How To Carve Your Pumpkin

It’s that time of year again. Halloween is tomorrow and pumpkins everywhere are busy being stabbed, sliced, jabbed, disemboweled, and carved into outdoor decor for your front porch. Where they’ll sit until they rot and the stench becomes so strong it attracts feral cats and winos.

Pumpkin carving is an art. Most of us see it as a craft and try to DIY it into something cute. Something that makes a child go all “ooh” and “ah.”

That is not the purpose of a pumpkin. Pumpkins don’t want to be cute. Pumpkins don’t want to bring a smile to your face.  Pumpkins want to be the scariest part of your day come October 31.

So when P.U.S. (Pumpkins United Society) contacted me to help get the message across, I agreed. I said I’d take a stab at carving out a post as long as they didn’t hold a knife to my throat. Continue reading How To Carve Your Pumpkin

This Day Is Not That Day

It’s been a while since I posted anything to “Blogdramedy.” That’s because I needed a fresh start and that fresh start included a new blog. And what better way to let you know than by sharing what a friend sent me this morning. So if you came here looking for me, I’m still around only not here. Over there…at Upside of Sideways. Come join me. *grin*

The Upside of Sideways

Do you ever wake up and think “this could be the best day ever” and then it’s not and you sink into depression and despair, with a little black cloud raining down on you, and your coffee maker goes on the fritz, the toast is burnt, your socks don’t match, you conditioned then shampooed, there’s no good news on the news because Mr. Trump is still running for POTUS, and then someone reminds you that it’s autumn and white skinny jeans are no longer acceptable out-in-public attire and they decide to judge you?

This day is not that day.

Because a friend over at Long Awkward Pause sent me this and totally kicked that day into the gutter. Thanks Chris!

BlogdramedyType Me and my sunglasses totally fonted out in style. *grin*

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What Happens When You Get Gum On The Pause Button

This is what happens: life gets sticky. And there’s nothing for it but to come clean with a blog-fessional.

Forgive me WordPress but it’s been [pause for counting: 1, 2, 3, 4…] too freaking long since I’ve offered up a slice of my soul for the indigestion of my legions of readers and faithful followers.

I pondered all weekend about whether I’d bore you with the details of the whys and the hows. And then I thought, everyone around here knows all about it so why shouldn’t you be in on the know?

My body got stuck in the land of misery and angst after 12-rounds with someone I’ll call, “Nick the Neck.” He arrived with a side order of high blood pressure and a daily dish of headache.

It’s been such fun. Continue reading What Happens When You Get Gum On The Pause Button

Champagne, Sparkling Wine & Lady Beer – A Love Story

(Today it’s Wine-ology Part Three: The Final Chapter, brought to you by Loie over at CheapWineCurious. She saved the best for last. Enjoy! — BD)

A Tome on the Taxonomic Rank of Carbon Dioxide in the Production of Effervescent Alcoholic Refreshment 


This is the finale of my wine trilogy for Blogdramedy. I have loved every hard earned word written in these posts because I have convinced myself that there are actually people reading them. This fin de siècle is dedicated to all those gentle readers who indulged my obscure references, endured spasms of the urinary tract due to my hilarity, and suffered inferiority complexes upon reflection of the refinement and wittery of this series of posts.

I applaud you for taking personal interest in you betterment by building your gastronomic repertoire and stretching your threshold for insufferable assholery. I know, I know, who likes a know it all – even I suffer from self hated and loathing but alas, I’m sure Gynneth Paltrow and Blake Lively all had a split nano-second of self reflection before they launched their “lifestyle brands.” The thought of “helping people” allowed them to snap out of their funk and espouse relevant, down to Earth, aspirational guidance to the everyday woman, who happens to be of a privileged class, a celebrity and unusually beautiful by even Western standards. Through this resilience, they have become the subject of idolatry that is pop culture in earnest. Hey, I totally get it. Kudos, you gals have guts! I only have brain matter, but I put it to use and to protect my only asset, I aways wear a bicycle helmet while riding about town although it makes me look dorky. We all have our crosses to bear and f’d up hair days. Continue reading Champagne, Sparkling Wine & Lady Beer – A Love Story

Two things that don’t make sense to me.

Today on NWR, Floridaborne talks sense. Who’s got it and who hasn’t. She used remarkable restraint at only listing two things that don’t make sense. Staff at The Nudge Wink Report are all astonishment. *wink* Check it out and see if her post makes sense.

The Nudge Wink Report


The following sign:


On the outside of a hospital:


Which is next to 3 of these:

 parking garage

Let me get this straight.  4 people smoking this


is worse than the equivalent of this?


I did my usual in-depth 1 minute search of the internet for the toxins in tobacco and came upon this website

Note, class, that the list is in alphabetical order (You know me–I have to point out the most important things first):

 Here are a few of the chemicals in tobacco smoke, and other places they are found:

  • Acetone – found in nail polish remover
  • Acetic Acid – an ingredient in hair dye
  • Ammonia – a common household cleaner
  • Arsenic – used in rat poison
  • Benzene – found in rubber cement
  • Butane – used in lighter fluid
  • Cadmium – active component in battery acid
  • Carbon Monoxide –…

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