Socially Dead

There is a reason I call my daughter the PITA. She can be a serious pest. (She can be the B word too, but I'm not going there today.) Once she decided that she wanted a blog, she pestered me. She kept saying she wanted to call it Sissies Go Home. She said it was a blog for the socially dead. I thought that was a pretty interesting phrase. I Whois'd it. Available. Then I came up with the tagline, Life is Tough, when you have no Life. The PITA got very excited. I told her the cost of a domain and hosting. That's when she said, "ME LIKEY. I WANT."

Spoiled brat.

So with the kind help of Jester, who set up Wordpress, email, and fixed my header dilemma, the PITA now has a blog. A blog that is far more stylish and cool than mine. A blog that will probably garner far more attention than her attention whore mother. Meh. I can live with that.

So please stop by Socially Dead and say hi to Motley. She already knows the likes of Jester, Fab, Dave's bad monkey, Karl's phallus, Matt's Sunday Disservice, Shiny (the girl), and MaryO. Next thing you know,she'll be doing a duet with Fab at the Big Honking Duet Show!

Before I sign off today I want to share some humpday hotness. I miss hotness. I need more hotness in my life. Today, I'm sharing Will Chalker with you. You straight men need to head to the bottom of this post. I'll share something else with you there. And now, here's Will, he of the luscious wheat colored hair and long lean... um muscles. I have a host of Will pics because my friend Jen used him to represent one of her characters at the Bar. At first, I wasn't all that taken with Will, but you know, those muscles grow on you. And once I saw him smiling in a pic (a Paco Rabanne Black ad) I was a goner.

For the men I have someone whom all the woman seem to think is hot. A little topless Eliza Dushku anyone? She certainly is hot. Personally, I liked Liz from last week better but Eliza's pretty damn hot too. Eliza too was chosen by Jen to represent one of her characters. Jen has an eye for what's hot. And, no. She doesn't have a blog. For those of you who write though, you will find her at JR Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood message board, where she's a moderator. I'm always envious when she says she's talked to the author on the phone. I can't be too envious though. She's gotten me every one of the BDB books signed!

I hope you enjoyed the Humpday Hotness, and if you get the chance, stop by Socially Dead. Have a great Wednesday!

Ugh

That about sums up how I feel this morning. I might be getting a bug. Or it could just be that my sleep cycle is all discombobulated. Not sure. I do want to shoot Dummy. He bugged the hell out of me last night. I don't care how beautiful he is, I'm pissed at him. So irked, in fact, that I was dreaming I was in an odd house where the next door neighbors kept breaking in, trying to steal him. When they couldn't get him, they enlisted all their friends, of whom there were many, to toss beer and soda cans into our yard. In the dream, I was really angry. To the point of calling the cops angry. I had my kid snapping pics of them for evidence. The dream made no sense. I was pissed at Dummy. Why would I be pissed at someone for trying to steal him? I would have given him away at any point last night!

Other than bitching about Dummy, I'm too tired to give you much of anything today. However, I do want to mention the fact that my daughter is in a frenzy of excitement. Concert? New boyfriend? Chili cheese fries? None of the above. She's saving to go to Warped Tour in Portland. (Don't ask. I'm still pissed at the kids for this idea.) She and Invincible Morrison, the boyfriend, are apparently back together after a very brief breakup due to his clingyness which is now gone. She does love chili cheese fries, but I haven't bought her any in awhile. No, she's excited because I got her a domain name yesterday.

She wants a blog. She's been working on different name and theme ideas for a short while. Finally, she comes up with something like Sissies Stay Home. Something about being socially dead. I, in all my brilliance, go to ShareArea.com, the registrar where my domains are. (ShareArea.com is owned by Mike Wallace, who is the creator of the horse racing sim where I'm message board moderator. I think after 5 years in the game, and now being made a mod, I can call Mike a friend.) I look up sociallydead.com and it's available. I IM my kid. She says Ooooooh! I tell her, Blog Name: Socially Dead. Tagline: Life is Tough, when you have no Life. She says, I WANT. ME LIKEY. So at lunch I register the domain and make this:



That's a banner sized version of the blog header. Now I just have to get the hosting sorted out, enter the nameservers, and wait for propagation time. My kid is so excited her boobs are jiggling. No, wait. Those jiggle anyway. Heh. Once the blog is up and launched, we'll have a little Grand Opening and I'll ask everyone to stop by and wish her well with her blogginess.

Okay, that's all I have for today, other than... UGH. I don't feel so good. Hope you all feel better than me. Have a great Tuesday.

Weird Crap Wednesday

I'm really tweaked that my zip disks are missing. I know, I know. You're laughing your asses off at me over such old technology. I had a buttload of zip disks with photos on them, including these really nice high res images that a pro photog took of me and my former pal Dan aka "D". The zip disk case is missing about 3 disks, including the disk with all the photos. That really upsets me because there were lots of photos there besides the cleavage shots. Photos that I can't replace. I hate when stuff like this happens. I have a suspicion I know what happened to the disks (a man suffering from drug induced paranoia), but I'm really hoping it wasn't him. I'm hoping the PITA and I can find them in this house somewhere. I don't want to be mad at him...

Okay, enough being pissy and upset. I have some weird crap to share this Wednesday because it's late and the time change has totally fucked me up, so I'm out of time to get this post up and catch a few Z's so I can function tomorrow. No more playing hooky with a 100 fever like I have the past 2 days.

Weird Item Number 1: I am completely amazed that no one, but no one can find the guy in the Air France commercial. I'm posting the damned thing again, and reminding everyone that they can win a prize with fangs if they find the dude. I'll let you pick a t-shirt or a clock or something from the Bar store if you can find the guy! Here's that weird ass commercial. (Like I need to see it again. They played the fuck out of it at CNN for 3 lousy weeks! Grrr!) It's so weird that no one can find him and give me a name.

Weird Item Number 2: My kid has the longest fingers ever and she's got some long ass nails. REAL nails, not fake. Then she goes and buys this neon green polish. After her manicure, she sits in the car admiring her fingers and snaps a pic with her RAZR. She's freaking weird. The nails are freaking weird. Okay, maybe they are a little cool, but c'mon. They're still weird.

Weird Item Number 3: I found a picture I could have sworn I deleted. I mean, it's not an attractive image. I was a little on the buzzed side, trying to take a pic of the reindeer horns that I was wearing on my head on Christmas Eve. First of all, how pathetic was that for a Christmas Eve? Second, I deleted the damn thing! I know I did! Why it is still in My Pictures is a mystery. Someone is fucking with me. I know it. And I don't think that they are corporeal, although they must know how to use the recycle bin...

Weird Item Number 4: I was hunting for a nice dragon graphic awhile back when I was working on the Bar t-shirts. I found this cool purple graphic and I liked it so I saved it. Last week at work, the PITA changed her desktop picture and lo and behold, there is that purple dragon graphic. So I ask her if she's been logging into my computer as me. She looks at me all weird and says, "No, I don't have your password, remember?" Duh. She doesn't. So I ask her, "Where the hell did that come from?" I point to the picture. She looks at me even weirder and says, "Deviant Art. It's really cool." The PITA and I downloaded the same pic like a week apart.


Weird Item Number 5: Gunther and the Sunshine Girls. Have you ever seen these videos? They are the funniest thing on YouTube. OMG, this dude is totally serious! Everyone I know laughs at him and there are a ton of parodies out. The best parody ever was the Christmas one where there were midgets dancing and a bunch of feminine men dressed as elves. This song is pretty funny if you listen to the lyrics. Oooh, you touch my tra la la! I can't put the video on here. The Sunshine Girls are making out with each other wearing nothing but a sheet and you can see Gunther's bare ass. It's hysterical though, so if you've never seen this before, go check it out. But really, pee first so you don't have an accident.

Now before I sign off, this is for Mary and all you other folks who love a hot body. Besides, I had to wipe away the image of Gunther somehow:


That's it for me this Wednesday. Hope the weirdness didn't scare you off! LOL Tomorrow for my Thursday Thirteen, I was gonna do 13 couples from the Bar, but I dunno now. I want something more fun. I'll have to think on it while I'm at the cemetery...