welcome, strangers

hi there, happy blogger!

perhaps you’re new to the hood, by way of that always-wacky “next blog” button, or perhaps you’re thinking “hey, wow, it says it’s number three here on the ‘top blogs’ site, so it must be at least readable.”

well, geez, let’s hope so, huh?

nonetheless, i bid thee a warm welcome. hell, if life represented art i’d pull a star trek and beam you a beer.

sadly, you’ll have to use your imagination. but is that such a sad thing? let’s hear it for creativity folks.

after all, isn’t that why you’re here? in the hopes you might find something that justifies your sitting on your ass, surfing websites in the middle of july? whew, tall order, man. but let’s see what we can do for you.

my name’s steff. this here is a little land of my rant and whimsy. i’m a pretty cyclical blogger and you’ll see patterns of readability followed by the odd posting that even makes me giggle. the thing is, though, that you see me at my best and my worst.

why? because i update every single freakin’ day. so there’s a hell of a lot of variety.

a lot of the photographs you see are mine, the ones from about april onwards. recent postings will tell you giddily of the trials and tribulations i’ve endured while trying to get some photo exhibits on the go. then there’s the writing.

i write. i think. i think i write. i’m all right at writing. i like funny shit. i like to swear. i’m politically incorrect. i usually try to be polite about it. but sometimes some people make that too fucking hard to do. you know who you are. bastards.

recently, they’ve been bastards with bombs, spineless motherfuckers who are too goddamned stupid to try and accomplish things by speaking. yeah, that’s right you al-qaida motherfuckers: you’re dumb.

yeah, you may think you’re smart, planning this shit and pulling it off, but any fucker can put a plan into effect. sometimes it’s all about luck. it takes brains, persistence, and integrity to pull things off through talking, to effect change by diplomacy. a dude named ghandi proved that once.

fucking people. then there’s the media. “the bombs were triggered by cellphones...”

oh, hey, now THAT’s good. let’s tell the next generation of murderous bastards how to rig the shit up. yeah, some will figure it out on their own, but considering the stupidity involved in wanting to kill people, you really think it’s good to put any new ideas in their heads?

“i know, i know, here’s what we do: we give them more information. let’s mention the cellphones.”

you couldn’t just say “detonated remotely?” and people wonder why the public considers the press irresponsible? go figger.

and that's your mini-intro to my world of ranting. being female, there's that one primo week a month where you, the reader, gets to benefit from biology. but i'm spicy the rest of the time, too.

in amongst a lot of my postings are some pretty good things i’m proud of. i haven’t updated my sidebar in 6 or so weeks, but some of my favourite stuff can be found there. i especially recommend the wacky history of tagish elvis, which has been followed with **** in the sidebar listing--my only 4-star posting. ever. imho.

thanks for checking in. know what? i love comments. i respond to ‘em all. hang around, speak up, and have fun.

-management. ;)

ps: you can learn about me in the "about me" posting under the favourites section, too.