And Call Me Sugarpants

I hate to sound whiny. KIDDING! I love it. I do it so well that I hate to give it up. Seriously, here’s the thing. This is getting into like old-fashioned, self-serving, navel-contemplating blogging territory. Just so you know.

I make really bad graphics for this blog. Actually, the ones I made for my old blog were waaaay worse. I like to think of them as kitschy. The mascot for my old blog was a flatulent feline named either Gass Purr or Lucy Furr. Can’t remember what we went with. I am NOT a graphics person. Not an artist. But blogging is visual. How many times do you click on a link without a graphic? I’m guessing very few because you probably think it’s Russian spam. Graphics are important, and that’s why I spend a few minutes here and there making talking birds and gassy kittens and like such.

I started doing a feature here called Today’s Mood. It’s mainly for when I can’t or don’t want to write a full post, but have something to get off my chest. Usually the Mood posts are just graphics. I try to be good when collecting elements to use. People work hard to make Photoshop brushes, backgrounds, stock photos, and all manner of things. I can’t afford to buy a lot of images so I rely on the awesome people who let others use their work. Attribution is generally required, and I try to be good about making sure there’s a link to the elements I used. Hence, the Elements Page.  Sometimes the terms of use get confusing, so I honestly want someone to tell me if I’ve used an image I shouldn’t have or failed to give correct attribution. People who make free-use art are AMAZING. I once had a very kind photographer WRITE TO ME to thank me for using a stock image of hers. Those are the kind of people who give their hard work out. They’re people who have never met you, but take the time to contact you for using their work.  That’s what I love about all this internets web stuff.

Yeah, so this horse you rode in on thing. Wrote about it already, but then I got to Googling. Bad, bad, bad mistake.

If you need to catch up, read this. I made a graphic, people shared it, I got screwed. Fortunately, it’s not as bad as what’s happening to The Oatmeal. Not fortunate for him, obviously. And, just to digress a second. If you’re not reading The Oatmeal, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. You probably also need more grain alcohol in your life. Anyway, his work was posted to another site without attribution. When Matt Inman (creator of The Oatmeal) gently pointed out to this particular website that he’d really like credit for his own work, dude turned around and sued him. And don’t confuse the pronouns here. The douche who posted Inman’s work without attribution sued Inman. Yeah. Kuh-ray-zee. I am not dependent on this blog for a living because I made very wise investments in a company that produces those totally worthless worth it lubricating strips on razors. I don’t like to brag about it, but I am so independently wealthy I have a butler whose only job is to open my bathroom door. Were I dependent on this blog for money, not only would I be screwed since I can’t imagine who would be crazy enough to advertise here (Sutter Home? Call me!), but I’ve had some graphics ripped off so no paysies there.

A graphic I made using some vintage clip art from Tack-O-Rama (stuff I actually BOUGHT, y’all) went viral. And no credit was given to me or the blog. I love that it’s getting shared. Love it. I would also love for people to read the blog. When the graphic gets shared without a link back to Yeah And Another Thing, people don’t come say hello and how else am I going to get any validation? HUH? Like the (closet) optimist  I am, I sent a few messages to a few websites saying, hey. Listen, y’all.  I’d love for you to keep the graphic up, but do you mind linking back to me? Then I looked on Pinterest and that was just depressing. It’s all up on there. Then I did an actual image search and had to take to my fainting couch.

I don’t want to come off like a bitch here. I would really love for people to share the graphic, but I’d really love that they do it in a way that credit is given. This is why I think my next stop is to delete my Pinterest account. Yeah, I’m getting militant.  I try to make sure the images on Pinterest actually link to something, but now I’m concerned they aren’t being linked to the correct something. I know several friends and readers have spoken up to say where the original image came from, and I really appreciate it. I have since gone back, visibly watermarked the image, and strengthened the digital mark, but it’s like closing the barn door after the elephant has smashed the grapes. Whatever. I didn’t grow up in the country. Metadata gets overwritten, some people are dillweeds, and stuff happens.

If you come across the graphic–and one website referred to it as a meme–and you are so inclined, make a polite little comment noting where the original image came from. I would appreciate it, and I hope I never have to return the favor. I would say I’ll never make a graphic again, but I’ll probably just never make one again that anyone is interested in.

Also, and this isn’t so much related, I’d like to be called Sugarpants now. Update your contacts and whatnot.

Air Conditioned Shoes

Have I mentioned I have to go to New Orleans this week? I do. I’m going with my in-laws ’cause I’m just that awesome. I grew up close enough to New Orleans to make a day trip of it, but I haven’t been down there in many, many years and I’m looking forward to seeing the city again. If you’ve been in a blind panic about why I haven’t been posting–and OF COURSE you have–it’s because I’ve been looking for shoes.

You might be a lady who likes to shop for shoes. Bless you. Not only do I hate shopping for shoes, I’m not particularly fond of wearing them either. I’ve mentioned that in an open letter to shoes I wrote last fall. A letter shoes did not, cowards that they are, acknowledge. I have flat kite-shaped feet disfigured from many years of working in retail hell. If you are having a particularly PMS-y day and have decided you are hideous, let me know and I’ll send you a picture of my feet. Wait, I’m not going to do that because they’ll just end up on some weird fetish website. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’m stopping here because I’ve hit a slippery slope and it’s hard to navigate barefoot.

I told you a while ago I got these awesome walking shoes. Yes, they are awful, but really comfortable.  Thing is, I don’t so much wear shorts, but I often wear cropped pants as I believe you should only have to look at my pasty white legs on days it’s just too damn hot to care. Lace-up shoes with cropped pants just say I’VE GIVEN UP!  WHERE’S THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY? Much like my pasty white legs, now that I think about it. No, crops and shoes with which you must wear socks should only be worn if your elementary school is having a 50’s day. Or if you’re 80 or older. Because when I hit 80, you bet your sweet bippy I’ll wear whatever I damn well please. That, as it happens, will involve caftans and turbans AND I DARE YOU TO MOCK ME.

Shoe shopping was a three day event. I had to stop for restorative beer and ice cream several times. I finally ended up with a raging hangover and a pair of shoes so hideous that they are cool. That’s what the dude at the outdoors store told me, and I believe him because on his off days he climbs stuff. Climbing stuff is cool.  Upon discovering that the forecast for New Orleans is not just a tropical storm but also record heat, I’ve decided I do not give one fine rat’s ass what I look like. I’ll look like the poster child for the Ugly American Tourist if it’s comfortable. I just heard from a friend who is down there right now and she told me not to pack clothes. It’s just that hot. Another friend told me to take a spritz bottle of water, but I’m afraid it will boil in my purse. What I really want to do is lock myself in an air conditioned hotel room, drink white wine, and read. But that’s pretty much what I want to do all the time, so I don’t know that I can make a vacation of it. (I can make a vacation of it.)

I’m going to try to post at least some pictures while I’m gone, but I’m sure I’ll be quite busy being fabulous in my air conditioned shoes.

That Time George Takei Linked To My Picture

You know that feeling of cognitive dissonance? Your eyes and your brain are at war with each other. In my case, when that happens, the feeling is very similar to the one I get when I think I sent an email to the wrong person. I’ve had that feeling a couple of times in regards to the blog. Once was when I found out Jezebel linked to one of my pieces and I didn’t find out for about three months because I am the worst.

I had that same feeling today. I subscribe to George Takei’s feed on Facebook because he cracks me the hell up. So I see a picture I made posted to his Facebook page. I haven’t checked Pinterest yet, but the same stuff tends to get posted there as well. Uh, yeah. A picture I made for a Today’s Mood was posted by George Takei. (MR. SULU, PEOPLE!) Or really his Facebook Minions, I suppose. I’d like to have Facebook Minions. Hell, I’d settle for generic minions.

Anyway, at this point it’s been shared 3,978 15,092 times. Which is awesome. And I’d just like to put out there that it came from this blog. Because drinking as much as I have to in order to keep this puppy rolling is not easy, and I’d like a little credit. Also, I’d eventually like to monetize this bitch so I can hire a laundry minion. That doesn’t really have much to do with the issue at hand, I just wanted to get that out there. I get how the internetz work. You put it out there, it gets stolen.  I would like to start a movement so that everyone who reads this goes to his page and posts the link to my blog, but I am nothing if not apathetic.

Just remember, if you read this blog, you saw it here first.

Note: You can find the elements I use for graphics here. The clip art used here is from Tack-O-Rama.