I Understand....

Sean Paul’s songs sparked woman’s seizures:

"Gayle, a 25-year-old customer service employee at a bank in Alberta, Canada, was suffering as many as 10 grand mal seizures a day, despite being treated with medications designed to control them."

"Eighteen months ago, she began to suspect that music by reggae and hip-hop artist Sean Paul was triggering some of her seizures. She recalled being at a barbecue and collapsing when the Jamaican rapper's music started playing, and then remembered having a previous seizure when she heard his music."

I don't get seizures when I hear Sean Paul, but I do get a massive headache that ceases the second he shuts up.

In other news:

The best headline..... EVAHHH!
But, in really bad taste.

Living Dolls

I've done posts about how disturbing little girl pageants are before.

This documentary I found over at ectoplasmosis is in 8 parts, and each part is more disturbing than the last.

Bleh.

Issues, people....issues.


Here's fourfour's commentary on the documentary.

Here's what Swan Brooner (pictured) looks like now, at 13.
Metafilter says that "Sadly, both of her parents passed away from cancer since the documentary was made 6 years ago".

Leslie Butler is still competing.

A Reason to Hate Clubs...

Scottish Sock Puppets Do Macbeth



Thanks Piika

Facts of War.

A while ago, I wrote this entry about a woman I once knew.

Today, I read (via Neatorama) about a couple who finally found each other after 60 years.

Yes.
Of course these things happen.
Truth is truly stanger than fiction.

I.F.H. Monday's
(NSFW)

Oh, SHUT UP, already..

Clay Aiken's Confession.

No.
He didn't.

Speaking of what he thought....when I was a kid, I thought the word for vacuum cleaner was "Hoover".
You "Hoovered" your house.
You got the Hoover out.

What do you want?
I grew up in an immigrant home.

What did you mistakenly think when you were a kid?

An Eye For an Eye...Really.

When the Arlington father caught his teenage stepson sexually assaulting his 8-year-old daughter late Jan. 2, investigators say the 32-year-old man did the right thing -- he called police.

The 18-year-old was arrested by Arlington police on suspicion of aggravated sexual assault. The girl was taken to the hospital, where an examination revealed she'd been raped anally. And the father issued a stern warning to his wife.

"He didn't want anybody to help (the teen)," said Sgt. Cheryl Johnson, supervisor of the Fort Worth sex crimes unit, adding that the man also stated that he would hurt his stepson.

But unbeknownst to the father, police say, the man's wife posted bond for her son's release from the Arlington jail. When the teen called home for a ride on the early afternoon of Jan. 3, it was his stepfather who answered the phone and arrived at the jail to pick up the teen.

But the pair didn't go home, investigators say....

How Porn Ruined Sex

Reading this blog post got me thinking.

It's been a long time since I've been on the dating scene, but I've got single girlfriends who tell me things that make me cringe.

"...just like the younger generation apparently doesn't believe sex transpired unless they documented it on an easily memory stick-able format, "they don't think sex is 'good' unless it's somehow fetish-y,""

That is a sad statement.
It tells me that there is a disconnect from emotion and caring, a crack like addiction to the "next level" without the depth required to to get to that level through an inspired connection between two people...without the accoutrements.
For most of the women I know, sex is mostly about brain candy.
Yes...yes...attraction, looks, the little things...the way a watch sits on a man's wrist, the way he carries himself...a million little things that lead up to it.

"...She went along with it. "I really liked him!" It involved spanking with a special S&M belt and calling her his dirty little slut and other highly inventive nicknames to indicate that he was "dominating" her. ("I do that to keep from getting too close to women," the dude, a psychiatrist, later explained. Nice job!)"

The "going along with it" that so many women are doing is a sad state of affairs.
It tells me that women don't value themselves enough to follow their own feelings of discomfort in a sexual situation and context. It tells me that they're settling for sex without the real next 
level of desire and passion.
For what?
Just to be with someone? Anyone?

Doing it to keep from getting too close to women, says to me that many men are just plain chicken.

Sunday Click Around

I love a funny face.
Here is someones "best face of 2007" compilation.

I'm not much of a Disney fan, and I never have been...Here is "8 Fairy Tales and Their Not So Happy Endings".
It's missing Beauty and the Beast, which is the one that pissed me off the most. In the original,
the beast doesn't change into a handsome prince...he remains the beast, and she loves him anyway...kind of the whole effin' point of the story.

These 1950's scenes done in packing tape by Mark Khaisman are pretty amazing (found at ectoplasmosis).

I'm a big fan of Googie architecture. I don't know why I like the Jetson's like 1950's style. Perhaps it was the high hopes of the people of the era. I mean, we were supposed to be zipping around in our own personal pods by now. Like the Jetsons.
Speaking of The Jetsons... EEP, OPP, ORK AH-AH.
Googie Architecture Online has some great photos of the style...and just for good measure, here's another site too.

When I saw the pictures of this woman's wedding cake, I almost spit out my coffee.
Firstly, it's the most hideous cake I've ever seen. Secondly, I'm not sure the bride has a big enough ego. (found at Cynical-C).

Jacob Lawrence’s “Migration of the Negro” paintings at the Triple Candie gallery in Harlem. I really, really like them.

Layers of Voyeurism is interesting to see and listen to.

25 Years of the Brown Sisters is a chronological timeline of four sisters in photographs. One thing is consistent...that one pissed off sister.

The 10 Golden Rules of Sales.

What is with European men and the speedo?....let it go already!

The return of funny wedding photos. Amusing.

Some bathroom stall graffiti is hilarious, and some profound. Here is "The Writings on the Stall", a compilation of bathroom wisdom sent in by readers.

I don't, and never did find Sting sexy. The idea that he and his wife participated in swinging and tantric sex is a visual I do not need.

That's all.

Oh, and photos of the Gay Pride Parade in Madrid.

Since I get so many hits for this...I thought I'd repost it:



A couple of days ago, Chris over at Cynical-C posted this joke article on How to Argue with Females.
Well, I've decided to post my own tips on How to Argue with Guys.

Here it is:

(It's a joke. Don't e-mail me or get your briefs in a knot.)

Step 1. Hide the remote.
Guys hate having to pay attention and think about things. It’s much more comfortable for them to sweep things under the rug, and you know that is generally as close to a broom as they get.

Step 2. Pretend to compromise.
Guys generally don’t think too far in advance. Their attention span is short, so it’s easy to get them to think that you’ve capitulated when you’ve actually got them to do what you want by massaging their egos. Remember: The man is the head of the household, but the woman is the neck, and the neck can turn the head any way she wants.

Step 3. Dig up ancient history.
Don’t forget to bring up all of the things he’s done that’s even remotely similar to whatever is pissing you off today. This is one of the things guys tell each other women do all the time. Why disappoint them? Especially since you probably have years worth of stuff to throw back up…even though you’ve only been together for about a year.

Step 4. Use Strategy.
Plan all arguments around major sporting events. Always plan to make your point about a minute before the game. He will give in to all demands.

Step 5. Don’t let him interrupt you.
Talk louder if you have to. Yell if you have to. Combine this with step 3 to totally frustrate him and shut him up. Without the remote (see step 1) he won’t know what to do. If you’re lucky he’ll leave in frustration and you’ll be able to watch Desperate Housewives in peace.

Step 6. Take a cheap shot.
Make some sort of reference to his mother. Call him a "Mama’s boy". Mention "Apron strings". Guys hate any reference to being attached to their mothers. It flips some sort of switch that turns them into 12 year olds.

Step 7. Have Patience.
If the argument escalates, cut off all communication with him. This drives guys nuts because they think that you’re the one dying to talk to them. If you do answer, answer by using a really happy voice saying "Hi (some other guys name)", and when he says it's him, change your tone to disappointment. They hate that.

Step 8.(For Canadians only)
Tell him there’s no more beer, and the beer store is closing in 15 minutes. He’ll agree with anything you say just to get there before they lock the doors.

Step 9. Compare his technique with your ex-boyfriends.
It throws him off his game. He’ll be consumed with thinking back on what he’s doing that is wrong, which will enable you to move in for the kill.

Step 10. Be vague.
Let him know you are angry, but when he asks why
just tell him "You know why!" or “If I have to tell you…”
He is guilty of at least a dozen infractions at any given time and this will throw him off as he tries to figure out the exact thing you’re referring to.

Step 11. Cry.
If you find yourself cornered, cry.
It automatically puts him on the defensive. Accuse him of being mean and hurting your feelings. When combined with step 7, you may be able to get him to fetch things for you for days.

Remember, we’ve been letting men think that they are the more intelligent of the genders for centuries. All throughout history men have believed themselves to be in control of every facet of existence.
We women know that they really couldn’t separate laundry without our help.

How to swaddle your baby without paying 40 bucks.



Babies generally like to be wrapped tight...dunno, must be that whole 9monthsinthewomb thing.

I saw this special, amazing miracle blanket on sale for $39.95...and thought about how many people will be convinced that this is some sort of exceptional thing that can only be done with a super duper $40 blanket.
I suppose every company that makes something for kids is looking for the same success that diaper companies have had convincing people that their kids need to be in them for as long as possible.

People who have bought diaper companies bullshit about "pull-ups" kill me.
It's the discomfort of the wet that gets them toilet trained...if you make it comfortable for kids to sit in their own mess, they will.
The job of the company is to keep your kid in diapers for as long as possible.

I guess what I'm on about is the inability of so many people to use common sense.
Yeah.
That's what I'm really on about.

"OLDS 1999 Intrigue

Totally uncool parents who obviously don't love teenage son, selling his car. Only driven for 3 weeks before snoopy mom who needs to get a life found booze under front seat. $3,700/offer. Call meanest mom on the planet."


That's right.

Karma is a Wacko

Back in October I commented on Jessica Seinfeld's Cookbook and it's similarities to Missy Lapine's book that was published before Seinfeld's, but didn't do as well without a famous husband to get her a date with Oprah.

Shortly after, Jerry went on Letterman and did this:




...and I said (at that time) that following that interview, I hoped that Lapine sued.

Apparently, she has....and Jerry is named in the suit because:

"Seinfeld went on Letterman's show and described Lapine as "angry" and "hysterical." He then compared her to the kind of "wackos" that had previously stalked Letterman. The comedian then added that Lapine was a "three-name woman" and "if you read history, many of the three-name people do become assassins." The complaint, an excerpt of which you'll find below, adds that Seinfeld also described Lapine as a "nutjob" in a second television interview."

I'm surprised that Jerry dismissed her the way that he did.
He, of all people should know better.

How to Shake Your Booty Like Beyonce.



Instructions:

#1: Have a booty to shake.

I love fog...I took a walk in the ravine behind our house today...



...a couple more at Look Up Radmila.

Sunday Click Around.

Durga Puja Series by Dr. Vivik. Some great shots there.

A little while ago, I revisited some music by Bijelo Dugme. Here is Sve Ce To O Mila Moja Prekriti Ruzmarin I Sas, and Uspavanka za Radmilu M...I was searching for Kad Zaboravis Juli....but all I could find was this version by a tribute band. It doesn't do it justice, since BD often used entire orchestras...and the song I'm talking about tears your heart with strings.

The photo is part of Photographer Carl Warner's series of photos called "Foodscapes" where everything was made entirely out of food. I particularly like the mountains made made from loaves of Italian bread.

Internet attention grabbing is a non-stop business. Here are Baby Toupees...funny and cute at the same time.

Dancing with The Godfather of Soul...James Brown teaches you some dance steps.

Ok...so on New Year's Day, I couldn't sleep...and watched La Vie En Rose, Edith Piaf's life story. I read her biography a million years ago...and I really enjoyed the movie. It sent me on a bit of a search for her music. Here is Padam, Padam, and a Quand même from 1935, as well as Sophie. My favourite Piaf song: La Vie En Rose...Here is an interview with Edith..it looks like the 1960's...there's something about Edith's eyes in that interview, world weary and yet vulnerable.

A baby was born in a McDonald’s restroom in Vancouver, Washington, and the mother didn’t even know she was pregnant. How does this happen?

Now, this is the kind of "art installment" I can get behind.

Run to Old is another one of those animations reminding us how fleeting life is.

Ok...now, if you travel...this will totally gross you out and encourage you to walk with your own sanitizer.

Vinyl Sleeve Heads is pretty good.

World’s Heaviest Woman that Underwent Gastric Bypass Surgery Died. In the comment section, someone referred to an illness that plagues people who get that huge, but couldn't remember what it was called.
It's called Prader Willi Syndrome, and I've posted a documentary about it before...here is the heartbreaking documentary in full again.

Ok.
That's all.

Seriously

You know...we've all got that "ex" that makes ire bubble up the back of our necks.
The one that you can't think of without mouthing "fucking bastard" to yourself.

But, this chick went way out.

Women on the road to success who are determined to screw up their lives are becoming so common, that I'm going to have to start a new category for them.

Remember Lisa Nowak, and Pam Coburn, and Alysia Lane.

Damn...it's a whole category already.

I. Am. So. Out of it.

I'm back to work today, and don't even know where to begin to catch the momentum I had before I left.

The holidays were filled with hosting various soirees with little time for anything other than alternating between hors d'oeuvre preparation, cooking and cleaning.

On New Year's Eve...(our last fête), I announced in a drunken slur, "I'm doing fuck ALL next year...Next year, I'm a Gat.damn guest!"

I have a question.
If you're invited to someones house for a party, do you think it's fine if you bring guests without asking your hosts if it's o.k.?

We had a situation on New Year's Eve when some acquaintances we invited brought with them two women who had the manners, and couth of crack whores.

Seriously, I was half a glass of wine from covering their entire faces with my hand and pushing them backwards out my front door one after the other.

If close friends or family do this...all are welcome (within reason)...when people we don't know well do it, I'm not o.k. with it.