The Several Severed Heads of Britany Spears

Okay so big news this week with the controversial sculpture of Britney giving birth in what is undoubtedly a common pose for the pop trailer park princess and possibly one mimicking the child's conception as well as his birth. While some might find the subject matter a bit to their disliking, it's actually in keeping with sculptor Daniel Edwards' fascination with pop culture. My friend Alex Calvo, director of the brilliant--yet sadly underappreciated--psychological short "Hypnogothic" (featuring a fabulous performance by yours truly) has turned his lens on sculptor Edwards and his work. It makes for a pretty "heady" film.

Check it out at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKuemHM6EWE

And while your at it, sign on to Triggerstreet.com and search Hypnogothic for a look at a truly stylish bit of film noir. 

De Plane???

There have been stories galore since 9/11 about what it was that really hit the Pentagon. No aircraft debris was ever seen or found. Of course conspiracy theorists go hogwild with this stuff. This guy in the UK does a great job of packaging all the flaws in the "official story" and asking the question, "What the hell was it?"

http://www.pentagonstrike.co.uk/flash.htm#Main

Comeon' Man, I just need one more can...

Hi, my pseudonym is Moxie, and I'm a Pringaholic. It started innocently enough, I reached for a can of Fat Free regulars and had a stack. They were good. Crunchy. Salty. Curvy. I had a few more, and then a few more...and before I knew it I was eating two, three cans a day. Barbeque. Sour Cream & Onion. Jalapeno. I couldn't get enough. Midnight runs to the dark corner stores of New Haven, prowling the Gas & Sip aisles looking for cans. "Where are you going?" someone would ask, suspicious. I'd be sneaking off to my car where there was always a can hidden. "No where!" I'd look guilty. I loved them. I craved them. I had to have them. But then they turned on me. It went bad, man. The cruncy, salty, curvy bliss turned to pain. Bloated stomach. Olestra sweats. Maltodexdrine drips. Polyglycerol nightmares. Hours in the bathroom, hiding my secret. I had to stop. I quit cold turkey. No more for me man, I swore. No more. I'd do good for a day, and then feel the call. I'd hear someone flip a plastic lid and turn--desperate--looking for the sound. I NEEDED THE CAN! But I held on. And I'm still holding on. I avoid the painful places...Stop n Shop, Target, 7-Eleven. I whisper my mantra, "Universe grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot crunch..." I take it one day at a time, but I'm hopeful. Someday I want to say I got the Pringles monkey off my back. 

Aaaack! Fairfield

Oh, poor rich people in Fairfield. Mean widdle putty-tat is being mean to them. Lewis is just doing what comes naturally; everytime I venture into Fairfield I want to scratch someone's eyes out. It's wrong I tell ya. Just wrong. Free Lewis! FREE LEWIS!


Lewis the Crazy Cat Terrorizes Town

FAIRFIELD, Conn. (March 29)- Residents of the neighborhood of Sunset Circle say they have been terrorized by a crazy cat named Lewis. Lewis for his part has been uniquely cited, personally issued a restraining order by the town's animal control officer.
"He looks like Felix the Cat and has six toes on each foot, each with a long claw," Janet Kettman, a neighbor said Monday. "They are formidable weapons."
The neighbors said those weapons, along with catlike stealth, have allowed Lewis to attack at least a half dozen people and ambush the Avon lady as she was getting out of her car.
Some of those who were bitten and scratched ended up seeking treatment at area hospitals.
Animal Control Officer Rachel Solveira placed a restraining order on him. It was the first time such an action was taken against a cat in Fairfield.
In effect, Lewis is under house arrest, forbidden to leave his home.
Solveira also arrested the cat's owner, Ruth Cisero, charging her with failing to comply with the restraining order and reckless endangerment.
03/29/06 07:24 EST 

Everything Old

Love the retro graphics! Message kind of works for me too. 

Cracker Cops Don't Like Bushit

See, this is the kind of stuff that makes me want to lose my mind. When we've become a country so divided that you can't even declare your political views on your own personal property, we are one step closer to living in a police state.
fights $100 fine for 'Bushit' bumper sticker

"It was 9:30 on a recent Friday night when Denise Grier saw blue lights in her rearview mirror," the Atlanta Journal-Constitution begins in Thursday editions. Excerpts: She pulled over on Chamblee-Tucker Road, unaware of her infraction. "The officer asked if I knew I had a lewd decal on my car and I thought, 'Oh gosh, what did my kids put on my car?' " As it turns out, the decal was an anti-Bush bumper sticker Grier slapped on her 2001 Chrysler Sebring last summer. The bumper sticker — "I'm Tired Of All The BUSH—" — contains an expletive. The officer "said DeKalb had an ordinance about lewd decals and wrote me a ticket" for $100, said Grier, an oncology nurse at Emory University Hospital who lives in Athens. "This is all about free speech," Grier said in a telephone interview Monday. "The officer pulled me over because he didn't agree with my politics. That's what this is about, not whether I support Bush, not because of the war in Iraq, but about my right to free speech." Officer Herschel Grangent Jr., a spokesman for the DeKalb County Police Department, confirmed the incident Monday but said he couldn't "speculate on or discuss another officer's decision to write a citation."

http://www.rawstory.com/news/2006/Woman_fights_100_fine_for_Bushit_0328.html

The Return of the 'L' Word

 

No Healthy People Need Apply

I hate the show Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and now everyone else in the world will know why. From the very beginning I've said this was nothing more than a over-the-top, big budget version of the 50s TV show "Queen for a Day". Sixty years ago some poor woman who scrubbed floors for a living could go on TV, tell her sob story, and if it was pathetic enough -- win a toaster or a waffle iron or some equally miraculous contraption. So now the Smoking Gun--once again, gotta love 'em-- releases an email sent to ABC affiliates to "be on the lookout" for specific types of families in need. So what makes for good pathetic television these days? Kids with progeria are a big winner (just ask Morey Povitch), ALS patients, victims of hate crimes who've had their houses burned down, multiple Downs Syndrome families, and the ever popular "amazing Mom or Dad" with skin cancer. I know that all reality television is about exploitation but have the decency to keep your wish list to yourself. It also makes me doubt the authenticity of those heartfelt videos played for the weeping team of rah-rah builders and decorators.

Boo hiss.