Yippy-Ki-Yay MF’s!


Yee-haw! The sheriffs over yonder in Blogtown have reckoned it’s about time for a good old-fashioned round-up.

Right, that’s about all the Southern twang you MF’s are getting from me on this glorious Friday.

But E, why is this particular Friday so glorious?

I’ll tell you why, you MF’s. Because in one week, I will be an official hero. No longer will I have to come up with lame excuses to wear my cape in public. This time next week, I will be a true, bone-fide hero when the Zero to Hero Challenge Mission Whatever Thingy will have been completed, and then… Well then you MF’s need to watch out.

But E, why do you keep calling us motherf*#kers? We’re not against you in your quest for the cape!

MF’s in this post stands for Marvelous Folks, you dumb motherf*#kers. Geez. Just because this post is called “Yippy-ki-yay MF’s” and there’s a photo of Bruce Willis from the film Die Hard when he says, “Yippy-ki-yay, MotherF*#kers,” as my header, doesn’t mean I would insult you marvelous folks. I am hurt and offended. The only thing that can make this better, is following the links I’m about to post as part of today’s Zero to Hero challenge. Or cash. I also accept cash.

Today’s challenge: Publish a roundup post that posts to at least three other blogs, and tell us why you love the posts — and why we should read ‘em.

Is it me, or did they use the word post a lot, there? It was also worded a little weird so I tried to fix it. Anyway, here we go.

You may or may not be aware that I started my online writing career on a different page. I had different ideas of how to go about the whole blogging thing and started out over at Bohemian Playground.

One of my, for lack of a better word, insanely conservative, borderline tea-party nut, gun fanatic, and consistent misspeller of “you’re”, friends on Facebook, posted something today that infuriated me as I was reading it. I thought about doing a blog about it and pointing out everything that was wrong with so many of the sentences in the article, first on his FB page, then here at The Playground.

Then I got to thinking…

I have a pretty fun little community rocking here. Those of you that come here, and play with me…well, we have an understanding now. I ramble about random things happening in my life in a barely coherent manner, and you laugh at me..I mean with me. I keep politics and personal politics out of it for the most part. Something may “accidentally” slip in somewhere, and by “accidentally” I mean completely on purpose as identified by the quotes, indicating sarcasm, but for the most part, I keep it clean. Except for the nipples.

As a direct result, I’ve decided to revamp the Bohemian Playground. Have a peek over there. The tagline should sum up pretty clearly if it’s for you or not. If it is, there’s not too many posts there so have a look around and feel free to follow. If I get up to 30 followers by the end of the day, I’ll treat you to a new rant. And don’t worry..the rants are still ranted in full on E style. Now I feel like I’ve used the word rant too many times in the same thought. Here’s one of my favorites about Europeans who like to stare at you as if they were tunneling into the center of your brain.

Now just because I’m a bleeding liberal hippy, doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy sinking my canine teeth into a big, juicy (cheese)steak. **Philly/Jersey gal, remember?

Also over at Bohemian Playground, is a link to one of my favorite posts from one of my favorite bloggers, who also happens to be one of my favorite people. Her article entitled, “My Lovely Horse”, sums up my feelings on militant vegans and militant vegetarians everywhere. I am super sympathetic to everyone’s personal beliefs, be it religion, animal rights, or wearing stretch pants with a half top when you’re over the age of 40. It’s all totally fine by me, as long as you don’t push it on me in an aggressive manner. I’m always up for an intelligent conversation and for expanding my horizons but bullying me into wearing stretch pants with a half top over the age of 40, isn’t the way to get me to listen.

Wait…what were we talking about?

Right. Unicorn Rainbow Bunny Kitty Explosions

Edward Hotspur is one of my favorite new finds. I can’t remember if he found me or I found him, but none of it matters because of that post. This guy has kept me laughing out loud for a few days now, and I am not easily amused. Also, I know how to actually write out the words laughing out loud. You guys should try it. It’s really not as time-consuming as one may think. But that lecture is for another post.

I have this blogrole widget thing on the left hand side bar that will link you to some spectacular blogs that I enjoy. I want to try to link to more of my favorite posts from time to time, so if you see something that I’ve written that reminds you of something you’ve written, feel free to send it over so I can have a gander…

Damnit. I’ve gone Southerner again. It’s time for me to go. There’s beer waiting for me at a bar somewhere, I just know it.

Until the next time MF’s! And this time I meant motherf*#kers.

19 responses to “Yippy-Ki-Yay MF’s!

  1. “bullying me into wearing stretch pants with a half top over the age of 40, isn’t the way to get me to listen” – haha, love it! I am going to memorise this line and use it next time I come across a militant whatever!

    • Go forth and use it to militant whatevers, wherever you encounter them! It needs to stop! Both the stretch pants with half tops once aged 40, and the militantness of it all.

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  3. When it comes to bloggers I love, I am numero uno, baby! Tied for numero uno, because two blogs! Yeah! That’s right! Cake and bacon!

    (You’re in the top 100! Lucky you!)

    I’m totally kidding, of course. I don’t really love myself so much that I’m my own favorite blogger. And you’re not in the top 100. You’re in the top 80! That’s 20% better! I just made your day! Well, the calendar people made your… oh forget it.

  4. Dang! (About as southern as I get in spite of a long-ago 2 yrs. living in Kentucky/Tennessee!) Just as I was about to feel honored as the FB friend mentioned in ‘you’re’ post, I read that line and realized I most certainly DO NOT consistently miss spel your and you’re notwithstanding my feelings about auto-correct! And, I only switch from Libertarian to “insanely conservative” when the LBGTs get going (LBGTs = Little Bully Group Tirades). Fact is, by way of yer eminent blogness, yoor quickly becoming my favorite “bleeding liberal hippy” and I cherish the individual’s ___-given right to his/her/other’s individualism because, A) who the hell wants a world where everyone think/acts/feels/believes the same? And B) FREEEDOMM! (Insert end of Bravehart here)
    Like you, I always welcome intelligent discourse and most who engage find I’m far less inflexible than labels suggest. Just don’t form a group and tell me I have to switch to wearing a half-top and yoga pants or the “insanely” label may apply.
    Anyhow, sorry for trying to turn ur comment section into a sub-blog. Please keep it up and don’t fret so much about digital attention or lack thereof. It will come, hero…it will come.

    Coincidentally, did I miss the post where we get to vote on yore hero name. I’m thinking “The E” or “Captain ‘Mama”, ooh or maybe, “Queen Rapier”, though that last one may be horribly misinterpreted…

  5. No, your posts do infuriate me from time to time, but like you said…life would be boring without a little intelligent debate and different opinions. I have friends whose personal politics and beliefs are so far from my own, that I have no idea how we’re friends, but I would be just as hypocritical of those that I get upset with if I just passed them off and didn’t accept them for who they are, and hopefully teach them something and learn something along the way.

    It was also, a South Jersey native who posted said article. It wasn’t so much his post that made me mad as the insane wording spewed in the article. Then, once I thought about it and realized that people actually BELIEVE this crap, I got sad, so no longer wanted to pick a fight. Maybe I’ll re-open Bohemian Playground and spew some political mysteries there sometime soon.

    Now, on to the important thing. My super hero name… You didn’t miss the post because I never wrote one, but you can be sure that I will now thanks to your brilliant suggestion! Thanks for that, and thanks for taking the time to read and comment! 😀

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