all right, this is it.

my new blog url: http://coffinpractice.blogspot.com/

thanks for being here.

it's time i faced it.

i know this. you know this. it has been obvious for some time now.

this blog is dead.

it's really been dead since i lost my burrito job. i mean, i knew it then, but i thought i could keep the rants coming. honestly i wasn't feeling it. i had rants from my new jobs, but they weren't the same. this blog has been on life support since then. it's been flatlining for the past year. time to unplug it from the machine.

i am still full of anger and all that sort of thing. i am still ranty. and i will leave this blog up, for purposes of nostalgia. but let's face it. it's gonna be easier to just start a new one, with a new fresh feel and all that.

plus my 33rd birthday is coming up and for some reason i feel like it's going to be a significant thing for me. so there's that.

and i am sick of holding back because i'm frightened of what people think of me. i'm so fucking sick of apologizing for what i think. fuck that. you think i was evil here?

you just wait.

i'll update this blog once more, to post the link to my new one as soon as i start it. and then we'll lay it to rest. it's time.

speaking of boring...

okay, so i posted this yesterday. actually technically the day before. and i post it here, now, this much later. i need to post in all three blogs simultaneously if i'm going to do it this way... but i keep getting distracted by shiny objects on teh MySpace...

that is how they lured me in, you see. they put all the shiny things all around over there....

3/15/07

nothing much to say today. i'm still a mite pissed because i found out that link-posting bitch posted a link back to our CF group. even though the mod made it private, people can still go there and see what we write. which is great if you agree or at least understand what we're writing, but not so great if you're a breeder with an agenda. which is the most likely person to click on that link in that Butterfly person's blog. argh, whatever, it's not like anyone reads her stupid pile of crap. most boring blog ever. but. i said i'm over it, and i'm over it. let's get on to the most important subject... ME! for i am so very interesting and such. a-yep.

i got a haircut, wheee! and i took before and after pics:

obviously, this is before:


and this is after! wheeee!


i love it. i was really sick of my hair, to the point where i was about an inch away from pulling a Britney and shaving it all off. well, not shaving, but at least taking a pair of kitchen shears to it. but now... all is well. and i am super hott again.

i'm re-reading Harry Potter (so?) in preparation for Deathly Hollows. oh man. that's gonna be some good shit right there. July is too damn far away.

finally, March Madness has begun! so there's only one thing to say about THAT...

GO HEELS!!!
GO HEELS!!!
GOOOOOOOOO!


of course we don't play until some ungodly hour tonight, because even when we're a number one seed we somehow get handed the end of the stick with the poop on it. meanwhile, fucking Duke, despite totally sucking ass in the regular season, somehow manage to get a number 6 seed. what the fuck? goddamn i hate them. boo. really i just want an excuse to trash Duke. the Heels really don't have it that bad... our first game in the tournament is going to be a cakewalk. so is Duke's, of fucking course, but even if they win today they'll never get past Pittsburgh. moo-hoo-ha-ha-ha.

all right, that's all, i'm gonna go watch basketball now. i leave you with the stupidest quiz i could find on Blogthings...

Your Heart Is Blue

Love is a doing word for you. You know it's love when you treat each other well. You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return. Your flirting style: Friendly Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish What you bring to relationships: Loyalty

What Color Heart Do You Have?

that's right. love is doing word for me. word.


(side note: the Tarheels totally won yesterday. so i guess my heart is blue after all... light blue at least. hee hee hee hee hee.)

we got set up the bomb... (length warning...)

hey, look who it is! hey, how about that? all right! whoo-hoo! it is i, your doomy overlady, back with a whole new blog.

really, honestly, it's new.

well, sort of.

okay, so i posted it on myspace first! fine! whatever!

but there is a reason i am also posting it here... this blog explains why i've made my myspace profile private. if any of you who are not myspacians have been going to read my blogs there, i apologize. but i had a feeling that it was inevitable that some person with no sense of humor would find a way to be offended by my profile... granted, i thought it would be some religious freak rather than a breeder freak, but there you are...

so, yes. i'm sure that some of you recall that i have no interest in breeding. if you didn't, i refer you to this post (you clicky, you go there) for my explanation. my opinions have not changed in the past couple years since i wrote that, if anything, my resolve has deepened. i even identify as child-free now, or as we call ourselves sometimes, CF... i've not become a hardcore child-hater, but i definitely am glad i've found a group of people i can relate to on that level.

but i digress. as a disclaimer before i post this, i should say one more time that i do NOT hate ALL kids and i don't want to kill any of them. i don't like every kid on the planet, but that's true for grown-ups, too. so don't get your panties in a wad about it. word.

well, my friends, i have finally done what i should have done a while ago, probably. i've made my profile private. i didn't really want to, as i have friends who are not on myspace who want to read my blogs and such, but i just can't be out in the open this much anymore.

i was probably more than a little foolish using my regular username and thinking these people wouldn't find me... people who have no sense of humor... people who judge me because i have a joke about worshipping the devil in my interests. silly, really... everyone knows the devil worships ME.

all of you guys know that i'm not going to have kids... i've made my opinions on that perfectly clear. those of you who are my friends who have kids know that i would never harm any of your children... in fact, your children are all very precious to me, and they are all beautiful creatures.

yeah, i joke around about killing kids. i've even called children "brats" and "monsters" and even "bastards"... but that's because they are! if anything, i take issue with bad parenting and bad decisions. i get annoyed with people who have kids simply because they "feel they should", i get annoyed with people who have kids and then think they can still live their carefree single life. i get pissed off at parents who are not teaching their children any manners. i get pissed off at parents who feel like they should get special treatment because they've bred... like cutting in line, special parking, extra days off, a high chair in every restaurant... shit like that.

but anyway, i am beginning to rant, so i digress, and get back to the reason i privatized my profile... i got into it with some breeders on the internets. i read a blog that someone had written about the childfree. it's a public blog about a city scene, so no reason i shouldn't comment there, right? especially when someone makes writes such a biased, whiney pile of crap that totally misrepresents what the childfree movement is all about. here, i share it with you now, along with my snarky replies in red parenthesis... of course i didn't post the snarkiness... but i wanted to, and here is my opportunity...

Child-free in Tennessee

Posted by Lindsay Ferrier (03.09.07, 9:58 AM)

The child-free movement is getting some media attention lately, possibly because it's uber-hip to be a parent right now. (hey, guys, let's have a child as a fashion accessory! they're doing it in Hollywierd, why not do it everywhere? it's only another human being, after all...)

Child-free social groups have been around for years to help adults without kids to connect. I can sympathize with the need to be around others whose lives don't revolve around Little League and PTA meetings (I'd generally like to be around people like that myself), but geez Louise, local child-free groups. Bitter much? (no... we just want to hang out with people whose lives don't revolve around Little Leauge and PTA meetings... uh, dense much?)

At the top of the Nashville No Kidding! website, you'll find this quote from the TV show Northern Exposure:

"They're slobbery and they're whiney and they look at you just like they could see right into your soul and they're unpredictable and they smell and they're noisy and the world revolves around them and why!? I don't get it. They're not interesting. They can't tell jokes, they don't have opinions, and they're boring, you know? They're just boring and annoying and I don't want to have one." (i love that quote. that was a good show.)

And over at the local Childfree Meetup site, Nashvillians sound off about being bratless.

"I find that people without kids are the only people worth my time," writes a guy calling himself Omnibus.

"I can't stand kids, they give me hives," a woman who goes by Wingnut admits.

(and on your end? "I don't understand why anyone wouldn't want to have a child! They're so precious! They're our future! yes, i know the person who wrote this didn't exactly say this, but really it's the kind of comment these sorts of people make to each other... so why can't we bitch about not liking kids? oh, we're sooo heartless and cruel.)

In the San Francisco Chronicle's article on the child-free, grievances also are aired about work-family benefits, lactation rooms for working mothers, friends who disappear after having children and constant criticism/disbelief from acquaintances and strangers over the decision to remain childless. (see?)

Apparently, living a child-free life isn't all about partying and sleeping in on weekends. But I'm here to tell you that parents don't have it any easier. For instance:

-I can't take my well-behaved, non-screaming toddler into a nicer restaurant to eat without getting dirty looks from the host and waitstaff, who just assume that she's going to throw a messy tantrum and I'm going to do nothing about it. (well, maybe you should get a sitter, because a nicer restaurant is really not appropriate for a toddler. period. people eat out at nice places to get a little vacation from their kids, screaming or not. i don't take my 80lb dog into any place that's not appropriate for her, and i don't bitch about how restaurants really should allow well-behaved dogs inside. they won't make a mess or cause trouble. oh, no...)

-On that note, Jackson's makes the world's best deep fried cookie dough eggrolls, but doesn't have highchairs or booster seats. (there's this thing called take-out. you really should look into it. no restaurant, ever, PERIOD, is morally or by law required to have highchairs or booster seats. so if they don't, maybe that's just a subtle HINT that they don't want kids there!)

-While the rest of my family bought up cool vintage t-shirts, I had to wait outside a store on Melrose Avenue last summer with my toddler because the sign in the window said, "No solicitors. No panhandlers. No strollers." (small store, huge stroller. does not compute. i'm sooo sorry you had the agony of not getting to shop with your family. however will you recover from all the horror and the pain this has caused you?)

-Having kids means either staying home with them and being treated like a loser by your working counterparts, or working and feeling guilty about putting the kids in daycare. (them's the breaks, kid. damned if ya do, damned if ya don't.)

-While there are plenty of child-free organizations, there's no group for those of us who have kids, but don't really want to talk shop with every other parent with whom they have a conversation. Might I suggest one called P-WHOP (Parents Who Hate Other Parents)? (good idea, why don't you start it up?)

-We're forced to endure our child-free friends accusing us of falling off the face of the earth after we had kids, when really we just couldn't find a freaking babysitter. (then tell them that you couldn't find a freakin' baby sitter. you make it seem like you're going through the Spanish fucking Inquisition. people had to endure that, you know.)

Basically, it all sucks, whether you have a kid or not. Feel better? (no, but thanks for asking.)

so, yeah, that was the article. but it was some of the comments that really got to me...

"I've got lots of single/childless friends. I guess their lives are too rich and full to bitch about other people's kids.

As for non-child friendly businesses. F*ck 'em.

My kid goes just about any place I go. If you don't want to provide a high chair, well, I guess you'll end up cleaning food from under the table.

To which I say, "Tough shit." "

what a dick! obviously he's never worked a food service job in his life. and obviously he has not one ounce of tact in him.

then there's THIS gem:

"I LOVE when people say they hate kids...as if they were just dropped on the Earth a grown person. Hate yourself all you want - my kids did nothing to you. I'm sure a lot of those jackasses smell worse than my kids anyway!"

great... what a snappy reply. "you smell". mature. this person just can't stand that anyone doesn't like kids... she just can't take it. this person, who goes by the name of "Btrfly4404" is the reasons i privatized my profile. because i was foolish enough to put in my feelings on the matter (in a much more measured form than i did here, i assure you) she attacked me and posted my profile url for everyone to go and judge and be offended by. here follows our exchange... the comments i left are in red, hers are green. you tell me who had the more mature, measured response...

first of all, i would really really like to just point out that as far as i could see, not one CF commenter here ever said they hated children. no, calm down, don't get defensive, just listen to me. we might not all LIKE kids, but we do NOT hate them and we do NOT want a society free of children and childbearing people. we would just like, pretty please, to not be treated as freaks or second-class citizens because we have no desire to procreate.

you are all too caught up in the language of all this. you people (don't get offended by THAT, please, it's just a general term referring to those of you who are misunderstanding us) don't realize that calling us bitter, calling us freaks, calling us selfish... that hurts just as much as us calling you all breeders and your children spawn.

please, please, please... we are not a threat to you. we are not out to destroy your families. we only want to socialize with people who understand us. we only want to have a group of people to go to when our society, our families, and our churches ostracize us because we refuse to follow the accepted life plan: get married, have babies, go to church on Sundays. we only want to try and find acceptance. we only want to exist, even if only for a time, in an environment where we aren't scared that we'll be judged for our choices. we just want to be around other people that understand. isn't that the reason any social group is formed?

please read the comment that as seen elsewhere posted. please don't freak out about the tone of it or any hidden insults that you might see in it. just read it, and try for a moment to put yourselves in our place.

and now comes the fun...

Actually, el sid...the number one antagonist on this blog is going by the psuedonym "people do hate your kids" and if I weren't at work, I would go through and pick out all the HATEFUL things they said. Not to mention the MySpace Forum that is going OFF about this article ...they had a lot of hateful things to say, too.
And let me tell you that not one person on this blog ever said anything bad about people not having kids or even WANTING to have kids. The issue is that people are HATEFUL to them. After checking out a few of the people participating over in that forum, I don't feel any sympathy at all for the "CF Movement" - in fact, I think much worse of the people involved. If you are really a group that "just wants to exist" then maybe your top spokespeople shouldn't have "SUPPORT ABORTION" "KILL THE BASTARDS" signs all over. Really, it looks like they are preparing for genocide, not trying to "simply exist."

then, apparently, she went and hunted me down (having nothing better to do... i didn't even go to her blog.) and left these two comments:

el sid - how quaint....That was YOUR myspace page that said that. Along with something about drinking the blood of newborn infants and serving satan?

Wow...real respectable source for the "Nice, Just Wanna Be Us CF Movement". So...by child-free, you mean Kill All Children, right, as in no children in the world? (I know that not everyone in the CFM wants to kill kids, but ) You are the one coming on here saying "pretty please don't hate us we just don't want our own kids, we don't hate yours"... then on another website, you have pictures saying that all babies should be aborted? I do hate you for that. That makes me think you are a sick person if you think babies should be killed so you can drink their blood. Again, you don't give your so-called "movement" any credibility.

Here is "The Doom"'s (aka, el sid) profile:

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=10670872

yep. she posted my profile url. the height of maturity. so, since i'm PMSing, i responded thus:

see what i mean? right into the name-calling. didn't listen to what i said.

yeah, i have jokes up about killing babies and drinking their blood. ha ha, i have a morbid sense of humor, sorry. i make the same sorts of jokes about killing people, too. but it's just me being funny (well funny to me; obviously we dont' share the same sense of humor.) i don't actually worship satan or drink the blood of infants. sorry to disappoint you.

and you hate me? sorry again. i don't hate you. and i repeat: we really don't hate your kids. why? because we don't KNOW your kids. we don't know you. why would i bother wasting my hate on someone i don't know? you tell me, butterfly, since you can obviously do that.

and then you decide to share my myspace profile with everyone so they can get even more offended. there's a reason i didn't link it. you have nothing better to do with your life than hunt me down and point out my hypocrisy? don't you have...oh, i don't know, some kids to feed?

i love kids. i spent half my life working with kids. my nephews are the most beautiful little men on the planet, and a hug from them is really worth more than a gazillion dollars to me. i think the heart of this misunderstanding is that you don't "get" us, and we don't "get" you. immediatley, we judge each other. immediatley, we call each other breeders and freaks. well, some of us are freaks. some of you are breeders. try not to take all this so personally... i sure don't. life's too damn short.

now i probably shouldn't have posted this reply, because i know the predatory type of personality i was dealing with in this butterfly person. but my excuse is i'm stressed out and i'm close to getting on the rag, and i couldn't let the posting of my url go unmentioned. so now this hateful response...

The only names I called you are names that you go by at myspace. I actually didn't "HUNT YOU DOWN"...someone else found your little forum that you've devoted to just how much you hate us...oops, i mean our kids. YOU guys are the ones throwing the hate around...and YES I HATE ANYONE WHO THINKS IT'S FUNNY FOR BABIES TO DIE. It doesn't really waste my time, but maybe someone should call the authorities..make sure you dont' have any dead kids in your basement? Yes, obviously we do have different senses of humor.
Also you worked with kids? And you think its funny to say they should die? THANK GOD employers now check myspace pages, because I wouldn't want you around my kids anymore than you want to be around them - scratch that - MORE than!

I also find it funny that you question what I'm doing with MY time... look at your forum. Every day someone scours the internet for articles about your little movement and everyone in your group hops on and gives the same reply? This is not something I normally involve myself in, I don't look around the internet for people to disagree with. Don't you have a demon to worship?? Because my kids are in school, dear!

i hope all her kids grow up to be satanists. but i digress. i made one more comment, my last, as the whole thing doesn't concern me personally--i don't live in Nashville, thank god-- and this was getting personal.

i thought about this, and i figured, hey, i'll give it one more try.

yes, i did jump on here and throw in a reply where normally i'd just probably say nothing for fear of getting in an argument with someone. that's not my usual M.O., either. i'm only trying to defend my people, same way you all would if some rabid child-hater (trust me, what you've seen here is nothing compared to what some people could and have said) jumped into one of your discussions about child-rearing or the like and started making horrible generalizations.

i made a comment because what was originally written, and the comments following, showed a large ignorance and intolerance as far as the CF movement is concerned. i really was making a plea for understanding, and nothing more.

and for the record, not only have i worked with kids, but i was damn good at it, and any parent whose children i sat or taught will give me a glowing review. my current employers all have seen my myspace profile and have no problem with it.

so really your opinion means nothing to me. i've said my peace and i'm done.

so no reply to that, yet, and i'm not looking for one. you guys can read the whole thing, with comments, HERE, and judge for yourselves.

all i know is i've got to start watching my ass a little harder on this internet place. i'm just glad i still have ninja minions who love me. thank you guys, especially those of you who do not share my beliefs, but are my friends anyway. you in particular i appreciate, because you are accepting and caring and non-judgemental. i only wish i could be as good as you are.

i'm just a quaint little devil-worshipping child-hater. heh.

... so i realize that by posting this in a public forum, rather than a private one, that i am in danger of leaving myself open to attack, especially since this Butterfly character uses Blogger. but so be it. i wanted the story out there. i'm barely here anymore anyway... if i get nasty comments, then so be it. i didn't post a link to HER blog. and even though i left a link open to the site that was the source of the whole bru-ha-ha, i must beseech you to not stoop to this Butterfly person's level and leave her nasty comments or anything like that. as pissed as i am at her, i still respect her right not to be harassed on the internets. after all, that's why i went private... because she posted my url in a hostile environment. she pretty much said: "Hey, everyone, look at the profile of the nasty devil-worshipping baby-hater!" i am above such things. so i shall not link to her boring-ass blog and say: "hey, everyone, look at the fat breeder with no sense of humor who wants to call the cops on me!" i am above such things.

i will be back here more often now i think. i need to take the time to upgrade everything and all, and i don't know how badly i want to do that... i don't have much time as it is. but i'm at the least going to attempt to post everything i post over there over here, too. so hopefully i'll be seeing you. i trust you are all kneeling before me, like the good little minions that you are? yes, i thought so.

oh... is it the new year now?

i don't know... i haven't posted here in so long that i think i... i don't know. i feel like coming back into a town i grew up in, but i'm only able to visit for a few minutes. i'm out of touch with everyone and what's been going on... just keeping up barely through those of you i knew here at Blogger at a myspace.

i'm kind of a crappy friend. i'm kind of a crappy person, really. i do this... just move on to hanging out with other people and just get out of touch with the other people from before.

i kind of feel like... i don't know. like i should feel bad about not blogging like i used to. there's no reason to feel bad. it's just a fuckin' blog. you know.

but i feel compelled to come back and say hi, at least.

so, um. hi.

evil becomes me. i mean really. i look good in it.

yes, i realize that i have not posted anything in a long time. yes i realize i've been neglecting my duties here. i have a blog in the works explaining that. in the meantime, enjoy this lovely little survey, the answers to which please and amuse me.

oh, and by the way, you should know that i'm trying to kill a bitch of a cold right now, so if any of the answers are more delierious than usual, and the grammar and spelling are particularly bad... it's the drugs talking. which is fine, really, because drugs always have more interesting things to say.

SECTION 1 - YOU

+ Known as: El Sid, destroyer of worlds, bane of the common man, hero to satanists and generally horrible people everywhere.
+ Born: that day the skies rained down blood, the earth burst asunder and fire lept from the crevasses and angels everywhere wept. remember that day? yeah, i was born then.
+ Hair color: stormy dark cappuchino.
+ Eye Color: bourbon walnut haze.

SECTION 2 - HAVE YOU EVER

+ Fallen off the bed? doing what? just what exactly are you insinuating? eh? eh? what sort of activity could i partake of that would have me falling off the bed, oh, i wonder? what's that you say? sleep? oh, i wasn't thinking of that at all.
+ Had your heart broken?: you haven't lived until you do.
+ Had a dream come true? sort of. it wasn't the one about the sentient doorways, though. which is good, because that was a bad dream.

SECTION 3 - CURRENTLY...

+ Wearing: my happy monkey dancing suit.
+ Listening to: horrible TV noises.
+ Located: in my evil arctic headquarters in the heart of a volcano, cackling.
+ Should really be doing: nothing else. i am yours for this moment in time.

SECTION 4 - DO YOU...

+ Have any piercings: just the holes they made to put the robot parts in.
+ Drive: i have no need for cars. i have robot zombie ninja vampires to do the driving.
+ Have a cell phone: in my ear.

SECTION 5 - LAST PERSON YOU...

+ Hugged: Kelly
+ IMed: uh... i think it was Angie. it's been a few days.
+ Talked with on the phone: Kelly.
+ Text: i have no need for texting when i have my superior MIND. i just sent you a message, just now when i was typing this. ha ha. ha.

SECTION 6 - PERSONAL...

+ What do you want to be when you grow up? ...ya know, you really got me on that one.
+ What comes first in your life? the first thing.
+ What do you usually think about before you go to bed? a million schemes of world domination and such things.

SECTION 7- FAVORITES

+ Show: explosions!
+ Store: bah. all of my items are hand-made by robot slaves.
+ Food: the blood of innocents. although technically i guess that's a drink, not a food.
+ Color: the rosy crimsons and ebony blacks of DOOM.

SECTION 8 - DO YOU...

+ Like to give hugs: bone-crushing hugs with destructive powers.
+ Like to walk in the rain: yes, except for the getting wet part.
+ Sleep on your side: what is this... "sleep" you speak of? i know no such thing.
+ Have stuffed animals: i would never do that to an animal unless it was hungry. then i would give them the bones of innocents to gnaw upon.

SECTION 9- THIS OR THAT...(pick)

+ Pierced nose or tongue: i told you already about the piercings and the robot parts. fools!
+ MTV or BET: how about forks in my eyeballs? i'll take the forks.
+ 7th Heaven or Dawsons Creek: and then after the forks, you can pour some salt in the wounds.
+ Chocolate or flowers: neither is permanent, but at least chocolate tastes good.
+ Color or black-and-white photos: black and white. after all, if you're not with me, you're against me.
+ Stay up late or sleep in: one implies the other.
+ Hot or cold: cold as the black ice which encases the black stone which is my heart.
+ Sun or moon: i have not heard of this "sun", but it sounds vaugely dangerous. i must have it destroyed at once.
+ Left or Right: left, why? i'm not going anywhere.
+ 10 Acquaintances or one best friend: minions.
+ Spring or Fall: if you spring too high, then you'll fall.
+ Happy or sad: oh, yeah, i'm going to pick sad. yeah, that's what i like better, being sad. jesus fucking christ, did you run out of either/or questions, little child who wrote this survey? what's wrong with Beatles or Elvis? why don't you ask THAT ONE, huh?
+ Wonder or amazement: isn't that the same fucking thing? i don't know, i don't claim to be a fucking word scientist or anything, but... come the fuck on.

SECTION 10: FIRSTS.

First Screen Name? doombunny. ah, the memories stirred within me at sight of my first screen name... i get all weepy inside.
First self purchased CD: shit, i didn't even buy a CD until i was 19 years old. the first tape that i ever bought with my own money was R.E.M.'s Green. i was a mere 13 years old, eyes wide open with the giddy prospect of someday ruling my own evil empire full of ninjas and minions. and now look. i am so full of the doom.
First pet: a female dog named Bilbo. go figure, eh?
First piercing/tattoo: yeah, that. yeah, i wasn't allowed to get my ears pierced until i was... what was it, twelve? grrr.

SECTION 11:

Last time you cried: oh, i have no tear ducts any longer since i had them replaced with miniature sub-machine guns. now i only cry in self-defense. and yes, i used a similar answer the last time i got asked this "last time you cried" question. because i'm done with it.

that's it for section 11? LAME. it doesn't even have a title! what the hell.

SECTION 12: CURRENT.

Current mood: pleased with the devotion of my many minions.
Current food: air.
Current hair: ponytail of DOOM.
Current annoyance(s): grammatical and spelling errors

SECTION 13: WHO...

1. Makes you smile? my loyal minions, who serve me well. you ninja overlord loves you.
2. Has seen you cry? ha! no one sees me cry... for long.

SECTION 14: WOULD YOU RATHER..

1. Be serious or be funny? oh, obviously i'm deadly serious. all the time.
2. Drink whole or skim milk? i'm not a fan of milk. the blood of the innocents has more nutrients in it.
3. Spend time with your parents or enemies? my enemies don't survive long enough for me to spend time with them.

SECTION 15: DO YOU PREFER...

1. Do you prefer gray or black? i like both. plus blood-red. my underground lair has this particular color scheme going on. it's nice. it intimidates, and that relaxes me.
2. Lust or love? love binds your minions to you. the only lust i allow my minions is the lust for life.
3. Sunrise or sunset? you know, every time i get asked that question, i get that "Sunrise, Sunset" song from Fiddler On The Roof stuck in my head.
4. M&M's or skittles? this should not be a choice. i demand both! you shall comply with my demands.

SECTION 16: ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...

1. Do you like anyone? why do i have to answer this question again?
2. Do you believe in love at first sight? why do i have to answer this question again?
3. Do you miss someone right now? argh... i never miss. i have sharks with frikkin' laser beams attached to their foreheads. each of these sharks is a professional sniper.

all right. that's quite enough of that. sorry; i know this wasn't the world's best survey, but it was the first one i found that wasn't one that i've already done before. though, now that i think of it, i'm sure i have actually done this one, too. fucks sake. i can't win.

tee hee hee. oh, silly me...

if anyone has been trying to get in touch with me via my hotmail address, i never got your message. i didn't realize this, but i hadn't signed in in a month and they "temporarily disabled" it.

myspace has, apparently, swallowed my soul.

anyway, it should work fine now. i hope.

if i weighed 98 pounds, i'd still have that belly...

all right, so i didn't make another post before the month ended. but if it makes you feel any better, i didn't post on my myspace blog, either. until just now. and this is what i posted... but first, some small back story.

for those of you unfamiliar with the way myspace works, (and oh you should be grateful because it's evil fangs of evilness have not sucked you in and enslaved you) there is a "bulletins" section where you can post something that everyone on your friends list can read and reply to. sort of like a mass message to all your friends. bands generally use it to let everyone know when their next gig is, or their latest promotion or merch. people generally use it to post really stupid chain letters.

a friend of mine wrote this in a bulletin, and also on her blog. her message is reproduced here in color. my response to it is below. i obviously feel rather strongly about this. hee.

So, as most of my close friends know.. I have a tummy.. and ever since I was knee high to a grasshopper, I have had people asking me when I'm due, etc, assuming that just because I have a tummy, I must be pregnant..

.. Yeah.. I love this by the way.. but what I love the most about it, is when I think of women in the world who like me may have a little tummy, but are spending years of fertility treatments, or thousands of dollars for In Vitro Fertilization, or after months of finding they're pregnant keep having miscarriages..

I think of these women, who like me, dream of someday having their own child.. and for some unseen reasons, can't make this dream come true..

and so when someone asks me when I'm due, or makes some comment about me expecting, I think of the women above, and how if some idiot asks THEM the same question- what it must do for them, for their self-esteem, for the strength that they used to have, EXCEPT when it comes to the subject of a baby and their inability to conceive.

And of course, I think of myself, and how no matter how much I exercise, or fast, or whatever, my tummy will always be here, and it will always look this way.. and how when I am having an absolutely fantastic day, and think I look like a 20 on the 1-10 scale of hotness, some asshole asks me when I'm due.. and I am deflated completely to nothing...


and I know that I have a lot of strength and have withstood this line of questioning for 1 too many years, all I ask is just this:

Think before you speak.. and don't assume that someone is a certain way (ex: pregnant) just because they may look like it to you - if they don't talk about pregnancy to you in some way- just ignore it.. Because in all honesty - your little comment that means nothing to you, may be so big to someone else that it absolutely breaks them down to nothing.

HAVE SOME FREAKIN' KINDNESS!



now i know i've made my position on breeding perfectly clear. i shall have nothing to do with it. if ever i feel the unnatural urge to take on resposibility for another human life, then i shall adopt or foster a child. i will always encourage other people to do the same: to take care of who is here already. i sincerely believe that it's a small thing you can do to make the world a better place.

so it's a pretty insulting thing to have someone YOU DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW ask you how far along you are. don't ever ask anyone this question or any variation of this question. it's not polite. unless it's obvious they're pregnant--for example, their womb is swollen to the size of a basketball--you shouldn't open your big fat stupid tactless mouth. there, i said it. what?

i don't ever want a child. you don't want to ask me that question because i WILL subject you to my lecture on Why I Will Never Breed And If You Care At All For The Future Of Your Planet You Would Understand Why You Should Quit Squirting Them Out Expecting Them To Fix The Planet Just Because They're The Future...

anyway. you didn't ask me, so i'll spare the sermonizing for now and get to the point.

if someone who actually wants a child feels the same way about being asked that question as a person who never, ever, EVER wants a child feels, that's just proof that that shit is rude.

today's Lesson in Polite Behavior is brought to you by El Sid and her Fearsome Ninja Horde. fear us, or join us. there is no alternative.

next episode: Tipping Ettiqute for the Socially Inept.

thank you for reading.