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Fear Everything | Buttercup of Doom ep 52

BODep52-fearFear Everything: from the food you ate to the pills you take, the lotions you use and ohmygod are you really going to wear that fabric?! The sheer number of doomsday articles being thrown at you under the guise of fact is amazing. The lack of common sense when reading them, is terrifying… We cover a lot in this episode, just look at those hashtags! And we wrap it inside a 101 on distractions and a gypsy wisdom about UNcommon sense. Enjoy!

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Hashtag Hell: #commonsense #UNcommonsense #probiotics #yogurt #marketing #advertising #eggs #chickenbutt #food #aspartame #gluten #superfoods #vaccines #autism #fuckall #gmo #cleanse #vegan #onpoint #fleek #exercises #scaretactics #tryptophan #myths #pseudoscience #clickbait #bullshit #netdoctors #journalists #patreon #facebook #twitter #instagram #projectiradio #buttercupofdoom #podcast #kelliowen

Coming up: #language #socialmediavigilantes #potpourri …and your suggestions?!

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Turkey Day

Yes, it’s that time of year where I get horrible at posting blogs. This year will be no exception. Deal with it. If I can’t figure out when to write fiction during the holidays, I’m really not worried about the blog. Just adopt my new favorite mantra, “I don’t care,” and you’ll be fine.

That said…

It’s been an interesting year. Our couch has had squatters, our picnic table became a therapy couch, there was bickering and spatting and infighting among the ‘family’, and both our grill and kitchen have been worked overtime to keep up with the demands of the multiple mouths. It’s been Thanksgiving all year at Casa Kelbert. And while the lack of peace or privacy have on occasion been frustrating, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m thankful for all the nuts surrounding me: their highs and lows, wisdom and idiosyncrasies. Hell, I moved out here to be near them and their insanities =)

But I’m not here to talk about what I’m thankful for. That’s what everyone blogs about today. I’m sure I’ve covered it in the past. While I agree that those things often change from year to year and you could just do that every year with a new and improved list, the idea is the same. And my core response is the same: be thankful more often, damn it!

Thanksgiving falls on a Thursday. Hmmm… Sounds like garage talk to me! So, let’s play multiple games, since there’s multiple things on the table.

First, answer here: what are your three—not one, but three—favorite things about Thanksgiving? And if you choose food, be specific.

My answers would be:

  1. Mom’s gravy. It’s an evil and simple trick to amazing gravy and I have adopted it. It has in turn become the single most ingredient for my famous day-after-bob’s-bird turkey soup. That’s right… I put the left-over gravy in the soup. It’s the only food secret you’ll ever get out of me, so jot it down, abuse it, enjoy it!
  2. The parade. I’m 12 at heart and this is especially true with the parade. Probably because I lived where Thanksgiving = cold, and can enjoy Macy’s happiness in my PJs from the couch.
  3. My family doesn’t fight. I’ve heard nightmares about families at each other’s throats during the holidays. There are a plethora of jokes, from comedians and every day Joes alike, regarding “getting together once a year and realizing once is too often”. The only issues we have are mom’s early morning flurry of “stay out of her way” (which she’s doing right now, by the way), followed by the kitchen wars—which I take no part in. It’s not “too many cooks in the kitchen.” It’s more like a cockfight with two female cooks both trying to be in charge. I avoid it and just enjoy what comes from the battle.

Second, play along on twitter: #QOT. I’m replacing “Quote of the Moment/Minute/Day/whatever you usually do” today with “quote of thanksgiving”. Whenever you hear someone say they’re “thankful for…” tweet it!

And there it is. The 2010 Thanksgiving blog. I understand if you wait to answer the first one until you recover from the tryptophan myth. But you can play along with the twitter game today. Above all, remember to be thankful… and not just today!!

Happy Turkey Day!

thankgivingYes, it’s that time of year where I get horrible at posting blogs. This year will be no exception. Deal with it. If I can’t figure out when to write fiction during the holidays, I’m really not worried about the blog. Just adopt my new favorite mantra, “I don’t care,” and you’ll be fine.

That said…

It’s been an interesting year. Our couch has had squatters, our picnic table became a therapy couch, there was bickering and spatting and infighting among the ‘family’, and both our grill and kitchen have been worked overtime to keep up with the demands of the multiple mouths. It’s been Thanksgiving all year at Casa Kelbert. And while the lack of peace or privacy have on occasion been frustrating, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m thankful for all the nuts surrounding me: their highs and lows, wisdom and idiosyncrasies. Hell, I moved out here to be near them and their insanities =)

But I’m not here to talk about what I’m thankful for. That’s what everyone blogs about today. I’m sure I’ve covered it in the past. While I agree that those things often change from year to year and you could just do that every year with a new and improved list, the idea is the same. And my core response is the same: be thankful more often, damn it!

Thanksgiving falls on a Thursday. Hmmm… Sounds like garage talk to me! So, let’s play multiple games, since there’s multiple things on the table.

First, answer here: what are your three—not one, but three—favorite things about Thanksgiving? And if you choose food, be specific.

My answers would be:

  1. Mom’s gravy. It’s an evil and simple trick to amazing gravy and I have adopted it. It has in turn become the single most ingredient for my famous day-after-bob’s-bird turkey soup. That’s right… I put the left-over gravy in the soup. It’s the only food secret you’ll ever get out of me, so jot it down, abuse it, enjoy it!
  2. The parade. I’m 12 at heart and this is especially true with the parade. Probably because I lived where Thanksgiving = cold, and can enjoy Macy’s happiness in my PJs from the couch.
  3. My family doesn’t fight. I’ve heard nightmares about families at each other’s throats during the holidays. There are a plethora of jokes, from comedians and every day Joes alike, regarding “getting together once a year and realizing once is too often”. The only issues we have are mom’s early morning flurry of “stay out of her way” (which she’s doing right now, by the way), followed by the kitchen wars—which I take no part in. It’s not “too many cooks in the kitchen.” It’s more like a cockfight with two female cooks both trying to be in charge. I avoid it and just enjoy what comes from the battle.

Second, play along on twitter: #QOT. I’m replacing “Quote of the Moment/Minute/Day/whatever you usually do” today with “quote of thanksgiving”. Whenever you hear someone say they’re “thankful for…” tweet it!

And there it is. The 2010 Thanksgiving blog. I understand if you wait to answer the first one until you recover from the tryptophan myth. But you can play along with the twitter game today. Above all, remember to be thankful… and not just today!!

Post-Con Fail

redvelvetYep, it’s Monday. Nope, there’s no real blog. Hell, it’s taken this much of Monday to screw my head back on straight.

Yep, it’s post-con. Yep, the notebook came back for a zombie-style appearance. Nope, there’s no real writeup.

Easily my favorite con, and one I hope to never miss, but I didn’t really con like I would normally. I had a specific agenda—a 2-part plan. Powwow with a little brother. Hug, hold and smother a big sister with love. I did those things. Everything else was just butter-cream frosting on my lovely red velvet cake.

So while there is no real write-up, there is a post-con nod to a little brother and big sister. And a thank you. To old friends and new. To late nights and late morning starts. To sparklers and unicorns, burning books & timely bladders. To sunrise surprises and sunset meals. To 4am doorbells that come with smiles and roommates that don’t kill the messengers. To uncles that mentor and sisters that giggle. To frozen pudding and Watership Down. To Elvis on velvet and bunnies. To cake. To frosting. To Necon.

See ya’ll next year.

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