4-0!

Four - nil! Four - nil! Four - nil! Four - nil!!

Ahem. I'm better now, thanks.

And dammit, 'm going to kill Linz for inflicting Eighties songs on me!

'nother rant

I really hate it when people come in here and try to talk to me in French. First of all, no, English isn't my native tongue, but for the love of god, I work in a British office! I speak English eight hours a day, five days a week. My English is a hell of a lot better than your French, and I don't speak French! I'm Flemish, I speak Dutch. Don't assume everyone in brussels speaks French. And when someone addresses you in one language, don't try to show off your knowledge of another language.

I hate people.

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*raises hand* Can I go home now, please? *drops dead*

I want to make an SDB T-Shirt. I unearthed my T-Shirt transfer paper this week, and I'm sure I can locate some glitter glue stuff to put on and around it. Hm. What picture to use ...

Also! Dammit, Lucy, your photocard entries are rubbing off on my muses. Now I have a punkmuse in my head who's mocking SDBs. Oi.

Johnny (Rotten) : Bloody 'ell. Who dresses these kids?
Melle: Don't ask. Honestly. I blame Lou.
Johnny: Who?
Melle: Their ex-manager. Makes M*lc*lm look like a saint.
Johnny: Woa. That bad?
Melle: Malcolm never made you guys do underage porn shoots.
Johnny: *considers* True. *eyes pictures* Hey, he's cute.
Melle: Who?
Johnny: *points at Justin* Him.
Melle: Eeek?
Johnny: Isn't his birthday on the same day as mine? We should throw a belated party or something.
Melle: *weakly* ... Eeek?
Johnny: *grins, wanders off towards the SDB Dept. of Melle's brain*

Um. Well. That sure went to hell in a hurry!

Melle: *stares at PPDR* *whimper*
ChrisPuppet: Eh?
Performance and Personal Development Review: "3. Performance Targets -- List your agreed objectives and timescales for achievement. Describe progress on each objective."
Melle: *groan*
Sparkly Dancing Boys: *are hot*
Melle: *ignores PPDR in favour of SDBs*
PPDR: *snarls, attacks*
Melle: Eeek! *feels guilty, works on PPDR a little*
Touchy Boylove: Read meeeeee!
Melle: Oooh! *reads*
PPDR: Ahem. *taps foot*
Melle: Um, right. *works*
Photoshop: Open me!
Melle: ... What for?
Photoshop: *throws crackbunny at Melle*
Melle: Bwahahahahaha! Yeah, that's hilarious. *opens PS* Ack! No! *closes PS* I am strong! I can resist!
Photoshop: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

And so it goes ...

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Aaaaand today's featured author iiiiis! ( Silvia Kundera! )

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( And twenty more favourite icons. )

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*shuffles feet*

Um. Right. So.

Anyone know where I can find me some Chris/Britney? With or without Justin?

Cause um. Yeah.

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Want to go home! I came in an hour early today, dammit. I should get to leave an hour early, too!

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Link from viggorlijah, bold mine for emphasis:

Beating with a rod is not acceptable to modern psychologists who think they know better than God. These false teachers view spanking as a form of violence, of child abuse. Well, it is indeed a mild, restrained use of force and pain (not violence); but it is not child abuse. It is a carefully administered dose of superficial injury which is designed to bring about repentance and a change of behavior. We know it is restrained since the proverb tells us that the child beaten with the rod "will not die."

I'm sorry? It's only abuse when the kid may/might die? WTF?

For a parent to resort to spanking when a child is reaching the limits of his or her ability in a task is a form of child abuse (though no concern of the state).

It is a concern of the state when you abuse your child, because then you're violating the child's rights, and the primary duty of the government is to protect people's rights!

Many parents, mine included, have used a hefty leather belt. This choice can be quite effective. The only danger is if the parent gets a bit carried away and strikes the child with the buckle (this happened to the boy next door once - big ouch!).

*speechless* "Big ouch"? When you're hit with a belt buckle, that's a lot more than just a "big ouch", yo!

As to the spanking itself. It should be carried out in private to focus the attention of the child on the parent and to eliminate any other influences (not to mention the threat of hotline calls if you discipline in public).

I'm not even saying anything to this. Just. WTF?

God has designed an area of the body to receive corporal punishment. The back, the buttocks and the back of the upper legs are a safe place for a beating since there are no vital body parts that may accidentally be injured in the process, and the latter two parts are preferable since they are farther from the head and have more natural "padding" (and are less likely to be visible to anyone else in case the "stripes" remain a while).

Okay. Setting aside the asasine logic that a certain part of the body was "designed" to be hit, the back is certainly not a "safe place" to hit someone. Even BDSM people know not to aim for the back, because you could seriously damage someone's kidneys by doing this.

And let's not even get ito the whole "hitting your kids is good, but you should hide it anyway" logic.

A spanking is supposed to hurt! Mere tapping with the rod, or spanking through layers of clothing and diapers, will not be effective.

If a kid is young enough to still be wearing diapers, I honestly do not want to imagine them being "spanked" to the point of leaving marks for days. Really.

The pain is what God uses to break the will and produce a submissive spirit.

This is where I really get angry. Because I'm Christian, and I cannot believe in a god that would give us free wil and then want us to ignore it, and to break that free will in our children. And I hate when people use God and the bible to justify their own agenda; in this case: to have a child that is not a person in and of its own, but a clay puppet to be moled to the parents' desire.

And to top it all off, there's the title of the book on the bottom of the page: Child Training Tips. They are not PUPPIES!

Wheee!

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If I were a sappy movie ballad, I would be Summer Nights from Grease

A cult hit loved by drama queens everywhere, I nonetheless show up more frequently in karaoke bars, bowling alleys, and VH1 than on the radio.

What sappy movie ballad are you?