2004 anna awards

best female blogger

raymi, toronto, canada

listen up gossip queers

august, 2004

listen up gossip queers

it’s none of your damn business

you wanna know, fucking email me then

don’t stir the pot by saying this that the other and assuming they wants to lay you

you want knives in my back or not, you fucking delivered them

i don’t have time for this mickey mouse bullshit

any friggin’ more

just remember what it was like in the beginning

before you ever came here

before we met

i moved to toronto and linked everyone and now i can’t be with you’s all ‘cos it brings me too much stress too much drama and too much pain to hear lies and gossip and rumors

i don’t want any part of it anymore

we can be friends and talk about the good ole gays when things were clever and angst-filled

don’t go all over the internet getting your link above mine just because you think it makes me angry

it’s kinda laughable

that you’re still like that

don’t go around commenting linking and fake-loving

‘cos i know what it’s really all about behind the scenes where “the magic happens”

a blog is a blog is a blog

you fully admitted you ripped me off from the start and this is the respect i get now

i took down ALL links and would link you gladly in a post and you know it but your ego won’t allow you to ask and you don’t even have to

i have far too many emotions over it right now to do anything about it

you knocked me up, i had an abortion and now i have an iud that is tearing my cervix apart

i never wanted to have an abortion and i know the hatemail that will come from mentioning it but yeh, not a day goes by that i don’t think about it

you did yer thing when i was a crazy loon and that shouldn’t have happened

the abortion had to of happened, all the medications i was on at the time, the thingamaling would of had arms growing out of it’s eye-sockets

and now i think i won’t go to heaven

because of us not because of you because i know that i am far from blameless in all of this

i chose my road i chose my path and all paths eventually lead to heaven but right now things are pretty hellish and this bloog of mine is a burden and a blessing sometimes it is one more than the other

i just want to start fresh

and i don’t ever plan to forget

the way

you looked

that nite

raymi + newwaveoake + i think manic

i have some good news and some bad news.

addysince im a positive person lets start with the good.

as you know there were some issues between the publisher of How To Blog and me regarding the cover of the book.

i was under the impression that the artist Shepard Fairey of the iconic wilding posters that are so prevelant here in Los Angeles and other cities would love to have his images in as many places as possible, which is why he allows for downloading of his posters and instructions on how to put them up.

the publisher was more like, yeah, whatever, it’s still his art and you should probably get permission to put it on the cover of something that youre about to sell a shitload of.

they told me this on friday.

busiest day for consumerism here in america.

and they put the book on hold unless i changed the cover.

so, i changed the cover. i whitewashed out the andre the giant image and they accepted it. the sales went on as i wrote an email to the creator of the obey/giant revolution.

who i admire greatly.

whose work always makes me smile whenever i see it. be it on the side of a mailbox or a street sign or firehydrant.

whose most recent portrait of the president is so good that the la weekly put it on their cover bleeding fangs and all after he won re-election.

so i wrote shepard an email and i posted about it on the rare chance that he would actually come to the busblog and see that it was a legit request.

little did i know that more than one reader of the busblog knew the good gentleman, and wrote to him on my behalf.

la is a small world. be nice to people.

and before i knew it i got an email from the man himself:


It is fine for you to use that image. You have my permission.

A mention of me and my website is all I need.

I’d love to get a copy when it comes out.

Take care.


how unbelievably cool is that?

now heres the bad news, which might not be bad news after all.

there are some books that were ordered and produced that do not have me mentioning the good mr fairey and there are some books that were ordered and produced that do not have the original cover, they have the whitewashed cover.

those books, like i predicted, will be incredibly rare. my advice is that you hold on to them. less than 20 were made.

if however you want the official version of how to blog just mail the rare one back to me and i will exchange it for you.

now allow me to say a few things about cafepress

i think theyre an amazing company. i had to talk to them via email and phone about a half dozen times on making this book. mostly because im a dumbass and i hadnt done things right.

every time i talked with them they were friendly and intelligent and polite.

all you can ask for.

they have a toll free number, and youre normally talking to a real person within thirty seconds. love that.

and the product is gorgeous. you really need to see it to believe it. it looks like a real fucking book. it feels good in your hand. the colors are bright, and its shiny. it’s great.

all i need is an isbn number and a barcode and i could sell these to book stores. thats the only suggestion i can give them, sell those things and you’ve done it all.

i highly recommend cafepress for any author who wants to self publish their work.

big or small.

i can see online when the orders go in, what stage of production it’s in and what, if any, issues are delaying things.

its verrrry easy to change/edit/redesign things. maybe a little too easy. i suggest using a crazy password.

one final thing: cafepress has a little deal going on right now, if you spend $50, they take $5 off. that offer ends tomorrow.

another little known fact is shipping is normal shipping prices, theyre not insane. and they only charge a buck each for shipping each additional book.

again, impressed by the company and by the kindness of strangers.

thanks to everyone.

obey giant + cafepress + how to blog

wilcos on trio.

god bless trio who this weekend showed us kurt n courtney, biggie and tupac, and now wilcos i am trying to break your heart.

wilco makes me feel old. like if i was younger id hate em. but i dont hate em. i love em. i love that the dude pukes all the time. i love that the other dude is clueless even after he gets kicked out.

karisa got me out of the house. we met at hollywood and vine and walked up a few blocks and saw the hollywood christmas parade. probably the most ghetto parade you’ll ever see.

not a-list stars, not even b-list stars, but so c-list that the simpsons and spongebob square pants got the biggest applause.

although george lopez got an impressive hand where we were standing.

im going to make a pretty sweet announcement tomorrow.

if everything goes right.

brad garrett from everyone loves raymond was in the parade. everyone was riding around in super cheesy floats or in super old timey convertibles.

so he was up there. his little 7 year old daughter was next to him, and his wife was on the other end.

hes waving at the people and then you realize that he was trying to get the cotton candy man’s attention. he finally does and the man walks over to the moving car, and brad garrett starts buying bags of cotton candy and throws them into the suddenly frenzied crowd.

if i listened to kcrw im afraid i would get old too.

103.1 has to mix up the songs better. and they have to tell us what the hell we heard more. enoughs enough.

and a little more hip hop wouldnt kill em.

just a pinch is all im asking for.

it was freezing out there on hollywood blvd and they had a camel.

camel didnt wanna be in the hollywood christmas parade and neither did the sherrif who was keeping a short leash on it. the sherrif was riding a horse right next to the camel.

likerightnext to it.

and the camel kicked with its hind legs and bent its neck all funny. but it wasnt funny.

and right in front of me and karisa and her roommate and her roommates friend and his dog the camel took a nice long dump.

and then we watched to see if the bands would step in it.

and there was this one band from ohio. lots of bands from all over the usa were invited to play and they all showed up. but this one from ohio didnt see the piles right there in the middle of the street.

and when the trombonist felt something funny

i yelled out thats camel crap buddy

you dont get that shit in ohio.

heroine girl + doc searls + dc