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PETA: A BIG LIE...Oh, and now they are WEIGHT LOSS COUNSELORS, TOO!

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In response to PETA's offensive, bigoted, and hate-perpetuating billboard on which an obese woman is depicted in a bikini, watching what appears to be a beached whale in the distance, complete with caption that reads "Save the Whales" then something like, "Lose the Blubber...Go Vegetarian" (may not be an exact quote, but I refuse to look up the ad again because it really pisses me off), I sent this email to them. Read below for their patronizing response. And stop giving them money. They are most likely using it to send all their employees to the beach to make fun of fat people instead of protecting defenseless animals. They obviously have too much time on their hands. People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals? I don't think so. PETA, you are anything but ethical. You are bigoted liars that should be charged with a hate crime.

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Sent: Tuesday, August 18, 2009 6:29:01 PM
To: Teresa Marshall
Subject: Report Animal Cruelty Form


PETA's Online Community


The issue I'm reporting involves:
Animals used for entertainment

Please enter your contact information below.



Please describe your concern, including the names and contact information of the individuals and agencies involved, dates and times, the exact location of the incident, and what has been done thus far:


My email to PETA:

"I am concerned that your organization is abusing animals with its billboard that states "Save the Whales" and depicts a large woman in a bikini. Humans are animals, too, the last time I checked, and I happen to be an overweight female who has dealt with ridicule, abuse, unfair treatment, and humiliation almost all of my life. Now, your organization has chosen to jump on the bigoted bandwagon, and I do not appreciate it one bit. Please remove my name from your lists. You will never receive another dime from me. Thanks for perpetuating the abuse and hatred. I thought maybe your organization was above that, but obviously your attention whoring ways have gotten the best of you. Abuse is NEVER okay, even when it's directed towards a human that sometimes CAN defend themselves."


Their stupid, insulting response:

Dear Ms. Fink,



Thank you for sharing your thoughts on PETA’s “Lose the Blubber” billboard. We apologize for any offense we may have caused; that was not our intent. We agree that a world where self-esteem is unrelated to body size would be a wonderful place. Our aim is not to insult people who are overweight but to persuade them to make a simple, positive change for their health.



While many people have found our billboard humorous, we take obesity very seriously. We want to encourage overweight people to go vegetarian to protect their health. Researchers have found that a higher body mass index is associated with a greater risk of premature death from all causes. For example, according to the American Heart Association, obesity contributes to heart disease, America’s number one cause of death. The American Dietetic Association says that vegetarians have lower rates of heart disease, cancer, diabetes, and obesity than meat-eaters do.



Studies have shown that “weight loss” diets don’t work long-term—but going vegetarian does. Studies published in the Journal of Clinical Nutrition and the New England Journal of Medicine have found that vegetarians are far less likely to be overweight than meat eaters are. By encouraging people who want to lose weight to go vegetarian instead of resorting to unhealthy diets, we hope to offer them a choice that the multimillion-dollar diet industry won’t give them: a long-term strategy for maintaining a healthy weight.



Certainly not every single vegetarian is at a healthy weight, as some have suggested our billboard implies, but there are many more meat-eaters who are obese and unhealthy. For most people, eating vegetarian meals is an effective way to achieve and maintain a healthy weight. But weight loss isn’t the only reason to try a vegetarian diet; we also promote going vegetarian as a great way to lower cholesterol and reduce the risk of many diseases. For most people, a vegetarian diet is an effective prevention strategy.



Our billboard is just one of the many ways that PETA promotes healthy vegetarian living. Other efforts include distributing free copies of our “Vegetarian Starter Kit,” hosting free public food tastings, offering meal plans and thousands of meat-free recipes at http://www.VegCooking.com, and educating people about the meat industry’s disregard for animal welfare (http://www.GoVeg.com/factoryFarming.asp) and its devastating effect on the environment (http://www.GoVeg.com/environment.asp).



To read more about how obesity can be addressed by going vegetarian, please go to http://www.GoVeg.com/obesity.asp. To read vegetarian weight-loss success stories, please visit http://www.GoVeg.com/f-veganweightloss.asp. You can order a free “Vegetarian Starter Kit” for yourself or a friend at http://www.GoVeg.com/order.asp to learn even more.



Thank you again for sharing your thoughts and for giving us the opportunity to share ours.


Sincerely,



Carrie Edwards

PETA Foundation


BLAH, BLAH, BLAH....What a load of SHIT. Pure shit.



Funnel Cakes for BREAKFAST! WooHOO!

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Okay, one of my favorite authors, Karin Slaughter, posted a question on FB this morning, asking if it was wrong to want corn dogs and funnel cakes for breakfast. Of course, I don't think it's wrong to have fair food at any time, but I am, admittedly, a food-a-holic, which is neither here nor there.

As a big thanks to Karin for writing such KILLER (and I do mean KILLER) novels, here's my

Killer Funnel Cake Recipe:

Ingredients:

1 egg
2/3 cup milk
2 tbsp. sugar
1 1/4 cup flour
1/4 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking powder

Directions:


1. In a deep skillet, heat about two cups of oil over medium-high heat until hot. Test the temperature by dropping a pinch of flour into the hot oil. If it sizzles right away without smoking, it's perfect.

2. Beat egg and milk. Mix all other ingredients in a separate bowl and slowly add to the egg mixture, beating until smooth.

3. Using a funnel, drop into hot oil working from center outwards in a web pattern. (You can use a gallon sized freezer bag instead of a funnel by pouring the batter into the bag, snipping off a small corner of it, and squeezing the batter into the oil.)

4. Cook for about 2-3 minutes, remove from the oil when golden brown and crispy.

5. Sprinkle with powdered sugar and serve.

6. Fight off anyone trying to snag your funnel cake and tell them to get their own.



You may find Karin's novels at an independent bookseller near you. Support local booksellers!


Here's an idea: Enjoy both at the same time, but don't grease up the pages!


Wedding Dance...Before the Wedding?

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One of my fave authors posted this to her Facebook page, and I thought it was too cute not to post here. Enjoy!

I LOVE it When Kids Dance...

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Great song already, but these kids do quite a good job at their freestyle routine. I think I'm going to try some of these moves next time I'm in Macy's and the snobby sales associate is either ignoring me (the norm) or looking at me like I've just brought her a bag of cat poo:

It's Funny, But it's Sad...But it's Funny

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I'm a 48 Hour Filmmaker!!

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<img src="http://www.48hourfilm.com/badges/48hfp_atlanta_2009_tv_xl.jpg"
border="0" alt="48 Hour Filmmaker: Atlanta 2009">




I was graciously invited to contribute to the Atlanta Film Festival's AWESOME project where filmmakers have 48 hours to write, rehearse, direct/film, edit and produce an 8 minute film. The genre was chosen about an hour ago and I have not yet been informed as to what that genre might be...

Could it be a comedy?
A buddy film?
A horror flick?
Drama?
Western (ugh)?

I'm ready to write the script, so I'll keep everyone updated through my blog. It sounds like it'll be fun, if nothing else, but the winner goes to the Cannes Film Festival.

Fridays

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I shouldn't wish away my life and want it to pass quickly, but I certainly did it this week.

It's over, and I cannot put into words how relieved I am that it is.

That's all I'm going to say about that.

Happy WEEKEND!!

The Rain

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I love the rain
Or should I say
I admire it,
am fascinated by it,
am in awe of it?
No matter; that's just semantics

It can tap a muted message
a soft reminder on the window's face
It can rage and ruin
tearing down walls and lives

It writes romantic notes
for those of us that wish to read them

Sings praises on young crops
That would otherwise die without it

Thunders out threats
in a deep voice; warning of impending doom

Washing away solid rock
and raising already angry rivers,
it flows over the banks and down the hills
bringing life yet taking it away as well

It sometimes comes without warning and leaves the same way
without much evidence it was ever there
Liquid irony

Today

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Wow; my blog looks so big and sleek on my new 22" widescreen HD monitor! But I digress due to my unwavering fascination with all things shiny...

Today, I learned something new.

Passive-aggressive people need to be spanked.

Not in the figurative way, and not the real-life, good kind of spanking, like, "Woo-hoo; how ya' doin'" light smack on the posterior (from someone, of course, you don't mind handling that part of your anatomy).

They need the "capture you by the wrist, crank you over the knee, rip down your "draws", and wail on the cheeks with a large, wooden paddle through which someone has sadistically drilled 3/4" holes" way. HARD. And a LOT. Until they're crying. Until they are reduced to a crying, apologetic adult that has learned their lesson and won't antagonize someone in a chicken-livered, slinky-bellied kind of way any longer.

Ever again.

I have dealt with aggressive people all my life. My older sister liked to try to beat my ass every once in a while. My brothers? Well, they'll be brothers. Some friends, cousins and classmates occasionally took it upon themselves to challenge me in the past as well. Umm, not a good idea.

It's fairly simple, though: The plain ol' aggressives are much easier with which to deal. They threaten you to your face, you threaten them back IN their face, sometimes things get a little more heated than others, someone occasionally ends up getting their ass beaten and the problem is worked out, miraculously, on its very own. End of story.

The passive-aggressive is a slippery, lily-livered, queasy-stomached and clammy-handed kind of individual. They smile at you and tell you how pretty your hair is (or sometimes just say, "Did you get your hair cut?" and never say anything else, which makes you THINK they might have just given you a compliment, but in their back-handed, clammy/queasy chickeny way, they've just cut you down) or they tell you "Good Morning" and grin like hyenas...and then as soon as you are out of ear shot, they remark about how you look as if you've gained weight or how they've heard you drink a lot of gin. They make noises as they slither past your cubicle, just to piss you off. They slam their desk drawers (how convenient that their cube is hooked to yours! Now, your whole monitor is shaking and they are getting away with it because you refuse to whine to your supervisor every four and a half seconds), they talk as loud as possible on the phone, they hum along with their iPod knock-offs, probably to knock-off music by "various artists", and they are as annoying and as aggressive as possible, but not to your face. Just IN it.

They do it so that nobody can really tell they're doing it except for you, their target audience.

No one catches them "in the act" because it's ALL an act. No one can prove that they're doing whatever they can to make you crazy, to get you to make the first noticeable move towards retaliation or aggressiveness in real life, thus, they have PROOF that YOU are the a-hole in the situation, not THEM.

No one can really verify that this person is psychotic, but everyone knows, deep down, that they really are psychotic. They work, they smile, they gleefully suck up at every given opportunity, so in the end, their brownie points trump your loud complaints every time.

But WHY? I had to do some research to find out why someone could be so ill-formed and socially retarded:

They do it because they're jealous.
They do it because they're insecure.
They do it because they're uneducated and immature.
They do it because they've been brought up like that, by jealous, insecure, uneducated and immature parents.

It's really a sad state. But they're out there. I have a couple of spares if anybody needs one. I'll be glad to send one right over. For free.

Thanks for listening to my bitch session.

I have to go write now. Just had to get that out of my head (and my system) before I ended up killing someone else in my book that didn't deserve to die.

Thanks.

My New Mofrikan Word

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It might sound like a mystery word from the lesser known country of Mofrika. Alas, there is no country (to my knowledge) named Mofrika. It's just a word I've made up, due to circumstances beyond my control.

A little background on the word "Mofrika":

The high-stress/politically correct environment in which I work poses quite the conundrum. A high stress level makes me, well, stressed. Just like it does just about everyone. I don't mind deadlines and rules and procedures; don't get me wrong. I work pretty well under pressure. As a matter of fact, I require a certain degree of pressure in order to motivate my carcass. The previously-mentioned environment, however, is not your "normal" environment. I am sometimes afflicted with an almost Tourette's-like condition, whereupon I want to curse, flail my appendages, and curse some more. I'd like to stick out my tongue and wag my head back and forth until my earlobes are all slobbery; in my mind, this could actually help calm me down.

HOWEVER...

Our workplace is very, very PC...which I appreciate, don't get me wrong on that point, either. We are safe from pervs and racists and supposedly those that might threaten and/or intimidate us. We're also closely monitored by lots of little brown-nosed faeries flitting about, waiting for someone to commit a haneous crime such as remarking about the color of one's hair, the style of one's holiday (OH, NO! Not the dreaded non-PC holiday!) socks, or that their chair might be just a touch uncomfortable. Uncomfortable chair = company doesn't supply adequate equipment = I love to complain about my company = I am spreading slander and gossip about my company = I wish to drive business far, far away from my company = I am trying to close us down. Get it? It's a very logical progression.

We cannot talk above a whisper as it may "disturb" someone. Have you ever worked in a room with twelve other people and the only noise is six of them feverishly whispering? That's disturbing. And creepy.

We cannot make too many trips to the restroom. How many are too many? Three? Six? Eighteen? Who's taking notes? Well, they are, but they don't think we know that they are.

We have high stress, but we can't curse. We can't complain, can't sigh, can't storm out, and we can't waggle our heads back and forth with our tongues hanging out.

So, I made up a word that I can't get in trouble for, as long as I don't yell, scream, or say it above a whisper...MOFRIKA!

It can be used as a happy exclamation: "MOFRIKA! It's lunch time!"
It can be used as a noun: "Hey, Mofrika, get out of my cubicle!"
It can be used as a curse word: "Mofrika! I just banged my knee!"
It can be used as an adjective: "You are too mofrikan loud!"
It can be used as a plural noun: "These Mofrikas are stressing me out!"
It can be used as a verb: "I mofrika'd down those stairs to the parking lot like I was on fire."

Or, to replace any word you'd like not to say in the work environment: "I'm on my mofrika."

Or: "I need to go to the mofrika to check my mofrika. I'll be right mofrikan back."

Which reminds me of the best part about the word...

There is no limit as to how many ways or times you can use it in a sentence:

"I SO didn't mofrikan want to come up in this mofrika today that I laid in my mofrikan bed until six mofrikan thirty, Mofrika."

Use it. Use it wisely, frequently, and with a smile on your mofrikan face.

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