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fuckin’ brilliant new video for the track valerie off of mark ronson’s album version  featuring amy winehouse - amy doesn’t appear in the vid, but the wine-ette’s do a damn fine job standing in.

i still love this album so much.

****warning, this is one of those long/wordy/trying to figure it all out posts.  you may want to just skip to the photo’s at the bottom of the post**** 

so, i’m home - had a productive trip to san francisco and a nice day off on thursday.  i did pop over to the castro to do a bit of window shopping and what not.  a bunch of folks i know were fairly adamant that i hit the bar’s while i was in sf - and for a brief moment or two, i seriously considered it (what was i thinking?!), but at the end of the day i didn’t go.

it’s not that i’m nervous going into gay bar’s - far from it actually, it’s just that i don’t really enjoy them all that much.  i just don’t see the point (or am i missing the point?!).  of course, i get a fair bit of shit from friends here in minneapolis that i don’t go out enough, but i guess i just haven’t found the silver lining to the whole bar thing.  i’d much rather have a nice dinner with friends than try to hang out in a bar.   

so there i was in the gayest city in the world, mecca for homo’s and i could have easily gone into twin peaks or the eagle or hell, there’s even an actual bar called mecca.  the thought of going into a bar and being alone - well, to me seems about the loneliest thing you can do.

i mean, come on - it’s no shock i’m sure that i’m a fairly shy guy.  and sure, the obvious answer is to put myself out there more often and i guess, yea - one way to do that is to actually go to bar’s by myself.  it’s just that sounds so unappealing. 

i guess for most business travellers, going into a bar can offer a certain something - a chance for connection, sex, camaraderie etc.  but at the end of the day, i don’t so much care for casual connections and i don’t really need sex (especially casual sex).  camaraderie is the only thing that interests me, but the whole surface/relationship thing that happens in bars, i just don’t get.  i’ve never been one for the surface.  i don’t exect that will change any day soon. 

i do wish i was one of those happy-go-lucky types that appear to be the life of the party whilst in a bar or nightclub.  i’m just not that happy-go lucky i guess.   serious has been used to describe me far too often.  i’d like to change that….

last week when i was flying home (or going somewhere, can never really tell these days), i was watching the movie ‘high fidelity’ staring john cusack.  high fidelity is one of my favorite movies.  and old standby.  there’s a scene in that movie where john’s character (rob) is questioning his old break-up’s and the big “why” when it comes to romance.  he seeks out his old flame charlie, played by catherine zeta-jones to find out what went wrong:

rob: “why’d you dump me for marko?” 

charlie: “marko just seemed to be a bit more glamorous, more sure of himself.  less hard work.  a little sparkier.”

i feel like that sometimes.  i mean, i’m not all that sure of myself, and i’m sure i’m probably hard work, and i’m definitely not sparky. 

to me the guys that seem at home in bars are sparky.   james is sparky.  cb is sparky.  ax is sparky.  i am not sparky.  i think we can all agree on that. 

i’m a pretty fuckin’ great guy if you ask me, but every time the whole “bar” thing comes up, and the guilt trip’s come out (mine or others), i start to doubt myself. 

i’ve asked the question before - why is it easier for other guys? 

i don’t have the answer’s.  i just know that when i go into a bar, something switches off for me.  the insecurities rear their ugly head’s and i doubt myself too much.  the spark fades out.

so no, i did not hit the bar’s while in sf.  instead, i spent the day the castro. and much like chelsea in ny and boystown in chicago, the castro seems a bit desperate to me.  now, please, don’t miss-read that.  i’m talking about the gay ghetto’s - not the cities themselves.  i love new york more than just about anywhere, and san fran is way up on that list for me too.  spending the afternoon in the castro was fun, but ultimately there’s not a lot of substance there for me - it’s all very surface (i’m more than willing to admit that maybe i haven’t dug deep enough to find the substance).   and we know how i feel about that.  and i pretty much felt invisible while i was there.   maybe that’s it - you can practically smell the desperation in some gay bars.  maybe that’s why i don’t like them.  i don’t like feeling desperate.

so i spent my spare time in record stores (i do love my record stores), and wondering around the city by foot, cable car and street car - taking in the sights, the sounds and the smells.  generally just falling in love with the city.  who needs to fall in love at a bar, when you can fall in love with a whole city?!

san francisco is a truly amazing place.  one that i enjoy more and more every time i visit.

who knows, maybe one day i’ll make it into one of the bars.  and maybe i’ll have a gay old time (it’s been known to happen once or twice <g>).  in the meantime, i’ll just curl up on the couch, or go for a walk on this excellent, crisp fall day in minnesota.

leather pride

sutro tower (i love this tower, always have)

view from the wharf

coit tower with bay bridge from the top of lombard

alcatraz

rare self portrait

well it’s official; the 5 city sales meeting tour i’ve been producing is finally over.  thank god!  it went off more or less without a hitch - a couple of the hotels had an issue here or there, but for the most part it was a success.  now, just 3 more hair show’s this season (cincinatti next weekend, washington d.c. the following and then miami at the end of the month) and i can finally spend some quality time at home. 

took a friend around a bit of san francisco tonight - she’d never toured it.  jumped in a cab to get to the haight for my amoeba fix.  that store never fails to provide me with a treasure (or three):

first up, the uk version of siouxsie sioux’s new (and first ever proper) solo album ‘mantaray’.  now, yes, i could have waited a week for the u.s. version - but i prefer things the way there were meant to be and this import, limited edition copy is gorgeous.  have only listened to the music on the crappy in room dvd/cd player - must import into the iphone for my day tomorrow to give it a proper listen.  (fyi, it appears as if siouxsie and budgie have split after some 26 years together and that siouxsie may have come out of the closet… no shock there i suppose).

next up, my mental hard-on lloyd cole with ‘live at the bbc’ - i didn’t even know this existed.  lloyd in so many ways is the perfect man for me… soulful, british, talented with dead sexy eyes.  ‘course he’s also straight so fuck ‘him.  this is a collection of tunes recorded live in 1990 and 1995.  very excited with this one.

and then there’s my new robbie williams treasure.  a semi-are cd single for a tune called eternity that doesn’t appear anywhere else, as well as a non-lp track toxic.  as much as lloyd is the perfect british guy for me, robbie just get’s my rock-star- rock’s off.  + you know how i like the boys with ink.  again, sigh - he’s straight.  so fuck him too.  lol.

also picked up a couple of multi-disk set’s put out by the fine folk’s at bar de lune - can always find a treasure or two for use in future shows.

whilst in the haight, we passed a cool asian artifacts store where they had a number of fine balinese puppets - i’ve always wanted a one of these; i couldn’t resist.  here she is:

here’s a close up of her face:

(kinda siouxsie-esqu in’she?)

tomorrow is just a day off in san francisco - how perfect?  first up, sleeping until whenever the hell i feel like wakeing up, i wonder what i’ll do after that….

let’s say your a pasty white guy, maybe with a few extra pounds (note, i’m just sayin’). now let’s say your wearing a black polo shirt with tan shorts. for the love of god, don’t wear black leather “dress” sandals!

trust me, nobody looks good in those sandals.

least of which pasty white guys. (picture forthcoming)

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p.s., welcome to my first “blog post via biff”

lyrical mood o’ the moment:

go on and take it off
take it off!
shake it off baby, for me
c’mon and break me off
break me off!
’cause i get what i want and i like what i see   

the donna’s ‘take it off’

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things are good today, fall is starting to crawl  to minnesota (the leaves are in the very early stages of turning) - autumn is my absolute favorite time of year, i love the crispness in the air, time for sweatshirts.  nothing better than the smell of fallen leaves while on a walk through the neighborhood.

today was still really warm tho’, 80 or so - so no fall yet, but i can feel it in my bones; it’s coming (if only it wasn’t followed by the dreaded winter). 

tomorrow i’m off to san francisco for the week - a bit of work, and a bit of r-n-r.  should be a good time if i don’t spend all my money at amoeba records.

truth be told, i’d much rather be at home tho’.  i’m thinking this fall will be a great time to be lowkey and spend some quality time in minneapolis.  i’m looking forward to being around more.

all-in-all, a very happy day for me.

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in other fun news; on tuesday the brand new meshell ndegeocello disk ‘the world has made me the man of my dreams’ drops.

i’m super excited for this record…. i’ll be high-tailing it over to ameoba right after work on tuesday to get me some me’shell.  i love me some me’shell

ok, i really thought i could live with the old template - after all it had everything i wanted, a darker, simple theme with a nice clean layout.

i just couldn’t get past the title header being left-justified.  i’m far to anal about shit like that.  i need there to be balance.  i need things to be centered.  ugg.

things i loved:

• the white text on a dark grey background

• the clean, easy to read font.

• the font size

• simple navigation

things i hated:

• the left justified title banner.

so we will be trying this new template.  i don’t **love** the white background, but i think it looks ok.

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to thank all of you for my incessant iphone blogging, here’s a little bit of chris evans hotness:

yo.  what up?

sorry i’ve been so quiet the last couple of days… not much to say i guess coupled with the insanity of travel/work.  been kinda in a funk.  i think the mad-travel of the last 2 months is catching up with me.  i feel massively disconnected from home and my friends.  i know life is going on around minneapolis without me and it just kinda seems like i’m missing out on something. 

i’m sitting in a hotel in baltimore (ooh, yer jealous i can tell)… had the night off from work and walked around a bit - not much to see in this town.  not much that i found anyway.  i’m sure it’s lovely (crime rate aside).  i’m looking forward to san francisco next week and even scheduled a couple of extra days in town just for fun.  after that i’m home for a full week (can you imagine?!).  my travel schedule will begin to slow down a bit throughout october, with nothing currently scheduled after october 29th!

it’s amazing when your in the doldrums how easy it is to forget what gives you joy - know what i mean? 

i spent a bit of of time cleaning up my big ipod and adding most of my prince collection to it (prince had for the last year been on his own ipod, but i’m trying to scale down a bit, who needs 3 ipods [let alone 4 with the iphone]?)… so as i was moving the 665 prince songs i own (not including another 125 tunes on a bootleg collection of early prince performances dating back to 1980), i was reminded how much i fuckin’ love prince (yea, i forget sometimes)…. specifically listening to a bootleg show of prince live in germany in 1988 - i’m going out of my mind enjoying this shit…

endorphins are a good thing for kicking out the blues….

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thanks for all the great suggestions for names for the new ipod (and rg; wouldn’t you like to know…. :-))… there were some great ones and i almost took jason’s suggestion and named it sioux (after all, it’s crazy sexy with a jet black casing (much like siouxsie sioux), but in the end cb came through with ‘biff’. 

2 of my other 3 ipods are named after characters in christopher moore novels, so it seemed only fitting to continue the trend (my main ipod’s name is ‘catch’ after the demon in ‘practical demonkeeping’, and the prince-pod is named whaley-boy after a group of character’s in ‘fluke’. 

so now we have biff, named after the title character from ‘lamb; the gospel according to biff, christ’s childhood pal’. 

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and now, allow me to introduce you to biff (with a very rare self portriat thrown in [if you look closely at the bottom of the pic, you'll see 'catch' hanging out too - god i'm a fuckin' geek]).

i forgot to add, i need your help naming my new iphone.

of course you know that all ipods need names right?  of course you do.

i already have a small family of i’s but can’t think of a good name for the phone.

i have catch; my 30 gig ipod, whaley-boy, my 8 gig ipod mini and kermit, my ipod shuffle.

but what to call my brand new family member?

thoughts?  put it in the comments

it’s iphone bitch.  (only my new iphone would have so rocked that dance number at the vma’s - britney could learn a thing or two).

 yup, i succumbed to the awesome power of iphone.  i’m officially no longer a crackberry user (and one wonders, which device is more addicting).  while i really had every intention of waiting for v2, the price reduction did help.  and so did playing with a friends last weekend while in detroit. 

i gotta say, this was the easiest, most non-problem/head scraching phone installation ever.

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while you may not be able to tell from the pic (it’s the last pic i took with my blackberry - it’s an amazingly bad camera)… macy’s has already started setting up christmas displays. 

that’s. just. wrong.

it makes me want to not buy anything from macy’s - it’s only sept 13 for fuck sake!

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off to cleveland tomorrow for a show this weekend, then to baltimore for a sales meeting. 

i’m

almost

done

with

the

travel

insanity.

wish me luck.

shortly after the world trade tower attacks of 9.11 i wrote an email to a number of friends.  in the email i voiced my fears, concerns and beliefs about the state of the world.  that email is long gone (i do wish i still had it). 

the thing that i do remember about that email was that i referenced the poem ’self evident’ by ani difranco.

self evident is one of the most striking works for me.  it sums up my thoughts better than i can (just like a great poem should). 

so as i reflect on what happened those 6 short years ago i’m reminded of ani’s words and wanted to once again share them with those i care about (and those i don’t know).  it’s long, but it’s worth it.  and if you care to hear it in ani’s voice click here

self evident / ani difranco

yes,
us people are just poems
we’re 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it’s part of a pair
there on the bow of noah’s ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please

and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky

and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i’ve seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over ‘oh my god’ and ‘this is unbelievable’ and on and on
and i’ll tell you what, while we’re at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv
that’s been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk’s plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there’s ash on our shoes
and there’s ash in our hair
and there’s a fine silt on every mantle
from hell’s kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour

so here’s a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
afghanistan
iraq

el salvador

here’s a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore

here’s a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman’s voice

here’s a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner’s guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don’t take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he’d deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i’ve got no room for a lie so verbose
i’m looking out over my whole human family
and i’m raising my glass in a toast

here’s to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face

give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it’s time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else’s desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever

cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall

and while we’re at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn’t even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!

it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody’s face
and scoping that scene
religiously
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn’t have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
look
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
should be more than pawns
in some asshole’s passion play
so now it’s your job
and it’s my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn’t die in vain
sshhhhhh….
baby listen
hear the train?

© 2001 ani difranco / righteous babe music

so with that said and done - may those affected by 9.11 one day find peace.  may those responsible for 9.11 find understanding that while they tried to dystroy america, all they really managed to do was wound us.  for we (just as every nation) have evolved and moved on (albeit, perhaps not without dirtying our own hands a bit). 

at the end of the day we are just like them.

there is no difference.  we’re all just trying to make our way in the world.  we stumble.  we fall.  we stand up and walk tall.  we’re all working through our own personal belief systems, and yours is not better than mine, and mine is certainly not better than yours - it’s just mine.  perhaps we ought to stop trying to get our neighbor to agree with us.  rather, perhaps we should all just try to understand each other a bit better.

the phrase ‘god bless america’ has always rung a bit odd to me.  do you really want the god that you believe in (arguably, the god that created us all) to bless one of us more than the other?  rather than saying god bless america; perhaps, if your so inclined, you might think a bit larger - more globally.  afterall, i don’t really think god separates us by artificial national boundries….

god bless us all.

allah bless us all.

buddha bless us all.

mohammad bless us all.

mother earth bless us all.

in a manner of speaking, i live in hotels.  i’m in them a lot.  more than a lot.  as such, i eat a lot of hotel food.  a lot of room service.   a lot of crap.

well, at the ritz carlton dallas they’ve done something impossible.  create amazing / tasty / delicious food for room service.  it’s unheard of really.  (note, i’m not talking about celebrity chef restaurants in hotels; they usually have nothing to do with banquet/room service food).

in the past 2 days i’ve had some amazing meals.  but the one that stands out is the simplest and for the first time ever, i asked a chef for the recipe.

spiced chicken quesadilla with mango. 

how f’ing amazing does that sound?

yea, it’s just a quesadilla, but there something about the spiced chicken mixed with the mango and a heavenly mix of peppers.  i’ve actually ordered it twice.

i can’t wait to make this at home.

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www.atomicpop.wordpress.com

so since i’ve been on the road, i missed most of mtv’s cluttered vma awards show - but was curious about how britney did (hell i don’t even love the chick or her music, i keep rooting for the poor white-trash girl….), but i was so hoping she’d pull it out for this - thank god for you tube where you can see a disaster over-and-over-and-over….

as the you tube will attest, she was a disaster - bad lip syncing / barely there dance (seriously, the girl can dance,  she could have relied on that and killed it)… she looked scared/bored/uninterested all at the same time.

i’m still not there with the song, but i give it points for trying to so something new… it could be slamming with a great remixer.

poor, poor trainwreck.

the funniest thing i’ve read in eons.  check it out: helendamnation 

i know where my bread is buttered - you lot, you love to see nearly naked chris evans (132 people clicked clicked on the last chris post on saturday) and i’m here to do give you what you want….

without further delay:

… also known as the city that stole my beloved north stars.  f’ing bastards.

so, i sat on the tarmac for an hour last night in detroit en-route to dallas for sales meeting no. 3 of 5.  being sealed in a flying disease tube and forced to sit on the tarmac next to some middle aged woman who wanted to bond with me over our mutual love of tattoos (it’s important to note she had 1.  just one, the size of a pea, on her big toe).  said woman was oblivious to the headphones stuck in my ear and proceeded to grab my arm whenever she wanted me to hear something.

it was the perfect end to a weird weekend in detroit.  the show went off well (part of the stage fell down at one part - that was fun!  sometimes i miss the action of being the stage manager (i was directing the show from out front and was really quite helpless to fix the falling drape) - but at the end of the day the audience really seemed to love the show… the evaluations were off the hook!  yay me!!

as i mentioned in my previous post, the radisson detroit-livonia is ghetto.  i’m not in the sumptuous ritz carlton dallas.

i.

f’ing.

love.

the.

ritz carlton.

more later….

god i love the detroit airport; everywhere you look there are some seriously hot guys… so much so that it was actually a topic of conversation at work today (in detroit for a show)… everyone was talking about the hotness.

i’m sure this is morally questionable, but i couldn’t resist taking a quick cell phone shot of one particular hottie. 

woof:

fyi.

this hotel is ghetto.

now, granted, the hotel obviously knows this as it’s under renovation - but this hotel is so ghetto and nasty, it should have been closed during the renovation - wait till you see the lobby; i’ll have to snap a pic or two tomorrow.

i’m here for a hair show… then sunday, i’m off to the ritz-carlton in dallas for a sales meeting i’m producing.  how very yin/yang.

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unrelated; whilst on the plane today i finally started organizing my pics from the past few trips  - here’s a couple of cool shots of the new de beers diamond building in san francisco - it positively glows… it’s so prettttttyyy:

now, i’m not a huge korn fan, but i can totally respect what they’re saying with this tune.  interesting facts in there too.

today was just another day right?  just another day to get some work done…. surf some blogs… continue to regal and entertain you all with my pithy posts and stories right? 

not.

the following screen greeted me when i tried to update the pop! today:

great.  the man is against me and against wordpress. 

if they think this will make me work harder, they’re oh so wrong - i’m gonna be even more lazy tomorrow just as a bit of payback.

unrelated:

things i love:

• tlc’s l.a. ink.  kat von d and her ink slingers are the shit.  i kinda have a crush on her.

• as much as it pains me to admit, justin is kinda hot.

• abc family channel’s ‘greek‘ kicks ass.  i’m completely in lust with evan. (apparently i have a thing for guys with puppy dog eyes)

• i’m super excited for this movie:

on sunday night my buddy scott and i had the chance to see an advance screening of the new russell crowe/christian bale movie 3:10 to yuma.  now, i’m not a western fan (tho’ i’m not, not a western fan) so i really went into this movie just out of my love of film (never mind my love of all things russell and christian), and i’ve got to say it was a pretty great flick.i’d never seen the original so i really just knew the basic’s of the plot - band of thieves, leader gets caught, down on his luck rancher hired to get the leader to the prison train.  that was about it.what i didn’t know was that i was in for a quiet, meditative piece about the nature of character and intention.  Never mind that i got to watch russell and christian chew up the scenery with their excellent performances, the real star of the film is the frame that puts everything together.  did it re-invent the genre?  naw.  will it be the biggest flick of the season - doubt that too… it’s just a beautiful film with great performances - check it out when it comes to your local mega-plex.unrelated - if you wanna see a slice of really hot man-candy <grin>, head over to atomic pop ink! 

ok, i feel it is my duty to inform you of things that are bloody brilliant, killer and all things atomic!  additionally, i feel i must repeat myself occasionally as not everyone pays attention the first go-round.  so even tho’ i mentioned it here and here - i gotta go down the mark ronson road again.

version (mark’s album) is the shit.  if i believed in capitol letters, i would’ve capitalized shit.

the album features: robbie fucking williams, kasabian, amy winehouse, paul smith, old dirty bastard (r.i.p.) and the divine lily allan on the following: 

(can you tell the insomina demon is rearing it’s ugly head?  how else do you explain trolling you tube at 2:30am??!?!?!) 

this album is brilliant - i discover new things in it constantly.  (not to mention i have the biggest crush on mark - he’s dreamy).  so check out the above you tube and if you want more (and who wouldn’t), click the banner to the right.

mmmm….hot canadian mounties

cb eating some sausage thing.  funny thing about this - he’ll put this in his mouth, but he won’t eat a corndog.

mmmm…hot canadian mounty out of uniform… (p.s., there is a hot tattoo just peaking out of his sleeve - i couldn’t discreetly get a shot of that, but i will remember it forever)

mmmm….hot softcore cowboy porn.  note to self, must find that ‘farm boy’ shirt

hot guy at the marine booth doing their pull up contest… on the white board it shows the prices:  0-9 pull up’s = a high five! 

mmmmm deep-fried spaghetti and meatballs on a stick.

view from a gondola

wind turbine blade.

coming soon; the making of a deep fried candy bar on a stick!