Just A Reminder

If you are on Pinterest, all of the images here on FitC can instantly be pinned, thanks to the handy-dandy Share/Save button directly under the Tags below each post. But! When using the images, please credit them to the original owners. Credit is currency on the Internet, especially for small blogs like this one. I try to watermark Flaneur-in-the-city.blogspot.com (ugh, I know, that name is soooo long, right? I'm working on fixing it, I swear) on each of the photos I've taken, but I also use other photos and images created by amazing graphic artists who deserve credit. Thanks and kisses!

In Which I Substitute Witty Emails For A Blog Post

Oh, man. It's like 2008 all over again, huh? Does that mean Obama will be re-elected and Sarah Palin will fade from media attention for 4 years? That'd be great.

Thanks to Jamie of Bibliophiled Away for all the witty banter, teen lit talk, and penis and hymen jokes. 

Round One

Natalie:
As I was writing this, my supervisor came by to talk to me. Whoops! Also, I'm tweeting about Cher. That's totally a thing.

Jamie:
And a special message for anyone peeking over your shoulder right now:

PENIS

I'm cruising to Asheville this weekend. And staying with my friend at the Grove Park Inn. I hope it's not a themed room. The swingin' 60's need to stay in the 60's.

I'm researching baby shower ideas on Pinterest. Surely there has to be more appetizing games than melted candy bars in diapers. For all the non-pregnant guests: take a shot any time any one mentions "baby."

Natalie:
Thank you for the very large penis. You know how I like 'em.

Tell the Grove Park Inn hello for me. I love that place. Try to stay on the haunted floor! Or at least visit and see if you can spot any ghosties. Probably the whole place is haunted, anyway, since no one has ever proven ghosts can't use stairs. No one's ever proven ghosts can't drive, either, so be sure to hide your keys.

You can eat all the poop-chocolate you want, as it's against my religion I just made up to eat out of diapers. But have fun. I'll have the booze, thanks. In fact, I may just walk in singing Justin Bieber's "Baby" for good measure.

Where In The World?

It’s been a long time and I shouldn’t have left you without a dope beat to step to. Forgive my extended absence. 

So what’s new? 

First off: Your favorite feckless flâneur found herself a job. For now. It’s a freelance in-house temp position, and I signed a contract to have my butt in a cubicle from 9-6 until May. This is a good thing, as blogging doesn’t really pay the bills. Unless those bills are attached to ducks, and those I can pay with stale bread and water. Which is what I would be stuck eating if it weren’t for my dear Mr. B providing me with vittles as I wrote for 10 cents a word for the past few months. 

Via TrueWildlife.

Now that I am getting paid to write 8 hours a day, my blogging will have to be limited to the weekends and after work. My goal is to produce content (fancy speak for writin’ lots) during my free time and schedule posts throughout the week. This hasn’t actually happened yet, but when I do, I’m sure it will work fine. Right? 

Second: If you’ve ever wanted to do a guest post for all the fame and glory that comes with free blogging for an extremely small and limited audience (that mostly consists of people Googling “David Bowie’s penis,” my friends and family -- sorry Mom! -- and like-minded lovelies) now is you big time to shine, shine like a child star on public access Saturday morning television! Come! Join me! Be a GUEST BLOGGER! 

And if all that fame and glory isn’t enough for you, I am also looking of Flâneur in the City photo submissions, since being stuck in a cubicle means I can’t run around taking pics until my heart and memory card are full. 

I have a couple of posts in the works, and my draft folder is full of stories going back to April of last year, because that’s the kind of organized and prompt individual I am. (SUPER organized and timely, that’s the kind.)

In short: I love you all, and I’ll talk to you soon.


UPDATE: Yes, the opening line is from this song. Consider it tonight's jam:

Aaliyah featuring Timbaland, "Try Again"

Indeed

Via Etsy seller Gayana, and available for purchase.

 "Happiness is a cup of coffee and a good book."

Good Advice

Nic Alderton, "How To Write A Novel."

Be sure to click the link to find out how to write a really great novel.

Friday QuoteDay

Via StudioMuti.

New life motto? Maybe!

Friday QuoteDay

Via Lily Confidential.

Friday QuoteDay

“It is incredible to me that any woman should consider the fight for full equality won. It has just begun. There is hardly a field -- economic or political -- in which the natural and accustomed policy is not to ignore women. Unless women are prepared to fight politically they must be content to be ignored politically.”

— Alice Paul, American Activist 

(1920, after 19th Amendment passed)

The Komen Kerfuffle

For those out of the loop, the Susan G. Komen Foundation has stopped supporting Planned Parenthood, an organization that provides various health care (including breast exams) to the uninsured here in the States. It's a move that is unsurprising given Komen VP Karen Handel's right-wing political leanings. I am a little late to this story, and other writers have tackled it so deftly that there is not much more I can do than highlight the best.

Here's FitC friend Matt Brunson's informative article, Susan G Komen For The Cure Foundation Turns Evil, highlighting the details and ways to help. A snippet:

SGK has decided to cut all ties to Planned Parenthood, announcing that it will no longer fund grants for breast exams. This maneuver, which hurts all women but most particularly poor ones (a favorite target of GOP politicians), was spearheaded by Rep. Cliff Stearns (R-Fla.), but Handel's fingerprints are also clearly all over this thing. This isn't the first time that SGK has stirred controversy. Some of its partnerships have raised eyebrows, specifically those with companies known for offering unhealthy products (Kentucky Fried Chicken, for one). Many have criticized its marketing hooks, such as the frivolous and, let's face it, sexist "Save the Ta-Tas" and "Save Second Base" campaigns.

Over at Savage Death Island, Twisty Faster gives a run-down with her usual wit and bite; the infantiziling and for-profit Komen has been a frequent subject, hence the title Komen Sucks, Part 47.
Ever on point:

Komen is the most visible brand in the whole cancer industrial complex. It disguises itself as some big altruistic community effort for women’s health, but it’s really just another conservative, honky organization with a misogynist political agenda. A marketing juggernaut instrumental in raking in piles of cash for and cleansing the tarnished images of its evil corporate sponsors, Komen has successfully brainwashed millions to believe that the “problem” of women’s health can be solved by licking yogurt lids.

And the sometimes-for-the-cause-of-good Internet is busy creating and hacking:

Things that can screen for breast cancer. Click to enlarge.

The official SGK site hacked to read: "Help us run over poor women on our way to the bank."

Weekly Flâneur: Silver Screen

Exterior shot of a cinema marquee at night. Click to enlarge.

Let's all go to the movies!

Phillips Place Cinema, Charlotte, N.C.

Talking With Myself

Things I have said outloud in the past 48 hours:

• Said alone, in the kitchen:

"Stop it. Just stop it. You're spaghetti. You're not that important."

Quit with the boiling and the spilling. God. Now I gotta clean that up.

• Said alone, in my office:

"Would I sleep with Bruno Mars or not? I can't decide."

He would catch a grenade for me, but he also has a bouffant.

• Said to Matt:

"Will you buy me this hat with a beard on it? It's a hat. With a beard on it.
It's the perfect disguise."

Yeah, I'm still on that. But. Seriously. Hat-Beard!

• Said alone, in the car:

"You cannot set fire to rain, Adele! That is not how rain works!"

Girl, you're British. You should know this.