Bitch on the Blog

March 22, 2012


Filed under: Errors — bitchontheblog @ 10:05

A couple of days ago I became disenchanted with the world of blogging. I was subjected to something akin to accidentally stepping into a large dog’s even larger hard core, yet ever so soft, offering. Yes, a pile of shit for those whose sense of smell is impaired. Whilst that pair of shoes expensive, rather than cleaning them I binned them. False economy? Oh no. Dog poo may cause blindness. Blindness is forever, and a pair of  Louboutins only for Christmas and your birthday come at once.

The joy of blogging/commenting has, at least momentarily, evaporated; wholesale. To paraphrase: You may rein in a bolted horse, you may even be able to saddle it once more, but do I have any desire to mount it again? We’ll see.

Renee said, in her last comment, that she is glad to be my friend (which she is) and would hate to be my enemy. I agree with her: I wouldn’t want to be my enemy either. Not that I have ever been anyone’s enemy. I don’t have it in my heart, in my soul. It’s foreign territory to me. Still, there is always a first. Let’s just say, and, Sweetheart, you know who you are: Don’t mess with me. You may take away the accolade that no one but no one has ever insulted me and the trinity of my father, my son and my brother’s holy ghost more than you have. Congratulations. No doubt you will now draw more conclusions about my brain chemistry. Whatever turns you on, Sweetheart, whatever turns you. Hot tip of the day: Don’t project your vile fantasies on the innocent.




  1. What an awful week this has indeed turned out to be. And all this on the heels of what I thought was a rather interesting piece of writing. I even took the time to get permission to use the artwork, and the gallery owner asked for a link to see the finished product that incorporated the artwork. I suspect I may have more difficulties obtaining permission from him to use other pieces in any of my entries. Look at me blathering on about my woes when it should be about you – my apologies. I cannot hit the like button on this entry.

    Ursula, I remain optimistic you will once again find the desire to mount that horse. The sooner the better – for all.

    Comment by Phil — March 22, 2012 @ 13:17 | Reply

    • Phil, an excellent piece of writing and an excellent piece of artwork, both the ideas behind them and their execution. Never let anyone spoil your initial intention.

      At BEST one can say both were so inspirational that it sent some of your commentators into orbit, off on a tangent. And even that was ok till it turned truly ugly. It is not your responsibility. You are a generous host – and I hope you will remain so.

      At WORST … I better say nothing. On the other hand I could quote the Angel on the subject. His assessment spot on, though his wouldn’t be my first choice of words, yet so very concise.

      Big Hug, Phil – at risk of the hug police watching my every move (You never know: These days even an innocent hug might be in danger of being converted into the perversion de jour).

      For effect I wish I could say that I am a bear with a sore head, as it is I am



      Comment by Ursula — March 22, 2012 @ 14:16 | Reply

  2. I feel a bit like I’m eavesdropping in on something personal (is there any other kind of eavesdropping?). I guess all I can say is that my figurative sword is ready to defend anyone who aims to harm those I care about. And I’ve grown fond of you, Ursula, even if you are cyber-hugging Phil (who no doubt is cyber-hugging you). I think all of us are big-hearted enough to share cyber-hugs and sabers, don’t you? Chin up, U! That’s the best way to move forward and get the most out of all this hugging. 😉

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — March 22, 2012 @ 17:52 | Reply

    • Not so much crossed wires as you writing here whilst I was writing to you over at Phi’s and chopping chilies for dinner at the same time. Whatever you do: Don’t rub your eye(s) afterwards.. It’s not as long lived as a hot piece of Peperami stuck to your lower lip but still. You will hop, curse (yourself) and curse some more. If you are absent minded do make sure you don’t wear contact lenses at the same time. The formula being: Pi times chilli equals eyes to match your lipstick (Revlon True Red). Only hotter.

      Why thanks, Lorna. I know you are not much of a gardener but I too have GROWN enormously fond of you. A bean pod has nothing on you. I could wax lyrical(ly) on how the right people come into my life at the right time. Phil, him of the bear hug variety, mentioned something along those lines a little while ago. Naturally, I am always behind replying properly. However, having been an elephant in a previous life: I never forget.

      “Chin up”? It’s the only way, Lorna. Otherwise even I ,with all my wonderful genes, may show up double. Please strike that last sentence off the record. The day I have a double chin will be the day l lie down and die.


      Comment by Ursula — March 22, 2012 @ 19:25 | Reply

  3. Don’t forget the home made cakes okay?

    Androgoth XXx

    Comment by Androgoth — March 23, 2012 @ 02:51 | Reply

  4. I’m sorry you’ve had a bad experience. Sometimes people feel better about themselves if they pull someone else down. Maybe they thought their attack at your expense made them appear witty or clever. It’s amazing how many of those we cross paths with. But we all know that you – dear Ursula – are truly gifted with words and nobody can change that. Still glad to call you friend.

    Comment by writingfeemail — March 23, 2012 @ 10:52 | Reply

    • Thanks, Renee. In all fairness I myself am perfectly capable, and have done so, of “pulling someone else down”, in the name of being “witty”, “clever” (on the assumption they can see it for what it is. Which most certainly is never an attack on a person’s baseline.) Like satire, or a cartoon, magnifies an issue I too can’t resist a ‘repartee’. However, I don’t fight below the belt.

      And what happened there was below the belt. Literally. Ms de Vile’s overheated imagination made four men in my life drop their trousers (in front of their daughter, mother, sister and ex-wife). I do not hold it against Ms de Vile. She is neither witty nor clever. She is a seriously damaged case. And whatever you do, Renee, do not let me look after your pet rabbit whilst you sun yourself in the Caribbean. It will be boiled. Ms de Vile, naturally, will claim that I shouldn’t have looked after your rabbit in the first place, that rabbits are for boiling and the fact that it was boiled (by her) has nothing to do with her whatsoever. Because all that’s bad in the world is our fault. And our fault only. So there.

      What’s the name of your rabbit?


      Comment by Ursula — March 23, 2012 @ 12:06 | Reply

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