Havin’ a Party

February 28, 2007 at 1:46 pm (Daily Dookie, Soaping and Knitting)

If you’re a fan of Contemporary Candles, keep an eye peeled here–I’m going to run an online candle party starting Monday March 5! The candles are awesome, scents are slammin’ and the service canNOT be beat. The last time I ordered from these folks I had my candles three days after putting in my order.

The great part is all you will have to do is put my party number in the space in the shopping cart–I’ll post it on Monday–and they handle everything else. Your order ships right from them and you’ll probably have your candles long before the end of the party, which is midnight on March 19. This crew makes the Tupperware lady look slow and weak–I’m positive you’ll love their goodies as much as I do.

If you’d like an invite just leave me your email addy in the comments and I’ll shoot you one.


Permalink 2 Comments

Calling all crafters

March 12, 2006 at 7:21 pm (Housekeeping, Soaping and Knitting)

To all bloggers who craft, all crafters who blog, craft-iddybloggidyblogblog:

I’m starting a blogroll on the Scented Business blog, and I’m looking for people to blogroll and some to blogroll that blog also. I’m intending the list there for crafty bloggers, blogging crafters, ingredient supplier blogs (please don’t ask for a link to a non-blog website because I’ll laugh at you and then set a ban).

Just leave a comment here with the URL or over at the other blog.


Permalink Leave a Comment

Remember that scarf?

March 9, 2006 at 9:15 am (Soaping and Knitting)

I know ESC and Laurie both remember the scarf I described that I'd done for my MIL's Christmas pressie–the silk and baby alpaca yarn one? Well, I went and got the pics up over here, at my business blog.

Oh, and today? I'm thinking about starting a batch of Opium (dead ringer dupe for the perfume) incense, since I figured out a way to get space to do that in. I've been dying to get this great FO into something, so screw it–time to make the incense. If anyone else wants some, let me know and I'll put more sticks up to soak.

Permalink Leave a Comment

New Goodies

March 6, 2006 at 8:55 pm (Soaping and Knitting)

I put up some new scented goodness on the business blog–go look NOW!

Permalink Leave a Comment

Boobs and Menthol?

February 2, 2006 at 8:33 pm (Funny Shit, Soaping and Knitting)

As some of you know, I do claim to be a soapmaker. I haven't got a space to work in right now (and progress on that front is painfully slow), but once I do I have many nice things plotted and will share them as I get them done. I do nice work, and for that nice work to be affordable to me and those who drool over it, I must score primo ingredients when I can.

As part of said ingredient-scoring, I recently acquired a pound of menthol crystals. They're 100% pure menthol, extracted probably from cornmint essential oil. They smell heavenly if you're into the Hall's Vapor Action school of yumminess. These puppies were so strong I could smell them thru the Priority Mail packing Marti used to send them to me! Sheesh–I could mentholate anything I want–hell, I could mentholate the unwashed masses yearning to be free. It's just a matter of finding room to make anything out of my new hoard of minty-freshness.

For a couple days, they sat next to my printer, making the air redolent with a slightly biting sting. Since I decided I wanted to smell Pink Grapefruit EO instead of minty freshness, I stuck the Ziploc-type bag on a bin sitting under my computer desk, which currently serves to hold my scale, various types of crap, my leave-the-house brassiere, a box of washcloths I need to send to a friend west of me for hurricane refugees (that has been packed for two months–shut it, I can't stand the smell of my printer ink thanks to my stoopid head), a couple of plastic bags, and various assorted shit that gets bumped out of the way when I need to put my feet up.

Monday, circumstances beyond my control dictated a trip to Hel*Mouth (aforementioned head behaving much better when I eat copious amounts of NyQuil-ish shit). Since I never leave the house without a bra, I groped for the one I stash downstairs–it's the best one I own and the one that makes the breasteses look their besteses.

With Honey bellering in the background, I duck into the bathroom (you know, that room with a door that everyone on the planet but my housemates fucking SHUTS when they're shitting?) and hurry into the 18-hour bondage device, then duck back into my shirt and hit the door running to get coat, shoes and…



Henh? What smells so fresh and sinus-clearing…and why do my boobies feel so cool and cheerful and perky-sweet?


Open neckline of shirt and sniff harder.

I walk into the living room. "Honey? Smell my tits and tell me what you think."

"Oh, I like that–kind of Oriental yet fresh. Who'd you get that scent from?"

"I left my bra too close to that bag of menthol I just got. The Oriental is that Opium dupe I loved so much."

"That's different, Honey."

"Yeah, but do you think anyone will think it's weird, me smelling like this."

"Uh, Serra? We're going to Hel*Mouth. Who gives a shit?"

"True. I can use the smell to keep from whiffing the other customers."

"Yeah, me too."

"No, Honey, you're not sticking your nose in my tits in pubic, I don't care if we see that all the time at Hel*Mouth or not."

Mentholated boobs are an acquired taste, though, much like chocolate covered ants or American Idol–The Shitty Auditions or this blog. You have to like the cooling sensation you'd get by using something like my Peppermint Extra soap–that tingle on your goodies/snootch/junk/family jools/whatever yer pet name favorite is a shock at first, one you either like or scream, "Make it stop! Make it stop!"

I like the Peppermint Extra, but I think mentholating one's tits is just going a little too far, so it's time to get a glass jar for the menthol, and a little cute dish for a couple crystals at a time. After all, a little of this stuff definitely goes a long way.

Permalink Leave a Comment

It’s Official!

January 9, 2006 at 2:01 pm (Daily Dookie, Soaping and Knitting)

JoAnn can suck my poshly-scented snootch! I found the Holy Grail of knitting, right here in Southeastern Michigan! I am officially no longer ever EVAR forced to enter the den of iniquity that is the JoAnn store in Novi or the nest of vipers that is the Brighton store. I do not feel the need to cuss about the Two Stories of Doom or the Yuppie War Zone. Instead, I heartily hork a loogie in both their general directions! Their mommas wear combat boots. Their mothers are hamsters, and their fathers smelt of ellllderberry! Now they shall go away, before I taunt them a second time-h!

Today, I visited The Knitting Den in South Lyon, and am kicking myself for waiting this long. I’d noticed it on Lafayette Street, but hadn’t had the time to stop in or the inclination to fight traffic to get in the driveway. It’s set up in an old house, renovated to handle the ooodles of yummy yarns, tasty tools, and gotta-haves for the knitting fiend. If there’s a yarn you like to work with, they carry it–alpacas, wools, merinos, silks, cottons…I could have made a serious dent in my wallet if my back hadn’t gently explained to me that more roaming around the store would make it start shrieking filthy names of pain.

Long story short, The Knitting Den is a wonderful place to get tools (VERY reasonably priced), accessories, yarns, patterns, pretty much anything to do with knitting. They do hold classes, for which I asked to be sent a schedule, so I can learn to do the fun things I’ve been seeing online. I’ll definitely be going back there after drawing out only the cash I want to spend and leaving checkbook and credit cards at home.

Yep, I’ll only take in what I can afford to not have when I walk out, just like I do when I go to a casino. I won’t be walking away empty-handed, true, but I won’t be tempted to spend the rent either.

Permalink Leave a Comment

Tuesday Morning Quickie

November 29, 2005 at 8:29 am (Daily Dookie, Soaping and Knitting, The Enlightening Ones)

Hi, folks,

This is just a general update, just so you know Silly Scented Serra shits her pants one leg at a time, just like everyone else…

~SMACK~ Get back in the can, YPF–it's not Friday yet!

Anyhow, Project Shining Soap (you know the one–the one where all four of us work together so that I can make soap in the kitchen like I was promised months ago) is progressing a tad faster. I've refused to tell anyone in this house what I want for Christmas until I've poured a moldful of Peach Green Tea, so there's been a little action. I'll keep you updated on progress here. Phase II will be tested the next time Honey brings six grocery bags into the house and I kick his ass if they sit around more than five minutes.

I spent most of the day yesterday trying to get Garand's porn machine working–turns out it was so full of spyware, uncleared caches and in such sick need of a defrag that his widdle puter just wouldn't stay online. He'll be spending his next day off eliminating redundant software. I doubt he'll see max performance ever, since his #1 activity is running around pr0n sites, but hopefully it won't be as bad as it was. In return for giving his pr0n machine so much attention, he lifted a finger around here last night–smacked Honey upside the head for me, just once. Little does he know he's going to be lifting a LOT more than that today when I go ballistic on the kitchen again.

I actually got to do a bit of cooking over the weekend. I made a gallon (literally) of Beer Cheese Soup Saturday. It lasted less than 24 hours, mind you, but I ate very well that whole day. I also started a batch of Kahlua, which looks promising so far but I might have put a tad too many vanilla beans in (I doubled them). We'll see what the final result is. I also filtered out the batch of vanilla extract I've had brewing for the past several months–turned out yummay!! I did an 8 oz batch in an old DiSaronno bottle, so we have plenty for a long time to come. It's much stronger than commercial vanilla, no sugar added, and I find I don't need to use nearly as much.

I'm nearly done with Honey's balaclava. I did manage to get the face hole knitted in right thanks to help from the owner of the website I found the pattern on. Elmore-Pisgah's Black Watch cotton self-striped into a nice but not blinding pattern, so it's looking VERY cool! I'll post pics once it's done–Honey may have to download them out of the camera, but he'll love his burglar mask so much that I shouldn't have to kick him in the ass more than twice. Evil Science Chick's stitch markers worked wonderfully–easy to use, no snags on the yarn or the knit, and I still want to make earrings out of them.

I've also been working on another washcloth order, in and between doing some for Katrina survivors. The group I'm working with has sent out over 1300 to shelters around the country. I have a boxful that I haven't sent yet but think I'm going to send along with some quilt squares I did for Squares 4 Survivors. I've had to set the squares aside for now, until the balaclava's done and Christmas is a little more in the bag, but I'll be picking them up again soon.

I'd write more, but there's only so much anger I can write down before you all catch onto the idea that I've lost my mind in more ways than I want to admit here. I'm going to just say that the happiest I'll have been in a long time will be the day we move back into our own place, if our relationship lasts that long. Between not having my own place for the first time in many, many years, having no car and being so voiceless (much as I'd love to tell everyone off, I have no choice but to live here and I can't let my mouth get me kicked out) I'm not sure I wouldn't have already packed the car and left all this if I were able to.

As I write this, the most perceptive life form in the house jumped into my lap and demanded scritches, so I'm going to go kill things over at http://www.pqcomp.com and pet my cat and hope I feel better sometime soon.

Permalink Leave a Comment

Of Stitch Markers and More

November 10, 2005 at 6:00 pm (Daily Dookie, Other Bloggers, Soaping and Knitting)

Good evening, Blog Readers!

Yes, for once I feel like writing something. It might not be great–hell, I can tell you right now it will suck major ass–but it's original writing. From me. And if it works I might let YPF out of her Folger's Can and let her bust a move on those old Ask YPF questions.

So, I was sitting here, minding my own business, and Honey walks into the computer room with an envelope, with a Georgia return address. I'll spare you the "Huh? Georgia? Who the frell is that? How the fuck should I know what you did Serra?" ad nauseaum, and just state for the record that my stitch markers came in from Evil Science Chick. She has a pic posted; so do I. My set's the 5-piece job.

I have to say the pics just don't do these justice. Instead of dreaming of them bejeweling the balaclava I'm making for Honey (I'm making the second one, minus the dickey), I had visions of putting French wires on these puppies and wearing them out next time I'm let out of my cage here in New Hudson. They're that fucking good, folks. I've been to art fairs where crappier (by a LONG shot) beadwork was seriously tagged at $20 a pair for earrings similar to these pretty things, the only difference being that ESC's work doesn't look like a retarded child did it.

As I sat upstairs a little while ago, casting on all those itty bitty stitches for the balaclava (for the record, knitting with size 3 circular needles that were FOLDED instead of curled up sucks syphillitic, leprotic goat dongs) I was mulling over the other things that someone with the kind of talent Bunsen put out here and sent me could make…things unusual and different and if I had the talent I would be Photoshopping the piss out of…

Idea #1–Pretty Little Ta-Ta Tassels
Imagine your favorite lap dancer (substitute appropriate person here–I wouldn't want you to stray, even in your perverse fantasies), topless, one of these little puppies…

Image hosted by Photobucket.com

…hanging from each of his/her/their delicately pierced nipples. They dangle, they swing, they catch the light, much as your favorite lap dancer's skin does. They entrance you, distracting you, putting off the moment when for one reason or another you must end the joy displayed before you. Hopefully your Happy Ending will come when you want it, not when some pain in your real-life ass presents itself.

Not a bad idea, I don't think.

Idea #2–Flower of Love Decoration
Imagine being about to tantalize your favorite lover…gentle hands urging a parting as you seek his/her/their center…earplugs firmly in place (since your object is to make s/him scream)…and finding…

Image hosted by Photobucket.com

…something that would just make this fantasy fall the fuck (no pun intended) apart for me.

You see, I'm not nuts about metal scraping on my teeth. It's a little like nails on a chalkboard for me, but not as much so as tongue depressors are. I'd also be a tad worried about pulling too hard, or tugging something out of skin not meant to part for it. So, perhaps this isn't the greatest idea, but maybe something smaller with fewer parts to catch on things…

Shall we move on? All right.

Idea #3–Pretty Little Kitty Bauble
I'm not referring to kitties as Brighton uses the term (see above–I covered that)–I mean soft, furry things that become very happy when you stroke them properly.

Yeah, I know, what's the difference? Let me rephrase…

I mean the four-footed founders of fucking indifferent behavior. Like the one over there in the sidebar, who Honey claims is the bane of his existence. Wouldn't something like that just be perfect as a charm to hang from a leather and rhinestone collar? It'd be a little color in amongst the brilliance and glitz.

I can just picture Desi with a collar, equipped with PLKB. She'd be TOO pissed. Honey would have a happy moment in his day, watching her be miserable, but then I'd have to wreck it for him by bitching at him for taking such delight in a dumb aminal's misery. He'd point out that it doesn't bother me to see him miserable, but then I'd indicate that he asked for it the moment he put my engagement ring on my hand…I'd win, of course, but by then Desi would either be braiding her own hanging rope or attempting to make it look like I committed hara-kiri. There's just not enough fun to be had for me to try this out, so if any of you choose to, send video to areyoufuckinnuts@gmail.com

Well, I think I've gotten the ball rolling here. If any of you are talented with Photoshop, email me and show me what you cooked up–I'll post anything sent to me (btw that isn't my real address above; check my profile for the real deal).

Permalink Leave a Comment

Booked up

September 23, 2005 at 5:20 pm (Daily Dookie, Soaping and Knitting)

Just a quick note–I am booked thru November 1 2005 for washcloth orders unless current orders are finished sooner than I anticipate.

I’m looking at going back into production on soap within a week.

Permalink Leave a Comment

I’m Alive

September 20, 2005 at 7:50 pm (Soaping and Knitting)

Hi folks,

I’m around, sort of–the back’s kicking up again so I’m taking it a little easier, hoping that this week I can start slinging lye again. Everyone’s working hard to get me going again so I’m still very hopeful. I’ll post more when it gets interesting.

Permalink Leave a Comment

Hey Knitters and Crocheters!

September 9, 2005 at 12:48 pm (Soaping and Knitting)

Check my other blog for a fun way to help out folks affected by Katrinabitch!

Also–anyone wanting to send me acrylic yarn is welcome to–I’ll be turning it in to afghan squares for hurricane victims. Email me for details.

Permalink Leave a Comment

Soapers Take Your Marks

September 8, 2005 at 8:15 pm (Soaping and Knitting)

I know I said I wouldn't be putting business on this blog, but I do have a little bit of word that I want to get out, so it's going on both blogs.

The company that makes Red Devil Lye has discontinued it. What is in the stores now is all the company has–they are no longer making this product! If you make soap and count on getting Red Devil at the grocery store, now is the time to go clean them puppies out.

I do have the number for the manufacturer, for those who wish to raise hell and complain. I'll put it on the other blog so as not to bore those here.

I just got back from cleaning out one store (Note: The Brighton, MI Meijer store doesn't have any in stock tonight…they may be able to restock from corporate storage, so they may get more in), but do go check out the store you normally get it from because it won't be there long.

Also note that the Meijers stores here have it on sale for $2.99 a can. Perhaps yours does too.

We now return you to your regular programming.

Permalink Leave a Comment

The “What the HELL were you Thinking?” Department, installment 1

August 29, 2005 at 12:54 pm (Soaping and Knitting, WTF)

In the interests of learning from my mistakes, I'm going to be editing old posts here and there, with this being the first. Those of you who ship things for a living can also please make notes on how NOT to ship shit.

From December 2004


The winner for the Worst Packing Job this holiday Season Award is in my hands, right now. And it couldn't have happened to a worse package.

I'm a soapmaker. Also an incense maker, occasionally a candlemaker, and generally if it reeketh, I maketh. Since I can't get reasonably priced fragrances and essential oils (the tools of my addiction–I mean hobby) locally without promising my firstborn (whom I'm very fond of), I mail, eBay and otherwise cause to have sent to me these fine drugs–I mean scents. Most of my suppliers pack very, very well. But today's proud winner does not have the sense Dog gave an ant.

I just opened a Priority Mail Flat Rate envelope that has so much Mulberry fragrance oil (FO) leaking from it that the entire house reeks, as does yarn I have ordered, the rest of the mail, the mailbox, my comforter, my hands, and now my poor Beagle, who just begged for petting from Mama and I couldn't say no to those limpid brown eyes.

There was a 1/8" bubble wrap envelope expected to hold 18 oz of FO–three plastic bottles not-sealed with packing tape (SOP whenever liquid is shipped), and the envelope itself. WHO on God's green earth expects such flimsy packing material not only to absorb the FO in case of failure of seal or in the event of squeezing by machine? I have to add that the USPS also requires absorbent packing, which wasn't present.

Maybe it's just me, but I assume a gorilla wearing a red, white and blue nametag reading "Masher" is gonna single out my little package and jump his silly ass all over it, and I pack for same–heavy tape on all liquids, absorbent packing, bubble wrap and peanuts (ask Jav–he buys my goodies). And liquid NEVER goes in those niftoid Flat Rate envelopes, no matter how much the person getting the stuff wants it to, since the USPS employs mail-sorting machinery with "Masher" in the manufacturer's title. I'm certain of it now, since it do look like something mashed this envelope I'm telling John, my faithful fiance, to remove from the house NOW NOW NOW.

~Sighs~ Argh.

I can offer you a great deal on Mulberry FO right now–but no Flat Rate Envelope ship please.

***In fairness, I have to say that the supplier did re-send the shipment, in a real live box, with craploads of padding, about two weeks after the original shipment came in. While it was far too late to do anything with it then, I did appreciate his making amends.

Permalink Leave a Comment

Washcloths, anyone?

July 5, 2005 at 9:40 am (Soaping and Knitting)

It’s that time again folks! I just completed a large washcloth order and now the needles are empty and the yarn bins are full. This means I can take custom orders on washcloths again!!

They’re 100% cotton, hand-knit, and they’re just marvelous for all skin types! They’re just a little exfoliating without feeling like the hide’s being ripped from you, and they wash beautifully–simply machine wash in the right temperature for the color and either dry flat or toss in the dryer for a bit. Shrinkage is minimal when tumble dried on medium.

I make two sizes of these–the ones shown are 8×8; the extra-large, man-sized, humongous size are 12×12. I can make these in any color I can find yarn for–between Bernat, Sugar N Cream and Peaches N Cream brands I can knit you a rainbow! They’re great for gift packs, spa packs, selling singly or even just spoil yourself and order a pile for your own use!

I made these:

Image hosted by Photobucket.com

And these:

Image hosted by Photobucket.com

Anyone interested in some of these can hit my email link in the sidebar or holler at me at serrathescented (at) gmail (dot) com.

I now return you to your regular ranting and raving.

Permalink Leave a Comment

How NOT to make soap!

May 28, 2005 at 11:15 am (Soaping and Knitting)

I did read this Bacon Soap formula (recipes are for food–FORMULAS are for the Mad Scientist that lives inside every soapmaker). In between suppressing the guilty laughter at the thought of actually trying this puppy out (these dipshits didn't even filter out the bacon bits in their rendered fat!) and squelched shrieks of horror at the equipment recommended (uh, duh, do not put lye solutions in fucking Tupperware and don't expect that wooden spoon to stand up to the horrors of lye soapmaking more than once), I realized I was looking at the perfect way NOT to make soap!

I post this link with the great big hairy warning of: DO NOT FUCKING TRY THIS AT HOME!

You see, this is such a stellar example of how not to make soap, I simply HAD to share it! Come on, folks, BACON FAT? It's a lot cheaper to go buy lard (which does not ever smell like bacon, sorry to disappoint), or, if you have some serious objection to honoring the little piggie who gave its life to be eaten by NOT wasting anything it leaves behind, get some olive oil, or soybean oil, or, or….Hell, just go HERE to get a good grounding in how to make soap! You can get a lot of good soaping oils at your friendly neighborhood grocery store.

The one good note in this article is that nice big picture of the Red Devil can. I recently read a discussion list post where the lady was so happy that the pretty green color of the Drano she used came thru in her soap. I had to post back immediately and burst her bubble. One must use 100% pure lye to make soap; one cannot CANNOT use Drano because there's other chemicals in there that you shouldn't put on your skin EVAR! Red Devil is 100% lye–no pretty color, no pretty smell, no skin-eating shit to take the hide off you just like Grandma's pre-electronic scale soap would! If you don't have a soaping supplier close enough to pick up lye from, Red Devil, only that ONE shown in that pic, will reliably do the job.

Oh, and if you feel you simply must try this soap?

GET THE HELL OVER IT! You won't like what you get, and them little bacon bits are bound to be scritchy.

Permalink Leave a Comment

Fragrance Sale on eBay

May 25, 2005 at 1:00 pm (Soaping and Knitting)

Just a quick, self-promotion note:

I’ve started listing things I need to get rid of again on eBay–amongst the goodies is a sale on my fragrance oils. I’m offering all of them at $1/oz, a savings of over 60% (in some spots the savings is 75%).

THIS is the link to the fragrance oil section–and I’ll be adding more as I decide what to part with.

Permalink Leave a Comment

Censorship Blows update

May 23, 2005 at 12:23 pm (Soaping and Knitting, WTF)

First, here's the post this one is updating–see "Censorship Blows"

Before I begin, I'd like to express my deepest sympathy to the woman herself–you experienced a horrible loss and I'm so very sorry for that. I'm also sorry for the tempest your personal expression triggered. Please email me if you need anything I can do!

Now, on to the crap that pissed me off so much I needed to write it down.

It seems that the little bootlicker I had trouble with tried not being a control freak (to her credit), then regretted not being able to shut someone up. The NeoNazi who owns the Yahoo discussion groups I've had issues with in the past changed post status to not-moderated, but is currently having a shitfit about someone actually speaking. Seems that a member of the soaping community experienced a horrible loss in her family and dared to post about it. When she did, she was told that "this is not the place for this," in spite of the fact that she was posting about a situation that NO one should have to live thru (including the loss and injury of children!).

Naturally, the response to the post was large–soapmakers are generally a caring (if someone catty in spots) lot, so such awful news was answered with the empathy truly felt. At that point, one of the control freaks moderating the list posted a note basically saying that the lady shouldn't have dared to go off-topic in spite of the severity of the loss she felt. The responses were about 5 to 1 objecting to the reprimand, nearly all from folks stating they would be leaving the list "if that's how people are here."

The list is back on censored status while the head Nazi calms down enough to string sentences together.

Personally, I don't think she should bother. The very reason I object to dealing with that discussion list's owner is now obvious to all. I have to commend my BitchHo (will post a link for you if you want it, Ho Baby!) for her comments on the matter–I couldn't have said it better myself and I sure couldn't have been as kind as she was in her comments. I can't quote any of the folks here because I don't have permission within copyright laws to do so, but I agree with the majority. If this incident wasn't a shining example of what happens when a control freak can't operate as they please, I don't know what is!

It just amazes me that some think I'm such an awful bitch for the writing I do here on my blog, yet have the nerve to act like they do online. Folks who come here know it's not going to be a nicey-nice, sanitized world view and that all opinions are subjective. I do not tell others what they can and cannot say in the comments section. I may not agree but unless they don't have the nuts to own their opinions, they stand in my comments. I guess I'm just weird that way.

Permalink Leave a Comment

More in Sorrow

April 17, 2005 at 11:13 pm (Rant Goodness, Soaping and Knitting)

It seems that I have a troll; a troll of my very own. Better than that–a soapmaking troll.

I know who it is. She doesn't think I do, but I do. You see, she's not very smart and has left her fingerprints all over the nasty comments she left.

To the folks this doesn't apply to: Sorry for the post–the move is going very slowly and I'm hoping to be done in a day or two. It's taking the toll I expected on my body but I did expect that. I hope to be making you giggle again soon.

IAN–Thanks so much for the comments! You and Joe are keeping my spirits up and I really appreciate it.

To the troll:
1. Get your own name. I'll explain this v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y so you don't get confused again. Serra is my name and my friends can indeed tell us apart.

2. You know your name.

3. So do I.

4. I'm betting harassing people is against your server's terms of service. Think on it.

Permalink Leave a Comment

It’s Mostly Up!

April 9, 2005 at 12:50 pm (Soaping and Knitting)

Well, most of my soaping stuff is up on eBay now–the link is here, so click away and give it all a good home.

Permalink Leave a Comment

Censorship Blows

April 7, 2005 at 11:28 pm (Rant Goodness, Soaping and Knitting)

For those who don't have any clue what Public Access TV is, it's basically the channel on your cable system that runs all the government meetings and really odd, badly-produced shit you see between runs of the TV listings. What it really is (your own chance at putting nearly anything you want on TV) is long enough for a series on this blog. The point is, it's where I truly learned the value of expressing oneself, one's right to do so, and just how many people detest the fact that the right exists at all.

It's come to my attention that I know someone in the last category. I recently posted an advertisement to a discussion list, one where many people also advertise. I seldom post my ads there, and thanks to the list management's reaction I won't be doing so again. I was asked to remove the link to this blog from the email I sent before the ad would be "approved." That link is part of an attachment that goes on EVERY email I send–there's no underhanded shit going on, it simply is there for those who want it. Those who don't want to read it don't have to come here.

My reaction? Tina, the list's owner, can kiss my royal, white, Goddess-proportioned, sweetly-scented, pampered, American, soapmaking, blogging, First-Amendment exercising ASS! I don't censor JACK SHIT, FOR Jack or anyone else on this great giddy globe.

It's her list, and she can do anything she pleases with it. She can even screw me out of the ability to post the same sorts of ads to her list that everyone else does. That is her choice, just as it is her choice to be an neo-Nazi, ass-kissing, boot-licking sycophant. I do not have to like it. I certainly will not keep quiet about it. Most of all, I won't be supporting it with my money by ordering from her ever again or by recommending others buy anything from her either.

If I wanted to whore myself out in any way, Eight Mile is not far from my Greater Detroit Metro area home. I'll gladly provide directions to anyone who wants to be an honest prostitute rather than suck a demented prevaricatrix's ass for the sake of money.

ADDENDUM: As expected, I've been terminated from the list in question. I have also been terminated with extreme prejudice (color me sooooo surprised) from another, supposedly impartial supplier evaluation list. In addition, I've been threatened with legal action for libel and/or slander. Whatever.

Permalink Leave a Comment

Next page »