Aunt Becky Slaps A Geek

I’ve been looking at site designs since January, which in Aunt Becky terms, is like a lifetime ago. I’m not a site design person. I don’t like to design sites. Frankly, I could do without ever having to do anything but write for my blogs because the minute you start yammering about “php” and “linux” and “code” I’m suddenly interested in chewing off my fingers.

But since I’ve been blogging since Jesus rode to school on a dinosaur and I waited until January to learn about site design, I’d say that’s kind of a win.

Since then, though, I cannot tell you how many sites I’ve looked at. I’ve carefully looked at probably eleventy-billion templates, no doubt infecting my computer with numerous viruses trying to find the one that shouted, “HEY, AUNT BECKY, YOU CAN CUSTOMIZE THE SHIT OUT OF ME.”

(cue Bevis-like laughter)

One of my favorite places to find excellent WordPress themes is Smashing Magazine. I’ve tried out a lot of their themes. Some are good, some are broken, some are fucking amazing. (this is not one of them. Neither is Mommy Wants Vodka).

But I’m in the middle of designing a new site and I needed a new template. Turning to my favorite online magazine, I found one that I liked very much:

It was like a party in my motherfucking pants, I was so excited. See, I hate designing shit. It makes me want to stab people in the neck because I suck at it.

So after my victory dance around the living room, I sat back down to look at the site (read: surf porn). Eventually I got to the footer (area at the bottom of the blog) area.

It had some ads in for some third party vendors, like FREE ONLINE POKER and BEST TRAVEL DEALS.

And Your Aunt Becky was all, oh haaail no. Because, no. You’re not advertising for your shitty ass crap on my blog without my express permission and without the site OWNER (i.e. ME) getting to decide what to do with the proceeds of the ads (this would be going to charity).

That’s fucking BULLSHIT.

So I figured that I’d have Dave do some editing of the theme when he got home because that’s what nerds do: they edit code out of stuff because they’re magical gnomey people that fix the shit I break. And remove bullshit ads from the footer areas of blogs!

Then I went and ate a magically delicious Uncrustables and worked (read: surfed more porn. The Internet has a LOT of porn.).

Eventually, The Daver got home and asked me why I’d called him 37 times about the footer area of my blog. I dragged him to the computer and he took a look while I went into the other room to play Bejeweled because I don’t enjoy anything about “coding” unless it’s the genetic code, and this was not.

Then he started swearing. My ears perked up with interest and I dashed into the room, because Dave gets annoyed a lot, but he gets really fucking mad once every 2-3 years. (I get really fucking mad every 2-3 hours)

Turns out, that the people who designed the Obscure WordPress Theme, WP-Crunchy, have secured their ADS under a Creative Commons License.

You can PAY $35 to have the footer ads removed (ads, not for WP-Crunchy design, which I would expect, but for FREE ONLINE POKER). Ads, of course, that are not chosen BY you or FOR you, but by the SITE people.

Pranksters, that’s bullshit.

Creative Commons licenses are intended to protect US, the people who write their words, put their art, their STUFF online. I understand why he’d want credit for his template. I’d be more than happy to sing the praises of a template designer. But not by giving a third party advertiser free real estate on my fucking blog. I’d pay $35 for a template, but not to have you take off the ads.

Especially not under a good-faith license designed to protect our work. That’s a sneaky way to make a quick buck and it makes me Furious fucking George.

So here’s a Mushroom Print JUST FOR YOU, WP-Crunchy for being a total assbag. Charge for your fucking templates like everyone else.

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Boo Freakin’ Hoo For You

It was nice of you to send a text tonight since it has been 3 months since we last heard from you.

It would have been a nicer text if it had said ‘I’m sorry for attacking you from behind in my drunken stupor.’ OR ‘Sorry I broke your ankle causing you surgery and a painful recovery.’ OR ‘Sorry you have missed 3 months worth of work because I am a drunk a#$hole.

But no, instead this:

I’m not sure what’s up but I was going to send pictures of my son to you but I don’t feel we are family anymore so OK not going to not that anymore. We are doing fine so that’s that. Hope You Guy’s are good but this will be my last text to all of You good bye And have a nice life :’(

I would like to respond with this: Good riddance you enormous douche bag. Sorry we didn’t get you a baby gift but we are kind of swamped with MEDICAL BILLS RIGHT NOW!

Instead, here’s a mushroom print for you.

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I am his REAL mother!

Dear Parents of MY son,

You decided I would raise your son because I was married to his father.  I grew to love him and he is my son now.  I raised him and my other children mostly by myself.  I went to doctor appointments and school conferences and school plays.

I am the one who got the Christmas and Mother’s Day presents that were glued together with so much love and care. When his dad left for Iraq for over a year you still thought that *I* was the best parent for him.

That is until his father and I got divorced.

That is when the 2 of you decided that the place for him was with a *real* parent.  WTF!  I’m his real parent. Not you.

Giving birth to someone does not neccessarily make you a fit parent.  I sat up with him through the night with fevers and ear infections.  I was Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. He called me MOM!  You took my son from me and I was devastated. So were his brother and sister, by the way.

I dealt, I really didn’t have much choice, I have no legal rights to this boy who grew inside my heart.  For a year you tossed him around and back and forth.

Then you decide once again that I am the best place for him and I get my boy back.  I was elated! I love him so much.  I am more than happy to have  him back.

You told me you would help out financially or whatever any way you could since he is your responsibility and not mine (your words, not mine)  Fine. Not holding my breath.

When I called and said he needed school clothes and you threw a fit about spending some money on him shouldve been my first clue. But what you told me when he needed new shoes…

I realize that he shouldn’t have ripped his shoes apart because there was a little tear in them, but he did. Kids do stuff like that.  So I called you just to let you know.  You are his *real* parents after all.  But your response? You told me that while you have do a pair of shoes for him, you but aren’t going to give them to him because they are too expensive……

OMG are you serious!  YOUR KID HAS NO SHOES!  I know you’re broke, so am I.  I have a family to raise. But don’t worry I will clothe MY son and buy him what he needs cause I am his REAL parent.

And nothing you say will ever change my mind.  He chose to live with me and not you.  He will ALWAYS have a home here and he knows he is wanted and loved.  And just so you know for THAT for being such  shitty parents I say you deserve a giant ass mushroom print!

However I do feel the need to also thank you for giving me such a wonderful boy to raise.  I love him so very much.

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