Hey!
Posted on June 19th, 2009 by Miss J
This just tickles me.
Domain names and dandelion fluff for brains
Posted on June 7th, 2009 by Miss J
This is what you might have seen if you shone a flashlight in my ear this morning.
I completely forgot to renew my domain name. I knew it expired soon… I just didn’t realize it was TODAY until I went to write a post and discovered that my site was no longer accessible. So I had to scramble around, find ten dollars and renew it. By the time I did that, I forgot what the hell I originally intended to write about.
Oh, well, at least this gave me an actual use for this nifty photo I took of a fluffy dead flower.
Deadbeat Club reunion!
Posted on June 3rd, 2009 by Miss J
I’ve just recently seen, in person, these dear dear people for the first time in FOR EVER, and I’ve been doing a damnable lot of little-girlish squealing the last few days. The MILF on the left is Nichole, and the handsome fellow in the middle is my brother Gabriel. (Technically, we’re more like shirt-tail cousins, but I’m not going to get into the tortuous morass of Southern relationships right now.) Obviously, I must be the escaped mental patient on the right. We used to call ourselves the Deadbeat Club, after the B-52s song.
I was good, I could talk
A mile a minute,
On this caffeine buzz I was on
We were really hummin’
We would talk every day for hours
We belong to the deadbeat club…
And so on. We shared an apartment long, long ago, and seemed to spend most of our spare time in loitering in cafes, lurching around in clubs, or running all over town on bizarre, hilarious expeditions orchestrated by Nichole’s brother Stephen, the ringleader/criminal mastermind of the household. He’s not in the above photo because (a) he took it, and (b) wasn’t really quite in the Deadbeat Club because despite consuming truly heroic amounts of coffee, he never spiked it with liquor first thing in the morning, and generally spent FAR too much of his time sober to qualify for full membership.
Be that as it may, the whole gang of four got together today, naturally in a coffee shop, and no doubt annoyed the other patrons with our (loud) incessant laughing, teasing each other mercilessly, and telling each other stories complete with appalling sound effects. We had a wonderful time; when we weren’t reminiscing (meaning: reminding each other of tomfoolery that one or more of us didn’t remember due to being extremely drunk at the time it occurred), we discussed current events and our own present lives, and it almost felt like we were picking up a conversation right where it left off twenty years ago.
I’m failing to come up with a closing paragraph that isn’t sappy, so I’ll leave you with what happens when somebody points a camera at Nichole before she assures herself that her hair and makeup is acceptable:
This post was brought to you by the burn unit at Shands Hospital.
An advantage of being single
Posted on May 19th, 2009 by Miss J
I was wandering around in Springfield historic district in my city when I saw this lilac house with lavender trim, and it occurred to me that now that I live alone, I can paint MY house any damn color I want.
I don’t have to concern myself with the tastes or opinions of anybody else when choosing paint, furniture, dishes, or anything else.
Not that I can actually afford to redecorate the house right now; I’m scrambling to pay the light bill at the moment, but when I finally DO have some extra money, just wait and see what happens! I can paint the bathroom bubblegum pink and buy a purple living room sofa, and there’s not a damn thing anybody can do about it. So THERE.
Close-up of a lily
Posted on May 17th, 2009 by Miss J
Yes, yes, I know it’s dreadfully lazy of me to post a photo instead of writing an actual article, but at least it’s not a YouTube video, like far too many of my so-called recent posts. I figure as long as I’m walking around compulsively taking pictures of anything that catches my eye (and stays put long enough for me to get my camera out of my purse), I might as well use the photos for something. I believe this is called “original content”.
Anyway, this is a dwarf lily blooming in the garden in front of a little beauty shop around the corner from my house. I was walking past on my way to buy my accursed cigarettes, and paused to take a picture, because I thought it was pretty. How’s that for an exciting story?
GOP ball-sucking fetish news
Posted on April 14th, 2009 by Miss J
These people are KILLING me. This stuff is so funny on its own there’s no point in even joking about it.
I love the little caption on the screen that says “Teabag Mouthpieces”.
The Taj Mahal is a TOMB.
Posted on March 11th, 2009 by Miss J
I do so love the PUMAs. They make me nearly weep with socialist half-breed Muslin laughter. Here is an unintentionally funny video in which they witlessly compare their pathetic political “movement” to a ridiculously extravagant place to store a dead body.
“The PUMA movement was thought of as a bunch of disgruntled voters when in reality, it was the Taj Mahal of consciousness reforming political mathematics.”
Life is short, filled with stuff
Posted on February 5th, 2009 by Miss J
In a truly sucktacular turn of events, Lux Interior died yesterday. I am not happy. To be honest, I’m fighting tears. I realize they are selfish tears, because I didn’t know the man personally, but it’s always gut-wrenching to learn of the death of one of the icons of my misspent youth. I’m not entirely crying for myself, though; the world will be a slightly less interesting place with one less creative weirdo in it. And there’s not likely to be another Cramps album or tour ever again, because Lux wasn’t exactly a replaceable commodity. See for yourself: