Happy Birthday

to the lovely, wonderful,
and brilliant
durgablue!

bigblackmimesis is trying to kill me

My libido just exploded and made a mess everywhere thanks to this clip he forwarded to me.

Damn. Just...DAMN.

"I had the pear dream again"

I can't remember whether I posted "The Pear Dream" before, but I like to err on the side of caution, so here it is (again, perhaps).

Wrenching out words

I took my Cadmus journal to work today to jot down anything that might come to mind during one of my breaks. I'm in one of those moods where I'm inspired to write something but, when I actually sit down to do the writing, nothing will come out. It's not a conventional block because I know I have the capacity within me to write, but it's enough of a block to be frustrating as hell.

Once I paste all the wee snippets I've hammered out together, I'll have a nice tidy chunk of The Blood Crown composed. If I can just get my shit together and scale that hurdle, the rest should come easy for me. Like having a baby, I guess. If you can squeeze out the crown, the remainder of the baby should slide out like a greased pig.

The teeny-tiny bit I eked out today goes a little something like this:

Cadmus eyed Orphaeus as he strode into Kelat's sanctuary hidden far beneath the dusty Jerusalem alleyways. What he felt for this Darkling was far beyond hatred. Hatred was something reserved for equals or those who at least came close to being Cadmus' equal for, really, there were no equals to Cadmus, or so he believed. Hatred was a philosophical apex he might could express for Kelat or the Apostate, but not Orphaeus. For Orphaeus the dull throb of disdain quivered just beneath the surface of Cadmus' living skin. And Orphaeus could sense this, Cadmus could tell. The Crimson Swan measured his gait in order to remain just out of the Pariah's reach, his hackles bristling in reaction to the dread memory of the scalping that marked the beginning of his feud with Cadmus Pariah.

The Trump-Hiltons

Oh, Mighty Mother, deliver me!

New York, New York (PRINSIDE.COM) July 29, 2008 - Coming off $200 million in worldwide ticket sales for the smash hit musical 'Hairspray,' director Adam Shankman has been tapped to direct and choreograph a new musical based on the popular music of the iconic Eighties band ELO (Electric Light Orchestra).

Feel the need to punish yourself more? Click away for the entire sorry report.

Eighties band? ELO are known primarily for their 70s masterpieces. What the hell? And why are they being saddled with such a crappy, superficial herd of people like the Trumps and Hiltons? I understand the need for camp when it comes to making a musical but, damn! Must we ELO fans endure the disgrace of glorifying outlandish wealth in a world going bankrupt before our very eyes? Doesn't Jeff Lynne deserve better than this shame?

Why can't there be a whimsical sci-fi musical made with ELO taking center stage? They're better equipped to score a sci-fi or fantasy film than a flick celebrating rich people who deserve to be beaten to death with a large safety deposit box. In the immortal words of Ren Hoek on Untamed World: "I'm going to be sick!"

Surrrrvey!

dferguson should be ashamed of himself, enabling my survey habit.

Only two rules:
You must answer yes or no. You may not explain unless someone asks you to.

Taken a picture naked?
Yes

Made money illegally?
No

Had a one night stand?
No

Been in a fist fight?
No

Slept with your best friend?
No

Had sex in a public place?
No

Ditched work to have sex?
Yes

Slept with a member of the same sex?
No

Seen someone die?
Yes

Ran from the police?
No

Woke up somewhere and not remember how you got there?
Yes

Worn your partners unmentionables?
No

Fallen asleep at work?
Yes

Used toys in the bedroom?
Yes

Ran a red light?
Yes

Been fired?
Yes

Been in a car accident?
Yes

Pole danced or done a striptease?
No

Loved someone you shouldn't?
Yes

Sang karaoke?
Yes

Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?
Yes

Laughed so hard you peed your pants?
No

Caught someone having sex?
No

Kissed a perfect stranger?
No

Shaved your partner?
No

Given your private parts a nickname?
No

Ever gone in public without underwear?
Yes

Had sex on a roof top?
No

Played chicken?
No

Mooned/flashed someone?
No

Do you sleep naked?
Yes

Blacked out from drinking?
No

Felt like killing someone?
Yes

Had sex more than 5 times in one day?
No

Been with someone because they were in a band?
No

Taken 10 shots of liquor in a day?
No

Shot a gun?
No

Gone outside naked?
Yes

And there you have it.  More information than anyone would ever care to have on me.

I love Big Balls

This show on ABC called "Wipeout" is what happens when America takes an honourable obstacle course competition in Japan, "Ninja Warrior," and turns it into a Warner Brothers cartoon. I hate to admit this, but I dearly love "Wipeout." It tickles me silly to see these idiots break their fool faces on the Big Balls while listening to the perpetually delightful John Henson give his unique insights on the sportsmanlike virtues of each competitor.

Feale

A quiz from jadecat





Which of the Lords of Rainbow do you serve?

www.LordsOfRainbow.com

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