I’m Hot. Right?

August 27th, 2008

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I want to say big thanks to both Avitable for Saturday’s guest post and Jan for yesterday’s post. Avitable actually got me in a little trouble. Nothing major, of course, and thanks to one of my very graphic sex posts in April, I was prepared for such a contingency. I just need to remember on those rare occasions that someone decides to photoshop my head onto a guy getting fucked in the ass that I should remove the advertisements from that particular post.

Thanks to all of you for your support on me falling off the quitting wagon. I’ll be getting back on soon. Haven’t figured out when. I’m fucking stressed to the gills right now. I know, I know. No excuse. I know the stats. Most all smokers fail their first time quitting. I don’t feel good about it, but I’m proud as hell of Britt and guarantee you I won’t be smoking when I next see her. Which will be soon.

I’m loving the Famecrawler gig. It’s a great job and I get to show a side that I don’t often show here. The snarky ass bitchy side. OK, maybe I DO show it here often. Still, it’s not every day that I get called a misogynist like I did over at FC the other day. I really feel like I’ve made it now that I’ve gotten some negative comments.

I used the word “douchebaggery” in a headline and someone called me on it. Said that was dissing women because douches are feminine hygiene products, used to clean vaginas (who knew?) and they were NOT to be used in a negative way like that. Funny thing is, she misspelled misogynist. Heh. I may be a douchebag, but at least I know how to spell.

Then last night I got a little comment saying I took a cheap shot at Kim Kardashian for calling her a slut. It was a cheap shot. Doesn’t make it any less true, though. Not that there’s anything wrong with sluts, mind you. I just wouldn’t want my daughters acting like Kim Kardashian. Does that make me insane? I don’t think so.

So I’m firmly entrenched over there now, all snarks ahead. But I’m tired. Still learning the ropes, trying to get into a groove, maximize my time, all that shit. I was up until 5 in the morning last night. And here it is, 1:40 in the morning now.

By the way, if you happen to subscribe to the Famecrawler blog, I’d really appreciate it if you’d Digg on my stories. And Propel them. Whatever your favorite submission sites might be. The more hits I get on my stories, the better it is for me in my pocket.

Don’t forget, Thursday night is another episode of SecondHand Radio and I hope you’ll join me. I don’t quite know who my guest is because I lost track of days and forgot to line someone up. But I’ve got a few emails out and hope to hear later today. Keep your eyes on Twitter. Show time is 10pm Eastern Thursday night.

I totally forgot that Monday was my THREE YEAR BLOGIVERSARY! Go me.

And I’m late in announcing this, but there’s this calendar coming out called the Hot Blogger Calendar. It’d be awesome if you’d vote for me.

Doesn’t take long. I really think I should be on a calendar, don’t you? Especially THIS one.

And yeah, this is the final week of The Summer of Love. Only two more guest posts left. Tomorrow it’s my good friend, Cindy, who I’ve known longer than any other Internet friend. Saturday, it’s Winter. Then I’m back to the seven-day grind.

Big News!

August 24th, 2008

My Babble HeadshotSo I’ve alluded to some big news on Twitter the last couple of days. Most of you probably didn’t hear that, unless you’re cool enough to follow me on Twitter.

But I can now officially spill the beans.

I got myself a new writing gig!

For money, even.

That’s right, I’m the latest gossip-monger on Famecrawler and I start pretty much now. It’s funny because I never watch Entertainment Tonight and the closest I come to gossip is maybe reading TV Squad. No more, I’ll be all over celebrities like David Hasselhoff is on cheeseburgers!

I’m really jazzed about this, since it means getting paid for slamming on Britney Spears while keeping most all of my clothes off. And getting paid? That’s a good thing.

Thanks to rock star Whit for thinking of me and getting me on board.

I’m a little overwhelmed with all the information right now, but I should be cranking out worthless fluff in the  next day or so. You know, more than usual.

Now I need to start learning sites like Digg and Propeller and Kirtsy and all these other Digg-like sites that I’ve never used before. And I’ll be learning useless information like the names of Brad Pitt’s babies and what color shoes Suri Cruise is wearing. Because, well, that shit is important.

I’m almost tempted to say that particular non-word I hate. But I won’t. I hate it.

I might be thinking it, though.

Widgets and Straws and Shit I Won’t Touch

August 22nd, 2008

Thanks again to Miss Britt for a funny guest post yesterday, even if it WAS a fucking repeat. Tomorrow is the infamous Avitable. I’m sure 2HT will never be the same.

And thanks to Brian Papa of PapaTV.com for guesting with me last night on SecondHand Radio. We talked about his impending fatherhood, getting Frank’d, BlogHer, and lots more stuff. You can download the show and listen to it - or listen to it right there in my sidebar with the handy widget.

Speaking of widgets, I don’t know if it’s the right time for me to be fucking with tweaking my blog, but I want to make it widget-friendly. Widgets make life easier all the way around with Wordpress and I can’t currently use them. I tried once and Karen nearly shot me for screwing up my sidebars. So I’m Googling this shit and trying to figure it out. It involves some coding. Wish me luck. Course, if I blow my blog up you won’t be able to read this most likely…

The quitting smoking thing. Right, I’m still chewing the shit out of straws and wishing like hell I could smoke. Cravings are still pretty heavy. I’m wearing a patch and I’m thinking about eating it. Or smoking a patch. Whatever works. I really think my lungs were MEANT to breathe in toxins.

But I have NOT smoked. I so want to, though. You have no idea. Oddly, I’m finding it difficult to breathe at times. Britt mentioned this happening to her on Day One, but it started with me yesterday. Could be stress, I don’t know.

Went to the doctor yesterday for a diabetes followup. She smacked me in the head about my meds but then said I was doing pretty good with my numbers. She still wants me to check my sugar twice a day - ugh - and wants me to up my insulin by 3 units. I DID gain 6 pounds in a week, though, which sucks. Expected, yes, but still sucks.

My depression is still hitting me kind of hard. Between it and the quitting smoking, I’m taking two naps a day now. I’d just rather be unconscious than deal with the cravings. Every instinctive fiber in my being is telling me to run away and shut down the computer and the phone, but fuck that. I’m not doing it.

And yesterday I also went to see The Dark Knight. Great flick. Really enjoyed it and thought everyone involved did phenomenal work. Heath Ledger was amazing. Certainly my favorite movie this summer so far.

Now for a meme. Haven’t done one of these in a while.

Snatched this meme from Kapgar.

  1. Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
  2. Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
  3. Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
  4. Optional extra: Post a comment at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results.

Like, Kevin, I’m adding a step in which I italicize anything I’ve never heard of.

  1. Venison
  2. Nettle tea
  3. Huevos rancheros
  4. Steak tartare
  5. Crocodile - No, but I’ve had gator tail.
  6. Black pudding - screw that noise.
  7. Cheese fondue
  8. Carp
  9. Borscht
  10. Baba ghanoush
  11. Calamari
  12. Pho
  13. PB&J sandwich - I used to LIVE on these.
  14. Aloo gobi
  15. Hot dog from a street cart
  16. Epoisses
  17. Black truffle
  18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
  19. Steamed pork buns
  20. Pistachio ice cream
  21. Heirloom tomatoes
  22. Fresh wild berries
  23. Foie gras
  24. Rice and beans
  25. Brawn, or head cheese - not enough money in the world
  26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
  27. Dulce de leche
  28. Oysters
  29. Baklava
  30. Bagna cauda
  31. Wasabi peas
  32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
  33. Salted lassi
  34. Sauerkraut
  35. Root beer float
  36. Cognac with a fat cigar
  37. Clotted cream tea
  38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
  39. Gumbo
  40. Oxtail
  41. Curried goat
  42. Whole insects - Not even if I was on Fear Factor or Survivor.
  43. Phaal
  44. Goat’s milk
  45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
  46. Fugu
  47. Chicken tikka masala
  48. Eel
  49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
  50. Sea urchin
  51. Prickly pear
  52. Umeboshi
  53. Abalone
  54. Paneer
  55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
  56. Spaetzle
  57. Dirty gin martini
  58. Beer above 8% ABV
  59. Poutine - French fries should never be mixed with anything involving curds. Hell, curds should never be involved in anything, period.
  60. Carob chips
  61. S’mores
  62. Sweetbreads
  63. Kaolin
  64. Currywurst
  65. Durian
  66. Frogs’ legs
  67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
  68. Haggis
  69. Fried plantain
  70. Chitterlings, or andouillette - no fucking way.
  71. Gazpacho
  72. Caviar and blini
  73. Louche absinth
  74. Gjetost, or brunost
  75. Roadkill
  76. Baijiu
  77. Hostess Fruit Pie
  78. Snail
  79. Lapsang souchong
  80. Bellini
  81. Tom yum
  82. Eggs Benedict
  83. Pocky
  84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant
  85. Kobe beef
  86. Hare
  87. Goulash
  88. Flowers
  89. Horse
  90. Criollo chocolate
  91. Spam
  92. Soft shell crab
  93. Rose harissa
  94. Catfish
  95. Mole poblano
  96. Bagel and lox
  97. Lobster Thermidor
  98. Polenta
  99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
  100. Snake