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When Lost in the Crenshaw District of L.A., Sacrifice The Blond

Jessica Lang in King Kong 1976

In an effort to end my, shall we say discomfort, Kahlil decides to speed up this catastrophe and ask directions from SOME RANDOM SHIFTLESS PERSON standing on the street corner. But not just any corner – Kahlil chooses the corner on my side of the car. I’d like to know what’s wrong with his side of the bulletproof car? Oh, that’s right: Sacrifice the blond. That’s what they always do in the movies. . . . → Read More: When Lost in the Crenshaw District of L.A., Sacrifice The Blond

Flirting with Disaster: Dating Exiled Afghani Royalty

A random medalion - not Kahlil's.

I asked, “What’s up with the window?”, pinching the 3/4-inch-thick glass between my finger and thumb. Kahlil (with an accent), very matter-of-fact, “The Mercedes is bullet proof. The doors are also reinforced. My family sends me one every year.” Me, “Oh.” (Obviously, he was dating me for my razor-sharp wit.) . . . → Read More: Flirting with Disaster: Dating Exiled Afghani Royalty

Once Upon a Time in Malibu

Malibu from the air. Photo by Doc Searls.

My (Preconceived) Idea of Malibu vs. Reality: You’ve probably seen celebrities profiled on popular shows like TMZ or in the news: They’re always hanging out in Malibu, often getting DUIs, getting into fights, or being “seen with so-and-so”. This lead to my first preconceived idea: Malibu is a hotspot of celebrity activity! . . . → Read More: Once Upon a Time in Malibu

Billy Joel & Elton John ROCKED the House!

Oh, and to the wasted chick singing and dancing like a drunken zombie when everyone was seated: No more coke for you. . . . → Read More: Billy Joel & Elton John ROCKED the House!

Facebook Addicts Anonymous 12 Steps

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Facebook Addicts Anonymous 12 Steps . . . → Read More: Facebook Addicts Anonymous 12 Steps

Tribbles In The Kibbles

Three tribbles in the kibbles.

Three tribbles in the kibbles.

My cat, and love of my life, is named Checkers. Yes, I’m a blond-haired, blued-eyed, often goofy, single female who lives with a cat.

Yeah, yeah, I’m busy perpetuating all the stereo-types. My parents are very proud. Let’s move on, shall we?

Those of you who have cats may like this, those of you who don’t may still find it curious.

She has several nearly identical toys: round balls of fur about 2 inches across. They are not unlike the Tribbles in the original Star Trek episode, The Trouble With Tribbles. She will bat these around the living room, and then at some point when I’m not looking she carries each one to the food dish and drops them in.

What I have yet to figure out is whether this is because she thinks they are food (therefore belonging in the dish with the kibbles), or because she thinks they need food because she thinks of them as animals. She will occasionally groom them, so my guess is the latter.

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Kernut? What the heck is a “kernut”? . . . → Read More: Hello world!