Every book I’m reading is red, red paperback, all the same dark tomato shade of red, all about the same size, too, so I will reach for one, thinking it’s another, start reading where I left off, and be utterly baffled, flipping through pages and muttering to myself: What is this about Cora Crippen staring out the window of 39 Hilltop Crescent Dr.? Uhm, excuse me, but where is Ago Vespucci? Where is Qara Koz? The Skeleton? The Mattress? Okay. This author is clearly whack. He’s lost it. He’s mental! How did this ever get published? He has totally switched stories … like a schizo …. like a nutjob ….. like it’s a completely different …… ohh.
why
Why is it “ham” and “pork” and “bacon” and “sausage” when it’s delicious but suddenly “swine” when it’s deadly?
It’s not even “pig”; it’s SWINE.
Is this just human nature?
Like when your beloved is “honey” and “sweetie” and “baby and “lovey” but once they break your heart, they’re suddenly “that bastard”?
Or …. “that swine.”
Just wondering is all.
So is swine the worst thing you can be?
courtesy still counts
This is an ongoing problem that I have on this blog, sadly. A lack of courtesy. Never from my regular peeps, never you guys, but frequently from new readers who demand this or that password to a password-protected post. I don’t get it. I don’t understand emailing me — for the very first time, now — and abandoning all basic societal niceties like “please” and “thank you” and “you’re obviously a genius, Tracey” and acting as if you’re entitled to a given password.
To the man who emailed me demanding the password for this Eg*pt Air 990 post saying you “NEEDED more details about what really happened to the people on that flight” and that you “NEEDED to hear about it all from a family member’s point of view”: Uhm, I don’t think so. Not unless you apologize for being rude and insensitive. I don’t understand approaching me that way, just from a courtesy standpoint, and, beyond that, I really don’t understand approaching me that way on this particular subject. I’m a funny, old-fashioned girl that way, I guess. I like men to be gentlemanly. Be decent. Think about how you’re coming across. That’s all I’m saying here. And not even a please or a thank you? Methinks no. Really really NO. This is all the response you’ll get from me. Sorry to make you a public example, but your behavior demands it.
The post is password-protected for very good reasons that my regular readers are well aware of. I’m not opposed to giving passwords to people — as long as they’re not family or people I know in “real” life — but being rude and callous in the way you ask doesn’t exactly make me want to give it up. The post is highly personal. Vulnerable. If you’re interested in the post just to be a voyeur, just to be titillated by the horror of it all, you can forget it.
I had loved ones murdered on that flight — I’m touchy about it — so acting all cavalier when asking me for the password doesn’t exactly bewitch me. Okay, Slappy?
“What really happened to the people on that flight”? Uhm, they were terrorized and terrified and then they died horrible deaths.
They were murdered.
That’s what happened, all right?
Avail yourself of Google if you need more information.
nosy friday: a car theme
I seem to like my nosy Friday surveys to have a little theme. ‘Member the bathroom one? Hahaha. That’s a favorite of mine. I learned so much.
Anyhoo. Today’s, with a car theme.
Please copy and paste into comments so everyone can follow the questions and answers.
1) If you were ever to own a vintage car, what kind of car would you like it to be?
2) Do you sing in the car? If so, do you stop if someone drives by you or pulls up next to you?
3) Do you groom in the car? If so, what do you do?
4) List the best/most comfortable kind of car you’ve ever personally made out in. Look, I know you have. Maybe even — gasp! — more.
5) What is in the back seat of your car right now? (And don’t tell me it’s you, making out or more, okay?)
6) Anything dangling from your rearview mirror? If so, what is it?
7) Are you pro dangling car testicles or anti dangling car testicles?
8) If I pulled up to you at a stoplight, could I hear your stereo? What would it likely be playing?
9) Do you have a hands-free device for your cell phone? (If you live in CA, it’s the law now. I live in CA and I don’t have one because I enjoy being a scofflaw. Shhhhh.)
10) Do you like using your cell phone while driving or would you rather throw it out the window, like me?
11) Tell me, parents, how you occupy your kids on a long car trip. (Can’t wait for these answers.)
12) Rubbernecking at accident sites — yea or nay?
13) You are lost. Your GPS, if you have one, isn’t working. What do you do?
14) Have you ever run over an animal? What kind? (Mammals only.) What did you do?
15) What color is your car? (This may seem boring to you, but the most minute details of other’s lives are fascinating to me.)
16) What’s in your glove compartment — beyond the basic registration papers, etc.?
17) Offer me, please, your theory of why some people blatanly pick their noses in the car.
18) Some young dude jaywalks across the street right in front of your car. He’s just strolling across the street, taking his time. Do you slow down or speed up?
19) You pull up to a stoplight with a homeless guy standing there, advertising his hunger. Let’s say it’s Brunch Hungry Guy. He’s right outside your window, staring at you. Do you give him money? Ignore him? Smile apologetically?
20) T/F In a wee fit of road rage, I have flipped someone off whilst driving.
21) Isn’t the 1965 Mustang convertible in Poppy Red with the Pony interior one of the prettiest cars you’ve ever seen? I couldn’t make it fit horizontally, so just turn your heads sideways, pippa. (Some day, 1965 Mustang convertible in Poppy Red with the Pony interior, some day.) You don’t really have to answer this question. This is supposed to be a neutral, objective survey. Flagrant editorializing has no place here.
