Sita Sings the Blues

Blow your mind, show you how to find

Yeah the free one....

Commence with the blaming

"And with iPods and iPads, and Xboxes and PlayStations -- none of which I know how to work -- information becomes a distraction, a diversion, a form of entertainment, rather than a tool of empowerment, rather than the means of emancipation. So all of this is not only putting pressure on you; it's putting new pressure on our country and on our democracy." Barack Obama addressing Hampton University's graduating class.


The proper term is Infotainment (amnewsment being too damn hard to say apparently), and I personally thank Rupert Murdoch for his hard work in the continued degradation of information and news into another form of attention deficit encouraging entertainment, not Xbox, iphone or other devices.

I consider a device created for enhanced communication different than a device created primarily for the purpose of playing games. Sure the iphone plays games, but that is an aside to its primary function. Grouping all such devices into one generally admonishing statement is a misleading and superficial arguing point.

Saying the iphone and ipad turn information into a diversion is pretty much the same sort of non logic as claiming forks cause obesity. Curse you fork! If only we might rid the world of your pronged scourge we'd have no fat kids, chicks or dudes, anywhere, ever.

I like ridiculous the point of pride that somehow, the President doesn't know how to use a device (ipad) that a cat and a toddler can operate. Have you tried to use one, Mister President?


Iggy can work one



So can Ean



See?! It is that easy!

Granted, Iggy is a cat and responding to the random movement much as he would your sock-clad toes or a bird feeder outside the window filled with finch fury but it still proves you don't even need an opposable thumb to work this thing.

Meanwhile little Ean is being indoctrinated into brand recognition, consumer loyalty in effect rendering him a Disney consumer whore before he can even pronounce the words consumer or whore, more than he's educating himself.

Forks can put an eye out as well as cause obesity, and that really isn't the fork's fault. The fork is just a tool. A technological innovation which improved upon the pointed sticks and emancipated those who cannot use chopsticks from noodley hunger.

Televisions make crappy babysitters

for precious little snowflakes and the ipad is another facilitator so long as parents use it as a poor replacement for their role in raising a child, not a tool to enhance their own instruction.

The iphone, ipad and other similar devices open up limitless opportunities in communication and education and equally limitless ways to waste time, but it's up to us as individuals what we do with such tools.

Tea Batty

I like bats but I love my spawn's enforced school project in appreciation of my fertile ovum meeting a winning spermatozoa in a romantically lit womb.







First grade art, brought to you by Lydia who informed me those are indeed bats. "Because you love bats mommy."

Yes, yes I do!

A Happy Mother's Day means thank you more than once a year

Even so, thank you for everything, without you we wouldn't be here now.






Barbara Bradley










Linda Kay Lipsey

Vintage Gothic

Whereupon I take an antique photograph I've had for years, scan it, then waste time playing with filters.

Voila!

The Black Rider or the Fatal Marksman

Today on German Avant Garde Kabuki Theatre, Tom Waits' the Black Rider......




There is a light in the forest
There is a face in the tree
I'll pull you out of the chorus
And the first one's always free

You can never go a-hunting
With just a flintlock and a hound
You won't go home with a bunting
If you blow a hundred round

It takes much more than wild courage
Or you'll hit the tattered clouds
You must have just the right bullets
And the first one's always free

You must be careful in the forest
Broken glass and rusty nails
If you're to bring back something for us
I have bullets for sale

Why be a fool when you can chase away
Your blind and your gloom
I have blessed each one of these bullets
And they shine just like a spoon

To have sixty silver wishes
Is a small price to pay
They'll be your private little fishes
And they'll never swim away

I just want you to be happy
That's my only little wish
I'll fix your wagon and your musket
And the spoon will have it's dish

And I shudder at the thought
of your Poor empty hunter's pouch
So I'll keep the wind from your barrel
And bless the roof of your house

Stew's Tattoos

Better than a medic alert bracelet or pendant and a thousand times more awesome is the Medic Alert Tattoo

Frida Trieste

Fabric, acrylic, metallic ink and paper on a cheap wooden plaque. Gifted to Maria-Elena.

I didn't have to ask

Thoughts/Questions:

When you coyly touch someone's nose, you must say "bing!". This is an unspoken law.

It has always amazed me how one can feel like a sexy beast yet look about as far from sexy as possible.

That beat, I cannot resist! I'll just throw my gun over here to co-mingle with the copious amounts of extension cords and mystery things bagged in black plastic while I strap on my steam driven testicular hoist and bust a move.

Are those tow straps?

A lacrosse helmet with shiny bows stuck to the top?

Are those perhaps....reflective tow straps?

What the hell is on that dartboard? I'm guessing it's

The Venus of Willendorf

That make the poison sandwich move never grows old.

That lie on the floor convulsing (alright, doing 'dick-ups') while reverse straddled by a sparring partner shaking his ass like two cans of old paint being remixed at the hardware store because someone was too cheap to buy new paint move, will hopefully die in its infancy.

Black pants = Sexy
Waist high pants made from black painted cardboard = not sexy.

Wait, is that Receiver Boy?! I thought he was killed in ep 47 by Power Sergio....

What earns one the right to wear a pink Drama Queen sash in Afghanistan?

Only those who can breech the defenses of Fortress Telephone shall win my heart!

Thanks to Joss Whedon, blue latex gloves will always be creepy as fuck and thus decidedly UNsexy.

Because he doesn't suck

Broken Doll

Broken Doll (an alcoholic creation inspired by Joss Whedon's Dollhouse, created by Mister Andrew Bradley)

1 oz. Mount Gay white rum
1 oz. Mount Gay rum
1 oz. Lemon Hart demerarra rum
1/2 oz. Maraschino
1/2 oz. amarretto
2 oz. OJ
1/2 oz. pineapple juice
tiny splash of grenadine
Shake with ice 15 seconds and pour into large rocks glass over fresh ice.
Garnish with swizzle stick topped with small photos of Joss Whedon.

Drink these until you fall asleep for a little while.



[Dubious face appropriate as a swizzled warning, simply print, affix and enjoy]