Archive for Deborah Lipp

More news from the dating wars

Personal ad sites try to show you ads that are matches when you log on. You say, “I’d like someone within 50 miles of my Zip, within 8 years of my age, with the following characteristics” and every time you log on they show you someone.

So okay, I got shown one that I didn’t like. The picture kinda creeped me, the text wobbled between smart, self-important, and bizarre, and the goal of the person was to create a poly group, which is something I’m not seeking.

Moving on, I see another ad. No photo, very brief text, but a little interesting, Wiccan, like that. I send a non-commital note: “It seems we have some things in common. What do you think?”

Guy writes back, saying he has two ads and suggesting I might like to learn more about him by reading the other. Sure enough, the other ad is the creepy one. So, polite note back, because after all, I’m the one who initiated contact: “Thanks, but this isn’t what I’m interested in. Best of luck to you.”

This is supposed to be the end.

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The Kittenblogging! It’s GONE!

Dear Goddess, the totally cutest picture of Mingo in full stretchcat mode. It’s GONE, I tell you, GONE!

Blip on the server? Accidentally clicked Delete? (How could I? I can barely find Delete when I need it?) Broken something in Florida because of storminess causing backup to previous version? Terrifying space monkeys? I just don’t know.

I’ll have to restore the cuteness later. For now, please pretend this post is cute.

Everyone should read this

Twice.

Book reviews are yummy and low-cal

Isaac shares some interesting thoughts about Amazon reviews. I haven’t had time to check his research, but it seems accurate and it’s kind of fascinating.

So, ditto what he said. If you like my books, please post reviews on Amazon. You can find links directly to the books’ Amazon pages here.

Today’s weird search terms

Seems people found this blog by searching for:

Octopussy Sari
“just dripping”
crossdress fifties
“i did it all for the cookie”
Wicca is an initiatory lineaged
female makeup wikipedia
vodka p.i.n.k
serenity love

Crossdress fifties? Huh.

How Psychic Are You?


You Are 70% Psychic


You are pretty psychic.
While you aren’t Miss Cleo, you’ve got a little ESP going on.
And although you’re sometimes off on your predictions…
You’re more often right than wrong
So go with your instincts – you know more than you think

Fun With Language: Bovine Edition

Today’s funnest sentence ever:

Never caress a calf.

Give a precise blow to the muzzle of the cow in the event of absolute need, is also darn fine.

Bridezilla shoes

My friend got married a couple of weeks ago, and today I was looking at the pictures on the web. You know those photographers that take twenty zillion pictures and put them all on the web and then you choose what to buy? Like that.

So, there are all the posed pictures (groom with best man, bride with mother, bride with father, groom with children from previous marriage…) and there are pictures of the ceremony, of the first dance, of the reception, and then there are pictures of…stuff.

There’s a close-up of the dress; just a big picture of some of the detail work on the buttons and beading. There’s a picture of the flower petals that were given out to throw at the couple instead of rice. A picture of a table setting, a picture of the cake. And at first I was thinking, these were nice memories, these were nice keepsakes. But it went on; more gown closeups, the veil, the tiara, and finally…the shoes.

Not with feet in them, mind you. Just the shoes. A full size, extra large shot of white satin shoes with rhinestone buckle. I believe you could read the brand name still embossed on the insole. This is when I understood.

It’s a fetish.

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I can’t believe that Lipp is as common a surname as that!

Check the popularity of your surname.

(Stolen from Amy.)

Katrina Grief

Today is the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, and it is Katrina Blogswarm day as well. Here’s my contribution.

Political writers better-informed than I can talk about the horrendous incompetent evil political shit of Katrina. New Orleanians can talk about the devastation from ground-level. I think and write best when I make it personal, and what is personal to me about Katrina is grief and the absence of grief.

Where is the grief? I have asked before when we, as a culture, became so gorram harsh. As a companion to that, when did we become so numb? We aren’t we hurting?

I can point especially to the far right; the Limbaughs and O’Reillys and their evil minions who are okay with torture and okay with the death of children and okay with the drowning of a city. But has it infected the rest of us? Because what I don’t see is just the sadness, just the sense of loss. From that would arise outrage; from that would arise the will to change.

We have seen the destruction of an American city, and we have grieved for a couple of weeks, and then we’ve gone back to Project Runway. I grieve for New Orleans, and I grieve for us, who are so numb, as well.