Does anyone know what happened to agency tart? Her blog was quite funny and inspired me. I thought, hell this woman could be me except I’m in Hooterville dealing with nimrods who take the work we do back to their country club pals for approval while enjoying a few Budweisers. If she’s out there, do give her my regards. Her saucy diary of her day-to-day observations maybe got her fired?
And I quote: “Send me spam and I’ll punch you in the aorta.”
Charming.
If you have kids, then show them that not everything on the Internet is naughty (like my blog). Smories is a great site featuring free original stores written by kids, told by kids. Based in the UK, (I love the Brits!) many of the children reading their work on the site have English accents, which is pretty cool for those newbies from the US who see the site. Go there. It’s very, very cool.
In my late night Web stumblings, I went to one site who took me to another, who took me to another which landed me here: Betty Bowers, Americas Best Christian. Since organized religion has pretty much ruined my life and important relationships, I’m rather soured on those who drive around with their New Testaments in the back seat and then act like complete Assholes when they get out of the car. Duh. Is that really what Jesus would do? (By the way, you can follow his Tweets here.)
Anyway, back to Betty. She has such witty tidbits: As God is My Waitress, Cooking with Christ, BITCH (Bringing Integrity to Christian Homemakers, Advice: What Would Betty Do?
I’m sure I’m going to Hell, but I think it’s blasphemously funny. Enjoy.
Oh yeah, Betty is also on Facebook.
Who thinks this stuff up?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQwk2Ty7yeU&feature=player_embedded
(Discovered at The Browser.)
This is taking the world cup to a whole new level. (Via Poorly Dressed)
Mindlessly looking at Facebook suggestions of things I might like based on what I’ve already listed I like came this: Michael Jackson. Many people who like Barack Obama like Michael Jackson.
Really?
I kinda miss the old days, when there were three networks, a daily newspaper, and a handful of radio stations. Life was simpler then…and a helluva lot more accurate. This one seems a bit of a stretch … to me.
Well, they were both black, once.
There are not enough hours in the day to keep up with the news on the oil spill in the Gulf. This sums it up, I believe. Blast! Throw some crap on it! (Via Tremendous News)
What’s with the Cute Kitten Metaphors, anyway?
Computer problems. Everyone has ‘em. There has been, however, this large, gaping hole over us for the last month that is slowly sucking the creative life out of each of us. Very slowly. Eyes are glazing over, we visit the vending machine a little more often and we’re trying to stay positive.
As we near what we hope to Dear Sweet Jesus is the end, designer fired up his new, souped up, 27 inch iMAC. Camera Guy gets ALMOST all the video back from the Retrieval Dudes, who really work magic. It’s kinda unbelieveable, really, what these guys do. They get paid handsomely, too…but what the hell? It’s not all there, but most of it is, so let the re-editing begin. DAMN.
And me, I just want my Entourage email to work. Tomorrow, we’ll see just how well Microsoft Service folks perform. (Everyone is skeptical of Microsoft and warning me it will be painful.) Time really is money, and we’ve lost a bunch of it. At least there’s beer in the fridge.
Somebody get me a typewriter.
Here’s a spot we won’t be seeing anytime soon here in Hooterville. And I would agree it begs the question why would McDonalds feel the need to address the gay population so directly, yet, I loved it and now I think I want to move to France. Via Prostituted Thoughts, a blog I always read.