As You May Have Noticed

As you may have noticed, my blog has been hacked. I have tried to contact Blogger.com about the problem, but they do not respond. If this hacking continues I will have no choice except to shut down this blog and go elsewhere.

If you know an address I can use to contact Blogger.com that they actually respond to, or a phone number, or someone I can punch in the face, please let me know.

Kathleen Parker
Kat Parker - she's cool

I've been out of town the last few days. I went to Atlanta to visit CNN. I was planning to talk to my favorite new TV reporter and syndicated columnist, Kathleen Parker, because Kathleen long ago encouraged me to become a writer and I always appreciated that. In case you couldn't tell, I never got much encouragement in my life, especially not from my parents, so when a great writer like Kathleen Parker encouraged me to write I was extremely flattered. She has her own show now on CNN, Parker Spitzer, and I want all you guys to watch it. Yes, I realize I'm encouraging you to watch something on CNN despite not liking much of anything about CNN, but in this case I'm making an exception. Kathleen is worth it.

CNN Flags

Anyway, it turns out that Kathleen isn't based out of Atlanta. She's in New York and sometimes D.C., so I didn't get to see her. Instead, Nancy Grace was there doing her news thing on live TV. Nancy is a bit of a male-basher. If you've read my blog for any length of time then you know how I feel about male-bashers. I wanted to slap her in the face. Actually, come to think of it, a woman I was with actually brought the whole idea up when she said, "My husband hates her. He'd like to slap her across the face."

So there I was. And there Nancy Grace was. And I had a powerful urge to do some slapping. But she was on TV and the cameras were rolling and it was all being broadcast live. And it occurred to me that if I ran onto the set and wacked her on live TV that might make it hard to mount a defense in court later seeing as the entire country, the entire world even, would see me do it. Also, there were guards with weapons around and I think they could sense what I was thinking about doing because they moved closer to me. So anyway, I didn't slap Nancy Grace.

HLN


Jane Velez Mitchell wasn't there at the time, either, or my urge to slap might've overpowered my awareness that I would surely be caught and arrested. I went right past her desk and had to suppress the urge to drop my pants and pee in her chair.

I spent several hours hanging around CNN. It was raining outside and there were tornadoes all around. Some homeless woman had slipped inside and was hitting me up for cigarettes while moaning about how she had hurt her ankle. Glamorous it was not. But what a huge building it was! And I know this because I went literally everywhere in that place. And it took all night.

CNN studio


As long as I'm blogging this, I might as well tell you, I'm trying to upload images of the CNN building and I can't. Do you know why I can't? Neither do I. I have to say, over the past year or more I have become more than a little sick and tired of having my fucking time wasted by piece of shit computers and the fucking internet and how damn long it takes to do any little fucking thing involving a computer and the internet just in general. I don't even like to check my email anymore, let alone blog, because of how fucking much time it takes. I actually dread trying to put together a new blog post these days, especially since I let Blogger sucker me into adopting the new editor they were pushing. I had hoped the new editor would make things easier and faster, but no, as usual the latest change to the existing technology is a giant fucking step back, making it harder and taking more of my valuable time to do what I used to be able to do in half the time.

I have grown to HATE computers. In fact, since I obtained a feature-laden cell phone and an iPod, my life has become a nightmare of technological problems. I can't make a call half the time because my fucking phone is frozen up and nobody seems to know why. Oh, it takes photos and videos and lets me listen to music and surf the net, that is, when its working. But half the time it isn't working. Half the time it's making me curse and scream and want to throw it out the fucking window. And don't even get me started on the trouble I've had with the latest and 'greatest' Apple software for the iPod. I had no trouble loading all sorts of music onto an iPod I bought for the Mrs years ago, but now that I have my own and had to download the latest software for it, nothing is easy. It's a huge pain in my ass and I have absolutely no patience for it anymore. I have given more than enough of my life to machines only to have them waste most of that time for me. And I am sick and damn tired of it.

weather green screen
Computer generated weather report


So, just to sum up, my blog has been hacked by fucking asshats from China or some such place. I did not get to talk with uber-cool Kathleen Parker. I did not punch Nancy Grace in the face, although I could have. I did not punch Jane Velez Mitchell in the face, if only because she wasn't there at the time. I have grown to hate slow computers just in general. I hate my cell phone because it is a piece of shit. And I haven't got even one song on my iPod because the version of the software that Apple keeps telling me to download is a fucking nightmare and I am just not that interested in the latest technology or the latest version of something that used to be simple to use but isn't anymore. If it isn't simple and it doesn't work intuitively then I have better things to do with my time.

And so do you. Why do we put up with this shit? I remember when I had to sit and wait for the damn modem to actually dial and connect. And then every blog was so slow to load. These days that's not the problem. The problem is that it won't load at all. Instead I get some stupid error, but without any specific error message. Or else I can't comment and have no idea why. Or it wants me to log in over and over again for no fucking reason. Or the browser crashes right in the middle of what I'm doing. Or the computer can't get online at all because the phone company is fucked up. Or the computer has a virus. Or the computer has been hacked. Or the computer is just a piece of shit in general. Or Windows is fucking with me and pissing me off. It's always something.

And meanwhile, I have a stack of good books sitting on the table next to me just waiting for me to give them some of my time. Every single day I find myself increasingly willing to just leave the computer powered off and pick up one of those books.

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50 Questions

* Stolen from Catch Her In The Wry



1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?

Aaaaaaah shit.


2. How much cash do you have on you?

I'm not even wearing pants, let alone carrying cash.


3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?

Score (I'm watching porn)


4. Favorite planet?

Hollywood


5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?

Kevin Bacon ... was in the original Friday the 13th??? Who knew???


6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?

1940s classic telephone bell


7. What shirt are you wearing?

No shirt, no pants, I'm blogging commando


8. Do you label yourself?

Yes, I have a label on myself that says "Cherokee - made in USA"


9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing?

God's 10 Toes


10. Bright or Dark Room?

The walls are nearly white and the lights overhead are long fluorescent tubes. It's almost blinding.


11. Did you do anything to celebrate John Lennon's 70th yesterday?

Sure, I listened to some Rolling Stones and said to myself "At least Mick never hooked up with a total douche like Yoko."


12. What does your watch look like?

It looks like a more expensive watch that I saw, only it isn't. My grandad the allegedly Jewish jeweler would probably be ashamed of me for that. Or else he'd appreciate me for being smart enough not to pay out the ass for a stupid fucking watch. I never really knew him well.


13. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Unpacking from the drive back to town and trying to get ready for bed.


14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?

"You fought as a capo with Sex Kitten"


15. Where is your nearest 7-11?

I don't even know if we have any 7-11s around here anymore. We have Circle Cs and Mapcos and places like that, but I think 7-11 is pretty much gone.



16. What’s a word that you say a lot?

Vagina - as in, Senator Harry Reid needs to man up 'cause he's a huge fucking vagina


17. Who told you he/she loved you last?

Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I think I'm gonna eat some worms


18. Last furry thing you touched?

My penis. I guess I should trim that sucker, but I've been busy and he hasn't.


19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?

Do ginger pills count as doing drugs? If so, then one.


20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?

I've probably got at least one, but it'd be several years old and might not be any good anymore.


21. Favorite age you have been so far?

17 - I distinctly remember being 17 and listening to Foreigner singing "Seventeen" and being fully aware that it was a great age to be.


22. Your worst enemy?

We haven't met yet, but if we ever do it'll be the first and last time.



23. What is your current desktop picture (extra points if you post it.)?

It's called "Bliss" and the stupid search function can't fucking find it. I can't be bothered to do it the hard way. Fuck Windows.


24. What was the last thing you said to someone?

Fuck you if you can't use a blinker, you poor bastard who can't afford a Jeep that has functioning turn signals. Yes, I see you looking at me in your rearview mirror, you cunt.


25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?

A million bucks ain't shit in American dollars now, thanks to Obama. I'll take flying and use it to rob rich politicians like Harry Reid and escape by flying away like Superman.



26. Do you like someone?

No, I hate everyone. I'm a fuckin' troll under a bridge chasing billy goats is what I am.


27. The last song you listened to?




28. What time of day were you born?

6 or 7 am on the dot. I know this because my mom was pissed that I woke her up so early and she let me know it for years and years afterwards.


29. What’s your favorite number?




30. Where did you live in 1987?

Here



31. Are you jealous of anyone?

I'm jealous of my niece and nephew for being born with perfect abs.


32. Is anyone jealous of you?

I wouldn't think so, but I'm always surprised by the truly shitty people who stab me in the back over some petty jealousy I never expected.


33. Where were you when 9/11 happened?

In Memphis walking into work and thinking to myself, "this is going to be a shitty day."


34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?

If no one else is around I practice my spinning side kick.



35. Do you consider yourself kind?

Kind of a dork, yes.


36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?

I'd have the word "Oklahoma" tattooed on my penis. It'd just say "Ok" if I wasn't in the mood.


37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?

I'd be fluent in bullshit. Look how far it has gotten President Obama.


38. Would you move for the person you loved?

I already did. She wanted a house and I was happy with our apartment with swimming pool and weight room. We ended up in the heart of Redneckville hell. But we had a house.


39. Are you touchy feely?

I'm more grouchy steely with a splash of lemon-flavored vodka.


40. What’s your life motto?

No one gets out alive anyway so let's do this bitch.


41. Name three things that you have on you at all times?

Scars, handgun and well-earned cynicism



42. What’s your favourite town/city?

I don't know yet. I'll let you know when I find it.


43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?

Stamp for a letter to God


44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?

Yesterday, I wrote a letter to God and had to pay cash for the stamp to mail it. I thought I just told you this.



45. Can you change the oil on a car?

Yes, and don't think this means you can show up at my house and expect me to do it for you, either. I have 6 cars of my own to keep up with.


46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?

She has kids


47. How far back do you know about your ancestry?

Great-great grandad was a Cherokee and he killed somebody in a dispute over land. Grandma's ancestors were married into Thomas Jefferson's family and had apparently been rich at one time. To go back beyond that you'd have to talk to my sister. She's the genealogy buff among us.


48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?

Dress fancy? I dressed up as Captain Morgan for Halloween last year. Is that fancy enough? My sword was real and fancy, too. Bonus! After that there was my beautiful niece's artsy-fartsy, ice-cold January wedding which I videoed and still can't get the damn computer to burn to DVD so I can give it to her. I guess I was dressed fancy for that, too, although not as Captain Morgan. That might've been weird.



49. Does anything hurt on your body right now?

My heart, mostly. Sometimes the prettiest faces hide the ugliest people.


50. Have you been burned by love?

A few times I've ended up pretty sore. I guess you could say it was like a rug burn.

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