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Apropos of nothing there's a Brimstone marathon on Chiller, right now. Damn that was good television.

OT: Jude Law should get tested, immediately.

As long as Alec Baldwin stays until the end of 30 Rock, I'm good. I think his contract runs out next year and I'm crossing my fingers that the show goes longer than that. Hopefully with him on it.

That Intervention chick was stone cold fuck nuts. Anyone who expresses surprise that they lost some teeth from the drugs, while acknowledging that it says ON THE BOX that you can loose your teeth, is not right.

While we're on the subject of going against all credibility in contests (not that I haven't started movements that have invalidated votes from pure influx of "I vote for Robert's book" ballots when specifically instructed not to), allow me to shamelessly plug the horror short story writing contest I run each month that just started again today. The site's all shiny and spiffy since I used web design to get through some horrible news last night.

Three hours searching through hex-code to match the site to the blog and I still need to fix the header image. Too small on a widescreen monitor, too big on a standard monitor. Sigh. Some day.

Yes, I voted for the song. I'm pretty sure with the 3000+ vote margin it's going to win.

Sir, you should show some respect for Dita Von Teese. Women willing to get micturated upon by creepy dudes -- and, really, if you get your rocks off by pissing on women, you're almost certainly creepy -- are among the rarest treasures in the world.

Add that to side-by-side duplexes and decorative sidewalks.

I fucking hate duplexes. Let's make out.

OK, so you're not supposed to put florescent light bulbs in the garbage because they contain MERCURY. If you break one, you have to get out of your house and have a HASMAT team show up immediately. And yet these idiots are breaking florescent lights over each other's heads. Forget the blood and glass. These assholes are going to die of mercury poisoning long before lockjaw or pus sets in.

Re: Jersey Shores--I'm so glad I'm me, I'm so glad I'm me, I'm so so so GLAD I'm not a vapid famewhore with no interest in anything other than looks and tans and hiking my fake boobs up to my chin.

Whenever I see stuff like florescent tube fighting, I wonder what aliens would think of us if they saw it. Would they destroy us immediately out of fear, or pity? We're supposed to be evolved now, people, we're past the point of having to whack each other with sharp things! Hell, if it was personal, I could maybe understand it, but just for sport (and money, I assume)? What if that shit gets in your eye?

Gee, wearing heels all the time is bad for your feet? Who knew. If you've got bitchin' legs, you don't need disfiguring shoes to show them off. My mom and grandma always wore heels, and the results were scarring to behold; my grandma had to slit her shoes all the way around to make room for her bunions, and my mom now shares a similar fate, with feet that spread so much they looked webbed, and toes that cross over on themselves, and big toes that point 90 degrees away from the foot. Which is why I pamper the hell out of my feet and avoid heels like the plague.

Surprised Kitty is one of the cutest goddamned things I've ever seen. Makes my cats look like a pile of puke. Oh, what, like they're going to read this? They've only got access to dial-up from home, they don't have the patience for that.

I do believe that every one of those Jersey Shore guys is a raving Queen. Now, there is nothing at all wrong with being a raving Queen, but these dudes are pretending to be straight, which is just silly.
You are a Queen if:

1) You wax your eyebrows into dramatic shapes. There is manscaping and then there is Diva.

2) You spend more than 30 minutes in front of the mirror before you leave the house, not including careful shaving routines for the hirsute gents out there. Do what you gotta do.

3)If you use more than 2 hair products at the same time.
a) If you cannot leave the house without said hair products.

4)If you have to be prettier than any woman you date.

5) If you man-tan to the point that the palms of your hands are the only part of your body that is your natural color.

DeadBessie.
The amount of heavy metals in our bodies is frightening. If people only knew... Lead, Mercury, Arsenic, even Iron. It is ubiquitous.

Alec Baldwin is considering retiring after “30 Rock” ends its run (Nooooooo!), and here are the reasons he should not.

If he does retire, he could devote his spare time to finding a way to fix that part of his brain that allows you to care about people.

I bet the Seth Rogen and Paul Rudd characters from The 40 Year Old Virgin would LOVE the Japanese fluorescent tube fights.

Sooo, there were plants on the moon that somehow sucked the non-existent metals, and the best smelting process these folks could come up with was via anthropophagism?. Wow that is a fucked up book.

P.S. The worst part of that Dragon Age scene?

After your character expresses a desire for a real relationship, the elf dude basically says "I got what I wanted. You do whatever the hell you want."

It is just so sad.

You played it too, Verm? That Elf Dude was such a bitch to me. I got ambushed and he turned on me in a second. Fuck him.
Well, actually I never actually fucked the Elf but I felt like Tracy Jordan the way I was gettin' Morrigan pregnant.

Sooo, there were plants on the moon that somehow sucked the non-existent metals, and the best smelting process these folks could come up with was via anthropophagism?
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You're a phagism.

JDW:

Well, strictly speaking I am sometimes a little bit androphagist, but mostly as a light garnish.

My hubby's 2nd grade teacher used to have a glass jar with mercury in it, and she would pour a little into each of their hands and let them play with it, BARE HANDED. You know some got absorbed through their skin, and a lot got dropped on the ground and ended up between the floor boards for the rest of the school year and eternity. I'm sure some was eaten, too.

Of course, hubby also made model rockets and once decided to make his own liquid rocket fuel. I don't remember what he mixed up (this was the 1950's), but he set himself on fire. Frankly, I'm amazed he survived childhood.

I don't feel an ounce of pity for Dita Von Teese or Posh. There is such a thing as stacked heels. And toe pads. And lower heels. And platforms. Look into it, bitches. I'm on my feet in heels for at least 4 hours a day and mine are just fine. Guess I'm just a tougher broad than they are.

MoMo, I believe it is Blade
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120611/

A Vampire hunter. Like Buffy, only darker.