Sooooooo i might have to add this in the birthday celebrations.

Music : Club Classics, Old Skool House, Acid House, Old Skool Hardcore and Drum and Bass

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I Feel like having another bitch session lol. I wonder if i get irritated TOO easily lol.

1: I Hate when people ask me “how do you do this?” or “How do you use this”…Well I managed to work out it BY MYSELF so how bout you give that a try kmt. Using me like some instruction booklet.

2: Being late (in particular black people) Why is that an invitation or event says 7pm, which means, arrive at 7pm i assume. Yet, you think its ok to arrive at 9. But why?? That means there was no point in actually having a set time if your gonna come whenever you want kmt. Some people even PLAN on being late! Invite says 8pm they’ll be like ” ok i’ll start getting ready at 7 and get there 9″ Erm… WHY?? you just PLANNED that you weren’t gonna be on time? You have NO intentions on being a good person and being on time? Why do you think you’re ALLOWED to be late? What kind of ridiculousness!!

3: When i’m arranging a party or drink up and some idiot asks “What are we gonna do there?” What do you MEAN what are we gonna do? What do you do at drink ups or parties? Why do you need a list of activities? Just turn up and you’ll see init. kmt.

4 : Also when they ask “Who’s coming?” when they don’t know any of the people who i’ve invited, so me telling you jim, bob and Sandra are coming aint gonna make a damn difference to YOU cos you do not know them!! Irritating behaviour

5: People having stupid middle/ last names on Facebook. E.G Shanice odt Minaj …Erm…your name ISN’T Minaj, you DON’T look or act like her, so why you beggin her name? Explain to me? I bet no one calls you Minaj. FACT. Or just having “Don” or “Swaggalicious” or “Boss” in your name. if you WAS a don or a boss, you wouldn’t need to have that as your name because people would know already. You probably wouldn’t even have Facebook either lol. Silly Humans.

6: Dictionary definition of a “Boss” – ‘An employer or a supervisor. One who makes decisions or exercises authority.’  Rick Ross has gassed up a lot of peoples heads! You are NOT a boss. Do you own a business (legal) ? Do you have employers on pay roll? No? Didn’t think so either. So behave yourself.

7: “No homo” I 100% i hate that phrase.. I saw this tweet recently “Hey txt me…no homo” Erm, why is it GAY to text someone? Now i’m questioning the context of your usual text messages! lol. Guys be like “Oh that guy looked sexy in them jeans. no homo” < because im going to think ‘oh he said no homo, thats ok then’. kmt.

8: ” I’m just doing me” – So who was you copying them previous years before you made that decision?? KMT. Stating the Obvious, you was put on this earth to do YOU, why you making it seem like your doing something brand new?

9: Why is it SOME ( i say some before you males start bitching bout me stereotyping you lol) Boys think its ok to talk to women like crap, treat them like rubbish, cheat and hurt them. Yet have the cheek to be like “No one can treat my sister/ cousin like that”. So Why is it you can treat OTHER females like that?  A friend did make a point however, that if a girl ALLOWS a man to treat her like that, then why not? Fair point; however you should treat ALL women with respect. FACT.

10: A question to all females. WHY do you care if another girl is a slag/ hoe/ slut whatever you call them? What concern is it of YOURS how many guys she sleeps with? FACT : Girls only care that another girl is a hoe because that female either A) stole their man B) Broke up the relationship of someone they know or C) is clearly getting more guys than you! Am i Lying? I think not…

11: Guys. This is a BIG thing that some of you do that REALLY irritates my skin! Why do you feel the need to let the world know that you have swagger by writing it in your Facebook statuses, names, on twitter, anywhere that people can see it?! Why do you need to let people know how much you spent on your shirt? Why do you need to let people know that you “Pop bottles” in raves?  FACT: If you REALLY had swagger, people would be able to SEE it. You shouldn’t have to convince me that you have swagger. Swagger is not just about what you wear. Its about how you wear it, how you present yourself to others. Just cos your hat, shirt and vans are the same colour purple, or your wearing that too small Cavalli Shirt does NOT mean you have swagger. You’re only attracting other MEN and GOLD-DIGGERS. If thats what you want then hey, but REAL women don’t care, and thats who you should be attracting!

12: I Write a status on Facebook, and it says for E.G ” i Like Bubbles” then some idiot will be like “Are you still coming 2moro?” or something IRRELEVANT. I’m sorry. But what does that have to do with my status?? Do i not have a wall, or Inbox or Facebook chat, or a mobile phone or twitter for you to ask me that question? are you just being ridiculous on purpose? Kmt

13:  I hate attention seeking people, or people who imply things so you can ask them about it. E.g  I’m talking to someone about jeans, and they’ll be like “oh yeah i saw some and chris said they would look nice on me” Knowing that i have NO idea who chris is so that i can ask who he is. But I don’t care. Actually. And i wont ask about it. How bout dat? kmt.

14: Don’t you hate it when someone you know has an argument, or you overhear one. And then that person will re-tell the arguement, but will change and add things that was never said to make it seem worse than it actually was? Like, why are you lying? That didn’t happen i was there lol. Silly Humans.

15. Everyone knows the Drake track ” I Just wanna be successful” right? I see it in sooo many statuses, quotes etc. Erm, how comes only when it came out you wanted to be successful? So what was your future really saying before that song came out?? lol. hmm…

Well…Thats enough bitching for now. I’ll save the MAJOR irritating things for another blog. Trust me, i have A LOT to complain about If you think i’m too moany a) you don’t know me and b) don’t read any of my other blogs! lol

But anyways, get at me, what gets on YOUR nerves? It can be absolutely anything. Have a good ol’ rant lol..

MissCherry.x

Seems that adoption isn’t always about the adoptive parents, it’s about self proclaimed birthmothers too.  Just not about adoptees.  Check out this entry from Drunkenatheist.com.  This old bitch can work up a whine the most entitled adoptive parent would envy.

First our self proclaimed bithmother draws a never before explored parallel between New Jersey and sucking.  What wit this gal has got.

I bet that Matthew Roberts, birthson of Charles Manson, is so thrilled that he looked into his family tree!

Yeah great lady, make a snarky comment about the adoptee, it’s not we are real live people or anything.

So, apparently the State of NJ is looking to open up sealed adoption records.

Yeah, we know.  I’d like to thank you in advance for blessing us with your opinion.

She then goes on to give us her own personal take on how all this works.  Thanks again.

I love shit like this.  You entered a contract that stipulates you will have no contact with your birthson/daughter after he/she is born.  Period.  End of story.  These arguments are always couched in the context of adoptees wanting to know their medical history, despite the fact that this information is often available to them.  The problem with this legislation is two-fold.  First, it “would give adult adoptees, adoptive parents of a minor or descendants of a deceased adoptee access to their original birth certificates” and secondly, “it would provide birth parents a one-time 12-month period to ask the state to remove their names and addresses from the documents.”

Hey, I didn’t sign anything.  And guess what, I’m to big for my mommie to make me stay away from the registrars office.

And she knows everybody who is anybody.  Funny she wasn’t on my guest list for my last party.  Hmmmmmmm….

In addition to that background, I’ve also known a few adoptees, even fewer birthparents, and I’m sure I’ve encountered an adoptive parent or two in my time.  Needless to say, I consider myself pretty knowledgeable about the process.

Then this…

With all that being said, there is absolutely no reason to need your original birth certificate with information such as your birth parent’s name(s) unless you are seeking contact with them.

Oh really.  Gee I’d like to have it just because it’s my right.  And honey, unless you know any real good spiritual mediums, I ain’t going to be getting in contact with my birth parents anytime soon.

And…

I understand wanting to know about your medical history.  This will probably get me in trouble with my parents if they should ever stumble upon my blog, but fuck it, I’m disclosing it anyway.

No, I don’t think you do understand.  And grow the fuck up, you’re too old to be afraid of mommy and daddy anymore.  Are you afraid they would wash your mouth out with soap over your language, or realize you’re not a virgin anymore?

And oh it goes on….

(And given that Libertarian Boyfriend is Jewish, that could potentially pose a problem.)

OK, I understand the bias against Libertarians, but why is Jewish a problem?

Additionally, my shitbag ex never signed our biological son’s birth certificate.  All my birthson has to go by is the minimal information he filled out on the paperwork, and no legal acknowledgment of his being a biological parent.  (My memory is a little fuzzy, but I am not so certain that he ever even signed away his parental rights.)

So is he a shitbag or just a libertarian, pick one, and lay off the booze.

Using me as an example, if my birthson were to contact me, all I could tell him is “sorry dude, I’ve got no clue!”

Yeah, we see that, clearly.

This is followed by a lot more whining that really doesn’t need my comment.  It’s too poor-me drama soaked to get through with Dramamine.  Read that tripe at you own risk.  It basically comes down to how horribly she was treated, even though she can’t remember it.

Oh and the life of an adoptee is all happy and perfect.  She knows that.  People have told her, even though she doesn’t really care.

And she ends on this note..

No matter how you slice it, your voice is no longer heard.  And that’s one of the biggest problems surrounding the general topic of adoption.

No shit Sherlock, on that we can agree. 

I made the hair myself. The skin is a mod of the “FREE Elf Avatar” skin (which was way too green before for my tastes). The clothes are all my own.

So on the 20th and 21st of November i basically partyed ARD.

To be honest, i havent raved like that for about 2/3 years, it was full on lol.

Saw some crazy stuff and some very crazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy people.

(on media) Watching the news always did make me giggle. It’s comical how our society is so FUCKED we have the audacity to take comfort in it.  We even have the nerve to point out the several different degrees in which we’re FUCKED. – Shane

(on break-ups) This promise ring I got you should be melted down and turned into a tongue ring. Since all our dates and anniversaries didn’t mean shit and would feel better against her clit than your ring finger- Shane

(on people who shouldn’t breed) Wtf, how the hell you g’d up from head to toe with a Coogi coat while you got your baby outside in a daiper. Two, why hell would any adult woman parade her child around with a rosemary draped over her ovaries or testees. Three, all emotionally constipated pyscho bitches should be round up and shipped to New Guinea. – Shane

(on clothing) Ok, question. Where in the history of man law has it been acceptable for any male to wear a)capri’s b)skinnies c)boy cut shorts. Not to tell anyone how to dress but seriously. Some things is common sense. Nobody wants to see your dick and cell phone tucked in one pocket and balls and change in the other. Also, if your an obese woman open back dresses and stretchy nylon material is not meant for you.I have love for everyone but nobody wants to be witness to the evolution of Shamu sprouting legs. Ladies, some of ya’ll do have pretty feet. I don’t suck toes nor have a foot fetish but if you want to wear open toe heels do yourself a favor. A Pedicure is fuckin’ awesome. I promise you, I wouldn’t lie. Dudes don’t be so conceited to parade your girl around in a club thinking your dick or mouthpiece that amazing and get pissed off when you drink a little to much and spend the night alone while she getting the brakes beat off her kitty by one your boys.- Shane

(on ex’s) Ok, when a relationship ends why is it the female always feels the need to say “You’ll never find another like me.” See I have a problem with this statement. Bitch, sorry, feeble creature if I don’t want you why the fuck would I want another like you.- Shane

(on music) Omg.. wtf is the only expression that comes to mind. I don’t even know how or where to begin. First let’s quote a lyric from Juveniles new album ” Call me santa clause cause the way i make it rain dear”  and this is one of his more clever lines.. is this really what music is coming down to.. music needs a savior and it sure as FUCK ain’t weezy.. but his claim is ture.. technically he might be the greatest rapper alive cause he charasmatic.. but as for a lyricist.. dude don’t even write his own material.. no place to stake claims.. now let’s talk about rnb.. as uaual.. r kelly spiritually constipated ass still can’t decide if heaven i need a hug to i’m a playa but your ass is phat can i impregnate you.. quote “can i plant this magical seed” from his song pregnant.. Dude.. this isn’t jack and the bean stalk what are you looking to grow? and i guess in the age of auto tunes 2009.. relationships ain’t shit unless you have a minimal of two chicks.. back to pregnant though.. 4 dudes singing harmony of girl i want knock you up.. regardless of whom the singer is can not make it sound sexy.. they all should commit suicide and join the ufo following behind hailey’s comment.. or move to anchorage alaska and they can star on the 4th kind part two.. now he has a song called #1 and he was as nice to even make a song for his number 2 chick..  and before i forget back to pregnant.. “I can hear the heavens calling let’s make this baby” what i took from it is that he got a txt from jesus saying knock this bitch up.. but didn’t want call cause minutes ain’t free and they have different providers.. like jesus walked up to the windows of they home and knocked on the glass like ey.. r. kelly her ass fat.. better give her that seed.. grow an apple tree and shit..to bad music is refered to as a chick cause they bitch bout to make me go gay.. i’m turning over a new leaf.. jazz or classical all the way.. if it got words i don’t want hear the shit..- shane

(on relationships) ok not saying this is about every chick.. but on some real shit.. majorityly speaking.. females could be football players cause this shits a science..  they will give a dude a his little pep pregame talk.. better do right and not fuck up.. so you go into the game.. and she got the next dude on the bench helping coach.. so first quarter.. you throw an interception (forget a birthday).. end up with the ball again but this time get sack (forgot a date) so this whole time.. you got the bench warmer in her ear.. if that was me shawty.. would be a touch down already.. so finally half time comes.. you get taken out the game.. and #2 steps up to z#1.. keep in mind dude been peeping game from the sideline so he come in like a damn beast.. boom touch down tennis bracelet on a birthday.. kick return..  flowers for no reason in the middle of the week.. and you so damn impressed you rooting the dude on..shits a trip seriously.. not to mention on a whole different note.. a chick will cheat on a good dude for a guy that’s fine while a dude will cheat on a good woman for an ugly bitch just cause the pussy wet and the dick hard.. lord we all need help.. – shane

(on iraq) over an estimated 100 millions of barral’s of oil reserve in iraq at roughly 68$ a barral. you do the math on why we over there.. mmph.. don’t full victim to the double talked lies fed to us for our daily diet of bullshit.. iraq.. afghan.. us military.. eta. all part of the same 7 headed beast- shane

(on alicia keys) I would definately claim any child she produce.. even if it’s outside of me.. just saying.. if you’ve seen the new video sleeping with a broken heart.. purple outfit..  if i was a chick i’d be so lesbin.. – shane

It’s official, I’ve opened up shop in Open Life. Say howdy to Mistletoe Creek Outfitters, a shop which will carry all sorts of Western-themed goods for life in this new frontier. Right now I only have a handful of furniture items available, but each and every item is built in Open Life, and soon I’ll have some clothes and other goods available. A few folks stopped by today and so I gave them free hats.

I don’t know yet if I’ll have a separate blog for MCO or not. We shall see.

Hey Readers…haven’t written on here in a while.

Went out yesterday to celebrate the FIRST part of my birthday (BIG 20 – look out for a blog on that lol) at a rave in Watford.  Maybe i’m just getting old, but i HATE raving now!

Reason 1 – the amount of money i spend BEFORE a rave. i don’t like wearing the same outfit twice. you will NOT see me in the same dress in the same year. FACT lol. i have to buy clothes, maybe accessories, shoes etc. For people to not appreciate my outfit because we’re in the dark most of the time!lol

Reason 2 – Travelling. I hate public transport! i hate trekking all the way to a rave, ESPECIALLY in winter. Time to get my pinky and my car! lol

Reason 3 – I hate Queuing up! again, ESPECIALLY in winter! have u ever tried to stand in heels on a cold ass night in a dress and just be waiting there? toes will drop off!

Reason 4 – Why do people feel the need to be LATE to raves? Why does the rave open at 10 yet you arrive at 1am?? So that the early birds like me (who hate queuing) are standing in a DEAD rave waiting on you late ass people to arrive!

Reason 5 – Stoosh people. You paid how much entry fee to come here to STAND BY THE WALL? Do you not have a wall at your house? so stay there. I don’t appreciate these people ruining the vibe!

Reason 6 – People don’t appreciate music anymore. All they wanna hear is FUNKY FUNKY FUNKY and more FUNKY! i loveeeee funky, been a funky fan since ‘07. Now everyones jumped on the wagon and abandoned all the other genres of music and don’t dance to nothing but funky. (maybe bait bashment) (look out for a blog on this too!) I wanna hear more old skool R & B, bashment (not just movado and kartel!)

Reason 7 – Dj’s PLEASE listen to what the previous Dj’s play. i Don’t wanna hear a repeat of songs over & over again!

Reason 8 – Funky skanks! there is only ONE move people do…You lot know what move i’m talking bout! Everyone dancing like they just came out of a funky factory!

Reason 9 – In the words of Coldsteps…If you can’t dance LEAVE IT ALONE!! Why would you come and stand next to me when “tribal man skank” comes on if you DON’T KNOW THE DANCE? Go and stand in the corner. Don’t mess up my rhythm, that just gets me vex! if you see me screwing in a rave, its most probably because of this!

Reason 10- HYPING over a song. Do not EVER in your life jump up and down near me like a kangaroo on crack because Drake or Apple came on. Behave yourself. KMT. ( I will allow this behaviour however if TRILLA is on stage lol)

Reason 11 – Why would you buy a drink, then walk ALLLLLL the way into the middle of the rave and start skanking. With your drink. In your hand. Have you gone mad? Are you REALLY spilling drink on ma arm? are you? Stay by the bar til you’ve finished kmt.

Reason 12- Girls, i understand, most of you wear weave ( i used to too) but LLOWE putting your hair in my face. i REALLY hate it with a passion. I understand why guys hate girls with weave lol.

Reason 13 – Guys, i do NOT care that your walking around with a bottle of Moet in your hand. I don’t. And neither does anyone else. Getting excited because you bought it in a rave, when its not even THAT expensive and costs around £20-£30 in a shop. You just got BUMPED. So silly is your middle name. If you insist on gettin drunk, just buy a normal drink, grey goose, JD etc. I don’t think anymore of you cos you know how to share a bottle of Champs.

Reason 14 – I don’t understand why people who clearly can NOT take alcohol in public get drunk. If you can’t conduct yourself in a respected, sensible manner DON’T get drunk in public! dropping all over the place looking like an idiot.

Reason 15 – Hypes in a rave. Why are you fighting? Why? Is it REALLY necessary. If You Have a short temper DON’T GO RAVING! You ruin it for everyone else who came here for a good time!

But yeah, thats why i hate raving now lol. i sound like a right old bitch! but Tell me its not true?I did however enjoy that rave excluding all 15points lol

MissCherry.x

1992 was a big year for electronic music expanding beyond Techno-rich cities like Detroit, Belgium and London. In the DC area (where I was at the time) the raves were officially ON. Warehouses, abandoned churches, parks, W-U-S-T! More distinguishable styles started to emerge and many of the BPM’s were getting faster and the breakbeats more prominent. Drum and Bass is beginning to crown. Sampling is king…the hits are being mashed and remixed…opera, classic rock, kids tunes (ahem…a little song about a muppet ‘hood).
A few artists that stood out for me:
Breakbeat: Acen, Prodigy, SL2, The House Crew, N.R.G….
Techno & Trance: Praga Kahn, Eon, Jam & Spoon…
Deep & Tribal: Jaydee “Plastic Dreams” the Wonka label…

And the years best? Well…it is close. I think ACEN’s “Close Your Eyes” is one of the best breakbeat tracks of all time. But the following, a white label mash up of SL2’s “On a Ragga Tip” and the Beatles’ “Hey Jude” (along with other fun samples in this version…Meat Beat Manifesto, Soft Cell, Cheech and Chong!) was the quintessential track highlighting all that was happening in ‘92. An unauthorized remix perfect for an unauthorized warehouse party:

Inferiority; knowing you’re not as good, useless, hopeless, and the one who has to pretend that it’s okay. It’s such a horrible feeling, isn’t it?

This feeling of inferiority struck me on Friday night. It had been arranged that some of my friends and I would attend a “Rave” in London. To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends, but there are some situations I don’t find myself comfortable around them. The idea of being around them, whilst they are drunk and care-free, and I, sensible and sober, it wasn’t one I was holding too high on my agenda.

I had to make the best out of a bad situation… I had already paid for my ticket. There was no backing out now.

I stepped into the club, and instantly felt that it was going to be a night that I wouldn’t want to remember. There was no atmosphere, the music (to put it bluntly), was verging only slightly better than dismal, and the people… Rarely do I ever feel so out-of-place.

Everyone was so young! Granted, it was a 16+ event (I would much rather go out to a proper club night, but none of my friends are of age yet). Okay, it’s only a two-year difference, but still. There’s such a difference, and one I cannot stand to be stuck in.

That wasn’t the worst bit though. The worst thing about the people, was that it was 99% heterosexuals. Never, have I felt so insecure around a collection of straight people. I’m not a particularly “up-front” person as it is, but simply just trying to “find” someone when you’re stuck in “Straight-land”, is utterly horrible. It’s near impossible to tell who is and who isn’t gay as it is; but when pretty much every single other girl (other than myself) seems to be getting off with a boy (they’re sixteen, they still are only boys), it’s unnerving.

That’s not to say I don’t like heterosexuals, but it’s an odd place to find yourself in. All the boys know that they can go and snog, or grope pretty much all of the girls there, and all the girls know they can do pretty much the same with boys, and I’m just there thinking “When is it going to be my turn?!?!” – that’s unnerving.

What I think really made a bad night worse, was having a friend (who is bisexual), playing the “Number Game”.

Yeah, I didn’t know what it was until Friday either. A game whereby a group of friends try and snog as many people as possible on the night.

No, I didn’t join in.

But… I did have to hear a running commentary on how many people my bisexual friend had snogged. Sometimes I was even taken as a witness – the last thing I really want to see is her and her tongue shoved down a spotty-faced adolescent boy.

It gets better though, once she had found a girl, right in the middle of one of my favourite songs, she took hold of me, stopped me dancing, and shouted in my ear that she had got with a girl.

FUCK YOU! (Is what I thought)

Apart from the fact that I don’t care about her crappy game, more importantly, I don’t need it shouted in my ear that once again she’s managed to “pull” or whatever, and I haven’t. Seriously, why does she think I need more reminding about how shit and desolate my love life is, without her making it worse.

In all, I think there was about fifteen-hundred people there that night, and I have never felt so lonely in my life.

I literally spent seven hours, dancing, or at least trying to dance to the crap that was being pumped out of the speakers, hoping that no-one would ask me if I was enjoying myself… For I feared that the reaction would spark some sort of emotional break-down.

The only person there who bothered speaking to me (beyond my group of friends), was the gay man behind the bar. Maybe he sensed how lost I must’ve felt in such a bizarre environment.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if I had been able to take myself out-side, sit and ponder to myself for a bit. Away from the people, away from the crap music, away from her. But I couldn’t, once you went outside, it was a no return policy. And seeing as I was stuck in the middle of London, at half three in the morning, with no knowledge on how to get home, it was a dead-end situation.

So now I make a promise to myself:
“I shall never go out to one of those stupid raves, I will only go to proper nightclubs (and if possible gay clubs), and in the event of “her” informing me of crap whilst I’m trying to make the best out of terrible situation, that I have no need, or desire to know, she’ll be told to fuck off imminently.”

My life honestly has to get better than this!

x

Looking over the past week or so in my blog, it appears I’ve been pretty negative about things lately. So, I’d like instead to mention something awesome instead.

Today the lovely folks of The Faery Crossing had me over to present a show of fireworks. It was a huge success, greatly appreciated by all, greatly enjoyed by me. I love being able to do something that really makes people go “ooh” and “ahh”. And, I must say it, the folks at the Faery Crossing are some of the most generous you’ll meet as well. That CERTAINLY doesn’t hurt either!

In fact, today’s show was such a success, I’ve been asked to return on Thursday night for Guy Fawkes Night. It will be a pleasure and an honor!

This new 2nd single by Calvin Harris is a club smasher. It’s catchy sounds with the hook of the chorus is saying alot.

‘THIS IS LIKE A FLASHBACK,THIS IS LIKE A DREEEEAAAMMM!!!JEEZZZ!!

Here is for yourself…

Movies & TV – Raving, A Film by Julia Stiles Video – ELLE.com

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I also really like her blog entry If no one Tweets about it… did it make a sound?

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Related (since we’re on the topic of raving mad people) – Email, titled something like “how to keep a healthy does of insanity in your life”:

1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.

2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don’t Disguise Your Voice.

3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with that.

4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It “In.”

5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.

6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Cheques, Write “For Smuggling Diamonds”

7. Finish All Your sentences with “In Accordance With The Prophecy.”

8. Don’t use any punctuation

9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.

10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.

11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is “To Go.”

12. Sing Along At The Opera.

13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don’t Rhyme

14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play tropical Sounds All Day.

15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can’t Attend Their Party Because You’re Not In The Mood.

16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.

17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream “I Won!, I Won!”

18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling “Run For Your Lives, They’re Loose!!”

19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. “Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go.”

Talking about raving mad, Roy, the person who forwarded this email gifted me with my very own 500 days of Summer moment. We were about to cross treacherous 2 lane traffic during lunch when he turned and shouted “PENIS” at the passing crowds.

I could get this self-doubt out of my head.  It’s hard when you meet the mistress, and find out she’s not that bad of a person.  I mean, yeah, what she did was totally crappy and ruthless, but all she was doing was following her heart.  She’s in love, much as I was.  He is the villan here.  I should feel nothing but disdain.  That’s why I want this finalized, as quickly as possible.  When I do, I know I won’t look back.

It’s sad, he’s done nothing but lie and manipulate, and yet, I give a damn.  I guess it’s just my nature.  I hope and hope that I can fix things, or maybe it’s just the comfort.  Knowing that someone will be there when I get home, knowing someone will do the things I hate (i.e. going to Walmart, pumping gas).  Having the comfort of someone next to you when you wake in the middle of the night to a loud sound, even though you know a hurricane wouldn’t wake him.  Hell, half the time he didn’t even sleep in the same room as I.  But he would have been the first target, and now I don’t even have that:o) haha.

I’m up and down right now, but it’s mostly up.  I have the greatest friends in the world.  They keep me happy, entertained, and distracted.

I’m so not looking forward to the “dating scene”.  I’m so freaking impatient.  I don’t want to deal with the drama or the annoyance of getting to know someone knew.  I wish it was more like that movie THX 1138 where I’m assigned my mate.  Augh, I don’t want to sit and pretend that your boring stories are entertaining.  I don’t want to hear about your stupid hobbies.  Maybe that’s why I really like the idea of soul mates.  We are pre-sorted and just have to look hard enough to find that other half that makes us a complete circle.  Oh Plato, how I wish you were right, but I guess considering your theory came from a mythical god, I guess I should have seen it coming.  It’s just easier that way.  Some things fit, somethings don’t.  Plain and simple.

I just want my beer, my books, my kitties, and a lot of good laughs.  Cheating douche bags or douche-like-byproducts need not apply.  Also, I don’t really care for lying, so if you do that a lot, and I don’t mean simple white lies, but totally making shit up, I’d prefer if you left me alone as well.  I’ll totally call you out too; I’m a bitch like that.  Just ask anyone.  So hell, I guess the real question, is it worth it to you? I’m very crass and rude.  If you can’t handle that, it’s quite simple, don’t.  And don’t pull this bullshit where you everything is cool and kosher until a skinnier, older version of me comes along, because she doesn’t know your deep dark secrets like I do.  But alas, it will all come out.  Your cracks will start to show, and your personality will lose its shimmer.  Let’s just see if your voodoo works on her like it did with me. 

I actually feel bad for her (minus the calling the funeral home and pretending to be, no worries, again, karma’s got that one).  She seems genuinely head over heals, and he’s really just looking for someone to take care of him and help him with his spending habits.   Hell, he claims he’s been unhappy since the first day we got married.  Really? That’s either total bullshit, or you are a damn good liar.  And I know you didn’t become a good liar until recent.

I can tell you one thing, I will NEVER EVER get married again, and that’s a promise, you can quote me on that.  If for some reason I ever change my mind, you can personally punch me in the face, and I won’t even defend myself.

It’s frustrating to know he’s playing the innocent one and telling everyone I’m crazy, which may be the truth, but everyone already knew that, and it’s definitely not a good excuse to have an affair.  Personally, if I’m around a crazy person that I loathe, I usually end the friendship or relationship STAT.  I don’t want to sit around and see if I’m going to get stabbed in the middle of the night or have some voodoo curse placed on me.  Oh yeah, I do have a voodoo doll, but that’s just bad karma.

I hate when people try to validate their mistakes.  Why not just say, I screwed up, I was selfish and only thought of myself.  I just don’t understand; I pretty much have a no bullshit approach to life and everything in general, so don’t I deserve the same courtesies?

I mean really, you couldn’t even tell your friends and family that you left me and have been  living with your mistress for a couple of weeks? Are you stupid? Were you just going to continue stating that “Kristin is sick; we are working on it, blah, blah, blah” and keep making up erroneous lies? I mean, it works for a bit and all, but it will all come to light.

I can’t decide if you just got in over your head, or if you are really “in love” or if it’s something totally different all together.  I just can’t wait until you are out of my mind.

Well, the best part is for once I can be selfish and do the things I want to do and buy the things I want instead of constantly placating your needs and desires. 

It’s amazing how clean the house is.  All this time, I thought I was dysfunctional and just wasn’t capable of keeping a clean house, when it’s actually because you are a hoarding, collecting, messy slob.

The kitties are suffering.  They are so empathetic to feelings and emotions.  Apparently a couple of people came over to my house while  I was gone this weekend.  They left behind some clues: pictures of me flipped down, toilet seat up (four years of leaving it down seems unusual to start leaving it up now, doesn’t it?).  The cats are 100% freaked out about something that took place.  They’ve been fighting nonstop and keeping their tails all puffed up.

But whatever.  I can’t even remember what this rant/blog is about, nor do I really care.  I’ve become sloppy and lazy with my blog.  I was posting with fervor, but I just don’t have it in me right now.

I guess in essence I am annoyed and irritated at this disruption in my life.  I can promise you a boy (unless it’s of the feline persuasion) will never get me that upset or wrapped up in emotion ever again.  It is 100% not worth it.  I don’t care if I’m alone forever, I won’t fall for it.

So jot that down in your little shiny notebook.  If you fuck me over, I will fuck you over.  One way or another.  I’m very calm and laid back, but it’s generally not a good idea to piss me off. 

There, now you can’t say I haven’t forwarned you.

OH and by the way, did it ever occur to you that I’m so freaking depressed because you are an uncaring, spoiled, selfish, ingrate?  It’s interesting how much happier I am with out you.  I mean it sucks for obvious reasons, but I know I’ll be okay, in fact better than I was with you.

the end.

It may be a spike. It may be another SL “bender” obsession. Whatever it is, I’m toying around with the idea of a small SL kids’ business. Skins, clothes, stuff like that. PJ came up with a brilliant name, and it led me to design a brilliant logo, and I’m not going to reveal either one yet. I want to ponder how I want to approach this.

Also, Clover may be expanding some more very soon. People love her rideable donkey cart and have been asking for one of their own; well, before very long, the very thing will be available. I should really put this in HER blog, lol, but be on the lookout soon for Clover Farms, a subdivision of Clover’s Kitchen.

Also also, my good friend ithi Teixeira has been working on getting her own enterprises started up and off the ground. This week will be the grand opening of the SP Super Bowl, a bowling alley with an arcade and snack bar, right next to her two shops: Ithi Arts (which is cool fractal artwork) and Wear Out Loud, which is clothing featuring her own artwork in its design.

So, here’s to virtual ships starting to come in. May their RL equivalent be close behind.

The title will make sense in a moment – first, a little preamble. “What is PH posting now?” you ask yourself, “That last post was silly. Why would he do such a thing?” The answer is two fold: I love you, and I am awesome in the biblical sense of the word. What follows is, as near as I can tell, the end credit sequence to a very new anime series called Sora no Otoshimono. The title translates as something like  ”Lost Property of the Sky” and is about fallen angels and high-school kids. “Typical!” you think, “I can go on youtube and watch hours of crap like this set to Linkin Park!”

You would be mistaken. If not about kids and the band… about the breasts. And the panties… ah yes, the panties.

Yes, that just happened. Things will never really be the same, I know, but I’m not done with you yet. Now, you shall watch the highly generic preview. It is highly generic! Until about 2 minutes in when it becomes totally fucking sweet. You shall enjoy it, because your equine lord compels you. Love him, and despair etc.

Sources over at AtEaseWeb.com confirm that Radiohead will start working on a new album this coming winter! Despite earlier rumours that the band would not be releasing official albums Ed O’Brien has indicated that this is not accurate, they have not abandoned the album format (insert sigh of relief here!).

In actual fact they really like the ‘physicality’ of albums.  I have to agree with Ed on that.  The combination of art and the composition of songs that make up an album are definitely something I can appreciate.  I still buy music online but I’d rather get my hands on it.  I’m excited to discover where their winter in the country will take their music!

If the band is out there reading this… my offer of a home cooked meal and baked goodies when you’re in town stands.

Last night’s fun at the Cat And Dog brought to my attention the fact that kid avatars aren’t allowed in many establishments. I can understand that we’re all RPing here and if you’re RPing as a bar for adults then people who RP as kids don’t fit in that. But our place is a pub, not a bar; pubs as a rule will allow all ages. But, again, since we’re RPing here, we expect that someone RPing as a kid has someone RPing as a guardian with them. I want to include everyone I possibly can. Nobody likes being discriminated against. But there does have to be some semblance of order; I’m not here to babysit.

So far, it’s working out well. Last night’s DJ was a centaur. Tonight’s is a furry. We’ve had same- and opposite-gender couples dancing together. We try to all be tolerant, welcoming, and mature (read: moderate on gestures and talking body parts, lol); and as long as that continues, we are go. It’s a lesson in patience for me; there are things I personally do not like (like just about any gesture that takes more than 3 lines of text and/or makes the “HOO!” sound, clicky shoes, face lights, and baby-talk-typing) but I’m learning to be patient with all of the above so long as they don’t get so overwhelmingly frequent as to annoy other patrons. I’m trying to find that balance between being all-inclusive “anything goes” and being a hard-ass. So far I think I’m doing OK.

I realize that I may lose some clientele for choosing to allow supervised child avatars in the pub. I really don’t mind that. There are gazillions of nightspots one can go to and not have to deal with pixellated “sprogs” (passing thought: Childfree and Child-av free people… same people? Probably, though not necessarily…). I still loathe talking tummies, though, so if you would be so kind as to shut that thing up while you’re inside I’d be much obliged.

So, yes, pass it on. You can be a kid at the Cat And Dog. You can be a furry at the Cat And Dog. You can be a neko at the Cat And Dog. Just don’t be a grand pain in the ass at the Cat And Dog, regardless of avatar, and we’re good.

Fear of the Living Dead has just revealed their first trailer!

Fingers crossed you’ll be able to catch it at the Zombie Short Film Festival in Toronto next month!

My posts of late have been somewhat reflective and introspective, so you may be expecting this post to be about the signs the universe is sending me to direct me to my purpose…blah blah blah. No, I wanted to write about plain ordinary signs – the boards with words and pictures that tell you where to go – or not.

I stick up for New Jersey all of the time. Armpit of the United States? How dare you! Have you been to Baltimore? Or Central Florida? That place may not have state income tax, but it also has no soul. New Jersey is a cool place. We let people across the country think bad things about New Jersey. We invite visitors to come to New Jersey and be greeted by the industrial sludge surrounding Newark Airport. We do this because New Jersey is already too damned crowded –we don’t need people up and moving here from out of state and making it worse. In actuality, New Jersey is a great place to live: we have beautiful beaches, amazing state parks where you can hike in seclusion for hours, local farms with fresh-picked produce, and all of this only a short distance from the best city in the world (I am referring to New York City, not Philly, lest there be any confusion). So what if virtually every municipal government in our state is corrupt? That just adds to the local flavor. There are a lot of things to love about New Jersey (pork roll, the Giants, Bruce) and the majority of people I know who grew up here want to stay.

So as a big fan of New Jersey, I feel that I have a right to point this out: What in the hell is up with the signage in this state?! If you don’t know where you are going, then you are shit out of luck because there are no signs that will help you. Most road signs in New Jersey are too small, too sparse, unclear (such as an arrow that points to the wrong place), or just plain confusing. 

For example, last week I had a business meeting in West Orange on Prospect Ave, just off Route 280. As I was leaving the meeting and heading south on Prospect, I was trying to remember if the entrance for 280 East was on the left or the right. Unlike some states, there is no standard for the location of highway entrances – sometimes they are on the left and sometimes they are on the right. I will give the benefit of the doubt and assume that a lot of the on-ramps were built after the houses and businesses, thus leading to a certain degree of randomness. Nonetheless, if there is no consistency to how the entrances to highways are designed, at least we should make sure they are clearly marked, right? Wrong. This is how it went:

About 200 feet before the highway, there was a small sign (about the size of a stop sign) for 280 East with an arrow pointing up to indicate that the highway was straight ahead. There was no indication as to whether the entrance for 280 East would be on the right or the left. This is problematic because Prospect has two lanes going each way and everyone in this area drives at least 50 miles per hour on these types of roads, so there isn’t a lot of time to change lanes once you realize you are in the wrong one for the highway entrance. Perhaps a bit of suspense and excitement is a good thing. The photo below from Google Maps shows the sign for Route 280 with a Garden State Parkway sign directly below it. It is a bit hard to see in the sun (a lot like when you are driving at certain times of the day), but it is directly to the right of the car. Please note how small the sign is, keeping in mind that this is a pretty major highway.

Now, the entrance for 280 East ended up being on the left, which fortunately I remembered from when I lived in the area. Directly above the left entrance was a large sign indicating that 280 East was “this way”  as you can see in the photo below. That would typically be a good thing, even though it would still require a quick lane-change if you were on the right. However, the other day when I was on that road the entire sign for 280 East was covered by tree branches. Sigh.

Overgrown foliage covering signs on or to major highways is not an isolated incident – I see it all of the time. Who is in charge here? How can no one notice that a sign is completely covered by trees?! How could someone notice and not feel compelled to trim them back?! I have seen signs completely covered by trees and tall grasses on highways like Route 287 where the average speed is 80 miles per hour in the right lane. The message: If you want to drive on our highways, you better already know where you need to go, dammit. It’s every man, woman and child for themselves.

Then there are the Garden State Parkway signs. The Parkway is pretty much the major thoroughfare for intra-state travel. Yet, on several occasions I have been in a New Jersey town that I know is near a Parkway entrance, like Springfield, but I can’t find the Parkway because the signs point you in the direction but never actually lead you there. You see a small Parkway sign on the side of the road that points to the right. You make the next available right even though there isn’t another sign confirming that this is the right turn that the other sign referred to. Then you drive for two miles without seeing another sign. Are you supposed to take it on faith as you tour some suburb in Northern New Jersey that if you continue going in the approximate direction suggested by the last Parkway sign you will eventually hit the highway? From my experience, a safer bet to play the 22 to 1 long-shot at Monmouth Park Racetrack.

This all became obvious to me for the first time a few years ago following a move out of state. Being new to Texas, I depended on the clear and prominent signs on the roads to find my way around. Upon my move back to New Jersey, the lack of signage became very apparent. No wonder people hate New Jersey: not only are the signs useless, but when out-of-state drivers slow down to try to figure out where they’re going, the typical New Jersey driver reacts by riding their tail and flashing the high-beams. Welcome to the Garden State.

On second thought, maybe the poor signage isn’t due to a lack of attention to detail or someone dropping the ball. Maybe it’s a conspiracy to prevent more people from moving to our already-crowded state. It’s just a thought. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop defending New Jersey.

One of the things I kind of fantasize about is having a little stone-walled Irish neighborhood pub nearby, where I can put up my feet and unwind at the end of the day. And SL is nothing if not a medium for fantasy fulfillment, and so I bring you The Cat And Dog. It’s just as I say: a small, stone-walled neighborhood pub where you can relax, watch TV, listen to Irish music, have a pint, dance… whatever tickles your fancy. I’m even planning Tuesday afternoon seisuns; and down the line, live performances and DJ events. It’ll be a while before you hear the “house band” however, as himself sprained his thumb and possibly his elbow as well. But in the meantime, the pub is always open. Come meet Bridget the bartender (who is thrilled to be working for me again!) and enjoy!