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Train Wreck


What are the odds that while I’m vacationing in Savannah, the whole Paula Deen brouhaha blows up?  Crazy pants.  We even ended up driving by Uncle Bubba’s while on our way to make out with dolphins.  I was in my hotel room, searching #paulasbestdishes on Twitter and howling with laughter.  Just in serious fucking tears.  People, I tip my hat to you–you are all hilarious.

I’ve heard a lot about the hypocrisy of her fall from grace–why is it okay for a black person (omg should I say African-American?!) to say nigger but not for a white person to say it?  If black people say then white people should say it!

“Everybody has different words that offend them, different things that they hear that they get offended by… To me, the thing that offends me the most, is every time that I hear “the N-word.” Not “nigger” by the way. I mean “the N-word.” Literally, whenever a white lady on CNN with nice hair says, “The N-word,” that’s just white people getting away with saying “nigger,” that’s all that is. They found a way to say “nigger.” “N-word!” It’s bullshit ’cause when you say “the N-word” you put the word “nigger” in the listeners head. That’s what saying a word is. You say “the N-word” and I go “Oh, she means ‘nigger’.” Your making me say it in my head! Why don’t you fuckin’ say it instead and take responsibility, with the shitty words you wanna say. Just say it, don’t hide behind the first letter like a faggot just say it. Say “nigger” you stupid cunt!”

Not really.  I don’t think it’s necessarily appropriate for anyone to say it.  Just because someone makes millions using that word doesn’t make it okay.  Look at the plethora of people who make millions for being incendiary.  What bothers me even more than the fact that she has used that word, is the rest of the deposition regarding her views on business and what was appropriate for a work environment.   Is she racist?  Maybe.  Everyone, to some degree, has preconceived notions of other people.  She allowed her business, her livelihood, to take a backseat to some sort of do-no-wrong-owner mindset.  Pornography in the workplace?  Since when is this okay?  Here is the full (if not hard to read) deposition.

I used to really love Paula Deen.  Well before she was trying to sell salt/pepper/garlic powder for  $1.13 per ounce, when the recipe is readily available online and in her cookbooks.   Before she became a Southern caricature.  Compare the very early episodes of her cooking show to what it turned into–it became unbearable to watch and was so very over the top.  Her life story is very inspirational and is quite amazing.  I have no doubt she is a hard worker and had to overcome pretty difficult circumstances.  But somewhere between then and now, I think she lost herself.  To me, that is the most disappointing.



Don’t panic.

But I think I broke time.

For real. Like shattered it all to hell.

It has been five minutes to midnight forEVER.  Usually, when I’m farting around imgur, I look up and it’s been way too fucking long.  Tonight for some reason, I’ve been surfing for hours in the span of 5 minutes.  I don’t know, maybe I’m losing my mind, or hanging out at the edge of a black hole.

Lots has been on my mind, and I write it out and delete, write it out and delete, write it out and delete.

I should have picked the gif where the hamster falls all over itself.

I have been doing things and taking pictures of said things.

Like, I bought a vintage camera case:

I wish it was leather. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it, but it’s pretty.

I’m making a toy wiener dog for the kids as per their request:

There. Done.

It will make more sense when it’s actually done.  Trust me.

I made cupcakes and overfilled them so I nibbled all the overhang off of the cupcakes before I iced them because I’m an asshole and I really like that crunchy edge part of the cake and run on sentences.

I made these two for the babysitter. They were the only two not nibbled. You’re welcome, Jennifer.

I feel like I’m doing everything I’m supposed to do, nothing that I want to do and failing miserably at everything.  I feel like a ghost, going through the motions of my life.  Waiting to fade away completely.

I have probably been watching too much Ghost Adventures.

Sweet dreams.



CSI: Laurence Fishburne edition


I have never watched CSI before and I happened to catch it on Spike TV (I went to bed watching Tattoo Nightmares, which is a cheesy ass show).  I watched the last 15 minutes of “No Way Out” and Laurence Fishburne’s voice is so soothing and steady it about made me pass out.  I love this guy.  Not in a “be my boyfriend way”, but in my crazy google-eyed totally in awe kind of way.

Okay, maybe in a boyfriend way.  Would he even be my boyfriend at this age?  Would we be “seeing each other”?  

Since I’ve been typing, another episode has come on.  Fuck.  I had shit to do today.  Shit, is the cop the guy from Top Gun?  No, it’s not.

What stands out to me are his roles in Boyz N the Hood, The Matrix and Akeelah and the Bee.  I’ve never seen Apocalypse Now and I was never into Pee Wee’s Playhouse, so there’s that.  I know there’s been so many other things he’s been in, and things I’ve seen him in, but I had to stop and celebrate him for a bit this morning since he’s the one that side tracked me.

No glasses? Is he wearing an “S” under that suit, too?