Fun with text messaging

So, I was at Christina's party last night [more on that later] and my phone merrily chirrupped the arrival of a text message from a gal I know:

heheh check out drudge.
I'm turned on by the
Russian with the fire hose.

I'm sick aint I

No.

One might chalk it up to the man-in-a-uniform thing.
Uh.

Or not.

Anyway, photos like this always make me smile and remember Benny Hill, for some reason.

I'd post a link to the photo, but it'll be gone any time now from Drudge's site so here it is:

Shoe report from christina's party

Jennifer is wearing very sexy shoeses. I squeee. I squeee muchly. But I'm envious some, too. Purrrrrrty!


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Redneck Steampunk

Leave it to an East European to turn out some steampunk redneckery.




I love it!

It's Friday. Do something unexpected.

uh, hi. I'm phlegmfatale and I'm a workaholic.

I'm not addicted.

I can quit anytime.

Last pay period I had about 25 hours of overtime. And no one asked me to do any overtime, either. I just sort of... did it. But my work got done and that matters to me, for some reason. Actually, this job is SOOOOO much better than the last one that 12 hours here seems like, oh, 4 hours at the last one. Not so much drudgery.

True, my puppies don't complain about it-- always happy to see me-- but I do feel like I'm looking at the world through a cubicle, sometimes. I'm walking in the circle with blinders on. Yeah, it's like that scene from Conan except I'm not buffing up or anything. I'm just there with my iced tea i.v. drip, eyes glazing over looking at the screen for hours and hours.

Clearly, I have GOT to get some cubicle art. Was considering some fantasy art near-pr0n stuff with painted on chain-mail bikinis and tentacles and stuff, but the company is pretty conservative and I think would frown upon such things... I dunno-- macrame owls? Popsicle stick art?

I must say I'm very tempted by Albino Bowler painting from Archie McPhee.com. Or there's the inflatable van Gogh painting, but that may be too much bordering on classy. *aherm* I may have to come up with some paintings of my own. This could get interesting. Watch this space for more fruity goodness.

This wild, wild woman is a-way out west...

Sometimes you think of things you found captivating many years ago and you might cringe on occasion. Mullets? Frankie Say t-shirts? Parachute pants? That were never me! Seriously. That wasn't me. Was merely pointing out sartorial missteps which may have been in your past, darling. Not judging, youse understand.

John Wesley Harding's superb album Here Comes The Groom endures in my heart as an eternal classic with dead-clever text set to beautifully crafted melodies. I have never stopped loving this album, and I'll never tire of listening to it.

With the Lindsay Lohan slow-motion carcrash going on in live! Action! 3-D! of late, I keep thinking of JWH's Spaced Cowgirl, performed below in a pub in Frankfurt in 2002 with sublime dobro ponied up by Ferdy Doernberg. [you know what a sucker I am for fine axe work! ]

Sometimes I listen to you
it's the whisky talkin'
Sometimes I watch
you move and
It's the whisky walkin'
Sometimes I sit and think
of the way things might have been...

Anyway, wistful. Beautiful. Yeah. Classic. Pretty girl, out to lunch with her hair on fire. Whoopsie.

Here's to Spaced Cowgirl in heavy rotation on me iPhone. Viva technology. Saw JWH live in Dallas at Deep Ellum Live in, oh, was it 1991? Oozing cool and style. What a sweet recollection. Anyway, John Wesley Harding is brilliant. Check him out. All his music is superb. :)

Sick, but wickedly funny...

About 10 years ago, I followed the antics online of a guy who intentionally cultivated a crop of athlete's foot on his poor, innocent feet. *gack*

Yes, oober-yucky, but at moments sublimely funny. Or diabolically?

Anyway, after all these years, I found it again over here.

Called The Stinky Feet Project, its author sowed little descriptive gems which I'll not abuse you with here. This is precisely as disgusting as you might expect, but if you're on the strange side, you may enjoy it.

Bonus nugget: he's from Arkansas, so we're probably related. :P

Nrrd Grrl 101

So since I moved away from Dallas, I've been running with a nefarious crowd who play Dungeons & Dragons and now Munchkin. I don't spend all my free time thinking about these role-playing games, by any means, but I have found something I just LURRRVE about them which is right up my alley: accessorizing.

Just one year into playing, I have a dice collection that would probably make a geeky little boy slobber, and maybe some geeky men, as well. Saturday I picked up a sublime set of Skully dice from Q-workshop. Mine are black etched numbers on ivory colored resin, but this'll have to do as an example. LOVE. IT.

Naturally, as soon as I got my new dice home from the geekatorium, I hopped onto the website for Q-workshop and found they have sublime sets of very elegant steampunk dice, as well as another set I simply MUST have-- the Deadlands set with cards and revolvers emblazoned thereon.

Fabulous! Check 'em out!

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: lap warmer

Chuy helps himself to the lap of a houseguest who came over for a round of Munchkin. Chuy is my luvlump but he's also a bit of a tart. His theme song is "love me. love me. Say that you love me." It's so nice of houseguests to come over and share his lap-warming loveableness.

It's time somebody cracks down on bloggers, CNN anchors believe.

This is funny because while they say there should be a crackdown on anonymous bloggers who disparage others on the internet, they also say bloggers are cowardly people seeking attention. There certainly are people who seek to stir up a stink from the shelter of anonymity, but if someone really wants attention, anonymous will not fit the bill. It is far more likely that overly primped and preened anchors are jealous that they are not as unchallenged in the role of shapers of media focus as they once were. Anonymous and attention-seeking seem like mutually exclusive terms, to me. They are whining because their flogging of talking-points has been derailed by stories people have demanded to hear more about. So what if the un-polished and un-brainwashed have opinions they want to put out there? Then again, a media who did double-time buttressing the specious stances of the likes of Michael Moore and Al Gore would be understandably running scared, as they know too well the power of the oft-repeated lie. Pot: meet kettle, bitches.

Mention is also made of a book entitled "The Cult of the Amateur: How Today's Internet is Killing Our Culture," its author being asked what's to be done about all these uncredentialed folk run amok and setting afoot fantastical stories news anchors find upsetting[sharing information not formally sanctioned by the Press Secretary]. For good or bad, the internet is the most efficient social lubricant since the distillation process was perfected. The marketplace will out and the mainstream media are running scared because they are no longer the sole umbilical by which the public gets news-related information. No doubt laws and sanctions will be passed to declare this medium not subject to silly documents in our nation's founding which guaranteed we all get to say our peace. Until that time, let the chips fall where they may.

In olden times, towns sprang up around wells, and folks would exchange news and gossip around the town well. Many years have passed, but I think we cleave to sources we consider reliable and relatable and in that way the ability to share information via the internet has served the purpose of town well. With their falling numbers, television and print media whining about bloggers is like the Prom Queen grousing because someone asked the wallflower to dance. In a free marketplace celebratory of freedom of speech and freedom of the press, there should be room for everyone at the table (except for the ones I find icky). I suppose the question becomes is this a free marketplace with freedom of the press and freedom of speech?

Happy naow?

Black diamond nail polish.


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Head' 'em up! Move 'em in! RAWHIDE!!!

The classics always sound good, yeah? To me, a good song can be tipped from simply well-structured over into plumb sublime when rendered on a plastic ukelele.



It's the weekend. YEE HAW!!!

Whip-cracking goodness courtesy of the clever boys of Gugug.

Taking one for the team...

...or in this case, a pair.

Meet my new Gladiatrix Space Hooker shoes in pinky metallic leather. Me likey!

Very cute.

Now what shall I wear them with?

A dubious distinction...

On sitemeter Tuesday, I noticed an extraordinary number of hits on my blog on one specific phrase for a particular post: "crop circles 2010." I dubbed the image for this post in January "crop circles."

Yup. I have the number one google image search for that phrase.

It's not just the shoes.

I do, in fact, walk with pride.

It's sorta like Eclipse, innit?

Baffling, yet compelling, yeah, and more than a little cringe-inducing. I heard nasty rumours that Barbarella was going to be remade. Insanity. I mean, that would be like remaking Rocky Horror, right? The Velveeta quotient is part of what made it such a toothsome morsel. Anyway.

And all this so hot on the heels of The Beverly Hillbillies.

it's... just..

too soon.

It's too soon.