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Now Playing: Ferry Corsten featuring Simon LeBon - Fire
Yikes, six weeks.
Okay, I've told about a billion and a half people that I want to start blogging on a daily (or at least more daily, perhaps semi-daily) basis again, even going so far as to post to a forum to which I belong, signing off with "OK, gonna try to blog now."
So needless to say, the pressure's on. One would think that I'd have an endless number of things to write about, what with not having posted in a month and a half (completely bypassed February! Haven't missed a whole month since September, tsk tsk), and that's true, to an extent. Problem is, if I were to completely update any one aspect of my life, that topic in and of itself would probably demand a multi-page post all on its own. So in a way, I'm paralyzed by the breadth and depth of subject matter.
So the forum post was made like three and a half hours ago. What's the holdup, you ask? What hasn't the holdup been? I should have gone to bed around midnight, probably. Instead, I made some phone calls, sat around, antsy as hell, but with no inclination to partake in any of the options I had available. Ah ennui is such a fickle mistress! Played some Wordsmith (a scrabble derivative/spinoff available on the TiVo service), downloaded like every Duran Duran song known to man in search of one in particular.
I downloaded the tune mentioned above, Fire, by Ferry Corsten, a DJ whose work I'm fond of, a couple weeks ago. I originally heard it on Music Choice's Dance or Electronica station, and it said that it featured Simpn LeBon. Since Ames is possibly the second biggest Duran Duran fan on the face of the planet (her hot sister M is likely the first,) I sent it to her to get her take on it. She tells me that it's basically an unmolested version of Serious, a song they'd previously released. And here I thought it was just Simon doing a guest vocalist spot on an original Corsten composition. Well, it turns out that she's mostly right, but I still like the new version better. The tempo is more appropriate for the song, and overall it just pleases my ear more to have it get the dance treatment. So while I was at it, I pulled down all the poppy 80s stuff I could think of that they did. Fun stuff.
Hrm, that's a few paragraphs, maybe enough to actually call a post? Right on, definitely! And all without having had to procure an actual substantial topic!
We'll see if I've the drive to write tomorrow, but I wouldn't hold my breath.
Welcome back,
-Gene
...and oh yeah...for all those who have stuck with this craptacular blog through the six months of nonexistent posts, here's a reward in the form of some beloved T & A. It appears that my prayers to the FSM have been answered, and one of my favorite hotties' career has taken enough of a nosedive that she's finally appeared in Playboy. I heard about it because it's in this month's (February) issue, with Jessica Alba on the cover.
Link here
Article 2
Smoking Gun article, containing the lengthy cease-and-desist order to Playboy.
Apparently she's less than thrilled about it, because she didn't actually pose for the magazine, doesn't appear nude in it, and has threatened to sue the Hefner empire for using her unauthorized image to mislead consumers and sell magazines. For shame, Hugh! I'm not sure if they've done this before, but goddamnit, if I see Jessica Alba on the cover, I want to see her naked inside! Anyway, it appears that she's suing for damages and for them to withdraw the magazine. Wonder what'll happen. Regardless, as I'm looking at the cover, I notice the last line of text, I notice the words "UFC" and "Willa Ford". Jackpot! Loyal readers will remember that I've had a thing for her for like five years, ever since "I Wanna Be Bad" was a minor, minor hit and had MTV rotation. Well, here it is, boys and girls, Willa Ford naked. Enjoy, I know I did.
Yikes, six weeks.
Okay, I've told about a billion and a half people that I want to start blogging on a daily (or at least more daily, perhaps semi-daily) basis again, even going so far as to post to a forum to which I belong, signing off with "OK, gonna try to blog now."
So needless to say, the pressure's on. One would think that I'd have an endless number of things to write about, what with not having posted in a month and a half (completely bypassed February! Haven't missed a whole month since September, tsk tsk), and that's true, to an extent. Problem is, if I were to completely update any one aspect of my life, that topic in and of itself would probably demand a multi-page post all on its own. So in a way, I'm paralyzed by the breadth and depth of subject matter.
So the forum post was made like three and a half hours ago. What's the holdup, you ask? What hasn't the holdup been? I should have gone to bed around midnight, probably. Instead, I made some phone calls, sat around, antsy as hell, but with no inclination to partake in any of the options I had available. Ah ennui is such a fickle mistress! Played some Wordsmith (a scrabble derivative/spinoff available on the TiVo service), downloaded like every Duran Duran song known to man in search of one in particular.
I downloaded the tune mentioned above, Fire, by Ferry Corsten, a DJ whose work I'm fond of, a couple weeks ago. I originally heard it on Music Choice's Dance or Electronica station, and it said that it featured Simpn LeBon. Since Ames is possibly the second biggest Duran Duran fan on the face of the planet (her hot sister M is likely the first,) I sent it to her to get her take on it. She tells me that it's basically an unmolested version of Serious, a song they'd previously released. And here I thought it was just Simon doing a guest vocalist spot on an original Corsten composition. Well, it turns out that she's mostly right, but I still like the new version better. The tempo is more appropriate for the song, and overall it just pleases my ear more to have it get the dance treatment. So while I was at it, I pulled down all the poppy 80s stuff I could think of that they did. Fun stuff.
Hrm, that's a few paragraphs, maybe enough to actually call a post? Right on, definitely! And all without having had to procure an actual substantial topic!
We'll see if I've the drive to write tomorrow, but I wouldn't hold my breath.
Welcome back,
-Gene
...and oh yeah...for all those who have stuck with this craptacular blog through the six months of nonexistent posts, here's a reward in the form of some beloved T & A. It appears that my prayers to the FSM have been answered, and one of my favorite hotties' career has taken enough of a nosedive that she's finally appeared in Playboy. I heard about it because it's in this month's (February) issue, with Jessica Alba on the cover.
Link here
Article 2
Smoking Gun article, containing the lengthy cease-and-desist order to Playboy.
Apparently she's less than thrilled about it, because she didn't actually pose for the magazine, doesn't appear nude in it, and has threatened to sue the Hefner empire for using her unauthorized image to mislead consumers and sell magazines. For shame, Hugh! I'm not sure if they've done this before, but goddamnit, if I see Jessica Alba on the cover, I want to see her naked inside! Anyway, it appears that she's suing for damages and for them to withdraw the magazine. Wonder what'll happen. Regardless, as I'm looking at the cover, I notice the last line of text, I notice the words "UFC" and "Willa Ford". Jackpot! Loyal readers will remember that I've had a thing for her for like five years, ever since "I Wanna Be Bad" was a minor, minor hit and had MTV rotation. Well, here it is, boys and girls, Willa Ford naked. Enjoy, I know I did.
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