Truly, no Jeremy Sisto hate to be found on this blog

So I put myself out there and make some controversial even RIBALD comments on the Crowley Gates Police Broohaha and all I get is some random anonymous love and a comment defending the honor of Jeremy Sisto.

My conclusion on that is that there is there should be no debate: Either something is illegal or not and if not then no police should arrest you. Therefore, Crowley is completely wrong and so is anyone clueless or stupid enough to defend him.

Are we becoming such a country of pansies that we can label all indignation as "verbal abuse" and get people arrested for utilizing the first amendment. I saw some republican harridan on tv saying how gates "verbally abused." this mayonaisse faced Crowley and so....

What a crock. Then, I saw some awful democrat talk about how much he hates Sarah Palin and this democrat looked like a lawyer who fucks up all his fiduciary duties and within one hour it was again confirmed that every group is made up of the decent and the imbecile and I'm glad I never joined any party but the party... in my pants. Long Story.


Since my Jeremy Sisto post got a comment I will today try to share with you(and you and you and you over there with the new wireless mouse) my other celebrity related stories.

First up: Tori Spelling

Then: The rock star

and so forth.... you lucky bastards.


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What a difference a year can make

If you would have told me a year ago that Mischa Barton and David Hasselhoff would undergo public displays of mental distress I wouldn't have believed you. I certainly would be very doubtful if you told me that Farrah would die of some unspeakable cancer and Michael Jackson would overdose on some unsexy sounding drug and effectively kill off media coverage of Farrah and the Iranian "Revolution". I would think you strange to suggest that David Carradine would be found hanging in a closet (in Thailand)with a rope around his shlong. I wouldn't beleive so much and yet...

I wouldn't believe that I'd be filing 2 motions in a criminal court today because some abject creatures have started the stupidest and sickest of wars and I wouldn't believe that I was such a... warrior.

I would always wonder what I would do if I was let's say... in Anne Franks situation ...and I always figured that I'd drop dead of greif and dissapointment(In the human condition) but now I'm not so sure and it's interesting to learn something so fundamental when in one's middle age.

typos typos typos

Looking over this blog and I see typos that really just ruin everything and here and there I fix a few and man does that feel futile.

I came on here to further discuss my theory on art but got so sickened by how these typos sneak in and ruin everything that now I'm posting about that rather shedding light on Art and Music and then I'm trying to type slower so as not to keep making these "make me sound as if English is my second language" typos and time is awasting yet again. And, as time goes on I'm really feeling how little time I have. This could be a prediction and I could indeed have little time left or this could just be a feeling of being rushed and I could be on here in 50 years talking about my life as a disgruntled septuganarian. Hard to know... most things.

But,for now I'm in the prediction business because I keep making them and they come true and I want someone someday to point to this blog and call me the modern nostradamus. Otherwise, I'll have to just keep insisting that I am without any evidence.

art by sis when she was 12 y.o, muffins, lychees and such and so and whatnot etc.

Well, Pms once again crept upon me and made me forget that I was pms'ing. So all the existential anguish and bell jar blah blah blah was just hormones. Hard to believe, and I must excercise and use primrose oil this time around. I've been saying that for years but this recent bout of such despair and resentment and and all sorts of other emotions that made existence difficult, must be prevented.

I still can't find my niche, blogwise. I want to comment on L.A because It's still somewhat freshly annoying in so many ways but I can't imagine having to neglect my serial killing related blogs or my muffin business aspects or the millions of other sedgeways I want to take. Ie: why do you think the sedgeway scooter thing was such a resounding flop? I suggest that it's because this hybrid skateboard and scooter had a poor ratio of cool/efficiency. Sure, it could get you to your destination quicker but if you recieve too many looks of repulsion on your way to your destination than do you even care, at that point? Most people, despite their feeble protestations, care what others think, and so they will just set the alarm for a little earlier rather than having to witness too much scorn in their fellow man's eyes. I think so. Yes, I do. I am so going to follow through this time and continue with this blog post. I have a severe problem with follow through in the past and that is my biggest goal now: To follow through with my follow through goal.

I've been a virtual joke machine this week and now I just need to follow through and get it all down on tape and then send those tapes out and then propel myself off my computer chair and out to greet the adoring masses, whence they appear.

I never even had a sedgeway joke and see i sort of have one now, but now that I've written it and posted it and some silent eyes may see it, I've lost any joy in it and must make up new ones. My new gimmick: The funny comic lady who never repeats a joke. If she does-- she has to buy you a beer. What do you think?....

Answer me. dammit.

The muffin business is officially troubled. The lychee distributor that libby was getting wholesale prices from, has passed away. The guy who was getting us discount guar gum( an essential ingrediant btw) is getting in from a source that also makes salsa. So, the odds are stacked and salmonella can happen if we keep dealing with him. We'll see. This same shit happened last time: I was ready to launch my spinach pizza business the exact day of the spinach scare. Unlucky? That's always a hard question to answer.

I'm not bald or poor. I have a husband and a normal amount of children(though the chilren are not too normal, but not in they're special(in that good way) way.


I tell you, I'm overwhelmed. Very overwhelmed. I just figured out that it is possible to create a blog in three easy steps. This took me months to realize btw. Then, I feel that the time has come to get a webcam and so I do and I can't figure out how to get sound on it because ... I .... just.... can't. And now I see out of the corner of my eye that I should install.... widgets. Pardon my language, but what the fuck? Fuckity fuck fuck. Widgets, my ass.

I'm starting to feel that this old computer(I)either needs a major upgrade or it needs to be ditched all together. It has some corrupted files, that's for sure. And one of them is the comeuppance file. Even if I do get a new computer i plan to transfer that one over. So, if my arch nemesis( the repulsive carbunkle fig floataro) thinks that all her reckless madness is forgotten she has another thing and another thing... and another thing coming. Until she admits her lies and attempts to undo the damage, she will take up those megabytes and my computer will try to rid itself of this corrupted file. Enough computer analogies!! Geez. There is no end to analogies once you get into the habit. The only moral dillemma I've been slighty troubled with: Is it wrong to despise a roach?

Doesn't the roach, inherently, have enough issues as it is? This particular as ugly as a waterbug , roach is hard on the eyes, dull,below average in intelligence, and worse of all... unsexy. No. just kidding. It's worst quality is probably it's capacity to harm it's superiors.

So, that does, at times, give me pause, or at most, make me question my method of pest removal: bait traps or just smashing it and saving the effort of setting the traps and waiting for it to dissapear. Time will tell. < that cliche assumes that time has a voice and that time doesn't just heal but it will tell you when the scab is gone. But, do you have to apply neosporin and if there's a band aid, how many times do you have to change it. Ah, the lack of ink and paper waste, is making these blog entries, seem.... nutso. But, I'm only really nutso when my hormones make me so. So, I'm sane for the vast majority of the month.


Delmont Kliein!!! The spinster sisters!!! Mommy Henya-- the funniest mommy in the world. How shall I pay you homage and yet maintain both objectivity and brevity? Impossible? Yes.

So, i'll post a short poem and upload an image and hope that destiny runs into fate and that fate e-mails kismet who then conference calls synchronicity who then gets back to me and that my next blog post will find us all in valhalla, bali hai, or utopia and that we all like it there... lots.
Well, that's taken care of. My office program has stopped working and I can't access anything by delmont. Maybe, the picture will still work... It works. Good. I think I'll post my reaction to my new webcam.

tater.

distractions, change, desire, and technology

Oh dear. Oh dear. Too much going on and all in that all sound and fury way. 1,000 hits and now I am forced to really blog my ass off. I still haven't learned how to link and only my higher power can help me now.

I have been very chatty with my higher party this month. I'm not one of those lucky ones who becomes religious and finds a new religious life. That isn't happening. But,I feel as of late, that I need some outside help and I'm too proud to ask anyone but that perfect perfect entity that is up there and has omnipotence on his resume.

Last night, I was talking to the entity a lot and I can't but feel that the entity is listening. I won't tell you our conversation but it was filled with requests. It is so not a two things with me and my entity because I assume that the entity has no needs as he is completely complete.

Anyhow, I have notebooks of illegible handwriting and some jokes and silliness I'd like to share soon. I'm still unable to get sound on my webcam and I am convinced that all these advances in technology, and my somewhat illogical desire to keep up with them, is making me ... bananas. I still don't know how to put muscic in the mp3 I bought only a week ago and my cell phone frightens me.

Now, I hear of flash drives and feel compelled to know what they do and I am going ... bananas.

For those coming here for stories of my serial killing ways and means, I apologize. I've been sort of incapacitated and I am putting a kibosh on slaying for July.

I've even changed the name of my blog so as not to be misleading. I'm a nice lady for a serial killer.

The muffin business is on hiatus fyi-- libby is jet setting for the summer and maggie is in the hamptons living the high life with all sorts of glossy personalities. I've done all that in the past, and this year I told hubby that I am staying put and just blogging and making sure the help doesn't mutiny etc. The kids are off in camp and they write me retarded letters about the weather and activities and I write them letters than try to hint that I'm not interested. Those kids ruined my stomach's perfecttion and have not offered me any good conversation. Still, if I didn't have them I'd be considered barren and lonesome and so it goes.

Still, though much distractions have gone, new distractions pop up constantly and I am kept from you, bloggy poo.

I'm creepy sometimes.

I plan to return to you this evening and to write something of some concern to maybe someone. I can't know as the viewership has been quite silent. It usually annoys me when anyone other then the british put a "quite" or "rather" before another word. But, i think it fits here somehow.

I must now removed my restless fingers from the keyboard and do things less enjoyable. I have pics and poems and novel excerpts, and art and rap and short stories at the ready. I've learned how to upload long ago and for that I pat my own back.

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I'm better now. So, another first- hating superdelegates. Who are these super morons who are picking Obama over Hillary. I can't get over how a completely unviable candidate is going this far due completely to the wretched liberals who will prosper if a penguin is elected president. I really do loathe them on a personal level as I live amogst them. One day I will tell you about the liberals in Baja. That is a story that will summarize the true nature of the overt do gooder. See a face in the crowd and lonesome rhodes as played by Andy Griffith. This is really awful and anyone who votes for obama is worthy of Mr. T saying "I pity the fool." What ever happened to Mr. T? I wonder where he lives and if he recounts his days on the X team or squad or whatever it was , over and over again all the time. Does he leave the house much? He can't get a real job and he can't get a fake job. What does he do with the hours when he is not asleep. Maybe he does voiceovers. i don't know. Does anyone know? I wanna know. The news now says that a woman was beaten for cutting a line at disneyworld. All i can say is that she is very lucky I lost all joy in amusement parks, cause if I was present at the time of her selfish modernday shithead behavior I might have made her my 74th victim. Luck is such a relative concept, doncha think, taters? What does stephanie powers do with her days? Is she a figment of my imagination or does she really exist after Hart to Hart. I see that label open space what should I put there?