I’ve been following the podcast WTF with Marc Maron since its inception a few months back on the internet. It’s a weekly podcast that allows Marc to showcase his unique brand of comedy that borders on black comedy to satirical observations with a little political commentary sprinkled on top. The great things about podcasts in generally is they are as regulated to the degree of the Wild west, any shit flys on them. Podcast land is generally where comedic personalites can be unleashed and go to work  like rabid pitbull(kinda alike what I fantasize mainstream media would do!) Itunes is perfect place to see mild mannered comedian that love from tv  present their unique perspective on everything raw and unfiltered. It’s a beautiful thing, and Marc Maron is part of it.

I saw that he was coming to Atlanta to do a gig at The Laughing Skull Lounge, so I decide to buy a ticket and check it out. And I got the great idea to show my admiration to do a illustration of Marc. Boom! I guess you’d have to follow to the podcast to truly get the greatest of my illustration.

Marc Maron and I

Marc Maron is a particular kind of comedian. On

hey! cum azi nu merg la scoala pentru ca sunt racit m-am gandit sa ma uit cine a mai intrat pe blog-ul nou si :O :O :O :O 218 persoane??? WTF??? in 11 ore de cand am postat alea cu Twilight am strans 218 vizualizari? :O nu pot sa cred nu asta era intentia mea dar nici nu ma supar acuma daca tot am inceput am sa mai postez ceva

so i know Mondays are pretty stressful for a lot of people…so as to make it a little better i got an exceptionally special youtube video to perk you up?

please enjoy

and thank me in the comments

“The two people that should be battling are Jay-Z and 50 Cent…I think it would be great for Hip-Hop.”

-KRS-One

You love to hear the story again and again about how KRS-One burst on the scene in the 80’s after being initially scorched by the Juice Crew’s leaders the late Mr. Magic and DJ Marley Marl. After that, he set it off on the crew with Boogie Down Productions in what would be one of the most storied battled ever.

But fast forward to the present day. 50 Cent has been calling out Jay-Z in a number of songs and interviews in an attempted to lure his fellow Hip-Hop mogul into a lyrical championship bout.

On Beanie Sigel’s “I Go Off,” 50 Cent says, “Yeah, you changed, man. You let the money change you, Jay. You used to be from Marcy, [Brooklyn] n***a. Now you a pass the Grey Poupon a** n***a. You don’t want the shooter? I’ll take him. [laughs] N*gga, feed the wolves or else the wolves feed off you. Eat your a** alive! I live by a combat’s creed. Strategy. Your move, n***a.”

Jay-Z has yet to respond, but AllHipHop.com had to solicit the opinion of KRS-One, a man whose insights seem to know no bounds. So, the Blast Master comments on the beef, but also how it should go down, should Jay-Z and 50 lock in. Furthermore, KRS theorizes how it all could make dollars and sense for the two moguls.

Ever wonder where all those savage exotic cars you find littered on rap video sets come from? If you thought they were rightfully owned and maintained by anyone actually shooting the video, I recommend you scroll back to our initial post, read all 666 subsequent posts and educate yourself, for you have failed. One particular rapper comes to mind when I think of outstanding vehicular taste, Brooklyn’s bad boy, Fabolous. His raps include more references to Italian cars than an avid Enzo Ferrari fan can handle. But if you take a look at this video and really note the details, it could be argued that no theft occurred at all. The valet guy gave the keys to a rare white Lamborghini to one of Fabolous’s boys, he took them, they drove off. Case of mistaken Lambo, case closed. I mean when you roll with Fab, all the whips start to look the same. This story did spawn a pretty decent joke in my head, that I shall burden you with now.

What do you say to Fabolous when you see him driving in a Lamborghini? Hey bitch, that’s my car! Help! Help! Police! Help!

So, the season comes to an almost end with the ATP World Tour Finals aka WTF. Out of the Top 8 boys, only Andy Roddick could not make the trip out to Londontown for the season’s finale.

Day 1 started and ended with me catching none of the tennis played. I did see the scores and can tell you that Group A played and Andy Murray won his opening match against Juan Martin del Potro in front of his “home” crowd. Roger Federer also won topping Fernando Verdasco in 3 sets.

Day 2 will be closely followed by me but for now, here’s where all the boys stand after Day 1.

I love how the ATP World Tour has little notes under the players names as if we care.

Image via Getty

OMG that’s so embarrassing! LOL! I’d hate to think this but G-D is probably crying over this right now

Eagle-eyed netizens are at it again, quick as always to point out G-Dragon’s little wardrobe malfunction at the recent MAMA event. It seems that G-Dragon’s performance at MAMA was so phenomenal that not only did it blow away the viewers but also the seam of his pants.

For those that are still skeptical about the photo, watch the video below, specifically at 2:51 into the video. The camera man must have been a fangirl at heart because he seemingly could not look away from G-Dragon’s exposed region.

Cr: allkpop

Dear Horde Of Azgalor That Keep Fucking With Me While I Camp Loque,

Fuck off and die.

No love,

That BM Hunter

Dear Rogue That I Killed Even With My Level 76 Trash Pet,

Look, I know this is a novel concept for a rogue player, but try actually sneaking up on me, okay?  Don’t drop down in FRONT OF ME, then vanish, because then I’m just like “…” and  then I kick your ass.  Also, when a hunter starts kiting you in circles it might be time to walk away.  Just saying.

Loling At You,

The Fail PvP Hunter

Dear Warrior,

See note to rogue about when a hunter starts kiting you in circles.

<3,

Jamethera

Hocus Pocus | www.peopleofwalmart.com.

I think these screenshots should be enough to convince my friends to watch this show now right? Uh yea it was kinda funny at first but then she’s like MY DADDY’S DEAD WAHHHHH and then her mother comes running and it gets all dramatic. I do have a feeling they’re centering the plot around Roppongi though. They told him he should “speak more” and he was randomly hanging around with everyone today while the other guys were left behind. Only 4 more eps left right? I’m still crossing my fingers for Akari x Roppongi bwahahaha

J’ai une rage d’orange…

suite ici

Maudit que c’était bon!

I typed my naked.com handle, lissliss, not to be confused with blowheight, into “google.com” and found this:

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lissliss chat on naked.com: Jeff Bilderberg, George W. Bush and …
lissliss : i am so sick with lye. jeff bilderberg, george w. bush, > pablo escobar and other shitmonstering…. (Estoy tan enferma con la > lejía. …
groups.google.com/group/alt.politics/msg/e90d6eb5498e1a2b – Cached
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So I clicked on it, and this message came up:

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Let me check to see if this blog/newsgroup posting is still in my blogs, OK?

I found it. Here it is:

[begin material quoted from this my blog at http : // markgerardmiller . wordpress . com]
Welcome to PrettySweetLatin’s Chat

To chat live with this performer type in the text box below and hit [enter] key or click the Send button.
letsbangtonitevip : te quro dalte duro por detra mami
mmikee : eso pence (peniques eso)
lissliss : hi there
mmikee : una pregunta
mmikee : trabajas dond jhon? (jhon dond trabajas?)
PrettySweetLatin : si mi amor (if my love)
letsbangtonitevip : me gusta a follar con tigo mi amor
PrettySweetLatin : quieres jugar (want to play)
letsbangtonitevip : quero follar
lissliss : could i see your face? (¿Puedo ver tu cara?)
letsbangtonitevip : me gusta mucho
lissliss : you are pretty. (que son bonitas.)
lissliss : i love your skin. are you indian? (Me encanta tu piel. ¿Eres indio?)
letsbangtonitevip : que eda tiene mi amor (eda que tiene mi amor)
PrettySweetLatin : y tu a a mi (and your aa mi)
lissliss : i am apache on my mother’s side. my grandmother. (Estoy apache en el lado de mi madre. mi abuela.)
GCNU187 : yhe correct term is hindu (Yhe término correcto es hindú)
lissliss : chiricua
PrettySweetLatin : 2o (The 2nd)
PrettySweetLatin : años (aos)
GCNU187 : liss u a girl.?? (niña ua Liss.??)
GCNU187 : lissa
GCNU187 : lissa
letsbangtonitevip : que rico
GCNU187 : u fucking racist (racista de mierda u)
lissliss : i am a sweet pretty little girl, but i can beat the living fuck out of you any day (Soy una niña muy dulce, pero puede derrotar a la mierda que viven fuera de ti todos los días)
mmikee : tu eres maria/? (tu eres María /?)
GCNU187 : out (fuera)
letsbangtonitevip : te quero garate tus tetas mami (te quero Gárate tus tetas mami)
PrettySweetLatin : no soy camila (I\u0026#39;m camila)
GCNU187 : apunta su nombre bb (apunta su nombre bb)
lissliss : You are not camila? (Usted no está Camila?)
GCNU187 : no te dejes joder (joder no te dejes)
letsbangtonitevip : estas muy linda mami
mmikee : no (no)
GCNU187 : lissliss
mmikee : ese no es tu nombre
PrettySweetLatin : ese es (that is)
mmikee : jajaaj no ese no es
lissliss : you subhuman monsters should not be so idiotic as to try to contend with me on the internet. (monstruos infrahumanos que no debe ser tan estúpido como para tratar de lidiar conmigo en el Internet.)
GCNU187 : hey liss (hey liss)
lissliss : you eternal pussy of the toilet mind, gcnu187 (que coño eterno de la mente de tocador, gcnu187)
GCNU187 : suck u mama’ (u suck mama)
GCNU187 : molested child (niño abusado sexualmente)
GCNU187 : do not bring u racism here (No traer el racismo u here)
lissliss : i am not a racist, you moron. (Yo no soy racista, imbécil.)
luvladies633 : hello beautiful
jedi750 : MMMMMMMMMM
letsbangtonitevip : que cuerpaza (cuerpaza que)
jedi750 : RICURA DE MUJER
GCNU187 : ok (vale)
mmikee : ven aca y hay trabaja un tal jose? (Ven y aca hay un tal jose trabaja?)
GCNU187 : just be polite ok (sólo puede ser cortés)
letsbangtonitevip : estoy duro para ti amor
luvladies633 : how are you today bb? (¿Cómo estás hoy bb?)
lissliss : i have some indian ancestry, and i was making conversation with the pretty lady that was none …of (Tengo ascendencia india, y estaba conversando con la bella dama que no era …)
lissliss : your business (su negocio)
PrettySweetLatin : quieres jugar (want to play)
fredyskivip : hey sexy
fredyskivip : handbrabb plzzzz (plzzzz handbrabb)
luvladies633 : can you turn around for me bb? (se puede dar la vuelta para mi bb?)
eddiewrd : how wet are you (cómo estás mojado)
luvladies633 : mmm….mmm sooo nice (mmm …. mmm sooo nice)
lissliss : What city are you in? (¿En qué ciudad estás?)
GCNU187 : toronto
lissliss : I am speaking to the lady. (Me dirijo a la señora.)
GCNU187 : imtracing you (imtracing usted)
luvladies633 : you like to put toys in that sweet ass bb? (¿Desea guardar los juguetes en que el BB dulce culo?)
lissliss : eat shit, gcnu187. 2041 coburn blvd., apt 5, lexington, kentucky, usa (comer mierda, gcnu187. 2041 Coburn blvd. 5, apt, Lexington, Kentucky, EE.UU.)
GCNU187 : i knew it hillbill in da house (Yo sabía que hillbill in da house)
PrettySweetLatin : hola jedi (hello jedi)
GCNU187 : did you milk the horse yet.????????? (¿Te la leche de caballo todavía .?????????)
PrettySweetLatin : estoy muy caliente (I am very hot)
lissliss : sysop, please make this fool gcnu187 invisible to me. (operador del sistema, por favor haga este tonto gcnu187 invisibles para mí.)
lambac : hey bb
lambac : you look gorgeous (te ves preciosa)
lissliss : i am so sick with lye. jeff bilderberg, george w. bush, pablo escobar and other shitmonstering…. (Estoy tan enferma con la lejía. Bilderberg Jeff, George W. Pablo Escobar Bush, y otros …. shitmonstering)
lissliss : horrorpigs poisoned me. keith bilderberg too, right next door in apartment 6 (horrorpigs me envenenó. Bilderberg Keith también, al lado derecho en el apartamento 6)
lissliss : nazis all. there is nothing lower or more evil or filthy than a nazi (todos los nazis. no hay nada más bajo o más malo o sucio que un nazi)
lambac : are you wet bb? (bb estás mojado?)
PrettySweetLatin : si mucho (if much)
lissliss : adios, muchacha. i will think of you with love. (Adiós, muchacha. Voy a pensar en ti con amor.)
PrettySweetLatin : mira (looks)
lissliss : i wish you would talk to me. (Me gustaría que me hablara.)
[end quoted material]

Her handle was not PrettySweetLatin. I can’t remember it, but God said it was vicious, “and you were offended, and said so. It is gone,” the Lord God just told me.

Mark

Just entering the latter part of my 40’s, I have begun to enter that newest phase of being a female.  My doctor calls this new phase “peri-menopausal”…  I don’t really know what “peri” means as a medical term, but in real life terms “peri” means… aggravating, bothersome, annoying, troublesome, vexing…I.E.: ”Fucking-pain-in-the-god–damn- ass”-pre-menopausal.

So let’s talk real… I’ve been having a period since I was 11.  Yes…early bloomer in so many wrong ways….  WTF ever…  So, for over 30 years, it’s been an inconvenient, yet predictable part of my life.  3-1/2 weeks go by, I get cramps for a day, bleed for 4 or 5 , and it’s a done deal for another 3-1/2 weeks.  But a couple years ago, things started changing a bit.  First, I started to decrease to just 3 or 4.  It continued to dwindle over the next few months until I was down to just over 2 days.  Woo-Hoo!!!  Who wouldn’t like that???  Eventually I was left with a day of cramps but no period to follow.  Not my favorite, but the no muss-no fuss aspect has its appeal.  Finally one day I was at the grocery store, passing by the tampon display, and realized I hadn’t restocked my supply in what seemed like a very long time…  Standing at the display, I counted backwards to the last time I’d needed them… Holy shit…it was nearly 6 months!!! 

Free at last – Free at last!  Fuck you Playtex & your God-damn labia pinching super-glide applicator!!!  They never once were a super glide… Fuck you Kotex & your God-damn pube pulling self-sticking panty shields!!!  And Fuck you OB & your God-damn strings that wick bodily fluids into the wearer’s underwear without absorbing a fucking drop!  I was a happy woman… I giggled and danced a little jig right there in the aisle…  causing the young man standing close by to move quickly away from me…  OMG…within a week, I had a freaking period…  NOT one of those 1 or 2 day MF’s either.  Apparently my uterus had not stopped doing its thing, just simply saving for a rainy day….  I had 3 days of cramps and 6 months worth of period over about a 9 day time span…   Mother Nature can be such a raving bitch…  Moving forward, I vowed a couple of things… I will only pass the feminine hygiene display if I need feminine hygiene products,  I will approach those product displays with only the deepest reverence and utmost respect…  Also, I will never again curse feminine hygiene product makers in public or private as I had learned my lesson…

Now for the past 6 months I’ve honored my vows, avoided the tampon aisle, been respectful etc. and my menstrual life has once again returned to uneventful.  The dwindling process resume and I went back to having periods that are sporadic, short-lived and sparse…   Life is good…but then I forgot… Shit!!!  While grocery shopping…  I must first point out and ask what genius’s idea it was to arrange the feminine hygiene products on the same aisle as coffee or deeply desired espresso… which for me, is a requirement of life as important to air and wine…  I decided it was silly of me to go all the way around the hygiene product aisle to get to the other end to get coffee, so I cut through… Dumb Ass…  Seeing the tampon & maxipad boxes all lined up, I again realized it had been some length of time since I’d needed to re-supply…  Outwardly I remained respectful & polite, inwardly, I must admit I had just the teensiest of  Ha Ha… moment…  That was all it took… you idiot!!!

The next day, Monday, I was sitting at my desk talking on the phone when, with absolutely no warning, I felt something go bluuurrp…you know…down there.  I knew immediately this was not good…  I finished the phone call and headed to the rest-room squeezing my you know what shut…  Oh My God!!!  It was bad…it was really really bad…  It looked like someone had bled a sacrificial goat into my underwear…  Was I wearing light-colored pants???  Did I even have to ask???  They were khakis of course…   Had it bled through my underwear into my pants???  Hello…of course!!!  Badly I wondered… Not too bad from the volume/area/stain size standpoint, however from a placement/location standpoint, it was fucking stellar…  Somehow, because of the way I was sitting, because of the way my pants fit, or because I fucking pissed off the Period Goddess again, I had managed to channel the flow forward so it made a big red blotch right at the base of my pant fly… It was only 10:00 am…

I cleaned up as best I could, & went looking in the bathroom cupboard for the supplies to catch any further leakage.  In the past, I always kept a small stash of tampons at work.  However it hasn’t been all that necessary for quite some time now, and I didn’t have anything…  Fortunately, one of my lovely 20-something year-old co-workers had a box of panty shields in the cupboard.  It was an emergency and I figured I could replace them later, so I opened her box, and learned a new thing…  Did you know they make panty shields for THONGS???  They’re normal width in the front, and taper to string width in the back…with wings…  Who knew and most importantly….WHY???  How fucking useless is that???  Being desperate, I made do…  I laid the first one in, front to back & then the second one, back to front so that together, they almost made one whole.  I made it through the rest of the morning by staying at my desk, or carrying papers, and file-folders in front of me.

At lunch, I zipped home where I scrubbed the spot from the crotch of my pants, and threw them in the dryer to dry.  Unfortunately…“the thong panty liners” didn’t stick very well to my “non-thong panties”…   Instead, they are curled, twisted and have attached themselves directly to my hairy lips… both right and left!!! Removing the liners gave me a free partial Brazilian job, as they ripped out thong shaped swaths of pubic hairs…  I took a quick shower and checked on my pants…  The stain had been transformed.  It was now a large ring around the whole crotch of my pants where they had been wetted when I scrubbed them.  I decided perhaps it was time for plan B…change pants, and just freaking deal if anybody asks why if they are stupid enough to not see the glaring eyes and flaring nostrils…

Night sweats, Insomnia, Hot Flashes, Moodiness, Irritability, Memory Lapses,  Brain-farts….all predicted, and all now accounted for. However, my friends, you left some stuff out.  Nobody bothered to tell me that walking down the tampon aisle at the grocery store will make your periods start. Nor did anyone say that after 30 plus years of practice in how to deal with having a period, that I’d suddenly become incompetent…  It makes me wonder what else was left out of the stories that I am yet to experience… it this some secret society you can only enter into thru trial by fire…well fuck you…  As for me, I am back to making sure I stay away from the feminine hygiene aisle, being respectful toward the patroness saints of the menses…  I’m hoping that will keep me relatively free of unpleasant surprises for the next bit-o-while.  I am passing this along for you 20 & 30 something’s so you have something to look forward too…

Ciao Bella… A Peri Sarah B…

Those of you who follow the publishing gossip will by now have heard about Harlequin Horizons. For those of you who haven’t been following, here’s the long and short: Harlequin has decided to expand into pay-to-play publishing.

Needless to say, this hasn’t gone over well at all. Apparently the folks over at Harlequin are “very surprised and dismayed” to hear that professional organizations such as the RWA aren’t going to give vanity publishing a veneer of respectability. They’d rather drop Harlequin from their list of acceptable publishers.

I feel sorry for Harlequin’s authors. They must be sick to the back teeth about this whole thing (as if romance writers don’t get enough grief, honestly). I wonder if they had any warning, or if they were just as surprised as the rest of us.

As for Harlequin, well, they seem shocked by the RWAs reaction but I don’t know why they’re astonished. Maybe it’s because, what with the recent Google books business, it’s kinda started to look like if you’re a big enough business the rules don’t matter. But it does matter. The SFWA, the RWA and the Mystery Writers of America are all professional organizations, representing professional writers, and I don’t know about you but I can’t think of any professional who pays do their job.

Yog’s Law. It applies to everyone. Even Harlequin.

Personally, despite what it’s costing their authors, I’m glad the RWA and others have collectively said, Nice try, buddy. I think they did it with extraordinary discretion, too. Maybe a little too little (but then, I am an extremeophile). Personally, I think John Scalzi is right, and what we’ve just seen is a publisher who thought it was too big to be called to the carpet to explain itself, a publisher that thought allowing would-be writers to merrily deceive themselves about what life would be like after they paid to have a book “published with Harlequin” was somehow something other than utterly despicable.

I’m glad the professional organizations have stood up for the little guy by demanding that the big guy have some standards. I’m glad they’ve looked the emperor dead in the face and said, “Dude, I’m out of here. Your butt is totally hanging out.” Because it is. And that’s just gross.

Tātad? ;D Ar ko lai sāk? Kaut kas ir jāuzraksta, jo man liekas, ka neko sen neesmu rakstījusi, plus šodien atkal neguļu visu nakti. Sucks. Man laikam drīz tas sāks palikt par ieradumu negulēt no svētdienas uz pirmdienu. Vismaz labi, ka pirmdienās ir tikai trīs lekcijas! (sun) Un būtu feini, ja rīt tizlā informātika nenotiktu!! ^^. Varētu ātrāk tikt mājās.. :>

Nu, par ko lai papļāpāju tagad? ;D Ā, pareizi, man taču bija brīvdienas no 18. līdz šodienai. Traki. Nevienu dienu pat nesanāca atpūsties. ;[ 18. pie mums atnāca ciemos daži cilvēki. Skumīgi. ;[ Eh. 19. palīdzēju draudzenei tikt galā ar portatīvo. Un pārējās trīs dienas mācījos. ;D Un šodien pat sanāca pa nakti mācīties, jo redz atcerējos, ka rīt vēsturē jābūt gatavam stulbajam pārspriedumam. Cik labi, ka man ir tik mīļš brālis un varēja ātri atnest manu veco referātu, ko biju taisījusi kaut kādā septītajā klasē par Vikingiem. Vismaz diezgan ātri varēju kaut ko no tā visa izskonspektēt, cerams dabūšu normālu atzīmi... ;[

Pēdējā laikā baigi bieži runāju tikai ar vienu cilvēku. Stulbi, jo nesen apjēdzu, ka pametu novārtā savu labāko draugu ar kuru visu laiku bieži runāju... Sen neesmu ar viņu tā kārtīgi papļāpājusi. Būs laikam jāatrod priekš viņa kāds brīvs brīdis! ;] Nu jā, ne jau tikai to savu labāko draugu esmu atstājusi novārtā, bet arī pārējos. ;[ Nē, nu cerams viņi saprot, ka man nav īpaši daudz laika... ;[ Daudz jāmācās un bieži vien neko nevar paspēt. Reāli, ja es kādam pietrūkstu (kas ir maz ticams :>), tad taču man var sūtīt sms! ;D Dooh. ;D Neviens jau man neraksta, ja vien pati nesāku rakstīt. Eh, w/e. ;]Man pat vairs nav īpaši daudz laika, lai pasēdētu čatā! Wtf?! Kas ar mani notiek? ;D No way, nevar būt, ka kļūstu normāla!!! ;( Gribū būt čata atkarīgā, kas noniecina visu savu dzīvi pie kompja! ;D

Nu vo, vairs arī nav ko rakstīt. Damn it! ;[ Kā man šitā neiet! ;D Nē, nu enīvej, gan jau neviens šito tāpat neizlasīs, ja nu vienīgi Robis ar Elvi... o.O Derētu ielikt kādu bildi! ;] Nevarēju izvēlēties starp abām… :>

A registered sex offending elf was found working for Santa at the United States Postal Service. So, the letters to Santa that are usually replied to out of North Pole, Alaska will no longer receive responses. The tradition that has lasted since 1954 will stop due to the incident that was resolved before the employee was able to respond to any letters.

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