Monday morning missive on poop

A friend of mine sent me this picture of a sign posted in the French Quarter and for some reason is really cracks me up. I dunno if it’s how the guy is squatting (instead of the dog) or perhaps the dark mound of poop that looks like it is being pushed into a cup with the guy’s arm (as his hands seem to be missing). There is something almost nasty disgusting on many levels about the “pick up pets poop” sign that ya have to love it.

Thanks for sending me the picture IH :)

HIV awareness march UK - London

HOW TO DONATE - SO VERY EASY


This is my best friend for well since I was 5 years old. She is walking (as I am typing for a wonderful cause) I am going to leave this up as I would love to have some of you Sponsor her effort for the fight on HIV.

It is very easy and I know from years of being a board member and advocate she and her causes are ultimate. Just because I did this today does not mean your effort goes to naught - just do it and "it" will make you feel better. If nothing else check out Kinkysex a fab band that her company is rep' in.

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A missive from my dear friend Melissa Holston:

MY DEAREST SWEETEST KINDEST AND MOST PATIENT AND INDULGENT DARLINGS

Just a quick note to reassure all of you that despite threatening weather predictions I will be sallying forth on Sunday as planned. Those of you who have already sponsored me rest assured I intend to do you proud,
To those who have yet to pledge my original grovel stretches before you in all it's abject toadying pleading...

Yes I'm afraid it's that time of year again - it's my abject grovel for sponsorship as I prepare to sally forth once more, this year on 7TH JUNE, to raise money to combat the scourge of prejudice, injustice and HIV.
Please be the absolute angels I know you are and sponsor me...
With the date for this year's walk fast approaching, I thought it high time to cast aside all shame at importuning and get right down to positively grovelling for sponsorship- in the fond hope that some of you lovely people might take pity on my school days flashback nightmare and sponsor me.
For this year's special feature: I'm inviting my friends to join me as well!
A Severe muscle strain this year has meant that high heels and a quick time are probably out of the question so I invite any of my chums who fancies a trot round London for charity to join me!
Last year I hit upon a scheme to record a podcast impression of the day, but found I actually can't stand the sound of my own voice - no, I know, I couldn't believe it either but I may well try again so I should also be carrying a digital voice recorder so feel free to share any stories or impressions.

Those who have known me longest will certainly also boggle at the idea of me walking 10k and in light of the embarrassing recent sunstroke incident armed with an umbrella against rain or sun alike and usually on heels -though sadly this year due to residual injury I fear that we may have to forgo the heels but surely the image alone is worth a tiny pledge.

It's relatively painless to sponsor me through the Walk web-page by clicking this link
http://www.walkforlife.co.uk/public_individual_sponsorship.php?ID=1822 – it’s possibly the quickest and most cost-effective way for Crusaid to receive your donation. And if you’re a UK taxpayer, Gift Aid means that an extra 28% in tax will be added to your donation at no cost to you. Alternatively see me with cash/cheque in person and I'll enthusiastically add it to the total.
Last year we raised a massive total of £211 including gift aid and my heart swells with pride and gratitude. I am humbled by your generosity and your faith in me, particularly as I know some of you who contributed so generously did not receive your thank you notes of which more below. I know this year has been hard on everybody's pockets so any thing you feel able to proffer will be mentally clasped to my bosom with cries of joy!

Crusaid remains a cause very close to my heart: a UK charity dedicated to helping poor and marginalised people affected by HIV and AIDS. Your support will help Crusaid to continue its vital work.

I have seen tremendous advances in the fight against HIV/AIDS. Crusaid has been a huge part of that and always with a spirit of hope and celebration.
There's still have so much to do.
So Please be a blessed angel and sponsor me - whatever honorarium suits your pocket will be superb.
I prostrate myself at your fluffiest slippered feet.
Thank you for your support.
MELISSA
XXXXXX

So please sponsor me now!
have I said that already?

A final serious note!
It has come to my notice that some of those who sponsored me last year did not receive their thank you and consequently felt ignored, slighted and more than a little miffed
Therefore this year just as I prepare this missive personally rather than rely on the site standard message I assure you I will make sure that I contact all of you and make sure you know the high esteem in which you're held - that you're a gorgeous, incredibly generous, sensitive and charismatic individual and i shall be indebted to you to the end of your days or the next time you need the favour reciprocated.



Melissa
THE L♡VE PEOPLE
and kinky's ex
Tyger's HeArt Beats
Tyger's HeArt Records
Passion and Compassion in Music
Tyger's HeArts Multimedia
www.tygers-heart.co.uk
MYSPACE.COM/thelovepeople
myspace.com/kinkysexmusicvibes
proud to support
http://www.crusaid.org.uk/ AND www.walkforlife.co.uk

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I looked at this cover for the actual “Wild Life and Fisheries” magazine as done by “game wardens” who have guns and the power to arrest and confiscate your fish; and well I could not stop looking at it.

On so many levels did I find this offensive that I just kept looking and looking?

Why did I find it offensive?

There is a little girl holding (yes I know) a BB gun with a fake Bambi then LSU all over her clothes/ hat on the ground: Damn right there is something that just does not sit with me about this as a front cover, but what?

My boss said it was in taste with the magazine as the people who subscribed (guess he IS ONE or we just sold them ice machines) would think this is FINE as this how Northern Louisiana raises their kids. BW I mean no offense, because you said you would not have your twins on the cover, but you did defend it.

My response was well shit!!! all the kids that kill kids in school use guns and so having a little baby girl holding a gun - regardless of bb or not is hideous. He said that most kids here are trained from birth with the use of guns. My point was so were all the Columbine and many other rural kids. They had access and knew HOW to use the guns which is why they were so successful in killing their class mates.

I am still so very appalled at this COVER like its okay? It is not okay to place a gun and a fake bambi deer with a small child and call it “art” cover page. I would be less offended by a dead beheaded deer with blood smacked on the hunters face. There is a message that is being sent that just seems so reckless and haphazardly wrong that my brain throbs.

So this just gives a bad message? Is it just me? My co- workers think I am insane; especially when they thought I was going to cancel the subscription and let Wild Life(and the red neck wardens) know what I think. Hey these Wild Life and Fishery Dudes carry guns and have a right to arrest – they are employees of the State. Why put a cute baby with a gun and LSU all over her with bow on LSU hat on the front page? God it disgusts me.

Well I did write a letter on my own and had no response, who figures... but it does give me a large insight to how the minds of Louisiana RED NECKS work.

Please let me know how you feel. Like I said this is the cover of a major State of Louisiana publication and I still can not wrap my mind around the appropriateness given all the child killings we have had in the past 10 years. Kids that are by products of red neck gun owners who feel they have taught their kids to be respectful of guns. Yeah right just enough gun teaching to kill their classmates, with no soul teaching about right and wrong – just the justification of the hunted killing the hunter. Hopefully the little girl on this cover will have high self esteem... god forbid it comes back to haunt this publication; for I will have the copy and remind them if she goes amok.

NO BW – I did not use your company name; I simply did a named unheard comment about something I feel is not only offensive but irresponsible.

My strange sense of humor

The Monkey

A guy walks in to a bar with his pet monkey. He orders a
drink and while he's drinking the monkey jumps all around
the place. The monkey grabs some olives off the bar and
eats them. Then he grabs some sliced limes and eats them.
Then he jumps on to the pool table, grabs one of the
billiard balls, sticks it in his mouth, and to everyone's
amazement, somehow swallows it whole.

The bartender screams at the guy, "Did you see what your
monkey did?"

The guy says, "No, what?"

"He just ate the cue ball off my pool table -- whole!"

"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy. "He eats
everything in sight, the little idiot. Sorry. I'll pay for
everything." The man finishes his drink, pays his bill,
pays for the stuff the monkey ate and leaves.

Two weeks later, he's in the bar again, and his pet monkey
is with him. He orders a drink and the monkey starts
running around the bar again. While the man is finishing
his drink, the monkey finds a maraschino cherry on the
bar. He grabs it, sticks it up his butt, pulls it out and
eats it.

The bartender is disgusted. "Did you see what your
monkey did now?" he asks.

"No, what?" replied the guy.

"Well, he stuck a maraschino cherry up his butt, pulled it
out and ate it!" said the bartender.

"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy. He still
eats everything in sight but, ever since he swallowed that
cue ball, he measures everything first."

thanks bw :)

Quincy Verdun Show

various behinds - raspootin should try for more flattering candid shots... oh well good thing she had control of the camera

Picture of the artist and his culinary chef friend; raspootin needs to write peoples names down to remember.


Another extremely flattering shot taken by raspootin. Raspootin is hoping round about this time that no one else had a camera...


The artists friends and family - oh no raspootin sees that guy back there with the camera; hope there are no retaliation shots...


back gallery Quincy with his sister (make note again to write down names) with mr sutton in the back ground hard at work selling his stuff at the other guy's show; all is fair in love, war and the art business.


Group shot!!!
Leon(quincy's brother - youngest) "______" oldest brother Quincy "______" middle brother and "_____" sister. Dont ask raspootin why she remembered Leon's name. She must just have a selective memory when it comes to good looking dark haired men! By the by Leon's Wife "_____" damn can't remember her name was one of the best ladies rapsootin has met in a long time :)

Galerie Royale did not sell anything but we went through a case of wine so I know that at the very least everyone had a splendid time.

Take a look at Quincy's work and if ya tell me you saw it here I will give you the raspootin special friend price :) hahaha

yes life is full of unpleasant little surprises...

I was told that I should write a little something with this post. Why the picture? Because the look on that little boy's face reminds me of my how my Dad would look at me or my brother and sister whenever our hands got even near our noses. We would be "daddy we're not picking we're itching" and he would just give us "the look" the same one that boy is giving his sister. Then he would mutter something about kids being really gross.

Just made me laugh. I was having this very conversation on Sunday with a friend of mine and it made me laugh then too.

boogers and children; got a love it all... then to just keep the 'grossness going" why I said unpleasant little surprises; well that is what my mom called any errant boogies found hiding under furniture, on the wall etc. Of course that was not me; that would be the doing of Raspootin's siblings. At least to the best of my memory none of us did the truely disgusting; which would be the slight of hand; booger from nose to mouth :)

post 420 :)

Chicago Tribune cartoon 1934:


This is interesting and telling; and yes Frank it does look familiar.



and this is hillarious ... nasty but funny.


The Thingee Study.... The University of Georgia funded a study to see why the head of a man's thingee was larger than the shaft. After 1 year and $180,000, they concluded that the reason that the head was larger than the shaft was to give the man more pleasure during sex.

After they published the study, the Florida State decided to do their own study. After $250,000 and 3 years of research, they concluded that the reason the head was larger than the shaft was to give the woman more pleasure during sex.

Louisiana State University, unsatisfied with these findings, conducted their own study. After 2 weeks and a cost of around $175.46, and 12 cases of beer, they concluded that it was to keep a man's hand from flying off and hitting himself in the forehead

Musical Marvels

If only the world could come together as well as the musicians in this song do.

Happy Tuesday!

Watch the whole thing it gets better and better. Makes me want to go to Jazz Fest for obvious reasons; and maybe I will just have to play hooky from work and go!

My my My

So I am sitting here at the gallery with the door open; kind of reflecting and this guy shows up at the front door. He does not immediately walk in; he instead pulls something out of his pocket and compares it to the address. He then just stands there and stares at me for a minute or two.

He has long black hair; a beard and a mustache. He is attractive in a creepy way that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He has intense black eyes and a muscular body.

After staring for his 1 minute or so he comes into the gallery and walks directly towards me. I am sitting at the desk looking directly at him. His gaze never waivers. Then he kind of ruins the moment by saying “I am Yogi” (I dunno, “Yogi” couldn’t he come up with a better name like :) Raspootin?) then holds out his hand so I think well what the hell and I go to shake it. He takes my hand and turns it over and touches my palm with his index finger; sort of like one long stroke. I remove my hand still at a loss for words.

He then (before I could say umm get away please) puts his hand on my head. He then backs away from the desk and tells me that he has been “told” to come here. He says that the mole I like to call it my beauty mark (hehee) is very lucky and that something really big is going to happen to me in June; something that will change everything. (I still have high hopes that it is a good something not a bad something)

Then he ruins the mystical moment and pulls out a piece of paper, shrink wrapped to card board with his name on it. (Very well worn and slightly stained I might add) It is the true proof of his talent; Yogi: Psychic Reader of Humanity.

I am not very interested in getting a reading so I say umm no thank you before he can even mention a reading; guess I got a bit of psychic in me too. He then puts the final nail in ruining his initial approach and says well that is up to you; Have a blessed day. Now “Have a blessed day” is something the Jehovah Witness people or the Baptist ministers looking for donations say when they come into the gallery. “Have a blessed day” Wow I guess I was hoping for something more exotic like umm well I don’t know maybe something in Arabic ? That would leave me wondering?

I would not say no to something big that is good happening in June; but like this song I think it was all about:

German ladies beat -off economic woes...

Let us use THIS VIDEO as an example in point.

Well I must say that I found the attached video an enormous relief. I was sitting here contemplating why people think that they should always ask for “deals” when they come into the gallery and buy art. It is extremely rare that some one will say: “OOOO wow I love that! How much? OK I must have it here is my credit card.” It usually is:" umm well how much is that?"; I give them the price; they ignore the price and say “What’s the best Price you can give me.” Sorta like why did I bother putting up that “pretend” price on the wall, because everyone knows that is not the “real” price.

I have noticed a steep increase of this; can you give me something more for nothing as the economy has gone in the shitter. However; I now do not feel quite as bad. Certainly its one thing telling me you want a discount on art; but how would you feel if you were one of the German Ladies in the video and someone not only started to discount your price per client; but then clients asked for additional concessions. NOW I am not sure what sort of “extra” things the men are asking for; but how insulting is it to even think of asking when they are already getting a house discount.

To all my artists out there; at least I take the brunt of the insult for you; I would hate for any of you to think that I am prostituting your work :) Of course every good madam must look out for her best interests while always, always… considering the value of her “boys”.

no title needed

I have no idea why, but this song by David Bowie, as obscure as it is, keeps going through my head. In fact I might say it was almost driving me insane because the only place I had it was on an old album and I could not remember the name.

Thank God for Youtube, I am now out of my misery and can share the tune of my mind with you.

I think a commenter at IH’s site was correct when she said I might have issues.

Appearance... don't always mean everything

Perhaps you have seen this; but I have to say that every once in a while there is a performance on this show that really brings a tear or two or three to my eyes.

WATCH IT HERE

Not to sound trite, but this is a classic example of judging the book by the cover; and that really should make people ashamed. I watched the video a couple of times as I needed to clear my tear ducts and keep thinking about the young brunette woman in the audience who actually rolled her eyes before the Susan Boyle started. People can be so mean.

I will be curious as the show progresses how Ms. Boyle, who stated she has never been kissed and lives with her best friend, a cat will be remade. I would say that with proper wardrobe, hair and eyebrow pluck; she will not only have the talent, but the all important “look” which apparently especially matters for middle aged women in show business. I would like to throw out that it would seem like there is a double standard. I don’t think she would have been received with such a shitty snotty shameful reception if she were a man.

hump day humor

I see you...

This is cool coupled with disturbing. I don't like the idea that some unidentified government agency can monitor me picking my nose; isolating out of a group of a million people.

As I was not in Washington DC, but here watching on TV I guess I have nothing to worry about. However one does wonder if the government can zoom in on so many; if they can tap our phone lines and cell phones; are they above installing chips in our digital TV's to monitor our couch potato stances and conversations.

You can be sitting there in your rattiest nastiest pair of PJ's thinking you are in the privacy of your home and low and behold there is a group of people secretly mocking you on the other end of your television set; not a good thing to overly contemplate as it might make you go insane :)


You can scan and zoom to any section of the crowd. . . wait a few seconds. . . and the focus adjusts.
The picture was taken with a robotic camera at 1,474 megapixel.

2009 Inauguration

Let the games begin

My friend Denise who I have known since highschool is getting married this weekend. As a result a number of college friends who I have not seen ummm in ummm 10 years ( or maybe 20) are in town to attend. I met up with some of them last night..



So we all met up where Shep was staying; I had to do the quintessional questionable tourist photo in front of Rodrigues "Blue Dog" gone red.
Both ladies said that I was forbidden to put their pics on this blog unless I included myself so here goes...

First stop Pat O's - I know sort of lame; but we are playing tourists even though we all went to Tulane together - ummm ya know like 15 years ago or so :)

Shep always did look good in pictures; she looks good in person too... plus she is a Dr. (gag) if I did not love her, i would have to hate :)




Durwood did not want a Hurricane... She always likes to do her own "thang" so went with the lemonade that really looked like a large glass of ice cubes to moi......


Rapsy like her hurricane; though feels like they forgot the alcohol even though it does not look that way in the pic.


Second Stop Napoleon House - Now I want you to take note of how people hold their drinks... Raspy insisted that everyone tried a Pimms Cup so this is the etiquette of holding ones Pimms...



Shep holds her Pimms delicately smiling grandly.



Durwood goes with the one hand approach on her Pimms cup smiling grandly

Raspy gently goes with the lets stick the straw up the nose approach. I swear one just can take Raspootin out in public...

Tomorrow I will post some candid shots from the reherasal dinner; Im sure yall are going to be holding your breath...

I hate mondays

The love story of Ralph and Edna...

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool. Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end.


He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.


Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out. When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.


When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love. I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness.


The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead.'


Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?'

Shaken not Stirred...

A little Apropos music selection...



"weiner" of Mardi Gras 2009 best costume



and therefore this video is a must see followup

Happy St Paddy's !

Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.

He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.

Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.

He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.

In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room.

She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you?"

Flynn said, "Why would you say such a mean thing?"

"Well," Mary said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly.....it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.

the truth hurts :(

I looked at this video and thought wow look at all those good looking men with great voices; isn’t it “FAB” that 4 talented, “HOT” men hooked up with each other out of the blue? Good thing that there is not an ugly one in the bunch. In fact in most groups there is typically an ugly one, who often is the most talented.

Who figures? THIS GUY must have his finger in everything. The truth ruined the whole thing for me. Guess that speaks to either my shallowness of character or extreme lack therein I dunno; all I do know is that it was just not the same after I knew.