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  • March 04, 12:10 AM

    Pregnant Chicks



    So, I have friends. Do you? It's pretty cool.

    One of them is an artist and she sculpts pregnant ladies and ashtrays shaped like female genitalia. Her name is Ashley.

    She's the single mother of a funny little girl who shares the same name as my sister Audrey and actually acts a lot like my sister did at that age. Though she had her baby really young, she managed to community college it up all the way to Berkeley and graduated from there a couple of months ago.

    This is the one she made me for Christmas. As you can see, the lady is pregnant with a flamingo. I named her !uestlove. I love that she made this for me, because I really really like it when people associate me with flamingos.



    But you know what would make this situation even better? If someone bought me the lady pregnant with a sans-scrotum testicle to keep !uestlove company when I'm out pounding the pavement and trying to get someone to hire me as a business woman.

    Is it not the most lovely thing? Please see the following and click to visit her Etsy and unload your $$'s into this girl's paypal account.

  • March 03, 07:07 AM

    Vegan Contest


    It's been such a long time since I looked at this place. How boring! Lemme update you with a series of posts. Let's have dinner first.

    During the first week of January or so, Patrick and I were discussing a friend of mine's foray into a macrobiotic diet (Alicia Silverstone, this is your fault, you creep), which resulted in a series of escalating dares that led to us being vegan the past two months.

    The rules are:

    1. We cannot eat any animal product, unless it was in the house before the contest. No sense in wasting food, right?
    2. We may only bring food into the house if it is given to us as a gift or purchased at venue of food that was walked to and walked back from. So that means we only shop at expensive Ralphs, and it sucks.
    3. The worst... Raw Food Sundays. Nothing enters our body that has preservatives or has even reached over the temperature of 108° F. Typically we only eat lettuce, tomatoes, avocados and dried fruits and nuts on this day, because we do not have a food dehydrator for all the popular raw-cipes. We then wait until midnight, where we gorge on whatever we can find that is everything Sundays don't allow.

    Through all this, I was hoping to lose some weight. I mean, why not. No danger dogs, no Del Taco, no pastrami sandwiches, In N' Out, monster burritos or Fat Burger. But the thing is, I really like starch and carbs. I eat more potato products that anything else and when I'm not eating potatoes, I'm eating some sort of rice and beans in a tortilla, or pasta or toast with peanutbutter.

    As for the end of this contest, there is none. It ends when one or the other gives up. We'll see what happens when I finally get tired of eating frozen tater tots and tofu scramble at 3 in the morning.

  • January 09, 11:36 AM

    TwentyOhNine to TwentyTen

    I'm really late to blogging about 2009. It's just that I decided to have more fun in 2010 and that makes blogging hard, because honestly, I don't like doing it that much. However, I do like going back and reading what I said about something, so this will be short.



    2009 was a year of dissatisfaction with the occasional thrill of Los Angeles or almost breaking up. It consisted of a lot of boring work days and internet nights. I managed to leave the state a few times, to Tijuana, Vegas and Laughlin. We had a new addition to our household, Barney... and then lost a few, Wile E, Chuck and Tila. Not to mention several Madagascar Hissing Roaches that are now populating the soil of Lake Forest, where Patrick and I moved in together, just the two of us. Gallons upon gallons of beer was drank at the Iron Mule.

    I got to meet Elvira, watched five seasons of the X-Files, was spanked by a machine, watched two different friends being thoroughly violated by strippers, won 2nd place in a hot wing eating contest, bought an '81 Corolla, cut my hair, looked at mucho filth on the internet, went to a tequila tasting Halloween party, received free lunch for two months, was so happy I could die and topped it off by being too sick to party on New Years.

    And it just isn't enough. I have high expectations for 2010. I have already reconnected with friends I already had and thoroughly partied with newer ones. I have force fed myself to people and they loved it.

    Basically, all I'm trying to say here is, 2009 wasn't too bad and I am really excited for 2010.
  • December 29, 05:13 AM

    I think I love Satan.


    Today I installed Ubuntu onto the netbook Patrick gave me for Christmas, while he played Adom. We're just waiting for the X-Files to finish transferring from the old hard drive to the new one I gave him. He's still scaly and itchy from last week's poison oak. I am trying to find pictures to make Wobble.

    We're disgusting and dorky.
  • November 25, 05:57 PM

    Insects have good taste.


    Today I was having lunch with some old pals from Wachovia, when this mantid chose to jump straight to my breasts and crawl up my neck. And then it posed for a photo. It was smart to jump on me, rather than my lunch companions.
  • November 23, 04:14 AM

    7 lbs

    Today Cakes and I took a trip to Costco for some cheap wieners and chicken bakes, as well as anything else delicious in bulk that will fit in with my new eats regimen.

    I'm not sure why, but due to neither one of us being able to pass up a bargain and my desire to learn how to cook new meats, we ended up with 7 pounds of tofu. 2 cases, each containing three 19 oz packs of firm tofu, summing up to 7.125 lbs of tofu. 3.23184564 kilograms, thanks Google.

    At first, I was a little unsure. I had never made anything with tofu before, although I have had friends make it for me and it seemed easy enough, just season until the flavorless, creamy, jello-like mass tastes like something. Problem is, due to my recent health issues, I've been massively cutting back on salt, and being a strong, independent lady like Beyonce told me to be, I didn't want to go straight to the internet. I wanted to wing it and see what happened.

    Basically, I threw a ton of onion, garlic and shallots in some olive oil, crumbled the tofu in with that, added a pinch of Himalayan seasoning and some Rosemary. Threw in an egg, which after the fact, I realized was unnecessary. Tossed in some halved cherry tomatoes and red pepper, some very sharp white cheddar... and piled it on top of some lavash bread. It was delicious, but not spectacular.

    More boring tofu stories to come, because I am determined to master this thing that barely constitutes as food.

  • November 04, 03:42 AM

    Islands In The Stream


    The last couple of weeks had it's number of changes. Most importantly, my dear milli Tequila passed. It's horribly sad. I can't decide if I want to bury her remains or keep them somehow. I can't explain this.

    Other than that, I quit my job. I'm working temporarily at Buy.com for the holidays. I had my first day and the pro's out weight the cons. Why would I quit my job, right? Well, for one, this new place pays me way more and caters lunch everyday, but also, I absolutely hate the finance and mortgage industry. Every time I get familiar with those who control the ups and downs the trickle down and fuck "main street", I get angry and vulgar.

    My diet was going along excellent, until I ran out of fresh veggies and money to buy more. I'd say I'm going to get back on track, but free lunches. I can deny those. Sorry, body. As for the blood pressure, it hasn't gone anywhere. It's still entirely too high, and that was before my four days of binge drinking that started on Friday. But it was free tequila. And then it was Halloween. I was post-op Charlie Brown, wish I had pictures. Patrick was a guy that fell asleep at a frat party. I painted weiners and "FAG" on his face a lot.

    Right now I feel like I'm a straight up mess. Patrick's birthday was today, but he's been at the casino pretty much all day and didn't want much to do with me this morning. He can't stand when I go through brief periods of trainwreck behavior. I don't blame him, I can be really awful. Sometimes the elastic that is my self-control gets a bit stretched out and I have to wash up and recuperate and purge the happy hour from my system. Recuperation is lonely when your closest friends don't have that elastic and only know one way to have a good time. Isn't being 22 the BEST?

    On the plus side, my hair looks amazing right now.
  • October 18, 03:58 AM

    Getting My Emergency On


    I have a body that just won't quit.

    Warning: Longest, most self-involved, strangely detailed account of a routine trip to the emergency room ever!

    Yesterday, while at the walk-in clinic for some antibiotics to halt a dastardly infection, the nurse routinely checked my blood pressure, which tends to run a little high. Lately, I've been stressed out at my job, seeing as how I hate it with all my heart, and with stress, I expect a little pressure in my temples. Maybe my breathing was a little short, but I'm a real busy gal, sometimes I don't have time to stop and catch my breath. My eyes have been chronically bloodshot for the past six months, but I figured that had more to do with the chronic, rather than busted blood vessels.

    I had been feeling this way for a few weeks, and wouldn't you know it? Turns out, my blood pressure was at 210/151. Now, I'm not an obese person. I don't smoke cigarettes. I do have this kidney disease thing, which might have something to do with it. However, of all the times I have checked my blood pressure at CVS and Walmart, it had never been that high. Highest I had seen was 160/120, LOLTASTIC, amirite?.

    Anyway, the nurse taking it just about had her own heart attack and the doctor came in urging me to have someone drive me to the ER, saying he had already made the call informing them I'd be there. He also said it didn't make any sense that I had not already had a stroke/wasn't 300+ lbs or 60. Patrick stopped by and grabbed me and away we went to Saddleback, for a night on the triage.

    I was surprised, because it really didn't seem like an emergency to me. I had been feeling the same way for weeks, but upon arriving in the waiting room, I was rushed in, even before the dude in the wheelchair and girl hiding inside her coat and the little kid who had busted his head. I was amazed. I had never ever flown through a waiting room that fast before. Once in, they put me in a bed in a hallway and I watched the real life version of Grey Anatomy, although, I gotta say... the EMTs are waaaaay hotter than any of the doctors. Douches to the max, but dreamy, you know?

    I sat around and got pricked with needles and had my blood pressure taken a bazillion times. They gave me some medicine that made me tired, so I conked out for a while, after they moved me to a room. Four hours later, I was a new woman, with new prescriptions and a referral to the free clinic down the road, with strict instructions to make an appointment immediately...

    Totally destroyed my plans to go enjoy Oktoberfest! And my plans to eat horribly delicious and unhealthy food the rest of my life! Cakes and I agreed to remove fatty foods, red meats, swine and excessive salts from our diets for the foreseeable future. I went to Trader Joes and essentially had to restock our entire kitchen, because we didn't have anything coming even close to resembling "healthy". I also stopped by the evil major discount mart to pick up a blood pressure monitoring machine and they had one in PINK. Amazing? Yes. I also grabbed a few prescriptions on the cheap.

    Now, after all this and taking my meds, I'm sitting here itchy as hell with hives, possibly due to the new medication, not sure, and my blood pressure has been sitting at about 150/110 all day, before and after the new pills and peeing every two seconds, because that's how Hydrodiuril do what it do.

    Looks like heart problems are the new kidney problems these days.

    If I don't have a stroke first, I'll continue to post about this, until it is resolved.

    In other news!

    • I think I might start volunteering with a group that assists emancipated youths in their new independent lives.
    • I bought sooo many pairs of false eyelashes and press-on eyeshadows today, because Halloween is the best time to buy supplies that make people wonder if you're a transexual. I plan on hitting it again, after Halloween, when everything is on clearance.
    • I switched titles at my job and I now work under processing instead of sales, which doesn't change anything, just exposes me to the backend instead of ... oh, I'm sorry, did that put you to sleep? Me too!
    • I'm planning on going to visit Ashley and Travis in Berkeley before the end of November. No, but really. I am. I want to go to that bone store for some new hair accessories.
    • This is what I look like at work. Notice the dark circles and my headset.
    • That Mountain Goats cd is pretty good, huh?
    • I went to a wedding the other day and it made me really want to never have a wedding of my own. Ever.
    • MC Chris thing on the 30th, Patrick and I are going.
    • This is the longest blog ever.
    • I'm just making lists now, what are you gonna do about it?
    • I'm going to make a list inside this list now, I hope you can handle this. I used to specialize in keyword research, you see, so take whatever meaning you want: beer, showers, loan modifications, pets, vegetables, sex, Bellevue, bones, neon, X-Files, 81 Toyota Corolla, seasonal items, cubicles, purple shampoo, silent talks, Danny Trejo, curses, self-satisfied, unsatisfied with everything else, metallics, inner monologues.
  • September 30, 03:31 PM

    Cubes

    The Boat Lullabies

    Nothing new, really.
    • I spend a lot of time in a cube, daily.
    • I bought a car that looks like this.
    • As adults, we still act like a bunch of teenagers when the office is having tech problems and we can't do our work. Rather than sit quietly, we all converge to be as noisy and annoying as possible.
    • I have two Otter Pops, still connected, that I am eating at the same time right now. Name brand, even!
    • I'm home on lunch break, but now I have to go back.
    When I was doing less with my life, I had more to say.
  • September 21, 02:02 AM

    Two Years Since I Did The Most Selfish Thing Ever


    And had it work out.

    Patrick and I's two year anniversary was last weekend on the 12th. I had muscular men waving their fannies in my face to celebrate, but to be honest, I'd rather have Cakes over muscular men who are doing naked backflips for me any day of the week.

    I'm not going to say something lame like "he gets me" because he doesn't. He doesn't think like I do, hardly likes any of the same music I do, books, activities, tv shows, movies, activities... He often has me yelling about wanting to have an affair and sometimes I quietly whisper in his ear that I plan on killing him in his sleep. Sometimes I even reveal some of the details of how I would do it.

    But then we have moments like today, where we are doing our best to keep up with Weird Al's Albuquerque and he's driving me all over the place to find a cheap scraper to get me from home to work to bar and back home again. Afterward, we sat on the couch together, watched X-Files reruns and discussed the business we are putting together.

    I sort of love him.


  • September 18, 11:22 PM

    The last two weeks are rated NC-17.

    Between being driven to madness at work, starting an ecommerce business with Patrick and Megan's bachelorette party in Vegas last weekend, my life has been utter filth. Riding my bike straight from work to the bar and shoving dollars down my shirt for a quick thrill. Very minimal internet use, because I spend any down time either coping in a hideous manner or sleeping.

    To be continued...
  • September 07, 02:57 AM

    Haircuts & Co


    Sometimes when I have a sense of dissatisfaction, I escalate my reckless behavior until something or someone snaps and then I start over from the very beginning.
    .
    But then again, I can always just have half my hair hacked off.
  • September 01, 09:54 PM

    A "Mission" to "Lake Forest"


    Over the last week and a half or so, we have been loading Patrick's Yaris with loads of our unorganized clutter to our new apartment, sans-roommate, in Lake Forest.


    It isn't a fancy apartment by any means, but I like it better than the Vista Del Suck apartments in Mission. This complex is huge and lacking in personality, but it does have a trail behind it that goes through a stream and some woods and the complex itself is covered in trees and cuddly raccoons.

    The raccoons are great actually, I love them. First night we were moving stuff in, it was about 1 or so in the morning and I saw some and very excitedly, in a bizarre return of my Southern accent, started hollering "COONS! THERE'S COONS UP THERE! COONS!" before remembering my black upstairs neighbor probably didn't appreciate the ruckus. I've kept my semi-offensive language to myself ever since, I just hope she didn't hear the "It's amazing how much like monkeys they are!"

    FACT: When I was just a child, we had a pet raccoon. She was simultaneously the best and worst pet.
    Anywaaaay, the new apartment is neat and we finally have everything over here, which I was supposed to put away while Cakes was in Vegas for the weekend, but it was really too hot to do anything but lay on the couch, watching Man v. Food in the newd.

    Picsplz?



    Octopus cookie jar bday pressie from Latisha.

    Yeah, I own something with Comic Sans on it. Typography snobs:
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    Rape-like bruises, acquired while moving a couch. No, really.



    Did I mention it was hot over the weekend? I know up in LA it was well, on fire, and all... but it was 104 degrees down here. Patrick was in Vegas and I had to go to a bar and watch the fights by myself. It was lonely and sad, but where there's a cover charge and a sports bar, there will be douchebags to talk to during which, so it was ok. I drank a really expensive x-rated mojito and left that bar angry as hell and went to the Mule. Glug, glug, I have decided to lay off the beers for a little while and concentrate on eating fatty foods instead, as a hedonistic way of killing myself slowly.

    It's like a real game of playing house now. Chuck is back in Banning and we're left to deal with each other alone now. We're even going to start our own business. Cakes and I are partners now, through and through.

  • August 19, 12:16 AM

    Some Real California Gold


    I don't have a lot of time, so let's make this quick. I'm not from California, therefore I did not grow up watching Huell Howser. I was vaguely aware based on what friends would talk about, but I was never properly introduced until a Youtube fest with a particular guy named Sean.

    Now the Huell creeps into my voice and dialog on the daily, and yet... I still have never seen an entire episode.

    Watch the following videos and really feel his power.



  • August 16, 03:29 AM

    Somewhere That's Green


    My cat, Wile E. Cyrus, has been gone for three days now. He's disappeared for a day at a time before, but never this long. I think my roommate let him out, because he always does that on accident and is too lazy to go bring them back in. It's bummed me out so much, I've tried not to really talk about it. Every weekend, the boys I live with manage to lose a pet that I really like. Now I've pretty much given up and I basically am just crying.

    I keep having this Audrey from Little Shop Of Horrors-esque fantasy, minus the kids and tv dinners. Patrick and I are moving into an apartment together, and I have been daydreaming of this sweet pad where I'll be able to have people over for bbqs sometimes and watch movies and stuff... but no. It will never be that way. I'd spend so much time cleaning up after Patrick, there's no way I'd ever have the energy to entertain. Not to mention, he's sort of not my favorite person at the moment. I'm in a place right now, where if I saw him step on a nail, I'd probably laugh really hard at him, rather than encourage him to get a tetanus shot.

    It's another one of those weekends where I'd rather be at work reading about other people's hardships, instead of sitting around sulking about my own. Sometimes I wish you could tweeze certain elements out of your life, like a stray eyebrow hair. Out of your life, out of a decent appearance.


  • August 11, 04:14 AM

    Rhythmically Laughing With Myself



    Just a status update, I'm still alive.

    I am so close to owning a Cadillac again. Just a month or so more of saving, that is, if the apartment thing (still not resolved!) doesn't wipe me out. I was thinking about buying some more office/bike appropriate clothes this weekend, but now I think I'll just slum it until I can step out of a fine automobile, in my many, many skirts.

    I'm hoping that I still occasionally ride my bike. I'm enjoying what it's doing to my legs and bum, I just don't care for showing up to work drenched in my own sweat. I usually bring a sweater or overshirt to put on once I get there, but I still spend the rest of the day paranoid about whether or not I smell bad. Maybe that's why it's so hard to get them to train me!


    Other highlights from the past week:
    • I met the owner of my favorite bar. He's a hillbilly, so naturally we got along real well. I knew that bar couldn't be owned by a true Californian.
    • My lappy is still lacking a charger. I'm using Patrick's at the moment, but he usually forgets to bring his home. I would buy a new one, but I think I'm going to buy a new laptop in a couple months anyway.
    • I finally went to court and got this mess cleared up. Major load off my back, but now I have to go to the DMV at some point and actually reinstate my license, but the DMV is no longer open here on any Saturdays and barely any Fridays. I'm too new at my job to be taking off time willy nilly, but I might just do it anyway. It's so important!
    • I have been watching a new Nic Cage movie every weekend. When I run out of Nic Cage movies, I'm gonna watch a new Danny Trejo flick. This is what my life has evolved into.
    • Patrick and I are going to try to switch to a one-bedroom within our own apartment complex. Now that I'm making a little more money, he's not being such a jerk about the whole thing. Making more money is the key to our love, I suppose.
    • Barney got lost the other night. Stupid immature irresponsible boyfriends + pets = staying out until after midnight searching the hills of Foothill Ranch for a chubby beagle. Turned out, Oakley Security had him the whole time and put out flyers the next day.
    • There is a no cursing policy at my new job. This is difficult for me, but I am trying really hard. Have you noticed? Search this post and my future posts for swears, you won't see many.
    • Oh, my new job... it's alright. It keeps me busy, pays a little more than my old job, makes the day go by faster, located next to my precious Mule and my coworkers are sweethearts for the most part. And really, really Christian. Even though I'm not religious myseld, I'm not one of those militant anti-Christian jerks you normally find on the internet, so I actually enjoy it. I can talk about God with anyone, or the Universe, whatever... so long as I don't feel like I have to go to church with them on the regular...
    • The fights on Saturday destroyed my crush on Forrest Griffin. I was ok with him being sort of a puss about losing, but "dislocated jaw" or not, in a situation where you get knocked out like a cartoon, you gotta laugh a little bit. Just a little. Then you can cry and run off, I suppose.
    I think that's it.

    About the church thing, I've actually majorly been in the mood for hymns lately. Oh, and Afro-funk.

    I need to get to bed now and dream a little bit, before I have to get up and handle the day to day.
  • August 01, 04:35 AM

    About To Slip Down

    Today I quit my job at 5:40PM. I emailed my boss, explaining that it was strictly business. Yesterday at around 2PM, someone called me, because they saw my resume somewhere on the internet and wanted me to come in for an interview. At 12PM today I went in for that interview and it went really well, although at the end, I thought I had blown it. However, at 5PM they called me and told me to come in on Monday.

    On the way to the interview I was thinking about when I was first hired at the bank, three years ago. While I was pondering this, Throw Some D's the Kanye remix, came on the radio and it reminded me of one big Filipino guy in particular. He had moved up to San Jose years ago and I hadn't seen him since. Tonight I ran into him at Ralphs, while buying my bus pass. He was at the lottery scratcher machine.

    Turns out he lives in the same apartment complex as me. I think we're going to bbq on Sunday. Can't stay too late that night though, because I have to wake up early and go to my new job.
  • July 22, 05:47 PM

    I'm bankin' on NetSpend.


    If you know me... and you should, I talk about myself every chance I get, you would know that I used to make my living at the bank, doing loans and financing. This experience from inside the buildings where the sneaky executives ran the various departments who made banking a terrible endeavor is what made me positively hate the bank. I didn't want my money within reach of their greedy paws and with interests rates so low and the number of senseless fees so high, I no longer saw any point in keeping it there, so I stopped.

    I now do things the old fashioned way, and while I don't keep money under my mattress (it wouldn't stay there long enough to be worthwhile), I don't keep it at the bank. Rather, I keep my savings stored away and my spending money on me. This has done wonders for my spending habits, which are pretty bad, but have gotten much better. No more waiting and waiting for my online statement to catch up, only to find that the bank (and this is policy) took the largest purchase out first, despite when made, so that the smaller purchases could add up their own individual overdraft charges... see, I told you I was bad.

    I really love my new way of regulating myself and keeping my money, but at times it would prove difficult because how do you pay your cell phone bill online, Netflix or purchase a bunch of cute things on Etsy if you don't have some plastic on you? I've tried the gift card approach, which was very expensive and not worth it. In my search to fix this problem, I came across NetSpend. This is a company that allows you to either have your entire paycheck deposited directly onto a Prepaid Visa Card or you can load it with cash at their reloading stations, one of which just happens to be at the grocery store I frequent.

    Needless to say, I should be getting visits from the UPS guy real soon!
  • July 22, 03:55 PM

    I got worries, I got troubles.


    Selfishly, of course.

    My roomie was canned yesterday, as a consequence to questioning one of their new policies. Unfortunate, but one of those things. Whatever makes it easier for that very popular sunglasses company to cut costs and buy more tanks for promotional use.

    Anyway, this leaves us in an interesting place. My living situation is dependent on sharing the rent with both Patrick AND Chuck, and with this change in employment, I'm guessing Chuck doesn't want to continue living in bougie South Orange County. I don't blame him, all his friends are in Riverside and he was wanting to do this anyway, but before he had reservations due to not wanting to quit his job and find another. Now he has no choice, so it only makes sense. Patrick and I alone cannot afford, and really do not need, our two bedroom apartment, but it still remains to be seen if we can afford a one bedroom in the area.

    I am pretty sure it's doable, but we have so many pets and stuff and I get the feeling he's a bit over Orange County as well. Thing is, I actually love it here. I think it's beautiful, this is where a lot of my friends are, not to mention the beach (which I rarely visit, but it's nice to know it's right there.) My friends in Riverside County are fine for the weekends, but if I had them nearby at all times, I'm pretty sure it would be disastrous. You see, the IE is basically the Myspace of California. Sure it has it's functions and I can have my trashy fun there and there are some good bands and artists there... but come on. You're bound to get some spammy shit hanging around there too much. Not to mention, my job and his job is out here. That would be a pretty strong commute. I mean, who wants to visit the 91 Freeway on the daily? NOT I!

    Sadly, our lease is up next month and there is no way in hell we can afford to go month to month. It looks like my car money I've been saving is going to go right down the drain as well.
  • July 15, 07:57 PM

    I mean, look what happened to Kirk Cameron.


    That figures. After having an internal meltdown yesterday, today I'm ok. I think it might be a little bit of growing pains and then of course, the wallet pains everyone else is experiencing. It's so hard to have immense, reckless, fun when you have to show up to work to get your dollars, and even then, I'm not exactly making it rain.

    At the same time, do I even want to be that reckless anymore? I feel like I can't keep up with the people my age, because my body won't endure both partying and work, but also, it's lost some of it's charm. I don't want to be the girl who has nothing going on aside from "omg, guys, last night I got so druuuuunnnnnnkkkk". It's turning me straight-up vapid and while, come on, who doesn't like to throw back a few and get silly... I don't want it to become me.

    But, on the other hand, most of the glorious, interesting, activities and events the fabulous Southern California has to offer requires some cash, and at the very most, a car. I don't have either of those things. Right now, I have to be so conservative with my money, because really, anything I have left after paying rent, must be saved for the car situation. When I have that, I should be saving for when we move into a house, and finding another job, and paying to have whatever junker I end up with repaired. I feel sort of stuck. I don't feel like there's a way out of this any time soon.

    My situation isn't that bad though, and you know why? Because any time I feel like it, I can find old pictures of buff men, running nude on the beach. And isn't that all anyone needs?


  • July 14, 08:13 PM

    Destressing Me Out


    I need to destress. My blood pressure is out of control, despite my change in eating habits and I clench my fists in frustration while awake and grind my teeth into oblivion at night.

    These are my ideas of how to combat this current state of mind:

    • Punch problematic people in the face.
    • Wear headphones with Connie Francis blaring in my ears at all times, in order to drown at the sounds and voices that make my eye twitch.
    • Yoga
    And after this, I'm at a lost. What to do, what to do.

    Nothing in particular has happened in the last week or so. Nothing stands out in my mind as being good or bad, but I think between the fact I haven't had a quiet moment to myself in a long while, a moment with strangers or maybe the fact I'm stuck at a job that, while I like it, it isn't paying to keep things functioning and within my control has finally ate away through all the various alcohols and medicines and boyfriends and silverlining pushing I have used as a barrier all this time and I'm feeling it. I'm feeling it hard and it's making me angry.

    Also, I know some real dumbass people and normally I don't have this hard a time dropping people out of my life. But when they are leeching off someone you DO like... that also makes me angry.

    Not details necessary, I just wanted a reason to make a mosaic.

    Oh, look, I updated my domain: ilikedginger.net

    And at least the boyfriend is being supportive.

    me: can you do me a huge favor tonight? and snuggle me really hard. I'm feeling so awful.
    5:05 PM mr.cakes: sure, I am having an exceptionally frustrating day of my own
    5:06 PM me: maybe we can release some of our frustrations together WINK WINK
    mr.cakes: ...if you cant wink in real life then you can't wink on the internet
    BLINK BLINK
    me: :'(
    mr.cakes: just like mormons can drinks beer
    and so forth
    5:07 PM does backflip
  • July 06, 07:38 PM

    If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.


    Time for another list, as I try to keep my mind active:

    • I am incredibly sleepy right now. I only got a few hours of sleep last night, because I couldn't sleep and then I went on a Wikipedia binge, reading about early 20th century "sewing circles". UGH. Once upon a time, I could do this. Not now. Work on little to no sleep that is, not lez out in sewing circles.
    • Yesterday we watched Awakenings. One of my bigger fears is of going insane. It's bound to happen, I might be losing it.
    • On the 4th, I rode on the back of Cake's motorcycle to Long Beach and drank beer and got a girl mad at me and apologized and hung out with more girls and etc etc. It was actually really uneventful.
    • Yesterday night I gave Wile E Cyrus a bath. I gave him some Benadry, but it didn't help at all. The pet advice websites are liars. I couldn't even get Biggie to try it. He was so mad, hissing, scratching, biting, spitting, I didn't even want be near him, so no bath for him. Wiles is so soft now though and smells like coconuts. I'm gonna do the dogs tonight. Sometimes all the animals gather around a stare at me. We might have too many pets.
    • Fights this weekend! I'm gonna get drunk in front of my boyfriend's family probably!
    • I have major back pain lately. Is it because I'm old now?
  • July 03, 06:27 AM

    Help me, Tiger. I don't know what to do.


    Killer Condom is one of the best queer movies ever. I haven't seen Brokeback or Milk, but it has to rank up there.

    The plot, from wiki:

    Set in the seedy parts of New York City, Killer Condom follows gay detective Luigi Mackeroni (Samel), who has been hired to investigate a series of bizarre attacks at the Hotel Quickie in which their male guests have all had their penises mysteriously bitten off. While at the crime scene, he enlists the services of a beautiful young gigolo named Bill and invites him up to the crime room. Before the two men engage in sex, a carnivorous, living condom interrupts them and bites Mackeroni's testicle off.

    Now on a personal vendetta, Mackeroni begins his lone quests to not only bring a stop to the rash of condom attacks, but also face his true feelings towards Bill the gigolo. Soon, the detective learns that the pernicious prophylactics are actually genetically-engineered creatures, part of a vast conspiracy of a religious cult bent on ridding the world of sexual deviants.

    The video clip above is my favorite part of the movie, a transexual lipsynching to April Stevens' Teach Me Tiger.


    Earlier today, this week, whatever, I have been a bit paranoid and maybe a little bit of a hypochondriac. I've been getting bad bruises again for no reason and my body feels exhausted. I think it's because my roots are growing out. That's the obvious answer. I have neglected my hair and a mousy shade of light chestnut has creeped out of my scalp. Hopefully I will have time to take care of this tomorrow, because I don't think I will enjoy my 4th of July, whatever it may bring, in such poor health.
  • June 30, 07:29 AM

    Mi piace, è bello, bello.


    Some of the thoughts and occurrences rushing through my head, making it difficult to sleep tonight because my head WILL NOT SHUT OFF:

    • How long to you have to kiss up to your cat after accidentally stepping on his tail?
    • The new Firefox is an improvement, speed wise. I'm even using it instead of Chrome right now. I missed Greasemonkey, Foxytunes and FireFTP so bad.
    • O Mio Babbino Caro makes everything so cartoonishly poignant, just like my dreams.
    • I keep dreaming that people from my past are coming back and harming me, in ways. But in the dream, while the gunshots to the head and the shackles and entrapment against my will only seem to be hilarious, sad, somewhat minor annoyances. Until I wake up, all shaken and jittery.
    • People are so dysfunctional. Sometimes I sit with my legs out and stare at them and really recognize what a large ape I am and it is almost comforting remembering what a simple mammmal I can really be.
    • Why do I feel like I'm on the drugs right now? I'm not on anything. I think my brain is deteriorating. I'm gonna end up like Robert. The one that lives in San Bernardino. Not the one who associated with my alter-ego.
    • I get headaches in my eyes and I think it's because of computers. I also have a red blotch on my right eye that never goes away. It's been there for probably a good 7 months or so. I also bet I have hairs wrapped around my eyes.
    • I want to hear Ian Bavitz sing the Humpty Dance.
    • I used to plug Zicam so hard to people. Maybe someone listened and lost their sense of smell.
    • All Hail West Texas is such a good CD for night time.
    • Employment, employment, employment.
    • Do people still throw themselves off Ponte Vecchio?

    Otherwise...

    My birthday on Sunday was fine. At midnight I was in a girl's front yard, being loud and obnoxious and that was before the rum. I slept in until 11am when Patrick brought me a breakfast sandwich in bed and slept some more until 3. I lazed about until eventually we got dinner and watched Crank 2 at home and went out to the bar for appropriate loudness.

    Presents received include anatomical prints of hands, a black widow, framed pictures of Josephine Baker and Django Reinhardt, several stories, a cookie jar, crab nachoss and some cake.
  • June 27, 07:54 PM

    Boojiboo Flirty Apron GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!

    Boojiboo Flirty Apron GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!

    I'm convinced that if I had an apron that covered my bust, as well as my nethers, I'd bake more often.
Blargh!

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  • March 14, 11:00 PM

    Pipeline Conversation

    psycrasher has added a photo to the pool:

    Pipeline Conversation

  • March 16, 05:00 PM

    Showing: Ansel Adams - Photographs of Japanese-American Internment @ Library of Congress

    Legendary American photographer, Ansel Adams, currently has some unique work on display at the Prints and Photographs division at the Library of Congress. Best known for his idyllic landscapes photos, he took on a different venture in 1943 when he was asked to document the Manzanar War Relocation Center (AKA: Japanese internment camp). Using his iconic lens, we get to see how life was for Japanese-Americans at these notorious internment facilities.

    This is the first time that this rare collection of portraits, landscapes and stills has been available for the public to experience. Check out some images after the jump.



    Via the Library of Congress

  • March 16, 04:48 PM

    The Shining Cuckoo Clock

    Nice piece from artist Chris Dimino - Every hour Jack Torrance breaks through the door and says “Heeere’s Johnny!”. Clearly intolerable in a bedroom but maybe an office wall?..

    Via Culture Popped – great new blog I have only recently discovered.


  • March 16, 11:28 AM

    The Ballets Russes

    Costume and Scenery Designs

    "The Russian Ballet, also known as the Ballets Russes, was founded by Serge Diaghilev* (1872-1929). Diaghilev, the Russian Ballet's producer and creative director, rejected conventional ideas of ballet. His great achievement was to integrate design, music and dance. By encouraging the artistic collaboration of painters, choreographers and composers, Diaghilev created a new art-modern ballet. From 1909 until 1929 the company performed in Paris, throughout Europe and in North and South America. Ironically, the Russian Ballet company never appeared in Russia."[source]

    ballerina sketches
    Portrait: Olga Spessivtzeva*

    Pencil and pastel drawing on paper by Maurice Charpentier, 1935, for a Serge Diaghilev production.



    Pulcinella : scene drawing
    Pulcinella : scene drawing

    Inkwash on paper sketch by Ethelbert White (undated) for a production that included the dancer, Léonide Massine*.



    Ballets Russes: sketch portrait of Tamara Karsavina
    Salome: portrait of Tamara Karsavina*

    Watercolour on paper sketch by George Barbier, 1914.



    Costume design: [young man with swan]
    Costume design: [young man with swan]

    Undated gouache and pencil drawing on pasteboard by Nicolas Remisoff*.




    La Valse: costume design for Vera Karalli
    La Valse: costume design for Vera Karalli*

    1922 gouache and silver leaf sketch by Pavel Tchelitchev* for a Berlin production.



    Le Cirque : ballet set design
    Le Cirque : set design

    1927 gouache on paper drawing by Alexandra Exter for Le Cirque, a ballet by Elsa Krüger, a dancer and the manager of Berlin’s Russian Theatre.



    Othello costume designs for swordsmen
    Othello: costume designs for swordsmen

    Gouache drawings from 1927 by Alexandra Exter



    chalk sketches of German folkloric figures
    Till Eulenspiegel : costume design : Foule [men]

    1916 coloured chalk and pencil on paper design by Robert Jones for a ballet about the impudent German folkloric figure, Dyl Ulenspegel*, choreographed by Vaslav Nijinsky*.



    ballet scene design: bear in uniform with lady
    Set design for an unidentified production

    Gouache and pencil on pasteboard sketch by Nicolas Remisoff, possibly for a 1938 production of Beauty and the Beast.



    anthropomorphic pig and fox drawings for the ballet, Petrushka
    Petrouchka: costume design: civil servant disguised as a pig and worker disguised as a fox

    Watercolour, pen and ink and pencil on paper: 1957 design by Alexandre Benois* for the Igor Stravinsky scored production of Petrouchka (Petrushka).



    watercolour stylistic character sketches
    Paganini: costume design : Scandal, Gossip, Greed and Jealousy

    Undated watercolour sketch by Serge Soudeikine. The ballet, Paganini, emerged from a close collaboration between choreographer Michel Fokine* and composer Sergei Rachmaninoff, who together co-wrote the libretto. (premiered in 1939)



    scene design: sketch of ruins
    Scene design for unknown production

    Undated gouache drawing on illustration board by scenery and costume designer, Andre Delfau.




    sketch of angry clown
    Costume design for unknown production: Clown

    Undated crayon drawing by Serge Soudeikine.



    male face caricature ballet design sketch
    Four Seasons: character study: Man with Pipe

    Undated crayon drawing by Serge Soudeikine.



    stylised gouache sketch of 2 men
    Death of Tarelkin: costume design: [two men]

    Undated gouache and pencil on paper sketch by Alexandra Exter [or Ekster] (d. 1949), who is described on wikipedia as "a Russian-Ukrainian painter (Cubo-Futurist, Suprematist, Constructivist) and designer."


    costume design sketch: stylised beak-faced figure
    Death of Tarelkin : costume design : beak-nosed figure

    1921 gouache sketch by Alexandra Exter.


    [click through for enlarged versions; in most cases much larger images are available from the source site; some of the above images have been cropped and background spot-cleaned modestly; most of the notes above are quoted or paraphrased; a few more images were saved in this set]


    Russian Theatre Designs from the Harvard Theatre Collection - Most of these are associated with productions of Diaghilev's Ballets Russes. Note that there is a thirty minute access timer once you click through so don't -ahem!- save forty URLs expecting to view them later but John informs me that there is a 'bookmark this item' link for each image that I didn't notice.

    Review of the collection in Harvard Magazine.

    Wikipedia has a reasonable background to the Ballets Russes and a fair sampling of related links.


  • March 15, 03:35 PM

    Millipedes, Millipedes, and More Millipedes

    Here in the northeastern U.S., we've had our share of winter precipitation. First, it snowed for months on end. Now it won't stop raining. Unfortunately for me, that means my basement is flooded. I've spent all day bailing out, and the water just keeps pouring back in.

    Along with the rain water and the mud, hundreds of millipedes have washed into my cellar. So in honor of the many millipedes that were sucked up in my wet vac today, I offer you these articles on the Class Diplopoda.

    Now excuse me while I go back to bailing.

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  • March 15, 02:42 PM

    Cut Your Makeup Time in Half

    Most of us who are strained for time in the morning- I'm sure that would be about 99% of you- need a makeup product that does two things at once. And I'm also sure that most of us would like to find that duo product in a product that we ALREADY own, without having to buy another expensive product.

    I was feeling creative-and thrifty- yesterday and was sifting through my lipstick drawer (yes, I have a bathroom drawer devoted specifically to lipstick and glosses) to find a color that could work on my cheeks as well as my lips. I was super bored and tired of using the same 3 blushes all the time...can you tell??!

    So I came across one of my fave colors that literally goes with almost everything I put on, Estee Lauder's Pure Color lipstick in "Sugar Honey" ($22). It's the perfect combo of a brownish rose color with a hint of gold in it.

    So I thought to myself, "if this is my go to color whenever I put on a t-shirt or a dress, then why shouldn't it work for my cheeks as well?" That's how I knew I had a duo product. This color is not too dark, not too light, not too matte, not too glossy, just creamy enough to mimic a cheek stain. And best of all, I don't even need a blush brush to apply it! I used it directly from the tube for both lips and cheeks, and just rubbed it in real good with my finger when doing the cheek thing.

    Check out my photo of me wearing my new/old lipstick as cheek color too- turned out pretty good huh?? So my advice to you if you want a new quick look, but don't want to go pay for one, sift through your makeup drawer and play around with this idea.

    Let me know what color you find does "double duty"!!

  • March 15, 03:47 PM

    Zebra snapped putting head in hippopotamus’s mouth

    Zebra and hippo at Zurich Zoo - Image: Jill Sonsteby/Solent News A zebra at Zurich Zoo appeared to be staring into the jaws of death when visitors saw it nose to nose with an open-mouthed hippopotamus.

    But the hippo had no intention of having the zebra for lunch – it was having its teeth cleaned.

    The extraordinary sight was captured by photographer Jill Sonsteby, from Jacksonville, Florida.

    She said the teeth-cleaning session lasted 15 minutes and the zebra came to no harm.

    “The zebra was in the same enclosure as the hippo and its baby,” said Ms Sonsteby, 34.

    “The hippo opened its mouth and let the zebra in there to clean.

    “Everybody was snapping pictures. It was so great to be there at that moment.”

    Dangerous

    The hippopotamus is regarded as one of the most aggressive creatures in the world and has a bite that can cut a small boat in half.

    Hippos can weigh up to three tonnes and are the third largest land mammal in the world.

    Although they rarely kill each other, hundreds of fatal attacks on people in Africa have been recorded.

    Despite its bulky frame, the hippo can outrun a human on land over short distances.

    via BBC News – Zebra snapped putting head in hippopotamus’s mouth.


  • March 16, 12:14 AM

    night porter

    Charlotte Rampling and Dirk Bogarde in Il portiere di notte. Liliana Cavani. 1974.


  • March 15, 02:01 PM

    Art Nouveau Disney Princesses

    Do you like Disney Princesses and Art Nouveau? Really? Well, this is going to be, like, your favorite thing ever.










    SOURCE
  • March 15, 05:34 PM

    The LA Times Interviews Jayden Chunks Tequila's Mom...




    Tila Tequila had looked everywhere, but she could not find her pills.

    "I need to take my medication. My happy pills," she said, as she pushed aside some of the empty Red Bull cans that were strewn about her Studio City house. She wouldn't name the medication but explained, "Just so much has been going on, my doctor has been giving me stuff to help me cope."

    It was a late, very rainy evening in January, and the 28-year-old reality television star and tabloid mainstay -- born Thien-Thanh Thi Nguyen -- had not had a good day. Only a few moments earlier, she'd opened the door to her home to find that her dog, Onyx, had chewed up a pair of her Lucite heels. She chained him to a stripper pole. With a Swiffer mop from the kitchen, she tried to brush aside the pieces of chewed up shoe, but the Velcro mop affixed itself to her rug instead. "I don't know how to use this thing," she said, tossing it aside in frustration.

    She was trying to clean up before being photographed, a prospect she found irritating, although she had previously agreed to it.

    "What is this for again?" she said, sitting down at her piano, which was covered in Christmas tree lights and vases of roses. "I'm not gonna do like a model, Maxim thing. That's not who I am anymore." Instead, she had opted to play a tribute song to her late fiancée, 30-year-old Johnson & Johnson heiress Casey Johnson, who died in January from diabetes complications.

    "Summertime," Tequila sang, her eyes closed, "summertime has gone away."

    
    Indeed, it has been a dark couple of months for Tequila, who is probably best known as the star of a MTV reality show that ran for two seasons, the bisexual dating competition "A Shot at Love With Tila Tequila." Tequila insists she is tired of the sexualized image of herself she established on the show and would now like to be seen as a businesswoman. But she seems unable to stop perpetuating the drama of her own life.

    Back in 2007, after "A Shot at Love" debuted, Tequila seemed like the embodiment of a 21st century success story. A Vietnamese immigrant who longed for the spotlight, she had adopted a provocative stage name, posed nude in Playboy and cultivated a loyal following on MySpace just as the social media site was taking off. But after her MTV series ended, Tequila was left without anything to promote. So she began selling the drama of her own life: blogging and tweeting constantly, posting suggestive videos of herself online and posing for paparazzi outside popular nightclubs. Last September, Tequila alleged that NFL linebacker Shawne Merriman had choked and physically restrained her. He denied the charges, and the San Diego district attorney declined to make it a criminal case.

    Her sometimes outlandish antics made her both a tabloid staple and target, especially when she entangled herself with others who made news, like Johnson. In December, the two began dating and quickly got engaged; Johnson died only a month after she began seeing Tequila. Several gossip blogs deemed their relationship a publicity stunt, referencing a December video the two uploaded from bed -- clad in push-up bras as Tequila kissed Johnson and showed off the 17-carat engagement ring her new fiancée had given her -- as evidence.

    Johnson's death threw Tequila into a tailspin. She wrote online about her grief, posted videos of herself sobbing. Her publicist quit, saying the two needed to part ways while Tequila dealt "with the loss of her fiancée." Tequila herself announced she was pregnant and would retire from Hollywood to work behind the scenes as a record executive and manager.

    In February, she wrote on her blog that she was deleting her Twitter account. "For now. . . . I must disappear for a few months. . . . Tila Tequila, a legend in the making, the Saga continues. . . ."

    Tequila's family fled Vietnam while she was still in the womb. They traveled by boat to Singapore, where she was born. When the girl was 1, her family immigrated to the United States, settling in Houston.

    She described her upbringing as a challenging time, living on welfare and food stamps. By day, her mother worked as a seamstress and her father washed dishes. By night, the whole family shared one bed.

    "At night you could literally hear all of the roaches, hundreds of them, flying around," she said.

    Tequila paused as her young male assistant arrived.

    "Look," she said, bouncing up to show him the one-piece pink fleece pajamas she wore. "I'm a Teletubby! If I have to poop, I just pull down this little flap in the back." She demonstrated by yanking down the flap, revealing her bare behind.

    After her assistant left, she talked about her adolescence: sneaking out, partying, even an Ecstasy drug overdose. After high school, Tequila formed bands and tried to reform her wild ways, according to a former band member. "She wasn't a big partier," recalled Johnny Joe Munoz, who answered an ad the teenager had placed on Craigslist in 2001 looking to form a group, which they later named Beyond Betty Jean. "Us guys would kill a 12-pack at any rehearsal and that was surprising to her. She'd make comments like, 'You guys OK?' "

    Shortly afterward, Tequila was discovered by a Playboy scout and posed naked as Playboy.com's Cyber Girl of the Week in April 2002. She was later featured in four issues of Playboy magazine.

    "I had already gotten my breast implants, or whatever. I already had an adult woman's body at that age," said Tequila, whose large chest contrasts with her otherwise petite figure. Just as she began to talk about experimenting with her sexuality, she halted. "This is getting, like, too personal."

    It was an ironic comment, coming from a woman who often seems to thrive on sharing her personal life with the public and her "Tila Army" on MySpace, where she now has nearly 4 million friends. In fact, it was her intimate rapport with her fan base that made Tequila attractive to MTV.

    "She was known for how open and honest she was with talking about her sexuality," recalled SallyAnn Salsano, the executive producer on "A Shot at Love," in which men and women competed to become Tequila's significant other.

    The series went on to become a pop culture touchstone after it debuted in 2007, at its high point attracting 6.2 million viewers, according to the Nielsen Co. On the show, Tequila coquettishly looked on as suitors competed in physical challenges. She was at once an aggressive dominatrix and wide-eyed baby doll. The program tapped into the successful formula of reality dating shows like "The Bachelor," pushing the genre to the limit while capitalizing on the audience's fascination with bisexuality.

    Tequila has made various attempts to monetize her name since the series ended, though it's unclear how profitable her ventures have been.

    She says she is the owner of her own management and record companies. On her music project, Tila Tequila Records, she said she has signed former B2K member Raz B.

    "There's a lot of labels out there, but you can sell 20,000 on a major and that would be a flop," said 24-year-old Raz B, who said he received a hefty advance from Tequila. "If I sell 20,000 with Tila, I can get $200,000 because I keep all of my mechanical royalties" -- in other words, proceeds from recordings.

    Last fall, Tequila also launched the beta version of an 18-and-over website called Tila's Hot Spot Dating, an online dating site on which subscribers who pay a $19.99 monthly fee are privy to racy live chats with the star. Internet consultant Patrick Ford was brought in to help build the website, which he said was originally going to be a joint project between Girls Gone Wild founder Joe Francis' company Mantra Films and Tequila.

    "Joe and Tila had signed an agreement that they were going to go into the online dating business together," said Ford, who often fielded calls in the middle of the night from Tequila if the site was having technical issues. "There's been a lot of bad press about it, but it clearly states it's an adult website. If Tila wants to flash her [breasts] at 1 o'clock in the morning, she's totally free to do that." Francis said he is no longer working with Tequila on the project.

    "I had looked to do business with Tila, but it never materialized," he told The Times. "I wish her all the best in her future endeavors."

    Tequila has a complicated relationship with the Internet. Tequila said her "team" urged her to delete her Twitter page, which she did earlier this month. Before eradicating her account, in the later hours of many evenings, she would log on to her website or her Twitter page, posting profanity-laden series of Tweets or explicit videos. In one recent video, dressed in a low-cut dress with a slit nearly reaching up to her underwear, she sang a song for Johnson and rubbed what appeared to be a fake gun sensually up and down her body. In another, she masturbated.

    That all, of course, provided the tabloids with a seemingly endless drip of material. In January, after her publicist, Jessica Cohen, quit, Tequila sent what she said was an ultrasound of her fetus to Radar Online, told the press that rapper the Game was the baby's father and posted a video of herself dancing around in lingerie to show off her belly, though she was still extremely thin.

    When presented by The Times with questions, some of which were about her pregnancy, Tequila responded via a series of e-mails.

    "I thought you were a real journalist, not a trash mag gossip blogger?" she wrote. "But yes I'm busy working now, getting booked all over the world because God has blessed me for being one of the last few people on earth is who genuine."

    She acquired a new publicist, Brad Taylor of Big Machine Media, who in an e-mail sent to The Times said Tequila had "decided she is not going to talk about anything personal for now." The same message contained four supportive, unsolicited quotes from an eclectic group, including music executive Russell Simmons and pundit Meghan McCain.

    Others, like MTV producer Salsano, say they are troubled by the recent events of Tequila's life.

    "If I had a crystal ball, this isn't what I would have seen for her," Salsano said. "I actually think she's just on a desperate hunt for love. That was really all she ever wanted."

    Back at her home this year, Tequila said she was aware that her penchant for self-exposure can be problematic. "Sometimes when I'm alone, about to go to sleep, that's when I feel too comfortable and I say things that are too personal," she said. "I feel safe and it's like, 'Oh, it's early, nobody is listening.' I talked to my therapist about that. She said sometimes when you feel like the world is too much, you go to the Internet, you have a meltdown, you go online and you talk and you feel like you're entertaining everyone and you get a temporary high, right? Like a drug. And she said when I'm done, the high comes down and I get this huge backlash from the media -- like, 'Oh, my God, what are you doing?' "



    source    .

    This is what Tila had to say about the article on Twitter.
     
    ETA: Mods can we get a Tila Tequila tag please? I'm pretty sure her crazy isn't going to let up anytime soon.
     
  • March 15, 10:00 AM

    playing with pictures: the art of victorian photocollage


    a few weeks ago amy and i trekked into the city for a girly day that included lunch at E.A.T (followed by a seriously amazing eclair from the to-go side of the shop) and a visit to the MET to check out “playing with pictures: the art of victorian photocollage“. i’ll be honest, when it comes to most things victorian, i’m usually not the most enthusiastic girl on the block. i think i’m missing that gene that makes me love victorian art, jane austen adaptations, and anything horse/riding related. but man am i glad that amy suggested we go. from the moment i walked in i was completely glued to the walls, staring at each of these amazing little collages.



    when i think of victorian women, my rather limited knowledge of the era makes me think of stuffy ladies in corsets sitting around sipping tea. but this show taught me that not only were the doing more than sipping tea, they were spending their time creating amazing photocollage albums that combined cut photographs of their families with whimsical illustrations and watercolors of landscapes and household objects.



    my favorite pieces from the show focus on actual objects, rather than landscapes- and i’m bummed that i couldn’t find an image of my favorite piece- an image of family members perched atop croquet balls and mallets- but these pieces with the cards and letters are a great example of that style. thought the show features over 45 works from the 1860s and 1870s, amy and i kept saying to ourselves how the show felt somehow modern, as if i could have stumbled upon something like this at a williamsburg gallery as much as i could at the MET. the art & craft world’s current interest in collaging and mixed media felt so at home with this collection that the entire show felt somehow more retable and personal. so, if you’re in the nyc area between now and may 9th, i highly highly suggest you pop by the MET to check out the show. click here for more information on the show, and here to check out the book i picked up as part of the show.

    CLICK HERE for more images from the show after the jump!

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  • March 15, 10:00 AM

    twin peaks decor: coffee, donuts, and pie

    Sheriff Harry S. Truman: Jelly donuts?
    Special Agent Dale Cooper: Harry, that goes without saying.

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    The only thing the citizens of Twin Peaks like more than a fresh-caught fish or the Miss Twin Peaks contest is a cup of damn fine coffee and an endless array of donuts or a slab of pie from the Double R Diner. (Played by Twede’s Cafe, which you can still visit today in pretty much its original incarnation.) Tula from Whorange helped us track down these fantastic additions to our Twin Peaks tribute.

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    You may not want to take a bite, but it sure has staying power: a fake donut, $15.99, from Fake Food Online. We were amused to learn that David Lynch has his own brand of coffee! We assume it’s best served black as midnight on a moonless night. It can’t taste better than in a vintage Fire King mug (found on eBay) not unlike those at the Sherrif’s office, but we imagine a serving from an I’m Not a Paper Cup ceramic mug, $16, would be just as tasty. Also from Fake Food Online, keep a bit of Norma’s home cooking with you at all times with this fake slice of cherry pie, $22. You can also keep your coffee warm on your trek to Jacques Renault’s cabin with this knitted coffee sleeve, $18.

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    Emory Battis: You don’t know what you’re dealing with, Miss Horne. You don’t know how deep you’re in.
    Audrey Horne: Oh, yes I do. I’m Audrey Horne and I get what I want.

    Of course, no tribute to Twin Peaks would be complete without a nod to the scene that launched 1,000 tries at tying a cherry stem with our tongues. Audrey Horne, we toast to you with a Sweet and Snappy Cherry Drink, a sweet and sassy cherry knob from Anthropologie, $8, and a bit of Northwest flavor: Chukar cherry pie and cobbler filling, $14.95.

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    Finally, we’re sure that there are cherry pie recipes to die for, but frankly, we don’t have the patience for rolling that crust. So for us, this cherry cheesecake that Paola Thomas of mirrormirror made using a Nigella Lawson recipe. Paola also took that gorgeous photo above. So mouth-watering, you’d think it worked at One-Eyed Jack’s.

    Previously on Twin Peaks decor:
    The Lady with the Log
    Welcome to Twin Peaks

  • March 09, 10:04 AM

    Just then he heard a noise

    katinthecupboard has added a photo to the pool:

    Just then he heard a noise

    Naughtiness leads to trouble.

    From "The Little Kingdom First Reader" by Nettie Alice Sawyer, 1912, illustrated with line drawings by Charles Copeland.

  • March 11, 06:07 PM

    Skattoo

    Really beautiful skull tattoo


  • March 08, 12:56 PM

    Finches playing guitar

    I can not wait to see this tonight: French artist Céleste Boursier-Mougenot creates works by drawing on the rhythms of daily life to produce sound in unexpected ways. It’s a landscape for the birds using bass guitars and Gibson Les Paul electric guitars as perches, and cymbals as feeders containing water and seeds.

    VIDEO HERE.

    For his installation in The Curve, Boursier-Mougenot creates a walk-though aviary for a flock of zebra finches, furnished with electric guitars and other musical instruments. As the birds go about their routine activities, perching on or feeding from the various pieces of equipment, they create a captivating, live soundscape.


  • March 13, 07:12 AM

    Magic llama

    OMG you really do forget some of the stuff you have made / filmed. In this case some tricks with a Llama and the 2Magicians as you do! I remember the llama is called Dudley (a vicious bastard) though, and was less than impressed with the whole thing.


  • March 14, 06:21 AM

    Never mind the baking here’s the Sex Pistols

    Random Sunday fact is that it was Delia Smith who made the original cake for the Rolling Stones’ Let It Bleed album.

    Whilst K&C made this replica for a GQ photo shoot.

    Exciting news in this general area coming soon (top secret but awesome) so back the the original point of this post… never mind the baking here’s the Sex Pistols cake from our friends at Konditor & Cook:

    K&C  were also behind this super cool creation celebrating the Mika album launch too:

    Over and out.


  • March 12, 04:48 PM

    Gaga Sandwich

    I am working on a plan to put the rock back into cake but Lady GaGa has done the same with sandwiches. Cake is still better.


  • March 14, 02:36 PM

    Happy Mothers Day

    Here’s my mum (yes and me):

    (the pusses have failed to buy me a card – no more king prawns for them)


  • March 09, 05:30 PM

    EXTREME mini origami

    OK so this is awesome BUT is life too short for this mini mini mini origami from Mui-Ling Teh:

    Via Spray Blog


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