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ZOMBIES – Pt. 2 Braaiinnnnsss… set the mood: the sounds of Oktobre fest sausage eating contest | Writer'sBlog2008
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A taste of…poetry. ZOMBIES – Pt. 2 Braaiinnnnsss… set the mood: the sounds of Oktobre fest sausage eating contest. July 31, 2007 at 7:20 pm. Burial Ground: The Night of Terror. This movie looks terrible. I almost scrapped the zombie theme altogether in favour of more complaints about alcoholism through a review of. When I watched the trailer for this monstrosity. I only get one day off a week and I’m going to spend 1.5 hours with. This one couple has brought their child with them, though I’m concer...
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ZOMBIES – Pt. 3 “I don’t want to end up like THAT” It just keeps getting worse…set the mood: the theme from Halloween, since I wish I’d chosen to watch that film instead. | Writer'sBlog2008
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A taste of…poetry. ZOMBIES – Pt. 3 “I don’t want to end up like THAT” It just keeps getting worse…set the mood: the theme from Halloween, since I wish I’d chosen to watch that film instead. August 1, 2007 at 1:30 am. This film isn’t even listed on imdb.com, which guarantees it will suck. Girl: Why are you holding back? Don’t you want to be with me? Dude: It’s not that, it’s just everything is going so fast. This is our first night out. Girl: You saying I’m too pushy for you? Dude: Maybe you don’t u...
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An Open Letter to The Voice of the Voiceless aka Crazy Man… set the mood: Bad Moon Rising – CCR | Writer'sBlog2008
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A taste of…poetry. An Open Letter to The Voice of the Voiceless aka Crazy Man… set the mood: Bad Moon Rising – CCR. September 20, 2007 at 1:05 pm. Dear Mr. Harold C. Funk,. As far as your presentation is concerned, I’d like to point out that typing everything in capitals, although it is clear that you’re trying to make a VERY LOUD POINT, defeats the purpose of using capitals in the first place. I suggest perhaps WRiTiNG LiKe THiS IN ThE fUTuRE bECauSe iT’s EfFEcT iS fAr MoRE JaRrInG. Suggestion: Romona h...
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Writer'sBlog2008 | an online novel where readers may participate in its conception? indeed. | Page 2
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A taste of…poetry. ZOMBIES – Pt. 3 “I don’t want to end up like THAT” It just keeps getting worse…set the mood: the theme from Halloween, since I wish I’d chosen to watch that film instead. This film isn’t even listed on imdb.com, which guarantees it will suck. 11 minutes in, two of our denim loving “teens” played by actors in their late thirties, run off to a barn to fuck. The acting is so bad. So is the writing. I don’t even know what is going on here. Girl: Why are you holding back? Dude: Maybe you do...
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An Open Letter to Fashion… set the mood: Big in Japan – Tom Waits | Writer'sBlog2008
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A taste of…poetry. An Open Letter to Fashion… set the mood: Big in Japan – Tom Waits. August 3, 2007 at 1:53 am. First off, I’d like to fully support your existence from the late thirties through to the mid 1950s. Body-hugging pencil-skirted suits with 4 inch heels and a cute little hat and matching handbag? Brilliant. Full-circle skirt, crinoline, and 4 inch heels? Love it. Floor-length silk dresses with modestly-sexy necklines and plunging backs appropriately accompanied by 4 inch heels? Yeah, they loo...
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Gross Shoes… set the mood: Dancing Shoes – Arctic Monkeys | Writer'sBlog2008
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A taste of…poetry. Gross Shoes… set the mood: Dancing Shoes – Arctic Monkeys. August 3, 2007 at 11:21 pm. I am the slave of gross shoes. It’s not my fault. And I honestly don’t think they are all that gross; my knowledge of how gross they are comes from my family, my friends, and my embarrassment when I go into a shoe store to try on some cute little pink kitten heels (as though I need another pair…). But, alas, they are “gross”. So why will I not get rid of them? Do other people do that? SIGH I know it ...
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An Open Letter to Brunch… | Writer'sBlog2008
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A taste of…poetry. An Open Letter to Brunch…. October 1, 2007 at 12:57 am. Every weekend you saunter in all beautiful and delicious looking, wooing all the customers into ordering you. And every time someone says “I’ll have the Brunch…” I think. Of course you will. You, Brunch, are a slut. Stop cozying up to the customers with your attractive array of fruit and flash of greens. Stop luring them with your. Telling them they can have what ever kind of scone they want. Just stop it. You know why, Brunch?
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October | 2007 | Writer'sBlog2008
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A taste of…poetry. Archive for October, 2007. An Open Letter to Brunch…. Every weekend you saunter in all beautiful and delicious looking, wooing all the customers into ordering you. And every time someone says “I’ll have the Brunch…” I think. Of course you will. You, Brunch, are a slut. Stop cozying up to the customers with your attractive array of fruit and flash of greens. Stop luring them with your. Telling them they can have what ever kind of scone they want. Just stop it. You know why, Brunch?
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An Open Letter to the “physician” I “poisoned”… | Writer'sBlog2008
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A taste of…poetry. An Open Letter to the “physician” I “poisoned”…. September 16, 2007 at 9:54 pm. There are many things in this world that we don’t like. I don’t like ABBA. They make me want to shove screwdrivers in my ears until I puncture my temporal lobe by which time I might have dropped the screwdriver because the cerebrospinal fluid has made the Robertson handle too difficult to grasp and twist. First of all Sir, WHAT WERE YOU DOING FEEDING SCONES TO A BABY? Do you know how much fat that is? Third...