That’s me, Obyn. Just call me Obyn. I’ll spot you the “r”, mm’kay? Quality control, anyone?
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Okay, I’m weighing in on the Dixie Chicks thing – yes, I know it happened a long time ago in the grand scheme of things, but I’m just now getting around to thinking about it, okay? I’ve had more important things to think about than Natalie Maines.
Here’s the thing. If what Natalie Maines said bothers you, why why WHY would you respond by burning or otherwise ruining your Dixie Chicks cd? You spent the $17 (or ever how much), and by ruining that cd, all you’re doing is screwing yourself out of the money you spent. I understand that it’s to send a message, but the message you’re sending is “Natalie, clearly what you said while on stage in front of a bunch of your fans is INCREDIBLY important, in fact, it matters SO MUCH to me that I’m going to go out of my way to BURN the cd, thereby wasting the money I spent on it, while not taking any money out of your pocket.”
Seriously? Who gives a shit what Natalie Maines or any of the Dixie Chicks thinks? Who gives a shit what anyone in Hollywood thinks? What have they done that makes their opinion so very valuable? Dennis Miller? Shut the fuck up and bring forth the funny, buddy. Natalie Maines? Zip it, and warble us a tune. Michael Moore? Didn’t you get the “accept/ present your award and keep the political jabber to yourself” memo?
Jesus. Don’t get yourself into a lather because Natalie Maines went to another country and dissed the president. Natalie Maines’ opinion doesn’t and won’t ever amount to a hill of beans in my life. She shouldn’t matter in yours, either.
(And before you say it, yes. You shouldn’t give a shit what I think, either.)
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The spud and I watched 8 Mile Saturday night. Can’t say as I was all that impressed. It seemed that neither was the spud, and she’s the one who thinks Eminem is the shiznit. At one point I was watching the movie (I couldn’t sit and read through the whole thing, which I would have preferred, because I had to be ready to fast-forward through the sex scenes, while yelling at the spud to look away. And thanks for the You beat around the bush, Like you�re scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush rap lines, Eminem. By the time I realized what you were saying, it’d already been said. Appreciate that. There should be a web site with a list of all the parts to skip while watching with your 14 year-old daughter, ya think? But I digress.) and I thought to myself “Damn, he has a pointy nose. I never noticed that before.” The VERY next second, the spud turned to me and said “He has a really pointy nose!” Freaked me out. I kept trying to send her thought messages to see if she was really reading my mind, but results were inconclusive.
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So, remember when I said I was going to buy a new domain and move bitchypoo over there? I was, I was going to buy either robyn.to or nybor.org, but upon second thought I decided it was silly to move a journal named bitchypoo from bitchypoo.com to another domain. I decided to just stay here instead, though I may do some reorganizing. And I’m also going to start using Movable Type for the journal, what with it being so damn easy to use, and not having to mess with linking “before” and “after”, and updating the calendar every time I write an entry.
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Whoo! I got 13 points in the
Oscar Pool! I didn’t expect to win, since most of my choices were guesses, but I was certainly glad not to have gotten the lowest score, either.
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The spud is turning into SUCH a teenager. Fred actually had to go wake her up around noon on Saturday. NOON. Even I can’t sleep ’til noon, and I LOVE to sleep. I suspect after a week of sleeping until all hours of the morning, she’s going to be one hurting unit when it comes time to get up at 6:30 to get ready for school.
Two months from yesterday, she leaves for California. Am I happy about her flying from Alabama to California, alllll the way across the country, by herself? Nopenopenope. I’d say that I should fly with her and immediately fly home after handing her off to her grandparents, but she also has to fly from California to Rhode Island (where her father will pick her up, keep her for a week, and then take her to Maine) three weeks after that, and there’s no way I’d be able to fly to California, drop her off with her father in Rhode Island and then fly to Alabama, because we’re talking an AWFUL lot of money.
I know she’ll be fine, and I know they’ll (for a fee) be sure she gets from one gate to another, but it still freaks me out.]]>