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and all because of this comment on this post. it's so weirdly repetitive in the middle i at first thought it was a spam comment robot, then i thought it was rachael ray herself trolling sites like mine which actually spell her first name correctly (rather than rachel). but no, it's just a random dick. speaking of random dick, yum-o!
so after the jump.
jack rokka vs betty boo - take off
beatmasters feat betty boo - hey dj / i can't dance to that
it's buy nothing day today, and that includes prostitutes, at least the ones who work for major corporations.
caligula. ca-li-gu-la. sounds like an std, don’t it? and one, a la syphilis, that if left untreated leads to brain disintegration. and one, a la syphilis, which was likely transmitted from orgy extra to orgy extra in one of the many integral to the plot orgy scenes. orgy. or-gy.
caligula is the ultimate schlockfest and the caligula (three-disc imperial edition)
this isn’t the caligula you may have seen on well worn vhs from the nasty section of your local video store. this ultimate set has a high def transfer of the original, uncensored film, an alternate pre-release version, a making of documentary (though it doesn't answer how they kept the cameras dry), hours of deleted and alternate scenes, and gore vidal's original screenplay. yes, he's mainly who's to blame. him and penthouse mag mastermind and co-producer bob guccione. i learned mr. guccione also has a photography credit. guess he couldn't resist getting ringside.
the sound stage sexual gore on screen turned my living room into the gallery of a depraved operating room. and oh yeah, the tie a soldier's penis head to seal the urethra, force gallons of wine down his throat until he drowns internally scene is not as good as that in salo - 120 days of sodom. because in caligula, the guy doesn’t get gutted like a fish meaning the wine never spills out. but one of the male leads does tie his penis off (as if anyone could have produced urine as fast as necessary to stop from drowning internally anyway, meaning it’s pure exploitation, then and now, meaning I love it.)
you do get that me calling it the ultimate schlockfest is a compliment, right? so put on some popcorn, add some food based mock body fluids to the bowl, and feast on gross, overblown camp to your heart's and sex drive's content. you know they had fun making it.
i have a feeling this would be performed more often if people knew who the hell lainie kazan was anymore.
rubik's cube table by jellio. $600 for a 16" square that could maybe be a super low table. still love it, but it should be able to rotate and get messed up. then it'd need giant geek hands to solve it.
my fate is semi being decided by other people at this exact moment. meaning depending what they say my options will change. but regardless of what they say i'm still in control of my life, or at least as much as i ever could be in control.
i'm in the made it out of bad childhood phase of life where life just is. there's an old peanuts cartoon where charlie...charlie brown (<--- stupid james bond reference) says to psychiatrist booth lucy that he thinks he's finally over his childhood problems. she says great and that now he can look forward to teenage problems, career problems, love problems, middle age problems and old people problems. he says maybe he needs to work more on his childhood problems after all. what the fuck does lucy care though. she still gets her 5 cents. or 5 cents times 2479 visits in charlie's case.
i'm probably better at fighting demons than falling in love. i'm probably better at saving my own life than making that life most interesting. i'm probably going to remain single for the rest of 2007. but i did have two guys call me on the same day last week. for a clearly ex hermit, this is a major accomplishment.
how much of my life is up to others? how much is beyond my control? how much of my life is in the past? which people whom i've already met and known will i never see again? why can't i beat the clutterbug or drink enough water or or or or or...stop planning my life and simply live it now now now. i'm taking off my overcoat and training wheels and outer layer of not only protection but habit. i'm here. i don't know who i am. i'm not used to it.
racist comments have become the new 15 minutes of fame. britney didn't run over paparazzi or almost kill her kids today? time for the media to feign outrage at the latest spouter of words that should not be spoken, except in a cultural studies class about the history of such words, or in similarly self-aware artistic contexts.
i'm all for outrage at racist comments (or as cnn and many other semi-news outlets like to call them when previewing a segment - "racial" comments). whether it be dog the bounty hunter or michael richards or this one courtesy of louisiana state rep. carla blanchard dartez. and yes, racist comments by people in power or the famous or semi-famous do elevate their gravity.
but can the conversation please extend beyond outrage at individuals for their comments to institutional racism? and if the conversation is still only allowed to focus on that individual (since that's what gets viewers to tune in), then can it at least add focus on racist things that person has done in addition to speech? as in racism = power + prejudice. yes these words create an environment that promotes dehumanization. yes these words are hate speech. and i add that racism exists in other modes and people experience it differently than solely words.
for instance, how come the article linked to above says nothing of that politician's voting record? how come the whole michael richards deal didn't at all mention the severe lack of fair and equal representation in seinfeld casting (the environment he lived in for years and maybe impacted as far as casting)? how come dog the bounty hunter gets more face time on larry king than someone fighting racism? and how come when paris hilton used racist language which got caught on tape the outrage didn't reach fever pitch? maybe just maybe the press needs to keep paris palatable so they can use her on days where surface covering racism is not in vogue.
okay, next on my quest to extract one great one from the manpile is workout buddy culture. got one lined up for sunday. and i think i'm officially adding making out to the things i won't do until after a first date. kissing is just too emotional for me (thankfully) because i'm not an autopilot sex pig who can be on with an instant sex object of choice, unless i fully believe it's not definitively a first and last kiss. meaning my body, even when vulnerable and needing touch, must be on my side first and by my and mean my emotions and spirit too. okay, i'm not making out with guys i meet in bars even if we do hang out for two hours or close to it and i don't make out until halfway into that or close to it because they never call because no matter how clear i am that i am not going home with them that night they think it's this seduction deal where i'll change my mind and go home with them and yes that includes walking me to get a cab because they are hoping for a last minute sex invite and besides where i walk to get a cab is right close to a sex club but then again so is my whole neighborhood. i don't get this dating sex romance hope possibility destruction thing. i won't get it ever. all i know is how to take care of myself, be myself, and see someone else for who he is. no secret on where to meet people. that would be wherever people are. hello. i'm ready. and this is what serial dating and attempts at dating look like. this is it. not always fun. not always rewarding. but at least i'm narrowing down the pool of eligibles. i just hope i can keep my tact up because next guy i may just ask "are you my damn husband or what?" but damn that guy last weekend was a great kisser. guess i could call him too though he already said he would take me out to dinner or make me dinner and then never called but i'm not into games so i may call. in a couple of days. maybe.
past diving superstar imre lengyel, if that matters.
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