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Taylor Tuesday

Tuesday, August 30th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

Today’s Taylor Tuesday is in two parts. First, click this link and play the video. And then return to this post.

*taps foot*

Wasn’t that pure awesomeness?? Huh? Huh? EFF YOU!

Daniel Craig LOVED It!*

And now this song is dedicated to you:

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing
But all you are is mean

All you are is mean
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city
And all you’re ever going to be is mean, yeah yeah
Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me
And all you’re ever going to be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?

*A dramatization. Any resemblance to real or ficticious persons is merely coincidental.

George Clooney says “Hooray! It’s Taylor Tuesday!”*

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011 by Dawn Summers

Time turns flames to embers
You’ll have new Septembers
Every one of us has messed up too

Lives change like the weather
I hope you remember
Today is never to late to
Be brand new

It’s all right, just wait and see
Your string of lights are still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you’ve been
You’re still an innocent

It’s okay, life is a tough crowd
36, and still growin’ up now
Who you are is not what you did
You’re still an innocent
You’re still an innocent

Lost your balance on a tightrope
It’s never too late to get it back

*A dramatization. Any resemblance to real or ficticious persons is merely coincidental.

Taylor Tuesday

Tuesday, August 16th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. #insanity

I’ve been giving out chances every time
and all you do is let me down
and it’s taken me this long
baby but I figured you out
and you’re thinking we’ll be fine again
but not this time around

You don’t have to call — anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last — straw
Don’t wanna to hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you baby
Like I did — before
You’re not sorry.
oh-h-h no. no. no.

Have a great rest of summer xoxo

Friday, August 12th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

Okay, I’m really going away this time.

I delayed the hiatus to let the birthday season stragglers catch up, but nothing new happened and I’m now officially fried. Effort is exhausting, yo.

Back in September.

Now, I gotta figure out how to draft two winning fantasy football teams without jinxing my real life team. :X

Peace, love and chickengrease.

This is my new favoritest song! I’m so blackity black these days.

(How much longer till Taylor Tuesday?! )

You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions
The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions
But it wasn’t your fault, wasn’t in your intentions
You the one here talking to me, you don’t wanna listen

But I admire your poppin’ bottles and pimpin’
Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping
Baby, so don’t be mad, nobody else trippin’
You seen a lot of crooks and crooks still crook

See, you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love
See, you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever

Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love

See I just want you to know that you deserve the best
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
Yeah, and I want you to know
You’re far from the usual, far from the usual

See, you had a lot of crooks
Tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love

Happy (early) birthday to Mama Clare

Friday, August 12th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

However, under no circumstances am I taking you anywhere near Red Lobster tomorrow.

I’ll “The Help” you right in the face

Thursday, August 11th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

Yes, I’ve seen “The Help.”

I’ve seen “The Help” my entire life.

I saw “The Help” when Whoopi Goldberg was in it with Ray Liotta and I saw “The Help” when Whoopi Goldberg was in it with Doogie Howser M.D. The good white people who treat their coloreds just *like* they were people! And the coloreds sho does loves the chillren too.

Lawd, chile.


No doubt I’ll see “The Help 2011.” I watch a lot of movies. It’s a thing with me, but I saw some tweets today, from a woman I actually know in real life and have always had a pleasant online rapport with, that pissed me the FUCK off.

And I quote:

I’m more than a little sad & annoyed @ how The Help is being demonized by people w/an ax to grind & overlooking ANY of its other themes.


DUUUUUDDEEEEEE!!! What do you mean “you people”? Er…I mean, people. O_o

Last winter, a white friend of mine, used the phrase “black chip on her shoulder” to dismiss the criticisms a black friend of mine had about a popular British sci-fi show.

GAAWWWDD, you negroes are always complaining about SOMETHING! The Oscars don’t nominate any black people? You complain. We make a hackneyed movie about stereotypical “mammies” in the 60s who are saved by the earnest “good white folk,” a flick GUARANTEED to get nominated, you complain. Jaysus what is it with you people and your axes and chips?!

And I guess since I brought it up, I will tell you. Here’s the problem: the po black folk who need savin’ are the only movies mainstream Hollywood ever tells. I wonder whether the woman who is all saddened by the black people with their axe grinding has seen any other film this year with more than three lead black characters. (And listen, don’t get me started on those movies, but if “The Help” is your *only* “black film” I side-eye you and hard.)

Also, in an environment where leading Republican candidates for President of the United States of America are signing statements that explicitly say that black children were BETTER OFF in slavery, it is up to leading academics, historians and journalists — of ALL RACES — to cut the knees out from under ANY dramatization of slavery or Jim Crow era “stories” that romanticize the degradation of black Americans.

The help didn’t clean houses and wipe the snot of white children because that shit was fun. They did it because that was ALL they were ALLOWED to do. Can you imagine a world where your mother, your grandmother and your daughter ALL had the SAME fate… keeping someone else’s household together for pennies? Cooking food that you’re not allowed to eat for people who you can’t sit next to on the bus? Miss me with the “oh, but these whites were different.” The “different” whites were the ones killed for protesting WITH black people. Just sayin.

And then there’s the white washing of the reality of being a domestic… I can’t for a SECOND imagine a movie being made, about say 1930s Germany, where the gist is that the Jews decided to leave Berlin and all move in together in the Polish countryside. Where, though they had to wear certain clothing and get fun tattoos, they managed to strike up a friendly camaraderie with the German guards and they’d play cards together and give the kind-hearted “good Nazis” advice on child rearing.




And you know what, if they MADE that movie AND I saw it AND LOVED IT, no way IN HELL would I tell Holocaust survivors or their descendants to shut up when they complained that the movie didn’t track with their reality. I would fall the hell back because dude, DUUUUUDDDDEEEEEE.


Okay, I’m done. DONE. Just. DONE.


Thursday, August 11th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

I figured out why I’m such a terrible cook! I find cooking boring. So, I’ll start, get distracted by something I find interesting and then, by the time the smoke alarm reminds me that I was cooking… badness!

I actually baked a crazy cake last month and it was fun doing all the candy specks in, so I kept watching it and in the end, I think, it came out pretty well. But these regular dinner cooking thingamajigs that I’ve been doing lately…snooze.

Wanna laugh?

Thursday, August 11th, 2011 by Dawn Summers


SETI resumes search for alien life

Thursday, August 11th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

Why? Do we think they have money?

Wait… they’re not BLACK??

Thursday, August 11th, 2011 by Dawn Summers

YYAASSSSSSS!!!! *Dougies*

God, why are white people such criminals? I don’t feel safe.