The pink of health...

if only nurses were so sexy...

So here I am sitting here with sweaty eye-sockets. I can only say that this remarkable because I only ever noticed this happening after my heart started fucking me off... well that and that I seem to gain and lose 10 kilos of water on my abdomen and feet every few days. Edema blows goats. My feet look 70 years old from the constant increase and decrease in size.

It has been rough the past few days, and regardless of what the tests at the hospital say, I am fairly certain I have some variant of congestive heart failure coming on. I am pretty much convinced the American medical industry provides diagnoses on a sliding scale adjusted by your ability to pay, so if you have no insurance, they say you don't have something, but if you do, then you get the diagnosis after they have "tested" your insurance's ability and willingness to pay by doing as many needless and costly medical tests as humanly possible.

Well, that or they just like getting me into those ridiculous hospital gowns that cover nothing so they can see the fading glory of my body...

*Grumble*

ICE STORMS IN JANUARY

FLASH FLOODING IN JUNE

Blah - in shifting through what we salvaged after the flood, I have discovered I have lost more than half of my The Sims 2 installation discs. I have the base game DVD and the University EP, but the rest is all missing one or more of the needed CDs.

Oh well - It's not like I need all of the EPs to make stuff or play the game. 2008 has taught me ... or at least reminded me ... that nothing ever quite goes the way we want it. Between wind-fallen trees, wind-damaged roofs, basement floods (five in 2008 alone if I remember rightly), weeks without electricity, phone, water, or Internet, health issues of every sort, I am seriously begining to think that someone is trying to tell me something.

Like maybe I should recycle and do my part by decreasing my carbon footprint and not use the computer to play The Sims 2. LOL

Why pink?

Any more questions?

Another pink towel

I keep finding images of guys with a pink towel among all the drek on my hard drive. Oh to be sure there are guys with all manner of colours of towels, but you'd be surprised how many of them aren't pink. I am still chewing through the old images looking for the Godiva chocolates advert with Vin Diesel wearing a hot pink silk and velvet suit. I will find it eventually, I'm sure...

In the meantime, enjoy the honeyboy, he's a loverly bit of spun sugar, even if I am not altogether sure I like those pink togs he has on. He'd probably look a lot better with them off....

Ping song

I mentioned this song by Pink a couple of days ago and when I found it on Youtube, I figured I should as well post it in the blog, even if it is pretty soon after the other Youtube video. Anyway - “Dear Mr. President” is well worth watching, give it a whirl and see if it doesn't say something clear and concise about the way the USA has been run and ruined by the G.O.P. pundits these past thirty years.

Pink towel

There's something about Mark Aubrey that I like. It's nothing unusual for the boys of Bel Ami to be pretty or well shaped, but it's pretty damned rare for the to actually be sexy in any enduring manner. In the main, all the Bel Ami models/actors have that sort of talent that is like a bad stripper. They ruin the effect by too much affect. Honestly, I'd probably smack the piss out of most of them for doing sex so badly. And don't get me started on the way they kiss... I think ten year olds playing spin the bottle probably do kissing better service than the Bel Ami stable.

But then there's Mark Aubrey. He sticks out like Clint Eastwood in Rawhide, probably the only one of them with any acting talent whatsoever. He seems to actually know how to play to the camera. And in porn or not, an actor has to know how to work for the camera. I like him best in the non-sex scenes, because the sex is always formulaic in Bel Ami tripe: Kiss badly, suck badly with simpering looks, fuck badly while making faces like a howler monkey, then some indifferent money shot that is obviously put to film at a different time than the obligatory and poorly affected "orgasm face" shot.

At least Aubrey looks like he's enjoying the sex, the rest of their talentless wogs ... well, at least they're air-brushed to perfection.

You knew it had to come...

Any self-respecting web site with this much hot pink has to say something about the ultimate hot Pink, the singer. It's fair enough I'd eat her wet pants, but I happened to like her music long before I knew what she looks like. It helps that she's drop-dead gorgeous and the strong woman type. I won't go into my fantasies of being held hostage by Pink and Anjelina Jolie, but I will say these fantasies do nothing to diminish the sparkle on how I feel about either of them.

As a person, I think the deciding moment for me was when I hear her sing Dear Mr President. Any less than savory thoughts I may have had before hearing that song vanished at once upon hearing it the first time. Regardless of how else I may feel about her, she earned my undying respect and admiration for standing up and being heard. At that moment, I saw her not as a celebrity, not as a sex object, but as a brave, sincere, intelligent woman, and truth be told, that's way sexier and way better than being some sort of Playboy centerfold model pimped out by the music industry.

So, Pink, if you ever read this, there is one guy out here that thanks you for keeping the emory of Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, and Benjamin Franklin alive. You made me want to be an American again.

Call me twisted...

OK. Call me twisted, but I have had this image stuck in my head ever since I saw it. I now want a pink christmas tree, and in fact, I can't imagine how I've gotten on all these years without one. It seems to me the happiest looking thing I think I've ever seen. I picture it gobbed up with hot pick satin balls and lights and it make me positively giggle like a child again.

I don't care that it looks gay. In case you don't know, I don't care what the neighours or visitors might think or say. I simply like it.

So anyone who wants to drop the mad cash on this idea, send me a pic! I'd love to see one all dolled up.

Girls in pink...

Mirage-Junior: http://www.mirage-junior.ru/

Pink water??

So I was in the shops the other day after visiting the doctor's office and saw a rather jacked up bottled water brand: Bling. More to the point a pink glass bottle that had no particular claim to fame other than it was pink glass and was bedazzled with rhinestones.

I guess the over-the-top packaging works, because I bought a bottle of this over-priced water. USD $40.00 is a lot of money for 750 ml of water...

It was like any bottled water, I guess, other than the packaging. Very water like. But now I have the spectacularly faggy pink bottle and cannot seem to part with it. No doubt, because I paid USD $40 for the damned thing.

You can see more about this brand on the company web site and see for yourself: http://www.blingh2o.com/

The Pink Panther...

There is something deliciously debauched and debonair about the Pink Panther in the cartoons. I am always reminded of Deam Martin when I see the big pink cat. I never saw the Pink Panther cartoons as a child, but I have recently started watching them, and they aren't children's cartoons as far as I can tell. Maybe not adult in the same sense as say Fritz the Cat, but in no way do I think your average 7-year-old would get the humour.

There is something decidedly sexy about the Pink Pather. Maybe it's his dead pan and sardonic manner. He never seems to let the situation get the better of him, always cool and suave.

It's ironic he started life as a bit of title credit humour in a comedy film, which has been tragically remade. This re-make disease of the modern film industry really leaves me respect the people involved in remakes. There's no point in updating a film classic, it rather rubs against the grain of the idea film classic. More to the point, making a film just to make money is a rather low manner of making film...

Pinks slips for Washington DC

I always seem to discover these things after the fact. There are so many small political movements to get this or that person impeached, vote this or that particular politician out of office, it's nearly impossible to keep up with them all.

There's the well known Impeach Bush and Cheney campaign that never seemed to do much; and there's the Kick Them All Out group, and there's the Fire Congress group... just too damned many to list them. But now in the aftermath of fairly sweeping success for the Democrats, I suppose all of these little groups are preening and confident they and they alone tipped the scales against the G.O.P.

Me, I don't care who is responsible for putting the G.O.P. on notice that we the people ain't very happy, I am just damned happy they did.

Loud and Proud

I have one of those photographic coffee-table books someone gave me years ago that I was looking through and came across and image that was bloody perfect for this blog. I can't tell you much about the model since he's identified rather vaguely as Enzo Jr, was 27 at the date of photography, and he's ostensibly English. He doesn't look very English to me, but then I suspect not many people look as bad as the coves in Little Britain, but not many I saw in London were up to the ethereal heights of Enzo Jr here.

The book is entitled Dreamboys and is a sort of special edition of Blue magazine. You can maybe pick up a copy of it on Amazon or eBay, I suspect Amazon will be cheaper and more reliable.

Same old, same old...

I am increasingly displeased with the previews of The Sims 3. Every single time that I see one of the Sims 3 Sims, I think of terms like gene regression, mongoloidism, and Down syndrome. Whatever it is about the look of the new Sims, it is seriously wrong. It is like they jumbled all the genes of the human race into a flavourless pastes and squeezed it into the game's inner workings. It's like EA took their inspiration from the avatars in Second Life, which are at least as bad as Poser 3 circa 1999.

I don't mind the environment being a bit cartoonish if my Sim looks realistic, but the reverse is another matter. If the Sims don't look good, I don't care if the world looks great. That -- among other things -- is why Second Life never did it for me. It amazes me that EA and other companies are constantly getting away with giving us less and claiming it is more. It's different, that's all. Just another way to suck money from us while giving us something that lacks most of the charms of the former.

As crass and contrary as I have found the average shopper to be, you'd think the market would start demanding more for their dollars, especially in these everyone losing their jobs and homes beans and tap-water days.

One has to wonder...

Maybe it's just me, but I worry for the fate of mankind when I do a Google image search. Even with the supposed safe filter on you see some particularly mind destroying weirdness. Take this image of the drag queen in a Hello Kitty tiara for instance. The photo itself is weird enough, but there is a story implied by it that makes the hairs on my neck stand up.

Certainly a very dangerous sort we're dealing with here. Using Hello Kitty for satire and sarcasm is just plain wrong. Hello Kitty is a world famous icon of innocence and virtue, no one should ever misuse or mistreat her...

Besides, that look is so last decade, it went out with Hedwig and the Angry Inch... it doesn't help that it reminds me of more than one Sim I've seen in male Sims beauty contests....

Pimp my case gone wrong...

There's a sort of minor vanity I occasionally fall prey to, an innocent sort of conceit really: Customised computer cases. I've had purple ones, blue ones, clear ones, aluminum ones, even one that resembled a Star Wars stormtrooper; but I draw the line at hot pink fake fur.

That's too far even for the likes of me...

First Post

Yay!! A blog is born!!

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