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look at my boy… MY BOY!
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What is up with the blogging universe?
Okay, um I thought I was the only one who felt this way, but after spending a few hours on mybloglog last night searching for something, anything, that is non celebrity related (even though I do enjoy a good ol’ celeb-smackdown now and again it is beginning to get old. The over glorified “enquiring minds want to know†style of writing and delivering the out of control celebrity watches, photos, and stories are just annoying already.) I’m even considering an overhaul of my sidebar links to delete a lot of that crap.
I was looking for blogs that are writer related, full of valuable content, or at best a good story. What can I say; I am hungry for a good read. I came across a few (and far between) blogs by writers for writers.
I found one awesome blogger that I did not have time to book mark, link, or join the community because my phone rang, cutting into my wireless connection, kicking me off the net, and now, for the life of me I can not find that freeking blog, person, or page…DAMN IT.
Who ever wrote that blog was able to articulate exactly what I have been thinking for the last few days. I really wish I could put that link here. I will never be able to convey the same message with any sort of dignity. Sigh.
Anyway, after I read that blog, having identified 100% with what they said, I feel the need to bitch a little bit myself.
I don’t really know when? Or why? Or how? But lately it seems to me that the blogosphere has kind of steered away from being a form of an online journal, with intimate, interesting, funny, and touching stories from people’s lives, or, as a means to relate valuable finds and new information to other people. Blogging is looking more and more like it has turned into what I can only say resembles a bunch of really bad get rich quick schemes.
Damn near every blog I have come across lately are full of “how to get rich blogging†“how to be a better blogger†“how to make google ads work for you†“write for this or that and get paid†…and so on. Some of these blogs are full of promises like being able to quit your day job and blah blah fucking blah.
Now, I know there are plenty of blogs that have generated enough revenue for the authors (lucky bastards) of these sites that can, and do, quit their jobs. I’d love to be one of them someday. But, how do I become one of those people? And how do I become one of those people, while keeping a modicum of dignity without a website that looks like fucking panhandling.
I can’t stand the over bearing Ads, blinking widgets, and the incessant “get better stats†“increase your traffic, and revenue here†that shit drives me crazy. Is that what I have to do to my page to make a few bucks? Say it isn’t so!
There is so much of that floating around out here that I almost feel obligated to partake. Like, maybe my blog isn’t a ‘real blog’ because I don’t have 75,861 widgets, and this blog is AD FREE. Maybe, I should run Ads here? Lots of people that I enjoy reading on a daily basis run Ads. In fact two of my FAVORITE bloggers, AMALAH and ROCK STAR MOMMY run Ads on their sites. For some reason the Ads on their sites don’t irritate me to the point of wanting to poke my own eyes out. I think that has a lot to do with the gift and genuine talent for writing they posses. The content on their pages far outweighs the Ad’s in the sidebars.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I would loooooooove to make a living writing. Believe you me, my paycheck is nothing short of sad. Even after devoting 5 years of hard labor, and even though I have paid my dues bitches, I am still paid like I am comming out of the starting gate. But I don’t write this blog to get rich. I write this blog, because I have to write. Just to fucking write. Most of the time, I write a bit of crap, my random, incoherent thoughts that never seem to connect. But, if I manage to string together a bunch of words into a sentence and tell a funny story now and again, great. One day, if I am able to make a living for doing just that…. than even better.
Another thing that has my head spinning is that even if I did want to “get rich blogging†I still can’t tell what sites are for real, and which ones are pure scams. I still very much consider myself a newbie in this field. Plus12 hours of my day is devoted to commuting and a fulltime job, so I don’t have the kind of time I need to thoroughly research a lot of these so called help a writer out blogs.
On top of having hard time trying to decipher what can be trusted and what is total bullshit, I am so unsure of the correct blogetiquette. Thankfully I have BLOG! BLOG! to help me learn some of the do’s and don’ts. (for real, a lot of people on the internet could really use the advice and knowledge being handed out over there.)
And one more truly annoying thing, I understand that people want increased traffic to come to their blogs, so more readers might click on the Ads, to make the all mighty dollar, but some of the profiles are so….. um, whoreish. Yeah, sure I could slap up a bunch of whoreriffic pictures up to get people over to my site too, but I just don’t want that kind of attention. Has part of the blogosphere gone go-go?
I have only had this blog for about a year; fortunately I am lucky enough to have an honest, experienced, real life friend that I can trust to point me in the right direction. Because of her, I was able to snag a real free lance writing position as a result. I wasn’t subject to a scam. (so far) But it is hard out here, with all the new blogs popping up every day.
I wish there were at least some pop-up warning signs on blogs:
“Don’t look directly into the sidebar; your cornea will burst into flamesâ€
“Dood! We will steal all of your words and take all of your ideas tooâ€
“Hey, click this for some cool virusesâ€
“We are crooked liars, but you won’t find that out till we hijack your soulâ€
Anyway, maybe BLAUGH has a crafty comic to summarize my latest blogging experience! I am sooo addicted to them right now.
Besides I have to go surf the net for some widgets now, just to jam up my page.
Posted in Celebitchy, Writing
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Penny Pincher
Ooooh, let’s see if we can find any RARE pennies!
Oh my god! Would you look at that! A wheathead penny! Yes!
This is the best day!
Have you ever seen a person THIS happy to receive pennies? No?
Me either.
yup. that’s my best friend.
Posted in Friends
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A Cancer Fund Raiser, featuring “Boobs McBruisedandHigh”
Friday night I accompanied my girlfriend Patty to a cancer fund-raising benefit. Well, that sounds a little more formal then the event actually was. But nonetheless, it was money being raised to donate for Prostate Cancer Research in the name of the host’s father. For Patty, it would be the first time in about a thousand years that she would be in the same room with so many people from her not-so-pretty past. She was beyond nervous. For me, it was an opportunity to be there for such a good friend who has always been there for me. I certainly did not expect to have as much fun as I did. It was so nice to see Patty, see herself, and just how far she has come in the last four years. She was the Jackie O. of the evening.
The rest of the evening will be better described in highlight form:
1. After Patty realized that introducing me as her ‘girlfriend’ made us sound more like a lesbian couple than regular friends, I thought it would be fun to run with the misconception. When we were seated at our assigned table I announced that Patty should stop trying to keep our relationship in the closet when we were going to be adopting our first Korean baby next week.
2. I spent a lot of time hiding behind the plant on our table to trying to take certain paparazzi shots.
3. We met a lovely girl whom I shall call Boobs McBruisedandhigh. (I cannot make shit like this up.) She was delightful eye candy. That is, if you are into the kind of look where too much flesh hanging out of a shirt that is three sizes too small, exposing sagging cleavage covered in bruise marks, housed in a tattered bra the public could clearly see, and a stomach rim that rested well below the pant line. But the best thing about Boobs McBruisedandhigh, aside from her physical attributes, or the paten leather red boots that came direct from 1983, was the conversation shared over a smoke break. It was fascinating to learn that medicaid wont fill your narcotic prescriptions before the 30 day refill time frame has ended. I’m sure it’s because medicaid is the fucked up party. I am sure it has nothing to do with the fact that her eyes were rolling into the back of here head, and she was slurring while speaking to us. Yeah, it must be that damn medicaid.
(FYI: Even if you have health benefits it is against the federal law to refill narcotic prescriptions to some one who is obviously over medicating them selves. The only people who can get refills prior to a 30 day restriction are those who live in Hollywood with pharmacists and doctors on retainer.)
After Boobs McBruisedandhigh told us in plain conversation (as if this was normal) that she takes around 15 different narcotic pills every single day, it was at that point when Patty felt the need to interject with the fact that her and I lived, and ran a recovery house for women. Patty went on to tell Boobs McBruisedandhigh about all the drugs tests we used to administer at the recovery house, and all the scams, excuses, justifications, and stories we heard during the course of our year long stay. Boobs McBruisedandhigh had no idea what we were talking about. Surprise.
BOOBS MCBRIUSEDNHIGH
4. I became friends with the real photographer of the party, thus ensuring my photo and video taking ways were more than acceptable to the rest of the crowd. Yeah, I was a guest, pretending to be a ‘back up’ picture taker, while shoving my equipment into people’s faces.
5. I danced with the host of the event. (whom I love) But, when I say danced, I mean I really just acted the lyrics out as if it were a high school play to the end of the song Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Meatloaf. Patty was in charge of videotaping that moment to bring to ya’ll, but sadly, she has no camera experience and there is no evidence that event ever occurred. However the real camera man, who I am anxiously awaiting to hear from, was able to capture most of the scenes as still shots, so you are not completely spared from seeing me make an ass out of myself.
6. I won the plant I was hiding behind and brought it home with me.
7. I received an interesting offer from Boobs McBruisedandhigh to go over her house and go though all her old shoes since we have the same small feet size 6. I will NOT be taking her up on that offer, nor will I be bringing you bad pictures of her very bad shoes.
8. Lastly, Patty won a quesadilla maker gift basket, which included margarita mix. But Patty did not discover the margarita mix, and glasses, until she got home. Nice present, for a recovered alcoholic to win as a prize right?
All in all, I had a blast, as did Patty. We came, we saw, we rocked, we looked fabulous.
I have been given the great honor of preserving the event on DVD. Ya’ll know I love me some new movie projects. The host of the show asked if I would be so kind to create a photo / video slide show. It will be my pleasure!
[PHOTO’S to follow as soon as I stalk / annoy / irritate the camera man for my copies]
This is me “acting out a “play-style” version of Paradise by the Dashboard Light”
Posted in Friends, Humor, Life
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My posts around here have been seriously lacking. …
My posts around here have been seriously lacking. I know. My site looks like advertising for dummies, gone bad. Sorry! I have become my own spam. Not cool. Since I have been so consumed with building the Everyone Needs a Little Evelyn store, and building the Everyone Needs a Little Evelyn blog page, I have neglected the hell out of this blog. But for the few links / posts demanding you CLICK HERE and READ THIS, and BUY THAT.
wow, that is really annoying.
I have also been very pre-occupied with obsessing over Alec Baldwin, its not that often I get to see so much of him in one week. mmmmmm.
Then there is the watching TV and writing articles for the 451 Press watching sitcoms blog, so I haven’t been able to do much else. I have nothing of interest to write about. I haven’t even taken pictures of anything or anyone lately. I feel so disconnected to the rest of the world! All I have done for the past week is: go to work, watch TV, and immortalize Evelyn on the internet.
My son has reminded me that I may want to, “get a life†… One that is “outside of the computer and blogosphere, ya, know, like a member of society?†Maybe even try, “Talking to people, that talk back …out loud.â€
Oh! Sure! I remember doing that.
So fine, tonight I am actually going out. As in, leaving my house. As in, with real clothes on. As in, with make up on my face, and styled hair. But, no, it is not a date. I have a cancer fund raiser to attend with my girlfriend Patty. I wonder? If this event holds promise for laughs and new video footage. And maybe? I will meet a man. One that I am sure to alarm immediately when my all of my video camera’s and equipment keeps getting shoved into his face. At least it will be nice to be around people again, and not in the sweat pants uniform I have been sporting the last few days.
Posted in Life, TV and Movies
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Evelyn Store is now OPEN
Do you remember THIS DAY? Or THIS DAY?
*As promised, to all of the loyal, faithful readers and lovers of this blog and my grandmother EV, I used all of your PAY PAL donations to fund an Evelyn merchandise store*
CLICK the banner to visit the store!
I have built and updated the Everyone Needs a Little Evelyn website! You can access all of her videos and her STORE right from her own page! CLICK HERE
Oh! and we have some really exciting Family News!
My brother Lee and his wife Maya, and having baby number two! This time, IT’S A GIRL! (She’s due in October!) This is the fist COLONNA girl to be born (not married) into the Colonna Name, since My Aunt Irene (Poppa Ernie’s sister) was born back in 1921.
The ground rules have already been laid. Lee will be locking up his soon to be daughter to prevent her from having any contact with ME. Yeah, Me! What? C’mon Lee! What’s the worst that can happen? She will come over my house for a weekend visit and come home with a boob job! Or tattoos! I will be the best Aunt (and funniest Aunt) ever! Besides when she does want to rebel wouldn’t you want an expert in that field to lend a hand!
Just one more thing…Sorry people you are not “off the hook” you still have to read WATCHING SITCOMS
Posted in Grandma Ev, Merchandise
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SCRUBS
(by now! you know the drill! please read MY article on SCRUBS on Watching Sitcoms!)
Okay, okay, that is enough annoying you… now I am just annoying myself; let’s back to the regular drama over here.
Well, there really isn’t any drama, per se. There aren’t any new major family events or movies to watch, and not too much else happening. Other than this…
And I think? This weekend I am finally going to set up “my merchandise†storefront! (Yeay! Then you guys get to be harassed into buying “my shit†with “my face†and “my logo†plastered all over it, plus and hopefully, there will be VOTE FOR EV things too!)
So, in the meantime… I am taking Votes? Requests? Suggestions? What sitcoms would YOU like me write about? What shows / celebrities would you actually WANT, rather than force you, to read about on my other blog?
Please comment HERE with suggestions? Requests? Whathaveyou!
Posted in TV and Movies
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30 ROCK! and my husband
my new article about the show 30 ROCK and Alec Baldwin
Yup! I love me a good sitcom! HELP! Keep the stats on my new blog flying high!
Posted in TV and Movies
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For all of my faithful readers, my family, and fri…
For all of my faithful readers, my family, and friends, ya’ll know I can’t even deal with dating at all. Right? Ya’ll know I haven’t even been on a date since last July. So, I was not disappointed when mystery blind date guy called me at 4pm, leaving a message to tell me he had a “work emergency” and wouldn’t be getting out of work until 11pm. (because that is like sooooo believable! He knew at 4pm that he would be stuck with a towing emergency that would last 7 hours long! Right?) um, yeah. Whatever!
The fact is…I don’t need anyone. In fact, I don’t even think I have room for dating right now. My blogs, my book, my job, my son, my house, my family all keep me very busy and my life is extremely full. For the most part, I am very happy with the way things in my life are.
Unless a perfect person falls out of the sky, and I mean perfect as in OCD clean, caters to my every need, expects nothing in return, and pays all my bills so I can quit my day job to write full time, without wanting or needing much or very limited physical contact, then fine. But until that happens, I am not going through the hassle of getting a baby-sitter, doing my hair and make up, worrying about what to say, do, be, or what outfit to wear…I am so not interested in “being out thereâ€â€¦ nah yo. Nah.
While yes, maybe? A companion for me would be nice for my father. If I had someone else that could field my daily dramatic phone calls about speeding tickets, car accident having ways, please help me change my tire, I am having an allergic reaction, and pay for my 8 month over due oil changes. (the “list†of things my father does for me is much longer than that, but you get the idea.)
But, honestly, I would really rather WRITE and clean things then go on a date. Sorry daddy you are stuck with a clingy needy daughter for quite some time. You too DAWSON, sorry, but, you will never be rid of me.
Speaking of writing things, I am so overwhelmed at the number of responses / comments on my Alec Baldwin article over on WATCHING SITCOMS. It’s so validating, reassuring, and most gratifying to be doing what I love to do. Write! Thanks to everyone I know, and too all the people I DON’T KNOW for sharing your thoughts with me!
As for my weekend, I ended up having a wonderful time with my son. That is, everything was wonderful, until Sunday. What the fuck was up with Sunday? Holy bad day. Let’s summarize with a list, because I can’t with complete sentences.
BAD THINGS:
#1. I discovered LESLIE (my writing/blogging/life GURU) is going through a devastating loss. See here. My whole heart goes out to her. I wish there was something I could do or say to ease the pain. I wish I were able to be by her side and hold her hand to help her get through this. But distance and work puts an end to that possibility.
#2. I am trying to help my other girlfriend Patty, who is dealing with a manic/depressive/bi-polar/alcoholic, missing in action, childhood friend that she can’t find, or help.
#3. Then, there was this fun-filled surprise. Before I even had a chance to drink a cup of morning coffee, for no reason whatsoever, the alarm in my house, which I have never used in the whole four years I have lived here, would not stop going off. My house sounded like it was under a terrorist attack. Since I have never used it, I had no idea how to shut it off. I had to deal with the blaring sirens and flashing lights, for over an hour. The noise made my eardrums bleed. I simply opened a window to let in some fresh air…suddenly there was nothing but a SIREN SCREAMING HELL. So I quickly closed the window, LOUDER SIRENS SCREAMING HELL. I finally opened the door to my balcony to get outside and run away from the SIREN SCREMING HELL.
Guess who had to come to the rescue? Yes, my father had to come over and dismantle, unhook, remove all batteries from the entire system, because it would not SHUT THE FUCK UP.
#4. Justin went to take out the garbage while I was in the shower, and he accidentally locked himself out of the house. He was left hysterical in the street when he could not get back in the house. I did not hear the buzzer because I was showering and deciding to shave my legs for the first time in months.
#5. My neighbors hate and loathe me. They are planning ways to remove me from the building, for the shrilling uncontrollable alarm, followed by a screaming, unattended child on a SUNDAY.
#6. I tried to go to the store to buy some sundries, when I realized I left the list, my cigarettes, all the candles lit, and my son at home. My hands were still shaking from the alarm incident, so I turned my car around, came home and folded laundry.
We have no toilet paper or paper towels, and I cannot deal with the general public, or, standing in line of a grocery store right now. We will have to hold it in, or drip dry until tomorrow.
#7. I still can’t stop using “quotation marks” or italics when I write
FUCK!
I’m off to make dinner, hopefully nothing bad will happen, answer emails, return phone calls and write my post for WATCHING SITCOMS.
I hope to keep the momentum of that blog going!
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