Cocksox

HAR.  I saw an ad for Cocksox in the back of Rolling Stone Magazine, so of course I had to share this lovely product with you:

Cocksox

It's All in the Name / The Joys of Christmas Shopping

?!  Saw this as I was driving over to Eagle Rock yesterday.

I went to a craft fair yesterday thinking I might be able to buy some Christmas gifts. Well,  honestly I was looking for jewelry for myself, and figured I'd troll around and try to find a few other gifts while I was there.  I ending up finding some good stuff. But I have to bitch and moan about one of the vendors. She had some cute stuff, but BOY WAS SHE ANNOYING AND SO WAS HER SALES ASSISTANT. Every single thing I picked up, they had to comment about it. Every single thing. They were both oohing and aahing and clucking away at each piece I picked up.   FERTHELOVEOFGAWD.  And on and on with the compliments about the jewelry I was wearing, my hair, my sweater, my scarf...ON AND ON AND ON. I wanted to say, "Ladies, you are pouring it on pretty thick. I don't need help picking out stuff. I don't need you telling me what looks good on me.  I don't need you to tell me what is "in" this season.  I don't need compliments to make me buy. JUST SHUT UP SO I CAN LOOK AT THIS STUFF ALREADY!" But I kept my yap shut until it came to pay for my selections. I wanted to buy two rings, and the annoying sales girl told me it was $70 plus tax. I said, "No."  She said, "WHAT?!"  I said, "No, that is too much. I'll give you $70 total, or forget it." Well that put the ladies in QUITE THE SNIT, and they had a devil of a time trying to figure out how to re-do the invoice and re-calculate it all, and I just wanted to cancel the dumb sale altogether.  They finally figured it out, and then they could NOT BELIEVE I didn't want the one free gift item they offered with purchase.  I politely declined the free gift item, as IT WAS A PIECE OF SHIT.  They weren't having it and kept trying to pawn off  the crappy broach on me, and I finally said more strongly, "REALLY, THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY, BUT THANK YOU."  Jesus!  Needless to say, I am kind of dreading how much more of this kind of shopping I will need to do for the holidays.  HUGE GROAN.  

Christmas Killjoy signing off for now....

P.S. I think I am turning into my mother with the haggling and impatience and all.  

I Hate Your Outfit!

Leighton Meester in Marchesa

Barbra Streisand: My Passion for Design

I recently received a promo email featuring Barbra Streisand's new book entitled My Passion for Design.

The promo featured the BS diva in this red get-up:

Red is such a strong and loaded color, and of course this picture of Babs instantly reminded me of the following:

But maybe I am the only one that has a hang-up with red dresses.  When I was about 20 years old (circa 1990), a good friend decided to get married, and she asked me what color I thought her bridesmaid dresses should.  I STUPIDLY said, "Well, you never see bridesmaids in RED dresses...maybe you should do that."  Of course she ended up taking my stupid advice, and then she asked me to be her goddamn maid of honor.  I had to wear a red satin t-length dress with a white sash.  The white sash  had a plunging sweetheart-ish neckline, to emphasize my shoulders and ample bosom; and a cheap, stupid, fake diamond jewel was centered between my boobs.  To top it all off, I had to wear white satin 2" pumps.  THE HORROR of it all.  And NO, I will not be showing you a picture of that stupid get-up.

I guess all I am saying is PROCEED WITH CAUTION when wearing red. 

Blue Barnhouse Cards

A big thank you to Christina at down and out chic for the tip on these rad holiday cards!

All cards are available for purchase at Blue Barnhouse Store.

Feel the Burn

first seen here at Vent

and....have you seen this one?!

Polixeni Papapetrou

Polixeni Papapetrou

Polixeni Papapetrou, The Loners, 2009

Polixeni Papapetrou, The Harvesters, 2009

Polixeni Papapetrou, The Watcher, 2009

Polixeni Papapetrou, The Provider, 2009

Polixeni Papapetrou, The Ambassadors, 2009

Polixeni Papapetrou, The Pastoralist, 2009

Polixeni Papapetrou, The Wanderer, 2009

Polixeni Papapetrou, The Debutants, 2009

Polixeni Papapetrou, The Reader, 2009



Polixeni Papapetrou, The Sandtraveller, 2009

Polixeni Papapetrou, The Players, 2009

Polixeni Papapetrou

Emails from Exes

ARGH!!!!!!!! Last week someone/something high-jacked my personal email address book and emailed my friends and family a link to some stupid Canadian prescription drug website. A) How do they do that? B) What fuckers. C) Is that REALLY an effective method to increase business to your website you fucking tools?! I suspect it is even LESS effective than telemarketing!!!!  HUFF. Anywhoo, a few older relatives demanded an explanation  as to why I sent them that link (HELLO!?!?!?!? ARE YOU BRAND NEW TO COMPUTERS AND THE CONCEPT OF SPAM?!?!?!?!?), and everyone else pretty much figured out what happened. And then I got a doozy of an email from an ex.  Why oh why is his email address still in my address book?!  ARGH!!!! @#$%^!&!   Here is what he wrote me:

I suspect your computer has received some kind of virus. I was so excited to think that someone I once cared so much for, thought I was in love with had decided to be civil, to be friendly as though there had actually been something between us. So I can't imagine you actually sent me a link to a Canadian Web Site selling Viagra, Cialas and Levitra. While maybe that's all I was to you, I'm sure I didn't leave you feeling like I needed help in that department. I of course am being a little sarcastic because of how you hurt me when you dropped me so coldly and didn't even want to remain in contact. But on a serious note, I and several of your boyfriends received this link: INSERTSTUPIDFUCKINGCANADIANDRUGWEBSITEHERE

It would have been nice to have actually heard from you, I always thought I was very nice to you and treated you with respect and the love and care I hoped for in return. Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, yada, yada, ya. I don't expect a reply but please check your computer.

Your wounded friend and x-lover

XXXXXX

COME ON.  GIMME A BREAK.  If I respond to him, he will think I want to be friends (which, to him, means THE POSSIBILITY OF HOOKING UP AND/OR RECONCILING -- NO FUCKING THANK YOU.  WE TRIED THAT YEAR AFTER YEAR AND WE WILL NEVER WORK TOGETHER. WE BROKE UP SIX YEARS AGO.  MOVE ON!!!!!!!!!!!!).  If I don't respond, I am a horrible, evil and cruel woman that he can remain eternally pissed at, and continue thinking that I was 100% at fault all along.  OHFERTHELOVEOFGAWD.  So stupid.  

I am guessing some of you have dealt with similar situations with your exes?   The eternal question of whether it is a good idea or a bad idea to be friends with exes rages on.  ARGH.  So dumb.  If I sound particularly perturbed, it is because another man [in addition to the one mentioned above] is trying to manipulate me, too, and I am not having it!!!!  I don't have the energy to describe THAT situation, too.  ARGH!  So dumb!!!!!

How to Gift Wrap a Cat

Flashback Friday!

Richard Prince, Untitled (girlfriend), 1993

Any wild plans for the weekend? I have a busy weekend ahead of me, starting with a heavy metal concert tonight. LOL!!! I know, I know -- go ahead and make fun of me! It should be fun. I don't even know the band's music [ALL I KNOW IS THE SINGER IS SO CUTE AND CHARISMATIC!!!], but I am bored and ready to be entertained by the band and the crowd. And I look forward to seeing how everybody is dressed. I wouldn't be surprised if some of the chicks at the show dress like the lovely ladies above. HAAAAHAHHAHAHAH! 

I went to an Anvil show a while back at The House of Blues, and it was such a trip to see the crowd. Most folks were in their 30's to 50's, and it looked like the majority of the men (and many of the women) had not updated their hair, clothing, makeup and/or overall LOOK since the 80's & 90's metal era. URGH! I am still a fan of the music, but my look has since morphed for the better. At least I think it has.

I am pretty sure I will regret posting these flashback shots of me (I'm the moron in the black top -- circa 1988), my little sister, and two friends (with commentary here), but whatever -- they make me laugh and think of the old days.

happy, drinking and making friends

just realizing it was probably pretty stupid to drink wine coolers, vodka AND tequila

about to hurl

propped up by sister, friends and my radical 1978 red Camaro with tail fin, hood scoop, and mag wheels

KLASSY BROAD.  who does this?!  well at least i am not the one in the striped shirt.  LOL!

HAPPY FRIDAY!  Hope you have a super weekend!