A few little odds and ends about my site map, comments, and last but not least, a bitchin' BG mini-tale.
COOL SITE MAP UNDER RECONSTRUCTION!
My site map (see the right column) is new and improved. It features two lists: one shows all my posts in reverse chronological order. The second features posts by category. Some of it is hyperlinked; I should be finished shortly, for ultimate user-friendliness.
Mad about psychos? Check out the posts under PSYCHOS, WACKOS, AND SHRINKS and CRAZY GENIUSES. Dysfunctional families your thing? Look under FAMILY MATTERS. Dig cigs, drugs, alcohol, AA horror stories, and tattoos? See SHAMEFUL, SINFUL, ADDICTIVE BEHAVIORS. Not interested in my drivel, but want to see some cool artwork? Check out BG'S ART. Even more FASCINATING, RIVETING categories are just a click away!
Praise be to Henry for unveiling the mysteries of hyperlinks, as well as his subsequent tip about a nifty bit of code (target="gnu" inserted after the URL code but before the closing bracket) that brings linking wanderers back to home base by keeping the orig. window open underneath. You go, Henry!
COMMENTS ON COMMENTS
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: comments both nasty and nice, long and short are welcome, coveted, and adored. So far, I've never deleted a comment, except for COMMENT SPAM. Any comment spam or freeloading commenters ("Like your blog. Come to my site at http:love my blog.com") will be deleted without further dispatch. It's ok to list your site, but you must leave a legitimate comment too--i.e. at least one complete sentence with more than 3 words.
I aim to reply with comments to all commenters, but I have fallen behind. If anyone gives a shit, I'm going back and adding comments as I can, even to ancient posts. So if you've left a comment and have not seen a response from me, rest assured that one will almost certainly appear at some point.
A SHORT BG TALE ON CHURCH-GOING
My boyfriend BG and his brother UBBA were both staying with the folks for awhile to regain their sanity after wild forays in New York. (This was decades before I met BG.) BG's mom is a very devout Catholic, and goes to church virtually every day. She insisted the boys go to church on Sunday, but they refused to go to mass with mom and dad. Mom said that's fine, but you must go to the 5:30 mass later. They agreed.
Five o'clock rolled around, and BG and Ubba, dressed up in their finest churchgoing duds, rode on out. First stop was the church, where Ubba would go in and grab one of the weekly church bulletins. This listed all the details they needed if quizzed later by mom: the sermon, the mass, even the names of the altar boys.
This task done, they proceed to McDonalds where they chilled out for a few hours, drinking coffee and smoking cigs. At that time, smoking was allowed at Mickey D's--they even supplied cute little tinfoil ashtrays for this purpose. Sometimes, after mass let out, a few of the church ladies might stop by and say: "Aren't you momma BG's boys? We didn't see you in church." Ubba would mumble something about them being in the back row (where the really bad sinners sat in shame).
Then they would head back home. Momma BG would ask: "How was church?"
"Did you enjoy the sermon?"
"Which part did you enjoy most?"
"Oh, lessee, the part about burning in hell for eternity was very enlightening."
"Good, boys. Dinner's ready. Time for some meatloaf!"
That's what you get for lying to your momma, boys!