Archive for 2006

Sugar skulls 🙂

I went out on the town last night and had a great time. I went out Tuesday night to something completely different and had a great time. I missed someone’s birthday on Monday which I would have liked to have also attended, although I guess I was working on an interview thingie at the time.

I’m feeling kind of stabby at the moment.

Sometimes when I get to travel or spend time with friends and family (people who care about me and are not wound up with BS) . . . well, it makes the BS that much harder to bear. It is like I can tell the difference between fun and human contact versus stress and conflict.

I ordered laptops like two months ago and then there was some weird thing where they needed a response from me and I didn’t see it in my email because it has been being mail-bombed relentlessly. I delete thousands of emails every day and I’m not caught up. I’ve got multiple people working on stuff like MySpace, but I’m not sure I want to have someone else go through my emails, even if I could. I should just re-order, but I stress overload every time I go to do it. And now I’m going to be traveling without one this month.

People are always hitting up Blue Blood models to try to get something out of me and they are always hitting me up to get something out of Blue Blood models. The idea was about celebration, not competitive theft. Nobody ever wants to support new models either, but they sure get all fascinated once the girls are on Blue Blood.

Also, here is a tip: If you want to get something from me, make sure you are pitching something reasonable and fair, and fucking ask me or contact an appropriate person in my organization. If you want to have Blue Blood sponsor a party or you want to interview me or Forrest or one of the photographers or writers or models, then contact the press email on the Blue Blood MySpace Profile or BlueBlood.com and not a random model. [EDIT: Well, now I feel extra-stabby. Looks like, when the MySpace HTML got nuked, supposedly by hacking, it looks like we didn’t put the email contacts back up. Fuck. The paragraph Forrest and I wrote for that was good and I don’t know if I can do it as well on a second go-round.]

I will now say that part of why I feel stabby is that my job is fucking hard enough without having to deal with competitive and exclusionary dicks trying to make it harder.

I keep having major news outlets interview me for articles which then get mysteriously shelved. WTF? I guess Penthouse just did a cool thing on Blue Blood and I should write something about that when I’m feeling less pissed off and frustrated.

Even watching TiVo pissed me off tonight.

My girl TC did a really kickass interview with Racci, formerly of The Genitorturers and Dope, now of Wednesday 13, and all around good guy. This is a classically Blue Blood interview because it has all the requisite personal voice and depravity I look for most in writers. Some of the most memorable lines from Racci’s mouth in TC’s Blue Blood interview with him are as follows:

“. . . but you can’t be throwing dynamite at a prostitute.”

“Blue Blood rocks.”

Plus, our intrepid reporter gets the inside skinny on where the famous drummer got his name!

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Bleah.

I’m going to something tomorrow, where I will need to be able to explain what the heck my job is. I don’t really know how to do this and, so far, my last two posts requesting assistance figuring this out have not gotten as much response as I’d hoped for.

In the next few hours, I need to have some portfolio stuff put together and I never know what images to put in a portfolio. Editing for a particular topic is no problem with my huge body of work, but selecting the “it” images to represent that whole body of work is really really hard.

So, there is yet another cesspool of anonymous posting on the internet at AltGossip.com and apparently some people think it has something to do with me because a lot of BlueBlood.com models are mentioned on the site.

I’ve got a news bulletin for the world: BlueBlood.com is the second biggest site in the genre and it is only a small portion of what Blue Blood does. I’ve been doing what I do for a very long time and Blue Blood has provided an amazing springboard for a lot of people, myself included. Blue Blood’s policies make it pretty likely that people who model for it will have credits besides Blue Blood. First of all, Blue Blood has regularly assisted models in getting magazine credits in a hell of a lot of publications besides Blue Blood in print. Blue Blood has provided referrals for television and radio and other gigs. Blue Blood has both built and hosted sites for a lot of people who have worked on Blue Blood projects. I’d have to do an exact count, but I believe that, of the 316 hotties currently live on BlueBlood.com, more than one out of every five has a site.

Are models from BlueBlood.com all over AltGossip.com? Yes. Are models from BlueBlood.com all over FetishGossip.com? Yes. Are models from BlueBlood.com all over SG? Yes. Are models from BlueBlood.com all over GG? Yes. Are models from BlueBlood.com all over BA? Yes. Are models from BlueBlood.com all over most media? Yes. For models we discover or promote directly, we don’t always make a huge big deal about the fact that they appear on BlueBlood.com in every single venue we hook them up with, but the info is there if one cares to look.

I admit that the main reason anyone from Blue Blood has been on MTV or Comedy Central is because I own Viacom.

I just got a new purple Gimp from Cuddley Rigor Mortis because Kristin rules! It is like her traditional Gimp, only fuzzy and in Blue Blood purple. I took Kristin’s Mummy with me to get my shot today. The doctor thought it was interesting and was very amused by the name of her company.

When I was very young, one of my grandmothers got a facelift. Actually, they probably both did, but this anecdote is just about one. When I saw her, I asked her to change it back. I loved her and it terrified me that my uncle had made her look different with a knife. I didn’t understand that it wasn’t the sort of thing you could return to the department store. I thought of that recently and it made me feel really terrible that I said that to her, even though I was just a little kid and didn’t understand the concept of plastic surgery. I just wanted her old face, the face that I knew, back.

Oh yeah, I went ahead and got the cortisone shot in my ankle this morning. The shot was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay less horrible than I expected. I’m really sore now as expected, but it really didn’t hurt going in. The doctor was awesome. The mood side effects, one would expect from this type of injection, do seem to be in effect. In an ideal world, I would not have access to any mode of communication with others while recuperating. And yet I have access to the world 24/7. Isn’t the internet grand?

Ladies, you can booze it up to your heart’s content and shove the entire nation of Columbia into your nasal cavity if you want and I have no problem with that, but could you please not do it the night before you have a photo shoot scheduled. It makes you all cock-eyed and swollen and then I have to throw out images and photo sets where there is nothing wrong with Forrest’s and my concepts, composition, and lighting. My inclination has always been to just work harder to make someone look great. In the future, I think I might just cancel anyone who shows up looking like last night’s backwash. Why should I have to work harder because someone else partied harder?

So, as many of you know, I injured my ankle a couple years back. Two years after the break now, I still can’t use it normally or for any length of time, even when I ice it regularly. I’ve decided to try getting a cortisone shot tomorrow morning. Apparently this involves sticking a needle deep into the joint of my right ankle and pumping the medicine in.

I’m kind of nervous about the procedure, but optimistic that it could work and let me return to normal activity.

I would love to hear from any of you all who have had cortisone injections and what your experiences were.

Food finally arrived. I’m going to eat about two bites and fall asleep on the couch.

There is a delicious new outdoor series, by yours truly and Forrest Black, featuring Sara X and a monument relating to (I think) holistic medicine. Let’s hear it for Sara and holistic medicine (and of course Forrest’s and my brilliant photography)! Naughty part of course on BlueBlood.com

(Links NSFW. Duh.)

I never trust any woman who lists Sixteen Candles as one of her favorite movies.

The most fundamental flaws with society today can all be traced back to 80’s teen movies, specifically the work of John Hughes. I hoped, when I moved to Hollywood, that I would someday get the opportunity to tell him so in person. I’ve been here a while and haven’t run into him yet, so I thought I would post it on a nice busy site and wait for him to find it while ego-searching.

The message of pretty much all John Hughes movies is that you should hate successful people, while coveting what they have and having the exact same sucky values that the people you hate have. If you hate someone, why would you aspire to be like them? I understand that sometimes one can take a wrong turn in life, but who actually wants to become something they themselves hate?

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