Archive for September 17th, 2009

No surprise: NSFW Advice from Sasha Grey

September 17, 2009

“Try anal sex. You might like it.” –Sasha Grey

Oh, Ms. Grey is so many kinds of wonderful. This is tremendously good advice, not only for the physical sake (really, do try it) but also as a life philosophy which we must particularly carry in to our sex lives: try the new, embrace it and see what you think, “be not afraid” or ashamed. Everyone’s rules are bullshit. When you blow through a red light at three a.m., you know rules are bullshit; why do you not bring that to the bedroom, where you should be your own strongest advocate?

You may think she is some self-demeaning adult film star, but Sasha Grey is more deep, intriguing, and honest than what you think. She is very bold and thoughtful and it means a lot to her to sound herself out on important issues and know her own mind. A thinker and a genuine free spirit. She’ll be around awhile. You’ll see.

edit: The quote came from

Unlikely G: Ray Stantz edition

September 17, 2009

It’s our secret but circa-80’s Dan Akroyd and I would totally bang if it wouldn’t complicate my pre-existing relationship with circa-80’s Bill Murray. Love you, buddy.

Raymond Stantz is lookin’ g as hayull and why not? Man just saved New York City from Gozer, in the guise of a marshmallow in a sailor suit.

WINSTON: Ray! When someone asks you if you are a god, you say ‘yes!’ — Ghostbusters

It happens: accordion covers, they are a thing.

September 17, 2009

All-accordion cover, because why not, of Marianne Faithfull’s “Who Will Take My Dreams Away?,” composed by Angelo Badalamenti (may his death be delayed ten thousand years) and featured in City of Lost Children, starring Ron Perlman (Hellboy, Sin City). Pretty much amazing.

L’oncle Irvin: Then the poor masterpiece became so crazed he believed a single tear drop could save him. And after committing many cruel deeds he died, never knowing what it was to dream. — La cité des enfants perdus.

State of the state, or what condition my condition is in

September 17, 2009

  • Kidlet asleep on a rug, giggling and moving legs in her sleep. Difficult not to draw comparisons to a puppy.
  • Special K just called to cancel cause she missed school again, sounded legit sick. Sounded really awful. I’m a POS for thinking she needed a Truancy Talk. Gal is sick-ers and that’s that. Hoping to take her to either Osaka or Soosh Gardino for dinner tomorrow night to assuage inner guilt.
  • Pops not due home for hour, dinner already pre-made and mug for him in freezer.
  • Looks like I got this shit unexpectedly all nailed down.

    What’s a kitteh-lady to do? Why, would you look at that, in the corner of the garage is a twelver of Corona… calling my name… (Eliiiiiiizzzzzabeeeeth….)

    I hear you, guys, and don’t fret — I’m on the case!

  • Daily Batman: Enter Dr. Pamela Isley

    September 17, 2009

    Girl, do not even attempt to lay your folklore on my Jim Gordon. You keep your green thumbs off the Commish.

    Not to mention this is extra-bad faith, because Poison Ivy is actually quite gay, you know.

    edit: wow, that got hate mail in a hurry. I stand by my safe assumption, so all I can say is enjoy being close-minded fucktards incapable of accurately interpreting sequential art, you anal retentive canonical jizz-monkeys. –Mgmt.

    Per mi amica: Panda Eraser edition, or, Turn that frown upside down

    September 17, 2009

    I was starting to feel a little down (remember, I am the mistress of understatement and the widow of talk-about-it-later) because some of the things I have to do today are not my favorite or most pleasant things to do. Then I was about to head out the door to pick up kidlet from kindergarten (hopefully there was no anarchy today), when I got this text from Panda Eraser.

    Reminded of how I ate a Western Bacon Cheeseburger and totally stopped and left a note on my friend’s car yesterday, which are both out of character things for me in which I took a spontaneous delight, I smiled. Good with the bad. Up with the down. It’s going to be fine. Thanks, Panda Eraser. Eskimo kisses.

    Je ne pas regrette

    September 17, 2009

    I meant to write a lot today, to explore my feelings and seek some epiphanies, and schedule some of the usual ghost posts way ahead of time because I have a busy afternoon, but instead I have spent the entire morning downloading pictures of Ashley Judd as Ensign Robin Lefler in two episodes of season five of Star Trek: The Next Generation.

    No regrets.

    You know Robin Lefler.

    Of course.

    Her performance around here has
    been sensational. I’ve decided
    to make her a mission specialist.
    Star Trek: The Next Generation, Season Five, Episode 106: “The Game.”

    Oh, I’m sure you have.