Don’t Make Me Open Up My Can of Whupass
*sigh* So there’s two birthdays this week, and I’m chicken with head cut off. Which would be fine, except of course there’s a ton of work waiting to be done. I just got served a hell of a twist on the short story–the bloody werewolf went and got himself poisoned by sweet tea. Only in the South, you know. And the proof for Steelflower is sitting in my inbox, just waiting for my eyeballs to go through it again.
I am officially sick of the book. It’s ready for release.
Then there’s the guy who used to date my little sister. He’s escalated his stalking behavior to emailing me and trying to put one over on Your Humble Sv’t. I’ve dealt with far too many stalkers and manipulative menfolk, so I give short shrift to it. Now I find out he’s been calling my middle sister too. What is it with men who think they can act like two-year-olds and be forgiven at the slightest show of false remorse? If this was one of my books, someone acting like that would be a Villain, or at least the Weakness That Allows The Villain To Wreak Havoc. I don’t see any need to forgive in this case–and in the future, I may forgive, but I am sure as snarfdoodles not going to forget.
Mess with me, it’s okay, I’m a big girl. I can take it. But you mess with my sisters, my kids, or my best friends, and you’ve got a fight on your hands. Which is why there’s the Mercedes icon above. The tagline for it is, “Don’t make me get my knife.” If you’ve seen the movie, you understand.
Speaking of icons, Daniel Radcliffe’s bare bum in the Equus promo photos is all over the blogosphere. He’s an actor, guys. Get over it. He can’t be the Boy Who Lived forever. For a good use of such promo shots, check out Coell’s icons. They’re hilarious. If you have any objection to bare buttocks, don’t click. But I think they’re screamingly funny.
And now for something completely different…Rachmaninov had Big Hands.
And the best cover of I Will Survive I’ve heard since that guy from Cake growled into a mic:
Ladies and gents, Igudesman and Joo. The only problem with these guys? THEY ONLY TOUR IN EUROPE. Dammit. I SO WANT THEM TO COME OVER FOR DINNER. It’s not even funny.
Hope this gets you through yer Wednesday, Readers…
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