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War Paint
I believe her, Barb. Regarding this... "I actually just quit a writer's group I was added to (I did not join willingly, someone added me) because someone linked your article and said something bad." ...Grant had already told me about that incident. Another CERTAIN CONTRIBUTOR TO THE READER slammed you, and she had actually bailed on the group to not be a part of it. In my opinion, there are 4 suspects -- 2 females & 2 males. All of them are contributors or former contributors to the Reader website. It's just bloody effing hard to tell which one, because all four are equally crazy -- a veritable smorgasbord of screamingly obvious personality disorders and substance abuse issues. Unfortunately, they're all fairly bright as well. At least one of them prides himself on being a "hacker." Will elaborate further in email, if you're interested enough to inquire. In the meantime, I'd be a little suspicious of any sh*t-stirring newbies you spot in your comments.— March 7, 2011 5:44 p.m.
War Paint
Grantie, I will always tell you if you have a booger. :)— March 3, 2011 6:04 p.m.
War Paint
Agree completely with Grantie on all points. Poor woman could have been attempting to cover a number of medical issues. You 2 need to stop being so obsessive-compulsively perfectionistic (in your opinions of what perfection is) about crap that doesn't matter anyway, and mind your own beeswax.— March 2, 2011 6:20 p.m.
It’s Hard to Change Direction When You Are Falling Off A Cliff
Joe, your talents are so wasted on all us chicks here. Can't believe some big ole car magazine isn't paying you to write. Or that you don't have your own TV show. "This Old Car: Starring Tiki Joe." ;)— February 16, 2011 10:39 p.m.
Laura Roppé Wants to Smell George Clooney
Right behind ya, Grantie... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45CYEK7GWsk Cute. :) I'd like to smell George, too. But THIS... “During college, I worked as a valet parker at Hollywood parties, and when I returned Robert Downey Jr.’s black Porsche to him from the parking lot, he lavished me with attention like I was a starlet attending a red-carpet event.” ...would make me smile even more. :D— February 9, 2011 10:08 p.m.
The Cat That Filled the Hole in Our Hearts
Aw, this is sweet, Grantie. :) I agree that pets -- especially cats -- tend to find us, rather than us finding them. Simba, my "white tiger," found me in a parking lot many years after I had envisioned him. Olivia had to put herself in my path twice on the opposite ends of town before I surrendered to fate and realized she was meant to be mine. Here's another interesting phenom I've heard/read about more than once: That of a new/current pet suddenly putting on the habits of the deceased pet, seemingly developing their personality traits, etc. So yes, I think Simon certainly could have put a bug in Tiger's ear and shown him your way. Stranger things have happened. (=^..^=)~— February 7, 2011 10:41 p.m.
Seal You Later, Says San Diego Planning Commission
Exactly, chuckwalla. I was at Seal Beach a couple of weeks ago. There was one young seal up on the shore; I wondered if the poor thing was injured, or if it had been separated from its mother and just didn't know what to do. There were people getting far too close to the little creature to take pictures of it. It was very disturbing to watch. The poor thing was probably terrified. People won't behave themselves on their own. Put up whatever kind of barrier works (I doubt a rope will be enough) and leave the poor animals alone. The seals are more important than human tantrums about their "right" to tromp all over the place, regardless of how it affects wildlife.— December 12, 2010 10:15 a.m.
It’s That Most Wonderful Time
You tell 'em, Grantie! :) Agreed on all counts. I ain't into the whole holiday shopping thing either. 'Course, I'm a hermit, so that simplifies matters considerably. ;)— November 29, 2010 10:59 p.m.
A Woman's Work
"Sit-coms, too, that show fat, lazy men and their hot wives running around waiting on them hand and foot." Yeah, isn't THAT amazing? Physically perfect actresses paired with homely fatties seem to be the TV norm, thereby perpetuating the myth in the minds of similar-looking guys that they all deserve a supermodel -- despite their own appearance. They sit there in all their toady glory, loudly critiquing women who are far better-looking than they will ever be. For film, it's slightly different -- really OLD dudes paired with the young hot female. :/— November 23, 2010 7:55 a.m.
A Woman's Work
"The only men I know who cook on the holidays are getting paid to do it." Um, Grantie? My new male roomie is cooking Thanksgiving dinner for me. He cooked for me last night, too. And the night before that, actually. :) Last night I chopped an onion, but only because I was trying to clear my sinuses. That's about as much as I've contributed so far. I offer to wash dishes, but he either won't let me, or stands there & does the rinse side. You could say I "pay" him, I guess. He gets rent from me. Works as far as I'm concerned. Of course, he's never been married, and seems to attract some fairly ardent (read crazy/unstable) female suitors. Takes great pride in referring to himself as a "confirmed bachelor" at 50, (while I of course, am a "spinster"). :p I call him "Clooney." ;)— November 22, 2010 9:37 p.m.