Oh Great...Another Quiz!

You're Totally Sarcastic

You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny. Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it. And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.

How Sarcastic Are You?

I can't deny this. At all.

Mel's Mouth Motors On.

Give Mel Gibson a break? Give me a break! The whole point of the linked blog is that people can't help what they say when they're "likkerd up." Supposedly his reputation is already damaged by this so we ought to let it go. If we let it go, exactly where would this damage be?

"You've suffered enough, Mel. It must have been so rough being like countless other slobbering drunks who make jackasses out of theirselves, and endanger lives in the process. It must be horrible to have to stand by your actions, to face up to the hateful words you spewed."

Look, this isn't Mayberry, and Mel isn't Otis the Adorable Alkie! When I get drunk I hug people -- strangers mostly. When I sober up, I accept the fact that my extrovert had went carousing. Mel has some verbal diarrhea and his inner anti-semite came spewing out. We all know that drunks say things they don't completely mean -- sometimes they give into hate, but I don't think drunks say things that don't have a glimmer of truth for them either. For this man to be blasted for his portrayal of a group of people and then be heard to spout hatred for the same group after his tongue is loosened? I don't buy that this was not in his heart.

I'll give Mel a break around the time he acknowledges that his life, alcoholism aside, is pretty frikkin' good, and much of his good-fortune is due to the people he seems to think are the cause of war. (Of course, he's not giving back that money any time soon.) He is where he is because of huge box office which you don't get by just selling tickets to devout Catholics.

Then we have the whole issue of people who can afford limos, cabs, whatever, driving while intoxicated. A poor schlub is bad enough when he gets behind the wheel, but Mel doesn't even need to wipe his own butt, let alone drive anywhere. People, imo, should be just as upset about that as they are his comments.

And why does it seem that somewhere between the 20th and 30th year of fame that people are losing their minds? Just when you think that being Tom Cruise's publicist has to be thankless, you have to contemplate Mel's people spinning this. Anyhow, why are these people, who have been sheltered for so long, seeming to become even more isolationist? I understand how a fishbowl can make you buggy, but the complete breaks with reality are a little much.

In the end, people have prejudices and grudges, even fortunate people. They shouldn't be burned at the stake for them, but neither should their words be excused because they're drunk, or rich, or have pretty blue eyes... Sometimes, when people get a hard time, they deserve it. People get to say what they wish, but agreeing they have that right doesn't mean that there should be no repercussions or reactions to those words.

Ya'll Come Visit!

I have a new blog going, more focused on the writing type stuff. You can also hear my voice there.

Nicolette Rivers/What Good Girls Don't Do...

Word Flirts...

There's a new group blog for romance/naughty romance writers which seems to have a very friendly atmosphere. If that's your sorta thing, check it out:

Word Flirts!

Hotter Than a Two Dollah Pistol...

Hot. For Minnesota, it's effin' hot. And like most people in the area, where our extremes are usually of the cold variety, all I have is a couple fans. My dogs are hot, too.

Every time the husband puts water on the greyhound's head to cool her, the sheltie freaks and starts rolling around, shaking, and trying to dry from the imaginery water in what has to be the most empathetic behavior I've ever seen.

I went shopping today. Some Bigs from the company that is buying the company for which I work is coming in on Tuesday. The nearest town with clothing is nearly fifty miles away. Of course, I still ran into a people I knew who also have the drive that far for anything beyond basic staples.

Then we went to eat, and I ordered lasagna which was nauseating pepper-y. The waitress told me that it was because it was pasta. Huh? What? There is a place here, un my little town that kicks ass on the lasagna. The waitress tries to act like I can't handle spicy food -- one common spice way overused is not spicy. I like spicy. I miss Indian food in ways that my vocabulary is inept to satisfactorily convey. This was just bad. Anyhow, I made the waitress take it off the bill. Will eat there again the fifth of never, mostly because of the waitress acting like the problem was with me.

But I bought a cute outfit, so it's all of the Happy. Even got a cute necklace to match. Of course, I'm currently wearing pink shorts with blue flowers and a lime-ish green shirt, so fashion is not my strong suit. <--- see what I did with the pun?

Writers: Give Me Your Wisdom, Lend Me Your Ears...

I'm looking to step up the writing efforts and thinking of submitting to e-publishers. I've been bopping around the blogosphere, and there are a lot of people who seem to read and review online publications. I want in! So any writers who stop by and would like to toss me some suggestions from which publisher, to guidelines that seem to work, to not making as ass on myself -- um, feel free. I would welcome comments here or in an email.

Shame Makes Me Babble.

Yeah, I was gone for a while again...I am The Suck.

Speaking of sucking -- LAME PUN ALERT -- I seem to be back into vampire novel mode. I'm currently enjoying the novels of MaryJanice Davidson. (And, yes, she had a blog...tho she clearly isn't as diligent as I am.) I've been meaning to check out these books for a while, and since seeing her stories in a couple anthologies. I have a weakness for stories set in Mini-soda, but I bet anyone who reads me regularly feels that it was unnecessary for me to say that.

The deal on these books -- at least the Undead series -- is that a blonde woman with a shoe fixation gets killed, but soon rises in a second hand clothes and Payless shoes, to discover that she is not just a vampire...but the queen of vampires. Good stuff, although heavier on quips than plot.

The writer is quite clever, and I actually tracked down a little flamewar she was in. It started on Romancing the Blog. I used to post there, but was pretty soundly ignored.

Anyhow, the debate in question happened because MJD stated people shouldn't take Amazon reviews to seriously 'cause you really don't know the credentials of the people reviewing. (At least this was my interpretation.) Somehow people took her to be an elitist bitch. The debate spread to other sites, and it became clear that a lot of these people really missed her humor, which she seems incapable of abandoning even if it's for her own good. I can relate.

Had a birthday yesterday...glad to be alive, pissed that women for their ages. I oughta beat someone with my cane.

Went to the dentist the day before that, and was informed that the annoying fissure at the back of my mouth is because of a wisdom tooth, but he wants to wait up to a year before he does anything. Well, he did poke at the sore with a pointy metal thing. He also told me that, for how rare it is for me to go to the dentist, my teeth are in really good shape. I think I heard resentment in his tone, like I was invalidating his existance. Anyhow, he told me that the big ouchy thing that my tongue won't leave alone is more an annoyance than anything else.

The writing is in a rut. I still do quite well with my internet porn, er, erotica, but haven't submitted anything for publication for a year. Don't know why not since the last thing -- the only thing -- I've ever submitted got published. Oh...right...laziness.

The thing with the internet smut, er, erotica is that there's instant validation, and response, and no editor on your ass. I worked pretty hard on that silly little story that I go published.

Speaking of work, they sent out another memo about confidentiality agreements and not blogging about them. Oops. (Ignore this paragraph.)

Beware of....

Dog!