Happy Thanksgiving, yo.

First, Snidgey has her nightmare, and now, someone’s gotten a hold of Mer’s passwords and started sending people she knows retarded e-mails. (Actually, it happened 10 days or so ago for her.)

Is Mercury out of retrograde yet? Because jeeez.

Any of y’all who’ve been by Snidge’s lately may have noticed that you’re getting a 404.

That’s not an error, folks. I’m afraid that my dear friend has decided to go silent ... no, wait, that’s not entirely accurate. Let me be frank: The short version is, Snidge pulled her blog because of crazy pussy. Normally, crazy pussy is something we laugh about, because it’s funny in a tragic sort of way to watch grown women resort to subterfuge and all manners of bizarre behavior to get a man/job/whatever it is she wants. (And, as a recovering crazy pussy myself, it’s practically law for me to look and laugh, much like an alcoholic reminisces about past benders.) The long version of the story, however, has Snidgey afraid for her son’s and her well-being, and for that reason, I’m not going to repeat it here.

I will say this, though—and since I know the woman behind it is checking in on me now as well, I’ll direct my observations with her in mind: She needs to give it a rest. Not because it’s the right thing to do; that goes without saying. But I’ve been watching this whole thing unfold since she started it, and I gotta tell y’all, I’ve never seen such a sloppy campaign in my life. Seriously, it’s embarassing. True, she did have a couple interesting tech touches, so Ok, credit where it’s due and so on and so forth. But all the tech in the world isn’t going to help if you can’t keep your damn mouth shut. THAT only gets you busted, which she now has been (and y’all can take that however you like).

Outside of visiting the blogs she frequents, I doubt Snidge will be back online ever, and that’s a shame; aside from being one of my closest friends, she’s a voice I admire and got a lot out of, as I’m sure many of y’all did. Yeah, she and I call each other 12, 15 times a day, but you know what they say about the written word and its profound effects and stuff.

And you? You’re a two-bit hack. Don’t quit your day job.

Below is the latest myspace add I created for BtL today; it took only a half hour this time. No, I’m not giving up my day job, but I think it’s kinda funny.

If someone’s stalking one of my girls on the Innerbunny, and then they come to my site, too, would y’all take that to mean that I’m getting stalked by default? Maybe osmosis?

Please say “Yes,” because I could have a LOT of fun with that. PleaseopleaseoPLEASE!

(Mothupi, left, and Marshoff, right)

I normally try not to post pictures of myself above the fold (so I’d appreciate y’all not staring at my massive double chin and cheesy, nerded-out smile), but I had to show you who’s now become my favorite VIP meeting ever, even surpassing Jesse Jackson Sr. and Roger Clyne. Surrounding me in this shot taken in the parking lot of my college alma mater are Frances Beatrice Marshoff and Gertrude Mothupi, the Premier of Free State, South Africa and the Executive Mayor of Mangaung. The two were here with a delegation from Free State that’s seeking to drum up business in the United States, and they stopped at the school for a reception and tour.

See those women there? You are looking at two of the most fearless, intelligent women I’ve ever met in my life, emphasis on FEARLESS; not only are they government leaders, but they’re WOMEN who’re government leaders 12 years after a centuries-old belief system was dismantled. Think about that for a sec—12 years after apartheid was abolished, there are women running parts of the country. After the 15th amendment, how long did it take for a woman to get into any sort of power position here? (That’s kinda rhetorical, but if you know the answer, feel free.) (UPDATE: Leave it to Kaffy to actually tell me: Lookit)

I guess the point I’m trying to make here is that it’s a wonderous thing to see women who command such respect.

I’ve added another pretend celebrity boyfriend to my menagerie, and his name is Liam. Observe:

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Discover more about him @ here.

Now, if I could just find a cho to po:



Thanks, SJ!

and it’s all Karl Rove’s fault.

Tonight’s assignment: 300 screaming elementary kids watching a Steve Irwin-wannabe handle animals indigenous to the rain forest. I was waiting for the alligator with the rubber bands (!!) roped around its mouth to just go apeshit and start munching on the little twerps for touching it, but apparently, they’re cool with the touching, according to the guy. Since reptiles aren’t real bright on the evolutionary scale, it doesn’t occur to them to get all indignant about being poked and prodded; in fact, they kinda dig the heat, being reptilian and all. The bigger the brain, the bigger the propensity for wanting people to back the hell off and STOP. TOUCHING.

Who knew?

And did you also know that snakes don’t crush their food, but suffocate it? They wait for the poor bastard to exhale, and then they squeeze them, essentially cutting off their air supply. There you go.

Zoological lessons aside, that assignment wasn’t nearly as interesting as one I had last week. One of our local campuses hosts two of Great Britain’s young master debaters (DERRRR NARF!) and teams them up with two of its students in a parliamentary-style tag-team. The point of discussion: “This house belives the war on terrorism cannot be won.”

I covered this event last year, and the topic debated had to do with truth in advertising or something equally innocuous, so I was intrigued that the professor chose a topic for which the majority of the audience had their minds made up (and you’re not going to convince me of that otherwise). But what I would’ve liked to have seen debated? “This house has evidence that people who live outside of the United States are better versed in everything in the universe than its own natives,” because make no mistake, y’all: The Britons wiped their limey butts with the college kids. Seriously. Yeah, I understand that these were the No. 1 ranked orators for 2005 and 2006. Do you know what one of OUR geniuses did? After they heard one of the Britons mention the Irish Republican Army in reference to terrorism, they said—and I quote: “Take, for example, the IRA, who wants to take over the world ...” My “D’OH!” was audible.

We’re not a bright bunch here in NWI.

Any of y’all watch Flip This House? Did you see tonight’s where Armando buys this house that should be leveled but then takes his vacation and leaves his brother David (who I LOVE) to pick up the pieces? And he’s all cocky and shit? Seriously, what a dick.

for the first two days of this month, and not a one of my referrers is a legitimate site. So, like, do all y’all come from pr0n sites?