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4/19/2009

Sunday Matinee: Champions

Posted by Gwen |

When I did the last Pen Pal Project I posted a picture of the stamp I used on all that NC-17 goodness, the Legends of Hollywood Bette Davis stamp, and promised a prize to the first person to identify what had been photochopped out of the picture.  Chemgeek was the first to accurately describe what was missing, in his words "not just a cigarette, but the long black thing that one can use to smoke a cigarette", but the first person to accurately identify the item, by name, was Soda and Candy.  In my mind, they're both winners and deserve a wicked awesome Gwenprize.


I have a fantasmagoric idea for the prizes so email your snail mail addys to me at guenosdias847 at gmail dot com and as soon as I make the dream a reality, you'll get your prizes.  All I ask is that you be patient; awesomeness is always worth the wait.

In the meantime, please enjoy this Queen classic, celebrating champions in tiny, white shorts since 1977:


It is my sincere hope that Chemgeek and Soda and Candy crank this one up, strip to their unders and do a victory dance today.

Well, the most recent round of Pen Pal Project cards went out earlier this week and I am already getting feedback from y'all in emails, texts, and even a post from the lovely and lively Cora who writes Love Letters From Cora.  (She rocks, check her out.)


It thrills me to no end that I filled your boxes with NC-17 goodness and you liked it.  Dirty monkeys.

One thing, though . . . did any of you notice the stamp?  I am offering a prize to the first person (who isn't H since she pointed it out to me) to identify what's missing from the "Legends of Hollywood" Bette Davis stamp I used.  In case you've already tossed the envelope (that sounds dirty), or in case you haven't yet joined my mailing list, here's the stamp:

First one to comment here and accurately identify what's missing gets a kick-ass prize.  I have no idea what that is yet, but it'll be from me so it will be kick-ass.  Duh.


Okay, I've only got 30 more minutes to enter this awesome kick-ass contest (rules: link to your favorite posts) so I have to make this quick.  I wanted to tell you why I picked each one but I DON'T HAVE TIME!  DAMN PROCRASTINATION!

On the recommendation of someone who has a discerning eye I'm including this series about my favorite weekend house guest, Fernando von Bakonstein.  (Just a reminder to start at the bottom to read chronologically.)  Fernando's keeper, McGone, is currently on blog recess, but he was kind enough to send his world-traveling pig to stay with me one weekend in May last year.  His prior travels had taken him to exotic places like Paris and NYC, where he met Lorraine Bracco.  To say I was intimidated by his fame is an understatement, but magically that weekend turned out to be one of the best of the year and this series has it all.  I swear.  I credit the pig.

Moving on, I simply can't enter any contest without including the obscenity series.  I think this series of posts is what put me on the map.  I've had more than one of you tell me that this was the week I landed the hook.  (Don't let your boss/wife/kids read this one over your shoulder.)

And here's a handful more to prove I can write something other than a series:


You've waited a week. I guess that's enough.









Thanks to Auds for hosting such a fun contest!  A certain someone summed it up well when he commented, "Wow, when I narrow it down to 5-10 entries, my blog looks really good!"  He was right and we all know how much I like to stroke my own ego.

The other contestants are listed at the end of her post so if you're looking for some new addictions, check 'em out.  Just don't leave me, baby.  I love you.  Those other blogs won't go down on you in a theater.

Wow.  You guys really don't go in for ferret stories, do ya?  My last post has now been up for over 12 hours and only received 11 comments and I lost two followers today.  While I think you're all washed up with regard to your stance on ferrets, I have noted your lack of interest and will refrain from telling any more in the future.  As if I even had another one up my sleeve.  Shuh.

Anyway, a while back I asked Stacie of Stacie's Madness to assign me a letter of the alphabet for a meme.  Like, so long ago the meme is now passe, yesterday, last week, and a rule change was in order.  Hold onto your hats, monkeys, these new rules are revolutionary.  They are insane.  They are going to set the Internet on its ear.  You've never seen anything like this before in the history of ever.  It's crazy talk, but here goes: 

Instead of posting a list of seven things I like that start with S . . . I'm posting a list of songs I like that start with S.

(I was just kidding with all that build-up stuff, BTW.)

I was surprised to find there are 233 songs in my library that start with S, and there are A LOT of them I like, but I tried to pick the ones that stood out, the ones I could hear without them playing.

There are the songs that make me move, from the first note:

Shut Up and Let Me Go, The Ting Tings  (recommended by My Pal Zibbs of That Blue Yak)
Santeria, Sublime
Sabotage, The Beastie Boys
Secret Squirrel, Marcy Playground (lead singer = cutie patootie)
Say What!, Stevie Ray Vaughn (this video has great footage of his hands at work)
Smile, Lily Allen
Space Lord, Monster Magnet
Soweto '76-'06, Joy Denalane (couldn't find a video but this audio clip thingie is pretty damn cool)


And the songs that move me, from the first note:

Send In The Clowns, Barbara Streisand  (Shut it, I luh-huh-huv this song.)
Somebody, Depeche Mode
Soul Kitchen, The Doors
Suddenly I See, KT Tunstall
Stone Free, Jimi Hendrix

And songs that  you never want to hear played in my car because I WILL sing along, loud and off-key:

Sanctify Yourself, Simple Minds
Single, Natasha Beddingfield (GIRL POWER!)
Steady As She Goes, The Raconteurs
Space Age Love Song, A Flock of Seagulls
Soul Food, Leela James (I dare you not to move your ass to this one.  Triple dog dare.)
She's Not There, The Zombies

What's your favorite song that starts with "S"?  Why do you love it so much?

As is evident in many of my comments, I like to make up stories so I was thrilled when Some Guy tagged me this week to participate in a story virus.  From what I've heard coming out of the CDC, the virus started when man of many blogs and interests, Splotchy, went outside in the freezing cold with wet hair.  After that, well, you know how it is here on the Internets - we hardly ever go outside, accumulating germs like Pokemon cards, and once we're sick we medicate with whiskey - so yeah, this thing spread like wildfire.

I'm not good at following instructions so I sure as hell can't regurgitate them.  Here they are as originally posted by Splotchy:
Here's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out.

If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it's okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that's five interesting threads the story spins off into.

Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours.
- COMMENCE -

The bus was more crowded than usual. It was bitterly cold outside, and I hadn't prepared for it. I noticed that a fair number of the riders were dressed curiously. As I glanced around, I stretched my feet and kicked up against a large, heavy cardboard box laying under the seat in front of me. (Splotchy)

I hunched down to see what it was, but as I did, the bus violently veered to left. I was thrown up against a heavyset Asian woman with blond hair. I pardoned myself, but she faced forward with no reply. Just then, a man wearing a jumpsuit of silver and gold stood up at the front of the bus. He was holding a megaphone and a box of graham crackers. He held the megaphone up to his face and began to speak... (
Some Guy)

"Yukon Cornelius was the greatest prospector that ever lived!"  Waving the box of graham crackers over his head, "And the silver and gold nuggets in this box were mined by him at the North Pole!"

It was then I noticed the box under the seat was also filled with graham crackers.  Not name-brand ones made by the tree-dwelling elves, but the generic kind that come in white boxes meagerly labeled in big black letters: GRAHAM CRACKERS.  Probably made by a guy named Butch who masturbates at lunch and doesn't wash his hands.

"And I had a whole bunch more right here on this bus until one of you misfits stole it!  Gimme back my silver and gold!"

As I contemplated the man's sanity the bus stopped at a red light, throwing the woman next to me into a fit of rage.  Before I knew what was happening she had tossed me out of her way onto the floor and was lunging for the kook with the microphone.  Her wig flew across the aisle as she jumped on the man's back and sunk her toothless gums into his shoulder.  The two of them went down like a pine tree headed for a Boy Scout lot.

The driver, startled by the commotion, looked up into his overhead mirror, accidentally removing his foot from the brake, and the bus rolled into the busy intersection.

- FIN -
for now

The most effective way to keep a virus circulating is by tongue kissing someone who's infected.  With that in mind, I'd like to spread this virus to Sass, Suze, The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch, katrocket, and Mike.  Don't let me down, monkeys, I know you've got it in you to spread disease.

Last week I posted a list of seven things about myself that allegedly happened the day prior and asked everyone to guess which one was a lie. I don't have any hullaballoo written for this so let's just get to it, shall we?

1. I pulled a hamstring putting on my pants.

Sadly true. I told the story as soon as I got to work and LilBRR asked, “How high were you holding your pants?!” Considering I’m six months from my 40th birthday and she’s not yet 30, I dismissed her query as ridiculous. Freakin' whippersnapper has no idea how quickly things deteriorate once you pass 35. My first thought as soon as it happened was, “Well, I guess this is the way it’s going to be from now on.”

2. The butcher at the grocery store had shaped a pile of pork sausage into a 3D pig face and I immediately thought, "Start snappin' you fingers!" (Zibbidy's last avatar was a pig mask with this caption.)

True. I should have snapped a picture but I stood there so long contemplating it that the butcher grew uneasy and gave me the stinkeye. I’ve gone back to the same store several times since and the sculpture has yet to be recreated. I thought about asking them to make one when I was there today but I like shopping there and don’t want to get banned. It’s bad enough I can’t go to the zoo anymore.

3. I had a KFC Mashed Potato Bowl for lunch and it gave me heartburn.

True. H and I call it the Bowl of Sadness because it’s so bad. In about three months I’ll have forgotten how bad it makes me feel and go back for more.

4. Driving to work I couldn't figure out why my car never warmed up inside. I was pretty upset that it was going to need more work and then realized the air conditioning was on.

False. Kudos to Legal Mist for being the only person to get it right! She said it was so innocuous and true-seeming that it just had to be false. I suppose it took another legal mind to see the truth in its simplicity. That said, this is totally something I would do so I can’t be upset with the rest of you for knowing me so well. Hugs.

5. I only received a handful of emails with CHRIST! in the subject line which means those of you who sent one can expect a much better gift and/or card than I originally planned. Anyone who sends a request after I publish this post can expect a lump of coal. So there.

True. The number of people who have emailed me their snail mail addys has increased slightly since this was originally posted but my Christmas cattle call is closing on Sunday so if you want me to mail you goodies for Christmas, speak now or don’t whine later. Scratch that, don’t whine ever. Just send your snail mail addy to guenosdias847 at gmail dot com and put CHRIST! in the subject line. Also, please don't feel like you can't participate because you're new around here or don't comment. How the hell else are we going to become BFF? Send it!

6. I realized that I am in the weeds at work so deep that there needs to be three of me. Any of you have an interest in tort law and a nonpaying internship? Email me and put “SLAVE” in the subject line.

True. Just a short year or so ago my team at work had 14 people on it. Our team handles a large body of work that spans all of the US, including Guam, Puerto Rico and Alaska. We are now 10. I know that I should just be glad to have a job in this economy, and I am, but some days the constant pressure wears a person down. I’m better now. I’d still take a free helper if one was offered but I no longer want to cry so that’s something.

7. I received a comment from “Brian”, which I know is one of you messing with me. I tried to narrow it down but it could be any one of you freaks.

True. I’m pretty certain I know who it is and it’s cracking me up although I wonder why he shut down his blog and if he’s okay. You okay, man? Leave me a note on the garage.

Speaking of Brian, I have not received any sort of response since I left my note in its plastic sleeve. I imagine he decided I wasn’t all that if I was responding to anonymous notes left on my garage and, logically, he’d be right.

My favorite part of #7, though, was when Whiskeymarie posted a comment as herself then attempted to post one as “Brian” but forgot to sign out before she did it. Her name and avatar were all over it until she deleted it. I was upset we didn’t get a chance to make fun of her dorkitude back then so I’m calling her out here. I wouldn’t be worthy of her admiration if I didn’t.

If I don't see you again before Thanksgiving, I hope your horn of plenty overflows and your blessings are many.

Thansgiving Day Graphics

I recommend pulling out your favorite fat pants now so you don't find yourself at the table, all bound up in jeans with nowhere for your expanding waistline to go.

Scope sent me a link last night on Facebook but I didn't see it until this morning.  Once viewed, I knew it was the perfect way to introduce the holiday season here at EILCC.


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Thanks, man! This was the perfect accompaniment to my Saturday morning coffee.  I just wish it hadn't come out my nose.

11/21/2008

For Amanda

Posted by Gwen |

Super Fantastic Soccer Mom Amanda tagged me last week with the "Seven Things" meme.  I've been afraid to do it since Falwless issued an edict banning any further memes and awards.  That said, I adore Amanda and I don't want to ignore her so I mixed it up a bit.  Following are seven things about me from yesterday and one is a lie.  Tell me which one.

1.  I pulled a hamstring putting on my pants.

2.  The butcher at the grocery store had shaped a pile of pork sausage into a 3D pig face and I immediately thought, "Start snappin' you fingers!"  (Zibbidy's last avatar was a pig mask with this caption.)

3.  I had a KFC Mashed Potato Bowl for lunch and it gave me heartburn.

4.  Driving to work I couldn't figure out why my car never warmed up inside.  I was pretty upset that it was going to need more work and then realized the air conditioning was on.

5.  I only received a handful of emails with CHRIST! in the subject line which means those of you who sent one can expect a much better gift and/or card than I originally planned. Anyone who sends a request after I publish this post can expect a lump of coal.  So there.

6.  I realized that I am in the weeds at work so deep that there needs to be three of me. Any of you have an interest in tort law and a nonpaying internship? Email me and put “SLAVE” in the subject line.

7.  I received a comment from “Brian”, which I know is one of you messing with me.  I tried to narrow it down but it could be any one of you freaks.

I know I promised to go back to the end of this post and deliver the last however-many obscenities but my staff meeting ran long yesterday and by the time I got back to my desk it was so late in the day that I needed to hit the ground running and keep the pace.  So no update.

Which is actually, I think, a good thing because I had all day to think about this sick series (imagine a ticker tape running obscenities in the back of your brain all.day.long) and came up with a much better end for it than just posting a list of obscenities until we hit 10%.  Booor-ing.  Trite.

I’ve decided to catalog and post, in order of receipt, all the filthy terms from your raunchy comments and we’ll see how high we get.  Much more fun and interactive, don't you think?  Assuming this was ever fun.  It seemed like you were having fun.  Is this getting awkward now?  Yeah?  Well, tough shit because I have to complete this scientific, pornographic jihad or it will consume me.  My mind is already so saturated with filth that ordinary, everyday conversations are morphing into smut.  For example, yesterday in the smoking lounge this guy I know was talking about Internet Explorer 6.  I heard him say Internet Explorer Sex and thought he was saying he'd jammed up his computer with porn.  I also asked him if his cat’s name was Shit.  In all fairness, the cat is named Poo.  I was close.

Anyway, let’s do this thing before I get fired or punched:

Fuckin’ A, fucking, fuck, bullshit, fucking bad-ass, shit, penis, vagina, vagina, vagina, badassery, badass, fucking badassery, tit, clit, pussy, slit, chuff-pipe, frottage, cockroar . . . 

I have no idea what a cockroar is.  I even looked it up.  Imaginary Reviewer?  Can we get a translation, please?

 . . . sexualbadass, sexual, badassify, bitchinbadass . . . 

Here it comes, hold onto your hats.

. . . felch, badass, felch, fucking, felching . . . 

Seems like once you add felching the party mix no one can taste anything else.

 . . . fisting, badass, Poo . . . 

Poo was used as a name but I’m counting it because he’d want me to.

And then there it was . . . the one I’d been waiting for all day . . . Eric came through with George Carlin’s Seven Dirty Words, the Holy Grail of obscenity:

. . . Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, Tits . . . 

Not only that?  He threw in a badass and another tits just because he’s a freak like that.

. . . felching, fisting, fucking assholes . . . 

Go back and read that run again, we'll wait for you.

. . . badass, felching, donkey punches, dirty sanchez, Cleveland steamer . . .

There they are, the ones I was going to link.  Thank you, Pistols.  You could have posted anonymously and I’d have known it was you by the romance in your voice.  The only one I'd add to that list is the Cincinnati bowtie.

And finally, we bring it on home with:

. . . felch, schlong face, buttmunch, cream pies, and um . . .assalingus.

Though I linked to many of these terms and acts, I only had to personally research a handful.  I don't know whether to be ashamed or proud.  Slick suggested I deserved some sort of award for the poem and I agree, but I think it should be for the series.  You guys get busy making me an award and I'll be over there - points to corner - curled up in the fetal position, reading scripture in an attempt to evict the gutterslut who's taken up residence in my medulla oblongata.

I was going to say frontal lobe but medulla oblongata sounded dirtier.

Make it stop.

Help me.

See that button over there in the sidebar? The bright green one that reads, "MY BLOG IS X.XX% BADASS." Well, you can click that button, enter your blog's url, and it will tell you just how badass your blog is. I'm not sure what the highest possible rating is, nor do I officially know the criteria but I suspect it's based on the number of obscenities on your site. I think poobomber invented it; I could ask him but I'd rather find out scientifically.

At the time of posting the meter registered 3.93% badass. I've written a poem cock chock full of curse words and obscenities. In a minute I'm going to hit publish and then run to see what happened to the rating. Vurry scientific, no?

My Badass Poem

Shit hell damn fuck,
cock sucking vagina penis.
Balls and tits on the head of an ass;
whores, sluts,
perverted dildo bastards.

If it works, I invite you to join me in the comments. Blue it up. Let's see how high (low?) we can go. If it doesn't work, I invite you to admire my erotic poetry. Since we're going to be fucking around, I've activated word verification, the Trojan of the Internets.

UPDATE, 11:46 AM:

You guys are cracking me the fuck up! Zibbs, that poem is tits. I've realized, however, that the button doesn't automatically update nor does it register the wonderful profanity you've dropped in the comments like a big turd, which is a total fucking rip-off. Poob should fix that, don't you think?

That said, I am not some lame-ass fucking quitter piece of shit. In order to keep the badass rating soaring skyward today, I vow to come back periodically and post one previously unpublished obscenity for every comment I get. So keep 'em cumming - it's like making a pledge to your local public television station but filthy and your mother would hate it.

So far there are 11 comments. Here goes nothing:

cock ring, dickweed, cunt, asshole, titties, rim job, blow job, hand job, glory hole, nipple, anal

UPDATE 5:10 PM

Another six comments and I see things have degraded into felching and fisting. I fucking love you assholes. Here's your next six obscenities:

genital warts, gangbang, son of a bitch, god damn, cum stain, fingerbang

Be sure to cum back later - I came up with some incredibly nasty ones that I want to link to but can't on this computer.

10/03/2008

Marco! Poll-o!

Posted by Gwen |

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Guess what I am doing today:

Making out with Joe Biden.

Having all the hair removed from my body with lasers.

Eating my weight in flax seed to see if my asshole will actually fall out.

Working from home, as I will be doing every Friday from here on out.

Getting married at the courthouse.

  

8/08/2008

MEMEMEMEMEMEME

Posted by Gwen |

The idea for the following piece was stolen from Hellohahanarf. I've said it before and I'll say it again, she's got the best games over there.

Two words: no more, no less.

1. Where is your cell phone?
Coffee table.

2. Your significant other?
Identity unknown.


3. Your hair?
Au naturale.


4. Your mother?
Ill Communication.

5. Your brother?
Oddly transient.

6. Your favorite thing?
New roof.

7. Your dream last night?
Dirty luau.

8. Your favorite drink?
The Gwentini.

9. Your dream?
Livin' large.

10. The room you’re in?
Not padded.

11. Your ex?
In Alabama.

12. Your fear?
Saving enough.

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?
Head

Heels

14. Where were you last night?
On couch.

15. What you’re not?
Tall blond.

16. Muffins?
Tops rule.

17. One of your wish list items?
More books!

18. Where you grew up?
Ubersmalltown, USA

19. The last thing you did?
Answered 18.

20. What are you wearing?
Pink pajamas.

21. Your TV?
Showing Weeds.

22. Your pets?
Fucking cats.

23. Your computer?
Maybe dying.

24. Your life?
All mine.

25. Your mood?
Bone tired.

26. Missing someone?
My grampa.

27. Your car?
Silver Spyder.

28. Something you’re not wearing?
Clown costume.

29. Favorite Store?
Farmers market.

30. Your summer?
The Hamptons.

31. Like someone?
These people.

32. Your favorite color?
Garnet red.

33. Last time you laughed?
Dr. Zibbs.

34. Last time you cried?
Mama Mia!

35. You are with?
The band.

35. Who will re-post?
Lazy bloggers.

7/07/2008

Reflection

Posted by Gwen |

Happy blog-o-versary to me!
Happy blog-o-versary to me!
Happy blog-o-versary dear meeeee!
Happy blog-o-versary to me!
(And many mooo-re!)
::jazz hands::

The traditional one-year anniversary gift is paper. Really. And yet here I sit tapping away on my keyboard on my one year blog-o-versary, defying tradition and wreaking havoc. Having occupied this little corner of the Internet for one year is a real accomplishment for me. I rarely stick with any amusement for long and I truly thought I would bomb. I'm no Dooce or a Pioneer Woman, but I really enjoy writing here and you guys make it all worth it.

A week or so ago I read my way down memory lane, reviewing every last one of my old posts starting at Day One: July 7, 2007. While there were some gems in the older stuff, many of the early posts weren't great. I've made progress, my voice and style have improved, and the stats show it: last July there were a total of 201 visits to this website; this year I've accumulated 243 in the first 6 days. I realize this is still a small following but I'd much rather have 40 people that I know and love reading and commenting here than to have so many that I can't possibly know them.

I attribute much of this evolution to you, dear readers. Whether I hear from you in person or in the comments, your feedback has been instrumental in shaping my writing. If I didn't have such good quality readers I'd likely put out an inferior product because, as we've established several times over the past year, I'm lazy. So thank you for being so awesome that it nips at my heels. You keep it coming and so will I.

Oh, yeah. There was one other thing I noticed as I reviewed the last year. At least once a month, without fail, I did something really embarrassing or stupid. Shocked? Yeah, me neither. It's good to have something you can rely on, you know?

I started taking notes in August, absentmindedly jotting down the titles of the posts I enjoyed writing and that seemed to make y'all laugh. I eventually decided to share it with you. Thanks again for being here this past year. It was fun and I'm ready for whatever comes next. Enjoy the list.

July 2007

August 2007

September 2007

October 2007

November 2007

December 2007

January 2008

February 2008

March 2008

April 2008

May 2008

June 2008

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