Somewhere between Bell's Palsy and death
Thursday, July 14, 2005
By the way
Guess who cancelled out on meeting with the detective Tuesday night?

Yeah, that's what I said: "Get out. Imagine my surprise." Just like that, too, and he laughed and agreed. Anyway, he rescheduled her for Monday at 4 p.m.; if she cancels again, he said he's just going to have to go out there and get her, then.

I ask you, does cancelling out on the detective sound like someone who's innocent? Seriously.
Posted by Broad10:47 AM
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Not like I’m not already going to hell, anyway
Is it wrong that I felt absolutely no sympathy for Greta when, upon finding out her niece has lice, she went apeshit and on about how she was going to have to stay up all night to make sure all her clothes were washed!? And how, because they're all cold water washables, that her sister was going to have to pony up for new threads to replace the ones that shrink? And how she was going to have to call work (yeah, she's working now) and tell them she can't come in because she stayed up all night washing the nits out of all her earthly possesions? I don't know, it all seemed so dramatic when it didn't have to be.
Posted by Broad7:25 PM
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
It WAS going to be a nonstop day …
but then it became not, which is great, because now I'll have plenty of time to work on my Sunday centerpiece due tomorrow as well as my piece for Time Out Chicago, also due tomorrow.

Didn't tell you about that one, did I?

I'm doing a feature on, of all things, the local auto racing track, or where I spent my Saturday night. No, you won't see me wearing a Dick Trickle leather bomber -- a t-shirt, maybe, because "Dick Trickle," heh -- but I say that I do have a new appreciation for the sport now that I understand a bit better how it works. I'd explain it here, but that's kind of the point of my article. I'll post it after it runs. Oh oh oh oh! And Tara's going to be doing a feature on blogs coming up in September, and, as one of the few bloggers existing in NWI, she asked me to do a sidebar for it about why I blog. You know, because NWI is still just that behind on the whole technology thing.

Also, tonight is the night Cousin Crackhead's supposed to go to the station and "clear her name." (yawn) We'll see. Like I keep saying, I hope the detective is savvy enough to catch her, because she's never going to give it up on her own. B-Dubs and I talked about it when I saw him on the 4th, and he of course questioned me as to whether or not I was sure it was her, perhaps I might've been dreaming or something. And that's a perfectly valid point. It doesn't apply because I was wide awake when it all went down, but a valid point nonetheless.
Posted by Broad12:27 PM
Monday, July 11, 2005
Tiiiiiiiin RIM … busted
Yeah, so the front passenger tire that had broken belts in it? Blew on the highway Friday night. (No, no catastrophic explosion or anything, just a car that couldn't pick up speed.) Well, that's not bad part. The bad part is, the rim that I thought could be pounded back into shape is literally torn apart where I hit the pothole (and thus breaking the bands in the first place), so now, the garage has to find me a new rim.

Sigh.

Granted, my disaster isn't quite the magnitude of hers, but still ...
Posted by Broad1:04 PM
I could hang
In a Past Life...
You Were: A Happy Go Lucky Assassin. Where You Lived: Egypt. How You Died: In Childbirth.


[Horked from the foxy Headcase]
Posted by Broad10:26 AM
Friday, July 08, 2005
So yeah, my boyfriend Aaron Beavers …
he called yesterday around 5:15-ish -- he and the boys were getting ready to open for the Nuge (that's Ted Nugent, for those not in the know), and he just wanted to see what was up and oh, he hadn't seen the article I did on the band and Roger Clyne (which I posted below for y'all), so could I send it to him via e-mail? Why, of COURSE I could, and did. So then he totally invited me and the hotties to the show when they come back 'round these parts in September. Oh, and to keep in touch.

We're going to be GROUPIES, yo! I'm SO Penny Lane for this bitch. Squeeeeeeeee! And I already know which boob shirt you're wearing to the show, Snidgey.

Ahem. Anyway.

I've managed to hold my resolve and not shoot my mouth off back at TOG because honestly, all that will do is piss him off even more. But it's been real. hard. at times.
Posted by Broad11:39 AM
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Aaron Beavers loooooooaves me
You know, the lead singer from Shurman. Know why?
Posted by Broad7:23 PM
Cat, if you’re out there …
Hope you and yours -- as well as all Londoners -- are safe and sound.
Posted by Broad11:41 AM
Artists’ rights forever. Also? Read more carefully, anonymous posters.
It seems there's a bit of confusion about my thoughts on removing the unauthorized skin. Guess I need to break this down for everyone.

1. First of all, I'm a free-lancer. I get all about unauthorized usage, and I'm a big proponent of copyright. (See here, here and here.)
2. That being said, it was a huge mistake on my part -- NOT Christina's, so back off on her -- to assume that listing a credit to the artist's work (which I had) would be acceptable. I should've have asked him for permission at least, commissioned work from him at most.
3. When Snidgey and I talked to Christina, she was under the impression that someone with damage against Bonafide contacted the artist.
4. I contacted the artist as soon as I found out he contacted Bonafide to extend my apologies and to see if we could work something out.
5. Annoyed that someone would play Bonafide like that, I posted Tuesday's entry with them in mind, NOT THE ARTIST. I also mistakenly used the word "author" when I meant "artist." I didn't go back and change it, though, because I figured anyone reading it would understand what I meant.
6. I was wrong, because the artist himself also misunderstood what I was saying.
7. I've since explained the situation to the artist -- who, I'd like to stress, has been extremely gracious and fair during this whole mess -- with the hope that he'll understand that I meant no damage with him, but with the people who were being underhanded toward Bonafide.

So there you go, y'all. And to you who called yourself "what?" and posted anonymously: Although I appreciate what you said, there's no reason you couldn't have contacted me with your concerns privately if you didn't want anyone to know who you are; after all, the artist did. That's why I deleted your post.
Posted by Broad7:47 AM
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
The end is nigh
Judy Miller's taking one for the team, while Matt Cooper gets spared. Lookit.
Posted by Broad11:48 AM
Must. stop. the. SCREAMING
Yet another reason why I should never have children: There are four boys playing basketball in the cul-de-sac, one of them a wee one of about three or four. One of the older ones either knocked him down or wouldn't let have the ball or whatever, so now, the little kid is wailing as if someone's beating him with a 2x4, and I'm like, "I'd LIKE to be the person beating him with the 2x4, because shut the hell UP already! Christ. I mean, if the little siren-like wails aren't bringing your momma out to you, get your ass off the grass and GO. TO. HER. How hard IS that!?!"
Posted by Broad6:14 AM
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Bit o’ housekeeping
You might've noticed that the awesomely fabulous eyeball skin created for me by the awesomely fabulous Christina has mysteriously disappeared. Well, nothing mysterious about it: Some twatconcerned party with a hard-onconcerns toward the Bonafide girls ratted on us contacted the author about Snidgey's and my sites, and he asked us to take them down, which is fine, because neither of us asked him permission, and we should've. Still, I really dug that skin. But Chrissytina is going to whip me up another little sum'in sum'in, so look forward to that soon.
Posted by Broad9:59 AM
“i’m not in the mood for your bullshit. leave me alone.”
If there's one thing I can appreciate about TOG, it's his candor. Doesn't make it hurt any less when I'm on the ass end of it, but ... I guess I admire the ability to self-preserve with such authority at the first sign of something uncomfortable (snickers weakly and shakes head). But I'm cool -- honestly, I'd much rather know than be ignored -- so we're just going to let it lie. It'll work itself out however it's supposed to.*

Let's talk instead about the really big news: Cousin Crackhead is supposedly going to the station tonight because she's "really anxious to clear her name," according to the detective. I'm sure she is (rolls eyes). Oh, and guess who I talked to yesterday during the parade I covered? That would be Boy Wonder, who was there with BFKAS and SC. (shudders) B-dubs looks well and seemed to have his head about him; we talked mainly about Crazy Aunt and her troubles, which have become so out of control, I'm not even. He also talked about a little bit about a fight he had with his dad wherein his dad basically said he would never accept his lifestyle, and that made me sad for him. But we parted on good terms and he said he would stop by one day and we would have coffee or something.
Posted by Broad8:00 AM
Monday, July 04, 2005
I get the feeling …
The following is going to become much more relevant in the next few days ...
Posted by Broad10:09 AM
Friday, July 01, 2005
Did I say “pussy?” I think what I REALLY meant was …
FUCKING pussy: Below you'll find what ol' Normy Pearlstine, chief girl at Time Inc., had to say about his bending over for the courts and giving up Matt Cooper's notes.

"'I tend to be one who temporizes and doesn't make a decision before I have to,' " Mr. Pearlstine said." Translation: "I didn't know what to do until Horgan said he might level even steeper fines than 1G a day. Then it all came to me."

[Via Gawker]
Posted by Broad8:01 AM
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