It's Babette!

So, first of all, I can't believe I'm going to write a blog post about twitter, and not just about Twitter in general, but about what happened in Twitter. This should tell you all how deeply the Twitter has infiltrated my life. Second of all, I rule. Here's why:

So I happened to catch the news conference with Miss California about halfway through. So I didn't get to see The Donald announcing that she can keep her crown, but I did get to see her god-awful speech that went around and around and eventually got nowhere. I got to see her tear up about her grandfather fighting in WWII for our freedom and her freedom of speech and how she couldn't believe she was being punished for exercising her right and that people in America should be FREE ... freedom ... FREE ... blah blah fucking blah. It was retarded. So I tweeted this about it.

Ms Cal. is an idiot. Cried about her freedom of speech & other freedoms but doesn't see the irony in not wanting others to be FREE to marry.

And as icing on the cake, I added:

Dear Miss California USA, You ARE, indeed, a stupid cunt.

Remember how Perez Hilton took back calling her a bitch and the called her a cunt? I thought that was priceless, and that's what I was referring too. Anyway, there's this... thing on there called the DearRobot that retweets all the posts that start with Dear (whoever/whatever). So that happened and my post calling Miss California a cunt got retweeted. I assume that's how this super right-wing douchbag even saw my post because I don't have many followers. So he wrote in response to me:

so any one that has a political stance different from yours is a "stupid cunt" nice way to get your point across

Our exchange follows:

Me: Perez called her one & the fact that she CRIED about her freedoms & not wanting the same freedom applied to others is why.

Douchebag: so you take the word of a guy who draw penis's on peoples face's for a living opinion to heart, but dismiss a Christians

Me: I ABSOLUTELY take the opinion a guy who draws penises on faces over a Christian's. But Perez doesn't make my opinions. I do

Douchbag: every one has a right to have an opinion and a right to express that, its childish to lash out in vulgarity

Me: No one is arguing her right to sound like a moron. Just thought it was ironic. & She's a cunt. (Using my freedom of speech)

Guess who shut the hell up after that?

I've been a horrible neighbor lately. I've gotten all caught up with the Twitter [http://twitter.com/itsbabette] and have neglected my Vox blog pretty much entirely. I just don't have a whole lot to say lately. Life is pretty blah at the moment. I may also be stunting my creativity by trying to fit my thoughts and witty-ass comments into 140 characters or less. I'll try to spread my rambling, incoherent and inconsequential rants between the Twitter and the Vox.

You're making a Mix Tape titled "8th Grade Dance." Share the first song you'd put on it. 

Boyz II Men - End Of The Road

This was the song we were all waiting for at the Junior High dances, so we could awkwardly dance with boys at arm's distance. Awwww....

If you had to teach something, what would you teach? 

Yoga. Seriously, I fucking LOVE me some yoga. I've wanted to get good enough at it to be able to teach it for a while. I've been doing more yoga more often recently, and it makes me feel good. I suppose I've already begun teaching a little bit. Joe went through Sun Salutations with me last night. =]

I subscribe to the Ikea Hacker blog, which is so very awesome, and today there was an item on there showing how to make a doll bed into a bed for a very rotund cat. And then there was this picture of the cat in the bed, which I absolutely can't get enough of.

I think I've been sucked in to Twitter. I've had an account for quite a while, but just recently started making use of it.

Lots of use.