When It's Time To Change Then It's Time To Change

Don't fight the tide, come along for the ride, don'cha see?

Folks, I've had it. Bloody had it, I tell you! I have dealt with enough comment spam to last me a while and I'm sick of it. Tired of the constant rebuild rebuild rebuilding after rebuild. Thus, I have decided to end my days here in Munuviana.

Yes, I know, why do this when I was so thrilled to be here in the first place? Tech issues, mainly, but mostly the comment spam shit that's been the thorn in my side for a while.

I pondered just shutting things down entirely, getting out of the blog thing, but somehow you damn people have gotten in my blood, and after three years I find I can't quit you!

Last night I messed around with exporting three years of posts over to the new place, but the YouTubes didn't transfer, and for what ever reason some of the posts were duplicated. I tried deleting all that stuff, but when I realized I had to wade through over 3000 posts I said "Fuck no!" and just provided a link in the new sidebar that will bring you back here.

Yep, I'm lazy, and I don't care. The new place is free and easy to work with, and that's all I really care about right now.

So! Update those blogrolls and bookmarks to fiddledd.wordpress.com.

Don't be surprised at the sparseness of the new place. I wanted something clean to start with, and I've talked with a couple people about prettying the place up....I'm not in a hurry, though. Scarlett's there now, waiting for you.

I've Made My Choice

In the "Who Wore It Better?" category we have Luke Perry vs. John Travolta.

Although I watched and swooned over them both when they were TV, I'm going with Luke Perry on this one, even though I really loathe that Fu Man Chu look.

Thankew Agent Bedhead for supplying the link

Snort Worthy

I'll probably get booted out of the Republican party, but I laugh every time I see this:

"You'll Be Sayin' Wow..."

"..every time you use it."

Man, if you're spending $20/week on paper towels...you're a pig...and use a rag!

This commercial is a constant source of amusement for my family.

I'm A Bitch

You may or may not have noticed that I've been in a bit of a mood lately. Yeah, these past few days have been a source of irritation for me, amplified by the necessities of womanly nature.

Without going into incriminating details, I'll just say that I can't figure out how two people could be so ill-equipped to deal with life that their children have to consistently come to the rescue. All the damn drama, is it any wonder I take cases and cases of alcohol with me to holiday gatherings? I mean, who needs soap operas, I've got in-laws.

But they aren't as good looking. Not by a long shot.

And why is it that classmates get their panties in a twist and actually think that because they didn't receive reunion info that they're being blown off? Has it ever occurred to anyone that after twenty years, keeping track of people I barely knew back then is pretty difficult? When someone moves they don't notify me, so what the hell am I supposed to do? Hire a P.I. to find them?

F*ck no.

I'm going to admit right here and now that, in some sick, twisted way, I enjoy planning the reunions. It makes me feel like I'm doing something...but then all those effing phone calls and e-mails come in and I'm right back to flipping these assholes the double bird, just like I did twenty years ago when I graduated.

Can you believe I actually had someone ask me who was coming before he would book a plane ticket? Like if just the right people weren't there, he wasn't coming.

Well, shove your thumb up your ass and stay the fuck home.

I'm in a shitty damn mood.

It's A Lovely Sight

The younglings and I went to le Mart de Wal today and I spied with my little hazel eye the school supplies that are being set out.

Huzzah!

I love school supplies if only for their collective meaning: kids returning to school.

I know, I'm a horrible person, but Daughter did pick out a cute little backpack...for $5!

A History Lesson

Know anything about Copperheads?

During the American Civil War (1861-1865), the Copperheads nominally favored the Union and strongly opposed the war, for which they blamed abolitionists, and they demanded immediate peace and resisted draft laws. They wanted Lincoln and the Republicans ousted from power, seeing the president as a tyrant who was destroying American republican values with his despotic and arbitrary actions.

Some Copperheads tried to persuade Union soldiers to desert. They talked of helping Confederate prisoners of war seize their camps and escape. They sometimes met with Confederate agents and took money. The Confederacy encouraged their activities whenever possible.[1] Most Democratic party leaders, however, repelled Confederate advances.

Huh....interesting.

More interesting still is the write up for one Clement Vallandigham:

He denounced "King Lincoln," calling for Abraham Lincoln's removal from the presidency. On May 5 he was arrested as a violator of General Order No. 38.

In February 1864 the Supreme Court decided that it had no power to issue a writ of habeas corpus to a military commission (Ex parte Vallandigham, 1 Wallace, 243). However, President Lincoln, who considered Vallandigham a "wily agitator" and was wary of making him a martyr to the Copperhead cause, ordered him sent through the lines to the Confederacy, and he was taken under guard to Tennessee.

What peaks my interest here is that there were just as many vocal opponents to war 140 some years ago as there are now. But, and correct me if I'm wrong, but President Bush hasn't had anyone, oh, arrested or banished for speaking out, has he?

Or am I not watching enough PMSNBC these days?

Oh, shut up. I'm feeling extra bitchy. Just check out the links and learn something.

Make It Stop!

I don't care how "hawt" people think this asshat is, to me he'll always be the fatass on Drake and Fatass.

Is that hair or a helmet, jackass?

"The Wackness", yeah right! More like "The Geekness."

Asshats!

H/T: Socialite Life

The Latest In Men's Beach Attire?

This stuff has been around for days, and I'm still shaking my head over it.

Apparently My Kids Are Racist

This just in: saying "yuck" is now racist.

I call BULLSHIT!

So, I guess my kids are racist. Abso-fucking-lutley great.

I say "ick" a lot, what does that make me?

Thankew to David Drake, who always calls BULLSHIT first

Tick, Tick, Tick...

No, I'm not referring to my biological clock (please, ugh), I'm talking about the damn tick infestation that sees to be overwhelming my home.

On Sunday I found one of the little bastards crawling up Husband's shirt. I snatched a plastic sandwich bag and got the little shit in there, whereupon we doused it with rubbing alcohol and gleefully watched it die.

Here's the thing, though, he and I had just been sitting on the porch swing. Sitting on the porch. Not hiking through the woods around our house, but sitting on the porch.

I, for one, was not shocked, as about a week and a half ago I found a tick on my pants leg while sitting on that same porch swing. I suspect the raccoons are waddling up on our porch and camping out at night.

Anyhoo, last night I was washing Daughter's hair and, you guessed it, a tick. This time I grabbed the Vaseline, which killed the little f*cker and Husband was able to tweeze the thing out of Daughter's scalp.

Look, we're a clean family! Clean to the point of being anal retentive! Husband found some Permethrin spray at work and has instructed me to spray our clothing, NOT our skin. He's going to go douse the cushions on the porch swing as well.

But this is getting a bit asinine; it's almost as if we're trapped in the house!

Dammit!

Does anyone know why Daughter insists on making a mess wherever she goes?

Anyone?

Would someone please tell me why Husband seems to be the only one in his family that can rationally talk to anyone? Why he's always the go-to guy?

Or why I can't ever seem to be alone, not even on my class reunion weekend?

Husband tells me he got the 25th off and wants to know when I'm taking off. I don't know, says I, why don't you tell me what you have in mind and I can give you a better answer.

Well, he says, I want to take the kids up to visit my parents.

Dammit!

I said, well, I'd planned on going up alone, maybe farting around at the mall, crap like that. And why can I never be alone?

Fine, says he, and declares he and the kids will drive separately.

I have no problem with him taking the kids to see his folks, for all that they pay no attention to my kids whatsoever, but GODDAMMIT why can I never go anywhere alone?

I mean, somewhere other than the f*cking grocery store.

I am in such a mood right now...