January 02, 2004

is it spring yet?

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. there are days when they should take my laptop away. this is one of them. and I don't know who they is. darn if I'm not in a funk. I will endeavor to spare you all. Off to clean the kitchen.

I need to be near water. I hate being landlocked. That's just that.

happy new rear everyone!


I'm still sick and I'm crabby--can you tell?

trauma with a G

Anyone seen Brother Bear yet? Well, don't. What a crappy movie. Despite Phil Collins' lovely voice in two or three of the songs, the movie was disappointing.

What's with Disney and Death these days? What's with G movies where family members get killed left and right? I remember Bambi being an exception--having to be "old enough" to see it without being too sad. Old Yeller too. And those were animal movies!

Now we've got Nemo and Brother Bear within a couple of months of each other with happy little characters smacked with the death of their wife/mother (nemo), and eldest brother and bear mother of koda (brother bear), not to mention Kenae's turning back into a bear forever. And what's with these dead-folks-turned-spirits that can come back and play, roughhouse, and hang out with you?

Yeh, well, it ain't like that.

Geeze louise! Give our kids a break. Make a sweet animated film without the carnage, would ya?

For the record, I think Nemo was excellent--the death in that movie was integral to the plot and handled well. As for brother bear? don't waste your $$.

December 30, 2003

Jeneane's Top Spam Subject Line Predictions for 2004

In honor of the 1,000 emails waiting for me after three days away--FIVE of them from people I actually know--my 2004 spam subject predictions...

Fornicate with hardwood furniture!!! xyldm

Alpha, does your dog fetch? x,fko

Get a smaller box, pleeez your man!!!

NEW Table sex - live webcams

SECRET XX Bin Laden tapes--cave girls

Saddamy, Jeneane, try with your girlfriend

End of world - you have an e-card! xmkod

okay, you next!

home again home again, jiggity jig

Back from the Sandestin Hilton, a nice stay, though cold. Did I say cold? Frigging cold. I'm no more a Yankee. I confess it here. I can't take the cold anymore. When my NY friends here me say I was cold in Florida, which they just have, they can take my yankee card away, strip me of my pizza rights, and color me southern.

Okay, there you have it. I'm a southern frigging belle already. Okay? Are you happy? I said it.

BUT the indoor pool and whirlpool were nice, if not filled with water slightly thicker than I remembered water being, something which distressed George more than it did Jenna and I, until I actually examined the pool water and noticed it looked, well, filthy kind of. But that didn't stop us. Mother and daughter on antibiotics battling bronchitis and sinus infections, what the hell could we possibly catch?

Don't answer that.

So we swam and built sand castles and ate out and -- jenna's favorite -- ordered room service and george went deep sea fishing in 6-foot plus waves. Let him tell you about that. He has a stomach made of iron, and I could make a lot of jokes here, but I won't, so I'll shut up.

I never plugged the computer in. I forgot what the Web was. Didn't care about social networks or weblogging awards or google page ranks. I only cared about finding one of those big peach pool towels as soon as they came up from the laundry because they were still WARM and I wasn't.

Fish is really tasty down there on the Gulf.

That is all.