Saturday, October 13, 2007

Self-portrait in orange Speedo


I'm getting hard just thinkin' about, well, about you-know-what.
And no, it ain't the movie!

Hello (fill in the blank)
I'd like to play a game...


Greetings of the Season!

You are under arrest!

Birthday Beauty Beverly!

Beverly Johnson holds the great distinction of being the very first African-American woman on the cover of VOGUE magazine. She paved the way for, even, Grace Jones (never on Vogue's cover!) and Iman (you know, David Bowie's wife) in the fashion world.

Birthday Thorpedo!

Target: Trump

A girl can dream, right?

On the other hand...

let the straight guys look like pigs,
and the lesbians can enjoy their cat fights,

but the gay boys aren't involved in this one AT all!

Trainwreck TV!

Tila Tequila?

Frozen? or on the rocks?
Salt? or no?

A shot at love?

Either shoot me, or her.
One of us gotta go!

Really though.
Can you say "fuckin' ho?"

Reason #97 why I am GAY GAY GAY!


"I've never been with an Asian chick before. But I've eaten a lot of chinese food!"


what the FCUK is "America's Most Smartest Model?"
and PLEASE tell me what's with the over-inflated lips,
and those TITS!

I've seen flatter canteloupes.

Off the runway!

The only thing more terrifying
than being alone...

is being watched.

In Concert
Annie Lennox
LA Setlist

1. No More I Love You
2. Little Bird
3. Broken Glass
4. Pavement Cracks
5. Dark Road
6. Smithereens

Annie solo at piano:
7. Here Comes The Rain
8. A Thousand Beautiful Things
9. Sisters are Doin' It For Themselves

with band:

10. Cold
11. There Must Be an Angel (playing with my heart)
12. Ghost in My Machine
13. When Tomorrow Comes
14. Thorn In My Side
15. Sweet Dreams (are made of this)

16. Sing
17. Why

A bit of advice!
The Old Farmer's Almanac

Advice of the Day

Every cock is proud on his own dunghill.

Acoustic Annie

La Lennox in LA

Annie Lennox is in vintage form
The singer shows off her extraordinary alto
in a career-spanning set at the Wilshire Theatre.

By Ann Powers
Los Angeles Times Staff Writer

October 13, 2007

During Annie Lennox's performance Thursday at the Wilshire Theatre, at least three songs did not receive standing ovations. That may have been because the crowd was already on its feet. The ardor with which the powerhouse singer's fans greeted this rare tour stop was just what a legendary leading lady would expect, even if there were still a few kinks in her routine.

Lennox is one of pop's most venerated singers, envied by aspiring prima donnas and zealously supported by her cult. She's released only four solo CDs since Eurythmics, her band with Dave Stewart, dissolved long ago, and her musical style hasn't evolved much since. Her new album, "Songs of Mass Destruction," explores her usual extremes of grief, despair, moral righteousness and perseverance in settings that mix power balladry with a club sound still evocative of the 1980s. But to criticize Lennox for repeating herself would be to misunderstand her mission.

At the Wilshire, it was crystal clear: Lennox lifted her fans up into a drama that recast ordinary pain as a heroic struggle. She was their stand-in and their champion. Her florid body language reminded everyone that this was a ritual providing transcendence. Her extraordinary alto somehow matched timelessness with urgency. Committing to every note, Lennox made each song a sacrifice, and each climax a cry of survival.

Images of a younger Lennox, taken from promotional videos, flashed behind the 52-year-old singer and her band as they barreled through a career-spanning set. Some new songs stood out, especially the colossal "Smithereens," with its solemn pronouncement of "everybody is an island to themselves" (a diva line if there ever was one!) and "Ghosts in My Machine," which put Lennox in full soul-sister mode. But Lennox's greatest hits are hard to beat, and the night's crowning moments were a disco-fabulous version of the Eurythmics classic "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)" and a subdued, tender reading of "Why," her biggest solo hit.

A less self-assured artist would have structured the night around those favorites. Not Lennox. Though she's duetted with Aretha Franklin, onstage she's more like Nina Simone was: imperious, absorbed, doing what she damn well pleases. She barely spoke between songs, though at one point she greeted a fan holding a flower boa with a grin and a little dance. She didn't bother with major costume changes either, switching only from a black sequined top to a brown satin one.

Lennox did take time to show a video promoting her new charity single, "Sing," which unites the voices of 23 female pop stars (including Madonna, KT Tunstall, Joss Stone and Faith Hill) to raise awareness about the plight of African women with AIDS. At the Wilshire, Lennox had only her backup singers to raise the anthem, but she did her best after giving a preacherly little speech about her commitment to the cause.

Her voice rang out loud and clear during "Sing," but at other points she was somewhat buried by her band. It may have been the sound at the cavernous old Wilshire, but the mix didn't serve Lennox that well; the synthesizers were too bright and the guitars generic, and her backup singers sometimes overpowered her. It's not easy to veil Lennox's vocals, but if she meant for the band to do so, she should reconsider. More moments like the few she spent alone at a baby grand piano would add warmth to her performance.

When the modern-rock din died down, a rougher edge in Lennox's voice became evident. She sounded weary and raw on the barren ballad "Pavement Cracks," but the gravel in her throat only added to her charisma. Lennox shouldn't be afraid of letting her vocal weaknesses show; she's skilled enough to use those quirks to her advantage. Instead, she's hiding them behind a wall of synths.

Lennox has no need to hide. She can grow older any way she likes; her devotees will only love her more. They don't even mind when she treats them mean. After her moving rendition of "Why," she flashed a quick grin and said, "That's it folks -- go home!" She followed that with a quick chuckle and an expletive. Her believers, ever guided by her voice, turned around and left.

Friday, October 12, 2007


Somebody stick a BALL-GAG in Ricardo Sanchez' mouth!

Glue Regular
via Cutout

The Director's "Cut"



On October 12, 1971, the show, directed by Tom O'Horgan, opened at the Mark Hellinger Theatre on Broadway. The Broadway production received mixed reviews, as reviewers from the New York Times deemed it to be a heartless overhyped production; Andrew Lloyd Webber has also criticized it harshly.[3] The show starred Jeff Fenholt, Ben Vereen and Bob Bingham. Carl Anderson stepped into the role of Judas when Vereen fell ill, and the two performers later took turns playing the role. The Broadway show closed after 18 months.

Overlooked by the media wonks
17 US Heroes, Killed.

October 20, 2000

The following list confirms the names of those killed in the terrorist attack on USS Cole. Asterisks indicate the sailors who were posthumously promoted to the indicated ranks because they were eligible to take advancement examinations.

• Hull Maintenance Technician Second Class*
Kenneth Eugene Clodfelter, 21, of Mechanicsville, Va.

• Electronics Technician Chief Petty Officer*
Richard Costelow, 35, of Morrisville, Pa.

• Mess Management Specialist Seaman
Lakeina Monique Francis, 19, of Woodleaf, N.C.

• Information Systems Technician
Timothy Lee Gauna, 21, of Rice, Texas

• Signalman Seaman* Cherone
Louis Gunn, 22, of Rex, Ga.

• Seaman
James Rodrick McDaniels, 19, of Norfolk, Va.

• Engineman Second Class
Marc Ian Nieto, 24, of Fond du Lac, Wis.

• Electronics Warfare Technician Second Class*
Ronald Scott Owens, 24, of Vero Beach, Fla.

• Seaman*
Lakiba Nicole Palmer, 22, of San Diego, Calif.

• Engineman Fireman
Joshua Langdon Parlett, 19, of Churchville, Md.

• Fireman*
Patrick Howard Roy, 19, of Cornwall on Hudson, N.Y.

• Electronics Warfare Technician First Class*
Kevin Shawn Rux, 30, of Portland, N.D.

• Mess Management Specialist Third Class
Ronchester Manangan Santiago, 22, Kingsville, Texas

• Operations Specialist Second Class
Timothy Lamont Saunders, 32, of Ringgold, Va.

• Fireman
Gary Graham Swenchonis Jr., 26, Rockport, Texas

• Ensign
Andrew Triplett, 31, of Macon, Miss.

• Seaman*
Craig Bryan Wibberley, 19, of Williamsport, Md.

The average age of these seventeen fatalities is 23.823529441176.
I DID do the math. And checked it.

Two injured crewmembers remain in Landstuhl, Germany, at this time. Remains of eight Cole sailors arrived at Dover Air Force Base today, and the final four remains are due to arrive in the next couple of days. Information on arrival time will be provided by Dover AFB. Following autopsy and identification, the remains will be turned over to the families.

Today the Navy also clarified some details about initial reports of the terrorist attack against USS Cole. According to ship records, the explosion occurred at about 11:18 a.m. local time in Yemen, not 12:15 p.m. as previously reported. USS Cole had completed mooring operations at 9:30 a.m. local time. Refueling operations commenced at approximately 10:30 a.m. local time and were ongoing at the time of the terrorist attack. [Local time in Yemen is seven hours later than Eastern Daylight Time.] Earlier statements were based on the initial voice and relayed reports from the ship that were not confirmed. As previously reported, the explosion caused the Cole to lose power and disabled all onboard communications assets. As is often the case, these initial relayed reports contained some errors, and in some cases may have been misunderstood.

Birthday Corpse!

Birthday Jack!

All I want for Christmas is...


Would you buy me a few assault weapons for Christmas?

What? NO!
It's just for shooting beer bottles off the wall.

How do you spell "monotone?"


I think he's going to break his arms and/or dislocate his shoulders one o' these days...and soon.
He's CONSTANTLY complimenting his colleagues for being part of the "best political reporting team" blah blah blah.

And, while I am at it:

what's with that fucking LOOP?
There's about 30 minutes of new news with the balance being a loop of earlier news.
And by referencing "earlier" news, I'm talking about weeks earlier.



Previously, CNN referenced Teddy's "car" accident in the late 60s.

NOW it's a "plane crash" in the late 60s.

What WAS it, really?


Seems Teddy had surgery this morning.
Seems he had some problem with his carotid and nerves in his neck.
Seems he had a car accident somewhere in the late 60s.
Seems that's all CNN had to say about that car accident.

I have one thing to say:

MARY JO ko-peck-knee (I don't know how to spell her name!)

Either way, she's dead, and he just had surgery.


And the next Miss America is...

Al Gore!

Thursday, October 11, 2007

So much for "jew-jew" bees!

No. It's not ju-JUBS (rhymes with TUBS.)

I'm gonna vomit.

I FINALLY found something I wouldn't post EVEN IF I WAS PAID!

Let's just say I learned another definition for the phrase "pop it."

I'm gonna be sick.

Brutus' Film Debut!

It's your birthday!

Caught with your pants down, Luke?

Come out! Come out!
WHOEVER you are!

Closets are for clothes.
Well, maybe for family skeletons,
but not for people.

Anderson? You listening?

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Jake Jake Jake!

I'm glad to see you're in a fashion spread which has nothing to do with hair products. You are folically-blessed, so just get over it.

What, though, is up with your pants??
Note I didn't say "what is up IN your pants?"

But, now that I hinted at it:
what gives?

Some over-imaginative and way-overpaid stylist joke?


Birthday Back + Bum!

Tom Ford v Hostel II

Absolutely Busy!

Can you see what I see?

Tuesday, October 09, 2007



Guanajuato MX


Note to CNN: Bad Move on LKL!

Note to president.

Hey. You know, a former president of the United States,
who has gone on so bigger and better peaceful missions,
is waiting in the wings.


Seems there's some major financial irregularities
at Oral Roberts University...

by the Orals themselves.

Jimmy Carter, line 2.

For all the pumpkins in my patch...

Being a Christian is like being a pumpkin.
God lifts you up, takes you in, and washes all the dirt off of you.
He opens you up, touches you deep inside
and scoops out all the yucky stuff –
including the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc.
Then He carves you a new smiling face and
puts His light inside you to shine for all the world to see.

This was passed on to me from another pumpkin.
it is your turn to pass it to a pumpkin.

I liked this enough to send it to post it
for all the pumpkins in my electronic patch.

Dirt and all.

Up for grabs.

Some version of this is going to be printed on canvas,
and then stretched.

One for Saturday.
One for Sunday.


Absolut Mandarin.
Official Wallpaper.

I'm in your rearview mirror.

The future of the future will still contain the past
Time goes slow and time goes fast
The future of the future will still repeat today
Time goes fast and fades away
The future of the future will still contain tonight
The passage of day the passage of light

What ya gonna do about me now?
What ya gonna do about me now?
What ya gonna do about me now?
What ya gonna do about me now?
What ya gonna do about me now?
What ya gonna do about me now?
What ya gonna do about me now?
What ya gonna do about me now?

–|everything but the girl

Apology to Annie
LENNOX...not Leibovitz!


More later, but let's just say I'm grooving on MASS DESTRUCTION!
Took a few.

Then again,
that's taking your listener someplace new, isn't it?

It's all Greek to me!

Guilty Pleasures.

Hot cop!

Wood Eye?

pack my bags and sweep the floor.

would I lie to you?

Back to sweeping Cinderella.

Donna Summer photo

Absolut Truth.

Cave Canem.

Set the table for dinner.
Will ya? C'mon.


The Best Cover Art...EVER!

Artomatic + Fatz-omatic!

©Shamus Ian Fatzinger

Shamus on YouTube!

Dude! I hope I'm about to see you on CNN!