Because I Don't Have Enough On My Plate Already

I can't really remember how it came up in the first place, but I do remember what triggered the idea. I was watching an episode of Fraiser (yes, I watch Fraiser) and they were doing an old timey radio show, murder mystery thing. Of course in the show wackiness and highjinks ensue but it got me thinking, it would be a whole lot of fun to make an online radio murder mystery thing.
Then, somehow, the idea merged with Mr. Fab's Big Honking Duet Show idea and I started thinking that it would be seriously fun if I could talk bloggers in to participating. Everyone could record their part on their own, they could all be put together, sound effects and music added and it could all be played on something like Blog Talk Radio.
The only real big problems would be finding people willing to participate on a regular basis and of course, finding scripts. Although, in a community of bloggers who all spend enough time writing, you'd think we could all come up with a few old-timey murder mysteries.
I dunno. Good idea? Bad idea? What do you think?

But They'd Be In For One Hell Of A Fight

OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets

Heads Up, Bitches!

Just FYI, you now have ONE WEEK to find me something fabulous for my birthday.
That is all.

What, Was There A Rift In The Space-Time Continuum?

How hard is it to be on time? I mean really, how fucking hard is it? I don't think I've developed a fucking stutter in the last week so when I said I had someone coming over at 1pm and I had to be at work at 4pm was I unclear? Did I start speaking in tongues without realizing it? Because somehow you managed to make me late TWICE!
I know it's not your schedule, I know you didn't have to be anywhere, but I fucking HATE being late. I hate being late even more than I hate when other people are late. And both of those pale in comparison to just how much I fucking hate it when someone makes me late.
I should also mention just how much I want to punch you in the fucking throat when you show up late and then tell me to relax because "we have lots of time". No. No we don't. We actually have the opposite of "lots of time" because you're fucking late. So late in fact that I had to call work and explain that I was going to be late because your stupid ass can't seem to figure this shit out.

From Me To You 24

It's that time again, Kiddies. Gather 'round Auntie Gwenhwyfar for some more sage advice.

- You'll know that you've finally lost your grip on what was left of childhood when you start doing things that your parents used to have to fight with you to do, just because you feel like you should. It's a sad moment, mourn the loss. It's all down hill from here.

- When certain things never seem to work out no matter how hard you try, you eventually get to a point where you stop getting your hopes up. It doesn't matter how much they used to mean to you. It's hard to ignore the fact that they always end up sucking royally.

- Being busy as fuck sucks ass. Being too broke to pay bills and buy food sucks a lot more ass.

- If you could kindly refrain from answering my questions with questions, non-answers or your bullshit negativity you'd be saving us both a whole lot of time and frustration. Just answer the fucking question.

Happy Birthday Wilf!

Hope it was a good one, you big jerk!

Happy Mom's Day

For anyone interested, that would be me, my mom, my grandma and my great-grandma. (And yes, I was fucking adorable.)