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The cat is out of the (air)bag.

cat in a bagThere are a few of you that know this already, but because a snippet or two of it has found its way into the comments here, I thought I should maybe post something rather than just leave it unanswered.

A few days ago, fracas was in a very nasty automobile accident. Fracas, is obviously still here. Her vehicle? Not so much. Some of the people who stopped to see this accident, were quite surprised that fracas was ok. It can only be a result of not only the seatbelt, but this wonderful invention called the airbag.

boob airbag ad for MercedesI’ve included a sample photo befitting the fracas blog, of what an airbag is, for those of you who might be confusing airbag with windbag and thinking… but does that mean fracas saved herself?

These airbags to the right, are apparently available if you have a Mercedes. Feel free to click the image and view the precious bags in a larger size.

Fracas didn’t have a Mercedes, but I bet you prefer the picture of these airbags to the kind that actually sprung forth from the innards of the fraccy vehicle, filled the air with a putrid dust and saved fracas from serious injury all at the same time.

I’m kind of fond of mine though.

Airbags that is. The ones that saved me.

Please make sure you drive a vehicle with airbags. Having been injured many years ago in a lesser accident because the vehicle didn’t have airbags and having been in this accident and being relatively ok because it did, fracas cannot say enough about the value of having airbags.

Just make sure they’re the kind that will save your life… not the kind that will make you feel like you died and went to heaven.

Okay?

Okay.

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A Modern Day Don Juan?

Though that persnickety fellow we’ve come to know as daddypapersurfer is often cajoled and snickered at by the good folks who visit his blog, fondly calling him the “old git,” there has been a new development which I, fracas, have stumbled upon.

We have been fleeced, folks! Fooled and tricked, wool firmly sheathing our baby blues (or browns, or hazels if that be the case for you.. or you) out there.

I know, I know. I promised to share the smelling salts, and I will for sure. It’s that shocking.

You see, we’ve all come to think of daddyp in this light… indeed. His lovely avatar.

The truth though, is that daddyp is none other than a modern day Don Juan Demarco, conquering the women of the world for his personal gain.

The evidence can be found by looking no farther than the site of the young Linky Love, but I shall explain first.

Whence this Fuelmyblog competition began, the daddy was brave, and confident in his ability to trounce the fair Fracas. (Shush, it’s my story and I can be the “fair Fracas” if I want) He postured and posed and then… the fair Fracas began to gain votes. Suddenly, the daddy began to connive. He whined and he moaned… he insisted the good folks at Fuelmyblog should delete the fair Fracas from their registry. He, with some nerve, posted at the fair Fracas’ blog, attempting to trick her own readers into snuffing her instead of voting for her. He posted at his own blog, veiled trickery to convince people to vote for him… all trying to trounce a fair maiden and keep her from her own goal of winning the contest by simply providing the good people with entertainment and happiness, (and spending hours daily in her little room in the basement of a cold and dark little hut, voting for the many good people on her list). The evidence is all here in this previous post by the fair maiden. Note when reading it, that even though the fair Fracas is exposing his trickery, she still chooses to list some good qualities he has. Aye.. the fair Fracas believes in being good and fair, even when someone naughty (or old) is trying to do her wrong…

The fair Fracas maiden has always been honest about why she wants to win. She wants to provide her fair readers with more of the Fraccy fun they’ve come to enjoy. As the fair Fracas has already explained in her other post, the daddy, on the other hand, has several times, changed his story about why he wants to win. First, there was the “I don’t really want the money, I want to buy t-shirts that I can sell with it.” It seemed though, that the fair Fracas was catching up to him in votes, and recently when she truly did, the daddy suddenly began talking of other things, like being old and on a pension… or talking of wanting to take his lovely wife (whom is for certain, a fair maiden of the spectacular and goddess kind, for she has the patience of a Saint to live with this man, not to mention a name that brings tears of joy to all who hear it) on the only honeymoon they’ve had in 40 years and deceiving the fair readers about the fair Fracas by telling them she has a Rolls Royce and a staff and fooling them all in such very devious way. Nary had a mention of any of this happened before, when he was ahead in votes. Nay… then, then he was brave enough to tell the fair readers that he would use the money for t-shirts to sell.

Chicanery for certain…. changing one’s story to tug at the heartstrings of others for his own benefit and telling falsehoods about the fair Fracas to try and lure away those who have voted for her. Why, the fair Sylvie, from the Fuelmyblog Estate, has also wondered aloud, about the emotional trickery being attempted by such a conniving character. Click here to see it for yourself! I beg you though… please do keep the smelling salts, and someone to administer them handy before you click.

The fair Fracas, well… the fair Fracas cannot understand why when she has continued to tell the fair readers good things about him, he continues to make wild claims of falsehoods about her.

You gasp… and rightly so! It is a tragedy. I told you that you would need the smelling salts. I myself, have used cases.

This brings us to the fair Linky, a young lass being bamboozled by the ever conniving character we’ve been led to think of as daddyp, but whose recent behaviour has brought to light the possibility that he is none other than a modern day Don Juan Demarco… conquering fair maidens like Linky as he goes, never concerned for where these tactics might lead.

Poor Linky. She believed him, and with a good and fair maiden’s heart, she posted this post to help (what she thought was the poor daddyp) win a honeymoon for the fair maiden he calls TG. Little did poor Linky know, that Don Juan Demarco daddyp had already given himself away quite some time ago. Again, you may click to see for yourself.

So this be a sure warning to all the fair maidens out there. Be wary of the man who calls himself daddypapersurfer. He will connive and he will try to conquer you too, until he gets what he is after… and then he will throw you away like a bullfighter tosses aside his cape once the bull has been conquered.

This fair maiden is not fooled. The fair Fracas (I said… shush. I can so be the fair maiden) knows all about men like Don Juan Demarco daddyp and she also knows what happened to him in the end.

Click this image, vote for the fair Fracas, and send this message to ALL the modern day Don Juans like Daddy Papersurfer!

Seriously.. would you rather a fair maiden who wants to entertain everyone to win, or a conniving, modern day Don Juan who would trick the poor Linky into helping him win so he can use the money to buy t-shirts that he will sell so he can buy his yacht?

The answer, seems obvious.



Dancing With The Stars – Week 5 Results

It wasn’t hard to figure out, and across the internet and television world, people predicted that Mark Cuban would leave the show this week.

And so he did.

Viewers voted and combined with the judges’ scores, Mark and Kym along with Jane and Tony were in the bottom two couples, with Monday’s show being the end of the road for Mark. Despite having a lower score, Marie and Jonathan were voted to stay, a reprieve for Marie, whose fainting spell likely sent throngs of voters to their phones and computers to make sure her health problems weren’t the reason she was eliminated. All in all, though a sad night for Mark, it seems things are happening as they should. Marie is a better dancer than Mark, and would her sluggish performance the other night have meant she was eliminated, we’d not have had a chance to see how far she could really have gone. With Mark, though he was likeable, it seems pretty clear that he had gone as far as he likely could have.

Mark wasn’t a bad guy. Likeable, and despite not being the greatest dancer, he gave it his best each week, trying to capitalize on ways he could entertain the viewers. And so he did. He gave viewers a reason to like him and a reason to root for him, but as any competition like this one is, as the going gets rough, the rough around the edges have to go.

I’m sure Mark knew all along that he would be a middle of the road elimination. There’s just no way he could keep competing at the level it’s heading towards, and so while we are sorry to see him go, we know it’s time.

I think if there was a Miss/Mr. Congeniality award in the Dancing With The Stars competition, Mark would surely be chosen for it!

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