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Hey, there, strawberry babycakes with whipped cream on top, remember my latest giveaway?

Shut up, you know you do.

Well, a winner has been chosen at random, and the misfit who won the right to have Jaws chew off her arm while she bakes is…

Andrea!  who said she’d be baking…

“cookies!!!! but they will be very special cookies indeed if i am trading my arm for them! ;]
P.S. i love the victorian measuring spoons!”

Rock on, Andrea–start mauling your mail delivery professional daily for news of your incoming shark attack.

In other news, my site may experience a little downtime tomorrow due to some technical nonsense that simply must occur, lest the universe blow up and everything cease to matter.  Hopefully Bad Mama Genny will only have a run in her virtual fishnets very briefly, after which time she will be up and running again, and continuing to refer to herself in the third person.  Until then, I’ll still be on Twitter.

Collective sigh of motherfucking relief, all y’alls!

Love and Big Red Kisses,

Your BMG

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Photo by D. Sharon Pruitt

Heya!

So, remember that Subversive Cross Stitch Giveaway I ran?

And how I announced the winner on Friday?

Well, hike up your fishnets, mah little babies, ’cause the fun ain’t over yet!

Julie Jackson, the bitchin’ babe behind Subversive Cross Stitch, asked me to pick 5 runners-up so she could gift them with the pdf of their favorite design.  Even more subversive fun for you most subversive of misfits.

The winners, who shall be notified with much pomp and circumstance very shortly, are as follows:
Kristineh, who said:
“This is the funniest give away I’ve ever seen. I would pick the #@%&!! cross stitch. The head master at the high school I worked for had a story about how to pronounce #@%&!!. When he was a little kid, his crazy uncle was reading him the comics and #@%&!! was printed in one of the scenes. He asked how you were supposed pronounce that to which his uncle replied “goddamnshitswear.” It’s my favorite expletive to use ever since.”

sleepyheadedmom, who said:
“Best giveaway ever!
I would pick the Shut the Fuck Up one.
I NEED one of those Metal quilts. Maybe I’ll get or make one for my fiance as a wedding gift. Good sh*t.”

lynn, who said:
“i’d choose shut your piehole. wait. people are cattle. no wait, shut your piehole. yes, shut your piehole!
 thanks”

Jennifer, who said:
“Bitch, please!
Of course I’d pick “Bitch, please!”, though there are so many lovely ways to say “fuck”, aren’t there?”

And Marty J. Christopher, who said:
“I don’t even know which one to choose; I love them all so much. I’m maybe drawn to the one that says “Shut Your Whore Mouth” only because when I saw that one, I busted out laughing. : ) Nice giveaway. LOVES it!”

Congrats, awesome ladies, and a big thank you and virtual pair of fishnets to Julie Jackson of Subversive Cross Stitch, without whom this extra water balloon full o’ fun would never have popped.

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Hello again, my wittle misfittles!  Remember my bitchin’ Subversive Cross Stitch Giveaway?  Yeah, me too!  Anyway, the winner has been drawn, and the lucky gal is Erica, who said:

“I’m loving the ‘Bitch, please!’ kit.”

I’m lovin’ it, too, Erica, and pretty soon you’ll be hearing from me about the “Bitch, please!” kit that I’m sending your way.  It should be noted that Erica increased her chances of winning by following me on Twitter and tweeting a link to my blog.  Something to keep in mind for next time, dollfaces!

Thanks for entering and, uh, for being so damn funny and positive in the comments.  I believe the misfits are our future, and right now, the future is looking pretty.  friggin’.  bright.

Lotsa love and big red kisses,
BMG

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Unwarranted photo of Nicholas Cage with a rabid wombat eating his face by Kirk Weaver
 

Well, my little creative freaks, I am chock-full of misfititude today.  CHOCK-FULL, I SAY.

Which can only mean one thing:  I’m feeling generous.

Which can only mean one thing: You stand to benefit.

Which can only mean one thing: It’s time for another giveaway.

That’s right, misfits!  Im’ma have you salivating over some totally righteous buyables with another installment of “My Favoritest Stuffs and Things!”  Remember how much fun that was last time?

Yeah, me either, I was drunk, too.

So let’s not waste another moment, we’ve got a Bad Mama Genny Fueled Consumerism Frenzy to set in motion!

Bad Mama Genny Fueled Consumerism Frenzies.  They’re the American Way.

1. Glow Graffiti Light in a Can

Vandalism at its finest, people.  Do I need to tell you how much fun potential this stuff has?  Now, keep in mind, I’m not encouraging any unwanted property decoration.  Except on the abodes of Internet trolls.  Heh.  Heh.  HEH.

2.  Flower Grenades

Subversive item the second, misfits!  But this is one grenade that can do serious good.  How many abandoned lots do you pass on your commute every day?  Wouldn’t they be a whole lot sexier if they were full of wildflowers?

Absolutely, you say!

Bad Mama Genny, your logic is airtight, you say!

Oh, BMG, you have amazing hair with no flyaways whatsoever, you say!

What?  You totally said that.

3. Ben Venom’s Metal T-Shirt Quilts

Check out these Ben Venom metal t-shirt quilts featured on the Domestic Sluttery blog.  Fab, right?  They’re not cheap, but if you’re looking to spend on the metalhead in your life (uh, YOURSELF?! Chya!), I can’t think of anything cooler.

4. 8-bit Eyeglasses

This product espouses the nerd-chic movement (that’s a movement, right?) better than anything I’ve seen in like, oh, I dunno, ever or something.  They’re by dzmitrysamal.com and for anyone who was there to witness 8-bit while it was actually a thing, they are beautiful and touching in the heartstrings place.  A big thanks to Nicole Balch and her babble.com blog for pointing these out.

5.  Subversive Cross Stitch (Giveaway!)

People, this is everything that is awesome about arts and crafts minus everything that sucks, plus some serious attitude that is very much pleasing to the Bad Mama Genny person.  Can’t you see yourself happily stitching “Shut Your Whore Mouth” whilst listening to Foo Fighters and eating one spicy meat-a-ball?

I can.  In fact, I plan to.

They come in so many pleasing designs, too.  Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Get a jump start on the holiday cheer, bitches!

And Exhibit C:

And I’m giving away a FREE Basic Kit (includes fabric, thread, pattern, and instructions) of the winner’s choice to one lucky reader!

To Enter:

1 Chance: Leave a comment on this post telling me which cross stitch kit you’d choose (Check out your options here), and you’ll be entered into a random drawing to win it.

2 Chances: Want an extra go?  Follow me on Twitter for the first time, and leave a second comment here telling me that you did.

3 Chances: Still not enough for you?  Damn if you misfits aren’t demanding!  Well, I’m an obliging Bad Mama Genny.  Tweet a link to my blog’s homepage and leave a third comment telling me that you did.

You have until Thursday, August 11th at noon (CST) to enter, so hike up your fishnets and get going!  I’ll announce the lucky misfit shortly after.

Love and big red kisses,

BMG

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Thanks for entering last week’s contest, misfits!  The winner, decided by a random number generator, is oona b, who had this to say about garden soundtracks:

“I like to listen to Tribe Called Quest, anything but the wretched autotune music my daughter insists on playing 24-7!”

Ah, yes.  The autotuner.  Crappyness at its finest, misfits!

And it should be noted that Ms. oona b had improved her chances of winning by following me on Twitter and leaving a comment to that effect–just more proof that following me on Twitter may pay off in ways unrelated to a shiny new straitjacket!

Eh?  EH?

Some of your comments made me laugh so hard I just about busted a run in my fishnets.  And you know what?  It would have been worth it (and you KNOW how I feel about runs in my fishnets, dahlings.)  So thanks a ton, and stay tuned for more Big Bad Fun!

 

 

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New feature, misfits!  “My Favoritest Stuffs and Things!”

Oprah I am not.

And a slammin’ giveaway, too, with details below.  But first, a story about my disturbing gardening soundtrack.

So there I was in the cabbage patch, weeding in my gardening tutu (oh, don’t act so surprised), when I was not-so-gently reminded that, oh right, I have a gardening soundtrack.

Now I don’t mean a playlist (per se), though that’s really awesome and I want to hear about yours if you have one.  No, my gardening soundtrack comes to me free of charge, courtesy of the “children” across the way and their “dog.”  Quotation marks totally necessary, misfits.

One day, in an incident which I won’t go into but which I’d conservatively describe as, oh, MILDLY FUCKING DISTURBING, I discovered that what I thought was the dog was actually the children, and what I thought was the children was actually the dog.  Allow me to explain.

The dog sounds like a child.  Really.  And the children …well…they don’t sound like children.

I present you with an Authentic Bad Mama Genny List of the things the children across the way sound like:
*A mama wolf tearing off the faces of her wolf pups.
*The proverbial chicken trying to cross the road and getting caught in the spokes of a bicycle.
*Arnold Schwarzenegger getting caught by Maria Shriver.
*A malfunctioning rape whistle set to a disco beat.
*Beautiful music, if beautiful music really sucked.
*The squealing of a pig eating a hot pocket which is boiling lava hot in the middle, thanks to the marvel of microwave cookery (Oh, Jim Gaffigan, you ARE the living end!)
*That weird life-size Barbie doll getting melted by a giant magnifying glass…if weird life-size Barbie doll could scream.  Though that would never happen.  If weird life-size Barbie doll COULD scream, she’d be doing it all the time because OH MY EFFING HELL I AM WEARING PLASTIC HIGH HEELS ALL THE TIME AND ACCORDING TO THE ANATOMICALLY INCORRECT PROPORTIONS OF MY GUMMY THIGHS I DO NOT POSSESS THE QUADRICEP STRENGTH TO MANAGE THIS.
*Two zombies.  Making sweet, sweet zombie love.  Yeah, I went there.

And speaking of zombies (HELLZ YES, MISFITS, WE’RE TOTALLY SPEAKING OF ZOMBIES! AGAIN! ), it’s time for the first ever edition of my Favoritest Stuffs and Things!  Let’s get rolling, shall we?

1. Plants vs. Zombies

Aww, heartwarming. It's good to know the zombies share my feelings about handwritten correspondence.

This is the computer game (gifted to me by my spooky-awesome friend Leonard) that I played for four straight hours the other night.  When I went to bed, my eyes burned.  From not blinking enough.  Which, in case you were wondering, is the new definition of rock bottom.
According to the site, the premise is as follows:
“A mob of zombies is about to invade your home, and your only defense is an arsenal of zombie-zapping plants. Think fast and plant faster to stop the zombies dead in their tracks. And with five game modes to dig into, the fun never dies!”

Misfits…did somebody say “plants”?  And, did somebody say, “zombies”?  And, were those two somebodies actually just one somebody using the two terms in the same sentence?

I have seen the mountaintop, misfits!  I have been to the Promised Land!

Try it free or buy it online for yourself or your favorite misfit homesteader here.

2.   Stuck on This City Decorative Tape

Photo from Modcloth.com

I know many of all y’alls are urban homesteaders just trying to keep it real.  Somehow I feel that this decorative cityscape tape would help one to keep something real.  Just a feeling.

3.  The “Flying Fuck” Helicopter

Photo from gadgetsandgear.com

Misfits, it’s an actual flying “fuck.”  So you can now, literally, “give a flying fuck”.  I’m sorry, I…I…I’m choking up a little.  It’s just…so beautiful.

4.  Amanda Wachob Tattoo

Photo from AmandaWachobTattoo.com

These tattoos–which totally look UNLIKE tattoos, and more like brilliant watercolor paintings, are blowing my wittle mind.  Check out the temporary distilled water tattoos, too–the design is formed by your blood, and disappears as it heals.

5.  Sunny Submersible Ice Cube Set

Photo from modcloth.com

These precious yellow submarine ice cubes…oooh!  Last year, The Boy bought me an ice cube tray that produced Titanic and iceberg-shaped ice.  In return for his awesomeness, he got a summer of my endlessly re-enacting the disaster in my gin gimlets while falsetto-ing “My Heart Will Go On” and promising Leo to never let go, only to go, “Oops! I let go!” two seconds later.

The Boy, he is a patient man.

But what if you wanted to have your own whimsical undercocktail adventures?  What if you wanted to falsetto “Yellow Submarine” whilst seriously pissing off   testing the patience of   entertaining a “The Boy” of your own?

Well, that’s where my giveaway comes in, my twisted little kumquat pastries!

Leave a comment on this post telling me what’s on your gardening soundtrack/playlist, and you’ll be entered into a random drawing to win those ADORABLE little yellow submarine ice “cubes.”  Want an extra chance?  Follow me on Twitter for the first time, and leave a second comment here telling me that you did!  I’ll randomly draw a winner on Monday, July 11th at noon…and announce the lucky misfit shortly after.

Ta, you lovely hot messes, you!

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These were one of my contributions to the cookie exchange I hosted yesterday.  Oh.  Yeah.

I mean, really.  OH, YEAH!

Sorry–just had a Kool-Aid Man moment there.  But seriously, these delicious goodies are my Peanut Butter Milk Chocolate Mallowmars.

Or, as we’ve taken to calling them around here, the Gay Pride Tophats.

Here’s the recipe, along with pictures of other bakers’ interpretations.

But that recipe won’t get you these babies.  No, ma’am’s, these cookies are the result of some serious screwups and improvisations, all of which you virtually witnessed if you follow me on Twitter.  Things started okay–after all, the homemade graham cookies turned out pretty nicely, if I do say so myself.  And I do.  Say so myself, I mean.  But things went a little downhill from there.  Let’s review, shall we?  Pull up a comfy armchair, don a smoking jacket, have your bubble pipe at the ready, and sit back for…

A NIGHT OF CULINARY DISASTERS, FOREVER IMMORTALIZED BY TWITTER:

4:46 PM Dec 21st from web:  First cookie disaster of the day: double boiler, um, boiled over, burning me and causing my white chocolate to seize up!

4:49 PM Dec 21st from web:  Cookie Baking Day totals, so far: 1 boilover (chocolate’s), 1 meltdown (mine), and 1 act of taking it down to a simmer (The Boy’s)…

5:07 PM Dec 21st from web:  Does having a cookie tantrum make me immature? Hmm…

7:28 PM Dec 21st from web:  Cookie Day Disaster #2: homemade marshmallow fluff isn’t setting! I’m either gonna lose it or stop caring altogether, and I’m not sure which!

7:30 PM Dec 21st from web:  AND my mixer broke! I burned out the engine on my freaking hand mixer!

7:44 PM Dec 21st from web:  Dark chocolate isn’t solidifying on the half-dipped cherry cookies–at this point I’m just laughing maniacally…I promise I can bake!

7:50 PM Dec 21st from web:  Accidentally bought unsalted peanut butter yesterday and I needed the regular kind! ARRRRGGGHHH!

And finally, my morning after haiku on the subject:

9:27 AM Dec 22nd from web:  Cookie Exchange Day/You’ve brought me pain and pleasure/Also, sticky floors…

Tell me you’ve had nights like this.  Come on, there must be some good cooking/baking/candy-making horror stories out there, guys.

…guys?  Seriously, I could stand to laugh at misfortune right now.

Someone else’s misfortune.

What ended up happening with these cookies is that I gave up on the failed marshmallow fluff (we’ve since discovered that the candy thermometer was broken), and dug out a leftover bag of jumbo marshmallows, snipped ’em in half, attached them to the grahams with blobs (not smears, not dollops, but blobs) of peanut butter, and dipped them in melted milk chocolate…then in dark chocolate when I ran out of milk chocolate.

The Boy can only be expected to make so many emergency grocery runs in one night.

And then came time for fun–time for the girls to come over and tell me all about their baking issues (dough-eating husbands, peanut brittle that wouldn’t, um, brittle, projects that got nixed and re-started the morning of the exchange…), while we drank champagne (heavily), snacked on meatballs and goat cheese (heavily), and giggled (also heavily).  Seeing as how we decided to go with the as-few-rules-as-possible route (two varieties of goody made per attendee, a dozen baked for each attendee), we were amazed and pleased with the variety and skillful execution in our spread.  There were fudges and barks, cookies dipped in chocolate, cookies glazed with liquor (divine!), and cookies cram-packed with fruit and nuts.  All in all, I’d say we had a good time, despite–

–okay, BECAUSE OF–

the astonishing quantity of alcohol we “dainty” babes put away.

You readers came up with some brilliant suggestions for hosting the ultimate cookie exchange–everything from baking extra cookies for charity to using Chinese takeout containers for the–well, the takeout.  And it was HARD to choose just one winner for the mystery giveaway.  But what is life without challenges?  The winner is…Elsa! Elsa put so much time and effort into her post, and covered so many cookie exchange conundrums (she even offered up a recipe of her own), that I just had to award her the fantabulous mystery prize.  Which is <drumroll>…

A Williams-Sonoma message-in-a-cookie set!  Customizable cookie cutters allow you to choose from pre-set holiday messages, or arrange your own for that one-of-a-kind, only-she-would-give-me-a-cookie-that-says-that sort of effect (some of my suggestions: “Jehosephat, it’s Christmas!”; “U Yule My Log”; “Bite Me”; “Bad Mama Genny RULZ”).  Congratulations, Elsa!

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