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Superstitions | Buttercup of Doom ep 13

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Because this is the 13th episode, I thought it would be appropriate to discuss Superstitions, and because I promised last week, Urban Legends. From Bloody Mary to the Hook Hand, from black cats to pop rocks, from the truth to internet hoaxes, we cover campfire frights and facebook fallacies… I ask a couple questions (join conversation/answer here), I offer up some readings and links, and I request something of YOU this time. I hope you had a great Halloween, now come enjoy your sugar hangover with the Buttercup of Doom!

Sponsors: The God Beneath My Garden, by Robert Ford | Shroud #10, Halloween 2010

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Mentions/Shoutouts: Bloody Mary Snopes | Halloween-Website • Try Guys facebook | youtube • Kevin Lucia • Steven Gilberts • Danny Evarts • werewolf cat • Urban Legends Onlinesnopes

Robert Ford’s video readings on facebook — Georgie | Early Harvest | Samson & Denial (teaser) | Racing the Milk

This Week’s Rating: PG13

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Hashtag Hell: #robertford #bobford #amazon #bloodymary #snopes #urbanlegends #superstitions #tryguys #costumes #trickortreat #hallosmile #blackcat #werewolfcat #shroudmagazine

 

Costumes | Buttercup of Doom ep 11

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In this episode, Buttercup loses her mind a bit regarding the costumes offered during Halloween season… from how it affects your writing in the 101 Kiddie Pool, into her (yearly) Rant, and out with the Wisdom, costumes are all over this episode. From the sizes to the styles, from Disney to the Kardashians, she picks, pokes, whines, pisses and moans about costumes… and the funny for the week is a bunch of boys doing the same thing!

Sponsors: The Horror Show with Brian Keene | Maelstrom set #6

Funny: The Try Guys: Sexy Costume Videoofficial FB pageyoutube

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Mentions/Shoutouts: Brian Keene • Dave Thomas (aka Meteornotes) • Geoff Cooper • Thunderstorm Books • Manifesto of Kindness3 Guys with Beards • The Walking Dead • Fear of the Walking Dead • Kardashians • Disney • Kelli Owen blogProject iRadioiTunesStitcherAndroidTune-In

Hashtag Hell: #thewalkingdead #fearofthewalkingdead #disney #kardashian #nsfw #costumes #halloween #whore #slut #itunes #stitcher #android #tunein #facebook #twitter #clickbait #brideoffrankenstein #chucky #sexychucky #freddykrueger #sexyfreddykrueger #kimdavies #pizzarat #donaldtrump #sarahpalin

mostThis Week’s Rating: R – aka NSFW – LADS

Discussion includes: My own little “glad” system… and a giggle
G – god, or religion in
L – language (s/sh*t, f/f*ck, x/truly tabboo words, g/genitalia mentions)
A – adult themes
D – drugs
S – sex or sexual situations
RR – rock and roll

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*note: I know if you go online and order a costume, you can find classics… this rant is regarding what’s offered to the every day shopper in local stores, outlets and temporary halloween stores.

Jury Duty | Buttercup of Doom ep 07

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In this episode … I stick to the theme this week! First I read/examine the oaths spoken in court, then explain why not to do that in writing. We move to a happy that doesn’t require you to go load a video, move to the rant you may or may not have been expecting after this week, and round it out with a gentle reminder about attitude.jurydutygang

Sponsors: Sunrise Soap Co.

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Shoutouts: The Jurors: blonde gazelle, mom, that guy, steelers, subway dude (risk taker & streaks were missed. oops!), british Bonnie, and the alt (if any want to be known, they can claim their nickname while commenting • Kevin Bacon (#freethebacon) • Nicole Arbour (that’s becoming a bad habit!) • Amy Shumer

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Paper Dolls

paperdollToo much death lately.

First it was my nana. Nana was tough. Is still tough some days. Then we lost a women I once called Ma who’s son I never married but who’s grandchildren I used to plan in swirling hearts on school notebooks—I still don’t know what to call her twenty-five years after her son and I broke up. (What the hell do you call the mother of your first love, whose house you basically lived in for several years? I haven’t even seen her since we unexpectedly buried one of the gang fifteen years ago.) And now…now my aunt Jean.

They come in threes. I can be done now, right?

I told you about Nana. I started a blog about Ma B, but I can’t figure out what to feel, let alone say. My aunt, though? Shock. Tears… followed by the numbness of denial, then on to anger, and back to tears, all happened in the span of the phone call from my mother Saturday. I spent the rest of the day just trying to absorb the reality, bombarded with memories.

As I sit here, in the stillness of insomnia’s hours, I am realizing now how lucky I was to spend as much time with family as I did when I was growing up. I had sleepovers with Aunt Jean much like I did Nana. And the strongest memories of her and Uncle Jim are from those times, not just the visits. While there are many memories, there’s one that seems to jump up and yell for attention, repeatedly haunting me throughout the weekend. The paper dolls.

See, my aunt gave my sister and I paper dolls to play with. For those who don’t remember or just don’t know, these are thin cardboard cut-out figures in underwear with tabbed clothes you hang on the body (see picture). My first attempt to over-analyze why this memory seemed so needy was the innocence of it. We used to actually play with paper. No cell phones, iPads, Xbox or internet. Paper. There’s something about generational innocence there that seems to want to be said, but doesn’t really need to be, because everyone knows it, gets it, sees it. It just is. Times change, entertainment changes, blah blah change. So I let that analysis fade away and went back to the memory itself.

My aunt didn’t just hand them to us and walk away. They weren’t something to occupy us. They were something to do with us, to broaden our imagination, and explore our artistic side. She gave us the dolls and clothes, but then she pulled out paper, and colored pencils (I remember her having to sharpen those over and over with a knife—ah the old days), and sat with us. She showed us how to make our own tabbed wardrobes. We spent hours doing this, on many sleepovers, for several years. I remember thinking how artistic we were for getting to use the colored pencils instead of crayons. I remember tracing the dolls and designing—from clothes to shoes to even the hair, we could dress them up fancy or down to earth, give them blond hair or brunette, hanging down, in a pony or under a hat. We could change their appearance, and with it, the two dimensional illusion of personality, wants, desires, hobbies and habits.

And that’s where the little analyst in my head jumped on board and latched on.

Paper dolls were an introduction to the various masks we would wear throughout our life. We were just learning to put them on something else first, before testing the waters with our own naked selves. As we grow and evolve, our fashion changes, our outward appearance changes, our public attitude and persona change. What we show the world is nothing more than a tabbed piece of paper, lovingly cut out of our imagination and hung precariously from our shoulders. Some outfits we keep until they yellow with age or get torn or lost in the mix of things. Others we try out and shed as quickly as a new divorcee plays dress-up to find herself in the lost pieces of wardrobe. But they’re all just that, outward appearance. The paper doll underneath remains naked, fragile, vulnerable to the elements of time.

I’m going to miss my aunt horribly. For so many reasons. She was the record keeper for our lineage (the last blood gypsy of her generation), the maker of paper dolls and sharpener of colored pencils, and a champion of the arts (she was a rosemaling master, and her eldest an artist). And as is with all who pass on, I will cherish the memories, and take from them the lessons they offer…

Which, in this case, means I need to make new outfits for my paper doll self. I need a knife to sharpen the colored pencils, and with that, maybe a band-aid.

 

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