Sickening and Horrifying

Be Strong, Bitchez!

Now, all you bitchez,

BOW to your QUEEN --

What Hell Is Really Like

About a year ago, I did a post on

What Heaven Is Really Like

(click here if interested).

So I must give Equal Time to the Other Place.

Visual LOLs and the Six Chip Twat

And now, as promised,

"The Six Chip Twat" --

dickslapthestate:

scope-dogg:

thelazyaesthetic:

ayeforscotland:

This is the funniest tweet I’ve ever seen.

Dude, you can’t just post this without showing what that guy casually described as “a plate of fish and chips"

How much of a twat do you have to be to have fish and chips that looks like this

Six chip twat 

Thoughts For The Fourth Of July

Happy Independence Day

To All True Patriots

This Post Is For Mike

Every Thursday, blogging buddy Mike of

Billions of Versions of Normal (found here)

does a post called "Thursday Trees."

I always enjoy his collections of tree photos,

so here's my contribution!

From the "Drawing Australia" course

I took recently, this is an Australian gum tree

being encircled by a strangler fig.

Let's pretend it's just a warm hug, okay?

I'm sure the gum tree will be fine! 

As usual, I did this freehand using

HB, 2B, 4B and 6B pencils.

[Art & photo of art © Debra She Who Seeks, 2025]

Mad Drip and Hockey Sticks

Recently, thanks to blogging buddy Mitchell of Moving with Mitchell, I learned a new-to-me Gen Z slang term -- "mad drip" which means "excellent [fashion] style" apparently. Mitchell posted an old photo of himself and his sister Dale wearing the latest 1959 fashions (see it here). In my comment, I said --

Yes, you and Dale had mad drip indeed! I see Dale was wearing white bobby socks and black patent leather Mary Janes that were de rigueur at the time. When my Mom dressed pre-schooler me for Sunday School, I wore those too with a similarly puffy-skirted dress — but mine was pink, I’ll have you know, as befitted girls. Hahahahaha! I should do a post with a couple of incriminating photos of me in girly-girl drag.

So here's those incriminating photos now.

The date stamp on the photo's border says "FEB 60" but clearly that is NOT February-in-Canada weather, lol. The date stamp references when the photo was developed, not when it was taken, which must have been in the summer of 1959. So I was two years old.

I suspect this photo was taken a year or two later when I was three or four. Different dress but the shoes look the same. Given how fast kids grow, though, they must have been different ones. Probably the last time I wore a crinoline too. I remember putting up a huge fight against those damn scratchy things and refusing to ever wear one again.

Left to my own devices, this next photo shows what I preferred to wear. The cowboy hat was my brother's and usually I also wore his gun holster set of toy six-shooters, but my mother must have prevailed to leave those out of the snap that day.

Now, what's all this about hockey sticks?

See the white picket fence in the first photo and the white trellis in the second? They were both made from the shafts of broken hockey sticks. At that time, my father worked for Municipal Services in the town in which we lived. One of his duties was to work at the municipal ice rink in the winter. A lot of hockey sticks got (and still get) broken by players during games. In those days, sticks were real wood, not fibreglass or carbon fibre like today. My father got permission to take the now-discarded broken sticks home. He trimmed them into various lengths, sanded them, painted them white, and made them into our picket fences and trellises. He was imaginative and talented with carpentry skills that way.

It's Canada Day Today!

As a general rule, Canadian patriotism tends to be pretty quiet and introverted. But when I was young, there was a real upsurge of Canadian patriotism in the 1960s (the decade of our new flag and our Centennial year) and in the 1970s-80s (when Canadian culture enjoyed a renaissance in music, art, TV and films). Then the sentiment largely simmered down again and was confined to celebrating Canada Day once a year.

Oh yes, there was that beer commercial in 2000 which featured the now-classic "I Am Canadian Rant" debunking stupid stereotypes about us. Its mock-serious tone is typical Canadian humour, satirical and self-deprecating. Everyone loved that fun little ad and it was a big hit here --

And then things simmered down once more for a couple of decades. Until Trump's Tariff War and his "51st state" rhetoric this year. THAT got us all worked up again, so the same actor was brought back to do a NEW RANT on our behalf. This one has a bit more of a pissed-off edge to it, but is still pretty funny --

And whatever you do, watch out for that Shawinigan Handshake, eh? Canadians can surprise you when you least expect it.

Onwards and Upwards!

Well, this concludes another She Who Seeks blogfest for

TRANSLESBIGAYAPALOOZA

Thanks to everyone who participated!

Your positive and perceptive comments

were much appreciated!

In the no-doubt-difficult months to come

as our community continues to be under attack, remember --

Remember our history

and where we come from --

Don't lose heart --

To our supportive friends, family and other allies --

your open and vocal support of our community

will be more important than ever,

so please continue to be loud and proud allies!