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Sunday, October 09, 2011

Eeewwwwllll

Via http:Eel Enters Man's Penis In Spa

A man goes to a spa to try an ancient Chinese sekrit of staying young. Instead, he gets something else wiggling into his bladder.

I kid you not. Here is the size of the eel pulled out with a surgical tool:






'The diameter of the urethra in a man's penis is just a little narrower, but because eels are quite slippery, its body worked as a lubricant and so it got into the penis smoothly,' the surgeon said.


Eewwwwwwlllll!!!
 
So, what have you learn today, boys and girls?



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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Lesbian Sock Puppets For The Win!

There is a lesson somewhere in this story:

Two Popular Online Lesbians Outed As Straight Men

It isn't a funny thing when fraud happens, but I laughed and snorted coffee out of my nose when I read this paragraph:


In the guise of Paula Brooks, Graber corresponded online with Tom MacMaster, thinking he was writing to Amina Arraf. Amina often flirted with Brooks, neither of the men realizing the other was pretending to be a lesbian.
If that isn't a premise for a sitcom about two straight men with secret online lives gone wrong, I don't know what is. And oh, I wonder what their wives are telling them right now, especially the one who USED her name and driver's license.

Online sock puppetry is nothing new. Many do it, mostly to have anonymous conversations, but when one uses it for gain, it becomes a hurtful thing for those victimized.

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Sunday, October 18, 2009

Why, Mr. Ralph Lauren, Why?

Is it because you think a woman's waistline smaller than the size of her head means she's so much smarter?

Is it because you just think women should look like bobblehead dolls?

Is it to tell your daughter and her friends that she can never achieve this kind of thinness to be perfect?

Is it because you've lost your sense of proportion?

I can't figure it out because you know, the Real Women looked so much more lovelier than your Photoshopped Copies.

Here are the models RL has made into aliens with no tummies. Apparently aliens don't eat:

Philippa



Valentina


Here are the same models who already look inhumanly gorgeous and whose figures are impossible for us to attain:

Philippa



Valentina

So any one of you out there have a head bigger than your waist? Send Ralph Lauren your photo!




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Saturday, August 16, 2008

Olympian IQ

I saw this cake at "Cake Wrecks," a blog, and laughed so hard I fell off the chair.





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Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Uber Ways Not To Write

So I procrastinated today by playing with the width of this blog. Sigh. Hopeless, I tell you.

I found that by going into the HMTL coding of the template, I could widen the blog to give it a nicer spatial look. However, the coding didn't tell the template to fit the blog picture (the running couple above) into the frame. So essentially, you get the same size pic plus a couple of inches of jade green space, which makes it look out of whack. Also the added green inches don't "round" the corners nicely and you can tell where the blog has been adjusted.

EDITED TO ADD: I just took out the "gif" for the rounded corners to the left main posting area, so that smoothed out that particular problem.

Waste of time ;-). But I like the wider look (less outside green) and wish I could find the coding to get the picture and frame on top right.

Then I decided to pay my traffic violation ticket online. It was, after all, the DUE DAY. Technically, anything paid by the due day is ON TIME, right? Well, what do you know, even though it said so on the ticket that one could pay online as an option, the website stated that I couldn't any more.

So, let's call up the County Court House and listen to the electronic voice for fifteen minutes, of which none of the options got me any answers. I finally found a real person and she told me that yes, indeed, one could NOT electronically pay for a ticket after 20 days. And because I live in a modern society in which every police officer has his own laptop that prints out a traffic violation ticket in five seconds, the COUNTY COURTHOUSE IS NOT EQUIPPED to take a credit card payment by phone. Uh, huh. I bet you the court clerks in INDIA are LAUGHING AT YOU, Volusia county.

I, mostly a law-abiding citizen, couldn't understand the reasoning behind this strangely random online rule. If I could pay by check on the day before it's due, and if I could drive to the courthouse to pay by cash on the very same day it's due, why couldn't I pay electronically through the website nine days, eight days, shit--one second--before it's due? It was a bank transfer, after all, right? No answer from the other end.

The Alpha Male, at this point, sent an urgent call for help. He was buried under A SACK OF SAND (I'm not kidding) because he had been trying to weigh down the injured leg slowly into a 45 degree angle, per the doctor's request. The doctor DID NOT REQUEST the use of a sack of sand as a weight. I think he meant someone's help, preferably a physical therapist. I guess, according to Alpha Logic, a bag of sand = physical therapist.

After a bit of driving around because, of course, said injured man now couldn't move that leg for a while, I had to take off out of town towards the County Courthouse to pay this fine. I'd thought I would make it. It was 4.45pm. Doesn't everything close at 5pm any more? Nope, the Traffic Violation Division closed at 4.30pm, ma'am, the burly guard sitting at the security gate politely informed me. Sigh.

So did I actually accomplish anything today? Let's see:

Write one page? Nope.
Widen my blog correctly? Nope.
Pay my fine? Nope.
Get the Alpha Male to not bother me with strange requests? Nope.

Am I in trouble? Probably. We'll see when I drive to the Courthouse again tomorrow. I'll be HALF A DAY overdue and no, I refuse to admit that it's my fault because there is no text anywhere online or on paper telling me about this 20 day limit rule. Stupid.

But then that was how I got into trouble in the first place. I told the burly cop who stopped me that the sign on the road was a NO U-TURN sign and not a NO LEFT TURN sign. Stupid, I said. And he gave me a stupid ticket and now I'm the one running around doing u-turns. Who's stupid now, huh? Yeah. My big mouth, is who.

Go on, giggle. I'm the biggest subconscious procrastinator in the world, I tell you.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Uber Blind Deaf And Dumb


Dear Lauren Dane, George Clooney IS MINE! So is Gerard Butler. You can keep your Clive Owen because I'm generous like that, but stay away from my two Gs! George, Gennita and Gerry--that's right! And if you threaten to cut me again, I'll take bad pictures of you at RT next year, photoshop them, and post them on this very blog!
Heh. I love me a crazy running feud.

And let's give a shoutout to the COLORADO ROCKIES, shall we? That's one of my favorite teams although I can never seem to get to see them live whenever I'm in Denver. World Series, woohooo! It'd be so much fun to be in Denver right now, enjoying playoff atmosphere among my baseball buddies.

****WARNING: LONG RANT BELOW****

So in case you think I've been doing nothing but watching TV, I want to assure you that that's not true. So much going on! There's the trainwreck I told you about from a few days back, the one about Lanaia Lee and her ghostwritten "book of her heart" (yes, that's me dripping with sarcasm) with the plagiarized Gemmell prologue. It is still up on her webpage! And she, along with her agent, are now threatening to sue Jane from Dear Author for slander (wrong kind of suit, but hey, you can't teach someone with earplugs stuck deep in their cranium) because apparently, it's wrong to point out the truth.

I keep shaking my head as this story progresses because these two women would NOT listen to anyone trying to give them good advice, including TAKING DOWN the plagiarized material. Instead, they are sending readers from Lanaia's Yahoogroup to "scold" the different sites' posters for being mean people. Yikes.

As a published author, I literally bump into one person almost everyday who has written a book and wants it published. I'm not even surprised any more by strangers approaching me while I eat or shop, or even while I'm on a roof. Not for an autograph ;-), but for one of three things:

1) "I have written a book. Can you read it?"
2) "I have written a book. Can you help me get it published?"
3) "I have a wonderful story. Can you write it for me? I'll share my profits with you."

This tells me that there are many people out there who don't understand how publishing as a business works. And even when they think they do, they don't. This leads to me remembering how I got started.

Have I ever approached anyone on the street asking them to read my manuscript? No. Have I ever asked anyone to write my story? No.

Sure, I've gone down a few wrong paths during those early days, including answering an advertisement by Edit Ink, a notorious agency that scammed eager writers by charging them hundreds (to thousands, from what I heard) of dollars to help them "edit" their manuscript and then find a publisher for them.

But you know what? Even in my naivete then, something didn't smell right to me. I have done a little research by then, and even when I barely knew anything, the first thing I learned was that one DOES NOT pay to have one's work published. Most publishing/editing that charge are little more than vanity presses and unless it's what you want, then avoid them like crazy. I did not take up Edit Ink's offer to take my money, but as the years went by, I've met many an author, some successfully published today, who had admitted to giving a few hundred to a thousand dollars to this company.

I understand. We writers, the ones who want to share our stories with the world anyway, can get rather desperate. The need to see our work printed in a visible and public format haunts us. Being published delights our souls, even validate our self-image in some ways. So when someone offers us a way to get our books out there, it sounds like heaven to us.

However, there is desperation and there is desperation. There seems to be a line between wanting to share with the world and wanting to be famous. Of course I want to be famous too but my first priority has always been to write the story and share it with my readers. The fame is just a by-product, something I have to work for to get more readers with whom to share my stories. Am I making sense?
In other words, I want to be famous so I can reach more readers.

On the other hand, there's people like Lanaia Lee. There are many versions of her, but her basic story is very similar to those who have spent their last dollar just to get published. This is not a putdown on those who go to lulu.com to publish their books and with a few hundred copies, sell them at their leisure. There is a use for vanity presses. Sometimes, it fulfills a private need to see the words in print, to say that you published a book. If that's what you want, and if that's what makes you happy, good for you. And bully for you too, if you manage to be a presence on the web and in newspapers.

However, aside from the above example, as a published author, it pains me to know that there are actually people out there who would not see past their "published" books to understand that they have been scammed.

Lanaia's case has got to be the craziest one I've come across so far, what with an unknown writer hiring a ghostwriter who then plagiarized a famous author, AND then hiring an agent who gets her book published through a vanity press. It's mindboggling, trying to wrap my head around the whole deal, especially when the "author" is reproducing emails between her and this ghostwriter/scammer (just google Lanaia Lee, lots of details everywhere) to prove that she did "nothing wrong," when it's quite apparent that she's oblivious to the fact that the rewritten parts' writing wasn't similar to her own and that her ghostwriter was steering her toward "his" own plot.

In their heart of hearts, these writers have to know that people promising fame and fortune if they'd send them money are artists of a different sort, the same kind that sends those "foreign" emails that claim that they are General Abdoolstupido who has $50,000,000,000 worth of gold coins in some vault and because of some political strife in the make-believe country of Stoopidestan, need people to send them real cash so they can transfer these coins into your hands for safekeeping. Yet, we find people doing exactly that. Contact the "general" to exchange real cash for fool's gold.

The general good advice to follow in every situation is, if it sounds too good to be true, it is. Because, like Heinlein popularized, there ain't no such thing as a free lunch. And the more splendid an offer, the more suspicious the whole thing should be.

But we're talking about desperate writers, the ones who aren't about the words but the book. "I have a story. Write it for me so I can see my story in a book" kind of writers. So desperate that they would hire a ghostwriter for $$$ a month, with the end promise that there will be a book at the end of the bridge, when in reality, there is nothing there but a sheer drop.

Sheesh. I didn't mean to make this post a rant. I guess I'm more perturbed by the idea of blind deaf and dumb to the obvious than I thought! For those too lazy to google or read through the humongous thread from the Absolute Writer and Making Light forums, here is a short version of the art of being blind deaf and dumb, ghostwritten by my dog, Jiggle Low:

Author: I've written a book! Here's the excerpt! Read it! It's the book of my heart! It's going to be the next Harry Potter! It's coming out this October! Buy it!
Reviewer: (after reading) Umm. This excerpt is plagiarized from David Gemmell's introduction of Dark Prince.
Author: What? Are you crazy? I own the copyright! Watch your mouth!
Reviewer: Look, you can read the same excerpt from Barnes and Noble, under David Gemmell's book. You can't sell copyrighted material.
Author: It's my book! I copyrighted it!
Reviewer: if you're going to sell this book, I'm going to have to post it on my site that your excerpt on your website is an exact reproduction of...
Author: Shut up! I'm telling you! Shut up! Don't do it! You will be sorry!
Reviewer posted about this excerpt, with links to the book and to author's website. Many readers and writers post on author's chatbox, telling her to take down excerpt.
Author: You are all mean people! I am an invalid! I have had strokes! My husband is also an invalid!
Reviewer and readers: We're so sorry to hear that but you need to take the excerpt down.
Author: Mean! Mean! I'm going to have a stroke. I have done nothing wrong!
Author's Agent: I hereby curse you mean people! Shut up! Or I curse you over and over!
Author: Why are they so mean to me? Okay, so I didn't write that first part. It was ghostwritten by a scammer, 'kay? See? I told you I did nothing wrong!
Reviewer and readers: But it's still plagiarized. Take down the excerpt before you get into trouble.
Author: Trouble? I'll give you trouble! I'm contacting my lawyer and will sue you for libel! I have done nothing wrong. I'm innocent! Sue you, sue you!
Author's agent: (and I'm quoting straight from her yahoogroup) Diddo.
Reviewer and readers: It's not libel. It's slander.
Author: I'm wheelchair bound! I'm sick. Stress will give me another stroke. Then you'll be sorry. See here--reproductions of emails to my scammer. See how much I paid him? He's the bad guy here!
Reviewer and readers: We know you've been scammed. But you can't leave that excerpt up at your site. Take it down. And also, you can't just rewrite that intro by rephrasing sentences. It's called infringement of...
Author: Shut up! I'm innocent!
Author's agent: My lawyer is calling you right now! Oh yes! And I still curse you!

*****

As you can see, it's amusing and fascinating, in a crane-your-neck-at-a-highway-accident sort of way. This woman is more handicapped than she realizes. I feel sorry for her, but not in the way she wants.

P/S Jiggle Low charged me ten doggie kisses for that little piece of work.



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