Filed under: this very blog | Tags: boogie nights, complaining, excuses, new year's
I’m kind of a stressball today. I’m bouncing back and forth between a house where I’m dog-sitting (where they have internet but forgot to leave me their wireless password) and my boyfriend’s, where he’s planning a big party for tonight and I’d feel like an asshole if I sat in the corner posting a songs of the year list.
So I don’t think I’ll be posting that until tomorrow. Probably, you know, you have better things to worry about this evening, anyway. But for some reason I’m all stressed out beyond reason about it. Lord knows why. Maybe because actually I just really dislike New Year’s Eve.
I don’t know, if it were up to me I’d be home with a book and Boogie Nights tonight; that was a way to end a decade.
I’m a little bored today, if you couldn’t tell…
1. Manhunt Daily
2. Naked Pictures Of Your Dad (aka. me)
3. hx
4. Providence Daily Dose
5. Google Reader
6. LibraryVixen
7. Sheena Beaston
8. Carnal Knowledge
9. WordPress Dashboard
10. The Old Version Of This Blog
11. Twitter
12. The Second Pass*
13. Emily Magazine*
14. It’s The Money Shot
15. Art Of Manliness*
16. Melissa
17. Bitchidence
18. Art Fag City
19. Yahoo Answers
20. Skreemr
(*These were actually all just trackbacks. I’m small potatoes over here, ladies and gentlemen…)
I know this is a day early, but here’s the top 10 searches that led people to the site this year:
1. hookers
2. joe rogan
3. mixtapes
4. nina hartley
5. karen o naked
6. songs about hookers
7. hookers.com
8. gabe saporta naked
9. mixtapes for hookers
10. terry richardson naked
If you count similarly-worded searches as one, it looks a little more like this:
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Filed under: shameless self-promotion, this very blog | Tags: me me me me me, search terms
So, I need to figure out what my 2500th Tumblr post should be. I’m taking suggestions; those involving hairy naked men are particularly encouraged since, you know, that’s what most of the first 2,499 were. I should have had an “e-mail me anonymous naked photos of yourself” drive or something, but I wasn’t smart enough to think of that beforehand.
Oh well. Anyhow, after the jump are this week’s Search Terms.
Tess reminded me of this song today. It’s so good! The 1974 Carol Douglas version–the one American disco lovers know–is actually not the original; it had been recorded a few months previously by a Sandie Shaw-like British singer named Sunny. Douglas only recorded the song after answering a newspaper ad placed by the songwriters, who wanted to re-record it in a more American style. The original is less disco-y. Though it’s got some strings and a soulful singer, the song actually sounds more like the bubblegum stylings of Edison Lighthouse or the 1910 Fruitgum Company.
Filed under: gay, heterosexuals, hot, movies | Tags: alexa dicarlo, alice schiller, billy wild, men, obituaries, steve carell, titan men
Alice Schiller, proprietress of Los Angeles burlesque club the Pink Pussycat, died this week at the age of 95. Frequented by the Rat Pack, The Pink Pussycat was I guess quite the place in its heyday. There’s an obituary in the New York Times, but the Times makes you register to look at obituaries now, apparently, and I have no patience for that.
Christmas night I grabbed a drink at the Eagle, where they were showing Titan’s gripping 2002 prison drama Slammer. Billy Wild, the blondish-red bottom in the first scene, is so amazingly hot that he’s more or less all I’ve been thinking about for the last few days; how had I not seen this movie before? Unfortunately, his name is virtually ungooglable and I can’t seem to find anything else he’s been in, because there’s numerous other gay porn dudes with that name. Sigh.
The New York Post has a list of the decade’s 10 most memorable male movie roles. Oddly, I’ve seen most of these movies, which is odd, because I never see anything anymore. An once again I find myself wanting to write an essay about how Steve Carell personifies pretty much every American male insecurity and how all Steve Carell movies are basically horror movies.
By the way, I have many, many things to say about the “Is Alexa real?” controversy that’s been going around the gay sex blogs lately. But I’ll save those for another post, which I’ll hopefully actually write and not keep on my to-blog list until nobody cares anymore.
[image: Alice Schiller, found at Donna Lethal]
