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michaeldthomas suggested I put down my thoughts about this year's NFL draft. There are lots of new faces I'm excited about, but I'm using a cut because not all of you share my interest in football:

( on to the talent )

Pulp and Paperback con also has a DVD dealer who always has an interesting assortment, and I finally got my hands on the German WW2 propaganda film Titanic. It was rife with historical inaccuracies (I'm a 2nd rate Titanic buff) but it didn't stop it from being a gripping and well-done film.

( Cut for my commentary plus some screen caps of the Teutonic tit parade )

So, a post on the environment leads to a mention of future technology retro style which leads to a discussion of The Rocketeer which leads to Jennifer Connelly.

According to Bohemian Word Werks bylaws (the only copy is in a numbered deposit box in Zurich, otherwise I'd quote the section and article), that means I have to post pictures of her.

Don't blame me. I only work here.

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Audible just offered (through the good offices of John and Alanna at Trident) on audio rights for all seven extant volumes of VE.

I've no idea when they'll be available for sale, who'll be reading them or anything like that, but I will keep you guys updated.

My mom's so excited. She's very into her mp3 player.

Oh, Alanna, the audio rights agent at Trident, is also hot. So this is going to be one of those rarest of BWW posts: a VE update/pulchritude combo...


Maybe this is my little slice of the Grand Trine booraven22 posted about today.

So I was writing at Borders and Chats found some magazines to peruse. One of her favorites, BUST, had an article on Jemaine and Brett from Flight of the Conchords. Best of all, it had great, Tiger Beat style pictorials.

Chats said she was buying two copies, one for home and one for work, and that she'd cut out the pictures and put them up on the bedroom wall above the bed so she could kiss Jemaine and Brett goodnight and good morning every day.

Anyway, I couldn't resist scanning the pics, because they're so great I might hang up a pair on my side of the bed too...

( Brace yourself for sheer overwhelming kissability )

I don't even want to know what Mel is doing with these, but I bet it involves something inflatable.

Chats gets free magazines in the mail. For a while we were getting Siempre Mujer.

For April they sent us Cosmo. There's a pretty funny mini parody issue inside.



( Cut for fake Cosmo cover graphics )

In honor of William Shanter's 77th birthday, I decided to do a tribute to the women of Star Trek (the original series).


( Lots and lots of graphics )

To get the hell out of the bathroom and give someone else a chance...

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The lingerie catalogs are hitting my mailbox.

Valentine's Day is the one occasion I think it's appropriate to give lingerie, at least of the blatantly suit-up-and-boink kind. On a birthday or your anniversary it just seems too much a gift from me to me.

And I know Victoria's is the premium stuff, but I just prefer the blatant slutwear stylings of Frederick's, don't you? Plus it's cheaper, so it's less of a loss if torn in the throes of passion. Or to a cheap condo communal washing machine.

So it was a bummer not being able to go to see the Jones family over New Years. I just chilled out at home and watched a pantload of Italian giallo films.

Italian cinema is interesting in that often they take a Hollywood hit, latch on to it, and crank out tons of copycats over the next ten or twenty years. After Spartacus, dozens of sweaty gladiator movies. After Road Warrior, a good decade or so of dusty post-apocs featuring women with strategically placed rags and assault rifles. Conan unleashed D'Amato's Ator. You get the idea. Giallo takes Hitchcock's suspense, smoldering sexuality, and slow-building violence and cranks it up past 11 to Tarantino.

One of the good things about giallo is they chuck in hot Italian actresses, usually topless, by the shovelfull. My latest discovery is Edwige Fenech, a Algerian-born Frenchwoman who made a bunch of giallo in the Seventies with titles like Secrets of a Callgirl and Strip Nude For Your Killer.

( totally NSFW pics behind cut, and sensitive readers should be warned that there are teh boobiez )

That was the nicest Thanksgiving we've had in a while. chats_noirs has the official report. I've got health and family and friends and a job I love so I basically need to put on my hip waders to count my blessings.

( rest of this is nothing but rant and pics of Bond girls )

Day 10: 5600
Total: 17514

(I combined days 9 and 10 to make it look more impressive...)

So Chats is off to a bellydance workshop in Toronto, so I'm alone with the cats until Monday. The reign of terror begins.

As kickoff to the Suhaila workshop, we went to see the Bellydance Superstars do their Babelesque show at the Park West. Good show. I always feign reluctance to Chats: "what, I've got to watch a bunch of hot young things dressed in sequins and veils shake their moneymakers for two hours? Okay, but you're buying me dinner."

( Bellydancer-flavored pulchritude! )

I always do one real stinkbomb as part of my Horrorfest and this year it's the movie with Aaliyah as a vampire in a metal bra. Queen of the Chafed, as I like to style it.

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You New York people are always lording your cultural mecca status over us rubes in Chicago. I'll grant you Broadway and some nice museums, but we've got better pizza and ribs and we turn the river green on St. Patty's Day and we're at the cutting edge of better government through corruption. So there.

But now I'm actually jealous of you New Yawkers. Pinchbottom Burlesque is doing a sf night.