floralilia here...

I can type anywhere?

2009-01-21T22:23:00.001-08:00

I can type anywhere?

Oh yeah, but I can't do a list of mailings with this stupid thing.

because I like seedy places

2006-09-15T19:01:00.000-07:00

Newsflash: AOLHELL's real estate just got cheaper.

cheaper than albert's frilly cape even.

so cheap...in fact,

that's it's absolutely free now.

so now, I have no problem taking advantage of filling up their server space
with unnecessary stuff.

so here goes:

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Here ye! Here ye! One and All:

The Freely Floralilian Journal of Pointless Posting is hereby re-opened for pointless business...

On occasion, that is. (because she still is a busy Queen, doncha know.)

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

"Why Flora?" some of you might ask -

Well, it's simply because it's one less password I need to remember.

- don't flatter yourself into thinking anything else, AOL.

on Inflammatory Breast Cancer

2006-06-22T10:32:00.000-07:00

Okay, unfortunately I don't really have any time to post anything pointless -

But I do have time to alert women to a little known type of breast cancer that is not detectable as a lump or on a regular mammogram screening - until after it has flared up. It is aggressive and needs to be attended to quickly. You do not have to have a lump to have breast cancer.

Think you have a bug bite, a little swelling, a little enlargement, or different texture to the breast skin, itching, even a sudden inversion of the nipple? The symptoms are similar to mastitis or a breast infection. If they do not or have not respond to antibiotics within 2 weeks - then by all means see your doctor immediately.

Please visit The IBC (inflammatory breast cancer) Research Foundation website for more details. http://www.ibcresearch.org/

There. Now you can't say you didn't know anymore.

Pass the word on ladies.

...and then one or another dies...

2006-04-18T10:12:00.000-07:00

"...and then one or another dies. And we think of this as love cut short; like a dance stopped in mid career or a flower with it's head unluckily snapped off - something truncated and therefore, lacking its due shape. I wonder. If, as I can't help suspecting, the dead also feel the pains of separation (and this may be one of their purgatorial sufferings), then for [all of us] without exception, bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love....It is not the a truncation of the process but one of its phases; not the interruption of the dance, but the next figure. We are "taken out of ourselves" by the loved one while she is here. Then comes the tragic figure of the dance in which we much learn to be still taken out of ourselves though the bodily presence is withdrawn, to love the very Her, and not fall back to loving the past, or our memories, or our sorrow, or our relief from sorrow, or our own love." ~c.s. lewis

Rest peacefully, mah leetle marshmallow. Thank you for all you've taught us.

http://journals.aol.co.uk/his1desire/JustOneGirlsHeadNoiseUK/

passing it on...

2006-04-13T10:38:00.000-07:00

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to
ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably
more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so
remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best
friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually
lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much,
and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you
spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

come one, come all!

2006-03-30T09:06:00.000-08:00

The daughter, (bottom right), snagged the role as Ariadne - in the new play in Philly called Design for Loving - a love triangle that will be sure to keep you laughing..

For tickets and information - please visit the link:

http://hometown.aol.com/inthelime/designforloving.html

I would love to see you there!

thanks, the proud momma..

on brain surgery and smiles

2006-03-14T08:48:00.000-08:00

okay, this in - just after some minor brain surgery....

please visit Pam and send her some good wishes...

that girl is amazing.

simply amazing.

find her here: http://journals.aol.co.uk/his1desire/JustOneGirlsHeadNoiseUK

I am music

2006-01-30T19:32:00.000-08:00

I AM MUSIC, most ancient of the arts.
I am more than ancient; I am eternal.
Even before life commenced upon this earth, I was here in the winds and the waves. When the first trees and flowers and grasses appeared, I was among them.
And when Man came, I at once became the most delicate, most subtle, and most powerful medium for the expression of Man's emotions.
When men were little better than beasts, I influenced them for their good.

In all ages I have inspired men with hope, kindled their love, given a voice to their joys, cheered them on to valorous deeds, and soothed them in times of despair. I have played a great part in the drama of Life, whose end and purpose is the complete perfection of man's nature. Through my influence human nature has been uplifted, sweetened and refined. With the aid of men, I have become a Fine Art.

From Tubalcain to Thomas Edison a long line of the brightest minds have devoted themselves to the perfection of instruments through which men may utilize my powers and enjoy my charms. I have myriads of voices and instruments.

I am in the hearts of all men and on their tongues, in all lands and among all peoples; the ignorant and unlettered know me, not less than the rich and learned. For I speak to all men, in a language that all understand. Even the deaf hear me, if they but listen to the voices of their own souls.

I am the food of love. I have taught men gentleness and peace; and I have led them onward to heroic deeds. I comfort the lonely, and I harmonize the discord of crowds.
I am a necessary luxury to all men.
I am MUSIC. -

~ALLAN C. INMA

Moon Night

2006-01-29T12:55:00.000-08:00

It was as if the sky
Had quietly kissed the earth,
So that she in her shimmer of blossoms
Would dream of nothing but him.

Breezes blew over the field,
Gently the corn ears swayed,
Soft rustles ran through the forest,
So starry and clear was the night.

And my soul spread
Its wings wide
And flew through the peaceful country,
As though it were flying home.

Joseph Von Eichendorff

on Yoo-hoo's and peanut butter crackers..

2006-01-18T12:06:00.000-08:00

No rhyme or reason with this post really, just stream of consciousness writing that was triggered by a bottle of Yoo-Hoo - of all things...

Dad, I remember watching the Thanksgiving day parade with you. And Bugs Bunny cartoons. You standing there, eating a bowl of cereal in front of the TV, in your blue terry cloth robe, while Mom was preparing the turkey. I remember not being able to sleep - at all - on Christmas eve. I remember how wonderful the house looked all decorated. I remember the great dinners, and using the good china and silverware. And Christmas morning - all sparkly and shiny. I remember Easter, and new shoes, and how you helped me put together the coolest bike in the neighborhood. Red tire wheels, red banana seat, and a battery operated real-sounding motor that was mounted on the frame. All of the boys in the neighborhood wanted to try it and make red skid marks. I remember how, when I had to get a test signed, you wrote your name HUGE across the whole entire test. I worried I would get in trouble with the nuns - (you somehow knew I wouldn't.) I remember crying before school every day of first day and remember seeing you peek in through the back door of my classroom - just checking to see that I was okay. But I bet you didn’t know - that I cried after I knew you left...

Grades later, I remember you making me write each multiplication table twelve times - so I would never forget them. It worked. And how you took an evening nap with your glasses on your nose, with the newspaper open on your chest, and your hands interlaced on top. You snored - an open mouth, kinda soft snore. I remember the smell of your pipe. And thinking how tall you were. I remember how you used to wear hats when you went to work. Men should still wear hats. I remember feeling proud that everyone knew who you were - everywhere we went around town. You were well liked and respected in our community, and you made a difference there. I remember walking hand in hand with you.

I remember how you told me one day riding to school- that I shouldn’t be upset - that my pimples would clear up one day - (and here I thought I was having a good day that day) - but I appreciated you trying to make me feel better about myself.

For the record, I still get pimples - but not as many.

I remember the seven of us going to church as a family, and then out for turkey clubs at the Robin Hood Restaurant, and Sunday drives - that sometimes ended up in a fancy restaurant with lemon sorbet to cleanse our palates while dressed in our Sunday best. I remember people coming up to our table to compliment us on being such well behaved kids. I remember swimming with you in January in Bermuda. It wasn't really swimming weather - but you knew we needed to experience it. We had a couple of underwater Barracuda for company.

It was cold.

And it was cool.

Cooler than you sporting that Nehru jacket during the Sunday church collection. Funny, I don’t recall you ever wearing that suit again....

I remember you taking us on our first family cruise to the Carribean - on the SS Marconi. A whole new world opened up for me. I never knew water could be so beautiful, or places, so exotic. You were smart to spend money on us like that. Those memories have never faded for me.

I know the exact sound of how your ankle cracks when you climb a set of steps. I remember you bringing me a perfect cup of coffee and a piece of buttered toast while I readied for work in the morning. I remember how you taught me to change a car tire, the oil, and check the transmission fluid. You said If I wanted to drive, I needed to know how to do these things. You were right.

I remember you pulling out our loose teeth with your white hanky before school in the mornings. And how I used to play with your shaving brush. And walked around when I was little, in your too big shoes.

I have great memories of summering down the shore, I am crystal clear on how you stand while you are piloting a speed boat, and I could pick the pattern of your tanned varicose veins out of any lineup. I still can. I remember every action of how you fish for fish...and how you jig the line. And the intense look that you get, the pause, and how your eyebrow goes up - just a little - when you think you got a bite...I remember watching your hands in motion. You have good hands, Dad. I bet you don’t know that I have your hands.

As well as your damn varicose veins.

I know precisely the tone of a halyard slapping against a mast on a breezy day. I can still hear the flags cracking in the wind. I remember walking over hot pebbles and sandy parking lots, and working in the boatyard - scraping and painting the hull on our old wooden boat. I remember fixing the smoky oily engine with you - and handing you the tools. I remember sailing. And swimming, and beachcombing, and days trips with lunchmeat sandwiches to Ocean City via the back waters. I remember you having to dive off the back and under the boat with a kitchen knife, to free up the prop after cousin Jack had entangled a fishing line in it while we were moving. Even then, you kept your cool. And never scolded Jack for doing that. I knew you would free us, and you did. I remember thinking you could do anything.

“My dad can do anything.” I would tell my friends.

I remember learning to navigate the high seas with you at age four - with a peanut butter cracker, a huge metal steering wheel, a sloshing compass, and a nautical map. You stood to my left and showed me where to point the bow. I knelt on stacks of seat cushions just to see over the dash. I remember sleeping on the Stella Maris - only to wake with a million mosquito bites. But that didn't matter.

I remember how you showed us how to build dribble castles, and moats to keep the water away from the beach blanket. I remember diving off of your shoulders in the ocean surf. And how you taught us to dive under the big waves. I always wanted to swim the same way that you do in the water - slow, methodical, efficient. You could hold your breath underwater forever, it seemed!

I lived for the weekends we would go fishing in the early morning - wearing our old faded bathing suits, armed with nothing but a half can of bug spray, a six pack of Yoo-Hoos, some peanut butter crackers, a few packages of Tasty-Kakes, and an old Maxwell house coffee can filled with frozen squid for bait.

It was there in those morning rays that we sat in the boat all suntanned and salty, drifting with the current, swatting the green-heads off of each other, while being gently rocked by the movement of water. And it never mattered if we ever landed a fish. When we tired, or it got too hot, or too buggy - we hauled in the lines and sped toward the open sea. I remember the wonderful evil smile you would shoot me when we went flying full throttle out of the inlet - slamming through the rough seas. I know how and when and how much I need to adjust my knees to cushion each bounce of the boat going against a swell. I remember you pushing me off of the boat - telling me if I didn't want to wear a life jacket, then I better learn how to swim. Needless to say, I soon became a good swimmer. I can tell the difference with my eyes closed - between the sounds of an outboard, an inboard, and a jetski.

I know inside out - how wonderful it is to be on the open ocean, with not a sliver of land in sight. How the water changes from murky green to crystal blue, and how quiet the world is just 5 miles out. I remember understanding just how big the ocean really is, and just how small people really are out there. I remember feeling very at ease - always in my element there. It is a spiritual place there methinks. I remember thinking that those damn greenheads flies were olympic flyers - following us all that distance too - only to be methodically smashed again a seat cushion at a given first chance. For the record, I do not regret killing any one of those little biting bast*rds, in the least. Later we would go back and pick up Mom and the girls for an leisurely boat ride to wherever.

I was a happy kid Dad - especially those mornings I had you all to myself. My sisters just thought I wanted to get out of cleaning.

Stupid sisters.

They didn't know what they were missing.

Dad is now 82, widowed and remarried, and living a full retirement, active and independent. Summering still at the Jersey Shore, and wintering (where else) along the water somewhere in Florida.

We were a family of seven, once - five girls and our parents. Mom, passed away 19 yrs ago. Dad always said he felt like he lived in a sorority house. (You know he loved it...)

on random entries

2006-01-13T13:08:00.000-08:00

chewing on a pretzel and thinking..

"I need some mustard."

running up to the kitchen....

Star Jones is the new aol love coach. Of course.

2006-01-07T00:19:00.000-08:00

"Star Jones is the new AOL Love Coach

I'll help you find out if "he's the one".
Yep...you heard right...I'm the new AOL "Love Coach"!

AOL Coaches is a multimedia, self-improvement website that provides answers to your questions about romance, diet, fitness, career, money and family with a combination of video tutorials, self-assessment quizzes and printable task lists. AOL Coaches help you face the big and little challenges in your life.

As the new AOL Love Coach, I plan to inform, entertain and hopefully help women move their love-life from boring to brilliant and from sorry to Shining. How do I know what works...because baby, I've been there...done that and bought a tee shirt!..."

oh PUH-LEEZE! Is she for real?!

and she's got her own AOLHELLjusttopromotehernewbookblog here too--->

Shine, the official blog!

so, of course, I just had to comment:

"Congrats on your book - and your brand-spankin-new - first time marriage.

I'm just a little curious Starr on how you came to think you were/are qualified to give advice to others - when you're still just in the newlywed stage yourself...and married after a brief - very brief, whirlwind courtship...

Unlike you, I've been married over 26 years to the same man - first and only marriage - and have been successfully raising three bright *and* well adjusted, healthy, happy, kids for the last 23 years while working harder than you do to make a living. Forgive me, but in some major circles that makes *me* the expert and you well...uh...

not.

And just think, we managed to get it right the first time (even at the ages of 21 & 23) - without a self help book, or fame, or money, or priviledged opportunities, or gastric bypass, or contacts, or free rides...

go figure.

I guess you can say I'm just a little tired of all of the pseudo-psychology imposed on us by people who actually think they know what they're talking about just because they get a book published. Again, a feat not so hard to do, given your celebrity status.

Time, and *only* time - will tell if you really have it all figured out. I hope you do. You're either brave or incredibly stupid for opening up this particular can of worms - Cause, even with all I already know a quarter of a century later - *I* still wouldn't presume to know enough to touch it with a ten foot pole.

But I will go this far and offer one, okay a few, single pieces of advice -

Be realistic in what you expect from other HUMAN beings. Look in the mirror and be honest about all your own faults. Ask yourself what you can do today - to make the day better for your mate. Random acts of kindness really do matter. Hold hands. Hug a lot.

And give.

Selfless-ly of yourself.

Like my father said to us on our wedding day - "Marriage is a 60%/40% proposition" ...then he paused to make sure we heard him correctly... "Where both of you give 60% of yourself all the time" - and with his hand on my shoulder, he smiled and said - "Then you can make it - no sweat." "It works for mom and me." And you know what? He was right. (He then became widowed after 38 years together.)

But believe it or not - I wish you nothing but continued good luck and success. Lord knows, you've had plenty of it."

am I right?

of course, I am right.

I am the real Queen, remember. I carry a faux Prada bag.

And do real work for a living.

I wonder if she'll block me now.

NEXT DAY UPDATE: Of course, HER BLOG is now ------>"PRIVATE"<-----

TO UPDATE THE UPDATE: The Blog, as Mrs. L, correctly noted - took a nosedive and is deep 6'd...removed, nada, gone.

I hope that is not a reflection on how she will hang when marriage gets hard....

AMATEUR.

on good friends that think on you...

2006-01-06T10:01:00.000-08:00

Hi Floraliliawonder,

Pretty sure your busy with some very important stuff. Anything you want me to be doing while your gone? Maybe that I should water your camel, stroke and sing to your fuscia plants, join the dance been going on in your garage, or take down the tree? Just let me know and I'll be there!

Always our love,
Us

--
Posted by Ayn to floralilia here... at 1/06/2006 12:09:31 AM

Sweet Ayn - offering to water the camels...now, that's a friend for you, if ever I knew one.

So I thought I would share my response with all of you too - to update and to update, as it were...(yah, I'm efficient like that)(or...um...lazy)

Hi dahlings-

I am up to the waist in camelshiza right now. The website needs attending to, (www.believblebalderdash.com) <---cheap plug.... the beads need to be strung, and the (elective) surgery recovering husband needs his bandages attended to. The daughter's fender bender needs mending, the soup needs to be made, and the babies at the hospital need diaper changing.

but, the decorations are down, the house is clean, the husband is recovering nicely, the daughter is feeling better, and the rain has stopped.

life is good.

but the journals will have to wait or subsist on the meager scraps I can throw at them.

but thanks for your concerns, and offers of help ayn et all!

love,
flora

on the eve of the New Year - 2006...

2005-12-31T14:17:00.000-08:00

cause I can't say it any better -

"...And amember as you dance until dawn

that WE have a whole 'nother Year 2 right the werld."

~slac

Happy 2006 my friends.

Merry Christmas 2005!

2005-12-24T18:05:00.000-08:00

Well, the packages are wrapped, and the lights are twinkling...

and the family is off celebrating with the rest of the family without me. Wah!

But all is not lost - I'm here spending this Christmas with my other family - my fellow nurses - at the hospital -

along with all of the new moms, and new little newborn elves.

(and I never knew little elves could have such big lungs...)

So think on me - and raise a glass to the worker elves this Holiday season.

Sending warm Christmas wishes to everyone this Eve...

Enjoy! And may all of your Christmas wishes come true, and may the New Year keep everyone healthy and filled with new discoveries and delights!

Love to all ~

Flora

on cutting one....

2005-12-08T19:41:00.000-08:00

snowflakes people! snowflakes! Good grief - get your mind out of the gutter...

you can make one too - check it out!

http://snowflake.lookandfeel.com/

leave me a link if you managed to "cut one" too...;-)

newsflash: intelligent life detected at AOL!

2005-11-28T13:51:00.000-08:00

this just in (well, sorta...)

www.calacanis.com

my comment:

Thanks for this post Jason - I appreciate your ability to think through the issues and see the bigger picture.

For me, the ads were a wrong move, but the disreguard of customer loyalty, and their wishes and desires is even worse. And AOL's blatant inability or lack of desire to communicate and negotiate is unforgiveable.

I've been through all the aol growing pains - all the way back to the days of paying by the minute. I've earned the right to protest. And so I do.

It's unfortunate that the execs are ignorant to what the customers already know - which is that AOL is a train wreck happening in slow motion - obscenely fascinating, but at the same time, horrifying to watch.

Some of us are just here to mourn the death of something that was once good.

And some of us are just hanging around to see it finally crumple.

And the real shame is that the whole thing was/is totally preventable.

But they'll never learn that.

Yah. Go ahead, you can comment too!

AntiJournalsAds

on Happy Thanksgiving and other matters

2005-11-23T09:21:00.000-08:00

Well, the holiday soup is made, and the pineapple bread stuffing is waiting to be mixed.

So between the soup and the stuffing - I just wanted to pop on again and wish everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving - filled with good food, good wine, and of course, good friends and family.

We have a lot to be Thankful for - so take a moment and remember the people, the places and the things that really matter.

Ya know, like indoor plumbing, hot showers, automatic coffee makers, electricity, mascara, dishwashers and laundry appliances, chocolate, debit cards, comfortable low heel shoes, netflix, a good bookstore, cds, a cool car, and 400 count sheets.

Oh sure, oh sure - the husband, the kids, the family, the friends, the health, and all that jazz -

but on a day to day basis -

Come on - be honest.

~toodles.

on giving a head's up.

2005-11-23T08:41:00.000-08:00

Yah. So I know that upon waking every morning - the first thing you ask yourself is -"Gee, I wonder if Flora posted today."

yeah, I know - I do it too.

And alls I got to tell you people (can you tell I'm from Philly) is that "tings" as usual, are getting a bit hectic aound here.

Well, "here", as in on my side of the screen. I'm sure they are for you too.

So, until someone volunteers to be my personal assistant or I get a surrogate wife and mother (You lesbians have it made, I tell ya.) The postings and commenting might be a little more irregular than usual. Not that I'm irregular, mind you. Cause I'm really not now that I increased my fiber...oh, wait...nevermind.

Anyway - so just you know, "Out of sight - does not mean - out of mind." with regard to my fine friends in J-land.

For The Grandiose Queen of Tudicity (how do you like that Albert!) is merely tending to other matters at hand, and being the attentive Queen that she is - she automatically reserves the right to do so.

Righto - there's holiday soup to be made...

Blogburbia Succulent Wisdoms

2005-11-20T12:42:00.000-08:00

Here ye! Here Ye!

The Blogburbia Tavern is officially opened.

Let's belly up to the bar and share a glass of ale!

Why? Because the succulence continues..

on moving to the suburbs

2005-11-19T20:50:00.000-08:00

ya know,

I'd rather think of this as j-land just acquiring more real estate.

the community stays bound - we just moved to the suburbs -

so we have to drive a little further...

the air is cleaner.

it's peaceful...the surroundings are prettier - look I got polka-dots!

and you can use dirty words and open opinions if you want to - and big brother can't tos you.

I can live with that.

which isn't to say that I won't go back to the hood once in a while..

just to remind myself why I left.

now really, anyone for a good game of scrabble?

Take a stand Mr. Jellyfish!

2005-11-16T10:44:00.000-08:00

John Scalzi is so disappointing.

Yah, I know. He's "just doing his job".

But I'm beginning to have a problem with that.

Of course he knows what side his bread is buttered on - but you'd think he'd show some spine once in a while and stand up for the community.

We're the ones, remember, that justified AOL even creating that position for him.

And now he's placating us with useless "comment here" type crap entries between even more useless crappy entries.

And notice today how he's burying them deeper and deeper....muddling the path to progress...breaking up the rioting masses into small little groups. Oh, but he did remember to link us...how kind of him.

When all he should do, is leave one entry...and let the complaints pile up...and then direct the "powers to be" to just go and read that one entry.

Sigh, but I suppose there really aren't any real men left in the world. He's too busy stuffing his pockets with the salary that we pay him.

I hope he washes his hands after handling his next paycheck. "Out, out, damn spot..."

Show some spine, Mr. Jellyfish, and take a stand.

Tag: AntiJournalsAds

on movie quotes and aolhell

2005-11-15T21:56:00.000-08:00

Howard Beale: Network, 1997

Howard Beale: I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's AOL. Everybody's out of commission or scared of losing their journals. The dollar buys a nickel's worth of aol time, journals are going bust, journalkeepers keep a hidden alternate blog under the counter. AOLPunks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our journal is unfit to read, and we sit watching our screens while some local aol hired blogger tells us that today we had fifteen outages and sixty-three violent crashes as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the journals we've been writing in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the corporate greed and the ad banners and the programmers and the crime in the control room. All I know is that first you've got to get mad.
Howard Beale: [shouting] You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BLOGGER, Goddamnit! My journal has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
[shouting]
Howard Beale: 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL,AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the ad banners and the non working buttons and the slime lords. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it:
Howard Beale: [screaming at the top of his lungs] "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"

Tag: AntiJournalsAds

because aol's shit does, in fact, stink....

2005-11-15T21:53:00.000-08:00

sniffff...

I smell a stampede...

Tag: AntiJournalsAds

Good morning, aolhell.

2005-11-15T21:36:00.000-08:00

Good morning aolhell.

Thanks for waking me up with yet another kick in the ass.

Thanks for whoring out my journal for me in the middle of the night when I wasn't looking.

Thanks for yet another day of customer UNappreciation. You really are king in that department. You must mistake me for a masochist. I'm not.

Thanks to the advertisers, who once again, found a way to jam their sh*t down my throat and any other dark orifice they can find...For that service, you can most assuredly assume and damn well bet that I won't be visiting or patronizing ANY of your services. So continue wasting your money on useless ad campaigns like this if you like. Pissing off a potential customer is not a good way to do or make new business in case you didn't know. But you should have already learned that one if Marketing 101.

Perhaps you were distracted by your greed.

Thanks AOL for once again, giving me a chance to stretch out my legs over at BLOGSPOT a very pleasant, fully functioning, customer friendly, FREE journal community that even has prettier backgrounds than you do - I'm getting to like it there.

So,thanks AOL.

Yah, Thanks a lot for nothing.

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shameless self promoting

2005-11-15T21:31:00.000-08:00

Why? well, why not. It is a day of ads after all.

So there just might be a few of you who are unfamiliar with the famous Floralilian wares ~ and, of course, the Queen of Flimflammery does not want you to feel left out.

Sooooooooooo....

Step right up folks, cause boy oh, boy, do I have some "tings" to show you!

Are you in the mood for a little shopping?

Of course you are!

Zip on over to my online boutique www.believablebalderdash.com and fill your cart with goodies then.

Lots of new items added just today!

that's www.believablebalderdash.com - for all you who like to copy and paste....

and don't forget to sign the guestbook while you are there!

Thanks and Happy shopping!

~flora
the beading biddy

in the beginning - there was the official notice:

2005-11-15T21:27:00.000-08:00

Well now, fancy that.

It looks like congratulations to me, are now .....in order.

Here ye! Here ye! Let it be known to all that doth verily and unwarily enter here, that on this day, the 5th of June, in the year of our lord, 2005, that there hath been borne to the community of EBlogger.....a new journal.

Let it also be known to all, that this conception, which was wholly and randomly inspired, albeit though modern marketing techniques, but thankfully not physically inseminated (because well, that would be just toooo weird), by the mongul company Google; was jointly entered into freely and (obviously free of contraceptives) with complete disregard to thought and ramifications that said journal might taketh from mine future free time and sanity, but so be it.

And let it also be known to all, that from these above curious actions, the conception between mind and mongrel, er mogul, grew rapidly and was inevitably birthed thusly in a matter of mere seconds by the good graciousness of the technology of Eblogger, and by me hitting a few designated keys....

And for all of those curiously concerned, the birthing process was free of any unnatural drugs or devices, save an old computer and bowl of vanilla ice cream. (With ice cream naturally, being eternally inspiring.)

No trees, or whales, were ever harmed in the process.

Feel free kind community, to drop by unannounced, whenever said randomness grabs hold of ye, and enter your random thoughts randomly or otherwise, or voices, or real estate (but heavens, not small children) whenever the inspiration screams loudly to be let loose from your loins unto the masses via this forum.

And if thou doth rather desire to lurk in the background and act as a voyeur...well, that is okay too. Just please be kind, and wash your hands frequently....

To those who do chooseth to participate, know there is safe haven here. Just do not, however, become an emotional drain, and suck the life out of the group or do any really weird stalking kind of thingeths, because then i might have to call upon mine Uncle Guido, and his cohort, "Jimmy da Thumbs" (dont ask.)....

Let it be known to all too, that there just might be opportunities for thou to expandeth horizons, and have chance encounters with the unusual and interesting, as long as everyone's immunizations are up to date...

Naturally, politeness and general good manners should always prevail, except, of course, when they shouldnt....

Proper grammar and punctuation should always be attempted even for the weak and feeble minded, except of course, when you dont feel like it.

Special dispensation and forgiveness for the glaring lack of capitalizations and contractions must be granted by you, to me, for the most part, because well...i am just too lazy to shift keys.

you might be too.

come now, pull up that chair, and lets see what "tings" developeth.

posted by floralilia @ 3:33 PM 5 comments

Genesis; Chapter 1...and God said, let there be blogs..

2005-11-15T21:19:00.000-08:00

Okay, not really, I just made that up.

but He would have, if He had thought of it in time.

wait Flora, is this blog blasphemy?

hardly.

this....this...is a blog created out of the depths of AOLHELL...

thank you, AOL for pushing my last button...

so folks...let's have a look around eblogger a bit, shall we?