We all have our ‘About’ Pages. Who really ever reads them?(I do)
Here is mine, in case you may have missed it.
(And No! This is not some vain fantasy; just a clarification)
By Way of Introduction (UPDATED 11 July) Bugs Bunny
Hail Yes and Merrily Met!
My name is Lance Marcom and These Pages will be my Home for the foreseeable future. All are welcome here–welcome to compliment, deride, disparage, commiserate, cajole, rant, rave, fawn, frown–In short, all comments will be appreciated.
This VirginDe-flowered Slut Blog O’ Mine will contain Tall Tales, Short Tales, Middlin’ Tales, Major Tales, Minor Tales…
Tales of Amusement, Tales of Adventure, Tales of Larceny, Tales of Woes, Tales of Foes, Tales of Loves Won & Lost, Tales of Fortunes Achieved & Squandered, and much more as becomes my wont…
Tales From Texas, The Middle East, The Far East, The Near East, The Southeast, The South Coast, The South Pacific,The Left Coast, The Old World, and Perhaps Even Oklahoma…
But most importantly, I wish this to be a place for my guests to enjoy, for:
“No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en.”
(That’s Shakespeare, Y’all.)
Just For Fun Y’all, I am going to throw a new video (or quote, or some other surprise nonsense) up here everyday. Why? You may ask.
Because I think an ‘About Page’ should be ever-changing and dynamic, just as the Person it is purported to be “About” is ever-changing and dynamic.
Therefore, I upload some of my favorite stuff here. Daily (usually)
So… here goes for 11 July: Albuquerque (I had the opportunity to live there, once.) For, you see, my mom took a wrong turn at Moriarty… hence: young lives changed. For some forever.
Hope you enjoy.
And please do not forget to listen to what was my mantra while cooling my heels in Amman Jordan in late ’07
The Best of the Hitchslap
Bullshit Legal Stuff:
I Suppose it is Time (alas):
All This Shit Is Copyrighted. Please Respect that, for:
“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.” –Shakespeare
Someone once posited the idea that good posts always challenge the reader with a question (“This invites discourse”)
I cannot disagree, but by the time I finish my posts. I am all ‘discoursed out’.
That said, ’tis good advice. So, here is my million-dollar question:
“How many of y’all ever go to the ‘about’ page ‘ere you ‘follow’? I know I do. And for just one important reason: Sometimes we are misled and by being misled, we tend to ‘say’ things that are offensive to the blogger. Therefore, I like to get a ‘feel’ if you will, of the person’s blog I am about to comment all over. I do not aim for controversy, but I seem to land there more often than not.
Point is… know your audience and never purposely offend.
That I find myself reposting this one. But in light of the recent Supreme Court decision regarding, ‘Hobby Lobby’, I just cannot keep quiet. If my words offend, I apologize now for the offense. But I never apologize for my mores. Some things won’t change.
Cheers to all my friends and readers. I am nothing, if not sincere.
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: a situation in which you have to make a difficult choice
If you stare at this long enough, the clouds start to move. Go ahead, try it. (You know you want to)
I really want to quit posting for today and I really want to visit all my friend’s blogs and I really want to make some really witty and cool statements so that they will really love me…and yet… I cannot shut the fuck up.
But I always tell me, I say, “Hey! Me! You can make new friends out there!”
I say, “But I love the friends I have already made.”
“Fuck ’em! The other me says.”
I grow some balls and kick my ‘other me to the curb.”
Why? Because a friend lost, hurts me.
(You thought I was gonna say ‘really’ didn’t ya?)
Especially, if it comes from my vanity and my stupid forgetful lazy neglect. That hurts the worst.
Because, that one… should be preventable.
Therefore I leave you with this (Yes. I did have a point)
How many out there feel or felt upon one time, that you were just a “Doll Part?”
(Yeah, that sounds gay)
And NO Offense to any of my gay friends out there: it is just an expression. (I think–if it offends–let me know)
(Really–now you just knew–I had to slip that last one in, under some covers)
Get over it.
Answer the question and move on.
*End of Rant*
Below is a visual aid:
Ed. Note: Lance is one stupid son of a bitch.
This video below is significant to many of my friends who have suffered domestic violence. In the dark recesses of my feeble fucking mind, I knew this, yet I put the video in anyway.
Why? Because I love Love (Courtney)
That is no excuse. I need some sensitivity training. I am going to leave the video in this post, but now for different reasons: People Need To Wake Up To The Fact that here in this country and all over the world, there are women being abused.
Right NOW. Something has to be done. To quote Christopher Hitchens:
“The quickest way to end poverty is to empower women. Empower woman. Give them control of their reproductive bodies. Give them education. Let them have jobs.”
That is a paraphrase. But you can Google it, or I will do it for you. Next time I edit this stupid, thoughtless, insensitive post.
New Ed. Note: As promised hours ago…
And here we go with….Lenny!
And Yes! I am going to continue to post shit that is on my mind. Ad nauseam.