Wednesday, September 28, 2005
I have to give props to one of my favorite people of all time. My good friend Rollertrain was invited to submit a piece in the upcoming anthology, Everything You Know About Sex Is Wrong: The Disinformation Guide to the Extremes of Human Sexuality. Her essay, "The Daily Schedule of a Porno Copywriter" will no doubt leave me laughing out loud as well as asking myself, "how the fuck does she do that?" She is actually the only person that can hold my interest long enough to read more than a paragraph in the interweb’s endless sea of mind numbing blogs and I am certain that her witty prose will not disappoint – it never does. The book, which includes works by Audacia Ray, Violet Blue, Jen Sincero, Steve Almond, Tristan Taormino, and Salvador Dalí, will be available through amazon.com in mid-October. Buy it damnit!!!
Monday, September 26, 2005
I have made a few small changes to divine imagery dot com as well as added a new gallery. As always feedback is welcome.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
I just played the most bitchiness game of kickball ever! It was adults against kids. Of course we schooled the ten year olds on the finer points of kickin ass.
and I got my Halloween costume but I think I will add these for a bit more saucyness.
Now it's time for pizza and movies.
and I got my Halloween costume but I think I will add these for a bit more saucyness.
Now it's time for pizza and movies.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
You know your getting old when you wake up at 8 a.m. on the morning of your birthday to meet friends for coffee. JESUS! Why does thirty-two sound SO much older than thirty-one?
Monday, September 12, 2005
I do not sit here and pretend that I know everything that is going on with our government and quite frankly, even if I had the option of knowing I would opt NOT to. I liken it to comprehending the gory details of my parent’s sex life. EW!
I think the interweb is a fucking cesspool of opinionated, worthless information - this entry being a prime example. Even though you can probably find the steps in how to perform an appendectomy on the net, I would goddamned bet that you would trust a licensed physician to perform the procedure rather than some asshole who thinks they are an expert because they read about it on the New England Journal of Medicine website. I mean, why do we pretend that the information available at our finger tips is unbiased, unslanted and balanced? Are we so fucking naive that we think we can make informed opinions on current affairs based on the information at hand? Sure you can have an opinions but don't fool yourself into thinking they are the least bit informed.
Now, don’t get me wrong here, I hardly trust our government to make decisions based on my needs and wants. Big corporation rules the roost in this neck of the woods and I really dont see that changing in the foreseeable future. But lets get really fucking honest people, can you blame them? We bend over at the drop of a hat and give them every opportunity to stick their hands up our asses to control us like the puppets we are. I am living in an industrialized nation where the people are fucking lazy and gullible and rely on the media to make their decisions for them. We BEG our elected officials to pass legislation dictating what we watch on television and hear on the radio because we are too wrapped up in our own pathetic selves to parent our own children. We bitch about the price of gas while haggling over the price of that Hummer we just have to own. We EXPECT the government to take care of us come hell or high water (pardon the pun) but aren’t willing to pony up any of our own goddamn money, time or civil liberties in return. We would rather throw our own mothers under the bus than take actual responsibility for something that we did. We think nationalized healthcare will actually be better than what we got and we are too afraid to vote outside party lines because, "It’s a vote for the other guy".
So really people, Can I HONESTLY expect anything more than what I am getting? We are nothing more than a nation of sniveling, indolent, intolerant victims too fucking blind to realize that it’s not them, it’s US.
And yes that means YOU asshole!
So please, everyone out there with a push broom bigger than CHRIST, shoving blame this way and that way for every injustice under the sun, I beg of you to please sit down and shut the fuck up!
I think the interweb is a fucking cesspool of opinionated, worthless information - this entry being a prime example. Even though you can probably find the steps in how to perform an appendectomy on the net, I would goddamned bet that you would trust a licensed physician to perform the procedure rather than some asshole who thinks they are an expert because they read about it on the New England Journal of Medicine website. I mean, why do we pretend that the information available at our finger tips is unbiased, unslanted and balanced? Are we so fucking naive that we think we can make informed opinions on current affairs based on the information at hand? Sure you can have an opinions but don't fool yourself into thinking they are the least bit informed.
Now, don’t get me wrong here, I hardly trust our government to make decisions based on my needs and wants. Big corporation rules the roost in this neck of the woods and I really dont see that changing in the foreseeable future. But lets get really fucking honest people, can you blame them? We bend over at the drop of a hat and give them every opportunity to stick their hands up our asses to control us like the puppets we are. I am living in an industrialized nation where the people are fucking lazy and gullible and rely on the media to make their decisions for them. We BEG our elected officials to pass legislation dictating what we watch on television and hear on the radio because we are too wrapped up in our own pathetic selves to parent our own children. We bitch about the price of gas while haggling over the price of that Hummer we just have to own. We EXPECT the government to take care of us come hell or high water (pardon the pun) but aren’t willing to pony up any of our own goddamn money, time or civil liberties in return. We would rather throw our own mothers under the bus than take actual responsibility for something that we did. We think nationalized healthcare will actually be better than what we got and we are too afraid to vote outside party lines because, "It’s a vote for the other guy".
So really people, Can I HONESTLY expect anything more than what I am getting? We are nothing more than a nation of sniveling, indolent, intolerant victims too fucking blind to realize that it’s not them, it’s US.
And yes that means YOU asshole!
So please, everyone out there with a push broom bigger than CHRIST, shoving blame this way and that way for every injustice under the sun, I beg of you to please sit down and shut the fuck up!
Thursday, September 08, 2005
I guess perhaps at some point I should get around to posting about our trip to New York. This trip was totally different than the one in July because we were only in Midtown twice, for very short periods of time and the rest of the trip was spent doing non touristy type activities. We rented an apartment in the East Village on 2nd Ave. between 13th and 14th and I have to say it was the perfect location. We were only a block away from the subway and the flurry of activity in the East Village was invigorating and never ending. We happened upon the best little Italian joint and gorged ourselves on bowls and bowls of pasta, loaves and loaves of bread and mounds and mounds of these heavenly, oh so divine, parmesan and pancetta scalloped potatoes that would knock you on your ass. The food was out of this world, the ambiance was spectacular and the music fucking rocked. So if you ever find yourself standing in the East Village at the intersection of 2nd Ave. and 5th, look to the East and you will see a small little restaurant with a white picket fence in front and that would be Franks.
We walked during the day and drank at night. We even made it to Red Hook in Brooklyn to meet a friend for lunch and ate at the famous Grimaldi’s Pizza for dinner. We took the water taxi back to Manhattan and ended up at Dublin 6 in the West Village for drinks.
OH! And the coolest part of the trip was our anniversary night. We ended up at this club in LES called The Slipper Room where we watched bad burlesque, bad comedy and an even badder all girl pirate band (we were utterly disappointed at that one because how cool could that have been). Anyway, so the air conditioning wasn’t on and after standing for about a half an hour a booth finally became available and we sat and laughed and made fun of the acts. So, after a while I get up to pee and when I come back there are two women sitting at our table. They were nice and we chatted with them. We made fun of the “burlesque” and bitched about the air conditioning and marveled at the chick-playing-accordion fronted band that performed. Anyway, the women left and after much deliberation and arguing, it was confirmed that one of the women sitting at our table was no other than Justina Machado who played Vanessa Diaz on our favorite television show, Six Feet Under. At the point of confirmation we became "those fans" and it was later decided that it was better that her identity wasn’t established before she left otherwise the propensity for us to make TOTAL assholes of ourselves would have been greatly intensified. That is my cool ass story and I am sticking to it.
We did Wigstock. We walked from one side of the city to the other side of the city. We went to Century 21 (shudder), to a street fair and after my hopes and dreams of endless, magical shopping, Johnny K ended up coming home with shoes and clothes and I did not. Basically we spent 98% of our time in Lower Manhattan and out of the New York I would have to imagine that most natives love to hate.
So here I sit trying to find some brilliant scheme to fund my ideal New York lifestyle, which includes, not working, lots o shopping and a three-story brownstone impeccably decorated in the West Village. Perhaps I should lower my standards, I mean, it would be easier to squeeze gold out of my asshole.
We walked during the day and drank at night. We even made it to Red Hook in Brooklyn to meet a friend for lunch and ate at the famous Grimaldi’s Pizza for dinner. We took the water taxi back to Manhattan and ended up at Dublin 6 in the West Village for drinks.
OH! And the coolest part of the trip was our anniversary night. We ended up at this club in LES called The Slipper Room where we watched bad burlesque, bad comedy and an even badder all girl pirate band (we were utterly disappointed at that one because how cool could that have been). Anyway, so the air conditioning wasn’t on and after standing for about a half an hour a booth finally became available and we sat and laughed and made fun of the acts. So, after a while I get up to pee and when I come back there are two women sitting at our table. They were nice and we chatted with them. We made fun of the “burlesque” and bitched about the air conditioning and marveled at the chick-playing-accordion fronted band that performed. Anyway, the women left and after much deliberation and arguing, it was confirmed that one of the women sitting at our table was no other than Justina Machado who played Vanessa Diaz on our favorite television show, Six Feet Under. At the point of confirmation we became "those fans" and it was later decided that it was better that her identity wasn’t established before she left otherwise the propensity for us to make TOTAL assholes of ourselves would have been greatly intensified. That is my cool ass story and I am sticking to it.
We did Wigstock. We walked from one side of the city to the other side of the city. We went to Century 21 (shudder), to a street fair and after my hopes and dreams of endless, magical shopping, Johnny K ended up coming home with shoes and clothes and I did not. Basically we spent 98% of our time in Lower Manhattan and out of the New York I would have to imagine that most natives love to hate.
So here I sit trying to find some brilliant scheme to fund my ideal New York lifestyle, which includes, not working, lots o shopping and a three-story brownstone impeccably decorated in the West Village. Perhaps I should lower my standards, I mean, it would be easier to squeeze gold out of my asshole.
Friday, September 02, 2005
