Archive for 2008

Sometimes there is nothing like a really wonderful trip and adventures to remind me how stressful and potentially overwhelming my day-to-day existence can be.

The End of The Wire

by Amelia G : March 9th, 2008

I did not have a television for many years. Then, when I had one, it was only used to play videotapes; I didn’t even know for sure whether it failed to get reception or I’d never tried to get any on there. In the process of getting myself the Hell out of Georgia, I hocked the aforementioned television and used the proceeds for moving expenses (paying off a truck tow driver not to tow away the moving truck cab with almost everything I was moving inside.) I did not miss my hocked television.

But then they invented TiVo, On Demand, UnBox, instant download, renting DVDs by mail, and high quality TV shows with long, complex, and well-written story arcs. My two biggest objections to television in the past were always that (1) I couldn’t see planning my schedule around when a television show was on and (2) I’m not exactly the average person, so I was pretty sure that no show aimed at the lowest common denominator was likely to appeal to me.

The Sopranos sucked me in on DVD and I watched the first few years in an absolute orgy of television consumption. Even though The Sopranos often dropped whatever storyline had made me push play on the next episode, the show was still a whole lot of cuts above what I thought of television as capable of being. Prior to The Sopranos, my mobster fetish had only been satisfied by movies and real life.

Since then, I’ve come to strongly prefer the format of the long cable drama over all other video media. It’s funny that I don’t even really know what the name for it ought to be, but it is definitely a new structure . . .

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I just had a really awesome day. I had a shoot with a new model and it was totally clusterfucked by the Oscars because her hotel happened to be directly behind where they are doing the Oscars, even though she had less than no interest in the celebration. She turned out to be uber-cool and super fun, so we ended up tripping around Hollywood and shooting in various places I’d scoped out. We finished with Pink’s hot dogs. So watch for some hot stuff coming up with Charlie.

So I just came back from Susie Bright’s birthday party. Sorta.

I got lost in the fucking dark of Silverlake and Echo Park and the rain. California streets are not lit well for rain because we don’t get that much of it and Los Angeles people can seriously not drive in the rain, so people kept cutting us off. I finally finally knew we were close, but we kept driving back and forth along Glendale Blvd looking for a mythical street called Earl. I finally called one of the two numbers for the hosts. They were people I don’t know because Susie doesn’t live in Los Angeles but was celebrating here.

The guy answers the phone and I tell him my name and location. I’m all chipper like I’m going to a party. The guy makes me repeat myself enough times that I assume I have the wrong number. “For the Susie thing,” I say. At which point he pissily (is that a word?) tells me that the Susie thing is over and was from 4pm to 7pm and they are in bed now. Is she five? Most people who write about sex and technology do not go to bed before midnight on a Saturday night when they are throwing a party. WTF? If someone is going to have a party at a totally bizarre time, it seems like it would make sense to answer all RSVP emails containing queries about the time. Maybe Susie gave him my email so he felt obliged to invite me, but he didn’t really want me to come. Maybe he didn’t like my story in Best American Erotica. Maybe I fucked his mom.

I was feeling a lot of social anxiety tonight too and I was proud of myself for getting out the door. And getting to go to a party for overcoming my fears.

My hair looks really fantastic tonight too. Tomorrow, maybe I will try to formulate my disappointment into a proper article. With a snapshot of my fabulous luxurious hair.

Viral Marketing Killed the Rock and Roll Star

by Amelia G : February 23rd, 2008

I handed Gene Simmons his laundry once. This was more than ten years ago, so my memory is a bit murky, but, as I recall, I may have both handed him his clean laundry and picked up his dirty laundry to run back to the stadium. It was one of my last gigs as a stagehand. I was a runner. A runner is someone who will work for stagehand wages but has a working and ideally presentable car. At the time, I had already mostly transitioned into doing contract design work, corporate presentations and that sort of thing which paid better. My car actually was not terribly presentable, but some of the staff for the KISS tour recalled a nicer-looking (but less reliable) car I had owned at the time of an earlier gig and they liked me. I took the job because they had specifically requested if “the girl with the kinky zines” was still available. Plus working at a rock stadium was generally pretty sociable and fun, especially at a job which, unlike many I’d done there, was unlikely to cause injury.

I was never a member of the KISS Army or anything and my parents felt the KISS logo was unacceptable Nazi regalia and boys who wanted me to like KISS (and them) had always played me “Beth”. I guess guys always think the chick will like the power ballad better than the rocker, but it always struck me as really ill-conceived to try to seduce a girl with a song about blowing off your girlfriend. (Talk about “Lick My Love Pump” being in the saddest key!) I did think KISS had some fairly listenable music, but I was not crazy familiar with them either.

So, when my runner …

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Doll-like Natalie Addams and her puppeteer Nemo posed for this image shot by yours truly and Forrest Black. The puppeteer bar Nemo had to hold up was actually really heavy. I like that the images turned out sexy but vaguely disturbing at the same time. Tons more free at BlueBlood.net

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Everyone congratulate Sun Karma for being on the cover of the very cool Prick magazine! Prick is available for free in a huge number of cool tattoo shops and nightclubs throughout the South and quite a bit of the East and West Coasts, and you can order single copies by mail, but they are now also trying out offering a free PDF version on the Prick site which you can download to read the extensive interview with the always well-spoken Sun Karma! –Amelia G

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Went to conference. Ate food chosen by others. Drank beer.

Went to doctor. Got minor surgery. Very very small site but hard to keep dry in bath.

My body decided, quite reasonably, it would like to punch me.

Spent past week sick. Feel well enough now to be annoyed I don’t feel better. So much work to catch up on.

Got supposedly waterproof bandage. Going to attempt hot bath.

Blargh.

Happy Spooky Valentines Day and Lupercalia

by Amelia G : February 11th, 2008

People tend to be most open-minded about trying new things when they are first being romanced. For example, most people are extra-likely to taste a new food or listen to a new band then they start dating someone new. By this scientific equation, I hope that readers perusing the erotic portraiture of BlueBlood.com will be feeling extra-receptive to new ideas.

One of the most important messages I would like people to internalize from Blue Blood is that having purple hair or a tattoo or a pervy wardrobe in no way makes a person a second class citizen. You are entitled to the rewards of the larger society. You are entitled to the same love as anyone, whether or not your sex is a bit kinkier than average.

The ancient Romans celebrated Lupercalia on the Ides of February by whipping hot girls with portions of sacrificed goat. (The Ides is the 15th day of a month, for those of you who have repressed your Julius Ceasar studies.) Historians can’t agree on the origins of Lupercalia or precisely which gods the festival honored. They are pretty solid on the format for the party though. If you wish to throw a Lupercalia event, you will need a variety of eligible maidens, two goats, and a dog. The idea is to sacrifice the animals and then hit the girls with pieces of them in order to ensure fertility, painless childbirth, and general sensuality. A match-making lottery is optional but considered to be part of the tradition. Sort of the bloody pagan version of a 70’s key party. Blue Blood is not really down with the animal sacrifice portion of the show because we love our dogs and goats far too much for that.

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Remember to Vote Today

by Amelia G : February 5th, 2008

I know Blue Blood members (and my journal pals) are from all over the world, so this won’t apply to everyone. But, if you are an American, it is your patriotic and civic responsibility to vote. Please don’t forget.

I normally do not bother to vote in primaries, but 2008 has brought primaries with candidates possessing drastically varying policies and outlooks. This year, it really makes a difference which candidates get votes in the primaries. More than 40% of the Democrat and Republican delegates will be assigned today. The following chart will let you know if your state is part of the so-called Super Tuesday round of primary votes. Many states also have referendums on the ballot today on issues which may impact you directly. With the odd exception of West Virginia, most polling places are open until 8pm in the time zone where they are located . . .

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Should Marge and Homer break up?

by Amelia G : January 28th, 2008

Has anyone besides me noticed that too many episodes of The Simpsons lately have the same theme: Marge is hot for some guy other than Homer but somehow ends up back with him.

One of the things which I felt always made The Simpsons really work was that Marge and Homer had a good relationship. Lots of sitcoms have had similar themes and jokes, but they were mean-spirited and short-lived. The Simpsons boasts more than 400 episodes, so they had to have something right to start off. The animated family at Evergreen Terrace was perhaps a bit of a menace to the neighborhood, but they loved each other. Marge kept Homer grounded and Homer gave Marge excitement. Homer might mess up extravagantly from time to time, but he’s still a good provider. How many men, in 2008, can support a stay-at-home wife and three kids and own their home and two cars?

Lately, Marge seems to be finding Homer more and more of an oaf. Tonight’s episode, rewrote the history of the Simpsons family in order to mock Kurt Cobain’s legacy. As part of the stupidity, Marge miraculously gets a retroactive college degree and a radically different set of values. And a crush on her womanizing womynist professor. She does this while Homer is working at his father’s Laser Tag establishment (which we’ve never heard of before) in order to pay for her college. For the moment I will leave aside the part where FOX’s send-up of the 90’s makes the VH1 I-Love-the series look positively academic in its depth and accuracy.

Just now, let’s look at how much Marge has stopped appreciating Homer over the last few years. In January, she had an affair while Homer paid for her …

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If you could live anywhere in the United States or Europe, where would you want to live and why? (Real places only.)

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