Sorry about the lack of posting this week. Things have been complicated, I’ve been tired, blah blah blah. And don’t get me started on Google.
Anyway. My Viggo Mortensen fantasies will be forthcoming, later today if I don’t totally blow it, but if anybody that reads this cares today’s the last day to vote in the Bloggies. Not that anything I’m super-excited about is nominated. As much as I love the Fug Girls, I almost never check it anymore, I’m pretty indifferent to Postsecret, and Perez Hilton makes me wanna die, and not in a good way.
Unrelatedly, the new Flo Rida song posted by the Mixtape Maestro the other day is killing me, and not in a good way. But he also posted about Duffy, so I can’t be totally annoyed.
Hi guys.
After about six months on Silent Pillow, an adult blog group, I’ve decided to move my blog. Nothing personal, I’m just sort of flaky, and also I feel like the mix between the music and the sex wasn’t working.
Here’s this week’s mix. It’s continuing on last week’s semi-theme of being a little on the darker side. Last night was cold and windy and it was nice to lay in bed with a book and the Bows album, which I only just discovered.
The mix is also a little bit eighties, what with the Thompson Twins, Falco, my all-time favorite Tom Waits song, and, um–well, maybe it’s not so eighties besides that, unless you count New Order side project Monaco, who came out in 1997. The Remi Nicole song comes from the soundtrack to the St Trinian’s remake, which I’m totally itching to see even though it looks a little bit dumb. Who knows if it’ll ever be released in the US. (more…)
In the Best Actor category this year, Tommy Lee Jones is as a distinct disadvantage–at least when it comes to starfucking–because he’s 62. And while I’ve had good-bordering-on-great sex with a 62-year old before, it’s a little on the border of elderly, and when you’re sixty-two it’s tough to complete with a strapping 47-year old like George Clooney, a virile 44-year old like Johnny Depp, or a sexy Irish 51-year old like Daniel Day-Lewis. Although, come to think of it, they’re all old enough to be my father. (more…)
There’s something I’d like to say from the get-go here, and it’s something that makes me different than most of the rest of the world: I don’t think Johnny Depp is hot. I’ve never thought Johnny Depp was hot. I also don’t think pirates are hot, and I think Johnny Depp as a pirate is about as sexy as Joan Rivers as a guest star on Big Brother. In fact, I think the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie might be the single worst movie I’ve ever paid to see and, while the screenplay made no sense, it was at least an hour too long for a movie based on a theme park ride, and the Disneyfied racism was disgusting, I also think Johnny was a huge part of my problem with the movie.
So, bear that in mind.
In preparation for today’s Oscar-themed Adventure in Starfucking, I decided to kick off my morning with a little one-handed salute to George Clooney. And while, in general, my Hump Day Morning Monkeyspank is a satisfying one, I just couldn’t manage it with visions of George dancing and writhing in my head. And why? Why, when Mr. Clooney is one genuine hunka hunka burnin’ movie star? A man who looks good gray, wears the sexy hell out of a suit, and seems like he’d generally be the kind of man that could have deep thoughts about humanity and then suggest some manly wrestling in a pool full of olive oil?
The Oscar nominations came out this morning, and as I’ve said before I can’t say much about most of the nominees since I haven’t actually seen most of the movies that came out this year. But don’t worry, that won’t stop me from shallowly judging my the Best Actor categories based entirely on looks! (more…)
So, no internet at the homestead again, this time because the Mac’s got a Trojan on it and Cox shut us off. Two days after we paid the bill. Arggh.
In other news, the Oscar nominations came out today. I’ll have more on that later, but in the meantime here’s a song that 238127 other people are probably also posting on their blogs right now:
Yo La Tengo, Julie Christie
Also, new Cat Power today! I ordered it and it hasn’t come in yet, so I’ll let you know when it cometh in. Also, the new Dengue Fever’s out today too. I posted a track from it on the mix yesterday, but I highly recommend getting the album. Very loungy + very Cambodian = Very awesome.
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For this week’s mix, a famously sampled Bob Dylan cover, T Rex in their early hippie nonsense phase, new stuff from Dengue Fever and Late of the Pier, and a White Whale track from the last issue of Esopus. The mix is a little on the dark side until the end, but it’s the middle of winter, so you and your johns can like it or lump it. Also, a challenge: try getting off during the Teach-In track. Dutch ABBA wannabes with a really surreal command of the English language (”Maybe it’s a bigot!”) challenge all but the most focused minds.
Click below for individual tracks or here (Side A) and here (Side B) for the whole shebang in handy-dandy RAR archives. As always, if you like the music, you should use some of your hard-earned money to go buy it. In a real store. One that could use your money. Or, if you’re impatient and want mp3s now, go to Amazon. Their store is better than itunes.
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Hey guys–
This is sort of a momentous time for me. It’s my hundredth post! That means I’ve actually been posting more or less once a day since I started Mixtapes For Hookers in September! And it means I’m not a total failure or slacker for once! Even though what started out as a porn blog barely has any porn on it these days! Yay!
