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After that it was pretty much "So long. Buh-buh bye bye!

Updated to add: Oh snap! She also had a track featured in the movie that made fall in love with Parker Posey, fall in lust with Guillermo Diaz (with hair!) and briefly entertain the idea of an education in Information Sciences, "Party Girl."

What is the one word that perfectly describes your day today?
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(Because least night's word was . . .  inebriated. One of M's friend had a birthday party. Supposedly it was a 70's theme party and oddly enough it was held in office building. The 70's ambiance was somewhat lacking. So something ticked in my head (and my head alone) and turned into my own private Dunder-Mifflin-- G'burg Branch party and I let loose with the silliness. Heading into the party, I think I was I still on Runner's Arm Shaker's high from a three hours of Mario & Sonic at the Olympics because I was acting goofy before the alcohol kicked in and got progressively goofier as the night wore on.  Apparently my nadir highlight of the night was pulling a party drape from the wall and doing a solo Paso Doble routine on the abandon dance floor set to the tune of "YMCA." My knees were immeditely aching from the twisting and swirling but my back felt it when I woke around eight this morning. I tried watching Condeleeza  and seeing if we were on the verge Cold War II: Apocalyptic Boogaloo but I fell back asleep,and woke up around one only to hear that I was in rare form last night.)

Constructed Criticism: Just Hit 'Send' on Those Helpful Insults - washingtonpost.com

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Ran across article on washingtonpost.com about passive-agressivepansy.com NiceCritic. It's site that send helpful messages" that takes the sting out of what you want really want to say ("Dude, ain't no question to whether you're working with balls or vajajay because I can clearly see your veiny mangerines.  You gone go sterile in those tight ass shorts!") and allows you say it more tactfully ("Your pants are a little tight today.") with added perk of saying it anonymously. So you know, I've got the use this Weapon of Mass Distraction for the purpose of evil. Fun evil. Not evil evil.

I've already sent a message to my happily single and happily childless co-worker to tell her, "Stories about your kids aren't interesting as they used to be." I'm contemplating launching a few anonymous messages and starting a civil war in [redacted] Department for making me come in on sick day and sort out their ever changing ticketing reservations.

When it comes administering real criticism, I think I'll keep handling it the way I always have. The healthy way! Keep on swallowing it down and wait patiently for the day I either stroke out, kirk out, or feel the urge to write a strongly worded blog post which the offending party will never read.

Share one of your favorite quotes.

Terri

"I don't know what he's packing, balls or vajayjay, but he needs to work that out. I ain't got no babies, ain't nobody sucking on my tittties, so please, man up." -- Terri from Project Runway expressing her dissatisfaction  with her project partner's  tentativeness on last night's episode. 

Yang Peiyi

I'd made plans to sneak over to China and adopt Lin Hao (just as long as I could convince Yao Ming to come along with us), but now I feel compelled to rescue young Yang Peyi, the Martha Wash of the Bejing Olympics.. Although her voice was good enough, her looks weren't good enough for certain Chinese officials. So they pulled her from the opening cermony and some little hussy  other girl lip-sych to her track. Totalitarianism and religous suppression? Eh. Triflling with a little seven year-old's self-esteem? HOW DARE THEY!!!!

Olympic Lip-Syncher Outed After Opening-Ceremonies Switch - News Story | Music, Celebrity, Artist Ne

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If you were one of the estimated 1 billion people around the world who tuned in to the opening ceremonies of the Olympics on Friday night, there were several moments where you probably said, "Wow! No way!" As it turns out, you had reason to be skeptical about some of the amazing visual and vocal...

Share a song that gets you psyched to exercise.  

"Now we are not afraid, although there's much to fear [coronary, heat stroke, charlie horse's] . We were moving mountains long before we know could [and long before we admitted our waist had expanded four inches]. There  can be miracles when you believe . . ."

Obama Hand Fan

My "mother-in-law" has taken over my study is visiting. She came in yesterday-- the same day that I found she was visiting. So I really didn't have time to clean up my study. Well, I did but I figured since M only got around to telling the day of her arrival, he should do the grunt work. I did a bit, dusted, assembled my sewing notions and put them in the kit (had to invest in one when I started loosing a lot buttons on pants that I need to donate and quit trying to my fat ass into), and hid away things no mother needs to see.

M got sidetracked and we were given the impression that she wouldn't be sleeping over because brought her gentleman friend along. I was kind of tickled by the fact that M was adamant about the fact that he would allow the two of them to stay the night together under his roof. Of course he didn't tell her this but a mother knows and wants to spend time with her spoiled rotten son. So did end up staying with us, other accommodations where made for her friend and M ended up trying to pick up my room a little after she arrived with her three-year-old grandson, her constant companion, in tow.

While they were in the back, the grandson and I played Wii. I even played nice  and let him win a few Mari Kart races. I guess either M or his Mom came across my Obama hand fan. Don't ask me why I got it. The air conditioner in my house is always set to arctic. It's been a minute since I been to a church that preaches hellfire and brimstone so convincingly that you feel the flame licking at your feet and the only thing you got to beat them back is a hand fan. I guess I wanted to be armed on the off chance that I do go. Then again, that's the day they start preaching about any icy dungeon for the faithless, cowardly, polluted, idolators and all liars and instead of fan I',m taking a scarf to church.   

And apparently it will be a cold day in hell, before my mother-in-law votes for Obama-- or McCain.

"I'm not voting!" she said. "I don't like Obama and I don't like that McCain. I'm almost seventy-years-old, I want to see a woman in the White House." Of course,  that stirred up a twinge of voter's remorse. A feeling that's being tailing me over the course of the summer, starting around June 7.  My inner Pollyanna is hoping that I'm the first (of thousands) to find out that my mother-in-law indeed has a reason to vote which will probably be them same day I'm taking a scarf to church.  

Yesterday Bernie Mac. Today? Isaac Hayes dies at the age of 65.

Isaac Hayes

Here's a wonderful performance from "Wattstax."

Good thing Morgan Freeman had his accident last week or we may have been looking at a thress situations like PASS8LUVR suggested. I'm gonna use my limited pull with the higher power and bind that up. Death can't take anymore talented black (or white) entertainers this weekend. God, I know I was cussing and carrying on about Bill Cosby and his contract demands (No paid advertising? A spreadsheet with folks e-mails and ages?!). So I need you to coat and cover him. Keep a special watch on B.B. and Poitier  too. Amen.

RIP Isaac.