January 22, 2006

Bitter, Bitter

I've been unrestrainedly lashing out on a personal level all week-end, now I've decided to share. Feel free to add your own lashings - or don't, and treat me with the silent scorn I deserve.

*Blogs with no comment features: Go be a newspaper, guys. Oh, wait, even newspapers print letters to the editor.

*Roseanne Cash bitching about crying people coming up to her to say how much her father meant to them. She's 50 years old and hasn't learned the correct response is "Thank you."

*Famed columnist Carl Hiaasen pens an editorial about the Ft. Lauderdale homeless beatings that adds absolutely nothing to what's already been written expect for one small bit saying that Thomas Daugherty once shared a bag of potato chips with Norris Gaynor, the man he killed. Hiaasen gets the big bucks to put things into perspective for the public, so what's his summing-up? "It was entertainment." That's what I'd call slapping someone in the face with the coldcuts of the obvious.

*Everybody watch and ENJOY that Go-Go's video I put up because I just spent several hours running Norton and Ad-Aware again and again to clean up all the crud I picked up on my foray to Kazaa to get it. All that so YOU could partake of 2.39 minutes of exuberant happiness.

Posted by floridacracker at January 22, 2006 06:19 PM

   



Comments

I like a 60 Buick (I think it's an Electra).

Posted by: James at January 22, 2006 07:05 PM

Is that what it is? I want it.

Posted by: Donnah at January 22, 2006 07:14 PM

I like to read Hiaasen's books. They go fast, just like potato chips. And then are forgotten. Much like his columns.

Love the Go-Go's. Much more timeless.

Posted by: Right in Florida at January 23, 2006 08:53 AM

I prefer to drive my plymouth satellite
faster than the speed of liiiiiiGHT.

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at January 23, 2006 10:11 AM

Right in Florida- I was expecting more from old Carl. Glad you enjoyed the Go-Go's vid.

Bingley- does it seat about 20?

Posted by: Donnah at January 23, 2006 10:21 AM

Hear hear, on Roseanne Cash.

You're right, D, it's as simple as saying, "Thank you..."

Sorry Hollywood didn't perfectly duplicate your childhood memories.

Posted by: kyer at January 23, 2006 01:08 PM

"I've been unrestrainedly lashing out on a personal level all week-end, now I've decided to share. Feel free to add your own lashings - or don't, and treat me with the silent scorn I deserve."

I would just like to share with you how your comment that you made on my blog yesterday hurt my feelings, and how this made me feel sad and depressed and confused. Sometimes when you lash out without thinking you hurt others, and it makes them sad. And depressed. Also, confused. I just wanted to share that with you. About the sadness and the depression and the confusion. Hopefully we can both learn to adapt our mutual communication strategies to avoid this sadness, depression and confusion, and continue to build a mutually respectful relationship together. Thank you for the opportunity to share my feelings.

Posted by: Bill from INDC at January 23, 2006 01:44 PM

Bill, if you don't stop crying, I'm going to give you something to cry about.

Hey, what about my "Sundae, Bloody Sundae" post? I almost had an involuntary bowel movement from laughing so hard after I wrote it.

Posted by: Donnah at January 23, 2006 01:57 PM

I loved the Go-Gos. My "serious" music friends couldn't understand it at the time, but just look at that video - what fun. I don't remember which of them wrote the song, but she wrote it along with her boyfriend, who played in a much heavier rock band. Somewhere I have a copy of his band playing "Our Lips Are Sealed" - it really sounds strange with male voices and with heavy rock 'n roll power chords rather than the picked bass.
Thank you for posting it.

Posted by: Juan Paxety at January 23, 2006 02:04 PM

It was Jane Wiedlin. Hard to believe that angelic-looking girl used to call herself Jane Drano. Such was the LA punk scene.

I was in college when MTV started up, and this one was on heavy-rotation. I'd get embarrassed every time Jane would jump in the fountain and her little poofy dress would fly up. I may have been a bit more innocent than she was.

They were so much fun. Glad you liked the vid.

Posted by: Donnah at January 23, 2006 02:20 PM

"Hey, what about my "Sundae, Bloody Sundae" post? I almost had an involuntary bowel movement from laughing so hard after I wrote it."

I'm very sorry, but I'm too sad, depressed and confused to have a conversation with you about your problem with involuntary bowel movements.

Posted by: Bill from INDC at January 23, 2006 03:09 PM

Is there an echo in here?

Posted by: Donnah at January 23, 2006 03:18 PM