Here at the blog, I mean. Like, I can't help you if weird stuff happens at home. I suppose you could email me, and I'll try to help, or just listen, but really... I'm just talking about weird stuff here at the blog.
Tammy is moving me from Blogger to WP. All hell may break loose. Who the hell knows. As long as "Betty's" eyes don't start glowing red, there's nothing to be concerned about.
Bloggers now have a legal defense fund against baseless suits from bored lawyers.
Thank you, Ezra. You are an inspiration. How it would be possible to lump you into the same profession as the likes of the Osgoode Four, Kinsella or Cherniak I do not know. We lucked out with you!
By the way, Warren: Saying "fuck you" to someone is still legal in this country, even if that person's feelings get hurt. No need to have me served over it.
I blog for free, providing you with entertainment and insight (and often a whipping girl that you get to pooh-pooh on your own pages when I say something that doesn't conform with Canada's view of multiculturalism). CPAC is an integral part of that, where I get to rub shoulders with policy makers (and in the case of this year's CPAC, with presidential hopefuls as well as the current president). While I don't mind turfing out a couple of hundred a year for hosting etc., these little blog field trips are costly. Give a girl a hand, wouldja?
I've had some strange searches lead to Girl on the Right: naked girl on a golf cart. armpit fetish, a variety of child porn requests (all of which were reported to cybertips.ca)... but this one takes the cake:
islamic explanation for doing sex with dead mother
Whoever ran this search (they were Canadian!) is one sick fucker. Just sayin'.
...still has mighty sharp thorns. None so sharp as those of Kathy Shaidle, even though she has retired Relapsed Catholic for something more descriptive of her physicality.
Apparently, they seem to think they're important enough, and matter enough, that they need a union. Little realizing that as bloggers, they are self-made and self employed, so the only ones they'd be protecting themselves against is... themselves.
Narcissism, thy name is Kos.
The effort is an extension of the blogosphere's growing power and presence, especially within the political realm, and for many, evokes memories of the early labor organization of freelance writers in the early 1980s.
Organizers hope a bloggers' labor group will not only showcase the growing professionalism of the Web-based writers, but also the importance of their roles in candidates' campaigns.
"I think people have just gotten to the point where people outside the blogosphere understand the value of what it is that we do on the progressive side," said Susie Madrak, the author of Suburban Guerilla blog, who is active in the union campaign. "And I think they feel a little more entitled to ask for something now."
But just what that something is may be hard to say.
Indeed. Hardly necessary.
Unsurprisingly, there's decidedly less support for a union movement among conservative bloggers.
Mark Noonan, an editor at Blogs for Bush and a senior writer at GOP Bloggers, said he worries that a blogger union would undermine the freewheeling nature of the blogosphere, regardless of its political composition.
"We just go out there and write what is on our mind, damn the critics," he said. "To make a union is to start to provide a firm structure for the blogosphere and that would merely make the blogosphere a junior-league (mainstream media). ... Get us a union and other 'professional' organizations and we'll start to be conformist and we'll start to be just another special interest."
But that's not how Kirsten Burgard sees it.
Sitting at a panel titled "A Union for Bloggers: It's Time to Organize" at this week's YearlyKos Convention for bloggers in Chicago, Illinois, Burgard said she'd welcome a chance to join a unionized blogging community.
"I sure would like to have that union bug on my Web site," said Burgard, a blogger who uses the moniker Bendy Girl.
Madrak hopes that regardless the form, the labor movement ultimately will help bloggers pay for medical bills. It's important, she said, because some bloggers can spend hours a day tethered to computers as they update their Web sites.
Yes, perhaps I can have them pay for my obesity drugs because I sit in front of the computer all day instead of walking the dog. What a load of bollocks.
I never know what to get for Kathy. I can't buy her books - she has thousands of them and I just know I'd buy one she recently bought for herself. Same with DVDs. Frilly girly stuff is out, cause that's just not her style (though I often think I'd could find the perfect Kathy item in a vintage thrift shop).
And now, I finally know exactly what she wants for her blogaversary, and I have no idea how to set about getting it for her. So if some camel-fellating bearded despot has any idea, please see what you can do, ok?
Admittedly, anonymous commenters are generally wankers...
... but that still doesn't make me any more comfortable with this measure.
Cyber-bullies who plague internet chat rooms with obscene and insulting comments will be banned under the first national scheme to strip them of their anonymity.
People going online will be forced to provide their real names and social security numbers under a new law that makes internet portals responsible for policing message boards and weblogs.
The law has been introduced in South Korea, and is certain to be closely monitored by other countries where there is concern over online abuse.
The move, which is decried by some as an overly fierce infringement of online liberties, aims to curb the most damaging excesses of so-called "keyboard warriors" – people who concoct sex-scandals, fraud allegations and other libels that chiefly target figures in the public eye.
No thanks. As long as I'm not getting spammed, I'm pretty tolerant in my comments section. No death threats, no spam... other than that you can say what you want. I have rarely (very rarely) deleted or banned anyone. If you want to be an anonymous wank-stain, you're welcome to it.
As y'all know, I've been doing quite a bit of running around lately, what with Hawaii closely followed by DC for the MilBlog conference. So while it seems I've been eternally on holiday (at least, that's how it seems to my boss), I'm actually quite burnt out.
So I'm curling up this weekend without the laptop, and reading. Mr. Right found me a book at Chapters called Boomsday by Christopher Buckley. About a blogger who suggests that we lighten the economic load by convincing baby boomers to commit suicide. Really the only way America can save Social Security.
Anyway, I love you and I bid you adieu. I have a pitcher of iced tea to make, and a couple of books to read (that have nothing to do with demographics or jihad).
I have been receiving email complaints from my readers lately that they can't load the site. My stats are showing that you are no longer even trying, and for that I am sorry. In order to try to rectify this, I have temporarily removed the blogrolls and many of the linked images on the sidebars. I am told that this is helping. Let me know if you're still having problems.
In the meantime I will contact Blogrolling and ask them for advice.
Some rain, some chicken, some Jarheads, and Absinthe
And a sunburn, which is astonishing, since I think we were only out of the car for about 45 non-consecutive minutes yesterday. My Charming Host(tm) took me on a whirlwind tour of more military installations than you can shake a stick at. It's like traveling with the band to do it this way - all-access backstage pass. I felt like a celebrity. There are zillions of pictures to sort through, and I'll only give you a few here and there. And of course some places were camera-restricted, which I wasn't about to argue with. Especially since yesterday was my unofficial tour. The official one with Public Affairs will be later in the week.
(may I just say that there is a downside to the tropics? as I write this, there are ants crawling all over me. yuck. at least they're harmless. but the roaches... don't get me started on them!)
For the time being, here's some random pics. I'll sort through what I have and do more detailed posts later on.
This is Ray. We met at the hotel fountain. You can see how friendly he is by the way he's waving for the camera.
The enormous flag at Camp Smith, flying half-mast (as were all flags on government property) in honor of those killed at Virginia Tech. Isn't it beautiful? I'm told that at sunset it's truly breathtaking.
On the beach, smiling despite my bloody foot (I had just cut it about 2 minutes earlier).
The famous USS Missouri. I will be touring her - and the Arizona Memorial - on Friday. I just added this pic today because my husband will love it.
The Charming Host(tm) took me to "MarineLand" at Kaneohoe Bay, but the weather was just turning inclement, so there was no eye candy to be had. It appears they don't let the more attractive ones out in the rain. Perhaps they melt or something. Sorry ladies; I'll keep trying.
And the day ended with some fabulous take-out Huli Huli chicken from Waimea.
Photos of the gorgeous Pali lookout and Pali National Park are up at Absinthe & Cookies, where I'm guest blogging this week.
I have a rather early flight tomorrow. In case you hadn't heard, I'm off to Hawaii! Tomorrow, since I will be in transit for the WHOLE. DAMN. DAY., EM Zanotti and Kathy Shaidle may pop by to amuse and delight you. If you ask nice, EM may give you the Friday Random Ten. Or make you waffles.
I, RightGirl (occasionally known to others as Wendy Sullivan), do hereby go on record as stating that I do not and will not subscribe to an arbitrary set of blogging rules. Guidelines, yes. Rules, no.
While I may be a conservative in many respects, I will not conform my writing (or your commenting) to meet the rules set out at Wikia. I prefer blogger anarchy to the repressed alternative. People chose to create and read blogs for the simple fact that the mainstream sources of information had become stifled by political correctness and various biases.
Before today, I had never heard of Tim O'Reilly. But whoever he is, he can kiss my fat anarchist ass. I'm sure he meant well, bringing this to the fore after the threats made on another blogger, but as I said at the time, suck it up. Police your own shit, if you can't, then get the hell out of the 'sphere.
Hat tip Kathy for bringing this nonsense to my attention.
Not that y'all care or anything, but I have been irritating all my friends lately by waxing poetic about the most perfect pair of pajama pants evah that I bought at Old Navy on Monday. A bargain at $14.99, I bought them a size too large so they hang nicely over my ample posterior. Soooooft cotton. Black, with a pink rose on the left hip. I couldn't wait to get home today and slip out of my suit and into my wonderful pj pants. I think I may ask to be buried in them when I die.
I read last night of the "death threats" against blogger Kathy Sierra. I feel for her, as I've been the recipient of threats, too. There's a price of 72 virgins on my head for the first Muslim whackadoo that gets to me. I've also had to deal with the hairs on the back of my neck standing up from creepy dudes who troll the Internet looking for women to sicken. And I'm not alone.
But I'm also not an Internet coward. I'm not going to stop blogging, or even lay low. I report my threats to the authorities, I double-bolt the door, and I keep on blogging. I'm not the only one. Sure, it's mostly females that have to deal with the sexual deviants, but we're all open to some form of 'net intimidation. If you blog politics, or terror, or religion, or anything more powerful than knitting patterns, you will piss someone off, and maybe they will threaten you.
Because I'm a woman, I'm subjected to different kinds of threats and taunts. If I was a fat guy, I would be unremarkable. But because I'm a fat chick, my detractors would often prefer to point that out instead of arguing a real point. It's the easy way out, like calling someone nigger. It means you can't come up with anything better than that. I get comments about how I need to "get some", which is hilarious when you think of who we're talking about here!
Yet it doesn't deter me, and for the most part I don't complain about it. I don't bore you with details of my death threats, received on an almost weekly basis. It's really none of your concern how much time I spend talking to law enforcement, or complaining to my husband about how terribly terribly hard it is. I suck it up, and keep on blogging.
As much as I sympathize with her, it seems to me that all Kathy Sierra has succeeded in doing is making us all out to be a bunch of weak wallflowers. Everyone's talking about how horrible it all is. If you don't like blogging because it comes with side effects (like most addictive substances), then quit. But for heaven's sake, don't ruin it for the rest of us.
Am I the only one who thinks this is all leading to a book deal?
For your blog-reading pleasure (and because there's no damn way I'm passing up this opportunity), RightGirl is heading off to the sunny beaches of Oahu in 28 1/2 days. How does this benefit you? Well, I'll be somewhat of a guest of the military establishment on the Island, including a very special tour of Camp Smith.
You see, for the past five years, all eyes have been on the Middle East in the War on Terror. How many of you are aware of the work that PACOM (Pacific Command) have been doing in places like the Philippines? How many of you are aware that we are facing an Islamic threat from there just as much as we are from the desert? And that the joint staff of PACOM are regularly sent to the Pacific Rim to clear out and rebuild areas? These guys should not be forgotten while - just like the Muslims are wanting - we're facing East.
You may ask "How did RightGirl get such a plum assignment?" The answer is simple: I'm RightGirl. I believe that if you don't ask, you don't get, and that a little chutzpah goes a long way. So I made arrangements with some very dear military friends of mine to fly out there. They said if I was willing to fly 5000 miles by myself just to talk about the Pacific Rim WoT (and get a tan), they'd take care of all the arrangements on the ground. So for the bargain price (well, sorta) of a plane ticket, I'm getting a week in Hawaii. Some days being me isn't all bad.
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