note...

...before I get buried beneath my work.

Thank you to the always fabulous and generous Michele, for choosing me to be Site of the Day yesterday.

And a special thank you to everyone who visited me. I enjoyed your company and your comments.
AND the fact that you saved me one biscotti for breakfast.
And THANKS to whoever washed up some spoons to help me save my inkpen.
And who the hell clogged the toilet? >:(

Rest assured that I am looking forward to returning the favor and visiting you.
And I'm not knocking first. And I'm bringing a camera.
:)

It was a lovely way to start a Monday.

I am practiced at the art of the non sequitur...

...because rarely am I relevant and even less often do I make sense.
The Pointless Blogger, as Mamacita accidentally called me. I'm thinking of changing my name.

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WELCOME WELCOME! This is such a surprise! Had I known that you and Michele were coming I would have picked up the dirty underwear off the floor.
Help yourself to coffee, mugs are in the cabinet to the right of the sink. Please don't eat all the biscotti.

THANKS MICHELE! :) I ♥ you.

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Yesterday I was behind a car and thought of FTS when I saw the bumper sticker
I ♥ Colorado

Anyway, I pulled up to the stop light where I watched the guy shoot the finger...at the stoplight.
HAD to be the light, because the only other person around was ME and I was behind him and hadn't done anything to deserve it. Okay, maybe a little tailgating, but that's it.
I thought perhaps he was giving the finger to the lady in the passenger seat, but he was staring straight ahead and aimed it toward the stoplight...

So, why waste a nice, perfectly executed flip-off on a stoplight?
It can't even see you. Plus you don't even get the satisfaction of a reciprocal EFF YOU gesture, horn honk, nasty threats...or even the rare but extremely deadly "DOUBLE BIRD" shot.
What's the point?
I's jes' wondrin'.

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I wore my tennis shoes all day yesterday sans socks.
Now my shoes are stinky.
*sigh*

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You ever notice that when you loan your car to someone and then get in it for the first time, after spending 30 minutes getting everything readjusted to PRECISELY the way it was before...you start the engine, take off, and it drives funny?

Or is it just because my brother & dad always just drive the shit out of all cars?

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Have you ever stirred your coffee with a pen because you didn't have any clean spoons?
Oh....yeah, me neither.
I was just asking.
For research purposes.
Really.

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I have caught my daughter sneaking around reading....
......
......
.....the encyclopedia. Twice.
Heaven only knows how many times she's done that and I haven't caught her.
I certainly hope that you don't think I'm the kind of parent who condones that type of behavior.
;);)

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Now I have to go wash my donut down with some chocolate cake.

I know a good idea when I hear it.

Jules (aka Stumpy) had the great idea for us (single) ladies to start a blogging commune.

I think it's a fantastic idea. Two computers per (communist?) person...

Now accepting applications for hot guys to join us.
And women who are...less attractive than me, so I get all the attention.

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**UPDATE**
Ladies Only: Which of our boy bloggers would you like to invite to join our commune?
I'll tell if you will. ;)

The Untitled Post

My Prayer For The Day...

Thank you Lord for
paydays and long weekends
coffee filters and hazelnut creamer
pimiento cheese spread and crackers
the kindness of strangers
generous hearts
and the strength to smile in the face of adversity.
Amen.
P.S. Most especially thank you for special gifts that come in the mail.
Amen.

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Reason #407 why I Love My darling Lu:



THANK YOU! *SMOOOOOCH*
I even put on chapstick for that...cherry flavor.
Hope you enjoyed it.

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Off Topic:
Okay, so I was wrong~you DON'T know who you are.
Nonetheless, I ♥ all of you who apologized for no apparent reason.
I most especially ♥ the ones who brought margaritas.
:)

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I was watching PBS the other night and saw Steve Martin receiving the Mark Twain Award for humor...
I've had a serious crush on him since I first listened to Comedy Is Not Pretty on a VINYL album.
He'll be playing Inspector Clouseau in a remake of Return of the Pink Panther.

I'm fairly sure that I'd still marry him.

STEEEEEEEEVE! WHERE AAAAAAAAARE YOU? I'm waiting... *tap tap tap tap*

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You ever have one of those days when you just want to throw up your hands, sink to the floor sobbing and whine "It's just too hard!!" like a three year old?
Yeah.
Then the moment passes, you get up, wipe your tears, and smile....


...while you start plotting revenge against those who made you feel that way. (ie: The World)
Yeah.

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Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some serious catch-up blog reading to do. I hope you have cookies.

Flashback Thursday....

...is cancelled this week.
Sorry. I know how much you were all looking forward to that. *snort*
Come back next Thursday.

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Good job to those of you who tried to guess the movie quotes~~~Kevin got the most correct.
Way to go!

1. "Sorry boss, but there's only two men I trust. One of them's me, the other's not you."
CON AIR. Nic Cage to John Cusack (a definitely yummy scene)

2. "I play hockey and I fornicate, 'cause those are the two most fun things to do in cold weather."
MYSTERY, ALASKA (I love you, Russell!)
Ron Eldard ("Skank" Martin), apologizing for sleeping with another man's wife.

3. "It's a Zen thing, like how many babies fit in a tire."
WAITING FOR GUFFMAN (a must-see movie).
One of many great lines from Corky St. Clair, aka Christopher Guest.

4. "Ooohh, a pissing contest, can I watch?"
LEAP OF FAITH. Debra Winger to Steve Martin & Liam Neeson.

5. "Why is that you have twenty-four different kinds of pork rinds and you only have one kind of peanut butter?"
THE SUPER. Joe Pesci the slumlord...

6. "Look, we all go way back and uh, I owe you from the thing with the guy in the place and I'll never forget it."
OCEAN'S 11. Elliot Gould to (my future ex husband) George Clooney.

7. "Either he's alive or he's dead, or the cops got him...or they don't."
RESERVOIR DOGS. Mr. Blonde (Michael Madsen) to Nice Guy Eddie (Chris Penn)

8. "And with a flick of my wrist, I could change your religion."
THE THREE MUSKETEERS. Milady de Winter (Rebecca de Mornay) to Cardinal Richelieu (Tim Curry). He's...smarmy.

9. "The central message of Buddhism is not 'every man for himself'."
A FISH CALLED WANDA. Jamie Lee Curtis as Wanda educating Kevin Kline's Otto by not calling him stupid.


10. "We are a covert anti-terrorist team that is so secret, when we snap our fingers...NOTHING HAPPENS."
FACE/OFF (I *heart* this movie) Sean Archer (John Travolta)...who was also responsible for one of my other favorite lines from this movie: "I hate to see you go, but I LOVE to watch you leave!"

Yes, I've actually used that line myself.
With excellent results, I might add. ;)

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Off Topic...
My feelings are hurt.
You know who you are.
Boo urns.

Movie Junkies

But first...
I love music.
This morning Rare Earth set the tone for my day.
Let us all join hands and get our kumbaya-yas and sing together

I just want to celebrate
Another day of livin'
I just want to celebrate
Another day of LIFE!

Now, don't you feel better?

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In honor of my pal Kevin at Poop'D Culture (the blogger formerly known as The Rant King), today we'll have us a little quote game.
Kevin provides those geeks nerds movie junkies like me a regular feature of "Who Said That?" movie trivia~~it is a favorite of mine. But he doesn't get to play.

So now I will choose some quotes from some of my favorite movies...
and you can try to guess them. If you're feeling like a smartass smart, you can also name the person who delivered the line with such feeling.

This is for you, Kevin. ;)
(man, that sort of sounds like you died, doesn't it?)

Of course you are all encouraged to play too, and give him some competition.

Now, someone please go tell Mr. Poop'D Culture to get his ass over here. Thanks.

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1. "Sorry boss, but there's only two men I trust. One of them's me, the other's not you."

2. "I play hockey and I fornicate, 'cause those are the two most fun things to do in cold weather."

3. "It's a Zen thing, like how many babies fit in a tire."

4. "Ooohh, a pissing contest, can I watch?"

5. "Why is that you have twenty-four different kinds of pork rinds and you only have one kind of peanut butter?"

6. "Look, we all go way back and uh, I owe you from the thing with the guy in the place and I'll never forget it."

7. "Either he's alive or he's dead, or the cops got him...or they don't."

8. "And with a flick of my wrist, I could change your religion."

9. "The central message of Buddhism is not 'every man for himself'."

10. "We are a covert anti-terrorist team that is so secret, when we snap our fingers...NOTHING HAPPENS."

Good luck!

A meme-like thingy.

As taken from Easy...

From the list of ALL TIME 100 NOVELS, here are the ones I've read (**note: I must also offer the disclaimer that I do question the inclusion of a few of them as TOP Books, but hey, I wasn't the one in charge of making the list. Although I probably should have been):

1. Animal Farm
2. Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret
3. Catch 22
4. The Catcher In The Rye
5. A Clockwork Orange
6. Deliverance
7. The French Lieutenant's Woman
8. Go Tell It On The Mountain
9. Gone With The Wind
10. The Grapes Of Wrath
11. The Great Gatsby
12. The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe
13. Lolita
14. Lord Of The Flies
15. The Lord Of The Rings
16. 1984
17. One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest
18. A Passage To India
19. The Prime Of Miss Jean Brodie
20. Rabbit, Run
21. Slaughterhouse-Five
22. The Sound And The Fury
23. The Spy Who Came In From The Cold
24. The Sun Also Rises
25. To Kill A Mockingbird

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I find it ironic that many of these titles were also on the Top 100 Most Challenged Books list...

I rock, I roll, I rule...

...AND I WON!
LU'S Loaded Questions V

I get a priiiiiiiiize, I get a priiiiiiiize, and you ain't gooooooot one, and you ain't gooooooot one...

I am releasing my inner child.

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Now I would like to extend the invitation for you to try to steal my beautiful tiara and play the next round of
LOADED QUESTIONS VI

**Please make sure to READ THE RULES OF PLAY

C'mon, you KNOW you want a chance to beat me.

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Off topic~~Uppity, self-righteous bitches really piss me off.
Is all I'm saying.

Teen Angel...can you hear me?

Anyone remember those songs of the 50s & 60s, where the girls were always dying in car crashes?

"Are you somewhere up above, and am I still your own true love?"
"I lost my love, my life, that night..."

So we decided to go with the "Teen Angel" theme for Hallowe'en.

I now present to you...
Bride of The Leader Of The Pack

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Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little girl like you...


All ready for her big date...


I think she's happy her head stayed (re)attached after digging her way out...


She came home at least as alive as when she left. :)

I was just thinking...

I was watching a commercial for a made-for-TV movie that is going to be on this Sunday (I think).

Then I saw the Cast Of Characters.

I think "Category 7: End of the World"

should actually be called
"Category 7: End of Some Already Mostly Dead Careers"

Or is that too long for a good title? ;)

FLASHBACK THURSDAY

Yes kiddies, it is time once again for that Show of Shows...

Flashback Thursday!

Can't you just feel the excitement. Oh yeah.

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but first...
So busy this week...no time for blog-reading. I look forward to catching up with all of you this weekend. I have not forgotten you.

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From "The Year Of The Zoloft"...


I find it interesting that some people are so self-important that they'll take 'credit' for just about anything, whether it REALLY had anything to do with them or not. How gauche.

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Do people still drink hot tea with milk and sugar in it? Because I've recently developed a taste for it, for some strange reason...

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Why don't some men understand that 'NO' really does mean 'NO'? I was thinking about some of the men I've dated in the last year and half...to a man, they all had a fascination with my back. Or my skin. Or something. Every hug seemed to involve hands (not mine!) sliding under the back of my shirt.
This makes me uncomfortable, unless it is done by someone I'm sleeping with (or anticipating sleeping with).
OR (and this REALLY gets my goat)...the fucking tickling. My skin is very sensitive and I'm very ticklish. Now, WHY O WHY do men persist in touching me in EXACTLY the spots I say NOT to because they're so ticklish? It is NOT fun for me. My sides are sensitive to a light touch. My back. My feet. My belly. ALL very ticklish spots for me. (unless I'm in the 'heat of the moment', that is).
So why, when I say, "That tickles, please don't do that", do they IMMEDIATELY do it again?
Now, if I'm in an intimate situation with someone (that involves partial or full nudity), that's different. But if you're just getting to know someone...
It's disrespectful, in my mind. Do my wishes count for NOTHING? Do some men suddenly go deaf when they hear the words 'NO', 'DON'T', or 'STOP'? Am I over-reacting?
I try to be nice...the first couple of times. After that, they'd better hide their nuts.
So there.

Today was a Krabby Patty day...
by which I mean that I was 'krabby'.
My new bumpersticker:
Honk if you hate customers

*HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK!*

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Man, I was bitchy last year.

Oh, wait.... ;)