Heeeeeee….

…brilliant.
(NSFW)

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While I love…

Savin’ Me by Nickelback, I will NOT be singing it at karaoke unless I get a vocal chord transplant.
I sound like I’m caterwauling when i sing it.

Next song…

some fun comments by Richard Reeves

from here: [http://news.yahoo.com/s/ucrr/20080908/cm_ucrr/isobamaalreadypresident]
Mon Sep 8, 10:01 AM ET

“Romney was a hoot. My favorite. He must hate the media more than most of those who were in St. Paul, because he spoke as if he has not read or noticed anything for years. It is hard to believe he said:
“Is Washington now liberal or conservative? Let me ask you some questions. … Is a Congress liberal or conservative that stops nuclear power plants and off-shore drilling, making us more and more dependent on Middle Eastern tyrants? It’s liberal. Is government spending, putting aside inflation, liberal or conservative if it doubles since 1980? It’s liberal. … Throw out the big-government liberals and elect John McCain and Sarah Palin. … You know, it’s time for the party of big ideas, not the party of Big Brother.”
The big-government liberals he’s apparently worried about are the reigning Big Brother, Vice President Cheney, and the reigning borrow-and-spend budget-busting president, whom I had been thinking was named Bush. ”

and

“Oops! This just in: George W. Bush is still president and has been for more than seven distressing years. I guess I was fooled by the fact that his name was almost never mentioned in St. Paul. A computer count indicated that Bush’s name was used 12 times as often at the Democratic convention in Denver than in St. Paul …”

and

“The conventions were fun and games and a bit of fantasy this time around. But except for introducing the country to Gov. Palin of the Yukon, “Caribou Barbie” to the bloggers, I doubt these rock concerts did much beyond holding the contenders in place. This race will still be about Bush’s record, Obama’s race and McCain’s age. ”

How I deal with noisy upstairs neighbors

(who seem to have spawned a noisy, stomping and screaming rugrat).
I put on my Broadway list on iTunes (loudly) and warm up to such delights as Les Mis, Rent, Phantom of the Opera, Anything Goes, Guys and Dolls, etc.

And as I am dreadfully out of practice, I am off key and have a lovely howling quality to my voice of late.

Best comment evah…

# Kristen on April 10th, 2008 at 9:34 pm:

>She needs to get over it!

Bunny boilers never just get over stuff. They make things as awful as possible, then someone ends up drowned in a bathtub.

[Author DeborahAnne MacGillivray Harasses Amazon Reader]

Anyhoo, this author (in pathetic grammar) responded to a reader’s review on Amazon (and has subsequently removed it) telling her why she was mistaken in her opinion.

And moreover:

She has since deleted the review, but not before it came to light that MacGillivray uses yahoogroups and author groups to encourage, browbeat, or by other means, individuals into taking down negative reviews by reporting that the review is a) not helpful and b) abuse. MacGillivray also appears to have taken even further steps to ascertain personal information about Reba

2c. Re: vote down this bitch please
Posted by: DeborahAnne MacGillivray
writer@DeborahMacGIllivray.co.uk scotladywriter
Date: Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:17 pm ((PDT))
Well, thanks to XXXXXX our PI , we now have her name, her husbands
name, her chidrens names, her grannies and great grannies name. Her
address phone number and email
lolquite interesting.

Hilary Sares, MacGillivrays Kensington editor, purportedly is very aware of this situation and said only people with nothing better to do plays in this mess.

Bunny boilers indeed.
All of this is probably way more interesting than her books anyway.

Two paragraphs

that cement the fact that I heart Neil Gaiman…

“A five in the morning wake-up call and off to the airport to fly home. Finished the Yearbook article in the Northwest Lounge. Sent it off. I slept a bit on the plane. I’d heard that “crippling” snow was expected in Minneapolis, but it was actually rain and didn’t turn into snow until I had got home safely. And it was vital that I made it back in time because I had to get back home for…

The Sleepover. At which I was going to be The Adult. Starring Maddy and five of her thirteen/fourteen year old friends, at which I get to serve as chauffeur (to cinema and back) adviser (“you could probably put more cheese on those nachos”), placer-of-things-into-oven, and most importantly, because they had all just seen Prom Night and were a bit skittish, offerer of helpful advice (“You’ll all want to stick together this evening. It’s a big old house after all, and given the people who’ve died here over the years… well, I’ve said too much already…”). It’s going on as I type this.”
[Religiously interrupting your being since 2001]