"Dope" Oscars

"Who died and made you breakfast?"-- Andrew Squiggmann

A couple of Oscar issues to vent about... I admire Sean Combs. I think he is an outstanding record producer. He has brought hip hop up to another level through nurturing rappers and singer. He has also been smart enough to expand his domain into the fashion arena. The Sean Jean line is hot right now and he is making hand over fist money. He soon will have more money than God.

My question is: What's gives him the gravitas to be a presenter at the Oscars? He has been in two movies, Made and Monster's Ball. Bit parts. He received awful reviews when he DARED to take on the Sidney Poitier roll in Raisin in the Sun on Broadway. Presenting at the Oscars is an honor in itself. Not one to be given out lightly. I have come to the conclusion that the Oscars played the prostitute to his Sean "John". I guess money will buy you anything and the Oscars are for sale. It is sickening.

The second issue I have is the need for acknowledging some people who were royally screwed last night:

Jorge Drexler Jorge was the writer of the Oscar winning song "Al Otro Lado Del Rio" and the singer on the soundtrack of The Motorcycle Diaries (Diaries de Motocicleta). Okay, he won, but as everyone who watched the ceremonies last night saw, his acceptance speech was basically singing part of the song. This tells me that ol' Jorge was some pissed being dissed for the performance. UPDATE Uruguayan Rebels Against Oscar Snub - Wall Street Journal - March 2, 2005 - Jorge Drexler won the Oscar for best song, but he wasn't invited to sing on the broadcast. The singer is now being praised in his native Uruguay for his act of rebellion, after he sang a couple of stanzas from his song while accepting the award. [See Paper Addition for Entire Article.] Bernal Skipped Oscars in Banderas Performance Protest - Internet Movie DataBase - March 4, 2005 - Mexican actor Gael Garcia Bernal refused to attend Sunday's 77th Academy Awards - because Antonio Banderas replaced singer Jorge Drexler to perform at the ceremony. The Motorcycle Diaries star was horrified when he learned that Uruguay's Drexler wouldn't be able to perform his own "Al Otro Lado Del Rio" on the show "for commercial reasons" and was replaced by Banderas and Carlos Santana. But Bernal was thrilled when Drexler scooped an Oscar for the song and made a point of singing some of the song instead of making a speech. He says, "At the time his song is being honored, all a sudden, that's the moment he does not exist? It was impossible for me to be there as part of the film. I didn't want to pretend the song was not part of it; that would have been like an act of murder in the family. And secondly, the film and the song are about respecting people's identity."

Minnie Driver Poor Minnie ... good enough to sing in the movie, Phantom of the Opera, but not the ceremonies. There are articles I found on-line that basically said she was invited to perform "Learn to Be Lonely" and then un-invited when the producers of the show decided she did not have enough appeal to draw in the viewers. What a bunch of pricks. If they REALLY cared about ratings and appeal, they should have had Jimmy Smits sing the song buck. He can move, has a nice voice, and I and millions of women would tune in to see his nakedosity. I think The Virginian Vixen would agree!

Les Petits Chanteurs de Saint-Marc Choristes These poor little Bastards weren't even considered for an invite. No nice trip to the U.S. to perform "Look to Your Path (Vois Sur Ton Chemin)" from The Chorus (Les Choristes). Yup, the ceremony producers even abandoned the little ones.

Am I the only one that is outraged? Even Josh Groban, who sang "Believe" for the Polar Express wasn't deemed worthy for a solo performance, but had to share the limelight with Beyoncé

I think Beyoncé is very talented and mega hot right now in the industry, but this is just not fair or right. I really resent it! Singing 3 out of the 5 nominated songs?! Don't we have anti-trust laws in this country?!

Where has all the integrity gone? It is really disturbing ... and who decided who was worthy enough for stage time rather than accepting their awards in the audience. Talking about a "cast"e system.

I think all the fabulous Hollywood legends that graced the screens long ago and were worthy of our worship are probably rolling in their graves today. There are no more legends. Just movie "star" posers.

Here is one disappointed movie lover. The Oscars suck.

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The censor’s sword pierces deeply into the heart of free expression.

"I can imagine no greater disservice to the country than to establish a system of censorship that would deny to the people of a free republic like our own their indisputable right to criticise their own public officials."
-- Pres. Woodrow Wilson, April 25, 1917

I came across a story today which reported that Arash Sigarchi, an Iranian blogger, was arrested in January after using his blog to criticise the arrest of other online journalists. He is to be jailed for 14 years on charges of spying and aiding foreign counter-revolutionaries.

In my travels in trying to find out more about Mr. Sigarchi, I came across Committe to Protect Bloggers, which is a blog that basically has information about bloggers around the world and some incidences of being threatened, censored, and even jailed. Mr. Sigarchi is only one of three Iranian bloggers that are currently under arrest.

I have no idea what Mr. Sigarchi's blog says, since it no longer exists. You get an error page. I checked out the other two Iranian blogs, but they are in arabic and I am unable to find a translator on-line. I am not sure what the actual deal is with these people or if I would agree with what they say, but I believe in their right to say it. I may bitch and moan my disagreement with some things I hear on the news or read in the paper, but I totally believe that censorship is wrong. People, whether they are right or wrong, have the right to write or say what they want. This is an ultimate freedom.

I have major problems with artists who create crap like a fecal portrait of the Virgin Mary, but I cannot deny their right to express themselves, even if they are going to Hell for dissin' the baby Gs Mom! :-Þ

I sit at this computer thinking up things to write that will amuse me and I hope others. No big whoop, nothing earth shattering. Then I read that people are being jailed for their blogging. I am just a light fluffy blogger, but there are people out there trying to change their world. It blows me away and quite humbles me.

Even though Mr. Sigarchi's blogging days are over, reporting of his arrest will spread like wildfire with other bloggers and this will hopefully get into the mainstream media and create more bad press for Iran. Maybe pressure will be felt a bit heavier.

I send out good wishes and support to Arash Sigarchi, Mohammad Reza Nasab Abdolahi, Mojtaba Saminejad, Christophe Grébert, and Jani Uusitalo. May freedom be in your future and may the yolk of censorship be broken where you reside.


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Assuaging the Dowager Queen

"As is the mother, so is her daughter."
-- Ezekiel 16:44

So ... Last night the Dowager Queen and I were discussing my latest blog entries. She is kind enough to visit and check out what I am writing about. She indicated her amusement on the post about my toe tragedy, but she did voice her dismay at the image that I used to illustrate the event. H.R.H. suggested that I shouldn't give the wrong impression to my readers as to what my age or appearance was. She was loathe to think that anyone thought that The Queen of the Land was not as young, lithe, beautiful, and charismatic as I am. With that in mind and as way to put my dear mum's mind to rest, I have included a couple of pictures that are not EXACTLY of me, but should give you a general idea of what I look like. Actually, the pictures don't do me justice ;^D



Sometimes, I sure do amuse myself :)

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The Glamorous Gimp

"She went ass over tea kettle."
-- The Old Fox
"It is said that he once had a sore toe that so annoyed him that he went to the woodpile and chopped it off with an axe, quoting the Scripture, 'If thy foot offend thee, cut it off.'"
-- Anonymous

Put a bunch of crap on the floor and the picture to the right was pretty much me on Sunday night. I tripped and fell, but good!

Since then, I have been having a nice little pity party for myself and the big ole toe on my left foot. Unfortunately, the rest of my bastard family have been unsympathetic!^* That is, except for the Prince Consort... Where are the flowers? Where were smelling salts when the thunderous sound from my falling was probably heard next door? No... only my dearest Prince cared enough to inquire with a voice enthused with sincerity. I haven't even mentioned the cut on my hand or the scrape on my ankle, but don't worry... *SNIFF* ... I'll be fine.

I don't think it is broken, but it hurts like a son of a bitch. I have been keeping my foot elevated since the tragic tripping took place, so today was the first day I gave it a test run. I was luckily able to fit my foot in a sneaker (I couldn't yesterday), so I figured it was a go. Oh... It was a go alright, right to the "House of Shards of Pain" . Cripes! I am giving it a couple more days and if the lovely mauve, violet, and periwinkle colors don't turn into a beige, goldenrod, and burnt umber, I will have to breakdown and have it checked out.

I am confident in my recuperative powers though!

In regards to the particulars of the sad Sunday shenanigans... I will not discuss the gory details to protect the guilty... I plan on pulling that Ace out when I need it :Þ

Stay cool and safe!

^* I just got off the phone with the Dowager Queen and she asked how my toe was, so she is back in my good graces and exempt from the above "bastard family" comment.

Stalker? I don't think so...

"A girl not returning your phone calls or spreading rumors about you, that's not girl trouble, just a pain in the ass."
-- Colin Farrell

So, in case you haven't heard, Desarrae Bradford, has accused Colin Farrell of harassing and stalking her, though Colin's camp says he's never even met her. You can read the details HERE. Seems the judge has thrown out her complaint, since it was filed improperly, but has given her a reprieve to make the proper changes in the filing.

I don't know about you, but it seems like a bunch of bollocks to me. I just don't see it. Colin doesn't have to stalk anybody. He would be the stalkee, dontcha think?

This brings me to my weakness for Irishmen. Maybe it's the Irish in me. I truly think it is a genetic thing. They have this indescribable mojo. They are masters of charm, flattery, charisma, and sex appeal. I don't know if it is the underlining danger, temper, drinking thing... It is just something. Vavoom!

The Irish (especially) and English have a gift and ease for telling stories that is enviable. This may sound stupid, but can you think of one Irish or English actor that you have seen on Letterman or Leno that didn't have the gift? If so, please let me know.

The King, my father, The Old Fox, had this gift. He really was a man above men. Charming, handsome, and scintillatingly verbose. He was truly amazing and deserved the title, Mr. Personality. Nobody could work a room like him. He passed away almost 10 years ago and people still mention him to me. He was truly a force.

Now... for a shocking statement... Me Bro, Mick is of course excluded here... If you are not off the boat Irish or at least 2nd - 3rd generation, you don't have the mojo... In my experience, an American male of Irish descent loses the gift once two to three generations pass. Sorry fellas, it's true. I don't know what causes the phenomenon, but it is real. The only thing left behind is usually the love of the booze. Of course, scientifically, there are always exceptions to the rule, but generally, I stand by my statement.

Anyhoo... those are my observations for today.

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So many to choose from and they're all so pretty!

"Punish me for my desire if you will. It burns still."
-- Mason Cooley
"Man candy... Yummy and boy do I have a sweet tooth!"
-- Queen of the Land
"Oh to be his belt buckle."
-- The Virginian Vixen
I have lust in my heart for attractive men. I can't help it. I am happily married to the Prince Consort and he humors me in my appreciation of the male form. I would never act on it or make him a cuckold, but I can't lasoo my lust. I try to tone down my vocal appreciation as not to insult the Prince, but sometimes I get carried away. I just can't help it.

The Prince is so wonderful that sometimes if he comes across a great picture of someone he knows I think is hot, he will actually bookmark it to show me. How dreamy is that? Isn't the Prince great? He knows how to keep his Queen happy :)

A perfect example was yesterday, when he pointed out this picture of Keano. This is about as close as I will ever get to seeing Roy naked, so it was much appreciated. I have been thinking about that picture all day. I feel like a rabid dog, licking my chops when confronted with a juicy bone. Hee... hee... no pun intended ;) See how it is? I can't put my mind in a lock box. These naughty thoughts and innuendoes just batter down the door! It's uncontrollable.

I have to say that the Prince is outstanding in masking his appreciation of the female form. He really has mastered not being caught looking at women in front of me. He really is superb at it. I know he does it, but I don't think I have ever caught him once. In this I support the double standard. I don't want to see him look. He should only have eyes for his Majesty. I on the other hand, being divine ruler, believe I have carte blanche. I know he lusts after that tramp Kylie Minogue and that little tart Helena Bonham Carter, not to mention Keri "Demirep" Russell. He is wise to be covert, but I do like to tease him to let him know that I know everything. In the big picture, I find out everything. A little fear is good ;) Right, honey? :)

Back to my lust... This appreciation that I have somewhat perturbs the Dowager Queen. You see, in being Queen of Land, I have a philosphy of non-bigotry. I couldn't care what color you are or how tall you are. If you're hot, you're hot and lying down, height doesn't matter. End of story. My rampant equal opportunity worship of the male form and general bawdiness disturbs her delicate sensibilites. At least, this is what she intimates with "Oh, you're so bad!" Eventhough, I know she secretly shares my admiration for a good looking fella. She just is more genteel in her expression of it. Heck, the now deceased King was hot and she had seven heirs with him.

It is very difficult at work. My co-workers, who are all female, are pretty staid and tame, so I have to behave myself. It's tough to help an attractive male student and not comment on my delight in his lovely visage or nice bod after he walks away from the counter. Not to worry Dowager Queen, I do keep it check. I am yet fairly new there!

I, like many other women, have a ranked list of hotties/potential fantasy future husbands. Now this is all in fun, so the Prince doesn't get offended. He usually looks upon me indulgently like a precocious child :) I just love the heck out of that guy.

Any hoo... Below are some images of past, present, future potentials. My likes and lusts of the moment are fluid and always changeable. Keep in mind, my definition of hot ranges from those men who are ruggedly attractive to ridiculously pretty. I like em' all. Enjoy ladies. Sorry Gentlemen, there are no images here for you... well that is, if you too like hot guys, then I guess there is. This is my domain, so no complaints will be tolerated!




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The Baby Faced Assassin...

"It is important the club remains in the right hands. I am absolutely on the supporters’ side and think United are in very good hands at the moment. I am a fan myself and only want what’s best for the future."

-- Ole Gunnar Solskjaer

In case you weren't aware of it, there is an American on the hunt for Manchester United. Malcolm Glazer is the current owner of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and has decided he wants Man. UTD. You see, Manchester United is a publicly traded company that has no debt. It is a financial force and makes a ridiculous amount of money from sponsorships and fan support. Here in the U.S. we are used to hearing about hostile takeovers and don't think anything of it. This is Glazer's second attempt for the take over and Manchester United shareholds/fans are not going to take it lying down. You see, Manchester United fans are starting a revolution against Glazer.

The shareholder's and fan's objection with Glazer and his attempt is that he couldn't care less about the team or English Premier Football. He wants the team, so that he can put it deeply into debt. If Glazer did care, then he probably wouldn't have the mess he has on his hands right now. Fans are threatening lifetime boycotts of the teams sponsors and of all and related Manchester United merchandise and goods. In England, you don't screw with a sporting institution or a team that has been around for over a century. In October, supporters closed the Megastore as part of a direct action campaign. They are practically militant in their tactics.

As you can see by the quote I opened with, Ole Gunnar Solskjaer has come out for the supporters and I hope other team members are to follow. I included a picture of Ole with Roy... I have to confess, it was more to be able to look at Roy's hot little bum than to show Ole's baby face.

Anyhoo, that is the latest with the takeover. Thanks for reading, since I know that the majority of the people who stop by couldn't care less. :^D

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What's wrong with these soccer highlights?

"They who say that women do not desire the right of suffrage, that they prefer masculine domination to self-government, falsify every page of history, every fact in human experience. It has taken the whole power of the civil and canon law to hold woman in the subordinate position which it is said she willingly accepts."

-- Elizabeth Cady Stanton

So, before I left to mosey on up to my second job, the Prince Consort and I were watching the end of Arsenal giving quite the spanking to Crystal Palace. I bet GOPgoddess is thrilled today! Yup, let's get them all worn out and lull them into a false sense of ease for the match with Sheffield United this weekend. Hee...hee... Go Blades!

Where was I... okay, so the game ends and, after some commercials, the "new and improved" Fox Soccer Channel shows some highlights from a game between al Hilal vs. al Illifaq in the Saudi Arabia Football League. Pretty cool. Sami Al-Jaber of al Hilal made a hat trick, helping al Halil crush al Illifaq. Excellent, I think as I hear the chants from the crowd of "SAMI...SAMI...SAMI" ... Wait a minute... I then actually take a look at the crowd. Something is off, but I can't put my finger on it... and then it hits me... There are no women in the crowd... There are no women in the crowd... There are NO WOMEN in the crowd.

I can feel the slow burn start. *GGRRR* That FN' sucks. These are the type of events that stir my consciousness. Everyone, ESPECIALLY all women of the Free World, need to remember that there is still oppression abroad. A couple of nukes our way from the nut jobs and we are propelled back into the pre-19th amendment age. We'll be at that loom weaving our boushiyas before you can say Susan B. Anthony. This was one of the reasons that I staunchly support our being bad asses in Afghanistan and Iraq.

Time passes and it goes to the back of my mind that not too long ago, women in Afghanistan were stripped of their rights by the Taliban. No voting, no careers as doctors or any professional, no education. Hey, that Burqa is sexy! WooHoo... Complete suppression. In Iraq, not so long ago, thankfully rape rooms were closed and Sadaam's lovely son Uday (Thank God ... and the coalition forces) is no longer dragging women and pubescent girls off the street to beat, rape, and sometimes kill as was his lovely practice. Chattel ... a nice, creepy word.

Honor killings still go on throughout the Middle East. It is chilling the life of a woman there. We are so removed from it that we forget.

"It's a different culture ... we shouldn't get involved ... we shouldn't force our way of life on them". That is isolationist bullshit. I always think that everyone MUST imagine themselves in their shoes. Wouldn't you want to be liberated? Wouldn't you want to be saved? Even if you didn't know the difference, wouldn't you want to be given the choice?

I shouldn't give all of the rap to the Middle East... let's spread it around to Africa and Bosnia/Croatia. Extremists and Dictators trying to cleanse a race through rape and genocide.

Nobody had a problem cleaning up the Kosovo debacle, but are outraged in our involvement in Iraq and Afghanistan? What is up with that? What makes a Croatian life more worthy than an Iraqi or Afghani life ... or for that matter a Nigerian, Rwandan, or Sudanese life? Explain this to Robina Muqimyar and Amina Lawal.

Robina Muqimyar	Amina Lawal

It seems now that we are getting more involved in the African problem and I hope that we don't stop there. This madness has to end.

*DEEP BREATH* Where I work, they are having a "Peace Vigil" on Thursday in the city to celebrate the 2nd anniversary of the first protest against the invasion of Iraq. All are welcome they say. Bring your own sign if you like. Of course, as you know, Peace through superior fire power works for me, but I think we need a Protest Warrior contingent in the city to help with their vigil. Some of their signs are as follows:



If we have to be fosterers of Freedom and end subjugation, then so be it. It is imperative that everybody from the Free World hop on the Liberation Life Boat.

Even if they don't ... "Badges? We ain't got no badges. We don't need no badges. I don't have to show you any stinking badges"

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If I try real hard, I'll be able to taste the Peanut Butter

"Food to a large extent is what holds a society together and eating is closely linked to deep spiritual experiences."

-- PeterGeorge FarbArmelagos

"Peanut butter [is] the pâté of childhood."

-- Florence Fabricant

Who here likes food? As I mentioned in one of my earlier posts, grocery stores are like crack houses to me. I can actually feel my blood thicken and pump faster and my ears start buzzing when the automatic door opens upon my dainty, graceful entrance into the local market. Food is just one of those glorious, sensual experiences. I have had a love/hate relationship with it for decades. We hold an "on again, off again" love affair constantly. Currently, our relationship has been rendered asunder. I have broken off with the cuisine Casanova. I have had enough... for now.

I am not naïve. Food is like the gorgeous Bad Boy that has made you seen God, not made you think twice about alienating your family, and thought you could change to the perfect lover. It never works out. The Bastard at some point makes you look in the mirror and ask: "You dumbass, what are you doing? He is ruining your life! All he does is make you feel terrible about yourself. How can you slap yourself across the face now that you realize what you have foolishly let your life become for this swine." ... Yes, I have a special obsession with bacon. Bacon is like kryptonite to me. I rationalize it excellently by attributing it to the pigskin valve I have in my heart, rather than my embarrassing weakness.

Some say that people who over indulge in food do so because they have emotional issues. They are using food as a comfort for something that is going on in their lives. It's not really about the food, they don't even really want the food. What a bunch of crap.

My theory is that the people who spout this dribble are those unhappy, patriarchal skinny people who are holier than thou dinks. They are miserable people with miserable lives. They look unhealthy and, damn it, I just want to snap them in two like a stalk of asparagus. HHmmm... even using food for imagery.

I am not advocating overeating. I know it is unhealthy and one needs moderation in their daily life. But I often over indulge because food TASTES GREAT. I am not saying that I have a life with out issues, but I love food because it TASTES GREAT. These damn food Nazis need to be bitch slapped.

I go through phases where food rules my World. I am not proud of it, but at least I recognize it and try constantly to overcome my feeble need.

I am currently in a great place foodwise... no, not The Pillars. I mean healthwise. Since New Years, the Prince Consort and I have been following the Weight Watchers point system plan and now that Lent is here, I have gotten as serious as a heart attack about it. Knowing that I have to see my doctor in May and he expects me to be a bag of dog chow lighter, doesn't play a part at all :-Þ

The Prince Consort has already lost 30 pounds, that he put on post smoking cessation. The fact that he is doing it with me is a huge factor in my current positive mode. I am down 8 pounds so far and, hopefully, this is just the start. I am doing 40 minutes on our stationary bike and am seeing a trainer through work two times a week for the next six weeks. I loathe exercise with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns, so this is a big deal for me.

Lent is also a huge help. 40 days is a long time, but at least it is a block of time that I can focus on and deal with. Hopefully it will stick, but I am realistic and take it a day at a time.

I have decided that what may help me though my madness for sweet delights is to share a recipe now and then and close my eyes and pretend I can taste it. I have to say I am a pretty good cook and constantly torture myself by cutting out recipes to try in the future. It's kind of like an alcoholic holding an empty bottle. If you would like to try the recipe, by all means, enjoy... just think of me as you devour it!

Deadly Peanut Butter Fudge

Various Nectars of the Gods:
4 cups white sugar
1 cup light brown sugar
1/2 cup butter
1 (12 fluid ounce) can evaporated milk
1 (7 ounce) jar marshmallow creme (I prefer Fluff®)
1 (16 ounce) jar peanut butter (Jif®, the choice of PBaholics)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract (You will burn in Hell if you use imitation instead of pure extract)

Poetry In Motion:
Grease a 9x13 inch baking dish. In a medium saucepan over medium heat, combine sugar, brown sugar, butter and evaporated milk. Bring to a boil, stirring constantly, and boil for 7 minutes. (seems like forever, but it is worth it) Remove from heat; lovingly and with great glee, stir in Marshmallow Fluff® until well incorporated and melted. With a Salomé like movement, stir in peanut butter and vanilla until smooth and almost to the point where you would like to just eat it right then, but would be rushed to the ER to tend to the burns in your mouth; spread it in prepared pan like you are creating a priceless work of art. Let cool before cutting into squares.

I know... patience sucks, but it will be well worth it!

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Captain Fantastic's Silver Milestone

"In 30 years time, or if this club is still going in 500 years, he will still be one of its greatest ever players."

-- Sir Alex Ferguson

I love Roy Keane. I have Roy Keane scheduled to be my fourth husband. Man, he's dark, dangerous, damn sexy, and dreamy and I just dig him down to his bones. I literally have to wipe the drool from my mouth when he appears on the screen. He really does it for me. I cannot stress enough, how much I love Roy Keane. Not in the same way as I love the Prince Consort, but... I do have quite a bit of fiery lust in my heart for Roy. The Prince Consort understands this and humors me quite nicely.

In case any of you are thinking, "Who the hell is Roy Keane?", let me clue you in. He is the Captain of Manchester United and is one of the greatest midfielders that has ever played the game of football (soccer). He has been the mind, heart, body ... the cornerstone of Manchester United since he was purchased from Nottingham Forest in 1993. He has had a stellar career, not without scandal mind you, and he has been on the precipice of his 50th goal for sometime now. The 50th goal watch has been on for a while and I have been rooting for him with excitement and trepidation to reach this milestone. Every game it's... Is this the game? Will he overcome the 49th step that he has been teetering on?

Okay... now that the stage has been set.

This past Saturday, the Prince Consort and I were thrilled to be home together and watch Manchester United play Birmingham City. Picture this... game starts at 10 a.m. EST, we have hunkered down on the couch in our Man UTD regalia. The game started out a bit slow, with Man UTD giving us a few palpatations during the first half, but the excitement was in the air. I suddenly realize that I have to go to the bank (which is like two minutes away and closes at noon) to get some cash for the afternoon festivities we were having with the Flame of Cheshire and her Laird, The Chief. I also had to get more gourmet cuisine for the feline that owns us and lets us live with her. That store is also, VERY close. I am gone for literally 10 minutes and ....

The Gods decided to be cruel to me that day. When I arrived back, the Prince was nervously darting looks at me and I said.. "What? Did someone score?" He bravely said "Yes" ... I said "Who got it?" The pause was palpable and forboding... He reluctantly said "Who do you think?" I quietly said in a pathetic monotone "Not Roy... don't tell me it was Roy."... Ashen faced, he confirmed my worse fears. No sooner had I left ...*SOB* ... My Roy got his 50th goal.


All I can say, is thanks to our DVR, I was able to stop myself from careening down into a whirling Dervish frenzy. The Prince Consort rushed to rewind the footage, so that I could catch my breath and fill my self with the glow from Roy's glorious goal.

Enough of the sentimental, bittersweet, poignant memory.

Congratulations Roy! You deserve it. I LOVE YOU!!!

BTW... Roy, if you read this post and are concerned with my wellbeing, there is something that will soothe my savaged, tender, heart... Just e-mail me for the directions to my home. It will only take 3 or 4 hours ;^D

Stay cool and safe!

BTW... I assume all pictures are the property of Manchester United or other media outlets.

My favorite Bad Ass Marine

"Actually, it's a lot of fun to fight. You know, it's a hell of a hoot. ... It's fun to shoot some people. I'll be right up front with you, I like brawling."

"You go into Afghanistan, you got guys who slap women around for five years because they didn't wear a veil. You know, guys like that ain't got no manhood left anyway. So it's a hell of a lot of fun to shoot them."

-- Lt. General James N. Mattis

Put yourself in this scenario ... you are being shot at by a group of people who want to shoot you dead or capture you so they can slit your throat on video. You have a gun. A big gun. As you start blowing away the people who want to destroy you, you feel an adrenaline rush that pumps you up, because you realize you just saved your life and possibly several of the men or women that are with you. I would imagine that as the enemy casualties mount up and you are still safe and breathing, your adrenline would completely go through the roof. I would imagine that is one great, "fun" feeling.

Put yourself in this scenario ... you are a staunch feminist woman who is a huge N.O.W. supporter. You give to the local women's shelter and go to every event on the planet having to do with any kind of violence against women. You start to see yourself as a womyn warrior. You live in an apartment building, where you hear nightly arguments in the apartment above. You know that there is violence taking place and it infuriates you... to the point where you fantasize blowing the bastard away to stop the horrible suppression and abuse of the woman above. Yeah... it sure would be "fun" to kill that f*@#er!

Just think people. Get past your military prejudice. Stop being a pansy ass. Forget the politically correct BS. Who would you want on your side defending your right to breathe? I would be proud to be protected by any of the branches of our military, but I have to admit... being protected by a Marine would would probably make me see God... if you know what I mean ;^D They are machines. They are perfection. They are the best ... and I am so proud we can call them our own.

This is a pretty lame post, so I highly recommend you scoot over to The Indepundit, where Lt. Smash, once again writes it brilliantly!

And Lt. General James N. Mattis ... God Bless You and Semper Fidelis!

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A Coupla Coppolas ...

So, I was trying to decide what to blog about today. I am pretty bored and really have nothing in particular to spout off about. There are many news stories that tick me off, but I just don't have the energy to comment. My day has been pretty so, so. No big excitement, no big whoop, nada...

I was thinking, "Has anything momentous happened to me recently?" ... Ah, yeessss... got it...

I have a new love. Don't tell the Prince Consort though. The love affair need not affect our mutual devotion. My new sensual obsession is tall, dark, shiny smooth, and oozes silky flavor that goes down superbly... He fills me with warmth and sultry passion, beyond my wildest dreams. When I am through with him, I am totally sated. I couldn't be more relaxed, with the lovely taste of him that stays on my palate for hours. The bliss of my repast of him makes me weak.

Okay you swine, get out of the gutter...



I adore wine... I really adore wine. I absolutely LOVE this wine ... I want to elope with this wine!

I have a fabulous sister, who will hence forth be known here as the Flame of Cheshire. We love each other's company and we have much in common. Our interests are similar... you know those Royal interests: champagne, diamonds, wine, antiques, diamonds, jewelry, and of course... diamonds.

She was kind enough to include me in a private sale that was offered to her at a local shop. You see, grocery stores and liquor stores are kind of like my crack houses... I can't help but go beserk, especially when I have cash burning in my pocket. Anyhoo ...

One of the brands that were available were wines from the Niebaum-Coppola Winery. I knew that Francis Ford Coppola had bought a vineyard and basically brought it back from near ruin. I don't know anything about the Niebaum partner. I had always wanted to try the wines from there, but I never came across them locally. Needless to day I was thrilled. I bought a Merlot, Chardonnay, and Syrah. The Flame of Cheshire recently uncorked her Merlot and offered me a sampling. It was absolutely fabulous! Smooth... no bite that you normally find in the Australian Merlots... a lovely relaxing feeling overcame us... not so much a buzz, but just a *SIGH*. I suspect, better than valium!

I did some research on this particular vintage and this is the info from the winesheet I found at The Lifford Wine Agency

Grape Variety:
86% Merlot
14% Syrah

Alcoholic Content:
13.5%

Vineyards:
100% Paso Robles and Monterey County

Total Acidity:
0.57g/100ml

pH:
3.63

Barrel-aging:
12 months French oak

Winemaker:
Corey Beck

Vineyard Report:
Grapes for the Diamond Series Merlot come from the Coastal Valleys of Paso Robles and Monterey County. These vineyards are chosen specifically for their superb growing conditions. New World growing techniques of leaf pulling and crop thinning improve the quality of the grapes, allowing them to reach the correct balance and optimum ripeness. Here the grapes ripen in mid-October, which is ideal for maximum flavour and colour accumulation, and they are then hand picked to preserve their quality. By blending grapes from these regions, we can create a wine that promotes the attributes of each area and a wine that is truly complementary to its components. When the grapes are of such a high quality, the result is in the bottle.

Winemaker's Notes:
The Francis Coppola Diamond Series wines are made from grapes grown in California's coastal and inland valleys. These areas consistently provide optimal growing conditions necessary to produce wines of exquisite style. Rich and ripe, the Diamond Series wines represent the individual varieties, accentuated by oak barrel aging, resulting in complex and robust wines.

Tasting Notes:
Our Blue Label Merlot has brilliant, deep garnet colour with aromas of bright red cherries and clove spice. Supple red plum and black cherry flavours highlight the palate, with subtle notes of light milk chocolate and vanilla bean evident on the long finish.

Food Pairings:
Roasted pork chops, steak, baked rigatoni with seasonal vegetables

Silver Medal — 2004 San Francisco Chronicle Wine Competition

I highly recommend it... it has the Royal Seal of approval! Remember, don't drink and drive ... Marry a designated driver like I did!

Stay cool and safe!

He is so nice, they named him twice!

Today is a sad day for me. There is a deep, dark, chasm of despair in my heart that once was filled with light and love. I am in mourning for a loss that will take some time to get over. Here are a couple of pics that show perfectly what my dismay is all about.

Before the tragedy:



After the tragedy:



Those bastards at Manchester United sold away my Djemba-Djemba. Yes I will get through this... There will still be Keano, Smithy, Alfred E. Rooney, and the Angel Garbriel. But damn it... it won't be the same.

As you may be able to tell by the links to the left, I love the English Premier League. Being in the US, there is only so much English football available to watch on t.v. That is, unless you are from Manhattan and can live at Nevada Smiths.

Thank the Lord for Fox Sports World and Nick and Steven at Fox Football Friday, who bring me up to date every Friday at 9:00 p.m EST. Nick and Steven actually helped to save my marriage! But that is another story...

Back to Eric Djemba-Djemba. My husband, the Prince Consort, and I had a wonderful time this past Summer in Philadelphia seeing Manchester United play Glasgow Celtic. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it was fun. The day before the match, we were lucky enough to attend the practice session, where we met about 90% of the team and they were kind enough to sign our Man UTD flag and match day program. The players were very nice and polite, but out of all the people we met, the person that left the one of the biggest impressions was Eric Djemba-Djemba. He was smiling, laughing, and was just thrilled to be there, unlike those pansy ass Neville brothers, Phil and Gary. He gave the Prince and I just a great, positive vibe. Ever since then, I have been a Djemba-Djemba cheerleader! Just saying his name is fun too, try it!

Today, Sir Alex Ferguson sold him to Aston Villa, who I used to like, but now am their sworn enemy since my other favorite team, Sheffield United, beat them soundly! What am I to do? Do I suck it up and root again for Aston Villa or do I forsake the midfielder from Cameroon, who is so nice, they named him twice? I hope that he has a fabulous career and at least he will get more playing time.

Good luck Djemba-Djemba and thank you for your classy play and demeanor!

Stay cool and safe!