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The things I've learned from Hilly

Monday, February 22nd, 2010

Yesterday, a friend went home. After almost a year here, Hilly is driving back to California, another chapter in her life over.

A year or two ago, I argued that you can't learn something from everyone. I think I've grown a bit as a person since then, and I'm not ashamed to admit that maybe I was wrong. (Although, nobody tell her. She'll be insufferable.) I revise my earlier opinion to say that you should always be able to take something away from your interaction with any person. And Hilly's just not any person – she's a force to be reckoned with. I'm going to miss her, and I hope that the next leg of journey gives her some of the happiness and deep deep dicking towards which she's been striving. In the meantime, all I have to remember her are the things I've learned (well, that and all the household stuff she gave me and the mattress and box spring):

  • The word "douche" is very versatile and can be used in any capacity. For example, you could say "That douchetastic douchey douchecock needs to go douche his motherdouchin' ass."
  • When you have people who are important to you, you can love them without having to defend every thing they do.
  • Life is America.
  • It takes buckets of strength to live alone for the first time in many years without falling apart.
  • Splash Mountain should be ridden over and over again.
  • There is a right way and a wrong way to take a photo of yourself.
  • The sound of a vibrator will bring your cat running.
  • There's no such thing as too far to drive for a good sandwich.
  • You can be almost 40 and have the heart and soul of a 20 year old.
  • Everything in California is more awesome than anything in shitty Florida. (Except the economy and earthquakes, but shhhh. Oh, and of course, me and Britt and Faiqa.)
  • You know it's funny when someone snorts.

Bye @Snackiepoo

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

We'll miss you!

Get on the Hilly Train

Sunday, February 7th, 2010

Today's a tough day for a friend because it's the anniversary of her wedding to her ex-husband. In addition, she's been in a period of transition recently, packing up her belongings to move back to California after spending some time here in Florida. It's understandable that today will bring up sad memories for Hilly, but I think we can do something to change that.

Let's declare today, February 7th, "Hilly Love Day", and everybody take a second out of your busy Sunday schedule to do one or more of the following:

  1. Leave a comment on this post
  2. Post on her Facebook wall
  3. Send her a tweet
  4. If you have her cell number, send her a text.

What should you say? How about "Happy Hilly Love Day!" or "Hilly is awesome" or "I PPH Hilly" or "Hilly makes me feel funny in my pants". Any of these ideas, or anything you can think of on your own, is acceptable.

Let's spread the love and give Hilly something positive to think of on next February 7th!

(Oh, and while you're leaving positive, happy messages, today is the birthday of Jessica, aka Black Belt Mama! Happy birthday, Jessica!)

Have you been naughty or nice?

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

It's almost Christmas, and Santa has been checking his list, trying to see who's getting coal and who's not. It's also time to steal a page from Snackie's book, and open up the comments for HOLIDAY CONFESSIONS!

Did you ever steal someone's present? Have you regifted? Have you ever masturbated into the punch at the company party?

You can confess whatever holiday-related (or not) sin you want, no matter how small or how momentous. Confess something that you'd never post on your own blog – you don't have to worry about your readers seeing it here. Confess something that you've just wanted to get off of your chest. Confess something that you don't really care about. If you want to leave your comment anonymously, make sure to change your email address, too, so that Gravatar doesn't pick up your avatar.

I'll start:

Confession #1: I have, on occasion, given presents to people that increased in value depending on how much I liked them.

Confession #2: One year, I, along with a few friends, roamed our neighborhood and the neighborhood next to ours and pulled out a few random bulbs on people's lights, causing all their lights to go out, stole candy canes or lighted bulbs that lined their walkways, and broke the floating lit up Christmas trees in the lake. I feel bad every time I think about it.

Confession #3: I figured out that there was no Santa when I was four, and I always delighted in the fact that my brother and sister took much, much longer to figure it out.

Confession #4: I would consider converting to Judaism just for the potato latkes.

Okay, it's your turn. Let's hear it!

If a Hilly drinks and there's nobody around, is she still drunk?

Tuesday, November 17th, 2009

Hunk Drilly from Adam Avitable on Vimeo.

Last night was a belated birthday dinner for Hilly over at Liam Fitzpatrick's in Lake Mary. As I write this, she is doing shots in my game room and loudly declaring her desire to drive herself home. I have hidden her keys and may have to duct tape her into the bed in the guest room.

Happy birthday, Hilly!

So you say it's your birthday . . .

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

In the People's Republic of Blogistan, there can be only one Queen. One ruler to unite them all. One leader to decide who lives and who gets to eat cupcakes. And that person is the one, the only, Hilly.

Snackiepoo, Queen of the PRB

Snackiepoo, Queen of the PRB

Today, she turns the magical age of 38. That means that tonight she gets to go out, pick up two 19-year old hunks, and have them work her over twice. It's her right.

In honor of this splendiferous occasion, here are 38 things that are so awesome that they should be renamed Hilly:

  1. Cupcakes
  2. Ryan Reynolds
  3. True Blood
  4. Splash Mountain
  5. Orgasms
  6. Kittens
  7. Tori Amos
  8. The Earl of Sandwich
  9. California
  10. A Hemi
  11. Movie Friday
  12. Trader Joe's
  13. Tom Welling
  14. Hawaiian Punch and Rum
  15. Mimi's
  16. No Humidity
  17. Sunset on the Beach
  18. Time with Friends
  19. Fitting into Smaller Jeans
  20. Smiles
  21. Alone without Loneliness
  22. Home
  23. A Good Walk
  24. Lots of Comments on your Birthday
  25. Making Out
  26. Not Being 40
  27. Skipping When You Walk
  28. Ice Cream
  29. Waking Up Each Morning
  30. Presents
  31. That Ding Sound Tweetdeck Makes
  32. Ninjas
  33. Puppies
  34. A Good Laugh and a Snort
  35. A Hot Bath
  36. Filet Mignon
  37. Snow and a Fire in the Fireplace
  38. 24 Night

Happy birthday, Hilly. Everybody, go leave Hilly a comment so she can get at least 38 comments for her 38th birthday, or maybe even 76!

Why you should buy Miss Britt a drink at #BlogHer

Monday, July 13th, 2009

This is what happens after two drinks at Parliament House between Britt and Hilly:

Why you should buy Britt a drink at BlogHer from Adam Avitable on Vimeo.

My conversation with Stephen Hawking

Tuesday, April 21st, 2009

As I write this post tonight, Stephen Hawking has been rushed to the hospital and is gravely ill. And unlike last time, when I waited until after death to have a(n imagined) conversation with Caylee Anthony, I thought I should have a conversation with the famous 67-year old physicist before his imminent demise.

Me: Hi Steve-o. Can I call you Steve-o?

SH: I would prefer not.

Me: Stevey?

SH: Mr. Hawking is fine.

Me: Sheesh. You know, for a cripple, you're cranky. Isn't your type supposed to be jolly?

SH: That's fat people you're thinking of, lard ass.

Me: Fine, fine. I'd punch you in the stupid face, but I don't want to catch whatever it is you have. Let's get to the interview. So you wrote "A Wrinkle In Time"?

SH: No, you brain-dead moron. That book was written by Madeleine L'Engle.

Me: "Back to the Future?"

SH: That starred Michael J. Fox, you twit.

Me: "Time after Time?"

SH: That, bearded imbecile, was written and performed by Cyndi Lauper.

Me: So who the fuck are you then?

SH: I am a theoretical physicist who wrote "A Brief History of Time."

Me: Oh. So you know physics and shit?

SH: I definitely know physics and shit. In fact, I've forgotten more about physics in the last three seconds than you'll ever learn in your pathetic inconsequential life.

Me: Can you answer me a question?

SH: Isn't that the point of this infantile interview?

Me: Like, if Superman and Lois Lane fucked, wouldn't his sperm shoot right through her and kill her immediately?

SH: The probability of someone with the powers of the fictional character Superman actually existing are nigh impossible. His very abilities contradict any ability he'd have to interact with humanity on any basis.

Me: Huh?

SH: Sigh. Yes, she would become Swiss cheese.

Me: I thought so!

SH: Do you have any more enlightened, fascinating questions?

Me: Nope! Want to thumb wrestle?

SH: Bring it on, fat boy.


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In other Avita-news, Britt is throwing Hilly a housewarming party! As some of you know, Hilly moved across country from California to Florida and now lives about thirty seconds away from Britt, ten minutes away from Faiqa, and twenty minutes away from me. Even though this clearly shows who she loves the most and who she loves the least, I'm still extremely excited that she's here.

Since the blogging world can't all come down to Orlando or fit in Hilly's new house, Britt is hosting a virtual housewarming party over at her blog. Go on over, leave Hilly a housewarming comment, or even use her Amazon.com Wish List to buy her a present!

Nobody expects the Snackiepoo Inquisition

Sunday, January 11th, 2009

As part of that whole interview meme, I was asked 5 questions by Hilly. I still have another 20 or so people to whom I need to send interview questions, so be patient. I'm working on it, fuckers.

As a result, I'm not going to invite commenters to request an interview. Instead, use the comments to answer the five questions that I'm answering. I'm interested in what you have to say. No, really. I am!

Hilly asks:

1.) What is the one thing that a blogger can do to really annoy you?

One thing? There are so many things that bloggers do that annoy me to no end. Let's see. I get annoyed if a blogger's name is "KIDNAME'S Mom", because it really says to me that you don't have your own identity or personality. Not that I have a lot of "Tyler's Mom" and "Shithead's Mom" bloggers who read me, but it frustrates me even when I see it on other blogs.

I get annoyed by passive aggressive bloggers who whine and lie and just use their blog as a way to get people to tell them nice things. Those types of people annoy me in real life, too.

I hate when bloggers have so many nicknames for all of their family members and kids and husband/wife and then they use the initials for them. You know what? I don't give a fuck if JT and QU were fighting and then DH farted and you just had to call PSFK to tell her, but she was already talking to CKSKR! That means absolutely nothing to me, and I might stop reading your blog now.

I am annoyed by bloggers who have a sponsored post as every other post, or who have ads in the feedreader, or who have an abbreviated feed or post a ton of pictures but have this need to hide their face or post something goofy in its place or do weekly things like haiku or HNT or lists or memes . . ..

Hoo boy. This is a post all on its own!

2.) Even though I HATE this phrase, do you consider yourself an "A List Blogger" or do you see it a different way?

I see blogging in tiers, but not like "A-List" or anything like that. There are Big Bloggers, Medium Bloggers, Small Bloggers, and Tiny Bloggers. Obviously, the Big Bloggers are people like Heather Armstrong (who I heard from a friend of a friend likes to have sex with a horse and then saves the horse jizz to put in things she bakes for her family), but she's the biggest of the big. There are plenty of big bloggers who get a ton of traffic, a lot of readers and commenters, and never seem to have time to actually ever show up and comment on anyone else's blog. That just seems to defeat the purpose of blogging being fun because you're part of a big community. If I ever reach that level, I hope I'm able to still read the blogs that I like.

I'd consider myself a Medium Blogger. Large enough to have an audience of some size but small enough to still be a drop in the bucket of the Internet.

3.) If you did not work for yourself, what kind of job would you like to have?

I cannot imagine ever working for anyone else, so any job that I would like to have would have to be working for myself. However, rather than the business that I'm in (selling razor-sharp glass dildos to masochistic fetishists), I would love to own a small independent movie theater/comic book store/cafe combo. That would be heaven.

4.) If I dared you to talk dirty to me, could you do it? Why or why not?

Ooh, baby, I want to insert my penis gently into your vagina and then retract it and insert it again and repeat that for several times until I ejaculate.

How's that for dirty talk? I just find the whole concept demeaning and have no interest in it. I put women on pedestals and the concept of dirty talk just seems to chip away at that pedestal, even if it's something that the woman likes or wants. I can't help it.

5.) How many folders do you have in Google Reader and what are their labels?

I have a ton of folders. Here's what I have now:

1. Must reads
2. 2nd Tier
3. Read if Time Available
4. Nice people with sucky blogs
5. New commenters to check out
6. People I Hate
7. Celebrity Blogs
8. Photo Blogs

I read the Must Reads almost every single day. I almost always manage to read the 2nd Tier blogs, and on days when I have time, I read the "RITA" blogs. The nice people with sucky blogs are people that I like personally but don't really find their blogs interesting, so I try to read them to see how their life is going, but I don't always have time for them. I add all commenters to my feedreader to the New Commenters folder and as I read them, I decide where to stick them. Finally, the People I Hate folder is for the people I hate but still want to see what stupid shit they're spewing. I have about 12 blogs in there.

What are your answers to these questions?

Most important day in American history

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

I'll return tomorrow with photos of props and hopefully the professional photos.

Today is an important day.

It's one that people have been waiting for, maybe for their whole lives.

Today is a day when the people get to stand up, and in one voice, say:

"Happy birthday, Hilly!"