I followed this link from Twitter, enjoyed it immensely, retweeted it, and tried to post it on Facefuck. I was prevented from doing so. FINE! I will share it even more. If you think it is offensive, don’t share it.
I’ve encountered Facecrap’s nannying before, and I will never condone it. Why stop people from posting good things, but allow bullying and bullshit?
Guest post by Hallie Dolin __________________________ Let me tell you a story. It’s violent and it’s not pretty, but it needs to be told. My paternal grandmother’s mother was from a family called Sereichik, named after their hometown of Sereija in what is now Lithuania. My dad has a sheaf of documents, full of my…
…at plans. And drum makers who make plans. But this time I think I’ve got it right. It took several weeks to make the frame, from steel hoops, cardboard, and layers of paper and fabric. Tedious waits for glue, paint and protective coatings to dry. Sanding, re-coating, measuring, drilling. Then twice I tried to head…
Variations on an old rant. You have no idea how to construct a decent sentence and really don’t care. You can not or will not use sensible formatting, and stick your readers with a mass of run-together text and/or other discourteous and inhospitable barriers to comfortable reading. You misspell characters’ names. Really, this stuff is…
Let’s postulate a peaceful tribe of Noble Savage warriors descended from carnivores. Send them an Honorable White Man with a selfish motive. Let’s have this HWM, this super Everyman’s Gary Stu, be sucked right into their neo-aztec NuAge culture and impress the tits off them. Yeehah. Uh…too oxymoronic for you? Okay, let’s pile on a…
I blew it again. The binding wasn’t tight enough. Since there was no way to adjust it, I’ve taken it apart again. Yes, again. This was the second time I’ve mis-headed that frame. Maybe the third will be lucky. Oh well. Dinner was good. Ham, baked potatoes, and squash. BTW, I have always loathed that…
When all the weapons are silent ——————————— What will the Glorious Fourth be like when all the weapons are silent? Will fireworks mimic the shrieks of the dying, the hiss and bubble of burning flesh? Will a rocket fly moaning into the sky to break with a dying gasp? Ladies and germs, allow me to…