Momma Needs Her Lil’ Smokies
Hey y’all.
Dr. Ding was just setting here watching her stories on the tell-o-vision kerwhatchit, thinking Goddang, where is my links at? My blogroll done look like crap! or something equally insightful.
Seriously. Send me your blog links. The blogroll is woefully out-of-date and wants for reorganizing. Evil Manservant Jeebes is pretty much useless these days, much preferring to polish the furniture with whale oil and cordite than to help with such housekeeping matters, craven Dunhill-smoking blaggard that he is.
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Where My Bitches At?
People. Dr. Ding has been busier than a cat trying to hide crap on a marble floor. Saddling my dreams is serious, exhausting bidness. I will have an exciting announcement within the next couple of months, but it’s all a bit hush-hush at the moment until the details are finalized.
First off, I have another UGO post up. It’s chock-full of formatting errors. Just saying.
Second, I need advertisers. Know any? Google’s AdSense and I parted company awhile back and Yahoo’s beta whatsit is taking its sweet time to get back to me. I have a feeling my rather liberal use of words like “fuckery,” “fuckity” and “fucktarded” may have contributed somewhat to my current situation. Well, that and all the blaspheming. So I’ve got that going for me.
If you know of any stout-hearted advertisers, brave and true, jiggle me or Google me or DM me or whatever the hell it is you people do.
Third, I’m committing wanton acts of Steampunk-induced bloggery over at BrassGoggles upon random occasion. I’ll try to keep you updated.
I said “try” and I meant it.
Fourth — where my Dear Dr. Ding letters at? Being able to blast the unvarnished, invective-larded versions of my own idiosyncratic psychomological wisdomation out into the interwebbish multiverse makes the 100 years I spent in gradual school plus the 10 years of working with brain-injured damaged care insurance authorizers all worth it. And you can be as anonymous as you wish.
Fifth. You can reach me here if need be. Or you can follow me on Twitter. It’s all a rich tapestry.
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I’m Tellin’ All Y’all It’s Sabotage
Dr. Ding is considering having some sort of theme to each week’s bloggue ripostes. Such as, oh, I don’t know…sabotage, perhaps?
Then again, maybe I’ll just keep cranking out the randomly interconnected, discursive reflections and rants.
In the meantime, help yourself to a big serving of “Sabotage” by the always funk-e-fresh Beastie Boys.
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Taking Care of Bidness
This morning finds Dr. Ding pondering her current woeful lack of bidness cards. I want a design that’s expressive and sassy, yet dignified. This can be a difficult look to pull off, especially when you’re as much of a glitter/animal print aficionado as I.
But I think I’ve found just the place to start looking, right about cheere at Creative Bits.
Feast.
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For Dr. Ding So Loved The World….
….that she asked her readership to send in topics they most wanted to read about.
No more shall you be completely at the autocratic, merciless whims of Her Royal Dingship. I want you to have a voice here, and you can be as sassmouth as you see fit. I love me some sassmouth bitches/bastids.
As always, I want to hear your angst in “Dear Dr. Ding” letter form. But please feel free to suggest blog topics in the Comments section below, or to use the Contact form on the sidebar, which shoots me an email.
Jeebes is no longer allowed to view email after quite disastrously attempting to use kerosense and whale blubber to clean and polish my MacBook last week. Where the hell is my Evil Manservant-sized exobiotanical containment device when I need it?
What do you want Dr. Ding to rail, swivet, and riff about in her typically Steampunk-meets-tacky 1980s nostalgia, psychologically rope-a-dope expository style, with several generous helpings of Drag Queen wisdom and a wildly incongruous Buddhist-flavored metaphysical perspective thrown in to keep things interesting?
What juicy, succulent topics would you have me so deftly carve with my rapier wit and serve up lovingly with a green Jello side salad of snark, marshmallows optional?
Dish, y’all.
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Edumacation
Dearest snarkficionados.
Dr. Ding thinks you should check out the following blogs and sites, for the good of the order, and for the care of souls.
Local Blogs:
The Bloggess Dig those kee-ray-zay curlers. And she’ll steal the corset off a dead Gold Rush whore, stat. Do not underestimate her powers.
epiphenita Makes Dr. Ding look like a total fucking pantywaist. Brutally honest, inventively funny, and she has the best vocabulary this side of the Pecos. I totally stole MarriedToTheSea comics from her.
chookooloonks Gorgeous photos. And her adorable daughter almost makes me want to become a parent. Almost.
Slices From the PearLady Her SFW blog wins awards. I have technical envy as well as glittery pear logo envy.
Exquisitely Bored in Nacogdoches Okay, so it’s Nac, but it’s so righteously ring-a-ding-ding I don’t care.
Dr. Miggy Smart, eclectic science/music enlightenment purveyor. She plays Cesaria Evora on her radio show, which makes her aces in my book.
Sites:
The Institute of Official Cheer This site makes me laugh and cringe simultaneously. It’s pure internet crack.
Skwigg’s World Gen-X’s fitness guru and I shouldn’t love the obssessive pictures of her abs, guns, and eats. But yet I do.
HCWD Come for the incisive social commentary, stay for the deconstruction of the post-millenial American male waxing-tanning dialectic as it obtains in Long Island and New Jersey proper.
Dandyism.net My latest find. Exceedingly delightful.
LUSH No, it’s not what you think. It’s about conditioner that smells exactly like pumpkin pie.
Pup Scouts Top Dinger Trainer’s site for all things doggish. I need to get Pooperella over there, stat. Oh and possibly myself since it’s my behavior that’s the problem. But not the actual pooing. That’s all her. Yes.
indiebride and Offbeat Bride The only two wedding sites that make any sense whatsoever.
Blogs:
Brass Goggles The lighter side of steampunk. For Victorian nerddes.
LOTD By turns sophomoric and utterly brilliant.
midwest neurotica When I yearn for my midwestern roots, I come here. The recipes alone are killer bee.
Technoccult High weirdness indeed. Come here to get your conspiracy theory freak on.
Slaying the Scale Monster JeAnne is one of my heroes. Not just because she lost the weight, but because she gained a rich, interesting life and hard-won self-acceptance. Love her. Love her!
There are lots more, these are just the ones I’ve been ritualistically, compulsively checking over and over peeking at lately.
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