I corrected an oversight this evening and had Tally watch Star Wars Episode 4: A New Hope. Over the next few days we'll catch the other two movies (you know, the only ones that count...)
Tally was rather underwhelmed by the movie, but one thing she did LOVE...James Earl Jones' Darth Vader.
Her comment? "James Earl Jones could kick your ass with his voice! PHYSICALLY!"
We all cracked up. :D
In other news, even though I haven't moved yet, my two kittens have already been transferred from dangerous (not to mention HOT) outdoor living to my future abode. With amusing results...;)
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Overheard inside the car...
"STOP! Only *I* am qualified to rummage in Mom's Black Hole™!"
I guess you had to have been there...
I guess you had to have been there...
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
File this one under "Movies I'll Never Watch, Under ANY Circumstances!"
Have y'all seen "The Client List" with Jennifer Love Hewitt? No? GOOD!
I haven't either, since I was lucky enough to read a very informative review of this stinker at Go Fug Yourself!
Why bother seeing a craptastic movie when there are other folks perfectly willing to do it for you, then write scathing (not to mention SNARKY) reviews about it?
The basic premise of the movie is that Jennifer Love Hewitt is a massage therapist whose husband just lost his job, and in desperation, she accepts a job at the naughty kind of massage place. *Sigh* Plus, she gets addicted to cocaine while she's there. *Sigh* again.
Go read the review, then tell me if you still desire to see this movie.
The best line comes at the very end, and I quote:
"Massage therapists the world over are saying, 'Thank you, Jennifer Love Hewitt, for helping fuel the stereotype that we are all secret prostitutes.'"
Yeah, thanks a lot, Bitch. And thank you, Hollywood, for churning out such dreck.
Tip o' the hat to Lissa, who was kind enough to email me the review.
I haven't either, since I was lucky enough to read a very informative review of this stinker at Go Fug Yourself!
Why bother seeing a craptastic movie when there are other folks perfectly willing to do it for you, then write scathing (not to mention SNARKY) reviews about it?
The basic premise of the movie is that Jennifer Love Hewitt is a massage therapist whose husband just lost his job, and in desperation, she accepts a job at the naughty kind of massage place. *Sigh* Plus, she gets addicted to cocaine while she's there. *Sigh* again.
Go read the review, then tell me if you still desire to see this movie.
The best line comes at the very end, and I quote:
"Massage therapists the world over are saying, 'Thank you, Jennifer Love Hewitt, for helping fuel the stereotype that we are all secret prostitutes.'"
Yeah, thanks a lot, Bitch. And thank you, Hollywood, for churning out such dreck.
Tip o' the hat to Lissa, who was kind enough to email me the review.
THANK YOU!!!!
Back around the 4th of July, I happened to win a contest at my friend Crystal's blog. She and her husband and adorable daughter Elanor (I'd call her husband adorable, but they might both kick my ass...) have fairly recently relocated to Singapore where Ravi has landed an awesome job.
My contest prize just arrived today, and I'm so excited and pleased! It's like it's my birthday and Christmas, all rolled up into one epic ball of WIN!
We have a nifty American Embassy in Singapore tote bag, a snarky t-shirt, a beautiful preserved orchid, a Singapore postcard, and some rather intriguing foodstuffs. Yes, those are indeed seaweed-flavored Pringles potato chips. And some mango-filled cookies. I'm too chicken to try the chips right now, but Silver reports that they taste delicious. We *all* can attest to the tastiness of the mango cookies...NOM. Yes, food doesn't last long in these here parts...;)
Thank you again, Crystal! I love everything, and it will all be cherished (except for the food, that will be devoured. Quickly.) I can't believe I got stuff from SINGAPORE!
And thanks to Elanor, who had the wisdom and kindness, not to mention the manual dexterity, to pull my name out of the hat!
My contest prize just arrived today, and I'm so excited and pleased! It's like it's my birthday and Christmas, all rolled up into one epic ball of WIN!
We have a nifty American Embassy in Singapore tote bag, a snarky t-shirt, a beautiful preserved orchid, a Singapore postcard, and some rather intriguing foodstuffs. Yes, those are indeed seaweed-flavored Pringles potato chips. And some mango-filled cookies. I'm too chicken to try the chips right now, but Silver reports that they taste delicious. We *all* can attest to the tastiness of the mango cookies...NOM. Yes, food doesn't last long in these here parts...;)
Thank you again, Crystal! I love everything, and it will all be cherished (except for the food, that will be devoured. Quickly.) I can't believe I got stuff from SINGAPORE!
And thanks to Elanor, who had the wisdom and kindness, not to mention the manual dexterity, to pull my name out of the hat!
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
"Curse you, Joss Whedon!" (WARNING: SPOILERS!)
So, the girls finally caught up with Firefly; we watched the final three episodes on Sunday night. Yesterday was "Serenity" time.
Oh, dear.
The weeping, wailing, and lamentation could be heard far and wide.
Crying copious amounts of tears, her face and shirt-front wet, Silver sat in my room, shaking her fist and shouting, "Curse you, Joss Whedon! Why did you have to kill my favorite character in the whole show?!"
The twins were almost as upset, but they held it together better. Plus, they were objective enough to remark that it really was a very good film. Despite the killing off of favorite characters.
Silver also said there is no way she'll ever be able to re-watch the series, now that she knows how it ends.
Reminds me of me, a few weeks back, getting rid of my entire Anita Blake series.
The apple doesn't fall far, and all that.
I wonder if she'll ever trust me to pick a movie again...
Oh, dear.
The weeping, wailing, and lamentation could be heard far and wide.
Crying copious amounts of tears, her face and shirt-front wet, Silver sat in my room, shaking her fist and shouting, "Curse you, Joss Whedon! Why did you have to kill my favorite character in the whole show?!"
The twins were almost as upset, but they held it together better. Plus, they were objective enough to remark that it really was a very good film. Despite the killing off of favorite characters.
Silver also said there is no way she'll ever be able to re-watch the series, now that she knows how it ends.
Reminds me of me, a few weeks back, getting rid of my entire Anita Blake series.
The apple doesn't fall far, and all that.
I wonder if she'll ever trust me to pick a movie again...
Monday, August 02, 2010
Memorable moments from this weekend...
-Jim's addition to my Four Rules flashcards:
Mine (so my girls can practice):
His:
-Hunting kittens by flashlight so that the Rabbits could adopt Daley and take him home with them (thank you!)
-Disappearing Appetizer and Disappearing Pie. NOM
-Literally kicking Jim's ass. Once for me and once for JayG, as promised.
-Shoe wars (just kidding!)
-Handing my phone around to everyone so they could talk to Wai, and hearing them go, "It's WAI? NO WAY!" (I'm easily amused)
-The image of Evylrobot Michael in swim trunks, hat, sunglasses, and cowboy boots.
-Apologizing to Ambulance Driver for having said "Shit-tons" possibly within earshot of KatyBeth, only to have him reply, "Don't worry about it, I didn't hear a fucking thing..."
-Having my daughters and/or KatyBeth repeatedly bring the Uno cards to me to be shuffled.
-OkieRhio manning the grill, and thereby rescuing the food from a fate worse than death (that would be moi!)
-MY GUN
-Getting flung off of an inner-tube at high speed, on numerous occasions.
-Apricot pound-cake
-My twins entertaining the guests with their amazing, nostril-closing skills:
-Getting field sobriety tested by Matt G. And failing. "Turn around please, Ma'am and put your hands behind your back." YIKES!
-Jenni shaking her eyes in circles (very freaky!)
-Harley and Tucker going from person to person and getting lovin'.
-Playing Refrigerator Tetris with all of the leftovers.
-Receiving a call from Brigid.
-Being admired for my forearm strength and the muscle definition in said forearms. And for how well my veins pop up!
-Being asked at work if I'd had sex, since my face had "a glow" (FYI, no I didn't have sex, but I did spend time on the water...)
-Moving folks from my "Daily Reads" to "Bloggers I've Met" in my sidebar. :)
-Being aware that some guests were live-blogging or IM-ing. I LOVE BLOGGERS!
-Hearing my daughters' shrieks of (joyful) terror as they were being towed behind a jet-ski on an inner-tube.
-Jim kissing me on the cheek. Because Brigid told him to...
-Eating birthday cake ice cream
-MY GUN
-Giving NcongruNt a chair massage while he was chatting on the Gunblogger Conspiracy IRC, around 4 AM or so.
-Having everyone applaud and cheer when I shouted "I have a GUN!"
-My first gun pr0n:
-Getting to play with a bunch of folks' guns, and having my daughters do the same.
-Hugging folks without being able to tell if they're carrying or not.
-Jim bolting away from bewbies.
-Unbelievably gooey, tasty brownies (are y'all sensing a theme here?)
-Desiree's gorgeous hair. And her husband's too!
-Chatting with Farmmom on the phone, while sitting on the banks of a lake.
-Seeing my friends from work talking to my blogging friends and having a good time doing so.
-Being really sore and very tired, but still feeling GREAT, 'cause it's a GOOD sore and tired.
-MY GUN.
-Most of all, meeting wonderful, incredible people, and catching up with old friends!
Mine (so my girls can practice):
His:
-Hunting kittens by flashlight so that the Rabbits could adopt Daley and take him home with them (thank you!)
-Disappearing Appetizer and Disappearing Pie. NOM
-Literally kicking Jim's ass. Once for me and once for JayG, as promised.
-Shoe wars (just kidding!)
-Handing my phone around to everyone so they could talk to Wai, and hearing them go, "It's WAI? NO WAY!" (I'm easily amused)
-The image of Evylrobot Michael in swim trunks, hat, sunglasses, and cowboy boots.
-Apologizing to Ambulance Driver for having said "Shit-tons" possibly within earshot of KatyBeth, only to have him reply, "Don't worry about it, I didn't hear a fucking thing..."
-Having my daughters and/or KatyBeth repeatedly bring the Uno cards to me to be shuffled.
-OkieRhio manning the grill, and thereby rescuing the food from a fate worse than death (that would be moi!)
-MY GUN
-Getting flung off of an inner-tube at high speed, on numerous occasions.
-Apricot pound-cake
-My twins entertaining the guests with their amazing, nostril-closing skills:
-Getting field sobriety tested by Matt G. And failing. "Turn around please, Ma'am and put your hands behind your back." YIKES!
-Jenni shaking her eyes in circles (very freaky!)
-Harley and Tucker going from person to person and getting lovin'.
-Playing Refrigerator Tetris with all of the leftovers.
-Receiving a call from Brigid.
-Being admired for my forearm strength and the muscle definition in said forearms. And for how well my veins pop up!
-Being asked at work if I'd had sex, since my face had "a glow" (FYI, no I didn't have sex, but I did spend time on the water...)
-Moving folks from my "Daily Reads" to "Bloggers I've Met" in my sidebar. :)
-Being aware that some guests were live-blogging or IM-ing. I LOVE BLOGGERS!
-Hearing my daughters' shrieks of (joyful) terror as they were being towed behind a jet-ski on an inner-tube.
-Jim kissing me on the cheek. Because Brigid told him to...
-Eating birthday cake ice cream
-MY GUN
-Giving NcongruNt a chair massage while he was chatting on the Gunblogger Conspiracy IRC, around 4 AM or so.
-Having everyone applaud and cheer when I shouted "I have a GUN!"
-My first gun pr0n:
-Getting to play with a bunch of folks' guns, and having my daughters do the same.
-Hugging folks without being able to tell if they're carrying or not.
-Jim bolting away from bewbies.
-Unbelievably gooey, tasty brownies (are y'all sensing a theme here?)
-Desiree's gorgeous hair. And her husband's too!
-Chatting with Farmmom on the phone, while sitting on the banks of a lake.
-Seeing my friends from work talking to my blogging friends and having a good time doing so.
-Being really sore and very tired, but still feeling GREAT, 'cause it's a GOOD sore and tired.
-MY GUN.
-Most of all, meeting wonderful, incredible people, and catching up with old friends!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Epic. Party.
Well, I had a fantastic evening! You know why? Because it really looked like my guests were having a fantastic evening, and that's what really matters. :)
Plenty of food and drink, TONS of great conversation, lots of laughter, mix well, and you have the recipe for a good time.
Add guns, and you have a fantastic party for gun bloggers!
Did I mention yet that I OWN A GUN NOW????!!!!!
I received the most fabulous hostess gift EVAR: a .22 rifle from Ambulance Driver, for which I actually have plenty of ammo, coincidentally. And there just happens to be a range here in town...
Oh, and you could hear my shout of "I HAVE A GUN!!!" probably all the way in California...and only a group of gun bloggers would respond to that shout with cheers and applause. :)
I'm relieved, because now I know the State of Texas won't throw me out...I was starting to worry.
Anyway, the party wasn't over until around 3:00 AM, I didn't get to bed until 4:30, what with cleaning up and such (LEFTOVERS RULE!), and soon I'll be at the range, plinking away at targets. Life is very good.
Thank you to all of my wonderful guests, and those absent friends who called, texted, and IMed to wish us a good time. You are all so much appreciated!
Plenty of food and drink, TONS of great conversation, lots of laughter, mix well, and you have the recipe for a good time.
Add guns, and you have a fantastic party for gun bloggers!
Did I mention yet that I OWN A GUN NOW????!!!!!
I received the most fabulous hostess gift EVAR: a .22 rifle from Ambulance Driver, for which I actually have plenty of ammo, coincidentally. And there just happens to be a range here in town...
Oh, and you could hear my shout of "I HAVE A GUN!!!" probably all the way in California...and only a group of gun bloggers would respond to that shout with cheers and applause. :)
I'm relieved, because now I know the State of Texas won't throw me out...I was starting to worry.
Anyway, the party wasn't over until around 3:00 AM, I didn't get to bed until 4:30, what with cleaning up and such (LEFTOVERS RULE!), and soon I'll be at the range, plinking away at targets. Life is very good.
Thank you to all of my wonderful guests, and those absent friends who called, texted, and IMed to wish us a good time. You are all so much appreciated!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Today
is a very special day!
It's SCI-FI's birthday!
It's also Roismhaire's birthday!
Happy birthday, you two! I hope you have a very wonderful one. :)
Oh, I believe I'm having a party this evening, as well.
It's SCI-FI's birthday!
It's also Roismhaire's birthday!
Happy birthday, you two! I hope you have a very wonderful one. :)
Oh, I believe I'm having a party this evening, as well.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Say it ain't so!!!
You are 31% hippie.
You're not in the lowest bracket of non-hippie-hood, but you're close. I advise a field trip to a food co-op or a farmer's market. Do a few interviews and take notes, because there will be a quiz next week to see if you've learned anything.
Are you a hippie?
Take More Quizzes
Okay, I'm lactose intolerant! I drink soy milk! That doesn't make me a hippie!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
I really want to know...
why a man would have a gigantic tattoo of his own first name across his upper back, from shoulder to shoulder. Anyone know? Anyone? Bueller?
Also, I've given this Massage Protip before, but it bears repeating: if you indicate to me that your entire hip hurts, from your lower back into your hamstring, and you request me to focus on this area, TAKE YOUR FUCKING UNDERWEAR OFF. There's only so much I can do if I have to work through the sheet. I've seen it all before, your ass is not special. Thank you.
Also, I've given this Massage Protip before, but it bears repeating: if you indicate to me that your entire hip hurts, from your lower back into your hamstring, and you request me to focus on this area, TAKE YOUR FUCKING UNDERWEAR OFF. There's only so much I can do if I have to work through the sheet. I've seen it all before, your ass is not special. Thank you.
Friday, July 23, 2010
One more week!
Until my big shindig/blogmeet/potluck!
If anyone still needs directions, email me! Lucrativepain@yahoo.com. See, that was easy!
If anyone still needs directions, email me! Lucrativepain@yahoo.com. See, that was easy!
Good News!
Last week, I had a problem finishing my long essay on the Werewolf Legend. I had a long, hard day at work on Saturday, and I didn't get home until 8 PM, and the essay was due at 11. I worked on it until 11:15, then threw in the towel and went to sleep. I set my alarm for 3:30 AM, got up and worked on the essay until right before I had to leave for work, and submitted it to the prof at 7:50 AM.
I'm a grown-up. I had read the syllabus and knew that the professor didn't accept any late work nor any excuses. I figured even if I got no credit, at least he'd see that I had completed the assignment. When I received an email from him later that Sunday, stating that he was sorry I submitted the essay too late to grade, I was not surprised, but I thanked him and told him I'd do better.
Imagine my shock and joy to see an email waiting in my inbox this morning, saying he'd reconsidered and was giving me credit for the essay (with the addendum, "Don't expect me to ever be this generous again." Duly noted, Sir!) I got tons of points taken off because of the tardiness of my submission, but a 68 is far better than a ZERO.
I firmly believe he did this because I didn't whine and beg like a titty-baby, nor make lame excuses, nor complain to the department head, etc. Whatever his reason, I'm very grateful and VERY determined not to make the same mistake again!
That being said, I'd better get to work on my next essay, due tomorrow night at 11 PM...
I'm a grown-up. I had read the syllabus and knew that the professor didn't accept any late work nor any excuses. I figured even if I got no credit, at least he'd see that I had completed the assignment. When I received an email from him later that Sunday, stating that he was sorry I submitted the essay too late to grade, I was not surprised, but I thanked him and told him I'd do better.
Imagine my shock and joy to see an email waiting in my inbox this morning, saying he'd reconsidered and was giving me credit for the essay (with the addendum, "Don't expect me to ever be this generous again." Duly noted, Sir!) I got tons of points taken off because of the tardiness of my submission, but a 68 is far better than a ZERO.
I firmly believe he did this because I didn't whine and beg like a titty-baby, nor make lame excuses, nor complain to the department head, etc. Whatever his reason, I'm very grateful and VERY determined not to make the same mistake again!
That being said, I'd better get to work on my next essay, due tomorrow night at 11 PM...
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
My camera's batteries died...
but not before I filmed some incredible cuteness: KITTENS NURSING!
The two kittens with collars are the ones I'm adopting in a few weeks, Bruiser and Pipsqueak. The kittens will be eight weeks old this Wednesday.
Just before the video ends, you can hear Pipsqueak's distinctive, high-pitched "mew", which gave her her name:
So precious!
The best thing is that they're old enough to purr now. Gotta love the little, purring engines. :)
The two kittens with collars are the ones I'm adopting in a few weeks, Bruiser and Pipsqueak. The kittens will be eight weeks old this Wednesday.
Just before the video ends, you can hear Pipsqueak's distinctive, high-pitched "mew", which gave her her name:
So precious!
The best thing is that they're old enough to purr now. Gotta love the little, purring engines. :)
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Overheard inside a treatment room...
Clueless Client (C.C.): Yeah, so my nephew used to do this when he was in college.
Elisha: Oh, what's that?
C.C.: He used to do massage. Then he got a REAL job.
Elisha (blink blink): Hm. Oh, really?!
C.C.: I didn't mean it THAT way!!
Elisha: ... (thinking: RIIIGHT! Asshole.)
I really can't make this shit up.
Elisha: Oh, what's that?
C.C.: He used to do massage. Then he got a REAL job.
Elisha (blink blink): Hm. Oh, really?!
C.C.: I didn't mean it THAT way!!
Elisha: ... (thinking: RIIIGHT! Asshole.)
I really can't make this shit up.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Two more weeks...
until my shindig/potluck/blogmeet/party!!!!!
Mark your calendars, Folks. Friday, July 30th beginning at 7 PM (but really, you can show up earlier if you like, I'll be here. :))
I'm nervous and excited, since I've never thrown a party like this. Hope y'all can make it out to visit, email me at lucrativepain@yahoo.com for address and directions.
I can't wait!
Mark your calendars, Folks. Friday, July 30th beginning at 7 PM (but really, you can show up earlier if you like, I'll be here. :))
I'm nervous and excited, since I've never thrown a party like this. Hope y'all can make it out to visit, email me at lucrativepain@yahoo.com for address and directions.
I can't wait!
Ass-kicking
My own, that is. I'm referring to the class I'm currently taking, English Composition II, which I had no concerns about when I enrolled, but which is now making me want to rip my hair out. In chunks.
Anyway, extremely light to nonexistent blogging for the foreseeable future, and I'm sorry for my girls having to listen to me whine so much. They think it's funny, though, so I guess it's okay!
Anyway, extremely light to nonexistent blogging for the foreseeable future, and I'm sorry for my girls having to listen to me whine so much. They think it's funny, though, so I guess it's okay!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Silly Gun Poem
I felt like playing. :)
EvylRobot started it:
Black and blocky
was the Glocky
that did slay
the Jabberwocky.
Followed by Jennifer:
Asked did he
upon demise
What could be
the caliber size.
Sarah* continued with:
Jabberwockies, so hard to slay,
will go down if they are shot
with a round starting with “four”
and bearing the name Gold Dot.
Even though I wasn't tagged, I felt moved to write the following:
The Jabberwock, not known for wit
is easy to be stalked.
You merely find a place to sit
and leave him to be Glocked.
He comes galumphing, trailing drool
and doesn't glance my way.
Oh, shit! No Vorpal-ammo, Fool!
He lives to die another day.
Anyone up for more verses? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
*Sarah can be found in my sidebar, under "Cranky Chicks with Guns", but blogger won't let me link in the body of the post.
Feel free to continue the epic!
Lissa, at "Looking for Lissa" in my blogroll (blogger just doesn't like wordpress links, Y'all!), composed the following in comments:
And as in uffish thought she stood,
The Goblin-wock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the front-door wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! NOT through-and-through
My lil' Siguette went snicker-snack!
The four nine-mil's quite turned its head
And put him on his back.
She's quite awesome, isn't she?
EvylRobot started it:
Black and blocky
was the Glocky
that did slay
the Jabberwocky.
Followed by Jennifer:
Asked did he
upon demise
What could be
the caliber size.
Sarah* continued with:
Jabberwockies, so hard to slay,
will go down if they are shot
with a round starting with “four”
and bearing the name Gold Dot.
Even though I wasn't tagged, I felt moved to write the following:
The Jabberwock, not known for wit
is easy to be stalked.
You merely find a place to sit
and leave him to be Glocked.
He comes galumphing, trailing drool
and doesn't glance my way.
Oh, shit! No Vorpal-ammo, Fool!
He lives to die another day.
Anyone up for more verses? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
*Sarah can be found in my sidebar, under "Cranky Chicks with Guns", but blogger won't let me link in the body of the post.
Feel free to continue the epic!
Lissa, at "Looking for Lissa" in my blogroll (blogger just doesn't like wordpress links, Y'all!), composed the following in comments:
And as in uffish thought she stood,
The Goblin-wock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the front-door wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! NOT through-and-through
My lil' Siguette went snicker-snack!
The four nine-mil's quite turned its head
And put him on his back.
She's quite awesome, isn't she?
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I give up.
It really sucks when you've waited with bated breath for a book to come out, then waited some more to purchase it and savored the anticipation of reading it, only to be completely disappointed when you finally get to sink your teeth into it.
See, you can't exactly sink your teeth into fluff, now can you?
I'm a faithful Laurell K. Hamilton reader. I've been a huge fan of her "Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter" series from the very beginning. She CREATED the paranormal suspense genre, which has spawned so many imitators and competitors.
But she totally jumped the shark for me with her latest entry into the series, "Bullet".
If Anita Blake has to fuck one more were-ANYthing, her goddamn coochie should fall off. She should be permanently bow-legged, and damn if she can get anything done, what with all the orgies she *has* to participate in. For the good of humanity, of course. It's all bound up in her magic. Whatever. If I want to read porn ("erotica", if you will), I'll read porn, online, for free. Or I'll read some vintage Emma Holly, an author who KNOWS her stuff, and can really rev my engine. I don't have to spend 20 bucks to read about my former favorite supernatural crime-fighter fucking her way through St. Louis' (and the rest of America's, for that matter) Were community. Sex-sex-sex-FIGHT-sex-sex-sex-MAGIC-sex-sex-sex-PARTY-sex-sex-sex-FIGHT...*yawn*
If I still had my WalMart receipt, I'd take this pile of feces back and get a refund. I think I'll donate it to my local library, instead. Let somebody else try to get some enjoyment from this book. You never know, stranger things have happened!
See, you can't exactly sink your teeth into fluff, now can you?
I'm a faithful Laurell K. Hamilton reader. I've been a huge fan of her "Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter" series from the very beginning. She CREATED the paranormal suspense genre, which has spawned so many imitators and competitors.
But she totally jumped the shark for me with her latest entry into the series, "Bullet".
If Anita Blake has to fuck one more were-ANYthing, her goddamn coochie should fall off. She should be permanently bow-legged, and damn if she can get anything done, what with all the orgies she *has* to participate in. For the good of humanity, of course. It's all bound up in her magic. Whatever. If I want to read porn ("erotica", if you will), I'll read porn, online, for free. Or I'll read some vintage Emma Holly, an author who KNOWS her stuff, and can really rev my engine. I don't have to spend 20 bucks to read about my former favorite supernatural crime-fighter fucking her way through St. Louis' (and the rest of America's, for that matter) Were community. Sex-sex-sex-FIGHT-sex-sex-sex-MAGIC-sex-sex-sex-PARTY-sex-sex-sex-FIGHT...*yawn*
If I still had my WalMart receipt, I'd take this pile of feces back and get a refund. I think I'll donate it to my local library, instead. Let somebody else try to get some enjoyment from this book. You never know, stranger things have happened!
Too good to be true...
So, I made the big announcement about my days being doubled at the spa, right? Things were looking up, remember? Well, the day after the spa informed us of the happy news, my spa manager gave her two weeks' notice, which will eventually leave us with only one front desk person, Bri, who of course can't be expected to work seven days a week.
So, until a new part-time person is hired and trained, the spa is going to continue to open Wednesday-Sunday, leaving me again with only the weekends to work.
Sheesh, I can't seem to get ahead! Add to that the Malfunction Indication Light glaring at me from my car's dash, and you have a recipe for a very unhappy Christina.
Oh, and my English Comp II class started today...with an essay due this very night. Submitted with four minutes, three seconds to spare, and a bigger load of crap you've never seen. Wonder what grade I'll get for manure...
ANYWAY, still had a great day today, took the kiddos to the zoo, post with pics to follow, and we're going to the water park tomorrow...NO PICS! LOL. Hope y'all are out there having fun, stay out of the sun, stay hydrated, and all that jazz!
So, until a new part-time person is hired and trained, the spa is going to continue to open Wednesday-Sunday, leaving me again with only the weekends to work.
Sheesh, I can't seem to get ahead! Add to that the Malfunction Indication Light glaring at me from my car's dash, and you have a recipe for a very unhappy Christina.
Oh, and my English Comp II class started today...with an essay due this very night. Submitted with four minutes, three seconds to spare, and a bigger load of crap you've never seen. Wonder what grade I'll get for manure...
ANYWAY, still had a great day today, took the kiddos to the zoo, post with pics to follow, and we're going to the water park tomorrow...NO PICS! LOL. Hope y'all are out there having fun, stay out of the sun, stay hydrated, and all that jazz!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
WTF, over?!
I dunno, but it would make sense to me, if the State of Texas knew that a particular driver had a history of blackouts, WHILE DRIVING, for said State of Texas to perhaps YANK SAID DRIVER'S LICENSE!!!!
The stupid, it burns and all that.
The stupid, it burns and all that.
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