Life... What a Cunt

Life is back to "normal". I am single again and I have to say I am not loving it. I ended a budding relationship that started two weeks ago and yet I still feel empty. I think I let myself get accustom to having someone there all the time and someone I was accountable to. Now that I have me, myself and I to sit with all day, it is kind of boring to say the least.
I do have a ton to look forward to, however. I am consulting with the web designer today about my website. We are working on it tonight. I just got my photos back from the photographer. I can start working like I have wanted to. I am filming for a website in a couple weeks or so. I have a big production set for next month. I am starting a new job. You are all going to see some big changes taking place in the blog and also in me.
Be excited. Be very excited.

Varla, you so fun, guuurl!

Ok, so Trent got me hooked on what seems to me a neo- To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything!. Though the story lines are a bit... well drastically incomparable, the feel of the movie still reminds me of To Wong Foo, without the dramatic tear jerking moments. My favorite scene from this movie will go down in history as my favorite drag queen scene of all time! Enjoy

Ch-ch-ch-changes

Hello, peeps! So, as most of you already know, I have a new boy in my life. By boy, I mean man. He is quite a bit older than I am and I don't know, yet, how the age difference will play a role in the relationship. By relationship I mean that thing that is kind of just beginning but is so new that it can't possibly constitute as anything. I have always been one to rush new relationships and I am really trying to just take it easy and see where things lead. This confuses me because I don't know if these "things" are "leading" themselves too fast or it is me. I don't know. Frankly, I don't care either. Life is about adventure and excitement. Life is just as much about making mistakes as it is making amazing moves. It is all a gamble. You never know if a risky move will make or break your life. The chance that it could even effect you is part of the allure of taking risks.
I don't know about any of you, but I like to take chances. I take chances with the friends I choose, the jobs I take on, the adventures I go on and the things I buy into. So far I have written a very interesting and intriguing life story. I will continue to do so whether or not everything goes down in shambles or rises up to the height of greatness.
The height of arrogance is the potential depth of destruction. To be humble yet confident in one's self provides endless possibility to take reasonable risks with minimal damage. Relationships are the same way. Being arrogant enough to think that you are enough for one person's satisfaction is going to leave a potentially fatal door open. To take it easy and allow yourself to prove yourself to another person and vise versa is smart and noble.
I think taking things slow is smart. I also, however, like to take risks. Which path do I take? As far as logic is concerned, being safe could be better than being sorry. As far as artistic views of life are concerned, being safe doesn't necessarily guarantee lack of regret. Now I have to figure out what kind of a person I am. Am I one who relies solely upon logic and safety, leaving out any possibility for curves and adventure? Or am I one who wants to treat life as a book and make it the most interesting story ever told? I think.. ER... I know that I am the latter person. I am about to embark on a great adventure. I am taking you along on the whole way. Keep your fingers crossed and your seat belts fastened. It is going to be a roller coaster.

Crazy Week.

This week has been, by any interpretation of the word, crazy. It all started on Monday. Just like any week. My buddy, Jeremy Hall called me and said he was going to be in town for a couple days. I went up to the strip and we hung out, went to dinner and had a good time. It was good to see him before he went clear across on the other side of the country.

So, I came home Tuesday and got a call from CVS Pharmacy. They wanted to call me in for an interview on Wednesday. So, I was really excited about that because then I would have proof of income and I could get my car loan!
So, Wednesday rolls around, I go to the interview. It went great. I got on the bus and headed to the gym. I spent a couple hours working out and came home. The bus line in Las Vegas is so slow. So, going to the gym takes a few hours out of my day. Anyway, I came home as soon as I walked in my room I got a text message from this guy.
I talked to this guy for about a week and he seemed nice enough, so we went on a date on Wednesday night. We went to Starbucks and got some coffee. He was really interesting.
Basically I have seen him everyday since then. We have gone out to dinner, lunch, the gym, and around town. He is so nice.
to be perfectly honest I felt bad about leading him on only to disappoint him by telling him "By the way... I am a porn kid." So, I didn't lead him on and told him right away. At first he told me he couldn't ever be with someone who did that. After a couple days and thinking that that was the final answer I was really broken up. I love my job and I don't think I want to give it up so early in the game. I told him last night that I was having this battle in my mind. We got it all cleared up and basically, he said that we aren't going to let a petty little thing like my career choice extinguish the possibility of making this work.
So, I don't know why I told all of you about this.I guess it is because I really have nobody else to talk to at the moment. The present situation is kind of complicated and tangled up. If I say one thing to a certain person, it will bring up a conversation that I really don't want to face right now. Maybe it won't be as bad as I am thinking it will be.
Anyway... that is why I have been absent from my blog for a few days. I hope you forgive me... until then, muah!

Inferma

Michael Moore is probably the most controversial documentary producer of this day. His new film, Sicko is now out and loud. It documents the flaws and villains of the health care industry. If you watch the film, you can really feel the pain of the people telling their HMO horror stories. It is all very profound and heart wrenching, yes, but the gravity of America's destitute doesn't hit you until you witness something first hand.
Today I took the bus to the gym. At the bus stop I saw a security car pull up to the bus stop. I saw a crying woman put one leg out of the car, pause, and with a shriek of pain she lobbed the other one out of the car. She nudged herself out of the car, doubled over, sobbing. She couldn't walk. Her arm was in a sling. She was wearing a hospital gown and hospital bracelets. She couldn't pay her bill and the hospital kicked her to the curb. Literally. She was delirious and didn't know where she was. She kept asking for a cab, but apparently the hospital was too cheap to pay for one. She wouldn't have gotten home if it wasn't for this wonderful nurse that works at the hospital. She nursed her on the bus and guided her home.
I was so disturbed. Sure, it was sad to see someone who was obviously in need of serious medical attention thrown out like garbage to the curb, but what was more disturbing was that I myself do not have health insurance. If I, God forbid, got in a car crash I would be out of work and I wouldn't be able to pay the hospital bill and I would be thrown to the curb, too. This makes me kind of scared to tell you the truth. I don't want to offend anyone when I say this: but I hate America. I love the America of yesterday. The America that I love takes care of its citizens in time of need. The America I love saves you when you can't save yourself. The America of today doesn't care about its citizens lives, freedoms, nor their pursuit of happiness. The America of today is run by a tyrant government. I wish people would wake up and start a revolution. when will we say enough is enough and stand up for ourselves as human beings? When are we going to turn off the god damned TV and start learning what is going on without the help of lobbying mainstream media? If you don't care about your rights as a human being, then maybe you should care for the rights of those you love. How would you feel if you mother died because of a hospital bill? How would you feel if the IRS repossessioned all of your things because you made a mistake in your tax report? How would you feel if you knew that your children were being brainwashed in the public school system so that they came out prepared to be a drone of the tyrant government? Well, I am quite positive you would be upset. If you didn't you are not human.
I don't mean to throw anyone off guard to make anyone upset... I just want to tell you that I am upset. I am upset and I am sick of people to talking about the fucking elephant in the middle of the room.

Vic B: Jealous Housewife?

I think that anytime "sexy" and "stalker" are put in the same sentence next to each other, the sentence is probably a jealous wife. A jealous wife like, say, perhaps Vic B. It was reported by a British tabloid that a sultry girl evaded through security and made it up to David Beckham's hotel room in the King Edward Hotel in Toronto. Sources reported that the girl was clearly delirious. It is funny that, while most sources said that the girl was clearly a scary stalker type person the source that is closest to Beckham said that the entire story is not true. I am speculating that the "sources" were probably some of the LA Galaxy teammates. You always protect your buddies when they are caught up in scandal or potential scandal. I would like to know this girl even knew what room they were staying in. Maybe she followed them. Have you ever seen a group of guys being followed by a sexy woman, alone? My prediction is that if a group of guys was being followed by a sexy chick, they would probably notice and say hi, or maybe even invite her back to the room for some drinks. That's just my opinion.
I wish I could hire an extra body guard every time I have encounters with strange people. I can't count the number of times I have been scared out of my wits because some old nasty wants to get a piece. Say for instance today. I just found out recently that one of my roommates is an ex porn star. I would say I would keep his identity to myself, but after what I am about to tell you, I am reconsidering being noble. I went out for a walk. He asked me where I was going. I told him, "I'm bored so I am going to go up to the store and burn off some energy." "Bored?", he says,"Well...I have something you can do." I am sure you can all guess what he proposed next. "We can have sex." He was dead serious. I told him no. He begged, "Why not?". Well, that was enough to make me nervous. It isn't like I haven't been approached to have sex by strange guys, but this is my roommate. He is kind of off his rocker a bit. I'm not sure of what he is capable of. Kind of pausing in a subtle sense.
Whether the allegations are factual or fictitious, Vic B isn't taking any chances. She has hired extra bodyguards to keep her hubby safe from the awful competition. This woman is really on a mission. She is damn protective. Remember this clip from when she was hiring a PA?

I can't say that being protective is such an awful trait to have, but like any good thing, you can over execute.

Rocking Beethoven?

Ok.. so I am really eclectic. I have always loved all types of music, but never really pursued certain kinds because of the grand associative punch that comes with some genres. One of those in particularly happens to be classical music. I was bored the other day and this was my inner dialogue:

"Let's download some classical music! No! Prudes listen to Bach and Beethoven and Mozart. You are a non conventionalist. You cannot listen. Wait! This world is full of non conventionality. Part of that is doing what isn't expected from you. But people like you aren't allowed to listen to classical music. People like me? I am a human being..."

Now you know why people call me crazy. They call me crazy because sometimes my inner dialogue comes out in the open. Yes, perhaps I am a bit off kilter. I think listening to classical music on my own without having to do homework on it was sort of like chopping off some of the neuronets in my brain that really keep me captive and only allow me to go so far in life. I think you all know what I am saying. Have you ever wanted to paint but thought that it isn't your place to be painting; maybe to just leave that to people who do that sort of thing. Maybe I am crazy but sometimes I feel like the choir boy who is tied up in this world of sex, money, and drama. Then other times I feel the complete opposite. I sometimes feel like I am the heathen child that escaped from the world of sex, money, and immorality and into the real world of grocery stores, post offices, hourly jobs, bus stops, and living rooms where The View, CNN and Oprah fill the atmosphere religiously. Well, I think there are more non conventionalists in this generation than in any other. Maybe I am wrong but doesn't it seem as thought you see self expression ramp id in shopping malls as well as grocery stores. Does anyone else notice the ironic society that is becoming America? I don't know. There are still the stereotypes. I, on the other hand, see no need or obligation to conformitive thinking or expression. Today I had a long talk with one of my close friends. He made me think and pull back inside myself and really examine the particles of which compile my day to day motivations and urges. Th particles, I found, weren't like anything I had ever seen before. I saw them not as pre-determined or destined, but free and blank. They were just waiting for me to tell them what to do. I found out that I could change their coarse, direction, form, size, quantity and anything else. These particles were my emotions.
Something interesting about emotions is this: they are chemical. They are just as influential, if not more in most cases, as alcohol and drugs. The cells in your body have loading docks built into them so they can receive these chemicals. Just like your body soaks up drugs and alcohol into every cell, so it does your emotions as well. Just as you can get addicted to certain chemical compounds found in drugs, so you can also get addicted to emotions. I realized today as I was examining my emotions, quite harshly I might add, that I was addicted to a certain emotion or cocktail of emotions. I call this deadly concoction The Roller Coaster. I realized today that I look for any and every opportunity to drag my own face in the dirt and then find something to bring me back up into euphoria. If the roller coaster stops, I feel nervous and itching. This has been a problem and was becoming worse as days went on. I decided today that I am going to get detoxify my toxic mind and come out on the other side with a cleaner, fresher perspective. Isn't it funny how life unfolds sometimes?
Anyway... before I went on a rant I was going to show you guys and girls my new favorite song. It is classical. It is amazing.

Hostel II Review

I love me some Eli Roth and I love me some Quentin Tarantino. If it wasn't for the fact that he's so damn gumpy I would have his babies. His last film was amazing. I can't remember if Grinhouse came out before or after Hostel II, but both were amazing. Today I watched both Hostel and the sequel. Both produced and directed by Eli thought I think Q co-directed. I'm not positive. I must say that the first film didn't carry that Quentinessence as much as the second film did. I am not even sure how much he input into this film. Though now that I think about it, it is kind of funny that he sneaked in Pulp Fiction in the background. I didn't even realize that until just this moment. At any rate, I loved Hostel two because Quentin's style really showed through more. I mean, you had the strange contrast of emotion, the creepy ironies, and the sick and twisted humor. The thing about it is that I never even expected the ending, which is what I have come to love about this guy's work. You can never even fathom a Tarantino ending until it bites a chunk right out of your ass, which by this time is hanging off the end of your seat.
If you have not seen the ending I won't ruin it for you. Wait. That's not my nature. If you haven't see the movie, then shame on you deserve to be spoiled. Here is what happens. Girl finds herself the victim to monsters who want to torture her and kill her. She happens to have a client who is walking the fence about his decision to get caught up in such a twisted secret club. He goes back and forth between not wanting to take part in the slashing to treating this girl the way he would want to treat his evil unappreciative wife back home. She toys with his mind until he releases her, puts her on the floor and just about as he goes to take advantage of her, she head bangs him right in the face. She busts out the surveillance camera and ties him to the chair. She ask for the code to the keypad lock on the metal door. She asks him again and when he doesn't answer she shoves a needle in his ear. She puts in something which appears to be false. "It didn't work!" she says. "The door is opening". And with that men barge in and she, pouncing down from a ladder behind them that she so cleverly had time to climb and plan a sneak ambush, nails the man in the head with a brick or something. She screams "Sasha!". The leader of this pain palace comes marching in to find himself in a room with a girl pointing a gun at his face with her other hand holding a pair of scissors to her client's penis surrounded by guards with handguns. "I want to buy myself out of here" she says. They argue for a moment about where she will get the money and if she could even afford it. Then they finally agree, however with a slight twist. Nobody can leave this place unless they kill someone. Those are the terms of these contracts between the clients and the house of pain. She snips of her once to be killer's genitals and rips it off. "Let him bleed to death". She stomps out of the room and the next frame you see her getting the secret club's emblem tattooed on her back. How scandalous!! I know there must be a sequel, otherwise I will be pissed beyond all belief.
If you want to see this favorite scene of mine, click here. It is something you will surely appreciate.
I found it on youtube also. It has some stupid text at the beginning, sorry. But if you are impatient, here you go...


Did you think I would leave you hanging like that for real? Aw, how cute! I also tracked down some interviews and reviews and what not. As Missywould say:ENJOY!!!


WEll! I guess there goes my hopes for a trilogy. Damn you Roth!!

Finally! A Real Politition.

Ok. So I normally don't trust any politician, especially a republican. Every time I have myself against a wall some special person stands out among the heathens and convinces me that it is ok to walk away from my wall, if only with them. That person is Ron Paul. I have not studied up on many other politicians running for presidency in 2008, mainly because they are all faker than margarine. You can buy cheap sticks of pre-measured margarine at any store. Sure, they all have slight differences. Maybe some even taste better than the others, but they are still fake and they all mimic the real thing: butter. Dr. Paul is homemade butter. His passion is remarkably churning compared to the stagnancy of Hilary Clinton. I could go on and on, but I feel a picture is worth a billion words. Here are some video clips of my new favorite guy in the whole world.


If you have not registered to vote for 2008, please don't let this once in a lifetime opportunity to pass us by. Ron Paul is the most genuine man I have ever seen in politics.

Please visit Ron Paul 2008 Dot Com
If you believe in this man as much as I do, get involved, spread the word, start the conversation.

Human Flaws

We all get sick from time to time. The ironic thing is that we never expect to fall ill. I never ever get sick. I guess my body is just telling me that I have dis ease about something. My psychology is all screwed up right now. I need to get this taken care of. I have a philosophy about disease. If you break up the stems of the word you get dis ease. Which means a body, mind, and spirit which is not at ease with itself. One of those three elements cannot bear the whole burden of stress, so when your mind is overwhelmed, your body has to take some of the load. Think about it. When you feel immense pain, you don't care if someone hurt you in the past or that the teller at the bank was rude the day before, you just want to get rid of the pain at hand. I think that is our systems way of relieving some areas of the self when we are too stupid to realize we are damaging our balance. The same goes for the mind taking the workload off the body. I personally laugh hysterically when I feel sudden unexpected pain. When I hit my head or something bites me, I laugh. Endorphins are at the heart of this quirkiness. The mind produces endorphins to counteract the pain.
So, see when we fall sick it is most likely because there is an imbalance in our system. Luckily for me I already know where the imbalance is. It is in two places. One is my mind. It is all screwed up. I am worried about everything under the sun and it feels like time is running out. That is an issue that may have plausible concerns, but most likely can be fixed if I take some initiative and become more proactive. The other is my body. I have not been drinking any water and I have been going out running, literally, errands for three days. I am wearing myself out and I am not taking care of myself the way I need to. So now I see this pandemonium forming, this vicious cycle of balancing. My mind is stressed and it is causing my body to take the burden off my mind. My body is stressed and my mind is trying to take the burden off my body. The good thing about this is that when the mind take the burden something happens that is kind of a miracle of sorts. Endorphins are created to make one feel better. So,in this specific case, my body is taking the burden for my mind, and my mind is taking the burden off my body. So in all actuality my mind is taking the burden of itself. Maybe my theory is wrong, but it makes sense to me.

*photo via wayodd.com

Halloween Costumes!

Halloween is my favorite time of year. I don't particularly love candy all that much, but it is the dressing up that gets me all worked up. It is the time of year when you can literally be anything you want to be. I have been racking my Brain trying to find a costume.I think I found the perfect website to helping me find a wicked cool costume. Last year I was Medusa. Now, this year since I have a hot body to show off I might go with something more sexy and boyish. But if I ever decided to go as a girl again I would definitely wear this...

This is the cutest costume I have ever seen in my life. It is innovative and fresh and my favorite: colorful. But, I do need a boy costume. I was looking through this site,costumecauldron.com and found the perfect costume.

Wouldn't that look funny with me walking around in Los Angeles on Halloween night in a giant alien costume? Haha. I think that is exactly what I am going to do. It will be nothing less than amazing.

If you are still looking for a Halloween costume, go to Costume Cauldron Dot Com and pick one out!

Photoshoot/ Website

Today I had one thing and one thing only on my mind: photo shoot! Today the photographer came by and we took some pictures. Twink boy didn't leave and stayed the night again. His friend never came and got him last night, so twinky boy stayed with me until this morning. And by morning of course, I mean one o'clock in the afternoon. I never sleep in that fucking late. I have no clue why I did this morning. For heaven's sake that is really fucking late to sleep in!! Anywho, I woke up and got in the shower. After I took a shower, I told my friend to find a ride home because I had a ton to do today. So, his friend came and got him. I said goodbye and came back in and got to work!
I first straightened my hair. I think I need a haircut, I don't know. What do you think? I will put a poll up. Anyway, so I noticed that my hair is not working the way it needs to. I did that, cleaned up my room, and had some brunch.
The photographer called and said he was almost here, I gave him directions and he showed up. We set up in my bedroom, which to say the least was a bit cramped with my bed, nightstand, lights, photographer, his assistant and myself. But, we made it work. We had a lot of fun ad laughed pretty much the entire time.
I was kind of nervous because
A.)I had never done a photo shoot on my own off of a
porn set.
B.)I didn't know if the photographer had done xxx
photos before.
C.)I am a perfectionist and was nervous this
opportunity would be wasted because I couldn't be
or have everything just right.
Turns out I had nothing to be nervous about. I loved the photographer and his assistant. They were very nice and creative and open. They helped me pose. They helped me open up with every shot. The actual pictures turned out better than I could have hoped for. We got the candid style that I love and also the professional style that I have always admired. We took a ton of pictures. I felt like I was on America's Next Top Model...the XXX version. LOL

Now that the photo shoot is out of the way, I can get my site started. I am seriously about to burst from excitement. You all are going to love my new site. Fresh. Innovative. Sexy. Intriguing. Those are just some of the words I would use to describe my new site. You all are going to love it.
Well... it has been a long day. I love days like these where I can lay down and sleep feeling like I accomplished something. Goodnight!!

Why Do I...?

As I promised, a tasty story for you all.

This morning I woke up with a twink in my bed. By twink I mean the kind that look not a day older than twelve. Well, this one looks maybe fourteen, I'll give him that much.
So this all started yesterday when my friend pointed out this kid's rentboy profile. The reason he did this was because I thought this kid lived in San Diego, but turns out he lives here in Las Vegas. My friend always makes it a point to prove me wrong always.
so, I emailed this boy...
"Hey, this is Blair. We met down at the Blue Moon Resort a while back. We also saw you at San Diego Pride. I had no idea you lived in Vegas! Call me sometime we should hang out. By the way this isn't a proposition. I am not hiring you as an escort so get that off your head.LOL"

A little while after I sent that he did call me and wanted to hang out that instant. I was taken back by his aggressiveness. I told him maybe we could wait and see. Then, without warning he calls me up at 3:40 this morning wanting to come spend the night. At first I said absolutely not. I don't know this kid very well, and to be quite honest I wasn't interested in him as much in a sexual way as I was in purely friendship.
so, at first my instincts told me no, but then I remembered something. A principle that I have left laying in the dust in the name of logic and reason. The principle that says "Life is a Book- Make it a best seller". I had always acted in life as if I was writing a book about it. Then I stopped. I stopped because life had become more interesting and complicated than I cared to deal with at the time. Now I think I need to return to my old ways of thinking and let things happen.
So, I gave him directions. He strolled up here and came up. He didn't stop talking. He talked himself to sleep. He made me laugh and see another side of life I forgot existed: careless joy. I forgot what it meant to just do things because it seemed fun. Logic would have told me not to let some guy come over and sleep in my bed that I barely knew. But the way I saw him determined to see me was flattering and astonishing. I think I can learn a thing or two from him on how to get what you want. He knew he was coming over here. He made it happen somehow. He got what he wanted. I hope I can start being that way with life and just getting the things I want. You don't get what you don't ask for, right? right.

Vic B. BM. Any correlation? I think so.

Victoria Beckham might be the coolest fucking woman in the world. What isn't to love? She is beautiful, rich, famous and not to mention that glorious hunk of man attached to her arm, David Beckham, world famous soccer star. She is coming to America and she has a reality show to track every moment. I watched the first episode today and I felt like I was watching myself in a dress. What I mean by that is that Vic B and I share a few brain waves. That could just be me, but I get her bitchiness and find it quite hilarious. She is just misunderstood. Just like me. But in the end, it is all entertaining nonetheless.
Victoria Beckham Coming to America
Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

In Deep: An Update.

Ok, friends and foes alike. This is the point in time in which I disclose my life and what is going on. I rarely do this, but I think I have a few things to talk about that may give some insight and 'spice' into this stagnant blog.
First things first: plans... conniving, scheming plans! Just kidding. My plans for starting my website are as follows: get pictures taken, give them to my web designer, get the site up and going before the summer is over. Hopefully next week this rock will start rolling and stop collecting moss.
Second:work. Tomorrow I have an interview for a real job at Walgreen's. I am not getting this job for money, though it will help to have a little extra cash in my pocket. The reason I am getting this job is because to be quite honest, I am bored. I need some human interaction. Also, I need to get a car and saving up just seems like a never ending road. I can get a car loan if I have proof of income. People who approve loans don't get the concept of freelance. So, I have to get a regular day job to pacify the little cunts in the loan department.
I think that is pretty much life right now. The parts that I think are interesting and impersonal enough to throw in here...lol. Loves yous!!!

Candid Shamra

Ok. Still waiting on the exciting stuff to happen. In the meantime here is some candid nonsense to make you smile. Yippy ka yay!!!

This is a picture of my crazy ass hair. It is getting REALLY long and I am going to hold off o cutting it, because I am going to use it for Halloween. You will see... it will be fierce, child!!!

OMG!!! That video was so long ago... I can't believe what a freaking dork I was. Well... I haven't changed all that much... but I certainly don't dance like that anymore. EEK!! Please don't blackmail me!

Bored... For being a silly old sidekick™ it can take some pretty sexy pictures! Haha.

Bizzarro much?

Once again my trite little habits take me down a rabbit hole I never expected nor intended to go down. I am talking about another documentary.
This one is called "Rabbits". It is quite literally what I imagine could be a dream I once had. The characters are all dressed in rabbit suits and they speak nothing but absolute randomness. My mind is quite literally randomness and the only way to tell one thought from another is by noting the different sorts of suits or facades they render themselves in. At least that was my feeble attempt at rationalizing this horrific nightmare of a film. I had only heard brief little murmurings of the man who created this film, David Lynch, apparently has a reputation for himself as being the man who makes awfully creative and crazy films. I am definitely going to watch the other films he has done and finish this one. But, fair warning, this is not your typical film. It is more like a painting by Dali pent up in walls of modern media form: video. It makes no sense and really provokes involuntary analysis of every little detail. From the green strange walls to the eery lighting. To the quite random applause from an unseen audience in no relevance or correlation to the even more random sentences that spew from these rabbit's mouths. Watch and see. You might find yourself turning into a psychoanalytical viewer... involuntarily of course.
Here is the link to the film. Click Here.

Ecstacy: Dangerous or Enlightening?

I want to start off today with an apology for the lack of amusement in here. I promise, it is about to get exciting. Just wait and be patient!!

As you well know, I love watching documentaries. Las night I watched Ecstasy Rising. I had always wondered what exactly ecstasy was and its effects on the human mind. I had always wondered where and how it came to be.
I learned that ecstasy was the synthetic drug called methylenedioxymethamphetamine. It was first created by accident by German chemists working for the pharmaceutical company, Merck. Since they could find no usefulness for the chemical, they just left it alone.
A man by the name of Alexander Shulgin recovered the formula in a dusty old book and synthesized it after quitting his job at Dow Chemical to commit himself solely to the study of this new drug he called "window". He thought it would be very useful in psychotherapy. He introduced it to hundreds of therapists and at the time, this drug was not illegal. It soon leaked out of the psychiatric circles of the time and into the streets.
It spread throughout Dallas, Texas like wildfire. It didn't gain the worldwide popularity until the British rave parties spread over to the United States. With the spread of raves from coast to coast, ecstasy was unstoppable.
Some scientists thought that this had to be stopped. They formed a propaganda based on faulty experiments and lies. In turn, people learned not to trust their warnings. The majority of the scientific community has yet to find any harm in using reasonable amounts of ecstasy. That does not, however, lend one to believe that it is ok to abuse ecstasy carelessly. Scientists have no idea what the long term side effects of this drug are. when it comes to the point where people realize that there long term side effects to using MDMA, will anyone believe it? After all, the government does nothing but lie. That is very dangerous. When the boy cries wolf again and again and there is no wolf, who will believe when he cries wolf from inside the wolves mouth? Nobody!





What do you think? I have never taken this drug. I don't plan on it. But I know a lot of my friends who do. I personally believe that ecstasy should be legalized and only used in psychotherapy to reduce the risk of it and also use the benefits of it. Of course, I am not a scientist.

Bjork and Kelis. Together?

Here is a peek at the unreleased remix of Oceania by Bjork Featuring Kelis. I absolutely love this. I hope they make an official video together soon.

Enjoy!!!

Iterview on Slut Debutane Diaries...

Tomorrow night, go check out The Slut Debutane Diaries to read my very long, very in depth interview.

Blast from the Past

I love music from the 90's. I love mostly the folk-pop music of the 90's. I was listening to my ipod today and found some great stuff from the days of yesteryear.
Here are some of them...

Natalie Merchant has got to be one of my favorite singers from the 90's. She is simple yet profound. I love this song because I could sing it to so may different people in my life. I am a super bitch sometimes and there are some who have stuck by me no matter what kind of hell I put them through. This song reminds me of that.

Another amazing simple song. Shawn Colvin reminds me of what I could imagine Natalie from The Dixie Chicks would sound like if she went solo.

Why can't people seem to get this music scene back on track? I remember hearing this song by Paul Cole and getting very emotional. It is just very sweet sounding. Another cool song from her, Where Have All The Cowboys Gone is worthy of showing. here it is.

God, does that bring back so many memories.

Who doesn't love Jewel? If she had just stuck to her roots she could still be bringing us the great folk-pop that we, if we admit, really miss these days. Sad.

So,anyway. That is what I have for you today. Sorry it is so bland!! I assure you I will be posting more exciting things soon.

Trydamakemeegotuhrehab I said NO!

The now infamous lush anthem song,"Rehab" sung by Amy Winehouse seems to be now more than a catchy tune, but a very real and serious irony for Miss Winehouse. After an alleged drug overdose in London, Winhouse was rumored to be recovering in The Priory rehab clinic in London. However, these rumors were banished when news broke that she has locked herself i a London hotel room to recover from the overdose which took place at 1 am on Wednesday. She was treated with an adrenaline shot and had her stomach pumped. I seriously hope this girl gets the help she needs.

*image via: planetout.com*

Clearing up Past Issues...

A few weeks ago I went to San Diego to film for Shane's World. I am sure you all have heard all of the nasty things I had said about Caleb Carter. I just want to make it publicly known that the way I reacted wasn't the best. I recently had a chance to apologize to Caleb. I think we are on better terms now, which brings me to a sigh of relief.
The reason I bring this up is because I have learned so much from this. One: jumping on the bandwagon and ganging up on someone is only going to make you look like an idiot. Second: you never know the whole story even if you were there. Don't talk about a situation like you know every single tiny detail because the details will be revealed over time and you will wind up feeling like a dumb ass because you acted like you knew it all. Third: people are people. Bashing someone because of something unfortunate happening is kicking someone when they are already down. Fourth: life is too short. Have a heart and don't try to sabotage anyone. You will probably fail anyway.
I wish I had known all of this back when posting this would have been relevant.

*To Caleb Carter: thank you for being the bigger person and letting it go. I am not sure if I would have been man enough to do the same.

Eye Candy

I posted these candid pictures on my myspace blog a couple months ago. But since those were censored, I thought you might appreciate the real thing. Here you go!


Merry Fucking Christmas!!!

I want to change the world!

You know, sometimes in life an angel comes along and provokes hibernating inspirations that you gave up because of some reason or another. Tonight I came across one of those angels. Our new roommate is nothing less than an amazing person. He has been around the world, has gone to college, has experienced and learned so much. I want to go to school now. I knew there would come a time when I would feel the urge to get an education. I think it has finally come. Going to school in Michigan didn't really work out for me because I was not in the right frame of mind. I was still trying to learn survival first. I now realize that you don't look to education to become something, but rather to shape and cultivate what you already are. I know that I am a very smart human being. I was ever since I was a child. I would always get teasedfor getting A's, and gave up thinking I could fit in. I guess my mind is just now starting to come out of that silly phase. I want to go to school so badly, it almost hurts. So, now I have even more motivation to save up for a car, so that I can go to school. Don't worry! I will still keep up with my career, and will be even more motivated to put out amazing performances. I will just have to be very selective about my class schedule. YAY!!! I think this is what they call a Break Through.

The Power of Suggestion

The ever flowing river of thought never ceases to play out its natural instinct. It never stops flowing no matter how hard you push against the current. Have you ever experienced the power of suggestion at a time when you were trying to hide you feelings? Maybe when you were upset and thought you were fine until someone comes and asks you if you are ok. Suddenly bursting into tears you realize that maybe you were suppressing some thoughts. Suppression is completely withstandable until someone introduces suggestion to you. Maybe you don't really notice how fucking gorgeous a co-worker is until someone starts talking about them in a sexual light. Then you can't seem to get your mind or eyes off that person. You probably would have never thought or looked at them that way. But, because someone used the power of suggestion on you, now you are hooked.
I realized that today. I think I may be suppressing some of my sexual energy. Why? Maybe my sexuality is so strong, I feel I need to suppress it to function. I am a very addictive personality. I get easily addicted to people, substance, experiences, and sex. This is where fetishes come from. Just like a pot head has a certain variety of weed that is their favorite, or an alcoholic has their favorite kind of poison, everyone has certain type of flavors, shapes, and colors of sex. Mine are a bit kinky to say the least, and I think that may be why I am so hesitant to unleash myself. I fear people wouldn't like the same things I like. Well, that is all over.

Power of suggestion is most powerful because it doesn't force any idea on anyone, it lets the mind take care of the convincing. Someone gave me some very good advice today about so many subjects. They only used one tool: the power of suggestion. Let me say I am changing very rapidly these days. I mean literally, I have changed my world view, my political view, my social view, my interpersonal view, my professional view and just about any other kind of view you can imagine in the past week or so. That feels, quite literally like breaking out of a cocoon. Maybe like mulching. Maybe it feels like I had brain surgery and all the junk was taken out, clearing my mind to function and think the way it is intended to.
The power of suggestion. Use it on your enemies. It is the best tool in the world in convincing people of something without actually trying to convince them, but letting them convince themselves. Just plant the seed, their mind will cultivate it.

Hammered at the pool...

Today I acted like a true Las Vegas resident. I along with some friends went to the pool at Tropicana. It was fun. We first stopped at the grocery store and got some "juice". By juice I mean lush juice. By lush I mean me, by juice I mean vodka. It only took one little red party cup to set me straight for he whole blistering day. I am such a lightweight. Anyone who has ever seen me in person, do I look small? I don't know. I have lived in my body my whole life. My perception is a bit bias. Anyway, so I might be petite, maybe not. Either which way, I am a super lightweight. My friends know this. They also know that I am funny when I am drunk, and they always make my drinks extra strong. That is just cruel. Well, at first I love them, but right now I wish that my drink(1) was a tad bit weaker because I am spacing out and my head feels like a boulder. Yes a boulder. A boulder about to tumble down a hill. Oh God it hurts!!

That is the pool. As you can see there is no escape from the desert sun. Inevitably I got fried yet again. I haven't even gotten the chance to recover from being burnt in San Diego, and now I am a fried turkey again. Well, you won't be hearing me gobble. Except from the water faucet. Oh God! Me and the water faucet have some bonding to do. I will tell you some advice. Never get drunk and lay around under the sun all day and expect not to get dehydrated. What do you think I am? Yes, dehydrated. You win the $10 question, now go get me a fifth or rum! Just kidding. I want more vodka.
So, today was fun. I have to tell you guys!!! Two things. First: watch Good Morning America the next few days because Ben and Ethan are going to be on during National Underwear Day! Go to one or both of their blogs to get all the info. Brat Boy School and The Project BE are both o my blog list on the right hand side of the page.
The other thing is my site is finally in progress!! The reason I have been so happy the last few days is because I finally have some vision and focus about this thing. I will be giving you updates as time goes on. I am going to give you one hint about my idea every so often. If you can guess or even come close to what I have in mind, I will... I don't know... let you pick(within reason, people). First hint: half clothed.

Goodnight my little chitlins!!! BB Loves y'all!

The Boy Under The Mask...

I have to confess something that will probably ruin my fanbase...

what you see usually is me with my mask on. Now, these following images might shock you if you thought I was human... but I believe i being open and honest.

Here is me without my make-up.... AAHHH!!!!


Scary... I know


Today I watched this video "Earth Intruders" by Bjork. It was crazy. I think I would fit into that video very nicely without my make-up! Haha.

I See The Light!

We all go through slumps and get stuck in ruts. Well, I just came out of one. I do not know when it started exactly or what triggered it, but I can tell you it was not a pleasant time. Everyday I would get mad at the world and the people in my life for my unhappiness and things not going the way I think they should go. I am seriously feeling like a big jackass. If anyone ever said I was crazy, I guess yesterday would be pure evidence of it. I was paranoid and had conspiracy theories and called people names and had just a ton of hate inside of me. I feel like something just clicked in me today.
The other day I was talking with my friend in LA. Her and I always have deep conversations and she always has something I could try and open my mind a little more. I have been in a state of intoxication for the last two days. She told me that I should get drunk, run a super hot bath and sit there and don't move. Well, I did. I had crazy visions. One was that my guardian angel floated up, landed on the bathroom countertop(he was the size of a Borrower), ran into the medicine cabinet, curled up and hid inside. Then this beast came in the bathroom and scooped me up from the tub, threw me down the stairs, picked me back up and tossed me back into the bathtub. Then this blonde, gorgeous boy came and picked me up from the tub and loved me. He kissed me and loved me unconditionally. I am about to cry writing this... I know why I have been in a rut. I have nobody to love. My family isn't here, but more than that, I don't have a boy to love me. I want a man to love me the way a straight man would love his girl. I am weak. I am very weak and very vulnerable and I want, err, need someone to take care of me.
Anyway, today I broke away from the rut. As I told my girlfriend that lived in Los Angeles, art is my life. I need art to feel sane and happy and joyful. Today the most brilliant idea came to me for my website. I sketched it out, made detailed notes and I know exactly what I am going to do. I need to keep creating. I need to keep making art. That is what was lacking in my life. I am getting a cheap guitar whe I get paid and I am going to start making music again. It has been too long. Or someone who wants to make me happy would get me one. *wink wink*...lol
So, that is my life at this point: trying to stay busy and make a masterpiece of my life. Life is a book, and I am going to make it a best-seller.

You Don't Know Crazy...

You don't know crazy unless you know the people from the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kansas. The church is run by Fred Phelps. He is old and doesn't have enough energy to spread "the message" out in the real world, so his daughter, Shirley Phelps-Roper leads the pack of crazies on weekly pickets and the "spreading ofthe gospel". In all actuality, they never mention anything about Jesus Christ in any of their protests or the signs they hold. Some including, "Fags eat poop","God hates America","Princess Diana: Fag Enabler", and many more irrational and quite random messages that have nothing to do with scripture or anything of the sorts to do with God.
The first time I heard about this insanity was on the Tyra Show. The episode was about hate crimes against various groups, mainly the GLBT community. Shirley along with her daughters sat on Tyra's couch and blatantly yelled at her. She tried to ask them simple questions about their faith and beliefs, trying to understand them as any normal person would, and they almost burst into flames because the anger was so violent and outlandish. That scared me. It didn't scare me to see anger, but it scared me to see what the human mind is capable of molding into. Brainwashing, something I am far too familiar with, is what happened to these people.
Unfortunately I could not find the video for that show, but there are plenty more to give you an idea of what these people think like...

If you noticed, Julie Bandera tried to point out a verse of the Bible to Shirley, but Shirley was positive that she was trying to point out another verse. In case you couldn't understand the verse because of Shirley's barking, here it is...
Leviticus 19:18 (King James Version)
King James Version (KJV)


18Thou shalt not avenge, nor bear any grudge against the children of thy people, but thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself: I am the LORD.

That would have been a sure slap in the face to Shirley and her followers, however, as you have seen, she doesn't listen. She just keep barking and bellowing like a damn pig giving birth. That is all she is. She is a dam sow giving birth to a fowl smelling, evil, rotten, feces infested hate message that only comes from one source: fear. Her father has so much control and fear instilled into his children that they cannot escape. It is sad, but people can think for themselves. If you are able to be brainwashed, then you are weak. I used to be very weak. I was once brainwashed. Thank God that is over and done with. Let's move on though...

The verse Shirley was so adamant about pointing out was this:

Leviticus 19:17 (King James Version)
King James Version (KJV)




17Thou shalt not hate thy brother in thine heart: thou shalt in any wise rebuke thy neighbour, and not suffer sin upon him.

If "thou shalt not hate thy neighbor..." is a blatant sign to picket funerals and make awful signs, then apparently they have justification for their actions. However, I do not believe, nor do I think anyone with a side of logic in their heads, that to not hate means to yell and scream and make people upset.

Moving on. I found another interview that was still unsuccessful. This bitch has a problem with listening. I wonder if she has ever read this...

Ezekiel 22:28
Her prophets whitewash these deeds for them by false visions and lying divinations. They say, 'This is what the Sovereign LORD says'-when the LORD has not spoken.


Here is the other video interview...


If she had, maybe she and her followers would have some sort of conviction for what they are doing. Granted, maybe homosexuality is frowned upon by many religious people today, but shouting and protesting is not the way to make us change our ways. What you resist persists. Mother Theresa never went to one protest in her life. She was a holy saint. Why is it she never fought against sin in the world? She knew that what you resist persists. The Westboro Baptist Church should really take a cue from her. Of course, it would go against their beliefs that along with Jews, Swedes, Princess Diana, Homosexuals, and Bill O'Reilley, Catholics are hell-bound sinners as well.

If you would like to watch a very good documentary on this cult as it is, ClickHere. I do not recommend watching it before going to bed. It is quite mind numbing and baffling. At any rate, it gives good insight and should be a well headed warning not to let yourself be brainwashed... ever.... by anyone.

Click Here to see Fred Phelps’s website

Email the bastard

I usually do not support retaliation, but please feel free to drop them a little note about how you feel. Someday I am going to Kansas with some of my friends and we are going to show them how the world appreciates their "love". But first, I have bigger fish to fry. Stay tuned.

Hmm...

I have noticed somewhat of a lack of interest in this blog. I want to know your opinions and concerns. What do you want me to talk about? Do you have any questions for me? Would you like to see more or lessof aparticular thing? This is your chance to speak your mind. I really love all my readers and I want to keep you interested. Let me know exactly what would stir you spoon. Lol. Because spooning leads to forking. So I am told. Hehe. Post your comments, concerns, ideas, and anything elsein here.

Thanks

Luv, B

MUAHZIES!!!

Starbucks Raising Prices?

Yes, it is true. I recently added a few fixtures to my blog, one being a newsroll. The video news of the day is this: Starbucks raising prices. They say that the reasons for the price hike is turmoil in the coffee industry and also the higher price on milk. Well, the one thing I always get at starbucks has nothing to do with coffe and/or milk. My fix? A venti iced soy chai. Chai is tea, and soy is non-dairy. So, I don't think it is fair. That little piece of heaven is four dollars as it is. But, the estimated nine cent hike won't make much of a difference I suppose since it is so expensive anyway. It is just not fair!!! Just kidding. I am not a lunie bin. Well, maybe a little.

Shut Up...

Do you all remember the huge controversy over a little, 3 second remark made by The Dixie Chicks in 2003 while on tour in Europe? If you don't, let me refresh your memory. Natalie, the lead singer, made a comment in London on stage, on the eve of the war in Iraq, about the president. She said, “We are on the same side as you guys, we don't want this war... We are ashamed that the President of the United States is from Texas." That small remark shot a sonic boom through the media in the U.K. and eventually snowballed its way over here to the States. The media covered it in such a bias and trite way. Radio stations banned their music, fans had mass burnings of their CDs, their sponsors pulled out of the tour. It was a horrible and unnecessary mess. The reason I am bringing this up is because I recently watched a documentary about life for the girls after the comment was made in London.
Click here to watch
I am not a huge fan of country music, but I have always loved The Dixie Chicks. They are genuine and make amazing music. Not to mention, their political beliefs run pretty close with my own. It makes me sad that their momentum as America's favorite girl band had to come to a grinding halt because they were not afraid to speak genuinely and without apology. Hmm... sounds like someone you know, right? You better fucking say right! Just kidding. ;)
So, anyway, there are some interviews that were not shown in the documentary, Shut Up and Sing, or happened after the it was finished. So I decided to scout them out and present them to you, because I know how much you appreciate your favorites blogger's hard work and dedication to your enlightenment and education. Jus kidding again. ;) Here they are...


Now look at where we are today as a nation. Bush haters are more prevalent today in America than fast food chains and drugged up celebrities, of whom a lot hate the president also. It is really ridiculous of how ignorant people, particularly Americans, are today. I have been thinking a lot about religion and politics and how the two are pretty much inseparable in the United States. In fact, this is a global plague. Do you remember Mitt Romney? He is a Mormon and he is running for presidency. Now, if reading that made you feel any emotion whatsoever, than maybe you shouldn't read on. For those of you who couldn't care less about what the president's religious beliefs are and see no problem with a Mormon being president, I feel the same way. Why the fuss?
Religion poisons everything. It breeds hate and confusion. Just like a dictatorship. Hitler used the same tactics to recruit his army as religion does. "Just have faith" they say. Well, this seems very irrational, being the fact that every religion on the face of the earth has said the same thing. It makes no sense why I should blindly follow someone just because they think I should.
The same logic would be applied in politics. You can be a half-wit ad believe everything Mr. President tells you. You can blindly follow him and support him just because he is the president. You can give up any intellect or self responsibility and defend a man who couldn't care less about you. You can be a sheep, or there is an alternative. Educate yourself and think. If you don't think you can think for yourself or that "political mumbo jumbo" is too much for your mushy brain to comprehend, well maybe I am not surprised by your lack of individuality and proneness to jump on the bandwagon. The right-wing bandwagon is getting old. The wood is corrupt and its nuts and bolts have been replaced with lies and reliance on the public's naivety. I never believed in jumping on bandwagons. I tried once, I didn't fit on. There is never enough room for me.
When are we going to stop hindering out human evolution? When are we all going to wake up and see the world as it truly is? I hope it is one day very soon, because I am starting to get a headache from all of the primitivity.

Just some updates...

I am finally figuring things out. For the last few days I have been stressed right the fuck out because I was juggling possibilities with definities and dependants. That is very hard to do. I knew relative dates for things but didn't know for sure about the other things all the while, waiting for dates so I could schedule other things. I guess my wishes are coming to pass. I said from the beginning of my new professional life with my new manager that I wanted to get to the point where I had to keep a schedule because of how busy I would be. Well, I am playing balancing acts. Though it may me stressful and all, I really find a hidden blessing in it. I could be scrounging for work. I don't think that is going to happen any time soon. One can be overly optimistic, right? Of course I can.
So, tonight I refreshed my myspace page. I know, this is kind of silly to be talking about, but hey. I am really proud of how it looks and I think you will enjoy it also. Click here to see. Or go to myspace.com/blair_mason. You should add me if you haven't already. It is the only way to see my page as it is set to private.
Um.. I know this is a really boring blog post, but I had something amazing to post earlier. But... there is always a but... My horoscope said that today I would talk without thinking, that I would have the urge to say some very provocative things. It said that if I held off I would gain some very interesting insights. So... me being that starving-for-answers kind of new-agey that I am, I decided to try and learn from refraining my post. So far, I haven't learned a damned thing. If by noon tomorrow I haven't gained any "interesting insights" I will post what I originally wanted to. Otherwise, I will tell you what insight I gained. Either way, tomorrow's post will be much more exciting, I promise.
For those of you who stuck it out until this end of this bore-fest, check out my myspace(myspace.com/blair_mason) and stay tuned, because I am going to attempt to revamp the look of my blog yet again. I don't like things to stay the same for too long, I get bored. LOL... if this annoys you... tough titty said the kitty but the milk's still good. And so are the stale cheerios floating around in it. Think about that for a while, my li'l chillins!!!

The B! True Shittlewod Story

Mommy"Shut it, Rims` ... Mommy cares about you... That is why I'm not going to tell you that Ms. Burburry down the street is a dealer... Because I love you... Now go have fun"
Rims"How far down the street was that?"
Mommy"I'm not going to tell you that it is 2 block, second house on the right... Because I love you... A loving mother doesn't say that the shutters are white and there's a Chiwawa in the front yard that looks like your father when he is constipated"
Rims"and which father am I not supposed to know the Chiwawa looks like?"
Rims"The drugged up one, or the fake one that I made up in my bouts of denial?"
Rims"I think I shall go for a walk in search of... ummm... a song... or something... while you work on dinner, ma. Be back ina few hours. By the way, do you have an extra straw I can borrow?"
Mommy"Hmm... The drugged up one honey... Now if you don't want to turn out like that, than I suggest you try and keep your mind off of your feening addiction... Go out on a nice night on the town with Harlot or Loony ... Those are nice girls, you can learn a lot from them. That ... Loony She can sing. Why don't you two practice voice lessons together?!"
Mommy"Oh honey... Here's a hundred dollar bill... It works better than a straw... you don't want anyone thinking ur a white trash honkey who uses silly ol' straws? I raised you better than that, you classy girl"
Rims"Nah... I'm going to go visit Rar Belly in prison... I promised him I would even though I'm not fourteen anymore.
Rims"Oh ma, that 100 bill isn't crisp anymore... can I have another?"
Mommy"Well... Maybe if you DID visit him when you were 14, mommy wouldn't have to settle for the outlet Pucci and she could go to Shitsons more than three lousy times a week"
Rims"Sorry bout that Ma... I was busy being exploited by my dead beat father
Mommy"Oh honey... you know where mommy keeps her stash... Here's the key, here's the map, here's the time machine, here's the silly putty, here's the butter knife....."
Rims"Hey, have you seen my bag full of $2,000,000 worth of jewelry... I think I left it at the airport and I can't find it
Rims"It's in an orange Fermes bag"
Mommy"Honey... If you can't learn to keep track of ur scrap metal... Shame... Luckily your mommy keeps track... Its in the safe"
Mommy"You have everything you need... Now get get it, mut!"
Rims"ummm... ALL of it?"
Rims"It better ALL be there when I come back from... my walk around the neighborhood"
Mommy"Oh you caught me... Here's the worn down toothbrush and bag of explosives... NOW you have everything... your so KEEN and observant, baby!"
Rims"Thanks Ma. Now I want some cigs"
Mommy"Honey... I'm not going to enable you anymore... I told you!!!! If I was an enabler, I would say there's a pack in my purse on the counter... But since I'm not, well your just going to have to learn to feed your soul rather than your addiction"

*The above story is based aroud fictitious characters*

Sigur Rós: my love affair

I first fell in love with this band in high school. I used to watch The International Music Feed and be amazed at the nuance of creativity in the world. I used to watch it because MTV stopped playing music videos and the mainstream music at the time was so fucking boring. Anyway, oe day I watched the most inspiring music video of my life: Glósóli. The song literally means
glowing sun. The music video revolves around a picture of this drummer boy summoning the children in the land to find the sun. The song is a gradual epic climax to the point where these kids jump of the edge of a cliff and fly into the sun. It is beautiful and amazing.

Here is a little bio on the band.

Taken from Wikipedia, the free online encyclopedia


Sigur Rós is an Icelandic post-rock band with melodic, classical and minimalist elements. The band is known for its ethereal sound and lead singer Jónsi’s falsetto.



Jón Þór (Jónsi) Birgisson, Georg Hólm and Ágúst Ævar Gunnarsson formed the group in Reykjavík in August 1994. Their name is taken from Jónsi's younger sister Sigurrós, who was born the same day as the band was. They soon won a record deal with the local Sugarcubes owned record label, Bad Taste. In 1997, they released Von (Hope) and in 1998 a remix collection named Von brigði. The name is Icelandic wordplay: Vonbrigði means "disappointment", but Von brigði means "hope alteration".

International acclaim came with 1999's Ágætis byrjun (An alright start) for which the band were joined by Kjartan Sveinsson. The album's reputation slowly spread by word of mouth over the next two years. Soon many critics worldwide hailed it as one of the best albums of its time and the band was playing with Radiohead and other big names. Three songs, Ágætis byrjun's title track, its first single "Svefn-g-englar", and a live take of the then-unreleased "Njósnavélin" (to become "Untitled #4") appeared in the Cameron Crowe film Vanilla Sky. The two songs also subsequently appeared in the television series Queer as Folk. Their music has also appeared in 24 (the TV series) with Ný batterí, CSI and CSI Miami. In 2004 Wes Anderson used "Starálfur" in The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou as did the Emmy winning 2005 TV film The Girl in the Café and "Untitled 3" (a.k.a. Samskeyti) can be heard in the final scene from the Greg Araki film Mysterious Skin. They are also used in Enki Bilal's Immortel (Ad Vitam).

After the release of Ágætis byrjun, the band became perhaps most well known for Jónsi's signature style of playing guitar with the bow from a cello, accentuated with reverb, creating a sweeping, fluid sound that is unique for an electric guitar.

Drummer Ágúst left the band after the recording of Ágætis byrjun and was replaced by Orri Páll Dýrason. In 2002, their highly anticipated follow-up album was released. Upon release all tracks on the album were untitled, though the band later published song names on their website. Famously all of the lyrics on are sung in Vonlenska, also known as Hopelandic, a constructed language of nonsense syllables which resembles the sound of the Icelandic language. It has also been said that the listener is supposed to interpret their own meanings of the lyrics which can then be written in the blank pages in the album booklet.

In October of 2003, Sigur Rós joined Radiohead in composing music for Merce Cunningham's dance piece Split Sides; Sigur Rós’s three tracks were named Ba Ba Ti Ki Di Do and released in March of 2004. The band's 1997 debut album Von also finally found a U.S. and U.K. release in October of 2004.

Their latest album, Takk... (Thanks...), combines their second album's style with a more rockish, structured sound, and was released on September 13, 2005, with a legal download of their first single, "Glósóli", made available on August 15. For North American fans, "Sæglópur" was made available for download on August 16. "Hoppípolla", the second official single from Takk..., was released on November 28 alongside a new studio remake of "Hafsól", a song that was previously released on the band's 1997 debut, Von. "Hoppípolla" was used in the trailers for the BBC's natural history series Planet Earth in 2006, as well as the closing credits for the 2006 FA Cup final and ITV's coverage of the 2006 Oxford and Cambridge Boat Race, adverts for the BBC's coverage of England games during the 2006 FIFA World Cup, on television advertisements for RTÉ's Gaelic Games coverage in Ireland and on an advert for Oxfam. It was also utilised on the trailer of the film Children of Men. Following this, demand for the single grew. It was made more widely available by EMI in consequence.

An extended Sæglópur EP was released on July 10, 2006 in most parts of the world and on August 8 in the United States. Its original release date was May 8, but because of the sudden demand of "Hoppípolla" it was pushed back from that date. Sigur Rós recorded three new songs to appear on the EP ("Refur", "Ó Fridur", and "Kafari").


A Sigur Rós concert in Hong KongIn July 2006, Sigur Rós finished a major world tour with stops in Europe, the United States, where they played a headline show at the Hollywood Bowl, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Hong Kong and Japan. They followed up with a series of free outdoor concerts throughout Iceland in July, which were filmed for a future DVD release. The band has started work on a full-length follow up album to Takk..., which they expect to finish recording during 2007. They also performed twice in the United States in February.

In an interview with Fréttablaðið newspaper, Georg says it remains to be seen whether the band will be taking a totally new direction on the album. “We have finished recording a few songs but some more things need to be done. We don’t know exactly where the album is heading yet. We are really just experimenting at this stage. Some of the songs we recorded are old songs which we had written a while ago, unreleased material which we never got a chance to finish. We decided it was time they were recorded.” Georg says there is a possibility the album will be released this year but nothing is confirmed at this point.

To date, Sigur Rós have sold over 2 million albums worldwide.


This band sings in Icelandic and an invented ghost language called "hopelandic". It isn't a real language, of course. Sometimes singers have music with no words. Sometimes they fill in what are called "ghost lyrics" or lyrics that have no real meaning and are just there to sing along with to get the feeling of the melody. Instead of using ghost lyrics, they just use gibberish. It isn't so mysterious.

That song,Glósóli used to be my favorite of theirs until just recently. I found another video of theirs. The titles of the song: Sæglópur(sigh-CHLO-pur). Which translates:lost at sea. Here is the video. Also, very amazing.


Check out their myspace page here or at myspace.com/sigurros.

Check out their official website here or at sigurros.com

Sleeping in the Battlefield

Or is it battling in the sleeping field? I can't sleep tonight for more than an hour at a time. Perhaps it is because my mind keeps suggesting something is wrong. Perhaps that is because of my little adventure today. I hate staying in the house. Being a full time model gets pretty boring. Especially when one doesn't have a car (yet). I do, however, have a bike. Today I felt like a lazy bitch. I hopped on that bike and rode it. For a very long time I rode my bike. For two straight hours I rode my bike. I think it was about twenty miles to the gym. I rode on my bike to the gym ad worked out for about an hour and a half. I hopped back on my bike and rode back home. Two hours later I was taking a shower in my house wondering how the fuck I got there. The ride back home was at night. Let me tell you, the scariest thing for an imaginary mind to be doing is riding around the middle of the desert, lost, at night. I hate Vegas for this one reason: there are no through roads anywhere. It is very hard to travel on bike around here when you make silly assumptions that the same road is in one complete piece. Nope. There is one road, the one I tried to take, that goes for a while then all of a sudden turns into desert wasteland, then train tracks then... OOPS!! A flood canal with a six foot fence around it. This road picks back up on the other side of this canal about a mile away. What the fuck sense does that make? Absolutely none.
So, anyway I am trying to sleep and I am still in a state of shock that I actually made it home... alive. I guess my mind is just so petrified it can't let me rest. Well... here I go again. Maybe Betty Suarez will put me to sleep. I always loved her silly making-her-pitiful-life-seem-so-unnecessarily-relevant kind of style about her. Makes me reminisce the days when all I had to worry about was how to say "hi" to a crush. Oh wait... my life was ever simple. Eh... some of us just live vicariously through other people to make us feel like maybe this really is our life, even for a split moment. Especially if it is a fictitious character.
Anyway, here I go. Good night. If I wake up in an hour, I will be sure and make an edit to this ridiculous documentation of my sleepless night.

A Dingo Stole my Baby!!

More like Lauryn Hill's damn mind!

According to sources at Lauryn Hill's Norway concert this weekend, her crazy demands are even more out of control. apparently she demanded that all her security guards be black, none of them could look at her--even from backstage, no one around her could speak to her unless she speaks to them first, and no one could walk past her backstage. Chick clearly has some issues.

When one security guard forgot one of the rules and said something to her, she allegedly lost her damn mind nd started throwing water bottles at him. And after the power went out in the venue--Lauryn refused to continue once the power came back on. Folks had to get a refund. Poor Lauryn. Crack kills.


I used to like Lauryn Hill. I even listened to her album yesterday. She used to be one amazing lady. Now I keep hearing about her obsession with turning everyone around her black and acting like some diva. Baby, you're no diva. You made a couple hits with The Fugees way back when and you made one solo album. I heard a couple little songs of yours on a various artists CD, but your career is surely over.

So sad. All these crazy bitches thinking they still have something to offer the world. It seems like everyday I am seeing something else about another Hollywood girl gone bad. Britney, Paris, Nicole, Lindsay, now Lauryn? Who's next? It is anyone's guess at this point. All I know is that Wacko Jacko has nothing on these girls.

Oh, speaking of the devil: he is moving here to Las Vegas soon. Does this mean another washed up celebrity Dragone show? Let's hope for our stomach's sake not. This is the last year for Miss Thang Celine. I think I am going to HAVE to buy tickets and go see the show before it ends. I love her. I think she might be the only halfway descent celebrity show on the strip. Unless of course you enjoy Hassling the Hoff. Bahaha. I am sure his show is a great success. Who doesn't want to see Mr. Baywatch himself on stage... singing does he? I don't know. All I know is that is one show I am staying far away from.