Wow. Just as I thought I was having a happy birthday, I go to post my fabulous second place win at the Clayton Farmer's Market pie baking contest on my Unseen Orchard site, and low and behold there is some b-hole squatting there! Someone who claims to be cyberpunk! Guess what? If you're really a cyberpunk, Mr. Big Time, you would squat/hijack/hack somewhere BIG, somewhere EVIL, like Halliburton or whatever. Not on my little site! And I already have cards out with the URL on there, for my budding private cheffing biz. How ugly! What a sissy-boy! And just try to find a way to report this to blogger or google. It's not so easy. Message: read William Gibson. Ask yourself if he or his characters would think that squatting on a single mom's blog that she is using to try to give people info so that she might, I don't know, be able to help her kids go to college, ask yourself if they would think that was in the spirit of the genre/philosophy he created, for God's sake. So, Mr., you are not punk. Punk does not attack the small and weak. Pussy-boy, is you have any balls then go hack into some deep pocket's site. Go head, I dare you. What? What? Too scary? Makes you want to keep hiding in mommy's basement forever? That's what I thought. On the other hand, you could vacate my blog and we could have peace.
Though, here is an odd little matrix intersect point: At the party on Sat. Princess and Beat Poet and I played a teensy madlibs game which P designed from -- wait for the Theramin rif -- Neuromancer.
In better news, We Girls had a pretty fun time at my B-day party on Sat. night. I put too much vermouth in the Shrimp, and the sauce tasted better the next day, but I don't know that I've had better corn on the cob since I was a kid and got it out of my great-grandpa's garden and ate it half an hour later. This was great corn, from the Clayton Farmer's Market. My pie winnings included $25 of "market money," which I spent on a dozen ears of corn, a gorgeous fresh chicken, and some of that delicious lamb meat I usually get at the Tower Grove market. Princess brought some yummy potatoes with pine nuts, Beat Poetess a lovely white Bordeaux, and Chef some raw veggies and dip. Thank you, girls, for celebrating with me.
Metal Ox came by and gave me a Freda Kahlo doll. How can that be bad?
Scorpio 1 took me out to lunch on my b-day, then for dessert. I don't know what's wrong with S2, but she really wasn't very kind. Kind of hurt my little feelings, she did.
So, happy and sad. Good and bad. What else is new? Love and peace will prevail, even if it takes till death.
Love,
LB
2 comments:
re: cyberpunk / punk
sick'em!
though, i might back off the gendered language around their cowardice myself. ;-)
I appreciate the thought, and if I wrong about their gender... oh, wait, do you mean the 'pussy' part? Not the 'boys' part? I know. I struggle with that one. In the end I feel that the word does not describe femaleness. It describes whimpiness. But still... hum... what would I replace it with? What says it so well? What would make them feel it so well? Suggestions?
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