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Cigarette guy gave me two matches! Ha. You see, my tiresome(HA) efforts do work. Ha.

more than a thousand words

My beautiful mother is upset that she is surrounded by such uglies and wants my readers to know that she is not affiliated with these uggs.

BTW- My mother is the lovely short haired woman to the left.

When is the lucy gordon investigation over already?

I detect trends. I do. I just do. So, I detect a trend that many blogs are dying due to them being replaced by other trends. The blog has always been the bastion of the type who needs to say more than facebook and now twitter will allow and yet the blog is still at the whim of other trends. I just type really and hope that it elevates my mood somewhat.

Well, I woke up after telling my girls that I will just lie down for 5 minutes.... I woke up 14 hours later. Ha. I have done this non stop in the last week. I genuinely am sure that I will just lie down and then many hours later I wake up with my earings on and the shirt I planned to wear to go out and do something ... meaningful. When I sleep a lot I dream a lot and when I dream a lot I remember some of my dreams.

Now, sharing dreams of the more literal kind is always going to "not work." So, anyway I was smoking a cigar and then Johh Cusack drove by in a muffin..." Just doesnt' work as conversational. Never fails that these strange strange things called dreams need the context of whatever color and sound your brain is giving them. But, there are some exceptions. Those dreams that are so odd and seem to be shareable. Like the one(s) I'm obviously about to share.

So... I dreamt that I met Obama and Michelle. Wow. Did we get along. Just laughing about the presidency and what a hoot and just KINSHIP. So, in this dream I'm thinking hey I am now dear friends with the President and his wife and I never ever ask for anything from anyone job or careerwise and I need to ask Obama if he could get me a job. So, in the dream I get up the gumption.. and he says, "Sure." He then makes some calls and he get me a job at a ... Casino as a Casino Worker of some sort. Not clear in the dream what it was but it was clear in the dream and after the dream that I was dissapointed.

Then, I dreamt that I was in Israel with my good grandmother and I decided to move there to be closer to her and because in the dream I was too lazy to go to the airport to get my flight. Also, in this dream I was very excited that I could eat Pizza because Passover in Israel is over a day earlier than in America and in this dream this filled me with ecstacy. Also, in this dream something happened where I left a dirty room behind somewhere and felt terrible but mainly It was about moving to Isreal to be with my grandmother and how I was fed up with America. My good grandmother has been dead for about 15 years now so it's obvious that dream also caused some dissapointment upon the waking.

So, here I sit, somewhat awak, and I'm let down that Obama gave me a Casino Job, My grandmother is long dead, and that I am stuck in Los Angeles, America. Even the shitty casino job is illusion though and so I'm doubly dissapointed, as they say. But, it's not remotely Passover and I could have Pizza. I'm not even crazy about Pizza so I don't know what the hell that was about.

So, now blog I've shared my literal dreams with you. I've shared a few hopes too along way too, blog, and so I think we are starting to bond a tiny bit. You may feel differently and that is fine....


I will now draw up another post where I share names for stores etc.

charles manson and oprah

My blog is gettting hits and I feel secure that I will reach cyber success by my birthday. That is my goal and that is what I shall devote a good 14 percent of my headspace to till that desperate day, which is now 22 days away.

The good lord is pulling strings to keep me here and i figure that I should try to foment a revolution as I am very irritated by much of what this thing called society is coming up with. Society as a rule is always going to be annoying because the slightest pause for real thought would put that word under unbearable scrutiny. See, and here is where I am dong a charles manson imitation but you don't know it as no emoticon is yet available to have my readers know when I am thinking that I'm going to sound like Charles Manson when I say,

"You want a write a letter to her. Yeah, Yeah, sure she's never ain't getting back to you. See if then society gets back to you with a christmas card. Cause, Dig it, yeah, She don't have no mailing adresss. Society don't have no mailing labels, so to speak, Dig it? You want to e-mail or text society on Twitter and tell her what soup you ate?? Dig it? She ain't going to get back to you cuz she done cancelled her accounts."

I see that strange and possibly nonsensical speech being made in a manner of speech resemblig a mixture of charles manson and Janis Joplin at some concert before she died. Janis was talking like in this whiny hippy way and would punctuate all her unoriginal and somewhat addled observations with , "maaaaaaan."

Getting into this character here and unbenownst to any sweet sod who ventures upon my blog has been fun but the goals have still not been met and so the goals still will be gnawing. The goals? You ask? To reach 5000 hits by my miserable birthday and to foment a revolution where I am the leader but not in that power hungry way. My revolution will be all about making due with discount items and chatting and FUN. Eventually as with all revolutions it will implode and ony the 99 cents stores and goodwills will be left standing and most will come to loathe me and curse the day I told them they couldn't go on twitter, buy things at whole foods, or wear loafers without socks. Those are the first things that come to mind for my revolution but trust me I have more ideas than that.

On the right side of my screen it says "Monetize" and that just might be a wierdo euphemism of capitalize but it is time to monetize and I have 22 days set as my goal to do so as I have many fish to fry yet, and frying pans, fish, and oil cost money.


Talking about fish has not made me hungry because it's not even breakfast time and only freaks want fish for breakfast, anyhow. So, I won't talk about fish but I will talk about charles manson for a second and marvel how he got a bunch of people to do such vicious things by just being completely cryptic and not even good looking.


I have some heft behind my crypticism and am good looking and I can't even imagine asking 99.9 % of people to do me a small favor much less carry out my murderous schemes. That is not to say that I have murderous schemes. I must make that clear as it is possible that somewhere out there someone has a stake in twisting my words...
So for the reord: All is said figuratively and the jury is going to hate you. I trust my jury, bitches.

My that is beyond cryptic.It alludes to a recent and very real lifestyle that is not by my choice. And, that lifestyle by no choice is that of being prosecuted for a crime I did not commit and having to focus my energies on 12 random souls picked in voire dire and the most important 12 people I'll ever deal with in my life. At least I hope so because, I'm all about having exprerience, but being prosecuted for something you didn't do is one I'm not too sure I can survive twice. That's a good story and one that slowly but surely will get told.

I know for certain that i have 3 readers now and so I apologize to them for piquing their curiosity without payoff but my truth has been twisted for over a year now and so I need to be careful. But,it should be known to as many people as possible that a grave injustice was done to me and my family and that we'll fight the assorted evildoers till the end. Evil doers is not said in some campy overly christian kind of way but as an adjective that is appropriate even after careful analysis.

I work as a webmistress part time for a pretty awful lady named Tarra Slovan and she blames her own recent rash of bad luck on her corrupt life coach. She's writing an e-book about suriving the justice system when you are both indigent and INNOCENT and I plan to to link it when it is done. She's a pretty awful lady but it's turning out to be a good book.


Feel free to request more charlie manson impressions!

The enemies of my enemies are my friends.

Hello blog,

Another week of nonstop non boringness. Truth seems to come out at the strangest times and the strangest places and I do believe that forces of good will win out.

I said some nasty things about comedians in L.A in previous posts and I want to amend them:
The reason that so many "comics" were seen as nasty by me is because they were told to be. The disturbed sewer snipe has really done a job on me and I look forward to the damage control. I've been having terrible headaches and the minute they clear up I'm back to out and about.
I've discovered so much stuff and my only real problem is having the patience required to wait of the day when the stands trial .The actionable offenses committed against me and my magnificent family grow daily and so does the cast of characters.

Well, it seems I seem angry. And, I am. Absolutely. No denials here.
I've always managed my anger in a way that keeps it within the parameters of legality and I have no criminal record etc. And, that is still the case. Still, this nemesis is trying to twist it all and just the idea that she and her lackeys exist is very depressing. I told my sister, If I had to go to anger management for my case of righteous indignation, I'd end up having to go to blind fury class afterwards. The one in the pic is the one with the anger issues as evidenced here and in another image.

As it stands, the facts are too many and too complex to share in any readily understandable way. Suffice it to say, I am dealing with anti social liars. My luck, if you can call it luck is.... they are stupid liars.
And stupid liars mess up pretty quickly.

In retrospect this will all be a great story that I will share with the world-- corrupt comedians, corrupt judges, corrupt lawyers, sick lesbians, tragic kissasses, corrupt journalists, corrupt editors, corrupt webmasters. A truly postmodern tale of malicious madness or whateva.

But since I'm not even close to hindsight It's feeling like trauma. my poor momma.

As for Mcain and Obama, I found them both hilarious at the alfred can't remember last name dinner. I've always liked mccain a lot because I saw him being bitterly funny on the daily show once. I realized that is why I've always been so for him and I'm sad to think that he wasn't able to show that more. I really was nursing a dislike for Obama but he was so funny and his timing so good at that dinner that I like him now. I don't want him to be president but they were both so damned funny that I felt better about Obama and that is good for my nerves.

I just saw another terribly funny man, Jackie Mason, call sarah silverman a "sick yenta." I think her show is dreadful and her best friend is a disgusting freak, but I now dislike her because I can see that Silverman is real bully and that is why she has chosen such a sicko as a friend. The sarah silverman program is so bad that it's skankalicious. How is it possibly still on the air?

I need to meet an ivestagitive journalist STAT.

David Remnick, New Yorker, Fresh gimmick, Pigs without lipstick etc.

The new Yorker really is awe inspiring. Though, this piece by david remnick is very well written but embarrassingly partisan.

http://www.newyorker.com/talk/comment/2008/09/08/080908taco_talk_remnick
I find it hard to believe that he's that critically challenged. Is it latent misogyny that is making all these intellectuals lose their thinking caps. They always talked about how women make men dumb( when their attracted etc.) but I'm starting to see that the opposite holds true-- the fear of woman is also making them dumb.


Still, last weeks New Yorker really gave me succor. But, it also gave me good old pause-- With all these great minds out there I can’t help feel very frustrated that Graydon Carter can only come up with Vanity fair and not at least use some of the profits to launch another spy magazine. Can't anyone in that vast Conde Nast empire put together another SPY.

I may be projecting my own desires but I’d think that there would be a huge hunger for satire or social commentary. Widgets and yogurt crazes, and cookie stores for dogs. Unending and unrelenting fodder is what I say.

But, till I discuss that I’ll give my two cents on the most topical. That’s my new gimmick to get the utmost traffic—I’ll comment on the newest news first.
I haven’t turned on the tube yet so I’m still stuck on Obama’s gaffe. Gaffe and vetted. I wish I bought stock in those words. Those , and the in vogue clichés, of “throwing the kitchen sink, and “throwing under the bus.”

Buying stock in words? Good idea? Possible? Give me a shout out.

So back to the most topical 24 hour news cycle tid bit:

Obama made a huge mistake with that lipstick on pig remark. I saw one of his people on fox news saying the same thing two days before he did and I couldn’t believe my own ears. I’ll try to get you his name when I get the chance to google at lenghth. Bob becker something—fat guy who looks like he hates women…

I was sure that Rev. Wright would sink Obama. I was sure that his comment on the bitter small towners clinging to their guns would finally let Hillary run against Mccain. I was wrong both times, so though it’s a big mistake it probably won’t even hurt him. I don’t know why but Obama can not only throw his grandmother under the bus but I bet they could even find out that he’s killer her and he’s still do well in those Rasmussen polls.

Either he was really calling Palin a pig or he is completely tone deaf. And now my last cliché of this particular post—I hope he crashes and burns!

I can link!!!!!

Sarah Palin. What to say? I think she's a little too pro life, if you know what I mean. I get the feeling she's sneaking fertility pills into her kid's cereal. But, in all seriousness how would one woman and her husband be able to give any attention to 5 kids with her being constantly climbing the ranks. It just doesn't work out. There is something cold about a mother having 5 kids and naming them ridiculous names such as "Track," in particular, and then the 16 year old is pregnant and one is off to Iraq. Name a kid Bristol and the kids call her Bristol Farms if she goes to a place where they have Bristol farms and it's just uneccessary to put one's child through such challenges.

They say she's a crusader. And, I love nothing more than crusaders but then you shouldn't have 5 kids. Feminism shmeminism. Just too much achievement and a Tracy Flick quality to this Palin. I think the evangelist will lose their excitement now that palin's family values are looking so dicey. That's my initial take on Palin. I'd say it's not a great choice. But, then neither is Biden. Maybe, I'm just too old but exept for Mccain they all seem unsuited for high office. But, then high office is starting to seem a big joke for a long while now. I don't believe that abortion will be outlawed again(I'm pro choice) and I do think that Mccain does have a maverick spirit and once in office it will emerge full force. I don't know I'll admit it. I don't think either is an extremist.
I don't think Obama is a radical or a real follower of Rev. Wright. I think he's a bright opportunist who needs the ego strokes that this all has supplied him. Oprah galumphed her way into this, housewives followed and then all the woman haters, and the rest is history, really. Poor Hillary.



Since I got the new comments I was compelled to look over my entries and I must say there too many typos. I started to feel that there were no readers and so I didn't notice them. I apologize, dear readers. I will start spell checking ASAP.

I got a somewhat nebulous comment from Paz about neutrality and I think this can open up my blog to a hardy and boisterous debate on the supposed cowboy mentality of American policy. Well, I contend(from my limited but somewhat extensive) knowledge that that is just talkity talk from knee jerkitty jerk. My heroes(as of late) have been those who see both sides, stand in the middle observing, and then pick the more righteous one. Lets see-- Norah Vincent, Tammy Bruce, Phyliss Chesler, David Horowits(most of the time),Dennis Miller, and all those who put themselves on the line for what they really believe. They undoubtedly lost most of their "friends." As Norman Podhoretz did when he turned against communism etc. He wrote a book about this phenomena. I'm going to link it because I just read the first 4 chapters of blogging for dummies and I think I can do it....http://www.webster.edu/~corbetre/personal/reading/podhoretz.html

Yes. Yes. I believe I finally did it and there is no stopping me now. Paz has left the building.

What was I on about? Oh yes. So,I think that all these deserters of leftyism have probably lost many jobs and have become very alienated and that they believe that they see the truth of the matter, and I think they may be right. They and I may also be wrong. But, the sentiment is at least genuine. With the lefties: I don't think most of the sentiments they espouse are thought out or genuine and I'll share a few stories that will highlight this. I've got stories.....

So, as it stands I'm an independent who sees no need to identify myself as either or. I just never tend to join anything and this is no exception. I really don't see Obama as someone who should lead this country. I hate to have to say this but... this always seems to be necessary in current conversation... It has absolutely nothing to do with his being black. Nothing at all.

I intend to use this blog as my own presidential platform very soon (and no I am not insane.) So I have a lot on my plate.





I have no big beef with Paz's Ireland but anyone in Europe who wants to get into an argument with me about how lousy America is will get an.... earful. America didn't, as of yet, let Dachau and Buchenwald and Mauthausen reside within it's borders. It did sent back ships full of jews that were marked for death, as did England. I am not so happy with America. I'm not so happy with humanity, and I'm not happy or proud that I'm doing nothing about Darfur and did nothing about Rwanda. But, rather I'm blogging with no brevity etc.

This new acceptable pish poshing of America and the supposed supremacy of Europe(embraced by lefties) is something that annoys the hell out of me. The germans killed my grandfather and stole my right to be a rich hungarian rather than an indigent blogger, so I have a right to my beefs and they get stuck in my craw and so it goes.

Well, that was lenghthy. I must say thought that it seems amazing that widgets and feeds, and rss readers gezunt, and all this seemingly impossible stuff is getting figured out by geeks somewhere, but there is still poverty and homelessness and the elevators are still too slow. Something seems off to me, taters.

porno yogurtberry toga and manequins and justice

I'm trying to stay current and I've put some meta bullshit code but it doesn't work. Tags and widgets will be the end of civilization. I'm trying to link something and I just wasn't born to know this shit. But, I was born and so I'll try. Anyhow, dear readers, I see you've left in droves. So be it. I'm fine. Much to tell. Too much. I've been out and about making friends and... enemies. Jeez, what is up with these awful women who are supposedly doing comedy? Well, both of them are as dumb as a box of rocks-- as dumb as retarded box of rocks if you ask me. Time is flailing by and truth is emerging and hopefully all the hope I have that life makes any sense will not be for naught or whateva. What a year. It seems okay to say retarded lately. in my day, it wasn't. I figure all it's because we don't see retarded people around much anymore because they are either home schooled or on retarded.com. I'm not being mean or even kidding. I think this is true.
I've decided to completely drop my serial killer persona for the time being as it is not bringing the desired "traffic." I've taken my manifiestos and ravings to the stage as of late and that seems a wise choice. Sorry, Bloggy. I just am not that into you. I am a vertitable goldmine of jokes and entertainmentism. I await the day, that hovers near, where it all comes together.
Anyhow, Oprah's pick is going to be our president. I can't be bothered anymore or at least not for today. His parents died too young and his wife is a bit hard on the eyes and I'm not going to begrudge his undeservingness today.
Corey Haim is a lovely boy and must get away from that awful Feldman and his wretched wife.

Corey Haim,
If you are reading my blog:

You are a lovely boy with much hope. Ignore all these awful people who are trying to elevate themselves by devaluing you. I would say call me, but I hate the phone since it causes me skin problems.

Best,
Abbey.

The muffin business is doing well. The cupcake craze is waning and the frozen yogurt frenzy is faltering and the american public needs another very uncomplicated comfort food. Enter-- muffins. And tea. Tea is riding coffees ass. Coffee bean and tea leaf will soon be tea leaf and coffee bean. you read it here first. Crispy Cremes looks on with envy as folks realize that effusiviness over donuts is unseemly. I foresee that in a few years that muffins too will lose their favor and maybe small bundt cakes will take their place. I don't know. I'm not that sharp today and can't think of many small uncomplicated pastries that will take off.

On santa monica blvd there are many manequins. And, I am not talking about the human ones. I'm talking about the headless, often limbless manequins that are created to give some idea how a peice of clothes might look . I really want to get into these manequins and how i've come to despise them but I am being called away and so I'll just leave you with the fact that right near a store with these manequins on santa monica blvd there is a storefront with a woman who is in a porny but clothed stance and there is an advertisement that says u pump ur own yogurt. Or something like that. And she seems asian from the graphic and she is pumping yogurt. WTF. Can someone tell me what that's about. I'm on the run and will be back when I can.

Mommy, Controversy, Labels that belabor, muffins and so on.

Mommy Henya, of course, doesn't know about his blog but she just walked by the monitor and saw my profile picture and she said, "why do you put yourself in such darkness." and I said, "Because I'm a serial killer." and she laughed because she thinks I am kidding. Mommy Henya says things that tickle me to the marrow, constantly. I mentioned in a previous post that she said she was "deaf in her right... leg." Yesterday, I gave her a foot massage and she said how good it was and I said, "how is your hearing?" Without a beat she said, " I still can't hear in my left leg."

She is convinced that Christian De la Fuente from Dancing with the stars is a "bandit who got a cortisone shot and is just using it to win." Mommy Henya went on about her two torn ligaments on her legs and how she walks on them and De la Fuente shouldn't make such a fuss. Then, she threatened to convert to catholicism to show the jews how lousy they were to us in our time of need , and then she told me that if the prices keep getting worse we should grow tomatoes. The tomatoes thing is more absurd that it may seem to the casual observer. Common wisdom might fight it creepy to call one's mother(or adoptive mother) mommy but i never said i wasn't creepy.

Libby is on the phone. According to her, Molly, wants to join us in our muffin business. Molly is a good name to attach to a muffin business so I said okay. She's going to make lychee muffins. I can just feel it in the air- the lowfat yogurt craze is winding down but lychee and mochi will survive either way. I predict that frozen yogurt with a berry theme has reached its saturation point and will soon dissapear.

I have been too busy with lifestyle maintenace to blog about my thoughts and feelilngs and all the ephemera and effluvia that builds up and must be released.

According to my research, tea, is the wave of the future and "tea houses." are going to be the place to bring one's laptop and meet one's social circle. It is what happened on "Friends." and so it shall be. I brew a mean tea and feel hopeful that I will be able to refer to myself as an entrepeneur very shortly.

Syesha is finally gone. I like both Davids. But, since I hear whispers of the Archulletta boy being an abused child, I want him to win and be saved somehow. He seems a sweet mess and I wish him well. I find David Cook to be one of the smart and special ones(also jason castro, brooke) and I'd love him to win too. I find the episode where the top 3 go to their hometowns particularly depressing. Who are this people in hysterics over strangers? Makes me want to live on a farm, far away from fans. What an ugly word to me, "fan."

You see I wanted to talk about religion and christ and judaism and crucifixion and the jarring insights that I had about that just yesterday. But, until my readership reaches a hearty 200 hits i feel it best to discuss current events and such. Obama? I present to my community as a supporter. Frankly, everyone in my gated nabe has garnered enough wealth to not really be affected by any candidate. I mean there is always the chance that the riff raff will go all Versaille on us so it's best to supply them with adequate social services. That's my take.

But, my real affinity is for Hillary. I find the woman fabulous. I like her overbite and her voice and her strongness and I desperately want her to beat that silly Obama. i find Obama sort of completely absurd as a candidate. I feel like I am about as qualified as him and I don't think any one would vote for me for president. There is not the slightest racial motivation for this opinion. I simply can't believe he could keep a straight face around rev. Wright for 20 years. Rev. Wright wears an illfitting dashiki and gets all george jefferson when he is so inclined. "His been there done that" conspiracy theories don't endear him to me either. I have no doubt that if paternalistic leftists weren't in charge of the media, Rev. Wright would be presented to the public as a complete joke. Ooh, i smelt a contoversial opinion, and I think that will hasten my success as a blogger.

Men who hate Hillary have mother issues and arguing with them would be fruitless. Oh my, I am bored with myself and my suppositions and surmises and conjectures. I expound and I try to be profound and lah di dah. Fans of the true crime genre will wonder why I am not discussing my bountiful criminal past and present. I am the one and only blogger who is both a soccer mom and a serial killer and who has named her blog accordingly. I don't blame them for thier displeasure. I anticipated that my willingness to out myself as a soccer mom and serial killer would draw a vivacious and vocal readership. I anticipated wrong(LOL) and Delmont Klein is not being exposed and exalted as I'd hoped. So, as you can see, I am deflated. I will post a childrens poem that Delmont wrote and never tried to publish. He mistakenly thought that time was on his side. he told me it wasn't about him but I'm not so sure. May he rest in peace.

A boy named Stall

Let me introduce you all
To a boy named
Stall

when it was
Summer
He’d say he’d do it in the fall

Fall would come as a rule

And Stall would say,
By winter everything will be cool.

winter was only a few

shorts months away
And stall was sure as sure
That till then

he could dream and play

One significant day

He had a nightmare

where he saw himself as

moldy clay
being eaten by a vulture
He woke up screaming.
I will use the clay to make to make--

the most beautiful sculpture.

He’d start tomorrow
he went back to sleep
Dreamt of his tombstone's inscription:
--Stall didn’t sow and Stall didn’t reap


in a cliche of cold sweat,
he awoke

fearing for this cruel fate

he spoke:
Can't be, Can't be

I'll cease today to procrasitnate

along the way

he was forced to see

that judgements got passed

Without the opportunity

to
Enter a plea

time to move, not sit.
Possibilities were endless
But time -- not infinite

Stall jumped off his bed
so much potential
it was painful to ponder
He felt grateful that at least his name

wasn’t squander.


I will do .I will do.

he would sing
And predictable like the change of seasons
winter came along with reasons
To save himself for spring


He’d be a star oneday
He just needed to find his own
right way
All play and no work

had made everyone and himself

think of him as a jerk

My responsibilities I shall not shirk
Was what he thought next
But thoughts like words
are useless

in his

current context.

See, stall did have all the gifts god does bestow
But he’d looked the gifthorse in the mouth
And instead of a friend, it became his foe.
he didn’t know
that his life wasn’t a gift

but a loan
And when payment came due
It wan't prudent to postpone.

He wondered, if he ,

was

running from

rather than

-- out of luck.
200 seasons passed and stall still
stayed stuck

If a moral to such sad stories
must be sought
Dreams not chased
will never

get caught.

lapels suck

By the time the damn my computer loaded I've lost almost my whole train of thought. I wish i could paint a train of thought veering wildly off its tracks but I can't. My adoptive sister, the elder spinster can and I'll post her pic instead.

As it stands, I'll just try my best to blog and not think about how this isn't a proper blog . Yesterday, was filled with chores and errands, a light lunch, and a catered affair. I spent the day in the company of mommy and the spinsters sisters and so it was a day filled with superb moments that defy any flowery detail. During the catered affair, of course, I had to multitask and prepare for my upcoming court date which couldn't come soon enough. Throughout the day yesterday I missed you, blog, but I also felt that I wasn't sure if I was cut out to be a blogger. I was seized by an insecurity that search engines would never find me or no one would ever link me to them. Patience, again, was called for and I was deeply impatient to see if patience would pay off this time around. I've never mastered patience and procrastination seems to be an offshoot of that. They say procrastination is caused by perfectionism, I suppose if you only can envision a perfect product then you will put it off and put it off in the hopes that said perfection will result eventually and any inferior result is not worth the effort. But, to have the perfect result you will need patience because practice makes perfect and practice demands patience. I didn't start this dusk hour thought thinking how I'll come up with the three P's and annoy myself with alliteration. I don't have any substantial readership so I'd be presumptuous to say I am annoying you, dear reader(s) book idea. The three P's. Dr. Phil? Oprah? It's all yours if you link me to your blogs. Persistence too. ugh. I've proved my point.
I have not mastered patience and so I'm bored with my three or four P's idea already and wish someone would just buy it from me.
yesterday, at the caterered affair Courtney Jane Freyman, a working mom, said, "This is turning into an awesome luncheon." I could barely respond in the affirmative as I was so overtaken by thoughts of how the word "luncheon." came into being and feeling of revulsion that she had used that dreaded word 'awesome' and had introduced herself as a working mom.
. Brunch was a hybrid of breakfast and lunch, that I figured out only recently. LOL. I just would say it or do it with out thinking about how it came to pass. kinda embarrassing. But luncheon, what was up with luncheon?
Before Canadian bacon, bloody mary's and mimosas became a staple of our modern day brunch, I wonder if there ever was a dinner lunch hybrid and what they'd serve. Linner? Lupper? Or binner if you put brunch and dinner or breakfinner if you have eggs and steak in the evening.I imagine I would have read or heard about it if there were such word engagements, Anyone have a link?
I clearly am not a linguist and finding a niche for for this blog is going to be rough . Maybe, I'll start a spanking new blog and it will be called linguistics for foodies or it will be about words and social anxiety disorders and I'll call it words for wallflowers or it will about....
We still do not know the origin of luncheon and here I am thinking about anxiety disorders.
All this makes me think of the comedian who is bearing false witness against me and how there are three instances on the Internet where it says she steals jokes and it makes me grateful that this is in writing, and that If she tries to steal my luncheon bit she will be prosecuted and sent to hack hell where she belongs. This brings to mind my other idea for a successul blog called What's your beef? exposing the vice in advice.
The word "beef" as used to describe a grievance has gone out of style but I still like it. It is without a doubt preferable to "Issue." or "challenge" and more slangy and fun than dilemma or quandary. Strangers will post their beefs to my blog, and I'll ask them what advice they got for their beef, and then explicate why that advice was all wrong and how advice is almost always wrong etc/ I recently said about the slippery fingered comedian .that I had no beef with her ,but now I do ,and my beef is sticking in my craw. Since I was nowhere near the Algonquin round table, and even if I was, it would be filled with tourists and twits rather than lyricists and wits, I noted (silently) to myself how clever I was and realized that much of my quotations have ended up in the ether and how tragic that very well may or might be.
By the close of the luncheon, which was organized to raise funds for asperger awareness btw, I felt sure that my whats your beef idea was a winner. I waved a phony goodbye to the other luncheoners and I got into my larger than life car and sped home. Actually, I drove within the legal limits home, and I saw a homeless man and a nurse passing each other on LaBrea and I thought.... TRIAGE. Yes, Triage. And I had this desire to overthrow obama, hillary, and mcain, and become the president right there and then: Triage: Change the country using the triage method. First take care of depression, then hunger, then homelessness, then disease, then any other malady that compromises the basics of existence and then worry about the damned environment. Again, I was angry at the limousine liberals and thier cloth bags and thier over weaning desire for fine wine and their flat breads and their efforts to protect ducks from becoming pate and pit bulls from extinction and then i wasn't sure if the republicans were the ones'protecting the pit bulls like they protected the guns, and I got all confused and didn't know who to blame and I wasn't anywhere near my blog or to becoming president, and it was all just painful. I noticed I was wearing an aqua bracelet and I became even further disoriented until I remembered that that was the bracelet to show support for aspergers and then I thought no no not the support of it but the effort to stop it and then that familiar sound, the beep beep of the car behind me. I gave them the finger and came home to you but adware and a downloader had slowed you to such a crawl that I gave up and just waited for my brain to go blank. Then, I thought how that young man had come to me at the luncheon and said, "I want change." and I fake poked at my purse to indicate fakely that I only had credit cards and how I thought why is a panhandler at a luncheon and how rude to just demand it that way, and then he'd said, "don't you... you've got to vote for obama." This all was irritating enough until I saw that he was wearing a lapel pin that said put more us in the us of a. I silently cursed my discerning eye and accessories that tried to communicate and that ends the luncheon and this blog entry. Much more to discuss taters but that will be laters.