Month: September 2007

Crankypantsing, Ladybusiness

Phil’s Hair is Getting Larger

Shelly

Phil Spector's Hair Is Getting Larger

I will be very glad when the Phil Spector trial is over and his hair is no longer at the top of the Google entertainment news page.

I’m also getting tired of hearing about Britney’s fat ass. I know this is going to come as a shock to many people, but she’s not fat, folks. I also thought that the comments Sarah Silverman made about her were way, way, way out of line. If her life is a bit of a mess (or even a lot of a mess), she probably knows it and does not need to have the whole world pointing it out to her.

And really, when you have someone like Kayne West defending her, you really have to stop and wonder if all the criticism is appropriate.

Crankypantsing, Photography

O Ick

Shelly

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Mossy and Chaste

Did I mention that I renewed my lease? Well, I did, and not two days later, new tenants moved in across the hall from Mr. Upstairs. They are stompers, so every time they go up or down the stairs, the entire building knows about it. They are also stinky. Saturday evening and Sunday morning, the hallway reeked of really, really skunky pot. Then, Monday afternoon, it smelled like rancid garlic. This morning, it smelled like cheap-assed incense. I wonder if the incense had anything to do with the sneezing fit I had after returning from walking Miss Brown?

I just hope that our hallway doesn’t end up smelling like the main hall did after the Bumpasses moved in. It used to smell like clean laundry, but now it smells like rancid cigarette smoke. Someone keeps leaving the main door open, which makes me laugh. I’d want to air it out, too, if I lived over there.

Crankypantsing, News & Politics, Photography

Stumpside

Shelly

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Stump, Owen County, Indiana

Clean up, as I said, was kind of a bitch. More like friggin’ unbelievable, actually. The place was flea infested (and so is my apartment, now, thankyouverymuch) and filthy. More of a toxic waste site than a home. Dirty clothes, used dishes, and toys lay in an ankle-deep, wall-to-wall carpet on the floor. The beds reeked of urine and were covered with cigarette butts and ashes. The sinks and toilets were encrusted with a thick layer of grime that, in at least one case, had sprouted a colony of maggots. The electricity was shut off in early June, which meant there was no pump for water. The family–including three small children–was bathing in pond water. Thankfully, CPS stepped in when the kids got staph infections and told them they had to move out immediately.

It was like something out of a horror film. I think my skin is going to be crawling for the next few days.

As I was was bagging up trash, I came across a cache of used Pampers that had been tossed into a corner of the bathroom. I caught myself thinking, for the umpteenth time, that these people were disgusting pigs. And then I immediately felt horrible. No one–and I mean no one–deserves to live like that. These people desperately needed help. They were in over their heads and didn’t have the resources or skills to get out. Every time I hear someone complain about lazy welfare mothers getting pregnant just so they can scam the system, I’m going to think of this family, and about the stingy, judgmental assholes who insist that being poor is a moral failing.

Photography

That Window Again

Shelly

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I’m wasting time, when I should be getting ready to go back out to (the Real) OC. I doubt Ms. Lea will be up and ready this early in the morning, but you never can tell, and I haven’t even had breakfast yet, much less a shower or caffeine. I have walked the dog, though, so that’s a start. I’m hoping it isn’t quite so rainy today, so I can get more photos. Drizzly is fine, though. It super-saturates colors and brings everything to life.