Saturday, August 25, 2007

Oh yeah.
Gay. REALLY gay.

What the FUCK?


Shit. It's ok if she does lip-sync, she can't body-sync.

And Elton could, well, she's still moving.

If only.

If only this were the best use of guns and the military.

Don't even.

Don't tell me to stop
Tell the rain not to drop
Tell the wind not to blow
'Cause you said so, mmm

Tell the sun not to shine
Not to get up this time, no, no
Let it fall by the way
But don't leave me where I lay down

Tell me love isn't true
It's just something that we do
Tell me everything I'm not but
please don't tell me to stop

Tell the leaves not to turn
But don't ever tell me I'll learn, no, no
Take the black off a crow
But don't tell me I have to go

Tell the bed not to lay
Like the open mouth of a grave, yeah
Not to stare up at me
Like a calf down on its knees

Tell me love isn't true
It's just something that we do
Tell me everything I'm not but
don't ever tell me to stop

Don't you ever
Tell me love isn't true
It's just something that we do
Don't you ever
Tell me everything I'm not but
don't ever tell me to stop

Don't you ever
please don't, please don't,
please don't tell me to stop

Don't you ever tell me (don't you), ever
Don't ever tell me to stop

Tell the rain not to drop
Tell the bed not to lay
Like the open mouth of a grave, yeah
Not to stare up at me
Like a calf down on its knees

Galileo + The Telescope


Anderson Cooper
Annie Lennox
Depeche Mode
Dolce & Gabanna men's fashion shows, winter
George Michael
QuickTime Trailers
Tartan Extreme Horror

That's really GAY.

The Brokebackup Dancing Cowboys

The b/u cowboys couldn't put on a more geometrically-precise routine if Madonna herself fucks up. Jean-Baptiste learned well under Grace's gaze.

Tell the bed not to lay
Like the open mouth of a grave

tell me


The Greyhounds of...

Don't call your exterminator.

Bug City.


Annie Lennox
Depeche Mode
Fatboy Slim
George Michael
Pet Shop Boys
Scissor Sisters

Now you know I'm a real fag.
Gets worse when you know the lyrics.

Friday, August 24, 2007

and now,
a word from our Italian sponsors

Another horror franchise

with yet a different face mask, and the ever-present Henckels blade.

A certain

Unless you're living on the razor's edge,

you're taking up too much space.

Orange on my mind.


It is the heart that makes a man rich.
He is rich according to what he is,
not according to what he has.

Note to my nasty bank manager:
you can check my balance any day.

Being overdrawn in this manner
is a gift, not a liability.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Wednesday, August 22, 2007


How much blood will YOU shed?


I'm so fucking disgusted with everything I see and hear,
I don't even WANT to spend time with my fingers glued to my keyboard.

Ford's personal theatre


Guanajuato MX [late 1990s]
Museo de Los Momias

Has the jury reached a unanimous decision?

We the jury find Michael Vick...

Birthday warbler

Tori Amos.

(This is only here because CEP would kill me for not recognizing this very important day in music history!)

A full-frame birthday...

HenrĂ® Cartier-Bresson

Local zero
ex-lieutenant Robert Kennedy

Local hero
Richard Alan 'Rick' Mastracchio

Orange in the news!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

To paraphrase...

"I'm just wild about Harry" Helmsley was asked, late in his life after he earned milions upon millions, if he'd like to help the homeless. His response? "Now why the hell would I want to do a thing like that?"

The New York Times, 21 Aug 2007

Birthday Basie!

The Count!

Birthday Bitch.

Amy Fisher.

Birthday Hotness!

Carrie-Anne Moss.

Birthday Chicken.

Kenny Rogers.


Spoken like a true *Queen*
Flash! I love you, but we only have 14 hours to save the earth!

Seems a woman's work is never done.

Never one of Queen's standout efforts, Freddie Mercury's vocal range in the title cut pushes the limits of Waterford crystal. Renewed attention due to a pale and considerably less campy remake is causing quite the furor with The Royal Family...those who consider Freddie Mercury's vocal efforts among his best ever, although largely panned by critics at the time.

You want funny? Two words: Sam Jones!

A pound of flesh...

Roll up your sleeves!

This won't hurt a bit...

Must seeSaw IV many reasons! - Watch more free videos

It's a dark road
the video

And that is a Wonder Woman costume.
Dig the bracelets!

Monday, August 20, 2007

Queen + Freddie Mercury
It's all about the beer...

Recognize that silhouette?

It's all about Freddie Mercury!

Ready Freddie?

In which audience would you be found?

27 years ago today...

all you have to do is fall in love...


takes strength to live this way
a single madness, everyday.


Once upon a time lived a beautiful Queen with voluptuous breasts.

Nick the Dragon Slayer obsessed over the Queen for this reason.
He knew that the penalty for his desire would be death should he try to touch them, but he had to try.

One day Nick revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the Physician, the King's chief doctor.
Horatio thought about this and said that he could arrange for Nick to more than satisfy his desire, but it would cost him 1000 gold coins to arrange it.

Without pause Nick readily agreed to the scheme.
The next day, Horatio made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen's brassiere while she bathed.
Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense. Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Horatio informed the King and Queen that only a special type of saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown that only the saliva of Nick would work as the antidote to cure the itch.

The King quickly summoned Nick. Horatio then slipped Nick the antidote for the itching powder, which he put into his mouth, and for the next four hours, Nick worked passionately on the Queen's voluptuous and magnificent breasts.

The Queen's itching was eventually relieved, and Nick left satisfied and hailed as a hero. Upon returning to his chamber, Nick found Horatio demanding his payment of 1,000 gold coins. With his obsession now satisfied, Nick couldn't have cared less and, knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King, and with a laugh told him to get lost.

The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King's underwear.

The King immediately summoned Nick.

The moral of the story - Pay your bills.


Dick Cheney and George W. Bush were having breakfast at the White House.
The attractive waitress asks Cheney what he would like, and he replies,"I'd like a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit."

"And what can I get for you, Mr. President?"
George W. looking up from his menu,
replies with his trademark wink and slight grin,....
"How about a quickie this morning?"
"Why, Mr. President!" the waitress exclaims "How rude! You're starting to act like Mr. Clinton!"

As the waitress storms away,
Cheney leans over to Bush and whispers..........

"It's pronounced, 'Quiche'".

Vick the Dick.

A plea agreement?

Send him to the lions!

The Queen of Mean!

Ding, dong...the BITCH is dead.

Birthday Author.

H.P. Lovecraft

Birthday chunk.

Connie Chung.

Ready for his close-up!

Brutus Maximus photographed by Shamus Ian Fatzinger

The Vision of...

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Birthday hunk.

John Stamos

Aural Sex
the gift that keeps on giving

Let me get this, er, straight.
I'm wild about The Mix – 2006, and I even bought the 3disc package.
Say my buddy really grooves on that frequency,
and he says *dude! I really gotta swallow this one*
and I tell him to lock it up, and he takes it home.

Does that mean I just gave my buddy HED?
Did I swallow too, just 'cause I'm into the aural KANDI too.