Writing by Ms. D. Meanor on Sunday, 13 of July , 2008 at 11:06 am
An explanation on meaning:
1) The number 37 is my lucky number. It has been my lucky number since I was about 12 or 13. My brother, who is 11 years my junior, would hear my mother telling me to be home by a certain time, such as 7:30 or 10:00 and, being only 3 or 4 years old at the time, he would always tell me to “Be home at 37″ which is the equivalent of saying “Be home on time.” for a 3 or 4 year old. After the first time he said that, 37 showed up in everything I did. I’m wondering if 37 is the age I’ll be when I kick off from this Valley of Tears. Creepy…
2) The brass plate concept is a nod to the character Tik-Tok, the Mechanical Man from the movie “Return to Oz.” (For those of you that are movie fans, this movie is Fairuza Balk’s first film. She’s the gal that played the bad crazy witch in “The Craft.”)
3) The location (my left breast-icle) is tribute to a song by one of my favorite bands, Pixies. There is a song by Pixies called “No. 13 Baby” from the album “Doolittle.” One the lines of the song is
Black tear fallin’ on my lazy queen
Gotta tattoo tit
Say number 13
Obviously, I opted for 37 instead of 13 since 37 is my lucky number (and, let’s face it, 13 is rather cliche these days).
For the record, I feel like someone has taken a meat tenderizer to my boob. FOUR HOURS of being poked and jabbed for my first tattoo… just my luck.
Writing by Ms. D. Meanor on Tuesday, 8 of July , 2008 at 10:59 pm
In memorial of one of last century’s dinosaurs of politics, that man that lived to be over 100 years old fueled by pure spite and viciousness, the one and (thankfully) only Jesse Helms, I post this blog entry from a long time AIDS advocate and victim.
Additionally, I submit this article from one of my favorite political blogs, The Rude Pundit, which gives us a fantastical view of what the vile Senator may have experienced shortly after his anxiously awaited departure from the remainder of humanity.
My dear Senator, if there is some way that you can see all the people posting blogs voicing their joy at your passing on from this world, then justice has been served. I gleefully, joyously, maliciously, viciously add my voice to theirs. Rest in Distress, Senator. May you never know peace.
PS! Thanks to Crystal for sharing the link to the POZ blog story!
Writing by Ms. D. Meanor on Thursday, 29 of May , 2008 at 12:31 am
So I’ve just found the brand new Cyndi Lauper album “Bring Ya to the Brink.” Holy freakin shit. It is just FABULOUS!! It’s definitely very very gay, but I am so enjoying it. Obviously Cyndi has been a member of Ms. D. Meanor’s most beautiful women for a very very long time, and now she renews her membership in that list. My favorite pick from the album is the song entitled “Same Ol’ Story,” the chorus of which goes…
Well It’s the same old fucking story
With your two different sets of rules
The same old fucking story
One for me two for you
It’s the same old fucking story
It’s the same old fucking story all around yeah
Oh just lovely!!!! DEFINITELY a welcome addition to Ms. D. Meanor’s file of songs for entertainment purposes. The rest of the album sounds quiet lovely as well and I will be purchasing it around about pay day.
Also joining us is a new girl, Katy Perry, with her new song “I Kissed a Girl.” She hasn’t officially been added to the list of the most beautiful women, but she’s definitely lovely and very fun! I originally thought her new song was a song that came out years and years ago, a very hippy, urban-chic song that I didn’t really care for back then (and still don’t). But after some pressing from a friend (Thank you Birkenau-Randy) I viewed the video for the song and it turns out it’s an entirely new song! Quiet lovely actually!
The theme of the song isn’t necessarily one I’m enamored of, but the tune its self is just so fun!!!
She has another song which I previewed called “Ur So Gay” which had a very different feel while still hitting on “gay” themes. It seems that she’s singing that song to a “metrosexual” type lad and I just loath metrosexuals. The video is tres’ cute!
Writing by Ms. D. Meanor on Saturday, 17 of May , 2008 at 2:33 am
One of my favorite authors, Terry Pratchett, writes of something called the Trousers of Time. It’s a derivative of the quantum theory (in a very very basic lay out, it means that for every decision you make, there’s an alternate universe where another you made a different decision).
It brings me to tonight, drunken and ranting, wondering how different things could have been… what would have happened, if I’d pursued a life of endless pageants and crowns? What would have happened, had I taken that first hormone injection? What would life have been like had I moved to Florida, North Carolina, Hawaii, Oregon? What would I have been like, had I never discovered the effects of cheap vodka?
Rambling and messy… I’m sure you’ll all forgive me for it. ;-) Drunken existentialism, gotta love it.
Writing by Ms. D. Meanor on Friday, 2 of May , 2008 at 12:39 am
Jean-Daniel Cadinot, a figurative giant and very early leader in the porn industry, died earlier this week at age 62 from a heart attack. His blog had the following information posted to it. I shall drink to him this weekend
“If you’re reading these words I will have put down my camera, switched off the lights, drawn the curtains and taken my final bow. May all the efforts and work of a whole life, the quest for the moment of pure truth in the sublime communion of two beings under the spell of the undefinable desire for the other, inspire those who inherit my heart.
“The human being is made such that it only remembers the good and the beautiful, therefore I leave you with a free mind and a head overflowing with a myriad of young men, sometimes strong and vigorous, sometimes fragile and sensitive. All of them gave me these unforgettable moments of their most tender intimacy, moments that only a few really know but which I made into images to allow you to admire them over and over again.
“Never were success or personal fortune my creed. You offered me gratitude, and I thank you for that because I wanted nothing else. Cadinot salutes you. Remember a kindly fellow, an extreme observer given to rages and contradiction but who listened to others and was full of love.
“An erect phallus is a symbol of life; a cross a symbol of death.”
Writing by Ms. D. Meanor on Friday, 14 of March , 2008 at 6:05 pm
Joining the ranks of Ms. D. Meanor’s list of all time most beautiful women is the French songbird Yael Naim. I found Yael the same way most people did, through the Apple commercial for their new Macbook Air. I loved the song on the commercial, downloaded it, am featuring in my shows now (beginning with my show tonight as a matter of fact), and was lucky enough to catch her American TV debut on Ellen Degeneres today.
This lovely lady is definitely one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, adding to that her simply divine voice.
Writing by Ms. D. Meanor on Wednesday, 13 of February , 2008 at 6:02 pm
FINALLY! After all this time, those dipshits at the Westminster Kennel Club (or the Inbreeding Animal Farm, as I would prefer it to be called) finally figured out that the beagle is indeed THE dog. Ch K-Run’s Park Me In First, better known as Uno, was the FIRST beagle to win the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show.
Writing by Ms. D. Meanor on Wednesday, 13 of February , 2008 at 5:59 pm
**UPDATE**
Thanks to Jason Lefebvre, I have the song!!! I didn’t even have the right title! The actual title of the song is Regnava ne silenzio. I’m completely unsure what opera it came from, and also completely unsure that I care. All that matters is that I HAVE IT!
So I’ve FINALLY found what is I think the title of the song from one of my favorite movies, Beetlejuice. The song is the operatic-type aria playing in the background as dear little Lydia (played by Winona Ryder) writes her suicide note. According to all information I can find via Google, the sound is called “I Dream” by Areza Riandra.
I can’t find this damn song anywhere! Please, I implore you all, during your daily trolling of the internet, please keep your eyes peeled for this song!!! I’ve wanted it for AGES and it isn’t on the movie soundtrack!
Writing by Ms. D. Meanor on Wednesday, 30 of January , 2008 at 6:18 pm
I know it happened some time ago, but I feel compelled to dredge it back up because it has me pretty pissed off. I speak of Mrs. Clinton’s crying episode that occurred while on the campaign trail. Now, to all the misogynists of the country, and indeed the world, this was of course just another woman making crocodile tears to get sympathy. Another common gripe of the anti-Clintons and misogynists: Why in the world would any self-respecting person vote for a person, let alone a woman, that can’t even keep her emotions in control?
Well, thank the stars, you’re about to find out! Oh, you lucky misogynists! Here’s the big secret: People actually have, and are allowed to have, emotions in their lives! Even in politics!!! I know! You’re shocked beyond belief, you just cannot understand how you managed to go through your life and not realize that until now! Don’t worry, the rest of us are just as shocked as you are about your complete lack of any sort of emotions as you’ve bumbled and blustered through your logical and rational little lives.
Speaking of rational… that’s another facet of things the critics have missed: Just because someone has emotions and is unafraid of letting them be seen doesn’t mean that person is automatically an irrational and illogical person. We humans understand and respect that you have to have rational order in your lives, so why will you not understand and respect that we have to have emotional order in ours? If you can’t deal with that, I suggest you contact Virgin for their first flight off the planet and take your heartless ass to Vulcan (shameless Star Trek reference: the Vulcans were the species that lived solely by logic and refused to allow any emotion into their lives).
I’m not saying that I’m for Clinton in this race… and there’s another gripe I have. In this and every other campaign, the MEN are always talked about by using their last name only. Obama is Obama, McCain is McCain, even the blessed holier-than-thou retard Huckabee has the Reverend dropped. But no no, not Hillary. She’s ALWAYS named by first name only. Damn bastardized media. At any rate, I’m not for Clinton in this race. I’m not really for anyone. I think it’s all going down the shithole and there’s nothing to be done anyway. But it still pisses me off and I still have a really big mouth.
In closing, I must just say this: for all you Hillary haters out there, all the misogynistic high-brows, the chauvinist bible beaters, the Limbaugh-listening sheep, get a grip and admit the truth: you don’t dislike her because of her political stance. You dislike her because she’s a woman. Actually, dislike is a bit on the mild side. You hate her because she’s a woman. So take that back to your tiny, logically ordered, rationally perfected, emotionally-handicapped world and sit and spin on it.
**Please remember boys and girls, comments are more than welcome on MsDMeanor.com, but this isn’t a democracy here. It’s totally a dictatorship. So don’t disagree with The Dictatoress or she’ll turn your disagreeing comments into messages of love and support for Hillary. **
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