Kiss My Sass » Politicians Are Funny

Friday, January 27th, 2006

That’s right, I’m calling you out. For those who have been living under a rock these past couple months, Judge Samuel Alito has been under tense hearings to confirm or disapprove him to be on the Supreme Court.

Mr. Senator Friggin John Kerry has the cajones to yodel from the friggin’ tops of the friggin’ Swiss Friggin’ […]

Thursday, January 5th, 2006

OK the title’s not meant to poke fun. NOT AT ALL. I just wanted to grab your attention and just say my 2 cents on this whole thing going down in West Virginia. Now, I don’t watch a lot of TV nor do I pay that much attention to news lately.

If any TV is on, it’s either […]

Monday, December 19th, 2005

I know this is sooo late of me…. but I couldn’t resist chiming in on it.
“Fed up with being endlessly told ‘the American people’ have turned against the war in Iraq, Republicans asked the Democrats to show what they had in their hand and vote on a resolution to withdraw the troops. By a vote […]

Saturday, October 16th, 2004 Sunday, October 10th, 2004

Seen any of the Kerry-Edwards Gear Junk available on the website?
I want one of these…A Gay Military Dog Tag. If that’s not a total oxymoron, I dunno what is. It’s understood that you Feminazis don’t like being grouped in with the GLBTs, so the Kerry-Edwards Gear people offer up a version for you, ’cause […]

Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Stop, hey, what’s that sound?

The New York Times published a list of what it bills as the Conservative Top 50 songs …or are they?  I have a hard time believing anything Bob Dylan ever wrote would be… yet one of his works appears in the list.

Dixie Chick Not Sorry Anymore at least she was, at one time.  But not now.  Does Natalie Maines just need to shut up and mind her business?  Either way, it’s too little, too late.  The people that made up their base of fans are no longer interested, for the most part anyway.

Perhaps you will be interested to know more about the connection between politics and music.

Same day, different year..

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  • ‘Da Vinci Code’ getting attention no matter what – 2006

Kiss My Sass » Dating Again or Now Ive Gone Completely Mad

Saturday, April 20th, 2002

For those of you who may be considering returning to the single life…Dating – Its Causes and Cures
Dating is a social engagement with the threat of sex at its conclusion. Most dating results from lingering guilt about masturbation. Of course, no one has any religious or ethical guilt about masturbation any more. But people DO […]

Tuesday, September 18th, 2001

As of last Thursday me & my honey have been together for two months. I was so busy I didn’t have time to post this, then. You’re sleeping on my couch and it’s raining outside, as I sit this morning and write this to you.

I don’t really write a lot of letters, so this is kind of awkward.  […]

Kiss My Sass » Celebrity Dreams, or NIGHTMARES?

Friday, September 7th, 2001

I wake up to the storm this morning with a Mazzy Star song in my head. I had a very strange dream. I was doing bookkeeping and clerical work at this office somewhere, I can’t recall the location. There were two other women who worked there, and one man. It seemed like a sort of bank.

The first […]

Sunday, May 27th, 2001

My dreams about random things are getting getting less frequent and less vivid.   That includes the ones I have about famous people. For example, Thursday night I dreamed that Prince died. I was in his hospital room and he was just lying there looking awful. That was about the extent of the dream, so not very exciting.

Last […]

Thursday, October 26th, 2000

…and getting caught in dusty apartments with rock bands  
Last night I had a very strange dream. I was sitting in a cramped, slightly run down second floor apartment somewhere and was having a conversation with Matchbox 20’s Rob Thomas. Weird. turns out it was his place. Who knows when THIS was, I’m sure, some kind […]

Kiss My Sass

OK the title’s not meant to poke fun.

NOT AT ALL.

I just wanted to grab your attention and just say my 2 cents on this whole thing going down in West Virginia.

Now, I don’t watch a lot of TV nor do I pay that much attention to news lately.

If any TV is on, it’s either the local cable music channel stuff or else I switch back and forth between TBS and FOX news and it’s on in the background while I work (from home).

So like I said, I don’t *watch* it. But I do listen a bit here and there.

Last night, I had the TV on almost all night. Who knows why. Every now and again I heard things here and there that perked up my ears.

The first thing that perked up my ears first was Geraldo (aka Jerry Rivers) bawling as his live video feed from WV was being broadcast from the church yard. Everyone was singing hymns and hollering, as the media person at the time was talking to Geraldo and reporting an apparent miracle that these guys had survived. I thought, “Well that’s a relief!” and went pretty much back to work.

About 3 hours later Donna Fiduca comes on the TV and says “What a rollercoaster this has been. [ ]…12 miners are now considered dead and there was only 1 survivor…” or something to that effect.

I did a double-take and thought, “Crikey, that chick’s on crack!”

Because that was all I heard and thought she needs her rest because that is not what everyone else has been reporting for the last 3 hours!

Then it occured to me to pay attention because I heard someone on the scene at the church who was interviewing a WV citizen who was crying and upset and that’s when I knew there was something really wrong.

I felt a twang in my stomach and I was a bit upset to hear all this bad news after having put up with Geraldo’s joyous fit some time earlier, along with all the smiley news reporters grinning and guffawing, the other happy dappy journalists interviewing people left and right. CNN was showing that same stuff too. I thought, “Hey people–give it a rest.”. Wait ’til the press conference.

But there wasn’t one. At least not until 3am. Not good, media people!

About 2 hours or so before the bad news hit the TV stations, I was watching intently on CNN (I do switch back and forth and make up my own mind) where they had split the screen, and in one half, was some sort of industry professional talking and in the other, I saw people yelling at cameras and shooshing them away with their arms waving.

I thought that was *weird*. Hours before, it seemed like everyone left and right at the scene by the church was more than happy to get on camera and have their say. I wondered if it was just people hating on CNN or what.

Now I feel as though that was a foreshadowing to me, that perhaps some of the people were hearing bad news before all the news people gobbled it up and puked it all over the TV.

I don’t know. I just think sometimes, we all need to shut up and pay attention to what’s going on before we shout to the hilltops, and other such nonsense.

The media knows better than that, to wait for the spokesperson or official connected with ACTUAL word on what’s going on. And in my opinion, the governor’s office certainly should have had one of his flunkies rush right over to the church scene and say “WAIT people, we ARE NOT SURE of this information. It’s not been confirmed just yet.”

See, people like to play telephone, and get shit cornfused but good. Some damned fool was probably standing around listening at the rescue scene and not minding his own beeswax, then took “We found them” to mean “They’re alive, and one’s dead…go tell everyone on your Nokia now, you dumb redneck!” Not to offend. I meant that in a funny Jeff Foxworthy tone.

And that’s all she wrote. For now.

Funny about Geraldo’s real name eh? Take such an American Cheese name and spice it up a bit, and viola, Instant Ethnicity!

Sort of like, if Kraft decided to change the name of their popular “Kraft Singles” to ” Rebanadas Queso Americano”.

Hee.

Kiss My Sass

OK the title’s not meant to poke fun.

NOT AT ALL.

I just wanted to grab your attention and just say my 2 cents on this whole thing going down in West Virginia.

Now, I don’t watch a lot of TV nor do I pay that much attention to news lately.

If any TV is on, it’s either the local cable music channel stuff or else I switch back and forth between TBS and FOX news and it’s on in the background while I work (from home).

So like I said, I don’t *watch* it. But I do listen a bit here and there.

Last night, I had the TV on almost all night. Who knows why. Every now and again I heard things here and there that perked up my ears.

The first thing that perked up my ears first was Geraldo (aka Jerry Rivers) bawling as his live video feed from WV was being broadcast from the church yard. Everyone was singing hymns and hollering, as the media person at the time was talking to Geraldo and reporting an apparent miracle that these guys had survived. I thought, “Well that’s a relief!” and went pretty much back to work.

About 3 hours later Donna Fiduca comes on the TV and says “What a rollercoaster this has been. [ ]…12 miners are now considered dead and there was only 1 survivor…” or something to that effect.

I did a double-take and thought, “Crikey, that chick’s on crack!”

Because that was all I heard and thought she needs her rest because that is not what everyone else has been reporting for the last 3 hours!

Then it occured to me to pay attention because I heard someone on the scene at the church who was interviewing a WV citizen who was crying and upset and that’s when I knew there was something really wrong.

I felt a twang in my stomach and I was a bit upset to hear all this bad news after having put up with Geraldo’s joyous fit some time earlier, along with all the smiley news reporters grinning and guffawing, the other happy dappy journalists interviewing people left and right. CNN was showing that same stuff too. I thought, “Hey people–give it a rest.”. Wait ’til the press conference.

But there wasn’t one. At least not until 3am. Not good, media people!

About 2 hours or so before the bad news hit the TV stations, I was watching intently on CNN (I do switch back and forth and make up my own mind) where they had split the screen, and in one half, was some sort of industry professional talking and in the other, I saw people yelling at cameras and shooshing them away with their arms waving.

I thought that was *weird*. Hours before, it seemed like everyone left and right at the scene by the church was more than happy to get on camera and have their say. I wondered if it was just people hating on CNN or what.

Now I feel as though that was a foreshadowing to me, that perhaps some of the people were hearing bad news before all the news people gobbled it up and puked it all over the TV.

I don’t know. I just think sometimes, we all need to shut up and pay attention to what’s going on before we shout to the hilltops, and other such nonsense.

The media knows better than that, to wait for the spokesperson or official connected with ACTUAL word on what’s going on. And in my opinion, the governor’s office certainly should have had one of his flunkies rush right over to the church scene and say “WAIT people, we ARE NOT SURE of this information. It’s not been confirmed just yet.”

See, people like to play telephone, and get shit cornfused but good. Some damned fool was probably standing around listening at the rescue scene and not minding his own beeswax, then took “We found them” to mean “They’re alive, and one’s dead…go tell everyone on your Nokia now, you dumb redneck!” Not to offend. I meant that in a funny Jeff Foxworthy tone.

And that’s all she wrote. For now.

Funny about Geraldo’s real name eh? Take such an American Cheese name and spice it up a bit, and viola, Instant Ethnicity!

Sort of like, if Kraft decided to change the name of their popular “Kraft Singles” to ” Rebanadas Queso Americano”.

Hee.

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Help me get my life back!!

I lost a significant part of my normal household income recently, because the person I lived with cares very little about anyone but himself, and after I found out he was trying to ‘get to know’ someone else, he decided to stick it to me by leaving me high and dry. His reason? Just because he wanted to be “independent”.

I’m an artist trying to branch out my own, but I’m working 2 jobs just to pay rent and utilities! I’m lucky if have any money leftover so I can eat, maybe buy a public transit pass to get to work every day (I don’t own a car). After all this I don’t have any money to run my business. I have gone to the welfare office but I don’t qualify for emergency assistance because I haven’t had anything happen to me that qualifies as an ’emergency’ yet. I need your help. I am in need of some extra cash to help me pay for groceries and transportation to continue to work so that I may build some business capital. My credit is–for lack of a better word–shot. I cannot take out a loan because I don’t own a home or have a banking account.

Let me tell you a story…

Once upon a time I met a man. We went out a couple times over the course of one weekend, and had a couple intimate encounters. After 2-1/2 weeks he fell in love with me. I was taken aback, sort of, and ‘thinking about’ that. In the meantime we seem inseperable. We do everything together. He unofficially “moved in” by leaving his clothes, toothbrush and other assorted items at my place, and always sleeps there. I meet his parents. He meets mine. He grows on me and I finally start to love him back, only ten times more that I thought I could ever love someone. He proposes to me after 6 months and a year after that we get a place together. Everything seems okay, although the safety and charm of the neighborhood we move into is highly questionable. After almost 1 year in our new place, I experience some months of irratic behavior from him and many instances where he was not returning home until the wee hours of the morning. I ask him what is wrong with him. He tells me he doesn’t want to live here anymore. I tell him I don’t want him living here, then.

I have recently lost a significant part of my income because of this a-hole’s sudden streak of ‘independence’ and can assure you that I had done nothing wrong to cause he breakup. His answers to my many inquiries as to such were simply ‘he’d changed’ and ‘didn’t want to hurt me but still loved and cared for me’, just wasn’t ‘in love’ with me any more. Which I find to be pure B.S. because if you cared about someone, you’d call home at least ONCE in a while to let them know you’re not dead in some dark alley, on a hospital gurney, or behind bars. What I found out, is that he had been persuing a woman at work.

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June 01, 2004

Fuck! What is my problem??! Today was sitting there at work and I burst into tears. Damn him, having that kind of control over me.

I can’t even act normal these days. Hell, I don’t even know what ‘normal’ feels like anymore.

It just hurts that here I sit, a moping, sorry-ass shell of the person I used to be. I can’t believe it. 3 years of me and him,

[more of “Arrrgghh!”…]

May 31, 2004


I know there’s a long list out there of countless webloggers asking for donations, and I guess you could add me to that list. I am just asking for a few dollars from anyone who can spare it, to help me start my life over again.

But I am putting a different spin on the whole blog donation thing by running a giveaway contest. If you help me out you get a chance to win a prize!

May 28, 2004

Perfect.

Rain & cold forecasted all weekend, (not like I have a huge social butterfly list of activities planned) and to top it all off, I get my lovely monthly bill this morning.

I was supposed to cat-sit this weekend (highlight of my month, lemme tell ya–what a loser, huh?) anyway, I came home after 5pm tonight to find a note from the cat’s owner, saying he couldn’t fit his key under my door, so he says the building manager will look after the little furball. Hey! He said he wasn’t leaving town until after six! Whatever.

So there went my busy weekend. God forbid I’d have some kind of responsibility. I tossed the note and went into the bedroom and changed into sweats and threw my hair up into a scrunchie (fabulous invention!), breathed a huge sigh of relief to be off work for a few days and put in some quality couch time. Gotta run now, I forgot I actually do have some web site work and housecleaning to do.

May 23, 2004

With the sound of buzzing cicadas. I’m so glad I don’t leave in the eastern part of the country! These things would give me nightmares. I can’t even stand small spiders let alone a couple billion of these cicada things buzzing all around. Some people actually eat them. Ewwww!

At least they’re ewww to me. I don’t know about you. Some have compared eating these bugs to be not unlike eating shrimp, lobster, or crawfish. Yes, even though those are sea creatures they spend part of their lives as arhropods…insects.

You can have all of ’em. I hope they stay the hell away from Minnesota!

Queen For a Day or A Swan?

Remember that show Queen For A Day? Back in the 50s this show would get letters from women from all over the country to tell of how they slave all day at home and get nothing for it, or their child came down with some awful disease and died and sort of like how Oprah does, they get to come on the show and get pampered, sent off on lavish vacations and given makeovers and whatnot?

Well that’s kinda what The Swan reminded me of. I was watching it the other night (by accident of course) while trying to eat my dinner, which I couldn’t finish once I was given an eyeful of the load of fat they sucked out of one of these unfortunate creatures. I say unfortunate because, yeah, so your teeth are all messed up and you have a weak chin, a pot belly and no bustline to speak of. So why doesn’t this show do like Queen For A Day or Oprah, instead of the drastic surgery measures and crappy fake boobs? I say give these chickies a new wardrobe from Saks, tell them they’re beautiful and give them a free year’s worth of self esteem therapy. Then set them up with a new leather recliner, a box of wine, tickets for a 7-day cruise in the Bahamas, and send them on their way!