one more

K, as with the last one, I'm not really into the song too much (at all) but fuckshit, I love weirdos. Also, you gotta love the setting of the video. I feel like maybe I need a hotdog now.


Click here and watch these weird hoes in a place you've probably been before.


P.S. Too lazy to try to embed. Srrrrry, Charlie.

Flock together

I cannot pull the trigger on which cheap, plastic, cheesy pink flamingo lawn ornaments to buy.

This:




Or perhaps:



Maybe just more of the same:




Thoughts?


P.S. I want a ceramic flamingo lamp. If you see one, please do the right thing.

Something more

I recently watched Examined Life again. For those who haven't seen it, it's a documentary about modern philosophy with brief interviews with the some of the world's best living philosophers. They all wax poetic about the idea of ethics and the human existence as it applies to the modern man, and it's kinda heavy stuff. Once again, I was overcome with some confusing emotions, particularly related to the things one Peter Singer had to say. This is Peter Singer.

To summarize a life's worth of work, he has committed himself to educating people on what it means to be a good human. In doing so, he asks some hard questions of his listeners. Here. See for yourself.



It isn't in this clip, but in the movie he references a moral conundrum that he likes to pose to people who attend his lectures. It goes something like this: You are walking on a path and you see that a little distance from where you are standing there is a small pond. In the pond a child is flailing about, clearly in danger of drowning. There is no one else around. What would you do? He said everyone said they'd save the child. Now, suppose that in this same scenario, you are wearing $200 shoes. The child is still drowning and without your help, the child will surely die. There is no physical risk to you, but in order to help, you will surely ruin your shoes. Would you still save the child? Of course, once again, people always answer yes. Forget the shoes, they say. A child's life is much more important. So then, he asks, how can you justify spending the money on the shoes in the first place when $200 would go a long way in medical aid and the like? If the money we spend on material items could be used to literally save the lives of people who are unable to help themselves, how can we justify our spending? I keep thinking it over and I can't come up with an answer that justifies my selfishness. So, that being said, I have decided to look for ways to help. I'm researching charities right now and looking for places where my money and my volunteerism will help people who cannot help themselves. Any ideas? I am open to anything, but I'd love something where me and my son could both get our hands dirty. He's five, so something related to children would probably prove the most beneficial for us both.

Also, as a side note, I've been toying with the idea of writing fan mail. I've never actually sent a letter of the sort, but I keep thinking about it. Being that he has inspired me to change my ways, I'm going to write a letter to Mr. Peter Singer himself. I'll let you know how it goes. Stay tuned!

For those who touch wood

We salute you.

Theo Mercier

Let's be friends, no?











I've been working with smoke bombs, masks, and all things wolfy for some time now.

Do you know this woman?

Her name is Diane Pernet. She's quite famous in the fashion world. I served her once and awkwardly complimented her attire. She said "I just like to dress like this."










As a bonus, this is her in '89.

It is time

The time has come my little ones to talk of many things.
Of BigMacs and wine,
Of two days off,
Of cabbages and kings.


But for real, I needed this. That's a preemptive thank you to the universe for allowing my upcoming mini roadtrip to be many wonderfuls.

Best Ever

Ever



Hot Chip - I Feel Better

Hot Chip | MySpace Music Videos


Let your thyroid problem be your thyroid power.

Color therapy

In
Spire
Ray
Shun

I thought you'd like this.

Was I right?

I'm ticklish right here:

Have I said this before?

I heart this man and his weirdo brain and his weirdo voice and his weirdo drawings. I have recently decided to begin writing fanmail. I am starting with him.

If you got it, better crop it

In honor of pioneers in the field who have gone before us, I present to you:


CROPTEMBER

*December 2009.
*Me.
*A crop top every calendar day.
*Pictures to prove it.



Stay tuned. I think this could be huge.


P.S. I know, I know. Croptober sounds better but I just thought of it today.
P.P.S. Who's coming with me???

My Spirit, Animal Style

Halloween. It's upon us. What will I be? In staying with my theme of woodland creatures, I was thinking something like this:

or this:

or even this:


Then I stumbled upon this website, www.northfur.ca/ which may as well be called somepeopletakethingstoofar.com. Not to be confused with girlswithflattops.com which is not really a website, but should be. Anyway, here's some of the horror:

What is this????




Why is it that costumes that are meant to look like fun friendly animals end up looking so much scarier than scary costumes? I'd rather end up in an abandoned elevator shaft with Chucky, Jason, Mrs. Gorf, and an army of rapists in that ghost mask from Scream than this guy and his blatant disregard for all things cute:


Gross.

When something good comes your way...

...and it's so unexpected but it just fits and you wonder where it came from, well, maybe it came from here:



How could you resist it?

I heard...

Brit Brit was at my work today. I didn't see her, but remember when she did this?


And this?


That's when I realized there was a little Whitney in Britney. I know I'm supposed to obsess over someone more indie, like her



or her


and, don't get me wrong, they're lovely, but can a girl have a guilty pleasure?

Saville couldn't sleep last night. He came into my room and we watched this video together. When it was over, he paused and then said "Whoa. That's pretty awesome."


Take that.

And beyond...

I wanna live here.

Hooker with an eye for gold...

Ms. Bobby Gentry. Is or is not her dancing the most awkwardamazingness you ever saw?

And incase you grew up in a rural area in the 80's, too, Ms. Reba McEntire's own take on the most fantastic ode to the justification of prostitution the world has ever known.

It's like what would happen if you mixed an MJ mini-movie and Glamourshots. Which is to say I love it.

I wish

Wish I had long, straight hair like a Japanese woman.

Wish I had a house on the beach.

Wish my powers of telekinesis would kick in already.

Wish I didn't have to work every fucking Saturday night so I could go to this: