Let's All Behave Ourselves Online, Shall We?
OK, so I just checked Daily Mail's coverage of the arrival of Ivanka Trump's baby.
She let The Donald announce the name: Arabella Rose. Cute, right? Naturally, this is front-page news. It's a big deal. Big enough to be ranked high on Mail's relevance list.
Here's the kicker: the comments.
Beautiful name! Finally someone who didn't name her kid Eiffel, Shark or Winnie the Pooh! - Cindy, Paris, 18/7/2011 20:17
People who are called 'Cindy' really shouldn't comment on other people's names. - Samantha, London, 18/7/2011 20:47
People are so, so, sooooo bitchy online. Just because you know that person doesn't know you or where you live---thus rendering them unable to kick your sorry ass after you cyber-slam them---doesn't mean you shouldn't abandon your manners whilst communicating via the Internets.
Be nice, for crying out loud. Just do it. Just be nice. Sheesh.
Fab Alert!
SNAIL MAIL MY EMAIL is a month-long (July 15 - August 15), interactive art project by Ivan Cash, which seeks to both share the warm-fuzzy feeling of receiving a personalized letter as well as inspire people to send their own snail mail. Anyone with internet access can partake by simply sending an email, afterwhich the very same message will be handwritten and physically mailed to the chosen recipient anywhere in the world, completely free of charge.
In a culture overrun with instant gratification and on-demand services, this project cultivates appreciation for the lost art of letter writing.
I totally just sent one. Wheeee! Funsies!
Click here to send your own.
This Seriously Happened.
A Mississippi woman opened fire on a pit bull puppy named Cocaine, but she wound up shooting and killing her husband, instead.
Don't believe me? Click here to read the details.
Via news.ninemsn.com
Screamin' Birthday
Happy 82nd birthday to Screamin' Jay Hawkins. Gone, but certainly not forgotten, dahling. We heart yew, Screamin' Jay!
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New Potter Film is Biggest Movie EVER!
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 opened with $168.6 million in its domestic opening weekend
Not only was it the largest midnight debut and opening day, but it also won the biggest opening weekend ever.
Santa Fe Wedding Fabulousness: The Main Event
The wedding was breathtakingly gorgeous. See for yourself.
The bride, Bonnie Minkus, and groom, Jayme Holmes, are standing under a chuppah made by mother-of-the-bride, Sabra Minkus. It symbolizes the home they'll create together. The sides are left open to signify that all friends and family are welcome into their new life and home. The roof above the chuppah is embroidered with the traditional phrase, Ani L'Dodi V'Dodi Li (I Am My Beloved's and My Beloved is Mine), from the Song of Solomon.
Reception: incredible. Posh as can be, yet it retained the warmth of a far more intimate scenario... well done, everyone.
Guest-list? Fabulous, of course. Here's my table roster, alone.
Not pictured: Aaron Gottlieb.
And, of course, mister man and yours truly.
No, I didn't attend the event topless; it's a strapless maxi dress, dahling! Add maxi bangs + maxi bracelet, and the result is easy, breezy, but not sleazy... in short, a good summer wedding guest dress.
Here's DJB with the happy, gorgeous couple.
Michele Meade and I nearly missed the whole Hava Nagila experience because we were chatting it up outside. Fortunately, we caught the tail end.
One of the evening's highlights: the children's impromptu cover of Lady Gaga's Born This Way. Beyond fabulous. I cried a little; that's how cool it was.
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Such a lovely weekend. Hearty thanks and congratulations, Bonnie and Jayme!
New Technology Test
I am attempting to post from my phone. It might end up being fabulous. Right now, it's just weird.
Here we are at the legendary Maria's in SF.
Santa Fe Wedding Fabulousness: The Teaser
The wedding and reception were absolutely lovely. Five stars, unquestionably. No detail overlooked. Perfection in every way.
However, since it's brunch, then check-out, then a stop by Cochiti Lake en route home, it'll be a while before the grand extravaganza post hits the blog.
Sorry, dahling... lots of fab pics and videos later. Mimosas are beckoning. Cheers!
Happy Saintdillerday!!!
Phyllis Diller, esteemed member of the Fabü sainthood, is 94 today. I could go on and on and on and onnnnn about how fall-on-the-floor fabulous she is, but it's time for Sunday brunch, and nothing---I mean nothing---comes between me and brunch. WE LOVE YOU, SAINT PHYLLIS!!!!!!!!!!
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Happy Rainday
Happy 42nd birthday to the fabulous Rain Pryor. I had the pleasure of attending her outstanding, one-woman show, Fried Chicken & Latkes, in January at the Albuquerque Jewish Community Center, thanks to my friend, Sabra Minkus, who, ironically, is mother-of-the-bride today.
This is a good sign that the day's events will go smoothly, I've decided. L'chaim!
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The Next Morning...
I woke like a shot at 5:30 a.m. Had a nightmare that an army of ghosts on horseback were chasing us around the hotel property. They should've been riding skunks. I'd like that dream script revised and on my desk in an hour. Anyway, when I typically wake from nightmares, I'm famished. This was no exception. I staggered across the room, grabbed the to-go plate of wee cupcakes that accompanied us back to our room after our late-night dinner at the family house, then shut myself in the bathroom, so as not to wake up DJB while I scarfed down sweeties.
I eagerly peeled away the plastic wrap... too eagerly, my friends, as this is what happened:
Yes, the whole plate tumbled into the sink. At least it wasn't on the floor. Easy clean-up.
Nothing says "good morning" like a sink full o' cupcakes. Good times.
Let the games begin.
Santa Fe Wedding Trip Notes: Day One
You know when something waaaay over-the-top crazy happens and you have no choice but to either freak out in a stress rage, or you can laugh because it's simply that bizarre? Welcome to day one, dahling.
The drive was a bit tedious. People were totally driving like lunatics. Friday... rush hour... loco ABQ/SF commuters.
This is the Las Conchas wildfire burning the hell out of Los Alamos and our beloved Jemez mountain range. It is the largest fire in recorded state history, having burned 150,000 acres or 234 square miles.
Here's what's happening in Los Alamos proper. Intense.
Bishop's Lodge is lovely. As soon as I saw the croquet lawn (among my fave recreational pastimes) and sparkling pool, I knew the resort was Fabü-friendly. 
Here's the view from the family's house. Outstanding.
This is where the rehearsal dinner took place. Sadly, we missed the dinner. Why?
After checking into our lovely room, Mary Poppins ate an entire Slim-Jim from the munchie basket. Ugh. Dog diarrhea nightmares flashed before my eyes. Now that's a stench. I said a little prayer and carried on. Nothing could have prepared me for the stench to come.
DJB was kind enough to take the dogs for a little evening stroll while I finished unpacking. Next thing I knew, there was a cacophony of mayhem in the hall. Fynn came racing in the room with Dj sprinting behind him. "Don't touch him!" Dj shouted. "He was sprayed by a skunk!" He wrestled Fynn out of the room and carted him outside, where the poor dog rolled in the dirt maniacally.
About three seconds later, the stench in the room was so intense that we had to flee outside, quickly. We jumped into action, held our breath and darted back inside. First, we threw open all the windows. Next, we called the kitchen. Within five minutes, we had a large container of tomato juice. Fynn was carried inside, plopped in the tub, and the tomato juice bath commenced. Rank stench. Gag-inducing.
The gracious hotel staff promptly offered us another room. We packed like our lives depended on it, gagging all the while.
Fortunately, the tomato bath worked pretty well. Our new room smells great. We hauled-ass to the rehearsal dinner house, where we were greeted by the groom, Jayme, playing a ukulele and singing whilst walking out the door. "Awesome!" I thought. "The party's still hopping!"
Nope. Only three folks were still up. No surprise, as it was 11 freakin' o'clock. Damn skunk sprayed our whole evening.
Fortunately, the awesome Mexican spread was moments from going into cold storage. We wolfed down green chile enchiladas, taquitos and oh-so-delish chile con queso in a few minutes flat. We. Were. Starving.
Now, at 1 a.m., we're finally preparing to hit the sack. Quite an evening.
Apparently, there's an entire skunk family roaming the property. Mama and babies. Dj said the one that sprayed Fynn was fairly large. We suspect it's mama. Clearly, she doesn't play. Fingers crossed our paths don't cross again.
Fortunately, throughout the whole ordeal, Dj and I managed to laugh rather than stress out. Good job, Brown. Teamwork times.
How was your Friday night?
Seriously, Casey Anthony?!?
Today, Casey Anthony's lawyers filed an appeal against her four misdemeanor guilty verdicts for providing false information to police officers.
Wow. Wow. Wowwww. That's simply ludicrous.
I suppose being found not guilty of first and second degree murder, aggravated child abuse and aggravated manslaughter of a child just isn't good enough.
Casey, please drop the appeal and just go somewhere far away. We're so over you.
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Weekend Wedding Fabulousness!
I'm heading to Bishop's Lodge in Santa Fe for a weekend of wedding fabulousness, dahling.
Naturally, I'll keep you posted on all the fab happenings.
Friday Fabu
Get ready to die. I, the woman with an agenda 212 miles long, recently found myself — gasp! — bored. I realize this comes as a huge shock. Take some deep breaths. Sip some water. Okay, let’s resume now. Yes, it’s true, I was actually bored in Albuquerque.
Tongue firmly in cheek? You betcha. Of course I found myself bored in Albuquerque. It happens all the ever-loving time. It’s the Land of Mañana, dahling. We’ll do it all tomorrow. Today, however, we aren’t doing much of anything whatsoever. I have no qualm with this. A little loafing now and then is cherished by the wisest men. Am I right, or am I right? If you live here, you pretty much know I’m right.
About that loafing ... how are you spending your quality nonproductive time? Sure, there’s the norm: reading, trash TV, movies, games, staring at the ceiling, etc., but are you doing much else? If not, it’s time to learn the art of loafing fabulously.
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LiRo Birthday
I've decided that we should all refer to Linda Ronstadt (who is 65 today) as LiRo from now on. It's important to stay current. Happy birthday, LiRo. Woot-woot!
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Headline of the Day
Mexican Pointy Boots Invade Dallas!
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Viva botas picudas!
If only someone would plank whilst wearing Mexican pointy boots. Cross-trend fever! I need to see this happen. My welfare depends on it.
Jackass of the Day
Behold: Patrick Brooks of Redding, California.
Brooks allegedly broke into a church and stole several checkbooks and $250 cash.
After visiting a check-cashing store and attempting to cash a check with the Cottonwood Bible Baptist Church logo on it, managers became suspicious. It wasn't only because the church's telephone number had been crossed out on the check and another one was written in its place, but also because of Brooks' prominent, profane tattoo... right in the middle of his forehead.
Brooks was arrested and charged with burglary, receiving stolen property, forgery and violating parole.
Congratulations, Mr. Brooks.
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Via KRCRTV.com