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Okay, I couldn’t help it. This guy is hot. His name is Jason Momoa. I’d never seen him before, but apparently he used to be on Stargate: Atlantis. Now he can be found as Khal Drogo on Game of Thrones. Watching Drogo and his new wife bond and therefore bridge two disparately different cultures is Continue reading →
We spent the weekend of June 3-6 in Dallas at the downtown Sheraton hotel for A-kon 21. This is an anime/comic convention, now in its 21st year (obviously). There were literally scores of costumes — there were probably as many people in costume as there were out of it. I took over 100 photos, most Continue reading →
It’s true. If you haven’t seen her, look: She is the only woman I know of who’s played a stripper in (at least) two movies without taking off her clothes. (Funnily enough, in both of those movies, From Dusk Till Dawn and Dogma, there are scenes of tap water being blessed in a bar to Continue reading →
Occasionally, things in my life happen twice. It’s an anomaly I’m still trying to figure out. (Edit: This one turned out to be simply mistaken identity, which is a relief. It usually isn’t so simple to solve.) It first happened in the 1980s when a favorite actor, Will Sampson, died of a heart attack. Then Continue reading →
I’ve been emailing back and forth with Tonya Kay (see thumbnail), a new writer in Rending the Veil‘s increasingly impressive roster of contributors. She is a uniquely special individual, and I thought I’d share some of her enthusiasm with you, along with some links. I’m not really familiar with her body of work, but her Continue reading →
A friend of mine on LiveJournal posted a list, with photos, of men she’d “have lots and lots of sex with.” I thought I’d gank her idea and provide a list here, if I can come up with one. In no particular order, then, I give you my list of Hot To Sheta famous (and Continue reading →
My birds were being so loud for so long that I had to take an Ativan. Sheesh. Now I have headphones on so as to gain some control over what noise I’m exposed to. It reminded me of my dream this morning. The dream seemed important so I want to make a record of it. Continue reading →
George Carlin has passed into the Great Beyond, where I’m sure he arrived with a glint in his eye, ready to take inventory of the pleasures and irritations of a new level of reality. For my part, I’m very sorry to see him go, as he was a voice I could relate to. During a Continue reading →
Among the stranger synchronicities of recent days, today I found myself Wiki-ing Joey Ramone, who has been on my mind all night, only to discover that today is his birthday. He would have been 57 this year, which makes him ten years older than I am. Or would have.
Once during a week of weird behavior on Meridjet’s part, I showed up at our “astral house” (a shared space, construct, or whatever) to find him talking to a very tall and lanky guy I could have sworn was Joey Ramone. I promptly about-faced and hid in the kitchen til he was gone. This probably makes me the wimpiest person ever: either I missed my chance to meet a dead punk idol, or I am afraid of my own imagination. Ha!
Here there be random bitching about celebrity.
Annie Leibovitz is a world-renowned photographer who was créme de la créme when I first started reading Rolling Stone magazine in the mid-70s. Who the hell are the Moral Majority to criticize a goddess such as she? Why in the hell should she apologize? Okay, wait, let me back up for those who haven’t heard.
Leibovitz evidently photographed 15-year-old Miley Cyrus (a.k.a. Hannah Montana) for Vanity Fair, including a shot of Miley’s bare back, with her front covered by a draped silk sheet in a sultry pose – if “sultry” to you means something on par with “double beds in the showroom window are pornographic.” Yet it is alluring – not sexy, but alluring – and it’s also a time-proven pose that was surpassed
I haven’t slept much in the past few days. I wake up within a few hours of going to bed and am unable to go back to sleep. It hasn’t been so bad – I’ve been getting around six hours sleep a day – until this morning. This morning, I slept two and a half hours, woke up scratching my ankles from the new outbreak of fleas in my carpet (I’ve put down borax), and immediately starting worrying about my bank account. What kind of day is it when a $300 overdraft seems like a relief after you’ve spent time mentally adding things up and concluded it’ll probably go as high as $450? heh. (Turns out some of the stuff I thought was still pending has already posted. Thank
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