Okie!

Wow, turns out I like a Oklahoma accent.

Code Monkey!

Code Monkey very simple man. Code Monkey like you.

I'm in your PC, stealing your internets

"oh hi, I upgraded your RAM."

Marmaduke is a l33t h4x0r

Joe Mathlete Explains Today's Marmaduke.

No, no, *I* am un chien Andalou

So, today, I go into work after a sick day out of office yesterday, and instead of catching up on all the stuff I missed, I decide to watch Un Chien Andalou on YouTube, basically because I've never seen it before, and after the cultural wasteland of PubNight last night, I felt the need for a bit of intellectualism.

Once that's done, I switch over to my daily dose of blog-surfing, and what did Bostonist have listed yesterday, but a screening of the film at the Harvard Archives! And here I was bitching about the poor quality of the YouTube video. So excited, and also a little freaked at my continued Zeitgeist surfing....

Anyone want to come see it with me?

Bad italian, but hot designer

He was hot and compelling enough to draw me into watching Runway; he was hot and compelling enough to win it!

Told you so.

Yay, Jeffrey!

Is This Anderson's "Latinization"? - Gawker

Faguar! I love it!

It's tricky

So, am I the last person to know that the gays are linguistically bonded with the hookers? I was all confused when I read:

"I brought home a trick the other night and he puked in my underwear drawer."

And no, it wasn't for money, just for vomit.

House of [Fashion] Worship

"Look, all I have to say is 'Here is the church. Here is the steeple. Open the doors and fuck off, Angela.' "

can't
stop
laughing!

And for the record, I think the neck tat is HOT. I'm pretty sure the only reason I started paying attention to the show this season, after utterly ignoring the first two seasons, was because of shots of Jeffrey in his dandy suit and his tats in the early promos.

And the only people who don't get how hot he is, and are annoyed by his outlaw rawker act, are the kids from the not-cool table who are still pouting over high school.

my buddy

The best thing about fuckbuddies -- they don't notice that you've gained 15 pounds since you last hooked up, they only notice that your rack is looking bigger, and they have no complaints!

Me and George and lots of sex

Check out what I saw on the BANG Showbiz wire this morning:

George Clooney will never run for president - because he's had too much sex. The 'Ocean's Thirteen' star - who has dated a string of stunning women including Teri Hatcher and Renée Zellweger - is convinced his racy past would ruin his chances.

He revealed: "I couldn't run for office. I've slept with far too many women. I have a very keen interest in political issues, but if I decided to run for office there would be a few juicy stories dragged back from the depths." He added: "I've also done far too many drugs and been to too many wild parties."

Clooney is not the only Hollywood actor who has ruled himself out of a race for the White House. Robin Williams, a reformed alcoholic and drug addict, also admits his colourful past automatically rules him out. He revealed at the New Yorker Festival: "I would never run for office - because I make Bill Clinton look Amish."

However, Williams thinks Jack Nicholson should go into politics because he would be happy to be open about his past. Impersonating 'The Departed' star's voice, he said: "Jack would say, 'Sex scandals? What do you want? I've done 'em all. Twice. And I have it on tape!'"

See, we're so perfect for each other -- my George and me have so much in common! Okay, I didn't know about the drugs, and ordinarily that would put me off. But sometimes you have to make concessions for the one you love.

Happy Lumberjack Day!

Holy, maple-soaked crap! Lumberjack Day was last week, and I missed it! Admittedly, I was in Italy for a funeral, and also I'm totally disenamored of the Lumberjack, but still... how about that Zeitgeist, hmm?

Muppets in a sporty Matrix

Muppets like we've never seen them before. For more fabulous muppet clips, check them out on YouTube.
All leading to the ultimate cross-over -- Muppets on Sports Night!!!!!!!!!

yes, sir, that's my rainblow

For the record, I LOVE this pic of Tristan, I think she looks absolutely gorgeous. Sadly, she doesn't look much like that in person anymore. Last time I saw her, she was so skinny and puckered of face that I thought she might be strung out. Still, she gives good face when it's called for.
House of Ass, indeed. Gawd, remember how enormously fun the old blog was? Sigh...

Star Trek Cribs

Looks like Spock is a little less reserved than we saw on the show. Chillax!

Knit to last

Wow, this reminds me an awful lot of the continuing effort on Haneway's scarf!

back once again in crisis mode

okay here's what sucks..

I said I wanted to leave tonight
we decided I would wait
unless he took a turn for the worse
he took a turn for the worse
I got a call at 3:30 this morning
I slept for a few hours, and now I'm looking for flights
there is nothing
there were flights two days ago
I'm also freaked,
because exactly what I said might happen, has happened
I need to leave
I need to go to work
I need to take care of Siena
I need to sleep
this is bad bad bad
also, surprise surprise, no word from the lumberjack
lovely call with Ave last night, though
and so much for my date tonight with MJ, I guess, hmm?

I will call you later in the day, when I know more.

The Coloring Box

Well, Daily Candy really does go everywhere, don't they? This would have certainly helped out Samantha avoid her Bozo-the-clown situation on Sex and the City, but for the rest of us I think it might be a bit too far (also, so many disturbing terms!). Though I'll admit I'm a bit intrigued by the pink; pity I have no body hair...

Also, as for their assertation that using this product will "attract plenty of male attention," I'm thinking that if they see your dye job, you've already got the attention, no? Or is this product specifically targeted to Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan?

Bored bored bored

Geez my life has gotten so boring up here in responsible adult-land. The deal with the lumberjack fizzled out -- well, maybe not, but I'm refusing to continue to put in effort just for the sake of drama. (he's doing this stupid possiveness without commitment thing that I find nauseating.) And when have I ever opted AGAINST drama? I met this other guy, total yawn, works in pharmeceuticals! I am a domestic goddess, which is inherently too stable to be exciting. And I'm paying off my credit cards, always a sign of infinite boredom.

Thankfully, no one is sick or dying, unlike last year at this time. Life is good, and safe, and stable, and prosperous -- but no drama, no circus sex, no 17-hour benders or last-minute trips to foreign lands. I can't become a groupie for a punk band, because there are no good punk bands left, and they're closing CBGBs. Last time I was there was on said 17-hour bender, ordering water and underwear, right before I passed out in Nomda's hotel room. (Funny, the first time I was there, I showed my lace underwear to Mindless Self Indulgence, and to Nicfit and the biker, who were with me the last time too. What is it about them, me, CBs and underwear?)

Also, no one is racy up here, I can't even *imagine* having sex on a fire escape (also, I don't have a fire escape...) No one even swears. It is so... Bostonian. Don't get me wrong, I am very very happy, so glad I moved back, hardly miss New York at all -- except for the adventure (and my friends, of course, but we've been doing pretty good with the visits so far). I want circus sex, I want all-night raging benders, I want wild parties!

I don't want to grow up.

No, that's not true. I want to grow up, but I want a partner in crime that will let me be devious and bad on the side. If not on a fire escape or in a taxi cab, then at least on the kitchen floor.

Holy crap! The Great Monkey Project!

I always did like that DeCordova museum. Also, proof once again that my thumb is firmly on the zeitgeist....