I’m finally back on track! I haven’t been keeping up with this site like I should and like I said earlier, I had to make my mind up about it one way or another as the expiration date was nearing.
I almost thought the decision had been made for me, given the fact that it had been sideswiped – highjacked – bamboozled! by some nefarious hackers. I don’t know if you’re like me, but when I say hackers I always think of some dark organization of highly skilled techno-junkies, hellbent on destruction and personal gain. They dress like James Bond and sip martinis while laughing their evil laugh. In reality, of course, it’s probably just some pimply-faced kid sitting in his ill-fitting underoos in the dark and dank basement of ma and pa, wondering, “What will happen if I push this button?” They shouldn’t oughta do that. It caused me nothing but heartburn.
Fortunately for me, my Danny was watching my back. He acted swiftly and saved all my content. My years and years of content. All that content appreciated by the tens of readers across the world, if not by me alone. Thank you, Danny!
I couldn’t let his good deeds go unpunished, so of course I decided to keep the place. You don’t know how much you cherish something until it’s taken away.
I made all those compromises we all make when faced with certain death. I will write more often. I’ll post more pictures. I’ll make more of an effort! I swear! Just give me my stuff back and give me ONE more chance! Pleaaaaaaaaaase!
We’ll see how long that actually lasts.
For the time being though, I’ve committed to a new me. A dedicated, unapologetic blogger, boring the world one post at a time. I’ve switched over to a new server and — oh, let me just say about that — if you’ve never tried to switch hosts manually with no prior experience or knowledge of what the hell you’re doing, you’re a lucky duck. That was a nightmare. x 3000. But I’m here now and as I was saying, I solemnly vow to make the most of my second chance.
Haha. Won’t YOU be sorry?
A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire












