Well, after a weekend of worrying over a sick baby cat, dealing with various fucktards, and generally not sleeping enough, I am desperately trying to scrape together some Christmas spirit here.  So the kids and I are going to start cooking things…homemade tootsie rolls, various kinds of fudge, the inevitable sugar cookies cut into various shapes, peanut brittle, hell, even divinity.  So, you lot have a fine day today, doing whatever it is you do, and I might be back later, albeit covered in confectioner’s sugar*.

*No prurient comments, pls, they make that vein in MLG’s forehead start pulsing.

For those of my 57 readers still too stubborn to toddle on over to Gravatar.com and get their own avatar swingin’, I have now assigned one TO you using this handy Ravatar plugin (with some not insignificant haxx0ring to get it to show the ENTIRE freaking image, not just some damned random slice).

The avatars we’ll be using are all stars of one sort or another, and some of ‘em are pretty damned girly.  No, they can’t be changed, so don’t ask me.  What you get is what you get, tough shit.

Unless you get your own through Gravatar.com, that is.

UPDATE:  Taking this pig up to WP 2.7, too, so hang on to your butts.

UPDATE, PART DEUX:  Everything came through fine.  Hate the backend with the fire of a thousand suns.  Way to make it look like Movable Type, you WP wankers.

I have the grue, as previously mentioned, but still have the joy and delight of prepping for the invasion of (maybe) 30-ish kids and their parental units for Liberty Daughter’s birthday party tomorrow.  WTF is it with people who ignore a fuckin’ RSVP notice on the invitation?  Not speaking Frog is no excuse, that damned acronym is in Webster’s, fer fuck’s sake.  Yet they’ll all show the fuck up, ravenous, nosy, full of fuckstupid questions.  Sweartagad, a parent at Liberty Son’s 10th bday party noticed my dual monitor setup and decided that A) made me a computer expert, and B) I would suddenly give a shit about her husband’s fucking network problem.  Wrong on both counts, hoor.

Also, utterly screwed up and decided to make the cake myself after noting the price of a half sheet cake from the local grocery purveyor was half a C-note.  Oh, and featured exactly NO Pokemon decorations, which is Liberty Daughter’s current obsession.  The screwup came about not because I suck at cooking (I most emphatically do NOT), but because the grue still has me, and this morning decided to become The Grue instead.  With big stompy feet in my head, cadres of grue-lets in my sinus cavities with blowtorches and feathers, and I sweartagad, the sandworms of Dune in my eyeballs.  

So, this is likely the last post for today, as there’s buttercream icing to make, Pokemon figures to draw then recreated in icing, and various other things to be dusted and swept.  Think of me kindly, people, tomorrow about 1PM EST, as I open the door to ravenous, rampaging heathens, and their children.  And think even kinder of me about 4PM EST, as I root for my beloved Crimson Tide against those sleazebag, pee-pee touchers, the Florida Gators.  We weren’t expecting a title shot this soon after hiring a new coach, but we’ll fuckin’ take it, and woe be to those foolish enough to combine the colors of blue and orange and get between us and it.

Roll Fuckin’ Tide

Hey, you guys are reading the TODAY entries, aren’t you? 

Over there, in the upper right hand corner…

That’s where I put all the fun shit, you know.

Urban Dictionary word of the day:

vegetarian: A bad hunter. Someone who survives by consuming not food, but the stuff that food eats.

Ex: The vegetarian was forced to subsist on slower prey, such as the broccoli and carrot.

Everyone have a fine day and eat thou much turkey.

Thanksgiving is a pretty great time of year, isn’t it? It is one that is full of traditions, some of which vary depending on the family. It is not uncommon to watch the same film each year or to visit FoxyBingo while you wait for your relatives to arrive. But above everything else there is one thing that everyone does- eat turkey.

The turkey really is the centre point of the meal. The first recorded thanksgiving meal dates back to 1621, which was a huge feast between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag at Plymouth Colony. The first United States Secretary of the Treasury Alexander Hamilton said that no ‘Citizen of the United States should refrain from turkey on Thanksgiving Day’ and I agree with that!

Oh, I love me some widgets.  Go look there in my sidebar, scroll down to the tags section…  How frickin’ sexy is that??  Wordpress users, get it here.  Thanks to commenter criticalthinker on that, I noticed it whirling around in his sidebar.

Oh, yeah, also registered the domain “happyfunanger.com” just in case the creator of comic character Liberty Girl decides to C&D me.  *hides*

The old reading list down there has taken some adjustments today.  Added – the Nuge, UR, Speak Dog Speak, Connecting the Dots (aka Reader #11), Conservative Grapevine,  and Cold Fury.

Deleted – people who get their panties in a twist over the word “fuck.”  Kiss my ENTIRE ass.

You, my faithful 20 (woot, up 16!) readers, if you have any suggestions for some good reads, slap ‘em on up in the comments.  That includes you lurker-types, too, don’t hesitate to pimp your own spots even if you’ve never commented before.

UPDATE:  I just have to add…there are a number of – let’s call ‘em newbies – in the blogoverse, who don’t seem to get how this thing works.  You blog, you have open comments, ergo you invite comment on your writings.  When someone comments they are engaging you in conversation, it is customary to actually respond, or acknowledge, or something.  But these newbies, they instead seem to view comments as slugs on their porches.  Hm, should I step on it?  No, best ignore it and it’ll go away.  The ignoring works, btw.  Those commenters will sod right of, because hey, there’s something like a million blogs being created every day in the world, there’s plenty of other people to read/talk to.  

Oh, and when someone emails you, compliments you on your fucking site/writing, it’s customary – courteous even – to FUCKING RESPOND.

Disclaimer: None of this has to do with libertygirl.org, the commenters thereon, those to whom I currently link, or my faithful audience of 15 (!).  It’s just a rant that I’ve had building up for a while based on some really shitty behavior observed on blogs who shall remain nameless.

Yeah, I changed my WP theme.  I did dearly love the DePo Masthead theme…such simplicity, such style!  But it was built for WP 2.7, which isn’t available yet, ergo lacked some basic functionality on WP 2.6x.  

Don’t get excited, it might change yet again.  This one is…dull.

I like this one.  And with a theme name of “i feel dirty” whatever could be more appropriate.

ARGH.  Not widget-aware.  The search continues…

Screw it, tired of messing with it.   Er, ta-da!