STOLEN BY BITACLE II

Wow. I don't know how long this will last but so far Bitacle.org's mindless machines are busily uploading all my old posts under their republished "STOLEN BY BITACLE" headers.

Here's what's happening:

• the STOLEN BY BITACLE posts are now linking directly back to my real blog. I'm not sure if that will last but I don't object to it at present.
• The older links for posts that I have now republished show up as dead ends - 'no post found'.
• The posts I haven't touched yet from my blog are still showing up in vile Bitacle format.

Unfortunately, the 'aggregate' blog they have made from my work is still there, but it is now full of posts called 'stolen by bitacle' - so the fuckers are giving me a good laugh, anyway.

So partial success already - I'll keep you updated.

mtc

Bec

STOLEN BY BITACLE

STOLEN BY BITACLE

Get the idea?

My entire blog now appears in weird formats under awful banner and sidebar ads on Bitacle.org. I don't mind advertising the bastards this way because I have faith that some rich American lawyer will decide to take them on sooner rather than later and they will, I hope, crash and burn.

In the meantime I am gradually adding the above line to all past posts - it may not do much good because I don't know if they replace re-published pages, but here's hoping!

I will also be adding this to the top of every post until Bitacle goes away. Sorry, but I am sure you understand and it makes me feel better than pulling up the drawbridge and cutting off my feeds.

I'm interested to see whether they keep stealing the new posts with this header.

I am open to suggestions about other ways to make Bitacle appear as the thieving, dishonest, rip-off mongrel bastards that they are - please feel free to add other tag lines in your comments...

I'm thinking of the cigarette packet warnings - "DANGER - BITACLE THEFT KILLS HARD DRIVES"; "BITACLE STOLE THIS BLOG- NEXT THEY WILL STEAL YOUR UNBORN CHILD"; "BITACLE GIVES YOU GANGRENE"...

over to you, oh clever internets.

mtc
bec

STOLEN BY BITACLE Kim's meme

STOLEN BY BITACLE


Kim tagged me a, well, a while ago now. But finally, finally I am doing her meme; you might too, if you feel like it.

Here goes ...Target or Kmart?

I’m bucking the trend here and going Kmart. Target stores always seem to be dirty. Ditto Big W. Kmart may not have the best range but at least the staff seem to make an effort to pick things up off the floor.

Beef burger or chicken burger?
There is only one Burger and its name is Cow Meat.

Faux or Fur?
Neither. Or are we talking about teeth? Because I have all my own originals but they are feeling a bit furry just now…

Out of a can or out of a bottle?
Bottle when I can afford it. Otherwise Chateau Cardboard.

You did mean alcohol, right?

Hotel or tent?
Hotel. Alone. On expenses.
Once a regular occurrence.
Last experienced 2003.
Stifle sob.

Coles or BiLo?
Neither, we live in Woolies or Franklins territory and I’d go with Woolworths. Franklins is more expensive, I've discovered, but who’d think it?

Pasta or Pizza?
I have to copy Suse here and say if homemade then either, if takeaway/dining out then pizza.

Thongs or sandals?
Sandals mostly, but there is a soft spot in my heart for the enduring utility of the good old thong. And some of them now are SO pretty! SO cheap! (thongs, for non Australians, in this context mean flip-flops, jandles or any other term referring to bits of rubber attaching to your foot by means of a v-shaped strap over the arch and down next to big toe)

Backyard pool or beach?
Never had a backyard pool (although we may add one to new house) but I lived for a year or so just 100m from the beach and it was heaven.

Souvenirs or photos?
Both. There is sand from the shores of Lake Malawi in a bottle from a creek bed in Dorrigo that has travelled with me to 20 different houses in 20 years so far.

BBQ or foodcourt?
Barbie – at home, preferably.

Chocolate or Vanilla?
Vanilla. I confess, I know this seriously undermines me as both a woman and a blogger but I do not love the chocolate. Except for about three hours once a month when I desire nothing more.

Hair product or no hair product?
Product? I'm sorry, I don't speak Hairdresser.

Interesting.
Cats or dogs? Both – but on my terms.

Organised tour or do it yourself?
DIY. Book one night ahead. Stay longer if it looks nice.
That said, my only organised tour ever was a month in China with 25 geriatrics. Huge fun.

Home cooked or home delivered?
Is it Friday? Delivery. Every other night: home made.Coffee or tea? Coffee. But am developing a fondness for black tea of any kind.

The strength of an ox or the strength of a mule?
Are they very different? Probably mule. Stubborn with a huge backward kick. Look out.

Love or lust?
Yes and yes. Better add ‘like’ in there too. Because sometimes it lasts longer than both the other L words.

Thought or action?
Brief thought: swift action: long reflection.

I am the pin up girl for marry in haste, repent at leisure. Except not for actual marriage. Just for every other decision I’ve ever made. Honest.

mtc
Bec

STOLEN BY BITACLE What a day...

STOLEN by Bitacle

What a day.

I did a big one of these



But without so many suits in the background. Who ARE all those people?
And, of course, since Truman last stepped on the White House lawn there have been a few advances in technology, so mine looked more like this



We got all state and national TV crews, and the two daily metro newspapers, and all Sydney radio, and it went off like a frog in a sock (full credit to Kim for that most apt and brilliant phrase).

It’s about the third biggest media conference we do all year. There are a number of personalities involved and the balancing act is – err – challenging. Sadly, if I told you more I’d have to kill you, so let’s avoid ruining Sunday night with too many fatally curious cats, yes?

I can promise you that, whatever it is about, it’s not as exciting to the media as this



This, apparently, is what happens at Chez Cruise when there is a rumour that Katy Holmes is going shopping alone!

On the other hand, this is what happens at Chez Ladies Lounge when the family hears Bec is going shopping alone:



We all pay a price for fame.

So, the tv newses (is news its own plural? I feel I should know) are done and we’re all happy.

The Prof, after seven hours alone with the three little Lounges and a mountain of successfully completed housework, has retired early to bed with a migraine.

I have retired to the couch with a large glass of oh-so-unfashionable-merlot and, best of all, HIM:



What a perfect way to end the weekend.

And, assuming this works, the many photos in this post will have been brought to you courtesy of the genius of Suse of Pea Soup, who finally explained to me exactly what she meant by “Get ye to Flickr”.

mtc
Bec