Deb Smouse, the undisputed Queen of Weblogs has moved:
With a nifty new design, comments, and hot pinging action for us guys!
*squeals with delight*
Please adjust your bookmarks accordingly, and watch your step on the way out.
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Category: As The Web Burns
Looking for web drama? We got lots of it!
The First Amendment for dummies.
(Does this sound like anyone you know? I can think of at least five people off the top of my head….)
Idiot: “Dammit to hell, this ‘Freedom of Speech’ stuff is bullshit. We don’t have it!”
Me: “Sure we do.”
Idiot: “Everytime I open my mouth, someone attacks me in my comments.”
Me: “Well, they have freedom of speech too, remember?”
Idiot: “It’s not RIGHT!!!!”
Me: “Yeah, that “freedom” stuff is a bitch, ain’t it?”
Continue reading “The First Amendment for dummies.”
Oh, a wise guy, nyuk, nyuk…
I have to remove his link here at work, so I figure I’ll bookmark this here since I can hear internet radio at home.
All About This with Tony DelVecchio
Tony DelVecchio is a man who learned long ago to take life with a sense of humor, and to survive it by living by his wits. He grew up in a tough Italian neighborhood in Newark, New Jersey.
How can you *NOT* love this guy?
Missing in Action
Chloe is back (well, sorta. That and the NEPA blog seems to phase in & out of reality. But I saw it last night, with a new post on Watermelon Punch for the first time since Aug. 16th. Really.)
Any clue on the status of Kira or Mr. Larry, anyone?
(I’ve known about Mr. Larry for a while… I just figured he took a break after coming back from South America)
Jon visits Louisiana?
Batgrl dating a blogger?
Batgrl and Jon Sullivan?
Is the world ready for this?
THIS JUST IN: Woman calls in sick from work.
But here’s the kicker. Get this…. She actually *WAS* sick. (???)
No, No, NO Maria!!!!! You NEVER waste your sick days actually being “sick”. Sick days are for when you want to go to a baseball game, or play hooky from work, and don’t want to use up any of your personal days or vacation time.
You know, you do the “sick voice” (*cough* *cough* …like you’re *REALLY* fooling your boss. Come on! They make you do twice as much work tomorrow, no biggie.)
Tomorrow, I will attempt to explain why I can’t seem to hold a job down longer than six months. :0)
Congratulations. You win.
No stupid weblog is worth me either losing my job, or having those I love more than life itself, taken away from me again.
Well, this will be my last ever post with Kare or Nico in it.
Kare talks of contacting my boss, knowing damn well he has nothing to do with this site, neither does my ISP host it.
She also talks of “other avenues” she can take if that doesn’t work.
I know damn well what that means. They don’t deserve this shit, but you don’t care. I ignored your garbage for the longest time, so you resort to attacking those closest to me.
She’s in a tizzy over a post from a week ago, and is demanding her link removed. This comes from the same person famous for saying “I have the right to say whatever I want. If you don’t like it, don’t come here.”
Apparently, I *DON’T* have that right. Or to even simply link to a page where she’s bashing me. At least not without a cost of something important.
Continue reading “Congratulations. You win.”
Screw you guys… I’m going home.
Ok… here’s the deal.
As of a few minutes ago I have officially been up for 42 hours.
I’ve been having a fight in the previous comments, as MT keeps calling me “a retard” (shut up.)
Lisa has ordered me to step away slowly from the computer and go to bed, and promises that I can finish fixing this site tomorrow, and it still will be here when/if I wake up.
Best wishes and a quick recovery to Faith, who was just in a bad taxi accident.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….
Happy Rosh Hashanah
I had *SO* wanted to send this card to Faith for Rosh Hashanah tonight:
Unfortunately this is for paying members at E-Greetings.com… of which I am too cheap not a member.
Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, right?
(Had that been Orange Juice in that glass, this card would have been perfect.)
To everyone celebrating New Years tonight at Sunset: Happy Rosh Hashanah!
Weird phone call day
Well, it’s official… Skarlet is my first official ping for her “Weird Phone calls“.
Only three people in the entire country *DIDN’T* know yesterday was a National Holiday…
…and they *ALL* seemed to find her.
I do believe today’s message came darn close though. It was anonymous left to our editor, which I had to hear in case the story ran on the web. It involves the closing of a chain of stores and the photo had an employee crying at the prospect of losing her job:
The phone call:
“I can’t believe you put a BLACK WOMAN on your front page!!! I swear to God, I’ll never buy your paper again if you don’t remember that WHITE PEOPLE come first…. those goddamn Blacks are ruinin’ everything here!!!”
Of course my only response was “well, a ‘heil hitler’ to you too, sir!”, followed by much laughter and jokes involving generations of inbreeding by our staff.
We will miss his patronage… as well as “Mr. Bunker’s” wit and wisdom.
Aw hell, we were also called “Socialists” in the “Letters to the Editors” page today, because we all think Ashcroft is a totalitarian asswipe (my words, not the papers. I’m paraphrasing.)
The phone call was anonymous, of course.
And if it makes a difference to anyone out there, the woman was Puerto Rican, not Black. I know her.
Welcome to 1950’s Mississippi.
*pops alka seltzer, yet still can’t control the giggling over stoopidity*
I guess I owe you an explaination…
Why are you such a self-absorbed, evil, hateful, arrogant, spiteful little prick?
I’m an only child?
Why can’t you talk about the…?
Because I can’t. All my friends were privately emailed about what’s happened.
Drop it, okay?
You mean it didn’t…?
No. it didn’t.
Why did you leave Surreally?
I love kd with all my heart, and I owe her the world for so many things. I hate seeing her stuck in the middle every time I decide have, uh, fun. She has a business to run, and having a guy that feels the internet is his litterbox there is not a good thing for it.
Truth be told, I was simply planning on finishing out the rest of my sentence offline (hey, it’s only another 5 months…). Next thing I know, Faith and Patti had a spot set up for me.
Not sure if I’m up to blogging again… not that it’s ever stopped me before.
Are you gonna stay at *this spot* for a while?
It would appear so… but don’t look for daily updates, okay?
What’s it like being dead?
Very abstract… like a weird dream. Sometimes, I turn around and look out the window. Sometimes the window isn’t there. It’s very, very cold too. Like permanent Autumn.
Continue reading “I guess I owe you an explaination…”
Mutilated by her husband
oh. my. God.
(Don’t click that link if you have a weak stomach.)
“Holding her captive, Iqbal accused Parveen of having an affair. Parveen insisted that she had never been unfaithful to him, but Iqbal didn’t listen. Instead, he gagged her, bound her feet and hands and hung her upside down from the ceiling. As he beat her with a wooden ax handle, blood began to drip from her arms and legs….”
“Then Iqbal, a barber by profession, traded his ax for a razor. He cut off the lower lobes of her ears, then sliced her nose at the base. ‘He next used a metal rod to poke out my eyes,’ she continues, ‘and then put his finger inside each socket to make sure nothing was left.’… “
She had her eyes gouged out, the base of her nose and her earlobes cut off… all because her husband accused her of having an affair, to which he did he never provided a shred of evidence.
It’s called “Honor Killings” or “Honor Violence”. An all too common practice in places like Pakistan. It mainly goes unreported, and the offenders are rarely punished.
In the case of what Mehmood Iqbal did to his wife, he was given 14 years… which is considered a “life sentence”. Amnesty International was surprised he was even convicted.
“Though Parveen [the wife who was mutilated] rarely ventured outside, when she did, she often overheard people wondering aloud what she had done to deserve the way she looked.”
As always, it’s “what did the victim do to deserve this”… right?
Somebody tell me what century are we living in again?
(Via Rachel Lucas)
