13 Stupid Names
Can you believe some of the “names” used by spambots? They have me shaking my head in amazement. I mean, I’ve seen some entertaining blog names and have no problem with them, but these guys take the cake.
1. acute myelogenous leukemia
2. guy get girl
3. Lyme Disease
4. best way to attract women
5. Article Submitter
6. circus acts
7. classificados
8. fast money
9. halloween couple
10. free web hosting php
11. interest free loans
12. ball tips
13. kids cake decorating ideas
Can you imagine anyone actually calling themselves any of these? I guess they don’t really want to blend in. Makes it easier to get rid of them anyway.
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Mr. Al’s Postcard
Mr. Al does a lot of this sort of thing. He makes postcards from old photos, putting in his sense of humor. I think sometimes he rivals LOLcat. I’m going to be posting one of these each week until I can get him to fork over a guest post. 🙂
What a Doll
While visiting my mother in law, I couldn’t help but notice this doll in a toy rocker in the corner of the living room. At a glance, I knew which branch of the family would be responsible for the way the doll was placed. I see so much attitude here. Doesn’t she look like a little modern American princess? You know she’ll have a fit if her nails aren’t just right, and given half a chance she’ll talk you ear off about what a bad hair day she’s having. That’s exactly what you could expect from the branch of the family who lives closest.
So radically different from my branch of the family. If one of us were to pose the doll, she’d… well, um… frankly, she’d probably be naked. I don’t know why but every doll that’s ever been in my house has ended up as naked as the makers would allow. It’s not risque. Generally I find Barbies and such piled in a corner with other toys. They get treated as so much plastic. So why are they naked? Laziness? I don’t know.
If I were to pose her, I’d probably put her chin in her hand and face her so it looks like she’s listening to you, but would rather not. If The Boy got his hands on her, she’d probably be throttling another doll and have a painted on maniacal grin. Left to my mother in law, she would sit primly, facing forward, expressing nothing.
How would you pose her? Would you pose her? Would you be caught dead with a doll in the house? What if no one knew you played with dolls? *eyewiggle*
If you posted a question this week, link to it in the comments, and I’ll come visit.
When a Stranger Loves Me Giveaway
Win a copy of When A Stranger Loves Me by Julianne MacLean. Simply leave a comment on this post between now and Thursday. I’ll do the drawing and announce the winner in my sidebar on Friday.
From the cover blurb: When he washed up on shore, I knew my prayers had been answered, and that I, Lady Chelsea Campion, need no longer fear poverty and heartbreak. To secure my family’s estate, all I needed was a child. Handsome, clearly noble-born, and with no memory of his previous life, the mysterious man was perfect. All I had to d o was visit his bedchamber and seduce him. I had expected him to be a skillful, scandalously wonderful lover, but once in his arms I was overcome by something more than mere passion. I had fallen hopelessly, desperately in love.
My plan has gone shockingly awry. But I will not give up a man who makes me feel such wicked ecstasy. No matter his true identity, no matter the secrets he struggles to remember, I will do anything in this world to make the stranger love me.
This contest is closed.
Eerie. I was over at Sullivan McPig’s blog entering a book contest when I remembered I needed to pick a winner for this one. So I headed over to Random.org (I use it for most of my contest picks) and plugged in the numbers, and it gave me Sullivan McPig. It was so weird, I almost drew again as a knee-jerk reaction.
160: the Fall
Snap!
High winds, chattering trash talk,
Cut him off from
the family tree
Sends him spiraling
to the ground
where his anger
takes root.
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
“Ill” Letter Ate
Jack: *cough* *cough* Darling, is the chicken noodle soup ready yet? I want to get rid of this cold. Wait a minute. That isn’t chicken noodle soup! What is it?
Jill: It’s alphabet soup. We’re out of chicken noodle.
Jack: I don’t know about you, but it looks bad to me.
Jill: What, that little word floating in the middle? Just ignore it.
Jack: But Darling….
Jill: Either you eat it, or I will.
Jack: Fine. I ate it. I hope you’re happy.
Jill: *mwah* At least I know you can read.
Today’s theme is letter
Previously in Jack and Jill: Vacation at Lake Cour d’Alene
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Suzie’s House 183: Thump
“What are they doing up there anyway?” Tracy leaned back as if leaning would make it easier to look into a second floor window from the driveway.
“You don’t want to know,” Gene muttered from his seat on the back stoop.
All kinds of thumps and bumps went on. You could hear them right through the walls. Gene couldn’t be sure, but knowing Vin and Miranda, it probably had something to do with sex. He wasn’t about to say anything that uncomfortable to his girlfriend.
Rabbit Rabbit! – The Chinese Astrology Edition
I know I should wait until next year to post this, but I’m impatient. To bring good luck to both of us, say “Rabbit Rabbit!” in my comment stream.
If you posted a picture of a rabbit on your blog, let me know and I’ll come say Rabbit Rabbit to you, too.
Memory Lane
The house at the end of the block
Holds bad memories for everyone.
The entire town was guilty
Of leaving those people
To twist in the wind
When an angry driver totaled their lives.
An intentional accident.
Because of their religion.
So kids, don’t play there.
Now that they are finally gone,
We want to forget.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
13 Questions I Will Not Answer
Guta at Murphy’s Library is featuring me this week. She’s letting people pose questions that I am supposed to respond to in a follow up post. You all probably know more about me than you need to, but there are some things I won’t respond to.
1. What is your religion
2. What’s your address
3. What’s your phone number
4. What’s your PIN number
5. What’s your password
6. What are your childrens’ names
7. Where do they go to school
8. What is your son’s girlfriend like
9. Will you let The Girl get a dog (she asks all the time)
10. How much do you weigh
11. How old are you
12. What school did you go to
13. If a train left the Chicago station at 5:04pm on Saturday, and another train left the Los Angeles station at noon on Monday….
I reserve the right to not answer questions. I’m sure you understand.
Sidewalk Art
Mr. Al was walking around near campus when he saw this. What amazed him was that it was made using pieces of bark like they had as ground cover around the tree. My guess is some art student was in the mood.
Mount Rushmore
I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of Mount Rushmore before. Generally the ones available are these noble, inspiring shots taken from fairly close in with deep blue sky in the background. Have you ever seen any like these? This is what you see when you don’t actually drive in to the monument itself, but rather simply skirt around the outside.
