Friday, February 24, 2006
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.
I'VE MOVED. COME CHECK OUT THE MOST RECENT STUFF HERE.
WHERE TO DIRECT YOUR HATE MAIL AND LOVE LETTERS
ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BEER
THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
- Sorry About That
- The Mickey Mouse Paper
- So, a little while? Six hours
- Silver Linings
- Both Funny Ha Ha and Funny Ouch
- I'm Done for a Little While
- Two Things
- The Port Thing
- Why I Will Never Be a Libertarian--Reason 3
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.
9 Comments:
(I'm posting this all over, so everone will see it)
I can't believe I didn't think of this myself. It took Mrs Schwartz to point it out to me.
Comcast is a business. They don't like bad press or pissed off customers.
Anybody who's interested in registering a complaint with Comcast Cable Corporation:
The jackass' IP Address: 69.245.42.224
You can contact Comcast sustomer service at:
http://www.comcast.com/Support/
or call 1-800-COMCAST
People who believe in violence always have a little edge over people who believe in peace. Christ, Gandhi, King, and many others fell to the assassin or the executioner. And yet the human race stumbles unsteadily toward peace. The idea does not die.
As ironic as the term peacekeeper seems when applied to a soldier in full battle dress, the sad fact is that we do need to show devotees of violence that we will counter them with our own direct force if necessary. Either that or let them take us out one by one, removing our physical selves while leaving the idea of what we stood for intact, perhaps even stronger.
People actively willing to use force will interrupt discussion when they feel outclassed but unconvinced. They'll say, "fine, I'll fight you for it." All that proves is who is better at fighting.
What has set Tiny Cat Pants apart is that people of different philosophies have remained in the discussion. Is everyone's sense of humor the critical difference between this site and your typical acrimonious flame forum? I think so. The usual posters here all have a sense of humor.
If you look at the real troublemakers in the world, the terrorists and repressors, none of them have a sense of humor. As soon as a person decides to take things personally and seriously, a fight must follow.
Yay! I just started drinking and I'm raising my glass to your mush. I love you too. Now. Come here and give us a cuddle...
-The Divine Ms. B.
Wait, all those blogs got hit up? I didn't get shit.
God, how embarassing.
This is why I'm happy to NOT be popular like you.
It's like high school all over again!
Whatever. I've been drinking too.
Smooches, B!
(when I read this tomorrow it won't even make sense. Ooops!)
Kick some major ASS tomorrow! I wish I could be there!
Feel free to delete this post to not make me look like an idiot. Ooops! Too late! It is now 2:13 in the am.
I had a person leaving comments on my blog that were very personal and I felt like a nuclear bomb had gone off in my comments section.
Come to find out, it was someone I knew who doesn't agree politically with me.
I finally called her, as they arrogantly let me know who it was because she was so proud of herself for "telling it to that editor."
I asked if she felt better. I said if I can give you some self-confidence by you slamming me, if I have that much power over you please keep coming back, but I am not going to respond because I don't have to. I also suggested she go get herself her own blog, and be sure to rag me personally as I could see that was keeping her going for the time being.
I mentioned again that I appreciated her giving me so much power over her.
This really pissed her off but she didn't come back. About a week later, she sent me an e-mail saying she no longer visited my blog because I was a "left-wing fruitcake" anyway and she didn't need me anymore. She also started her own blog.
I thanked her for her time and effort by giving me some room and board in her head, and actually congratulated her on opening her own blog and she went on her way.
This posting of your personal information is disturbing to me, that someone would have such a pathetic life they felt the need to do this.
I have never had to go through what you have, but I used to work with battered women and sometimes their husbands would show up to prove to me they could, blaming me that they "had to teach their woman a lesson."
For some reason, that's the first thing that came to my mind when you posted about this.
They would show up to prove to me they could, which sounds like that this stupid son of a bitch was doing with you.
Jeez.
My Southern readers will pause momentarily to wonder if I'm talking about the Civil War.
Haven't you learned by now? There was nothing civil about it. We only refer to it as the War Between the States or the War of Northern Aggression.
Now I gotta go whip up some biscuits and grits.
I have to say, I thought it was simply amazing how the bloggers circled the wagons on this one. You all rock. :)
Your southern readers would refer to it as the War Of Northern Agression.
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