you missed it!...

only luva herself was sharp enough to catch the latest long and winding mental explosion quasi-collaboration entry here in the land of candoor... and Luva is an all-powerful member of many secret societies here at Dland and around the next and the opportunity to comment and therein gain some audience with her magnificense does not come around every day (except at her diary, but don't bring up the obvious when I am creating the illusions of grandeur)...

hark, all is not lost... you still have the good fortune and opportunity to read and comment on the immortal (if slightly outdated) words of the great and powerful Luva... just click back an entry and sit down with a bowl of popcorn or whatever and your beverage of choice and be amazed by your good luck...

and today (what more brown snowse jobs?... naaa, you know every word I write is sincere... well, except when I am mocking someone with love, then only the love part is sincere, but secrets like those are better left untold, or told rarely, so don't pass it on)... I was enjoying catching up with one of the stalwarts here at Dland (she's been around and one of the most read DLanders forever), trancejen, and was cheering to see happy excited moods (except for that dang smoking habit she loves so much, dig dig from another wanna-be healthy hippie tree-hugger)... Jen is one of the most consistently inspirational and funniest writers out there so if you haven't been through her archives, you are missing a great diaryland experience...

and she got me thinking about Journal-Con...

I would have gone to Journal-Con this year (I was even invited, personally, in a email... shocked the crap out of me that one of the elite DLanders noticed me, what with me being the humble, modest, shy, private, closet-diarist that I am... I think that email is in the laptop that died, so I never responded with a thank you or anything cuz I {eeep} don't remember who sent it... who sent it?... that question drives me crazy when I think about it because I'd really like to shout and and thank you... so if you invited me and don't mind letting me know you did, I'd appreciate it)...

that's me, passing up every opportunity for fame and fortune...

alas, too many expenses and other things filled up this time of year... here are just a few that come to mind:

last night was Berry's bridal shower...

first weekend of November is her wedding weekend...

second weekend of November: a trip to Gainsville to rescue some rats...

and then what with not nearly recovering from September and October more than thrice monthly income expenses each month and the surprise $500 brake job last week and the tires definitely needed before the weekend trips next month, I don't even want to think about Berry's birthday yet, no less Precious's birthday in December and (eeep eeep) the gift-giving holidays of the end of the year...

I'll pay a year's salary for a winning lottery ticket*...

of course that would be 2007's salary, cuz heck, I've all but already paid next year's salary for expenses and gifts and such for this year...

I hope there are many people out there scrambling around to buy lottery tickets hoping they can find a winning ticket so they can sell it to me... heck, I'll triple the offer to the first one...

meanwhile, back to reality... I'll be lucky if I can recover back to a positive balance in expenses before next Spring... rich people, feel free to donate your extra money to me...

alas...

as if I have problems (here comes a slap of cold hard real reality), I am not sure how much fear and how much laziness has kept me out of the gym this week (except for that one time in the midst of a visitation be the marvins and the lonelies in a previous entry), but irreverence has kept me afloat as I pondered my own mortality while waiting for my doctor visit (Friday morning) so I could find out when I am going to die...

I joke, mostly...

but Mare had to deal with the real thing, losing her 25 year old brother to a heart attack earlier this month...

now that is scary...

she's in San Diego at the moment, hopefully enjoying Journal-Con (you oughta know I believe life should be celebrated when death comes a knocking) as much as she can... she's with friends and some of the greatest people online, so we can all send even better thoughts than usual and life shall go on...

as for me, my doctor, dear Dr. Francestein, loved the blood pressure numbers... 110/70 (two different people took it twice each on both arms to be sure and they all got those same numbers)... amazing what doubling the meds (and a few other adjustments) will do in just one day... in all actuality, I fooled them... but I told her, so it wasn't really cheating...

whatever do I mean, you ask... well, I drastically changed my diet three days before the check-up, cut out all salt and sugar and caffeine and ate oatmeal only, dropped six pounds, drank no fluids for 12 hours before the check-up, deliberately avoided all stressors (and succedded in actually doing it), doubled the meds in the last eight hours before the time of the check-up, and probably did a few other things that I am forgetting...

too many variables...

but still good results... meanwhile, the liver still doesn't seem to like something going on in this body... maybe it's the meds... but even the thought of that Dr. Francestein screams stroke, stroke (and she's not a coxswain, after all... what?) and looks at me sharply... you should see Dr. F's sharp looks, they can cut diamonds...

not to avoid anything or anything, but I have a minor complaint for the gods of the internet... I see I am still getting visitors from the entry in which the Blogathon Director publically and obviously lied about me in order to make herself seem more amusing or somehow look good... if you came from there, you should know that those comments she attributes to me were not written by me, but by her for her own reasons...

it is not fair for the Director of a supposed charity drive to lash out in any way (no less lie, curse, or insult publically) at one of the people pushing themselves to their mental and physical limits to support that drive...

I also do not think it's fair for the Director of said charity drive to tarnish the integrity of said charity drive by seeking to use the popularity of said charity drive to collect money for a very questionable 'charity' that's status as a legal charity makes one question the government regulations on such organization that allow the legal claim to be charities...

this brings me to the actual reason for the complaint (no, none of that was it, that was just venting the bits of steam built up since early August when I made the mistake of getting involved with Blogathon this year)... I know, dear internet gods, this is a very long complain and not really a prayer and I am testing your patience, but you're gods, after all, full of infinite patience and understanding and all that good stuff, right?...

ok, I'll get to the point...

the problem is the something that 2005 Director of Blogathon created for me personally by violating my privacy and using her power as Blogathon Director to fuel her deliberate vindictive action...

she put my email address (which she only had because I signed up for Blogathon 2005, so don't believe Blogathon rules that say they will not use your email address for nefarious purposes) up in an entry lying about me and encouraging people to email me based on her lies... it was on her personal site and luckily, apparently nobody actually reads her personal site because I've yet to receive any hate mail from her readers, even though she encouraged a this hate group to engage their fight dirty (which includes, but is not limited to: "crank calls, jelly, tough looks, meanness and violence" according to their own documentation but her mean-spirited action during a charity drive has made it difficult for you, dear new readers, to email me...

beyond lying about me, posting words I did not write under my signature, misrepresenting my character, integrity, fashion sense, body size, sexual ability, gender, and generally insulting my dear sweet belly which has had several entries right here in candoorland dedicated to it, she put my email address up on the web without any SPAM protection (that's the serious point)...

if you've tried emailing me and have received no response, it's likely that your email is lost in SPAM filters I created because she exposed my email address to spiders (programs that sweep the internet for email addresses and sell them to junk mailers)... I've started reverse filtering recently, which means if you are not in my address book you are not getting into my Inbox...

that, for me and you who wish to email me, is the sad result of my enthusiastic participation in this year's Blogathon...

if it gets worse, I'll close this diary and starting a new one that is not being SPAM-attacked...

if you want to email me, and I hope you do, please let me know through some other means, note, comment, guestbook, another diary, snailmail, or phone (links and info are on the left)... and thanks to you for going to the trouble of helping me deal with this latest little internet meanness...

finally, after participating in Blogathon for the past three years, I'd be very careful getting involved or talking about Blogathon from now on... and if you decide to contribute, check out the validity and purpose of the charity your contributing to and make sure it's not a scam or something supportive self-abuse or something you do not agree with...

mock me, will you?!...

Charlie Manson shares a birthday with my friend!...

insert cheesy evil grin...

on to more serious fun thoughts, I found some great (and some awful, which has nothing to do with the Director of Blogathon) old-time Halloween pictures... I'll pass along more Halloween finds in the next week... if you find fun Halloween sites or information, I hope you pass them along too...

and finally, on a much more fun and happy way of concluding this entry (I think... that is, I think we are coming to the conclusion of this entry), I just checked out Sippy's Grampa Hubaboo and I hope he likes me cuz I don't have any other family... same goes for her Gramma Hubaboo (who's site looks so impressively professional to me that I feel like I should find a suit and tie to put on, or at least iron a shirt or something before I visit)... meanwhile, I've learned that falling in love with the seductively odd Sippy will require some study... for instance, this is a sample of her language:

Twig Twig means Greetings! Friend!
Coffee filters are Humbly Bubbles
Popcorn is Pippity Pop
Long Underwear is called Eggy Leggies
Pins or needles are called Prickly Prim Prims
Pots and Pans are called Sizzly Skates
A lint roller is called a Wuzabear
A vacuum cleaner is called a Gobbly Nozzle

now I do realize that many have overcome a language barrier to live happily ever after, but there's usually some book to refer to that might help learn the other person's language or a country where you can go to immerse yourself in the language and learn... in this case I will simply have to immerse myself in Sippy...

update: I just found a comment from Gramma Hubaboo in my very own comments and that so pleases me to punch (the drink, not the violent act... and just where might the phrase pleased as punch have come from anyway?>... Punch and Judy?... spiked punch?... a boxer after a knockout blow?... feel free to enlighten me if you know and I'll be even more pleased... and while we're on the subject, what is the next level up from pleased as punch anyway?) because family matters (not the TV show, but the statement), especially to me cuz I've got none biologically...

I've gotta go now, the World Series just started...

*Offer only valid for a winning lottery ticket in the amount of twice my annual salary for the fiscal year in which the lottery winnings are collected**

**Offer not valid in countries that will not allow me in to collect and leave with the money, Bangladesh, or public toilets....

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