I expect you to die, Mr. Bond!
Oct. 7th, 2008 11:57 pm
Meet Henry T. Nicholas, local billionaire and James Bond villain. Henry was the head of Broadcom, a big microchip company. Henry stands six foot six, has a dungeon under his house, slips Ecstasy to unknowing dinner companions, does meth and coke, has a prostitution problem, has armed guards patrolling his home, and flies around in a private jet with the drugs and the prostitutes. At least, this is what the prosecutors and some angry associates say, and some of it is beyond denial, in particular the dungeon. He is also on the hook for securities fraud at his company.
Christ, what an asshole. But just look at the guy! Wow!
Details, lurid and otherwise, are in this nicely done Vanity Fair article
http://orangecounty.craigslist.org/mis/762771057.html
"You have blue eyes and wavyish brownish hair. your eyes are very light. You are about 5'10. Medium body, not tall and skinny, mans body.face kind of little red from sun. Seem like 40ish. Seem a little serious or shy. You have a dog sometimes. One time saw you with a woman. Did not look like anything serious. You are so handsome not cute, but do not act like it. i think i have seen you on thursday nights. what is you name.
new coffee shop that used to be diedrichs on 17th. "
"You have blue eyes and wavyish brownish hair. your eyes are very light. You are about 5'10. Medium body, not tall and skinny, mans body.face kind of little red from sun. Seem like 40ish. Seem a little serious or shy. You have a dog sometimes. One time saw you with a woman. Did not look like anything serious. You are so handsome not cute, but do not act like it. i think i have seen you on thursday nights. what is you name.
new coffee shop that used to be diedrichs on 17th. "
OWNERS OF SWINGERS CLUB SELL FURNISHINGS
Hmm, five inches. Would that be thick enough to AUGH WHAT AM I THINKING
Nalder and Wood advertised sale items on craigslist this past week, including a 600-pound ice maker, 26 double, queen and king-sized five-inch thick foam pads and a steel-framed bed with headboard lights.
The posting stated the club was moving to a new location and down-sizing.
Outside the building, several wooden boards covered with black and purple felt lay against a retaining wall. Six automobiles and a motorcycle were in the parking lot, including a truck pulling a storage unit.
Hmm, five inches. Would that be thick enough to AUGH WHAT AM I THINKING
Today I ended up at the Wikipedia page for "The Seduction Community,". I recommend it; it's an ever-flowing fount of hilarity.
I got there via the page for Ross Jeffries, Speed Seduction Guru and possible model for Tom Cruise's character in Magnolia.
Jeffries was hanging around UCLA when I was a student there. He was the constant gadfly/attention seeker/twat at EVERY political or musical event. As soon as you saw that guy you knew something lame would happen. One of the best moments of my time there was when one of my friends in the dadaist organization called the Perfect Students Union threw a pig snout at him.
They were giving out pig snouts on Bruin Walk as part of their campaign for student body president.
They gave one to Leonard, the singer from the Dickies, as he was performing at the noon concert that day, and he had it in one hand while he had Stewart, his penis puppet, in the other as he sang "If Stewart Could Talk."
You know, I Leonard has to get a lot more of whatever kind of sex he wants than Jeffries does.
When I saw the Speed Seduction guy on TV for the first time, I was shocked silent. The possibility of That Guy getting laid at all, much less writing a howto book on the subject, could not be considered. My guess is that he pays for it and needed to write the books to cover his expenses at whatever version of the Emperor's Club he patronizes.
In other news, guys are all 12
Spam comment of the day: wow
Feb. 24th, 2008 07:29 pmThe subject line on this LJ comment was something sexy, and then we have the body of the message:
hepkitten is there something I should know about your ASS?
"As I sat there hating about her and that telekinetic ass, a hep pulled up beside me at the light. "
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WHAT KIND OF SYRUP
Oct. 26th, 2007 07:05 pmCaption of the day and/or News QOTD of the day from the Orange County Register:
"Craig Gross, founder of XXX Church.com, next to a stack of "Jesus loves a porn star" Bibles that his staff handed out at the AVN Adult Expo in Los Vegas in January. This weekend, Gross is coming to Huntington Beach for one of the organization's signature events: Porn and Pancakes."
At least they have pancakes.
"Craig Gross, founder of XXX Church.com, next to a stack of "Jesus loves a porn star" Bibles that his staff handed out at the AVN Adult Expo in Los Vegas in January. This weekend, Gross is coming to Huntington Beach for one of the organization's signature events: Porn and Pancakes."
At least they have pancakes.
My dad told the one in which Lawrence's widow Frieda and her Fascist Italian army officer lover left Lawrence's ashes at a railway station platform in an excess of passionate disorganization. Some of the other stories are below.
- LAWRENCE was buried in the old Vence cemetery on a March 1930. His remains were exhumed in March 1935 in the presence of Mrs Gordon CROTCH, an English resident, and incinerated at Marseille on March 13. A wooden box holding a sealed zinc container in which were his ashes, was then delivered, together with the appropriate transatlantic transport authorization by the Prefecture, dated 14 March, to the former captain of Bersaglieri Angelo RAVAGLI, at that time the factotum and lover of Lawrence's widow. His mission was to take the ashes to Taos (New Mexico) in "a beautiful vase" specially ordered by Frieda for this purpose. The ashes brought to Taos by RAVAGLI in grotesque cicumstances were cast by him into the concrete slab of a "shrine" which he built at the KIOWA ranch at San Cristobal near Taos.
- When Baron de HAULLEVILLE and his sister-in-law Rose NYS-de HAULLEVILLE (who knew Ravagli through the Huxleys) were Ravagli's guests atTaos, Ravagli after partaking from a bottle of bourbon, confessed late one night to having dumped the box and ashes between Marseille and Villefranche (where he was due to sail on the Conde di Savoia), so as to avoid the expense and trouble of transporting them to the USA. When in New York he collected Frieda's vase, mailed "to be called for" from Marseille, and put into it some locally procured ashes which he took to Taos.
- The following year Frieda had his body exhumed, cremated and the ashes brought to Taos. Her plan was to have the ashes housed in an urn in the memorial but Brett and Mabel Dodge Luhan wanted to scatter the ashes over the ranch (while Lawrence was alive the three women often competed for his attention). In response, Frieda dumped the ashes into a wheelbarrow containing wet cement and exclaimed, "now let's see them steal this!" The cement was used to make the memorial's altar. There are other stories concerning the whereabouts of Lawrence's ashes but this one is the most widely accepted.
I keep forgetting to post this
Sep. 5th, 2007 07:41 pmSeen a while back while waiting on the freeway for roadside assistance: A large pickup truck, painted on the tailgate in huge letters with:
I'D RATHER BE CUMMIN THAN STROKIN
In or out of context this is a jarring thing to see on the road. I hereby provide context:
The owner of this truck owns a Dodge pickup which uses a Cummins brand diesel engine. He feels strongly that said brand of diesel engine is superior to Ford diesel engines, which are called "Powerstroke."
I understand the intent of his message. Clearly he wants to indicate that his engine choice implies a sexual choice: he does not wish to masturbate, hence "strokin."
However, the activities of "cummin" and "strokin" are not exclusive. Aficionados of masturbation will immediately object: Hey! We stroke in order to come! And then we're cummin!"
Since I was stuck on the shoulder of Interstate 710 at Atlantic/Bandini at the time I didn't have time to follow this gentleman and point out the contradiction inherent in his signage.
Perhaps he should have said: "I'd prefer to be cummin due to my conquest of a female human than strokin my own male member in order to achieve orgasm on my own, which is humiliating to me, and I feel the same way about my engine choice of Cummins Diesel over Powerstroke Diesel. It is the right choice for diesel engines without a doubt and gives me the same sense of control and desirability that mutually consensual coitus does over masturbatory activity."
Or maybe he should of just gave the fuck up and not painted his truck with that sign.
I'D RATHER BE CUMMIN THAN STROKIN
In or out of context this is a jarring thing to see on the road. I hereby provide context:
The owner of this truck owns a Dodge pickup which uses a Cummins brand diesel engine. He feels strongly that said brand of diesel engine is superior to Ford diesel engines, which are called "Powerstroke."
I understand the intent of his message. Clearly he wants to indicate that his engine choice implies a sexual choice: he does not wish to masturbate, hence "strokin."
However, the activities of "cummin" and "strokin" are not exclusive. Aficionados of masturbation will immediately object: Hey! We stroke in order to come! And then we're cummin!"
Since I was stuck on the shoulder of Interstate 710 at Atlantic/Bandini at the time I didn't have time to follow this gentleman and point out the contradiction inherent in his signage.
Perhaps he should have said: "I'd prefer to be cummin due to my conquest of a female human than strokin my own male member in order to achieve orgasm on my own, which is humiliating to me, and I feel the same way about my engine choice of Cummins Diesel over Powerstroke Diesel. It is the right choice for diesel engines without a doubt and gives me the same sense of control and desirability that mutually consensual coitus does over masturbatory activity."
Or maybe he should of just gave the fuck up and not painted his truck with that sign.
THEY MADE THE CHICKENS GAY
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Rum, sodomy, & the lash! Plus chickens.
This was today's Headline of the Day, from the Green Bay Press-Gazette.
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Edie Sedgwick, slight return
Feb. 27th, 2007 12:40 pmThe Los Angeles Times Magazine has been in decline at least since 1986.
They have tried to recast themselves as the New York Times Magazine, as a Southern California Lifestyle Thing like Sunset Magazine, as maybe four other things. Nothing works.
This week they managed to hit a new low with a feature article on a young woman named Cory Kennedy.
Cory has been internet famous since she was 15, which was in 2005. Someone took pictures of her and posted them, and the phenomenon grew as those things can. She is a pretty girl, and her prettiness is of the gamine waif variety. She will look 15 until she's 25.
The Times Magazine article is the typical deploring/promoting titillation piece. They at once portray her as the "grew up too fast" pop culture victim and as a high-flying teen hottie. They play this game very well. They also made sure to post forty-four pictures of her to accompany the article on the Net.
Ephebophilic disasters like this aren't new. The current crop probably started with the Guess? ads in the 1980s. The "new" men's magazines are all over it. It's creepy. The way this article presented it was particularly damaging, though. She's presented as someone who did this of her own initiative and was in charge all along. It started when she was 15. This appears to confirm predators' belief that their young victims are behaving as adults and not being manipulated.
Edie Sedgwick died in her 20s. I wonder how long Cory will make it?
They have tried to recast themselves as the New York Times Magazine, as a Southern California Lifestyle Thing like Sunset Magazine, as maybe four other things. Nothing works.
This week they managed to hit a new low with a feature article on a young woman named Cory Kennedy.
Cory has been internet famous since she was 15, which was in 2005. Someone took pictures of her and posted them, and the phenomenon grew as those things can. She is a pretty girl, and her prettiness is of the gamine waif variety. She will look 15 until she's 25.
The Times Magazine article is the typical deploring/promoting titillation piece. They at once portray her as the "grew up too fast" pop culture victim and as a high-flying teen hottie. They play this game very well. They also made sure to post forty-four pictures of her to accompany the article on the Net.
Ephebophilic disasters like this aren't new. The current crop probably started with the Guess? ads in the 1980s. The "new" men's magazines are all over it. It's creepy. The way this article presented it was particularly damaging, though. She's presented as someone who did this of her own initiative and was in charge all along. It started when she was 15. This appears to confirm predators' belief that their young victims are behaving as adults and not being manipulated.
Edie Sedgwick died in her 20s. I wonder how long Cory will make it?
WOTD: "Princesstute"
Dec. 27th, 2006 10:21 amThe reliably informative Exploding Aardvark has a roundup of 581% inappropriate toys for girls. If I had a 9 year old she would not get any of this shit.
Major points for the phrase "girl power index" and the sentence "Next year, Disney Fairies will be rolled out in earnest."
Yet another example of the Women Now Empowered By Everything Women Does phenomenon. I support giving 9 year old girls zip guns and dropping them off at Disney headquarters.
Major points for the phrase "girl power index" and the sentence "Next year, Disney Fairies will be rolled out in earnest."
Yet another example of the Women Now Empowered By Everything Women Does phenomenon. I support giving 9 year old girls zip guns and dropping them off at Disney headquarters.
Bluebeard's door swings open
Oct. 31st, 2006 12:34 pmI briefly mentioned this the other night but it's been bothering me. When I saw those drunk people ineptly pawing each other outside my friend's place Saturday night, I had a realization. The woman was wearing the typical "grown-up" woman's Halloween costume, which I call the "slutty noun." Low-cut everything, fishnet stockings. It's basically a Playboy Bunny outfit. That wasn't the part the struck me, though. The man was wearing probably a pirate outfit, but I wasn't sure. And that's when it hit me.
Not only do the women dress as if they were available for instant sex, the men all dress as rapists.
The male costumes I saw were all some variant of this: soldier, pimp, pirate, "savage," rapper, baller. Just about all the guys' costumes I saw that night were a version of "permitted to rape."
There's your party. The women all dress as prostitutes and serving girls. The men all dress as rapists. And then they get drunk and play it out.
"Play" is where it goes for most people, and i'm not suggesting that everyone who dresses up goofy and has too many drinks is going to end up as a crime scene. I still don't like it, though. You can have a lot of fun — and friends of mine did! — goofing around dressed as Borat or Log Lady or Cinderella or the Cookie Monster and enjoying the masquerade experience. If you're going to play out a rape fantasy, though, it might be a good idea to know that beforehand and know who's really down for that instead of just getting hammered and finding out.
Not only do the women dress as if they were available for instant sex, the men all dress as rapists.
The male costumes I saw were all some variant of this: soldier, pimp, pirate, "savage," rapper, baller. Just about all the guys' costumes I saw that night were a version of "permitted to rape."
There's your party. The women all dress as prostitutes and serving girls. The men all dress as rapists. And then they get drunk and play it out.
"Play" is where it goes for most people, and i'm not suggesting that everyone who dresses up goofy and has too many drinks is going to end up as a crime scene. I still don't like it, though. You can have a lot of fun — and friends of mine did! — goofing around dressed as Borat or Log Lady or Cinderella or the Cookie Monster and enjoying the masquerade experience. If you're going to play out a rape fantasy, though, it might be a good idea to know that beforehand and know who's really down for that instead of just getting hammered and finding out.