OK, I know I’m whining, but in Maine, we weren’t so stupid as to cheerfully run around outside in nothing more than a sweater (and pants, you pervert) when it was 24-degrees!!!
Wait. Yes, we did. That meant Spring was here. Never mind.
Happy Spring, Florida!
Bill Mauldin, the Pulitzer prize-winning World War II cartoonist who chronicled the war’s reality through his characters Willie and Joe died Wednesday at age 81.
The thing that always struck me about those WW2 cartoons was the attitude. Willie and Joe weren’t the swaggering, love-the-fatherland, spit-and-polish creations of a government desperate to convince the world how great it was. They were Americans–unshaven, dirty, wiseasses who didn’t like their bosses or their jobs but did them anyway. This was never understood by the rest of the world (nor by some of our own–Patton tried to shut him down several times). I think that it’s one of those defining characteristics that needs to be taken into account when dealing with us as a people.
We don’t respect our leaders. We don’t even follow them, if it’s not convenient and we think we can get away without doing so. Usually, our personal sphere of giveashit radiates to the edge of our own foxhole. But we know what’s right, and we do the job we signed up to do. That’s why idiots who attack us are so shocked when we unite and strike back. It’s also why idiots who lead us, thinking we’ll follow wherever they want to go, are so shocked when we tell them to get stuffed.
If you’re unfamiliar with ole Willie and Joe, here are a couple of links to get you started. Don’t say I never gave you nothin’.
Twiddling my thumbs, waiting for the real monkey man to return. How come ten blog days feel like a hundred regular ones?
While you wait, rate: Monkey Hot or Not?
[ via GeekGrrl ]
I started to write my feelings on Michele quitting the Bloggies, and I began to feel like I’ve lost my way with this thing. I have thought that all I have been doing lately is writing to the Blogosphere or the Blogiverse or whatever the hell it is, not to the rest of the world (who don’t really know what a Bloggy is, nor do they care). I felt like maybe I’m focusing too much on the latest chapter of “As The Blogosphere Turns.”
For example, today (um, yesterday) was the 30th anniversary of Roe v. Wade. Instead of writing something pertinent, like -e- and Dania, I spent my time yakking about a meaningless award from some teenager that was supposed to be fun but turned out to be another French judge at the Olympics fiasco. What the hell?
So, I went back and looked at January posts to see how many are pure blogger bologna and how many are about life and toys and cool links. Thankfully (and surprisingly), it was about 50-50. In fact, there were a few more non-blogger than blogger-centric posts (like this one, duh). So, I’m not completely a slave to the blog powers. I still write about MOHAA and the circus every once in a while. Hallelujah.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my blogging friends. I love being a part of the goings on in Blogspace (foolish nickname number three, ha!). But not when they have to take the kind of crap Michele did today. And not when deserving bloggers get dumped on for being nominated for a stupid award–or have their bubble burst by someone calling it a stupid award. That’s when I feel like turning this whole thing off for good.
Then, I read this post from GeekGrrl. I love the summary:
So, I guess I’ll continue to blog, just like I did yesterday, and just like I will tomorrow. I won’t put as much stock into being a nominee. I won’t expect the mall to shutdown, just so I can shop at one boutique. I won’t expect the mailman to bring my mail up to my door. I’ll continue to live on my pre-Bloggie-Nominee income. I’ll use my brand new Sharpies to draw mustaches on pictures, instead of for signing autographs. And best of all, I’ll return to powdered cheese for my macaroni.
That’s my spork sistah talkin’. And damn if she ain’t right… except for the powdered cheese… go with Easy Mac. And I l-o-o-o-v-e the photo. When are you gonna use the markers on it?
S-u-u-u-r-e. “Piece of cake,” they said. But they didn’t tell me I’d be competing against frickin’ Bloggy nominees! Blogwhore2 Competitors Announced.
Just shoot me.
Are the Bloggys trying to steal the thunder from Carnival of the Vanities #18 by announcing their nominees on the same day? I smell a rat. (I really should clean up the cat’s messes sometime.)
OK, so what happened to all the “Bloggys suck” and “Bloggys are a big popularity contest”? Or am I just bitter because I didn’t frickin’ get nominated for anything? Huh? What the hell do you think? Rat bastids.
Oh, I’m not saying that I couldn’t be paid to go HERE and vote for
Christine’s Blogs and Pets for Best Weblog Webring,
Jason’s Blogrolling.com for Best Weblog Directory or Update Monitor AND Best Application for Weblogs,
Dave’s Acerbia for Best European or African Weblog,
Mike’s akacooties for Best Canadian Weblog,
Michele’s A Small Victory or Christine’s Big Pink Cookie for Best American Weblog,
Mikey’s Electric Bugaloo for Best Tagline of a Weblog,
Christine’s Picture Yourself for Best Non-Weblog Content of a Weblog Site,
a whole buncha hot chicks, a Dave, and a promodude’s Scriptygoddess for Best Programming of a Weblog Site,
Eric Olsen’s Blogcritics for Best Weblog About Music,
Michele’s something or other for Best Weblog About Politics,
Eric Costello (one of my blogparents)’s Glish.com OR Shelley’s Girlie’s Tips and Tricks OR the aforementioned Scriptygoddess for Best Web Development Weblog,
Mr. Gretchen’s c:\pirillo.exe for Best Computers or Technology Weblog,
Blogwhore for Best Topical Weblog That I Am Not Pimping,
Tracy’s Time for Your Meds for Most Humorous Weblog,
Scriptygoddess AGAIN for Best Group or Community Weblog,
Kymberlie’s Neurotic Fishbowl for Best-Designed Weblog,
Jessica’s Blog Anon for Best-Kept-Secret Weblog,
Melissa’s (sorry, SporkGrrl’s) My So Called Life OR the aforementioned Neurotic FishBowl for Best New Weblog,
and some evil wench for Weblog of the Year.
I’m just saying what’s in it for me?
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[ Ghoulishly snatched from the brain pan of Bill. It’s her bra-a-a-ins I love. ]
Oscars? Bah!
Golden Globes? Feh!
Bloggys? Pffft!
It’s time for the real awards. Check out the B3TA AWARDS 2003.
Wassup! Timmay! I like the Most Annoying Catchphrase category. It’s cheap as chips, but takes my mind off the war on terror.
This evening as we strolled the grocery aisles, I found myself craving Cherry Garcia. I usually ignore the Ice Cream Demon™ (believe it or not), but she said, “If you want it, go ahead and get it.”
On the way home, we needed to stop and pick up some kitty food, and it seemed like I hit every stop light.
HER: Argh! You’re hitting every light.
ME: I’m sorry. The luck’s just not with me tonight.
HER: But my ice cream is melting!
ME: *snicker*
HER: I mean your ice cream is melting.
ME: Mm-hmm.
HER: Well, I’m kinda looking forward to it now…
