Sunday, January 30, 2005

the view from here

some of the manhunt boys showed up in this season's af magazine, which meant of course, i had to get one. i probably would have picked up one anyways, cuz i love bruce weber's photography (who doesn't?). he makes even the most average person look impossibly beautiful. these guys didn't need any help tho. from left to rite, we have maurice, the stone-statue air filtration salesman, hunter, the closet boy from dequeen (he cried out of envy when rob talked so freely about his gayness), jon, the hot hapa winner of the competition, rob, the homo runner up, bruce, the model judge, and matt, who is still thoroughly cute. the four on the left were the final four, but matt was knocked out pretty early. of course, it looks like they've since realized their mistake and brot him back to smile at us. i hope we get to see more of him in the future. anyways, while we're talking about manhunt, jon now has a blog (via towleroad).

last week was the kick off for the new season of american idol. i don't like the music the eventual winners come out with, but i can't resist an opportunity to judge people. of course, new american idol means everyone's favorite host is back. here, he is in the midst of saying, "i'm so gay!" something new for this year are guest judges in the prelims, and for the premiere in dc, they had mark mcgrath, whom i used to think was really hot, but now not so much. didn't he used to be in a band or something? some of my early favorites from dc include the beautiful marlea and the hot b-boy travis (here's a closer shot of his hot b-boy smile). hopefully, they'll make it thru the prelims and we'll be able to see them sing live. but who am i kidding here? the real reason people watch the prelims is for the god awful delusional uglies who embarrass themselves on national television. the folks over at fox put the spotlight on crazy mary, who sang a lot like someone who was deaf would sing. not just because she was out of tune, but because she sounded like she didn't have a tongue. imagine marlee matlin singing. that's what it sounded like. and not only could she not sing, but her strange dance routine looked a lot like she was not in completely control of her body. it was a little frightening, but not quite as frightening as the rampaging crackhead jillian. i swear to god, i thot she was going to flip a table over or eat someone's head. it was so scary, i ran and hid behind the sofa, which is where i should have stayed for freaky aven's performance. i don't kno where they find these people, but he kept holding onto note after note after note, a truly what-the-fuck moment. however, the dc audition's big loser trophy definitely went to fugly melissa. i kid you not, she said these words: "oh, yes, this is me. i look like this every day and i love to always stand out. it may appear that i look like i have a lot of money, but you do not have to have a lot of money to look nice. you don't. and i think that's what separates me from a lot of the other younger ladies out there, cuz i'm still very classy and i also kno how to carry myself very well." i don't think i even have anything to add to that, so let's go on to the st. louis auditions. ryan found himself in front of another monument and shrugged, "why am i so gay?" i don't kno, ryan, but mebbe you could ask this queer or that queer. or the queer trio of cowboy, pinky and freshman. i think i watch this show just as much for the appearance of so many homos. represent! however, i miss the days when they looked like this, rather than this. speaking of the gay, cruise ship singer joe was both horrible and obnoxious (in that shot, he's whining and pleading with the judges. can you see his soul being crushed? i can). but idol isn't all about stomping on people's dreams. it's also about finding your soulmate. just ask these two, who love each other very much. anyways, enuf of the kind of people i thot i paid my cable company to keep off of tv. i just want to kno how i can get in touch with this guy. not only does he look good, he seems nice, seeing as he accompanied his mom to the audition. there was only one stand out in this episode, and her name was carrie. she was pretty and she had a pretty voice, which is good enuf for me. jeremy didn't get thru because he was way too showy, but he has a lot of potential and i hope he straightens it all out and tries again next year. and mebbe he should get a new singing teacher.

last week's episode of the amazing race will be forever known as the one where jon and victoria failed. i could hear the entire west coast cheering and i was cheering along with them. the contestants flew to ethiopia, which, according to kendra was "much better than dakar. it's a different kind of poverty. it's like these people choose to be this way. i think it's actually refreshing. the animals aren't even as skinny." when she referred to the animals, they showed a bunch of cows, but we all kno the horrible bitch was really referring to the ethiopians. then jon stripped down to his red undies and yelled at victoria after she cut her hand. one of the tasks was leading two donkeys to a farmer, and while doing so, aaron said to the camera, "i'm good at guiding asses" and pointed at hayden. aaron just gets better every week. jon and victoria took only one donkey instead of two, and delayed them enuf so that they came in last and were booted from the race. yay!

lost was interesting, because another polar bear showed up. can walt conjure up animals with his mind? and what does this have to do with everything else that's going on? we'll just have to watch and see. it ended with the appearance of claire, the pregnant girl, who may or may not be pregnant anymore. it was dark and she was wearing black, so you couldn't really tell, and we won't kno for a couple weeks, since they're on reruns again. grargh!

another great episode of the oc. would it not have been fun to be in this car? anyways, this time ryan forces his girlfriend to be friends with his ex, who then gets her drunk (clearly in an effort to take advantage of her), which makes ryan wet and angry. the most puzzling thing about this storyline is that they assume we all think that marissa is hot, which doesn't really work, cuz i don't. i also don't like how she dresses. actually, marissa can just go to hell. in other news, seth confronts alex about her female ex, which makes alex decide that she's not into girly guys after all and breaks it off with seth. summer feels the pressure of having been with zach for six months and runs away scared. luckily, zach smiles and everything goes back to good. the most important part of this episode tho, is we get to see how homos are made: step one... step two... step lesbians! i bet you didn't kno it was so easy!

yes, finally, the season premiere of the apprentice! who knew that college grads could be so incompetently irritating? everything from the "unbelievable!" and sitting around singing songs to the not knoing how to work a fucking soda fountain. are these people serious? todd was a horrible leader, danny was a compete lunatic, and erin was so stupid, she reminded me of paris hilton. thankfully, seattleites alex and verna didn't embarrass themselves much. on the other hand, i cannot stand tana, who was peed on by dogs (the animals, they kno things!), or brian, who swore up a shitstorm while they were eating with trump. i don't think you'll get the job by shouting "that's fuckin' awesome!" at your potential boss. anyways, it's still too early to say who might make it, but the net worth pm, john, did do a pretty good job. but let's get back to danny. what the hell? how did this guy get onto this show? i am seriously afraid of this guy. this is the kind of guy i walk across the street to avoid. when he kept shouting "unbelievable," i wanted to whack him across the head with his guitar. and what the hell is he wearing? where did he find those hideous outfits? "i mean, a circus in and of itself is rather dull." what? "i go into the boardroom every week with them, huge companies, big money. i connect with them on their marketing campaign. they come to me and my company's expertise. we have marketing technologies, brand new technologies, to help large companies promote their brands online." oh, i'm glad you cleared up what you did for a living. anyways, i really dislike this guy and hope he's taken down early (but not too early. gotta have some entertainment, you kno).

the oscar nominations were announced earlier this week, and i have to say i'm kinda disappointed. the best picture nominees are the aviator, finding neverland, million dollar baby, ray, and sideways. it was obvious the year's hugest epic and the year's most lauded movie were going to get nominated, and i can understand a nomination for ray, but i felt like finding neverland was relatively unremarkable, and million dollar baby just looks unappealing. what about eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, kill bill, tarnation, the incredibles? those were fantastic movies. well, at least eternal sunshine's kaufman (one of my favorite screenwriters) and incredibles' bird got best screenplay noms. and i'm pretty happy that neither fahrenheit 9/11 nor the passion of the christ got very much recognition. i still don't understand why michael moore thot he had a shot at a best picture nom. the movie just wasn't that great. i was also surprised closer didn't get best director or best adapted screenplay nods, tho it was nice that clive owen and natalie portman were nominated. even cooler than that, jamie foxx was nominated for best actor in ray and best supporting actor in collateral. leonardo dicaprio for best actor was completely expected, but alan alda for best supporting actor? he was a convincing asshole, but was it really that great a performance? i'm kinda saddened that house of flying daggers didn't sneak into the foreign language category, but at least it's in the running for cinematography. same goes for a very long engagement, which is also in the running for best art direction. okay, so at least this year, it'll be a more interesting show to watch. last year's was altogether too predictable. even tho i was happy with the wins, it didn't make for a very suspenseful awards show experience. but between now and then, i'll need to go watch some of the movies i haven't managed to watch yet. and i'm eagerly awaiting press reports from this year's sundance film festival. some really cool movies are always premiered there and hopefully one day i can visit and participate.

Monday, January 24, 2005

lo rise, lo down

long live low-rise and long live tyson ballou's modeling career. these pics are straight from the runways of milan (and torn from the pages of the first and third are from dolce & gabbana and the middle from versace. i just can't get enuf of tyson and it's nice to see he's looking as good as ever. well, mebbe he could work on his color, but i'll take what i can get. i also need to look into getting some of those pants (tho probably without the rips or the paint splatter; i'm sorry, i guess i'm a traditionalist). i wonder how common low-rise-on-men will get. don't want to see another one of these in the pages of savage love.

but before i go on, a shout out to my favorite source of boy, tottyland, for the link. visit and bathe in the light of the totty.

so it's taken a while, but why not talk about my classes? everyone loves to hear about that shit. there is not much to report from the early morning class, cuz the prof has made the autumn quarter class a prereq, so i'm basically taking the class with the same people, i.e. a bunch of nerdy graduate students and an old chinese guy. too bad the andy lau guy isn't back for this one, or the indian girl whose wedding i wanted to go to, or the girl whose friend had previously taken the course and had all the notes for it... oh well, that's okay, it's interesting anyways. here's something to note tho. i skipped a lot late last quarter and as a result, didn't do so well on the last exam, so i've decided not to skip this one ever. (we'll see if i can go thru with that). i realized that the main reason i skipped the other one so much is because i didn't have a class rite after it. last quarter, i had a three hour break between the two classes i had each day, so it was easier to say "fuck this class, i can sleep for three more hours if i skip." no longer this quarter. it's essential to go to the class rite after it (yeah, for _that_ reason), so skipping just to get an hour more sleep is not worth it enuf for me. but like i said, it's an interesting class and it feels comfortable because i kno the format, the prof and all the other students in it. sounds a lot like last year, doesn't it?

i don't kno most of the people in the class after that one, but that's okay, because they're mostly attractive people, and there are very few things i like more than attractive people. there's one girl who's especially pretty, a sorority girl, no less. she's got a hot sense of style and a sexy voice. and there's one guy who i recognize from waiting outside my morning class last year when it was done most mornings (cuz he had a class in the same room afterwards) and i also remember him being kinda cute. anyhow, i'm happy he's in my class. i'm sure i'll update you as to the status of that, but don't hold your breath. i'm horrible at this stuff.

as for the third class, intro to film, i honestly can't stand the professor. if you are reading this, you ugly bitch, you are one of the worst professors i've ever had. probably not worse than the bumbling japanese stat prof i had a few years back, but you're getting pretty close. there is absolutely no point in her lecture (for the most part, she's actually started getting better about this AS WE FINISHED UP THE THIRD WEEK). she basically rambles for an hour and a half and then tests us weekly to see if we were listening to her rambling. it's hard to tell when she's started talking about something included in her lesson plan or if she's just going off on a tangent. she'll start talking about something (that we assume is part of the hopefully planned lecture) and then she'll mention a director and then stop and say "oh yes... hitchcock..." and start talking about hitchcock for a solid 10 minutes. by the 2nd minute, we're all beginning to wonder if mebbe this IS part of the lesson plan, but... she started talking about it like it was something other than what she was gonna talk about. so, we're all there taking notes cautiously about something that may or may not be important to the class. she is so horridly disorganized, i wonder if that's why they gave her an hour and half for each lecture. well, mebbe that's for the 10 to 15 minutes that she's late in starting the class. she's also very pretentious. she likes to think that she knos a whole lot more than the class and that thru this course she will enlighten us to the joys and intricacies of cinema. no, bitch, we're taking the class cuz it's about watching movies, and we all love watching movies. she likes to talk in terms that she thinks we don't kno just to make herself feel better that she's some stupid cinema studies professor instead of working in the film industry or god forbid, a lowly film critic. also, she keeps trying to make stupid stupid idiotic jokes, but they all bomb, cuz one, they're not funny, two, most everyone in the class isn't listening to her (because they are asleep or otherwise tuning out), and three, we all hate her guts! an example from the previous lecture is that whenever she was referring to a butt, she would pause and slowly say an over-pronounced "bot-tom." hunny, we're not in first grade. you're talking to a room of adults (okay, adults and freshmen, but even the freshmen are too old to be laughing at that shit). seriously, she is one of the worst professors i have ever had. she can jump into a pit of fire as soon as possible. anyways, since this is a larger class, there are quite a few boys in this class worth ogling and boy do i have a lot of time to look around, since i'm not listening to the lecture. there's the guy with the shock of bleached hair at the front tip of his do. there's the guy who has a girlfriend, but i still am convinced is gay, and then the gay guy who is friends with them and totally wants the guy who has a girlriend. there's the guy with black ear piercings. there's the guy who looks like a soccer boy in glasses. and there're the various other boys whom i have not yet differentiated from each other. i'm sure i'll get back to that at some other point in time.

Friday, January 21, 2005

boys in the middle of the nite

hey look it's my favorite mormon! and that band he's in (feel free to click the pic to see the whole thing). thanks to fellow killers listener pink is the new blog for tipping me off about the new issue of spin. the whore in me set off as soon as i could to the newsstands to pick up my own copy. i don't want to pretend i'm not shallow or anything, but i totally listened to their music before i knew the lead singer was so fucking cute. it's sad, but i didn't really get a good look at brandon flowers until the oc episode several weeks back where they played at the bait shop. behold: far away, close up, and really pink. if you haven't had enuf, here's another one out of the mag. there's more, but if you were really a fan, you'd have your own copy. while we're speaking of the killers, i have not been able to stop listening to hot fuss. even less so after i read this hilarious article about the album's homo-sociopathic subtext (via this pitnb entry). what can i say? i'm a fan of songs about boys who like boys, and even more so, when the boy tells me i'm a star. by the way, mebbe i should start wearing eyeliner.

while we're talking about attractive men, when did lucas black turn into a stud? i mean, seriously. one day, he's the kid in sling blade and the next thing you kno he's the hottest hot guy to share my birthdate (he's like exactly one younger than me). i mean, i remember a cute boy in cold mountain, but i had no idea that was him. now, i HAVE to see friday night lights, even tho i hate billy bob. sometimes i leave the tv on cnn, not to better inform myself about what's going on in the world, but to catch the weather report, or more accurately, the weatherman rob marciano. he has the american meteorology society's seal of approval. how can anyone say no to that? i wish raj here would have made the american olympic gymnastics team. instead, we were stuck with a largely unattractive awkward-looking group of guys who i still wouldn't mind seeing naked. oh well, my sexy gymnast, mebbe next time. don't get bravo (or the whole idea of a queer eye for women, i mean... who cares?), but i like robbie all the same. i just wonder how much of a style guru he is when his credentials are he's worked retail and he's an actor. i knew i should have applied. look, an article about my manhunt contestant pick and winner, hot hapa surfer jon jonsson (via towleroad). as a friend noted, "they're opening an h&m in sf? fuckers." finally, let's all ponder french rugby player frederic michalak's awesome tattoo (hot black and white from the 2005 dieux du stade calendar).

i like how my new shirt fits. yay for hollister, yet again. also, mebbe i'm being too high school, but i can't get enuf of their scent. it's so cheap i think i might need to pick up a bottle next time i'm there. i also need to go get a haircut. i'm trying to do something new with my hair, but i don't kno if i would trust the middle-aged chinese woman with this change. not that she doesn't cut some good hair, but this change in do makes me want to go look for another hairstylist. to top off this andy-style update, lemme tell you about the facial i got last week at gene juarez (thanks, lily!). it was one of the most relaxing hours of my life. the woman put me into some sort of hypnotic trance. i could feel everything being done to me and hear the soothing music they played, but i was out. she could have programmed me to assassinate some world leader, a la zoolander; i have no idea. it was also a little disconcertingly sensual. i was expecting something that involved so much touching to be like that, but when she started pulling on my middle finger, i got a little apprehensive. anyways, my skin was so soft afterwards, i couldn't stop rubbing myself... definitely worth doing again, just not too soon, cuz i just don't have $90 lying around very often (yeah, i kno, i totally need to find myself a daddy).

i haven't watched the new apprentice yet, but i thot i might repost something i wrote elsewhere, as a prologue to the inevitable ranting i'll be doing about this show (from 01.05.2005):

so anyways, blah blah blah. apprentice was grossly predictable and kelly won the competition. big yawn! hopefully the upcoming cast will be more interesting and dynamic--if not pretty... have you _seen_ the new apprentices? i shudder. if i had to guess on looks alone tho, mike over there with the eyebrows is a fag and yeah, all the women are dykes. i kid. i'm kinda saddened that the one asian woman spot has been taken by an additional black woman. i love my black women, believe me, but where would the show be without their crazy chinks (see bitchy tammy and stripper ivana)? i guess it's okay tho, since verna's from seattle. like alex. go seattle! again, based on looks alone (i'm too god damned lazy to read their bios and credentials), eccentric raj split into two people, bow-tie wearing bren and eccentric danny; young andy morphed into a young stripper named audrey; and they've started letting dogs onto the show. too early to say who i'm rooting for (since there ain't no hotties like hot john) but how about one of the seattleites?

last thing, i just started using audioscrobbler, and you should too. i haven't poked around to see everything it does, but the main thing is it lists what music you listen to on your computer, kinda like what itunes does, and then shares that information with the world. when you sign up (it's so quick and easy!), check out my list.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

mediawhores have all the fun

it's beautiful, ain't it? go to the site and look at the bigger version of it. it's simply amazing (via tottyland).

oh my god, i hate it when school gets in the way of my television watching (and subsequent writing)! last last week's amazing race was fantastic. it was a continuation of the previous episode, which left us hanging as to whether or not lori and bolo would even still be in competition. of course, i think it would have been silly to think such a thing, since we all kno the all-powerful phil keoghan can use his powers to force trains to run at 3 am. other points of interest in this episode (i mean, besides rebecca saying that she was over the whiny, queeny adam, and jonathan yelling the shit out of victoria): a heavy starting gate accidentally coming down on the heads of the some of the competitors. freddy took this opportunity to freak out at the others because of some weird paranoia, threatening with these gems: "when i find out who pulled the gate down, it's somebody's ass!" and my favorite, "one of you i'm going to break in half!" but that wasn't freddy's only hilite. wait, before we get to that, let's check out some pics of jon-in-speedo: from the front... and from the back (yes, i would like some crack, thanks). anyways, one of the tasks was drinking 24 oz of red red hot hungarian soup. everyone was throwing it up as they tried to slurp it down with a tiny spoon, but freddy was the only one who managed to throw it back up into his bowl. yes, that meant that he needed to slurp an additional mixture of spit, mucus and whatever had been in his stomach at the time. ew. but i really didn't feel bad for him, cuz he threatened to break me in half. yikes! in the end, gus and hera lost, which is too bad, cuz i liked that team. but oh well, there are still plenty of teams left that could beat jonathan and victoria, so it's okay. as for this past week's episode, not a whole lot happened, but it was still fun to watch. bitch boy adam failed to sink into the water because he was whining too much to be able to move his head side-to-side while doing the second of two fast forwards (the other one happened in the last episode, where lori and bolo drank a goblet of pig's blood each). i still don't get why they only have two fast forwards now. it seems like the fast forward is just an alternate task that the first team that comes upon it does. oh well, what can you do? anyhow, adam finished the fast forward eventually, which was quite the triumph for him. good for you! jonathan yelled some more at victoria, and that brings us to... a non-elimination leg in which hayden and aaron came in last. personally, i hope jonathan falls to his death in the next episode, but if you can't get enuf of him, you can go to his and victoria's website and roll around in it.

oh my god lost! last last week's, the one about kate's past was okay, but it really didn't reveal anything horribly interesting... big whoop, she's killed before. who on the island hasn't? that's my question. if you think about it, jin came home covered in blood in the korean flashback, dr. jack has probably killed a bunch of people on the operating table, and sayid used to be in the army. also, it was pretty obvious that what kate was looking for in the case was just going to be something that reminded her of someone or something. they really didn't need to drag that on, since i was largely uninterested in it. (hi, who's this?) the really great part of this episode tho was shannon's singing at the end. i dunno whose voice that was, but i'd totally buy a single of whomever that was singing the french version of "beyond the sea." beautiful. the next episode was more entertaining, even tho again, it was pretty obvious that the whole sequence between boone and shannon in the forest was a figment of his imagination. i think i might have just watched too much tv to have been fooled. it was fun to watch her being carried off by the monster tho. also, hottest near-incest scene in primetime this year. it's oh so wrong, but oh so rite at the same time. i could only get an image of the prologue to the scene, because most of the actual face-sucking is conducted in utter darkness. i was happy that they finally had a boone/shannon flashback, and it certainly didn't disappoint. i love the rich and beautiful. by the way, they seem to really not care very much about the pregnant girl anymore. and i really don't buy the whole "we lost track" thing. it's a fucking island, guys. care a little!

the oc: last last week was all about seth cohen: adorable! adorabler! and i want that t-shirt (go out and find it for me! urban, perhaps?)! last week saw some fun as well. sandy forgetting his 20th anniversary, summer looking stupid in front of zach's mom and sister, sandy catching seth climbing out and kirsten catching ryan and lindsay mid-undress, yard guy finally figuring out why marissa's with him and dumping her ass. great episode. i also came to the realization that while i love alex and think she's so hot, there's not a whole lot to her. i feel like we see her so often and yet i still don't really kno her. but mebbe that's just how she is! yeah, we'll pretend it's that. and finally, i still love you, zach, even if you didn't kno where kuala lumpur was (and summer, i love you even more now).

and that brings us to the new cast of survivor: palau! again, i'm too lazy to read their bios rite now (it's silly to analyze that sort of thing before you see them interacting with each other anyway), but let's take a quick look at some of the new contestants. first of all, we have a fag and his name is coby. if you couldn't tell from that picture that he was gay, then look at this one. still unconvinced? then let's see... he credits his mother for making him the man he is today, went to beauty school and co-owns a hair salon (uhm, mebbe that shit'll fly in athens, tx, but i would never let this bitch touch my hair) with his best friend (a girl, most likely his faghag), enjoys traveling, photography, museums, painting, acting, and "anything artistic." if this guy's not gay, then no one is. angie the bartender from new orleans looks like she might be interesting. bobby jon the waiter/aspiring model who moved to la to pursue his dream a couple years ago looks like he could be cute, just not in this picture. i really don't like caryn the lawyer's smile. gregg the oaf, i mean consultant looks like an oaf, i mean oaf. i anticipate him to be annoying, but you kno what they say about covers of books. what a goofy-looking motherfucker, this ian the dolphin trainer. he looks like the kind-hearted version of the evil jonny fairplay from pearl islands. please don't eat my children, jeff the personal trainer! oh my god, a person of color, how'd she sneak onto the island? okay, to be fair, jolanda the lawyer isn't the only one. there's also the might-be-queer waiter ibrehem, and the strangely greek looking cuban showgirl janu. and stephenie the drug dealer. oh wait, no, she's just really really tan. it happens when you live in philly. okay, i dunno why i kid about the lack of racial diversity, it's not like it's usually an all-white cast. i think i'm just bitter there hasn't been an awesome asian since shii ann (lame-o daniel was not awesome). like chad from vanuatu, we have another cancer survivor, jonathan the fighting sushi chef. of course, chad's missing leg didn't particularly hinder his ability to perform the challenges, and neither will jonathan's missing bits (probably). who am i rooting for? i kno you're gonna guess willard the lawyer (jesus, how many lawyers are on this show?), just cuz he's from bellevue, but did you take into account the fact that he was old and creepy-looking? no, you didn't, did you. based on looks alone, i'm rooting for probst. i'm excited to see what sorts of funny nicknames these people are given. i kno it won't be as exciting as pearl islands, but last season, we had such hits as "bubba," "sarge" and "twitchy bug-eyed rat-looking bitch." finally, how many men do you kno named wanda? well, add another to the list.

Monday, January 17, 2005

an open door

years and years ago, when i first heard of people blogging (indeed, when the term "blog" was in its infancy), i denounced the whole thing, citing that it was the result of self-absorbed people who had nothing else to do with their time and lives. "no one wants to hear about what other people did during their days, and writing about it would be pointless," i said. "i don't care what you had for lunch, which stranger made you secretly angry for cutting you off at the grocery store, or what your hair looks like today." of course, since then, i've changed my mind about the blog, not because i've suddenly started caring--i haven't, i still don't give a shit about what you ate yesterday and how that made you feel--but because i've realized that the blog can be an incredible source of good and pleasure. information moves thru the blogosphere so quickly that topics of interest are able to spread to more interested parties faster than ever. this sort of sharing is very positive (even if the sharing is going on between people whose views i completely disagree with). and also, where would i be able to find such hilarious diversions, like this concentration test for men (via the wow report) or hotdogboy brand comics (via queerclick, which is, uhm, nsfw). plus, while i realized it was fun to pour my views and thots all over my friends and family, i didn't realize it would be so fun to do with people i didn't even kno. so, while i don't want to hear about the molds growing in your fridge, i will tell you about mine, and please, feel free not to give a shit about them. so here i am, a former critic of the blog form, writing my own blog about my interests.