Just for the sheer hell of it.
This is about SETTING BOUNDARIES. People, take from this what you will.
Blogger on the Cast Iron Balcony
A blog by an opinionated mother of two, which might lie idle for a while sometimes. The blog, that is.
Just for the sheer hell of it.
This is about SETTING BOUNDARIES. People, take from this what you will.
mass-murderers needed boundaries.
A couple of commenters at Feministe
have pointed to a very interesting article about
how consumer culture produces spree killings by “entitled” white men:
http://www.northstarwriters.com/dbl068.htm
Hey WordPress!!
Ann O’ has only commented here, like, five thousand times!
Why are you still throwing her in the spam bucket?!?!
Pls stop it KTHX
Sorry Bwicster, and good point!
Um….? I’m only on to my second glass of cab sav, but am already struggling to get this one….?
Huh… wuh?
The last note made it.
The Tormentor watched it with that look upon his face – “Oh fawk… do I really have to grow up to be one of these damned adults??”
Blue plasticine adults!
I must say, on second viewing, that the saxophone is truly brilliant.
Heh. Hereabouts intrusive neighbours means a sooty possum in the fireplace or a cut snake under the mower (they do get mad) or microscopic blood suckers making their way unerringly crotchwards as you tiptoe through the roo turds. Much easier to wrangle than teh hoomans.
Thank you, Helen. I’d forgotten how much I liked the Bonzo Dog Doodah Band (but who could forget “Can blue men sing the Whites”?)