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Hellsblog Doesn't Live Here Anymore
Here is Hellsblog's new home. All future updating will take place there. My journal, Love That Dirty Water, can now be found here. Please check out all of neat-o.com for lots of ever-changing, mind-boggling stuff.
P.S. I am not really an "Internet cult icon." Obviously. Whatsername is kidding.
Bush Backs Gore!
Or is Gore backing Bush? Either way it's still pretty funny.
Sheer Unadulterated Genius
I am speechless. It's the diary of Brad Pitt. Here, he revels twelve secrets about himself such as "I tried Aroma Therapy, but everything smelled like ass." In the most recent episode, Steve Buscemi gouges Gwynnie's eyeballs out and hilarious complications ensue. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the ladies because I just peed my pants laughing. Thank you thank you Damn Hell Ass Kings for bringing this to my attention. I love you.
You Labeled Me, I'll Label You!
Never can resist a good Metallica reference. This looks like a really interesting exhibit at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London where I used to go all the time and get psyched when I was a term-abroad Ugly American in college. It's all about brands and the way we respond to them. How I wish I could go. Found via blue lines who's creator, Tom, finds the V & A site "nasty [and] flashy." I thought it was cool; shows how nasty and flashy I am! Tom was nice enough to make me a "new discovery" recently which is as good a reason as any to make him a fixture on the left hand bar rather than simply getting referred via Nanette and Sophie all the time. Welcome to hell, Tom!
R.I.P., Gwen Verdon!
OK, time to admit it: I love Bob Fosse. Yep, the crazy speed freak Broadway choreographer responsible for oddly stylized dancing that is really cool. Remember those Gap ads with the mod music and dancing that came out just after the swing ones? That was a blatant copy of Fosse's "Rich Man's Frug." Anyway, Gwen Verdon was married to Fosse at one point and originated all sorts of great roles such as Charity in "Sweet Charity" and, my personal favorite, Roxie Hart in "Chicago." However, she's best known for the role of Lola in "Damn Yankees."
You, Too, Julie London!
Oh, Julie. The best interpreter of the best couplet maybe ever: "Told me love was too plebeian/Told me you were through with me an'..." (-Cry Me A River) Glad you had a long, glamourous, swanky life filled with fabulous photo ops. (Picture link from, you guessed it, Kerplink! It's an ESPECIALLY appropriate picture because the album title, "Whatever Julie Wants," refers to the song "Whatever Lola Wants" from Damn Yankees, made famous by, yes, Gwen Verdon! Serendipity- it KICKS ASS!)
Build Your Own Bobafett!
It's not too late! If you drop everything THIS MINUTE, stock up on trucker speed, and devote every last second to your precious task, you too can have the best Halloween costume on your block- a really authentic-looking, painstakingly detailed Bobafett suit! Approved by [the guy who played] Bobafett himself!
I'd Move to Gwentown If I Could
Doesn't Gwen rule? I think so. This is my favorite thing of hers. It's about Wal-Mart. I go and read it all the time, and WITHOUT FAIL crack up over the entry concerning the airplane ride that plays the first part of "Highway to the Danger Zone." I've decided to link Gwentown over to the left so I can easily access it and read the Wal-Mart list every day and journal updates, if they're there.
Meat Eating Teens Trump Those Pesky Vegans!
It's nice to know that the youth of today are passionate about something, be it community service, dramatic arts, or even...EATING MEAT! I want to know two things: 1. What is the deal with this school having a Vegetarian Club in the first place? That's just silly. 2. What exactly is a "beef kiosk" and is it really safe to have one in a school settting? Meaty thanks to Romenesko's Obscure Store and Reading Room.
What a Way to Make a Livin'
I'm feeling pretty low about my job and career shit in general (see my latest journal entry for an elaboration in essay form) but this wonderful cache of tips and hints from the always delightful Disgruntled Housewife has cheered me up considerably.
Upping the Ante with P.G. Wodehouse
I just re-read Carry On, Jeeves! and as per usual was charmed and delighted. Imagine the redux of charm and delight upon finding this article. Who've guessed he was dull and shy?! Not I! The article features anecdotes and quotes such as "I haven't got any violent feelings about anything...I just like to write." Me too, P.G. Just kidding.
Bring Me the Head of Snoopy!
Apparently some St. Paul hooligans have been running about decapitating various Snoopy statues, going so far as to steal a Snoopy head at one point. Well, we can all breath a little easier knowing that the missing Snoopy head has been returned. You know, I think Snoopy's head looks a lot like a breast. Maybe these were some super-repressed breast fetishists. Yeesh. Found on pearls that are his eyes.
More Odd Coincedences Between the Ladies of Kerplink and Hellsblog
OK, as you may or may not know, Sophie of Kerplink fame and I are friends in Real Life. We did, however, meet online and only became friends in Real Life when our virtual cornocopia of odd coincidences and similarities were revealed. Just when I think we can share no more, along comes this. Just a few minutes ago I was riding the T into work, listening to "Victoria" at full blast, thinking that the Kinks are (were, excuse me) the best band in the world and how I love them and wish the entire train would sing "Victoria" with me. I get to work, I do my little morning web tour and lo and behold- Kerplink features a link all about a Kinks singalong at the Loser Lounge! Yikes! It doesn't say if "Victoria" was performed, but I like to think YES!
About Fucking Time, Part Deux
Housing subsidies for homeless families? Gee, what a concept!
Crank the Swank, Dahlink!
Are you looking for streaming audio of all sorts o' loungey goodness? Tips on throwing parties from Esquire circa 1949? Pictures of fancy ladies and even fancier cars? Lots of intriguing cocktail recipes with girly names and manly potency? Even more old time album covers of taste and style? Then you are one lucky, lucky reader.
Ally McBeal + Silly T-shirts = An Hour of Fun
So this is a fake girl's fake journal written by a man, complete with pictorials depicting the action described within. It's all about Phoebe, a "24 and a half" (me too!) New Yawk City freelancer livin', lovin' and starin' right into her belly button courtesy of tight "girls rule" baby-T. Plus she has a dead sister that she e-mails in heaven at the end of each entry. A pretty good time.
My Love of The Doors is Explained At Last!
Hi, my name is Hellsbelle and I love The Doors. Yes, the band fronted by that horrible bloated ass whose visage lears out from so many college dorm room walls, the foolish sheep-humper who was responsible for lyrics such as "There's a killer on the road/His brain is twitchin' like a toad." Soooo, as you can imagine, my hatred of Jim Morrison does not mesh with my love for the Doors. This is something I've puzzled over for some time. Until now. Now I know that I love the Doors because of Ray Manzarek. His organ playing made the Doors good. They should have only done instrumentals. Of course, then they would have probably never sold any records. Ah well. This is the best interview I could find with the humble and kindly Mr. Manzarek. I want to know more about his work with X (as producer) and the unfortunately never-completed project he apparently once worked on with Iggy Pop (can you imagine?! Yowza!) Until then, I'm going to have to content myself with this sort of thing.
Racing After the Bandwagon I Go!
I, like many others, can now be rated at this site. I already got one positive vote- thanks, Mom! Or whomever.
Killin' Your Brain Like a Poisonous Mushroom
At long last we have "the internet's premier Vanilla Ice resource and largest collection of links." Can't argue there. Everything from a tribute to "Vanilla Ice and his masterpiece, the Ninja Rap (theme from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze)" to this, which considers the possibility that Vanilla and Mark McGrath from Sugar Ray are, in fact, one and the same. My brain hurts.
Hooray for Hollywood!
This is a great site filled with foxy pictures of old time movie stars. There's a definate focus on "B" stars, particularly where the ladies are concerned, which is just the way I like it. It's all true- they just don't make 'em like they used to.
I Just Remembered...
who Little Shirley Beans is! I'm so pointlessly excited, I'm making it an entry here. It's the name of the singer whose record Holden Caufield buys for his sister Phoebe in That Book and the record breaks and it's all very sad and the merry-go-round spins on. In honor of my remembering, here is a J.D. Salinger link. Fun fact: I lived in the same town as Joyce Maynard, the woman who had an affair with J.D. Salinger when she was a teen. I went to school with her daughter and we dated the same guy (at different times.) So I am five degrees of separation from J.D. Salinger- extra cred points are MINE! Just kidding.
Who's Shirley Beans?
This is sort of fun if you like to rate yourself on any possible thing you can like I do. This time around the rating is all about indie pop credibility. 58% for me- it would have been a lot higher in college. I don't even listen to indie rock anymore. I have no idea who or what is indie rock these days- even the 58% is a total fluke. Oddly, I feel happy about this for no good reason. It's a brand new era, it feels great. (sorry!) Stolen from Kerplink. Again. Because I read about 5 websites and yet have a weblog- why oh why?
And After All...I'm Only Sleeping
This is an ode to sleep. I, too, am much too fond of sleep for my own good and it's nice to know I'm not alone. I hope someday that all sleepers, nappers, lollygaggers and drowsers can band together and admit to our habit and rid the world of nap prejudice...of course, we'll all be sleeping rather than mobilizing, so never mind. Swiped shamelessly from that Dewey Decimal Doxy we all know and love over at Kerplink.
All Hail Whatsername!
My dear friend Whatsername has started her very own journal! I'm very happy and proud. Whatsername is an old friend of my sweetie's- they went to college together and were in a surf rock band along with Whatsername's husband, Whatsisname. I wish we'd become better friends BEFORE I moved to Boston from a Certain Small New England Town where she still lives. Better late than never! She's a webmaster. She's a very classy dame. Pay her a visit soon and often.
I Dreamed My Hair Was Ten Feet High!
It's the Beauty Shop Archives! Page upon page of the glorious hair-dos of yesteryear, complete with setting instructions. Of particular interest are the mind-boggling creations of a man simply named Kenneth and the not exactly androgynous unisex looks. The whole thing makes me want to take a ratting comb to my basic bob and then roam the streets looking for setting lotion, hot rollers, and a big, shiny fall.
You Think You've Heard It All...
...but you haven't. Woodstock '99. Accounts from victims. Denials from officials. Time to get outraged all over again. Everytime I hear more about this I want to put Fred Durst's head through a wall. I know that would solve very little, but what a feelin'! Anyway, this stuff is really graphic, disturbing and horrific, but it needs to be read. The more we know about it, the more we can fight it. Women should be able to go to any show they desire, regardless of whether or not there's free Biore samples, acoustic guitar and whiny trills, and feel safe. So, read this and get mad. There's even something allegedly written by Courtney Love that is surprisingly coherent and affecting, and I doubt this one was stolen from Steve Albini.
About Fucking Time
At last it will not be necessary to risk, at best, harrassment, at worst, death in order to perform and/or obtain a medical procedure that shouldn't even be a public issue because it's about as much anyone's (besides a lady's and her doctor's) business as, say, a tonsilectomy or a vasectomy for that matter.
The Sweet and the Swingin'
As those of you who've seen my tiny l'll slice o' heaven know, [that's my apartment, pervy!] I collect unusual record album covers and hang them on the wall to make an inexpensive yet kicky mural. Well, what I wouldn't give to rob Kini blind- this is truly a collection to be reckoned with. I drool, I covet, I love. Stolen from Scrubbles, my new favorite thing ever. I even linked it in my little bar to the left for easier access, so you know it's true love.
Big Glut of Northern Soul
I think this may just be my favorite kind of music only I know nothing about it because I'm not British or 40. Damn. Anyway, there's lots of great songs to download including a bunch that prominently feature the awe-inspiring Hammond organ AND reviews of all-nighters where apparently a lot of people get together and dance all night to U.S. and U.K. soul music and take great pains not to spill their drinks on the floor. Brilliant!
1966!
This is a great page that I used to read more regularly. I happened across it today after a long time away- wow! I love what's been done with the place! 1966 is all about Mod- clothes, make-up, hair, accessories, movies, books, mod-els, etc. Great pictures and great info if you're into that sort of thing. There's also an amusing introduction letting all nay-sayers know that she's talking about Swinging London/Twiggy/Mary Quant Mod, not scooters/soul/fighting with Rockers Mod. Apparently some people have become VERY worked up about this. Wankers.
What Happens to Childhood Friends
The guy with clothes on is one of my old friends. We went to elementary school and junior high together. I haven't talked to him in many years. Why? Well, you know, time passes, people change...plus he's been busy posing with naked men and recording ska/punk covers of popular 80's hits. Rawk!
A Room of Jean's Own!
Well, it's about time. Those loveable sops over at the Onion have finally put together a complete archive of all the hilarious Jean Teasdale columns. All the gang's there- her Precious Moments figurines, Fabio, the unlucky Mrs. Beasley doll, her kitties, Patrick Swayze, and of course, Hubby Rick. I couldn't be happier.
Yes Yes A Thousand Times Yes
I couldn't agree more. Andrea is my, uh, Girl Hero. Heh.
I've Gone Completely Insane
Will you look at this shit? I have registered with UpdateFu (as if I have any "stalkers") and I now have not one but TWO counters. I mean really. It's so embarassing. But will I stop? No. Worst of all, I convinced someone to nominate me for Losers.Org and will be breathlessly checking daily to see if I was accepted as a loser!! What in the hell is my problem? Feel free to mock me, either openly or behind my back, preferably the latter. Thank you.
Advertising Spokesperson Mania
This is really freaking me out. Will you look at some of these quotes? On the Pillsbury Doughboy drinking all the milk in a never-to-be-seen "Got Milk?" crossover ad: "The Pillsbury guidelines stipulate that the Doughboy must always be a helper, a teacher or a friend ... Our spot showed the Doughboy drinking the last of the milk. Therefore he wasn't being a helper. He wasn't being a teacher. And he certainly wasn't being a friend." What?! Or how about this stunning observation about the Honey Nut Cheerios bee: "He's really more of a person than a bug ... He's not just this insect buzzing around ... He wears fresh, normal everyday clothes ... If you look at him, you see that his face is friendly." Excuse me?! I'm not even going to get into Mr. Peanut and why he's an eternal bachelor. You'll have to see for yourself. This link courtesy of Annette. Her site is very sweet and girly. I like it a lot.
'85 Chicago Bears Shufflin' Crew Back in Studio!
I'm sure everyone else in the universe has already seen this what with it being from the Onion and all, but come on! The Super Bowl Shuffle?! Yes! It's about time for a comeback. I mean, there's only so many times you can listen to the Four-Six Defense, the Shufflin' Crew tribute band.
Amy Grant- Bride of Satan?
Ha ha ha! Metal up her God-fearing ass! Thanks to WalkingBitch.
Puppet Smackdown!
Blair magazine is great. It took me a long time to go look at the damn thing, but after many, many recommendations from people I respect and envy, I finally made my way over. Thank God. If this was the only thing they had ever produced, they would still be my idols. It's a theoretical battle featuring Lester (a dummy that appeared on several late-70's/early-80's variety shows and comedy specials) vs. Lady Elaine Fairchild (of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood of Make-Believe) vs. Madame (as in "Wayland Flowers and...of Solid Gold.) Who will win this epic battle? You'll have to go find out. I feel a strange kinship with the author of this think piece because he states that his Aunt Midge looks like Lady Elaine Fairchild. Well, my Aunt Sarah looks like Madame! Puppet-Like Aunt Smackdown 2000?! Anyone?
My Head Keeps Spinning to Music...
...Spinning to Gold! Speaking of Solid Gold, here's a site devoted to that dearly departed ode to lip-synch and spandex, specifically to the very glamourous, very, um, flexible Solid Gold Dancers. As the site says, "If you like "SOLID GOLD" & "THE SOLID GOLD DANCERS" - and watched the show from its debut in September of 1980 until the end of the 1985-86 season - this is the place for you!" Did anyone else dream of being a Solid Gold Dancer? I hope so. You can even vote for your favorite dancer here- I was always partial to Darcel and Pam.
Pictures of Ugly White Drunk Kids
Hey, I think it's funny! Courtesy of my genius idols at Portal of Evil.
The Standard ALMOST FAMOUS entry
I, like many others, saw Almost Famous over the weekend and loved it very much. This is a slightly drippy but nevertheless interesting article from Salon about AF's surprising-for-a-rock-movie female-centricity, something I've been thinking about since I saw it.
Bad Candy
I can't believe I haven't logged this site until now, I love it so. Two guys sample bad candy and rate it on a scale of varying degrees of badness. So before you indulge in any Fizzy Milk, Chaca Chaca, or Double Zout, take a gander at this informative page. Encludes an endorsement from Pocky, the not-so-bad Japanese candy. Except it's a weird anthropomorphic Pocky. Chilling.
Edith Head: Duchess of Costuming
This is a really long, really interesting interview with Edith Head done by the American Film Institute. Edith Head was the preeminant costume designer in Hollywood back in the day. She's won an insane amount of awards and has outfitted everyone from Bette Davis in All About Eve to Steve Martin in Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. She's really smart with a lotta moxie and there are lots of illustrations and photos to gawk at as well.
Study the Semiotic Strata!
I went to Smith. While I treasure my degree and the friends I made there, I can't FULLY recommend putting in four years there for several reasons, one of which is that people talk like this.
Lonely Tylenol
Oh how I love palindromes! Here's a whole passel of 'em! Yay! (get it??) This comes via Kerplink, maintained by my pal Sophie. Jealous much?
Enter the Vortex of Cleanliness!
Oh those wacky Brits! First they invade my psyche with the ludicrous yet compelling saladcream.com (I know it's an American site, but salad cream comes from the UK and I doubt it'll catch on here, lurid, loud web site notwithstanding) and now this- the Hoover company's ode to all things vacuum. It's VERY high tech and very mesmerizing. Trust me.
Pocket Pig!
This is a great site recommended to me by my friend P. It's basically a journal, except it revolves around the daily food intake of the author which she draws on her Palm Pilot and uploads to her site (hence the site name!) To add to all the adoorable foodstuff cartoons and chit-chat, there are great links (called "pork links"- ha!) included with each entry, one of which was so fun I had to give it its own entry (see above.)
Stranded At The Drive-In...
My favorite part in Grease is when Johnny T. slumps around the drive-in singing about that little priss Sandy. It's especially great because at one point he's wailing his little greaser heart out and on the screen behind him...an animated lion-tamer-esque hot dog bun commands an animated lion-esque hot dog to do back flips. Yes, it's true. That and many other wacky concession-stand animations can be found at this website along with general drive-in information and listings. I got my first and only hicky from a dumb skater-boy with baby barrettes in his hair at a drive-in in Albuquerque, NM in 1994 while "watching" a Keanu double feature ( Speed and Dracula. ) Hopefully your drive-in memories are a bit more pleasant.
Fun With T-Crossing and I-Dotting
Although I don't always succeed, I strive for clear, grammatically correct prose- it's necessary because I work in publishing and it's fun because I'm a big freaking dorkus. This site is both incredibly helpful AND it's entertaining to boot, even if you don't care about editing and the like. OK, if you don't care about editing and the like you'll probably think it's boring as all get out. BUT, how can you argue with advice like this:
"While all metaphors are untruths in a strict literal sense, those that jump out and scream "I am a lie!" should be avoided." Funny, right? RIGHT?! Never mind.
Chuck D. Likes Gladys Knight
And how do I know this? Because this web site told me so. I also know that Ghostface Killah wants to meet Saddam Hussein, the GZA is a Dr. Seuss fan (both are good rhymers, so there you go), and James McNew of Yo La Tengo wears (or at least admires) Fubu clothing! So, yeah, basically a bunch of rock stars fill out questionnaires and they are archived here. A word of warning: most of the "stars" are people like Possum Hill, drummer for "rap-metal" band Hot Sauce Johnson. Yeah, that's what I said too. Still, it's good for a few laughs.
Ask E. Jean (At Your Own Risk)
There's really no reason to read Elle magazine save for the spectacularly absurd advice column, "Ask E. Jean." This woman is a complete loon- all of her advice basically boils down to "Snap out of it and buy some Dior, ya stupid broad!" Plus LOOK at her- a tie?!?! WTF? Apparently she is also a journalist- there is a great interview with the wonderful Fran Lebowitz as originally published in Playboy. E. Jean could take a hint or nine from Fran on the art of dry humor AND the proper use of traditionally masculine fashion accessories, but I think she's a lost cause.
I'm Just Dotty About Dotty
When I dream of moving to NYC, I dream of living the life of Dorothy Parker only with aleetleless drinking and HOPEFULLY fewer thoughts of suicide. Plus it's the year 2000- people don't take 5 hour, 9 martini lunches with 20 of their closest friends anymore. Damn "progress"! Since I can't rearrange the laws of space and time (yet!), here's a website that illustrates the dream in full color. Fix yourself a highball and check it out. Then go here and marvel at the fact that someone could make heartbreak, depression and alcoholism so damn funny.
What Are You Doing Here in Rome?
Oh how I love Italian fashion photography. So beautiful and so imaginative unlike, say, American fashion photography featuring grimacing stick insects with enormous heads lolling like bladders clad in minimalistic frocks of dubious construction. Ick. Unfortunately Italian Vogue costs $13.00 but this page is free. Bellisima!
Catty Goths
I have been reading this for a million years and it never fails to keep me laughing. Basically a bunch of goth chicks (and one boy, excuse me, boi) search the web for poorly done or otherwise offensive personal goth sites and "check" them. Sometimes the "Cattys" even check themselves, which is expecially hilarious. I have never classified myself as goth, but I'm sure I would have if I had grown up anywhere but the backwoods of New Hampshire where wearing Chucks was considered highly bizarre and subversive. Yep, I have to admit I'm pretty sure my thirteen year old self would have wanted to be a member of KroNiK. "It's souley for the underground generation." Bwa ha ha ha ha ha!
Janeane Garofalo + Amy Sedaris = Pee-in-Pants Funny
This interview is fab. I love them both and together they are a screaming, thigh-slapping snortfest. Plus I have to marvel at the fact that this interview appreared in the Abercrombie and Fitch magazine. First of all, Abercrombie and Fitch has a MAGAZINE?! Why? Secondly, can you imagine the editorial meeting concerning this interview?
Assistant Editor: "Um, this is wee-erd!"
Managing Editor: "Look, there's no time to take more homoerotic khaki pictures of the boys' lacrosse team. Run the damn thing and bring me a bromide!"
Anyway...
As an added bonus, there is a bizarre quiz at the end of the interview meant to determine if a person is an ALIEN or not. Well, folks- I am an alien! Or so says the quiz.
Ronnie Spector, Rock Goddess
Ronnie speaks! This is a none-too-well-written article but it is very comprehensive and chock full of Ronnie in her own words, discussing her insane life and career from "Be My Baby" to Ol' Dirty Phil to a forray into punk/new wave in the 80's (who knew??) to Eddie Money to her latest, completely soul-stirring Kill Rock Stars EP "She Talks to Rainbows." I saw her play at the Middle East a while back and was crying by the end of her set. She's that awesome. I can't wait to get my hands on this as soon as possible. The title alone is worth the price of admission.
Slutty Naked Midget Cheese Porn Pics
Heh heh! This whole site is pretty arousing and titilating.
Lindsay Lynch Likes My Stuff!
Today I received my first e-mail regarding my pita and journal from someone I don't actually know at all via real life OR fake life (aka the WWW.) Exciting! It was from Lindsay Lynch and I went to look at her page and was charmed by the contents and surprised to re-discover the 33 Rules For Indie Rock Boys, a cute l'il morsel I had seen before courtesy of Nanette. It's especially weird because I think the guy modeling the hideous 70's sideburns is my old high school friend Mike G., or at least it's a damn good copy. I can't be sure, though. But I am sure of one thing: Lindsay's page is great. I'm going to go read more of her journal right now.
Swingin' Chicks of the 60's
How do you say ga-roovy? OK, all Deee-light jokes aside, this is my new favorite thing in the world. All the winged black eyeliner, Pucci minis and knee boots you could ever want, meticulously archived into categories both obvious (Songbirds, Models, Actresses) and not so obvious but absolutely necessary when talking about 60's vixens (Beach Girls, Elvis Girls! Girls! Girls!, Bond Beauties.) Each swingin' chick gets a photo as well as a complete description of her career, talent, look, lifestyle and impact on the decade as a whole! Purrrrrr! Julie Christie? Check. Jacqueline Susann? Check. Ursula Andress? Check. Capucine? Check, whoever the hell that is. Truman Capote? Check, hee hee! AND, a calendar and book are in the works! Twiggy no miniskirt today!
The Modified Librarian
This is great- a page devoted to librarians and their body modifications (tattoos, piercings, etc.) Even funnier is the page linked to it entitled The Belly Dancing Librarian! Then, if you can stand it, the Belly Dancing Librarian provides a list of other sites featuring "fabulous, stereotype-smashing librarians," including "The Image of Librarians in Pornography" and "The Naked Librarian," both of which I'm scared to look at because I'm at work. I am all for "fabulous, stereotype-smashing librarians" and may be one myself someday, but this is all a bit silly, I think. Oh well. This one goes out to Sophie, obviously, eh.
It's Like They Know Me!
So I was doing a little search for "Hellsbelle" at the search engine of the Gods and I came across this. Apparently there are other Hellsbelles out there. Anyway, I went and read the analysis of my name and it's scarily accurate! This is especially weird since, obviously, Hellsbelle is not my given name. And so of course I had to look up my real name- well, Hellsbelle's description is much more accurate. Was I destined to be Hellsbelle?!?! Makes you think....(and laugh out loud at yourself. Again.)
My Idea of Porn
I'm back and ready, oh so ready, to blog. Here is Enokiworld. Enokiworld is mostly a shopping site- they have the best vintage swank ever. Every day I go to this page and drool and sigh and dream about the day I can kit myself out in such finery. They also do a monthly webzine called Space that is consistantly wonderful. It features a different designer each month (September= the fabulous Pauline Trigere), smart, funny writing, vintage beauty tips and pictures of old school eye candy- this month it's Brian Jones! Yum!
We've Only Just Begun...
...but I must leave you for a week. This weekend I'll be rabble rousing with Sophie and next week I'll be prancing through all five boroughs...yes indeed, I'll take Manhattan. September and I will be on the scene the week after next. By September I mean the month, not some goth girl with a lunchbox purse and big fake ponytails. Just so you know.
Groupie Central
This page is devoted to groupies and the rock stars they love. Most useful in terms of digging for shocking, sketchy gossip: a casual glance through the archives reveals that SUPPOSEDLY Huey Lewis is hung like a horse, AJ from the Backstreet Boys is actually a BackDOOR Boy, Stevie Nicks swings both ways, and the irritating guy from Sugar Ray likes golden showers. Huh. There's also a message board and an advice column in case you want tips on the finer points of tit-flashing and panty-flinging.
I'm Not the Only One
Nanette and I have so many insane things in common, as we have both remarked upon in our journals/blogs/whatever. Now I have come across this and I am even more freaked out. I, too, have irrational phone phobia! My current job requires that I call assorted vendors (aka people who format the textbooks of which I manage the production), so I have had to face this fear head-on over the past few months. Let me tell you, it has NOT been easy. I still have to take deep breaths and PRACTICE before I make a call. It's so silly and yet it can't be that silly because I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE! So there- long live irrational fears!
Bow Down Before the Jimmy Stewart of Rock and Roll!
The world needs more rock stars like Jonathan Richman because the world needs less irony, less smirking, more sincerity and more songs about Boston. This page is mostly about his old band, the Modern Lovers, probably my favorite band of all time. Great interview and great pictures of old concert flyers. Gore? Bush? Nader? Puh-leeze! Jojo for President!
This Is Blythe!
The glamourous and talented Sophie sent me a Blythe e-card (is that the proper term? I do not know...) this morning in honor of her impending visit. I remember coming across the website of the woman who wrote THIS IS BLYTHE a few months back. I was charmed, I moved on. Now Blythe is back in my life and I couldn't be happier. Thank you, dear Sophie. Sophie got this link from another blog whose name escapes me at present- go see Sophie if you are a stickler and must know everything.
Mamie Van Doren
All hail Mamie, the most glamourous and sexy of them all! This woman still parties at the Playboy mansion in skimpy pink skivvies and she's in her sixties. There are also pictures of MODERN B-movie queen Julie Strain dressed up as Mamie. Sort of a T and A changing of the guard...sniff.
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