Just watch me, watch me…

I know it’s been crickets and mothballs around here lately…sorry y’all. Busy working on a Sekrit Projekt(ssshhhh!) that will debut soon.

I chose a road of passion and pain, sacrificed much and waited in vain…

I’m thinking of writing another book. The title would be Christians Are Weird( yes, that means you too).

I’d push for this photo as cover art:

You get a million imaginary dollars if you can figure out why I've used this photo...

But I think I’ll hold off on that until I can write such a thing with love.  Then again, maybe not. I’m pretty sure a book like that would get *published*.

In other news, I’ve been gigging with some friends under the title Delta Buoy Collective…I haven’t shouted myself out in a minute but our myspace is here.

In other other news…y’all who pray…pray for a sista. Please. Thanks.

Whoa-oa-oa, oh oh OH oh…

Y’all,  sometimes a trend just needs to die.

No, really y’all. Die. Dead.

I can sense your needs like rain onto the seeds…anything you want done baby

Wow, Ray Boltz is gay?

Like this Ray Boltz?

Huh. World is full of surprises.

If there’s lessons to be learned, I’d rather get my jamming words in first…

I feel really ill. It’s raining. There was dirt on the shower floor this morning, and white paint(?) all over the back of the bathroom door. One of my housemates had some sort of porridge for breakfast this morning that involved most of our pots, bowls, and countertops, and very little washing up. (I hate porridge!) The radio is playing the same Pussycat Dolls song again. Some random Scottish guy is killing sea eagles. Meanwhile, some random Pakistani guy keeps feeding the pigeons on this street and they’re responding to his generosity by ungratefully splattering every square inch of the sidewalk with creamy white pigeon poo. There’s a spider the size of a terrier posted at the front door like some sort of bug bouncer. There are goofy commercialistic Christmas decorations up everywhere in town already. And did I mention it’s raining, and I’m ill?

America, America, God shed his grace on thee…

I don’t talk about politics, I really don’t, but it’s hard to get away from at the moment.

However, this is just some ridiculous fraggle-naggle…

*smh* Does Focus on the Family ever remind anyone ELSE of Octavia Butler’s “Christian America”, in Parable of the Sower?

Non-news related, vaguely spiritual post coming up soon, I promise…

They call me Hell, they call me Stacy, they call me her, they call me Jane…

So a few days ago, I read about this, in the Guardian. Basically,  Jonathan Ross and Russell Brand made some  offensive, sexually explicit phone calls to Andrew Sachs concerning his granddaughter as part of a late night prank call radio show. (All three of those names belong to UK-famous entertainers, for those of you reading this from elsewhere.) The BBC has had to make apologies, Ross and Brand have been suspended, and there’s been all kinds of media brouhaha about it. Sach’s granddaughter, Georgina Baillie, has actually requested the pair be fired and is considering making a complaint to the police. I peeped at the transcript of the phone call and it is hideously disrespectful. I’m actually confused as to why anyone thought this would be funny in the first place.

I bring all that up to say, despite all, am I the only one who thinks the following quote, from todays news story about the grand-daughter’s point of view, is absolutely hilarious?

“Baillie, who has just returned from Vienna where she was performing with dance troupe the Satanic Sluts, said Brand and Ross were “beyond contempt” and that broadcasting the interview showed “an appalling lack of judgment”.”

Just thought I’d point that out.

Do you remember the time…?

Holy schnikeys, do you see the size of the cobwebs over by the Barack Obama post? I really need to pay attention to this place more often…

I am having a ridiculously chilled night. It’s been a long, busy day. Everyone else in the house is away. Now I’m home for the night and indulging in the following embarrassing things;

1)An extremely non-nutritious dinner and

2)A Michael Jackson music video marathon.

Quote of the whenever; Shane Claiborne and Chris Haw

So what’s been up with me lately? This blog might as well be called Things That Are Really Pissing Mel Off.

Because of that, I’m making an effort today to write about two things that do not irk me in any way, shape, or form. One is the incredibly well-written book Jesus For President, by Shane Claiborne(who also wrote the highly-recommended book The Irresistible Revolution) and Chris Haw(who’s a lot harder to pin down in parentheses). The title is perhaps a bit misleading in the current culture, but that only points to how relevant and necessary this book is.

Without love, life is Doris Day at the Apollo…

 I sooooooo want to write about the following things; the idiocy of the general American public who need the Obama “fist bump” explained as being not of terrorist origin; the idiocy of the American lawmaking bodies in blocking anti-global warming legislation; the piglike self-centered short-sightedness that’s become the norm for human interaction; and oh, yeah, the rest of my ranting thoughts on femininity in the current culture.