Fuck Me!

Bad Ass!

Not being a fan of Rammstein ‘s music I have never really looked out for them (vibrators aside). 

Who knew they did this in their shows (apart from Redscylla, who has probably been burnt by these very flamethrowers and who therefore does not count in the above question!)

Jeez, Redz, it must be living on the edge to go to one of their shows!

I’m Sorry, Redz. Really. I am.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But this IS what most of us thought the first time we saw a hairless cat.

Funny Pictures - It takes your foot pelts to weave one of its own...

 

 

 

 

 

 

It Takes Your Foot Pelts To Weave One Of Its Own… – ICHC After Dark.

WordPress versus Vox Part One

Pro – Has the ability to edit comments. When you just typed know instead of knot, it is nice to be able to change that.

Con – Does not have that neighbourhood feeling. All subscribed posts in a list – yes WP has that, But you have to click on each one to read it, then go back to do the same for the next one. Longgg!

Pro – Other people’s complaints aside, I find the interface smoother and MUCH less likely to crash.

Con – Not sure I like the way tagging works.

Pro – Categories are great!

Anyone got more?

 

mp3eme VOX: Food Edition

FANTASTIC MIX.

Editing Old Posts

I am going through my old posts from Vox, editing them to add categories.

Things I have found out doing this:

a) it’s good to have your Category list in your sidebar. That way, you can click, say, Music, and get all my posts categorised Music. If you click on the category underneath the post, you get all posts from all of WP.

b) quick edit means you can change categories and tags without having to load the edit page. Makes it (as the name suggests) a quick edit!

c) if there is music or video in the post, I am having to add new vids, to replace music and old videos. They still link to Vox. Which is still there saying Vox is closed.

d) it’s quite a lot of fun. Reading old posts, I mean.

Saw This, and thought of Redscylla

Don’t know why

demotivational posters - SURE, YOU COULD PICK JUST ONE

5 Word Challenge: Monochrome, Stilted, Affluent, Trestle and Anachronism

How it works: Write an entry of any length or style using five assigned words. Bold the five words. Tag your blog post with ‘5wordchallenge’ and any other tags you wish to add. Feel free to pingback to this post or provide a link to your entry in comments.

This week’s words were chosen by Ross: monochrome, stilted, affluent, trestle and anachronism

If you’d like to select words for an upcoming challenge, chat with MsRedPen on her blog, DM her on Twitter, or send a message through the Vox Diaspora Yahoo! group or the ExVox forum.

I am in The Forwards, looking at this anachronism from my past. The mattress resting on the trestle is as battered as I remember. In those less affluent times, it was my bed for many years. I would pull the mattress from under Aunt Flo’s bed, get the two trestles from the side of the wardrobe, together with a sheet of plywood. First the plywood, then the mattress went on the trestles.  I could not sit on my bed – the mattress overhung the plywood by 6 inches or more all the way round. So I tended to sleep curled up in a ball in the centre of the bed, a habit which remained into adulthood and ultimately led to my divorce.

My ex came from a family fallen on hard times through gambling and a stilted awkwardness. He saw me as someone who would save him. He had a tendency to see the world in monochrome, for people to be either his salvation or his damnation. When he realized I would not, could not, save him, I became his enemy so quickly that even I, who had been expecting this turnaround, was amazed at the speed with which he expunged me from his life.

It was a bitter divorce. Even though I agreed to all his demands except one, gave up money and possessions as though they were unimportant, he still could not accept that I would not let him take Aunt Flo’s house. “It needs too much work”, he would say, “Let me pay for it, and you can buy a new house”. He wanted to sell the land for redevelopment; I wanted to cling to the only bit of my past remaining.

So I start again, back in this place, this house.  I toss the mattress into the garden to wait for the bin men to come; I may want to hang onto my past, but that doesn’t include stained, smelly mattresses!