2009 rants

Rant 54 December 2009: Haven’t been there/done that, have an opinion anyway

November 24th, 2009 by Mistress Krista | 19 Comments

Rant 54 December 2009: Haven't been there/done that, have an opinion anyway

For those of you living south of 60 degrees latitude (or not in Churchill, Manitoba), polar bears may look cute and friendly, like in the Coke commercials, but they most certainly are not. They are generally grumpy, hungry creatures who think people are basically upright cocktail weenies. If you think bears are cuddly pets, you’re probably the kind of person who would own a face-eating chimp. Why armchair quarterbacks suck, and why difficulty brings growth.


Rant 53 November 2009: Swhiner baby

October 28th, 2009 by Mistress Krista | 16 Comments

Rant 53 November 2009: Swhiner baby

Hey! Apparently there is this thing called swine flu! And we are all going to die horribly from it! Instead of the Four Horsemen, the apocalypse will be wrought upon us by the Four Pigmen, who will arrive in a burst of porcine glory astride their mighty oinking and snuffling steeds!


Rant 52 July 2009: Mistress goes to the mountain

July 4th, 2009 by Mistress Krista | 19 Comments

Rant 52 July 2009: Mistress goes to the mountain

Things I learned on my summer vacation: Oxygen is important. Colorado grandmothers make Marines look like crybabies. Also, eyeballs can explode. Cooool.


Rant 51 May 2009: Rituals of renewal

May 17th, 2009 by Mistress Krista | 17 Comments

Rant 51 May 2009: Rituals of renewal

As the Animatronic robot sang to Bart Simpson, “You’re the birthday, you’re the birthday, you’re the birthday boy or girl.” My second birthday, competitive dishwasher unloading, and new opportunities for Hallmark.


Rant 50 March 2009: Ain’t that a shame

March 10th, 2009 by Mistress Krista | 35 Comments

Rant 50 March 2009: Ain't that a shame

I’ll get up in front of anyone to talk about anything. I can’t promise it will be interesting, relevant, or amusing, but hey, you get what you pay for. At least I’m up there and not losing sphincter control. So it was a rather interesting experience to find myself crying in front of an audience. And not just a nice little politician’s crocodile tear. I mean full-on, let ‘er rip, snorking complete with the DTs and PTSD. WTF?



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