Authenticity Rocks!

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man, I argued with myself over this, endlessly. but, Michele– this time you might really piss someone off with consequences much worse than getting blasted on facebook. but… but… FUCKEM!

note to self: you really should stop preceding fuck, of any kind, with but. just saying.

what-if-its-supposed-to-be-i-love-you-butt-fuck-you

so i started this blog because it was an assignment for a social media class i’m taking. this has been a good class.. i have learned many things and confirmed some thoughts about social networking that i already had. here’s the dilemma. like most new things i start, i jump right in and obsessively go nuts with it until i feel like i understand what’s going on. i did this with the blog, of course… not looking ahead to the other assignments like.. post a link to your 1st, 2nd, 3rd blog post so your classmates can comment on it.

YIKES! um, does it have to be those particular posts? i’m an over-achiever. gimme a break. those are not the particular posts I would choose to share in order to solicit comment from classmates. i already moved post #2 to post #3 when i encountered this yikes moment a few weeks ago and now i’m here again. it’s titled “Google Images: Hookers & Chuck E. Cheese.” see? what if it really offends one of the classmates, they complain to the professor, and he flunks me? that would suck balls. then i think of those times i was sure i was going to offend some people.. and nuthin. and those times i offended all kinds of people when it was the furthest thing from my mind or intention. >>>fuck. it. seriously

i have looked all over the assignment rubric and there is nothing that says “no hookers or blow or foul language.” so, there ya go. it’s a pretty decent blog post that employs some of the tactics taught in this class. winner winner chicken dinner.

i know it’s just a silly little blog post but apply to anything you feel good about but are hesitating with for some reason and.. isn’t it nice how the universe delivers when you’re looking for a reason to do something.. because you want to, because you need to be brave, because how difficult it is–doesn’t matter. just be real. be true to yourself, to your failing and learning, making it up as you go along like everyone else self.

maybe my walls aren’t rainbow-covered, but like the lady said… it doesn’t much matter. the phrase of the day is >>>>>Nothing to Lose<<<<<

is a poem     is a radio show     was an event (and hopefully will be again… soon!)

is something to save your sanity!

no, I have not lost everything. I have not lost the most important things. but, I gotta tell ya… most of it just doesn’t matter. “It” in most cases here covering all those external expectations. maybe it’s your neighbor or your mail man or that dick in the checkout lane at walmart. sometimes it’s even your friends and if you’re anything like me… it’s 75% of your family, 99.9% of the time. forget it, kids. living up to your own expectations is going to be hard enough. sometimes you just gotta pony up and say fuck this shit… what have I got to lose?

nothingtolose

it’s funny how a vibrating needle in your back can bring things in to sharp focus.

oh, also… is in this song. let’s all sing along, now

and, looks like this in practice. <3

freedomhappy sunday, bitches!

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Community – Secret Code Sunday (just make it mean something, anything)

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today i’m thinking about what did we mean to do when we started out…

dude, i don’t know- it’s been a weird day.

clusterfuck: Related to "SNAFU" (Situation Normal, All Fucked Up") and "FUBAR" (Fucked Up Beyond All Repair). urbandictionary.com or the damn jeep

clusterfuck: Related to “SNAFU” (Situation Normal, All Fucked Up”) and “FUBAR” (Fucked Up Beyond All Repair). urbandictionary.com or the damn jeep

Connect the dots… somewhere there’s a manifesto based on connecting dots. it’s a 4-part plan. we’re in phase V. makes perfect sense, right?

Vulcan Gang Sign by Bradley Mason Hamlin (Red Fez Publications)

Vulcan Gang Sign by Bradley Mason Hamlin (Red Fez Publications)

The Sunday Brunch Invasion w/ Diana Rose and Frankie Metro FT. RED FEZ ENTERTAINMENT (special guests Michele McDannold & Michael Grover, January 2011)

Diana Rose reads this poem in that ^^^ podcast. She wanted to add “motherfuckers” at the end. What do you think?

America You Can…
by Misti Rainwater-Lites

America of glazed donut eyeballs cotton candy cologne
minty fresh breath brave plastic beauty indomitable
high wire walking smile smug card shuffling hands
& hyper haughty tapping toes you can lick my pretty
pink none too placid mewling ravenous cream greedy pussy.
America I’m making it cheeseburger simple & sloppy with
a pickle spear on the side. America you cartoon carnivore
eat my cunt (you can add ketchup to make it more palatable).
Tell me in your glossy commercials & dazzling magazines & sleazy
school marm voice that oozes irony and pseudo compassion exactly
how much you think my vagina is worth. For America, my darling,
I must confess…the poverty & reality television & throbbing teeth
& the booming bass of consumer whore crap music outside my
paranoid aluminum foil covered windows gleefully conspire to make
this agitated smelly boot cowgirl one more frigid casualty in this
bloody graphic glorious fun zone with soundtrack provided by
Smiley Cyrus and various stoic sporters of apple red leather
& lack of oxygen blue sequins. America, I am drawling those four
precious syllables like the sexy Texan I am to charm you into letting me
back inside the burning building. I’ve got a bag of marshmallows I would
really love to toast. America! God fucking cockroach crunching damn it!
This is, like, a call to action. A plea to revive my zombie clitoris with some
really great fucking multisyllabic zero Jesus zero rabid conservative republican
zero celebrity whore with cock in mouth news! Vary that tongue action, America.
Give me a wiggle waggle I can believe in. Trick this salty treat into believing
you give a good hearty goddamn about whether or not I can climb climb
CLIMB any mountain cross any sea riding the cosmic spasms like Raggedy Ann
on a rocking horse, one hand flopping above my Cymbalta stuffed head, my mouth
a pretty cherry heart crying, “Yippie Ai Ay!”

published in Red Fez Publications, Issue #24

I <3 that poem. also,

How-To-Read-A-Pattern. Simple Simon and Company

How-To-Read-A-Pattern. Simple Simon and Company

Chyfez. February 2012. Brian W. Fugett, Lynn Alexander, John Swain, Frankie Metro, Lindsey Thomas, Leopold McGinnis, Julie McGinnis, Kari Spencer, and Michele McDannold

Chyfez. February 2012. Brian W. Fugett, Lynn Alexander, John Swain, Frankie Metro, Lindsey Thomas, Leopold McGinnis, Julie McGinnis, Kari Spencer, and Michele McDannold

oh yeah. it was something like

Nothing to Lose by Michele McDannold


more than halfway to goal. The artists, poets, musicians of Collingwood could still use some help. hell, just a bit of solidarity and support. where is the noise? i can’t hear you. Residents of Collingwood Arts Center being evicted (DONATION PAGE)