Thursday, September 08, 2005
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
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- Why It Should Be Me
- The Trouble with Making up Songs
- I've Been Told About You
- Truth and Parody--Neck & Neck
- Australian Festival
- ***Me, Drudge, and Sullivan in a Menage a Trois
- Things To Do with a Phone Line
THE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Aunt B.--Your kind host.The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
13 Comments:
The Professor is a wise woman. Heed what she says.
I broke up with a guy after thre years (the one before the one who became my husband) because he was too damned nice, and I could walk all over him. Where is the challenge in that, I ask you?
I could also now say something to the effect that, to quote the Stones:
You don't always get what you waaaaaaaant
but if ya try sometimes
ya just might find
Ya get what ya neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.
Ooops, I just did say that.
Whatever.
Was this conversation spawned by your recent revelation about masturbating to the thought a certain conservative jackass?
I was just reading your post over at TUIB. I don't see much Stein in Missy, but then again, I've never heard Stein say, "Don't Fuck Wit Me." Perhaps Stein got her groove on in a similar matter? Hmmmmm...
Either way, I'm not much of a fan of Missy's. I prefer the more mysogynistic Eminem. "Stan" was brilliant, the "Eminem Show" was genius, and if "Mosh" had been released a littler earler than it was, it might have changed the outcome of the Presidential election.
I'm all for sex, drugs and rock and roll, (in moderation) but then again, I'm a 40 something Super Freak; the kind you don't take home to mutha.
if "Mosh" had been released a littler earler than it was, it might have changed the outcome of the Presidential election.
Sharon, please.
All right, let's just clear some shit up before Sarcastro takes out a restraining order against me.
One, I don't even know the dude. I met him once. He seemed perfectly fine--nice and charming. He wasn't eating babies or setting feminists on fire. Maybe he did that later, I don't know.
I did not then nor have I since then masturbated to the thought of him and any teasing references to such activity are just that--jokes.
As much as I like to foster a spirit of cantankerous jocularity around here, it only works if everyone operates in the same spirit of frith--which is kind of a sense of inherent good-will towards the community.
Now, I'm guessing Sarcastro probably doesn't give a shit who calls him an asshole where, but for the sake of keeping the frith between everyone here, if anybody wants to call anyone besides me (or public figures, obviously) an asshole, please don't do it here.
Sarcastro's got a website. It's linked on the right. He's even got what appears to be a legitimate email address on the site. So, either take your issues with him up with him or leave it alone.
Not for his sake. I honestly don't give a shit about his sake, but for the sake of the good-will of the community here.
I'm not mad or anything. I just realized that, since the last time I explained that I run this place according to contemporary reinterpretations of pre-Christian germanic methods of getting along, new folks have come along and old folks might have convinced themselves that I was kidding.
I'm not.
So basically you don't fantasize about Sarcastro and if anyone wants call him an asshole they have to do it in email, right?
Thunderdome sucks.
For the record, that was also kidding.
I like Thunderdome.
Yes, in short, 1. I'm not some scary weirdo so let's stop talking about me as if I am, and 2. take your problems with Sarcastro to Sarcastro. I'm not his complaint department.
B, have a drink or two and relax. Better yet, have a good orgasm or two as well. Fantasize about whoever you like.
:)<--- indicates a spirit of cantankerous jocularity
something must be in the air.
I just compared William Blake (well one poem) with K-Otix's remix of Kanye Wests 'Gold Diggers" (title: "George Bush doesn't like black people" downloadable here: http://www.k-otix.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=55&Itemid=2)
at my group blog http://www.riddimmethod.net
Hey, that's Mr. Libertarian Jackass, to you pal.
And for the record, I would never eat a baby without Betty Crocker's Placenta Helper. Available at Wild Oats and other fine stores. Also, I prefer my feminists slow-cooked, rather than set ablaze. They tend to get stringy when cooked too fast. They also taste great battered! Bobby Flay did a whole show on that with the chick from Law & Order: Sex Fiend Unit.
Handy to know. I'll be much more cautious about participating in the "flour, egg, bread crumb" wrestling match at the next blogger meetup.
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