For the ladies on Facebook: How would you like to become a Busty Superhero Chick?

Yesterday on Facebook, thanks to one of my female readers, I got an inspiration to create a topic for my first photo album there: It will contain recruits to the ranks of Busty Superhero Chicks!

Here's the requirements for joining the Busty Superhero Chicks:

1.) Must be female. (sorry fellas. I'll see what I can come up with for you)
2.) Must have a superpower (make one up if you don't have one)
3.) Must have big boobs (you can - ahem - "pad up" if necessary; just look convincing in your pic!)
4.) Must have the urge to serve the common good and have an overwhelming desire to seriously kick the asses of supervillains.
5.) Must come up with a superhero name. If you want help coming up with a name, ask the rest of us and we'll bat around a few ideas.
6.) Must be on Facebook (because the photo album will be there), and one of my "friends".

If you pass the initial test, then you will join the ranks of Busty Superhero Chicks and be given a (imaginary) book of smiley face stickers to stick on your boob. Once in our esteemed ranks, you will be asked to make a pic of yourself striking a superhero pose and sporting the smiley face sticker on your boob. The costume is optional, but could be a fun thing for you to do. Just make sure that whatever outfit you wear, you show enough cleavage to see the sticker. For placement suggestions, here's where I put mine:











Note that it doesn't matter which boob you put the smiley face sticker on. Also, if you are an Adobe Photoshop wizard, you can fabricate one instead. Just make sure it looks real!

You will know you have arrived in the esteemed ranks of the BSCs when you see your smiling mug in my photo album! You will then be free to brag about it to your friends! :-D

Soon, I hope the ranks of the Busty Superhero Chicks swell like a sponge thrown in a lake! If you know of any other ladies who might be interested, let them know about this blog and my Facebook page.

We'll see just how far we can take this! Maybe it will become one of those Internet meme phenomenons that we often hear about! Wouldn't THAT be cool! LOL

I'll keep you all updated on this.

I'm finally on Facebook!

Hey, gang!

I'm now on Facebook, and I already had 5 friends waiting for me! Right now, I have very little on it, but I'll add to it later. Just wanted to let you know that I was on it. I'll keep you updated.

Hooters! (the restaurant, of course!)

I was going to do comics talk today, but a newspaper article appeared today that made me think that now is as good a time as any to bring up what might become a regular recurring topic on this blog, and that's the discussion of boobs in our society. In short, from time to time I will link stories about our societal fascination with women's boobs.

Please note that while you are free to send articles on boobs to me, do not send porn! That is NOT what I am trying to discuss with this topic! If you send such links of porn to me, not only will I delete your comment, I will also ban you if you do it again! That's how serious I am! I hope we have an understanding about this, because I don't want to ban anyone.

As an example of the kinds of articles on boobs I am talking about, one is posted below:

Read this article: Move over, Hooters: New Restaurants moving in on the market

Now here is a comment on that article. See what you think of what this person says:

These companies and men are so smart. Wow!!! Who would have thought that you could appeal to men with sex? They are so creative! Let’s see, they figured out if you appeal to people's weaknesses and desires you'll make money...and lots of it. All by themselves? We are a self-indulgent, fiscally irresponsible society that puts profit above principle, self before neighbor. People naturally want more than they deserve and things they don't need. Can we say, "Financial Crisis, Obesity, and Drug/Alcohol Abuse?" Lesson -- If you zero in on the weaknesses, vices, and desires of others you can make $MONEY$. Duh!! When people prey on others for their own personal gain we call them pimps, dealers, predators and thieves. Just because what they do is legal, doesn't make it right! When did right become so wrong? Ethics, Moral Character and Values -- they just don't sell! Ever hear of Hobby Lobby, Interstate Batteries or Chick-fil-a? Profit isn't bad; it's what you're giving up to get it

So - what do you think? Agree? Disagree?

Before I continue, I'll see what you all have to say.

A day in a dog's and cat's life

From an e-mail I was sent. I thought it was so cute that I'd post it here. Enjoy!

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Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9 :30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

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Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary. ..
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................

My congratulations to President Obama

Some people I know in real life thought that I could never get the words "President Obama" past my lips. I told them, "Why not?".

Granted, I didn't vote for him because he holds views that I am totally opposed to, but he won the election, and because of that, he is technically now my boss because the Dept. of Superhuman Studies is a branch of the U.S. government.

President Obama.

See? I can say it.

I can honestly say that I wish him well and that I will pray that he leads this nation to better and better things. There are some of his views that I will oppose if they come up, of course, but if he needs my services as a superhero, I'll certainly come do what I can. I am professional enough to separate my duty as an American and my personal opinions of the man.

Give me some credit for professionalism! :-D

And because I know someone out there in particular is wondering this, then I'll say it here: I still want the day that I say "President Palin" to come to pass. Now that's a president I can support!

Q&A: Am I really a busty superhero chick?

I responded to the above question in a comment of a previous blog entry, but I thought I'd go ahead and address it here as well, since it's been asked before.

In order for you to get the kind of enjoyment out of my blog that I intend, you will have to engage a "suspension of disbelief" when reading it. If you have to question my authenticity, then you're probably better off moving on to another blog. I am only bringing up this issue here in case more questions like it come up. This is also to let you know that if other such comments come my way, I won't publish them - so please don't waste your time.

For the record, I am female, but I won't prove it. Either you accept it, or move on to another blog. This will be the only time I will address this, because I want you all to get back to enjoying this blog in the manner for which I intend. To try to disrupt the suspension of disbelief will only take away the enjoyment that I want others to get from this.

I hope this takes care of this matter. In any case, I won't address it again.

Spiderman/Obama book sells like hotcakes

How could I have missed this story about the Obama/Spiderman team-up? Where has my head been in recent days - in the clouds? :-O (that could literally be true, you know!)

Superhero registry!

Hehe! Check this out! It's a superhero registry! No, I'm not on it, in case you're wondering - but I might pass on this bit of info to the folks at the ol' Department of Superhuman Studies just in case any of them are legit. ;-)

MySpace or Facebook?

Over the weekend, I discussed with the boss whether I should have a MySpace page or a Facebook page. Yes, I could do both, but I want to concentrate on one for now and do the other later. My question is, which should I go with first?

Facebook, while more user-friendly than MySpace, looks to be kinda limited. MySpace, in the meantime, seems to allow for a lot of graphics as well as music in the background, but it looks less orderly than Facebook, as well as being less user-friendly. The boss can help me with Facebook, but he's not familiar with MySpace.

So should we go with what he knows (Facebook) just so that I will have some sort of page up on a social site, or should he try learning MySpace? What do you folks think?

Q&A: Funny question! Do I sleep?

A question posed to me made me laugh! Do I sleep? Do I *need* to sleep?

The answer: Yes! I'm not a perpetual motion machine who can go on and on and on like the Energizer Bunny! Granted, it takes me longer to tire out than the average human person, but I can tire out. This happens mainly when I'm taking on many supers at once - especially super strength ones, as they can take a beating and keep on going. And since the average super strength dude is stronger than the average super strength woman, it takes more on my part to finally bring them down (as well as some trickery and strategy)

After such a battle, I need rest. I also need to eat. A lot. A body like mine needs a lot of fuel to keep it powered up. My healing power is especially energy intensive. After a good nap, I'm good to go back into battle if necessary. And if the battle was especially vicious, then I need to sleep a few hours, which is sometimes not easy to do if I'm aching all over.

One last thing about my healing power: it's not like Marvel Comics' Wolverine's healing power, in which he heals instantaneously after even serious injuries. My power is a little slower than that, so if I have something like deep wounds or stress fractures in my bones, I feel it! That's why sometimes I have a difficult time going to sleep until my healing power has healed me enough where I can finally drift off to sleep. And believe me, I welcome the trip to Slumberland in such times!

In short, I am not invulnerable, and I do need to sleep just like anyone else.

So how many blog rolls am I on?

Okay gang, stand up and be counted! How many of you have me on your blog rolls? Let me know by using a comment, and provide a link to your blog in that comment so that I can create a blog roll of my own. It's the least I can do for the free publicity that you are giving me!

Happy New Year!

Just a quick note to wish you all a Happy New Year!

Boy, the past year went by fast!