Wednesday, June 29, 2011

A little afternoon humor

Gimmie my frisbee back, bitch!

Apparently, this canine loves his plastic concave disk. :)

Thursday, June 23, 2011

In praise of Rumana

Hassan Sayed
Checkout this winner. Or should I say Loser times asshole times what the eff was this guy thinking? (for the record, I'm going with the second one).

Meet Hassan Sayed, husband to Rumana Monzur and father of one, a five year old little girl. Apparently, on June 5th, while 33 year old Rumana Monzur was taking leave from her Phd programme in British Colombia, Canada to visit her husband and daughter in Bangladesh, Mr. Sayed (this A-hole in the blue shirt above), came up behind her while she was on the computer, yanked her backwards by the hair, gouged her eyes out with his fingers while she was on the floor, permanently blinding her, and then proceeded (in a manner that would make Hannibal Lector happier than a pig in mud) to bite off her nose -- right in front of their daughter!

"My daughter was busy drawing [at the time]," Mrs. Monzur said. "[and after the incident was over] I fainted."
Rumana Monzur after the attack.

 Doctors say she'll never see again.

After the bloody attack which left Rumana looking as though a bear had just taken a swipe at her, Mr. Sayed fled the scene and was found 9 days later by police at the home of one of his kinsmen. After being arrested and paraded in front of reporters, Mr. Sayed had a few words to say to the public (please note: words within brackets have been paraphrased):

"[She cheated on me with some Iranian guy while she was in Canada]," he said, all macho as though he were John Dillinger after shooting up a police station. "I came to know about it when she returned [to Bangladesh. I told her to stop seeing the guy and deleted him from her Facebook account when she was in the bathroom. Finding him deleted, she got pissed and attacked me]. I lost my glasses and I don't see well, she may have been hurt in the fight."
Been hurt in the fight? WTF?!?! Getting hurt in a fight is when you get a bruise on your leg or a black eye or a tooth knocked out or when you get some red marks all over your body, not when you end up looking like you've just been mauled by a crocodile or like a weedwhacker just went ape shit on your ass . . . er, I mean face, leaving you blinded and without a sniffer and no way to ever see your 5 year old daughter again.

Rumana from her hospital bed.

From her hospital bed, while still in the throes of her agony, she said, "He . . . made my world dark. I can't see my daughter."

Hopefully, if there's any justice in the world and in Bangladesh, Mr. Sayed's punishment will be to spend a day with Mrs. Monju Begum, the woman who, if you remember, cut off her would-be-rapist's penis. :)

Rumana and her daughter before the incident.

To Link the article, click here: Bangladeshi student of British Columbia University left blinded after a brutal attack.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Sweet Blog Award

Yay! I was given my first blogger award (The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award) by my good writing buddy and late night facebook chatting pal Rene Nightingale.

These are the requirements for accepting the award. The most important one is that it must be passed on to others. The other rules are listed below the list of award winners I've chosen.

Thank you, Rene. *wiping face* But this needs more whipped cream, please!

Bequeathed to:
Carolina Valdez Miller
Heather Luke
Jamie Mchenry
Lia Davis
Amanda Hocking

And along with the strawberry goodness and sweet delectable whipped cream comes these original rules:

1. Thank and link to the person who nominated you.
2. Share seven random facts about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to 5 deserving blogging buddies.
4. Contact those buddies to congratulate them.

**I was nominated by Rene Nightingale!

And here are the seven random facts about me:

1. My name is Lucky without the c. It's a long story. But in short, my dad misspelled it.

2. I was born in a remote village in Bangaldesh during the 1971 liberation war against Pakistan.

3. I have a 22-yr old son in college and a 2-yr old son just getting out of diapers.

4. I have a third kid at home called my husband.

5. My favorite movie is Indecent Proposal.

6. I am 4' 11" and a half.

7. I am a model and author, and in my spare time, I'm the biggest eater of anything that has chocolate and coconut in it. :)

8. (this one is a bonus). I am only the second writer to go by the name L.A. Sherman (that I'm aware of, anyway). The first one was Lucius Adelino Sherman, one of my relatives on my hubby's side. He was born August 28, 1847 in Worcester, Massachusetts and died February 13, 1933 in Lincoln Nebraska. Believe it or not, Lucius also wrote a book for writers called How to Describe and Narrate Visually: exercises in literary composition, based on principles and examples of the writers art, which can be read for fee online at the Hathi Trust Digital Library by clicking on "Full View" after going to the above link. As a side note, the first Shermans came to the US - - to Massachusetts - - in the 1630s. And yes, I'm related to General William Tecumseh Sherman, Civil War hero; Roger Sherman, signer of the Declaration of Independance; General Sydney Sherman, the first person known to have said, "Remember the Alamo!, and Stuart P. Sherman, the famous writer and critic of Henry Louis Mencken.

And congratulations to all of the winners! One more award is coming soon! (Well, maybe not soon. I'm pretty busy). :)


L.A. Sherman

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The Bangladeshi Lorena Bobbit (aka Monju Begum)

Jhalakathi district, south of Dhaka, Bangladesh 

Welcome to Jhalakathi district, which is south of Dhaka, Bangladesh. Home to shanties, local fisherman, and, apparently, a no-nonsense woman with a Crocodile Dundee like knife named Monju Begum.

Monju Begum at an unkown date
Can you believe it? This woman showed up at her local police station one day (at the end of May to be exact) with a man's penis (and no, the man was not with the penis) and said she cut it off when he tried to attack (rape) her. Mr. Mazi, the would be rapist, who denied the charge against him (naturally), was taken to a nearby hosptial for - - wait for it, wait for it - - severe injuries to manhood. In other words, his dick was missing and he wanted it back.

Now, Mr. Mazi, in his denail of the charges, said he and Mrs. Begum had been friends with benefits for years, and that she wanted to run away with him to the city (like they do in the movies) and live happily ever after. But when he refused such romantic nonsense with a sideways flicker of his hand and said that he'd miss his wife and kids too much, and that he only wanted to "stick it in her" every once in a while, just to get his shit out, she grabbed a knife (see below image)

The knife prior to the incident

And then, like a butcher or chef often does to his meat or vegetables, severed his penis from his body as though she were chopping a leafy stem from a pepper.

Knife after the incident

Unbelievable. However, Mrs. Begum refutes all that by saying (and I'm paraphrasing here), "That damn trashy bastard has been trying to stick his little willy in me for months."

"I am a double victim," the man said from his lonely hospital bed. "First, she cut my penis and now police say they are going to arrest me for attempted rape."
The police chief, trying hard to keep a straight face, said they're just waiting for the man to get better. Which will probably TAKE A HELLEVA LONG TIME! :)

On a side note (and this made me laugh), The Huffington Post described the woman, Mrs. Begum, as making a "sensitive cut." LOOOOOOL.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

My bad angel's winning

Me in India, playing with a snake.

Today I called my friend on the phone. “I got a project we need to work on,” I said.

“A project?” she said. I could hear the trepidation in her voice.

“Yep. A project.”

“What type of project?”

I shook my head. “It’s called MY BEHAVIOR,” I said with a smile. “HELLOOOO!” Cuz God knows it ain’t good. J

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Bengali Girls Don't Press Release

Front book cover of Bengali Girls Don't by L.A. Sherman
 Press Release.

“Bengali Girls Don’t” by L.A. Sherman shares the author’s journey from her birth in a remote village during Bangladesh’s liberation war to her rebellious days in England as a young girl in the 1980s to her eventual forced marriage.

Tampa, Florida. April 26, 2011 - - “Bengali Girls Don’t,” a courageous autobiography by L.A. Sherman which reads like a cultural exposé on Bengali culture, starts in the summer of 1971, in East Pakistan, with the author still inside her mother’s womb. With the Pakistani soldiers closing in, Sherman’s parents and two brothers had to flee through the forest when the soldiers raided their village to survive. After liberation, Sherman’s parents moved to England where she grew up wanting to be like the English girls, able to go out here and there, have friends over and have boyfriends. But when her parents caught on to her un-Islamic ways, they tricked her into going to Bangladesh so that they could marry her off. 

“The book is unique in that it really gives to the western reader an idea of what Bangladeshi home life is really like, and how sometimes we can get caught between two cultures.”

She was inspired to write the story due to the lack of English language books on Bengali nuances and mannerisms. “Sure, some authors have written about our way of living,” she says, “but those are by people who’ve never lived it; I lived it, I breathed it, my heart was emptied out because of it.”

The author goes on to say that the book is about heartache and irony. About broken dreams. And how the life we choose is not always the life that chooses us. “It’s like ‘Brick Lane’ on steroids,” Sherman says. “Or the Bengali version of ‘East is East.’ It’s like ‘Stand by Me’ and ‘Catcher in the Rye’ meets South-Asian estrogen.”  

“Bengali Girls Don’t” will be available this summer on in print and as an e-book for the Kindle and on as an e-book for the Nook. The exact release date will be posted on author’s Facebook fanpage.

About the Author:

L.A. Sherman grew up in Bradford, England where she learned how to sneak out of the house without making the door creak. At the age of fifteen, she was tricked into going to Bangladesh by her parents and forced to marry a man as old as her father. After four years there with a wicked mother-in-law, she won the visa lottery for America and moved to the Big Apple. Now hard at work on her second book, she lives in Tampa, Florida with her family near a pond full of gators and spends her time doing all the things that Bengali girls don’t.

Media contact:

Luky “L.A.Sherman (It’s lucky without the c)


L.A. Sherman

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The Mile High Club

My good friend and fellow writer, Rene Nightingale, asked me awhile back, "How was it being a flight attendant?" and I said, "Well, it was a lot like being a cocktail waitress, except instead of doing it on the ground in a restaurant, you're up in the sky over the clouds at 30,000 feet, just below God's house. And it's great, because you also get to see the world for FREE, which is well worth it." Then, after we finished talking and I started to reminisce about the good times in the place where angels thrive, I started thinking, "There's also free membership to the mile high club." :) Which I am NOT telling you I'm a member of. After all, true mile high clubbers are sworn to secrecy, even under the threat of toe tickling.