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In Facebook Jail Again….

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In Facebook Jail Again….

Posted by Joni in About Me, Online Life

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This time, the reason is even more outrageous than before. I belong to a group called Queen Sugar, the Discussion Group. Because it’s one of my favorite TV shows. Awhile back, I posted about the series’ star, Nova (played by one of my favorite accesses, Rutina Wesley). I mentioned that I didn’t think “that heifer was afraid of anything!” And I got trounced on for using the word “heifer”.

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Facebook Jail

Posted by Joni in Online Life

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I’ve been in Facebook “jail” (suspended from posting, liking, or commenting on Facebook) several times last year due to my interactions with Trumpanzees mostly.

This last round, I was suspended by Facebook for 30 days for “hate speech” which consisted of me sharing a video from “Ticked Off Vic”, which was a profanity-laced rant (it’s his schtick) about the energy failure in Texas over the past week. I posted my own profanity-laced commentary to that video in support of Vic’s position, with a final admonition, “Mask the fuck up”. That got me banned for 30 days.

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A Picture’s Worth a Thousand Words?

Posted by Joni in Culture, Current Events, Pixtures

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Not if it’s a photo of a beheading or other war atrocity. I just don’t buy into the theory that you MUST VIEW such an image to comprehend its savagery. Anyone with a fundamental sense of decency knows that it’s just plain wrong.

I do not need to see photos of bodies piled sky high awaiting their turn in the ovens at Dachau, et al. or the unblinking eyes of Cambodian or Viet Namese children, bodies ravaged by effects of napalm, to comprehend that what happened to them is wrong. I don’t need to see photos of twisted metal and flesh to know that to get behind the wheel of a car impaired in ANY way is to ask for just such a disaster.

Is it just me?

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A Few More Designs

Posted by Joni in About Me

I’ve been on a creative bender today. Which makes Robert happy. He’s in the other room watching “the races at Talladega.” Or so he tells me.

My new default skin is a bit different. I’ve dispensed with the sidebar and just put all that junk on its own page. So all you see on the front page is me, me and more me. I’m going to stick with that style for awhile for myself. Of course the beauty of skinned sites is that you can do what you want. There are about 25 skins now available. Surely you can find something that appeals to you.

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A Piss List

Posted by Joni in Rants N Raves

Top Ten Things (or People) That (Who) Pissed Me Off This Week (in no particular order):

  1. The jackass in front of me at the grocery store with $60 worth of groceries who stared, bovine-like, at my groceries (a bottle of coffee creamer, two cans of cat food and a small package of cheddar cheese) who didn’t have the decency to let me in line ahead of him. On top of that, the motha-fucker paid with fucking food stamps. A bureaucratic nightmare for him and the checkout clerk both. Ugh.
  2. People (no one in particular, but if the foo shits…) who read my blog and assume that they now know everything there is to know about me, and who even go so far as to presume they know me better than I do. Fuck off and die. And not necessarily in THAT order.
  3. People at work, at home and elsewhere who think I’m their unpaid HELP DESK for all eternity. (No one in particular here, but if you are guilty, you ought to damned sure know who you are.) There’s a PayPal link on the sidebar for this reason. Use it.
  4. The fucktard in our Purchasing Department who, when I place an order for supplies (usually because my Bossette wants something for a project), tells me how expensive something is. Uh, I didn’t call you for a price-check, I called you because I need for you to send the damned shit up to me ASAPtually. Without sidebar comments.
  5. The shithead in the stall next to me at the car wash with his fucking subwoofer. That pounding throbbing ear-sore makes me want to CASTRATE everything in sight. I had to move my car, or I was going to get carried away in a squad car. Yes, I moved my car so that this young turd could live. Could live to infect the world (or at least the airspace around him) with his non-music.
  6. Fucking Anna Nicole Smith. If I want to watch someone on a heroine nod, I’d just go cruising the Fifth Ward. Shit, this bitch almost makes me want to lose weight just so I won’t be a Fat Chick (like HER) any longer. It’s almost more than I can stand. Lee Ermey said it better. The best part of [Anna Nicole] ran down the crack of her momma’s ass when she was conceived.
  7. People who get a dog or cat for a pet, then decide it’s tearing up the furniture and decide to either get it declawed (if it’s a cat) or dump it on the side of the road (cat or dog, but mostly cats, because people always, stupidly and erroneously, think it can “fend for itself”). No, it can’t, you dumb shit. It’s a fucking pet. It doesn’t know about hunting and prey (or being prey). Anyone so fucking self-involved that they go into a hissy fit over an inanimate piece of furniture doesn’t deserve to have a single living fucking THING in their house. Get a goddam fish. Then you can flush the fucker down the toilet when you’re tired of it.
  8. People at laundromats (and elsewhere for that matter) who let their crotch droppings (otherwise known as children) run wild, dirty and free among MY fucking clean clothing. At least I have enough sense to know I never wanted kids, can’t deal with them and don’t care for them all that much (unless they are sweet-smelling and VERY WELL BEHAVED).
  9. The shitstain at Radio Shack who LIED TO ME and told me I could bring back the package of 25 Phillips CD-RWs for a refund of what I paid. Turns out the best they could do was issue a store credit. No, I don’t want any more inferior shit from Shadio Rack. I brought this inferior piece of shit product back because it wasn’t functional. I want to stock up on more nonfunctional, nonworking, poorly manufactured crap? I may be fat, but I’m not stupid.
  10. The blithering, grinning asshole female anchor (Taslyn Alfonso, if you must know) who butchers the English language and when she’s not busy doing that sits behind the anchor desk looking like nothing so much as a crazed cow. She was gone for two days this week and replaced by the eloquent, educated Patti Shieh. I was so hoping the bitch had been shit-canned. But she was back, fucking up my Friday from the word go. Ugh.
  11. Oh, and I’ve disabled comments because I really don’t give a shit what you think this time.

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A Footnote

Posted by Joni in About Him

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Hospital Day Five Thought I’d give you an update on Robert. I’m at the hospital right now, online.

Today Robert had his second foot surgery. The first one was yesterday. What they call an I&D (Irrigation and Drainage). They went in, after feeding him full of antibiotics and cleaning his ‘wound’ every day since Saturday, and cleaned, trimmed and debrided the wound. I guess they didn’t like what they saw when they did the I&D yesterday because today, they went ahead and amputated the great toe. The little piggy went wee, wee, wee. All the way to surgery.