Look I hate cellulite. I don’t like wrinkles,stretch marks ,discolorations, hair in the wrong places but damn some realism would be nice otherwise androids with autotones or plastic dolls may be preferable then again maybe they already are. By the way when did they get botox for your ass.
P.S this was also legitmate way to put a half naked woman on a blog
***MEDIA ALERT***MEDIA ALERT***MEDIA ALERT***
Who do you think you are, the San Diego zoo?
I am media then again who isn’t media these days thanks to citizen journalism. We digest, dissect, digress, and regurgitate to the point of apathy not because we have anything important to articulate, but because we can copy, cut and paste is the only qualification necessary and even then not required. The beauty of the Internet is that I don’t have, to experience anything in order to render an opinion. Now that everybody and their second cousin has a magazine, blog, website, or television program and the networks have splintered into hundreds of mindless stations; no real journalism skills nor the capacity for detail and why should I when I am communicating in a cesspool of algae to plankton.
We are like a bad ventriloquist act whose dummy blows smoke up our ass every other millisecond with the latest ‘tweet’ about what food you ate, every DVD experienced, and every change in the weather observed as if it is now worthy of a status update; knowing that few will pay attention to the “Mainstream Media” because they believe they can find “The Truth” on the Internet. Translation: A blogger such as myself appeases them with any theory they believe in. Frankly after reading the hyper compressed nonsensical gibberish that is twitter I have no clue of what F is going on.
Some people love Twitter because it is a connection of low expectations - the ability to connect but without the messy face-to-face interactions that may lead to actual expectations. And the more we text the more alone and more bored we become in our self isolated world. We communicate for only for the sake of the act itself. We live in a society that does not reward real connection. In the new world order you make friends by pressing accept and the Internet is your community and all that is sacred to you will become exposed to the human glare. Peep culture is the atmosphere in which we live, Peep culture thru a neon screen.
The media is so completely fragmented and everyone has a niche for you to feel like you fit in. By participating in these social communication vehicles such as Facebook, LinkedIn, and Myspace you become a part of the game to accumulate the biggest friends list to use as a marketing tool. So whether you are aggravating or aggregating viewers and readers, you are thereby increasing your worth as media - a public relation nightmare if so desired or a trusted friend in a den of wolves. Any theory is valid if it moves units,” i..e. sells advertising.” And sheep meaning people just being people begin to just drop off, then you and your contact list becomes irrelevant. After awhile (delete when) you and your network will become suspect (eventually it happens to us all;) not that you really ever cared about what is being sold in the first place. You just start all over again.
Luckily nothing is as sexy as the scandal. Since there is no law requiring the media to tell the truth about anything, the mainstream media is within their legal rights to fire reporters who refuse to lie! We cannot help ourselves. We want to blame the government, religion, corporations, and media but are we not the very same people that make up the very institutions we despise. In our ravenous desire to touch something unspoiled, new, and different and by the homogenizing influence of the worldwide digital peep culture, we stampede over everything genuine until it is overexposed and ridiculed into ad nauseam. In the 24 hour news cycle you are only as relevant as your last post, so who cares who is first; only who gets the credit is what really matters.
I am only interested in my own agenda which is trying to figure out how to squeeze as many freebies, swag, and any other paraphernalia that can be offered in my direction so that I may resell it on Ebay or Craigslist the very moment you turn your back. My only real desire is to get over on you. Do you think I really care if I never receive an invite to your next bourgeois event? I can easily find someone to rip a hole thru your carefully laid plans or I can easily lie and come up with my own scenario to describe my contempt for you.
I am bigger than a post on a Facebook/Myspace page so it does not matter how many fake “friends” you have. So you will dance and I will spin, because the last thing you want is my undivided attention as limited as it is but unchecked; my wrath unfiltered thru the Internet can be devastating. I will brand ideas into products and turn myself into a commodity if I have to. I will overwhelm the marketplace, I will form consensus into reality. I will maneuver, cajole, demonize the opposition. See the thing is I do not need you to validate me or nor do I seek your approval. I really do not give a shit what propaganda outlet you sleaze for or what spirited libations you hype to minorities; what tar and nicotine you promote to addicts; what your initials are, who your daddy is. This is a memo to the corporate criminals masquerading as supreme authority dictating who is news and who dispenses news: I was here before you, I will be here after you, and I am here despite you. I am Media and I honestly don’t give an F
A long-standing battle between the two who disagree on whether they got romantic a few years back
—Eminem says they did, she says they didn’t.
“Eminem strikes at Mariah Carey in “Bagpipes From Baghdad. “Mariah, whatever happened to us, why did we have to break up… Nick Cannon better back the fuck up. I’m not playing; I want her back, you punk.”
” Then Mariah responds with “Obsessed,”
Eminem strikes back; Call my bluff and I’ll release every fucking thing I got / Including the voicemails right before you flipped your top
The winner? who cares. The loser? Us for having to listen to this circus.
VH1’s “Megan Wants a Millionaire.” Reality TV bombshell Megan Hauserman burst onto the scene with her drop-dead gorgeous looks and razor-sharp competitive spirit to become one of the hottest women on television. With her popularity skyrocketing, Hauserman is taking center stage with her own reality show, “Megan Wants a Millionaire,” which premieres on VH1 Sunday, August 2 at 9:00 PM
Lars S. Sverre will be putting out a monthly mix. Mainly composed of smooth – head nodding joints. Enjoy.
DOWNLOAD LINK: http://www.zshare.net/audio/63134236133df655/
With the popularity of the animated band, Gorillaz , and the recent announcement of a Cartoon Network/Andre Benjamin (Andre 3000 of Outkast) series, it seems like pop music and animation double teams are just what the kids are craving. And now, Warner Strategic Marketing and Headstart Ent. have announced that they’ve got the beat, having entered into an exclusive distribution agreement for the launch of Da Jammies .
A new direct-to-DVD animated series, Da Jammies aims to teach young viewers life lessons with a blend of hip-hop beats, kicking dance moves, the latest in fashion and ethnically diverse characters tweens can relate to. The show centers on two groups of kids, the well-to-do BattleBrats from the ‘burbs and inner city denizens Da Jammies. Both crews attend a performing arts school where they struggle to balance real-life issues with their dreams of making it as rappers and singers.
Toon Farm founders and music industry vets Aulsondro “Novelist” Hamilton and William “Dolla” Chapman II serve as co-exec producers, co-writers and co-stars on Da Jammies . “When William and I were growing up, there were television shows around us like Schoolhouse Rock and Fat Albert that taught strong values and positive lessons,” Hamilton notes. We want Da Jammies to be the hip new version of Schoolhouse Rock .“
Set in futuristic Metro City, Astro Boy is about a young robot with incredible powers created by a brilliant scientist named Tenma (Nicolas Cage). Powered by positive “blue” energy, Astro Boy (Freddie Highmore) is endowed with super strength, x-ray vision, unbelievable speed and the ability to fly.
Embarking on a journey in search of acceptance, Astro Boy encounters many other colorful characters along the way. Through his adventures, he learns the joys and emotions of being human, and gains the strength to embrace his destiny. Ultimately learning his friends and family are in danger, Astro Boy marshals his awesome super powers and returns to Metro City in a valiant effort to save everything he cares about and to understand what it takes to be a hero.
BORN STRONGER™ LAUNCHES MUCH ANTICIPATED WEBSITE.
The site won’t just be a MMA sportswear site. It will be a virtual community focused completely on the Mixed Martial Arts enthusiast. The new site features an online store, blog and media gallery. The Born Stronger Web site does not stop there. It will also offer an introductory contest that will culminate with one lucky winner winning an entire set of Born Stronger training gear.
Born Stronger MMA Sportswear captures those last grueling moments at the end of a fight or training session when champions are challenged and contenders rise. The brand was developed to represent all the times you’ve gotten up from being knocked down and those moments when you push yourself beyond your physical limits to reach your goals. Born Stronger is dedicated to sportsmen and women all over the world and wants to help them become champions of their chosen sport.
If I call you then I expect a return phone call not an email or text, so next time respond accordingly jackass
and if you don’t have a budget then your just wasting your own time.
Went to see the world famous male stripper show at the Excalibur, “Thunder from Down Under” the other night. Now mind you, I was one of the women standing in line at the very first Chippendale’s show in Los Angeles. Back then, the police believed it would be dangerous for women to get too excited watching gorgeous guys strip for them, so the night I was there, the cops burst into the show and stopped the guys from stripping, alleging it was illegal for women to touch them. Too funny. We have come a long way, baby, because now, male strip shows are a staple for most bachelorette parties. Through the showroom doors comes a parade of decorated brides-to-be with fake bridal veils and t-shirts with various exclamations of their status as about-to-be-married-but-going-to-party-before-the-wedding accompanied by their BFF’s.
All I can tell you is that, along with the hordes of other ladies and their parties, I left my usual reporter cool at the door. First, I was lucky enough to go backstage and have a brief conversation with one of the stars, Craig, who does an amazing number where he holds a handstand and slowly, slowly lowers himself on top of an audience member. OMG. These guys (most are really from Australia, two from New Zealand) have to work hard to stay in amazing shape. Part of Craig’s regular workout regime includes boxing training with a good friend of mine, world champion boxer Wayne McCullough. Wayne also trains another TFDU guy, Mattie, who, without a doubt, has the most perfect body I have ever laid eyes on. But all the guys are in amazing shape, and the boxing training certainly brings out the abs (and the shoulders, the pecs, the arms, the legs, and oh, the great derierres). Sorry, I got carried away for a moment. These guys have that effect on all the women who attend the show every night – it’s always sold out on weekends. As for me, I found myself letting go with squeals of delight, and waving my hands in the air like I just didn’t care! (Was that me standing up and begging one of the guys to come over to the table?)
Why is this show so popular? Well, besides the fact that it is a veritable eye-candy buffet, the show is the perfect combination of gyrating gorgeous male bodies and the sheer delight of being teased without the guys ever getting too sleazy. Sort of like adult family entertainment, if there is such a thing. They don’t take tips. They get up close and personal by kissing you, mostly on the cheek, and they hug and let you grope a little, but nothing too nasty.
Here’s the thing about women and male strip clubs. There’s really no dark, hidden, creepy agenda lurking in their souls. Girls just want to have fun. Throughout the evening, the entire room was filled with screeches, giggles, laughter, and, well, screaming almost all the way through the show. And then there was the orgasm contest. Absolutely hilarious. Like the “I’ll have what she’s having” scene from “When Harry Met Sally,” three audience members competed to execute their best 5-second fake orgasm. The girl that won should give lessons.
Thunder from Down Under is a sheer delight, and just plain fun from beginning to end. Oh dear, I think I’m feeling flushed….
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