It is that rare time of year in Los Angeles where I actually get to wear my fuzzy tiger paw slippers. For my friends in colder climes, here is just what the doctor ordered: A naughty fetish nurse in the form of Nina Sin photographed by yours truly and Forrest Black for Blue Blood.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter for the Tweets of Amelia G from Blue Blood
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter for the Tweets of Amelia G from Blue Blood
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter for the Tweets of Amelia G from Blue Blood
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter for the Tweets of Amelia G from Blue Blood
This is the TEST shipment you asked for
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter for the Tweets of Amelia G from Blue Blood
I hear Los Angeles has more helicopters than any other American city. I certainly hear the helicopters in Hollywood pretty often. Yet nobody has ever said anything to me about having naked militia on my roof. So Forrest Black and I have shot more than a few of these like this one with Scar 13 for Blue Blood.
Yesterday, we completed a big awesome relaunch of Blue Blood’s SpookyCash affiliate program.
Sometimes achieving big milestones on internet projects leaves me feeling discontent, restless, or sad. It’s like I feel like confetti should be falling from the ceiling, but then it isn’t.
It’s like I have this momentary spike of doing the happy happy dance and then I’m like why aren’t more people dancing with me or something. Partly, I think this horrible economy is getting me down. The big picture news is all mostly maddening. So many big companies seem to be reaching into the little guy’s pockets. The celeb news is all mostly depressing. People keep hitting me up to ask me to do things for less than it costs me to do them. Which probably means I should lower what I pay other people during this recession, but I just don’t feel comfortable with that. I’ve found some people actually want to raise their rates right now because they are working so rarely, so they want to make it count when they get something finally. Which I kinda understand I guess. Heck, some people keep just hitting me up to buy them stuff, like I’m supposed to be some kind of sugar daddy . . . and not people I’m fucking. I realize that now there will be multiple people, including folks I was not thinking of at all while writing this, who will be pissed off if I post this and think I mean them. But I’m tired of always pussyfooting around other people’s feelings, without getting the same consideration.
And, of course, the problem is most everybody at the moment is feeling put upon. Even if everything is hunky-dorey in their fiscal and personal life, the aura of meltdown in the air is distressing, even if it is big picture financial meltdown and other people’s local personal meltdowns.
So, anyway, I’m honestly really happy about the SpookyCash project milestone, but I just wish I could get my celebratory on a bit better today. I’m happy to have been able to work with Ed’s artwork. I’m happy to have been able to work with all the great content from all the fabulous Blue Blood, Gothic Sluts, Barely Evil, Rubber Dollies, EroticBPM, etc. photographers. Plus the images Forrest Black and I have shot of all the cool models for the sites. I’m grateful for the contributions from W, C, E, S, and N. And I am incredibly fortunate to have had Forrest Black overseeing the technical and design teams on this project.
I do believe that, in many ways, we make our own luck. But I also do feel lucky.
If you are a professional webmaster, this next bit will be of interest: You can now promote SpookyCash via either CCBill or Epoch. We upgraded a bunch of the sales tools There are now thumbnail previews for the hosted galleries. Picture of the day sizes are now fully customizable to flawlessly fit the design of your site. SpookyCash first brought RSS and hosted blog tech to the adult space in 2005 and that feed is updated all the time. There are also customizable RSS feeds for all hosted gallery releases now as well. Plus a nifty banner selector with auto-rotating banners available where you just select a site and size. And don’t forget how easy it is to get paid with just one link to SpookyCash’s fully hosted no-leaks complete TGP where you get credit for everything. SpookyCash will be adding some new sites soon too.
I guess that last bit is all I meant to post, but then I got all emotional on it. So it goes.
Everyone who knows me knows I have a bit of a gangster fetish and loooooooooove pinstripes. So I was very excited when Yolanda was able to put together enough pinstriped latex for me and ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
forrestblack to shoot both her and Szandora in shiny pinstripes. This is Yolanda’s 30th appearance in the Blue Blood VIP and Szandora’s 77th.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter for the Tweets of Amelia G from Blue Blood
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter for the Tweets of Amelia G from Blue Blood
by Amelia G : December 24th, 2009
Time Magazine says, “Call it the Decade from Hell, or the Reckoning, or the Decade of Broken Dreams, or the Lost Decade. Call it whatever you want — just give thanks that it is nearly over.” Time Magazine’s Andy Serwer article, The ’00s: Goodbye (at Last) to the Decade from Hell seems like it should be a New Year’s piece, but sometimes it is hard to wait. Heck, I’d intended to post this on December 31 and here I am posting it early too.
The last decade was certainly one filled with digital snake oil and the rise of wikiality over reality, tonal arguments over logical debate, and the erosion of freedom and privacy in the developed world. Many hipsters love to observe on how zombies are awesome monsters because they are weaker than their prey but make up for their shambling loserdom with numbers. So the past decade also saw the rise of people jumping up and down shouting individualist buzzwords while conforming as fast as humanly possible. And I’m not too thrilled by the economic and work ethic evolution in my circle of acquaintance, where so many people I know have gone from talking about their creative endeavors to bragging about how they are leeching money out of the “system”. But those are my complaints.
Time Magazine has their own top ten reasons . . .
( Read more )
by Amelia G : December 24th, 2009
Some people like to get inspired for the day watching televangelists at 6am, while they get ready for work. Me, I’d like to have a channel of all shows like Mary Queen of Shops on BBC America.
Mary Queen of Shops comes from the same team which produces Gordon Ramsay’s F Word and Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares, both shows about how to improve commercial kitchen work. My problem with the Gordon Ramsay shows is that I can’t watch most food television without getting insanely hungry and desperately craving whatever is being prepared. Basically, I have way too low a threshold for food porn. Mary Queen of Shops has a similar format with none of the insatiable craving for sauteed scallops in some special parsley butter sauce following viewing.
Mary Portas is a branding and retail consultant for fashion enterprises. Each episode of this show, she takes a small floundering independent boutique and helps it improve the way it does business. She is a strong advocate of fabulous service and careful market segment focus. It doesn’t even matter if one always agrees with everything she says because part of the show’s appeal is that it puts one in a business frame of mind. It makes you think about what you would do in whatever situation is being presented. Mary Portas comes across as high energy and even playful, while simultaneously being aggressive and can-do. She seems like she would be both a lot of fun and a formidable adversary.
Fascinated by her powerhouse on-screen presence and my own wish for more shows with this sort of business theme, I started casually researching her background. The best bit I found was that she got a gig as Creative Director at Harvey Nichols, after being in charge of window dressing at both Harrods and Topshop previously. At Harvey Nichols, she not only brought in cool designers like Vivienne Westwood, but she arranged for extensive product placement and name shoutouts on the TV show Absolutely Fabulous . . .
( Read more )
by Amelia G : December 23rd, 2009
I’ve been in a bit of a morbid headspace due to recent events. So, when Twitter lit up with Brittany Murphy RIP tweets, I’m not proud of it, but I popped over to TMZ to see what happened. I made the correct assumption that TMZ would have the most up-to-the-minute info on anything really depressing and dismal involving bad things happening to a celebrity.
TMZ in fact was updating every few minutes with stuff like UPDATE 4:07 PM ET — A rep for Murphy tells TMZ, “In this time of sadness, the family thanks you for your love and support. It is their wish that you respect their privacy.” They followed this up with paparazzi photos of Brittany Murphy’s grieving husband coming back home from the hospital, after his wife had been pronounced dead. Here is where it gets kind of hilarious. If you have a very very very dark sense of humor.
The stated cause of death for Brittany Murphy was cardiac arrest. Because she was a talented actress, it was common assumption, after her star turn in the meth addict movie Spun, that she was a big ol’ druggee. See Robert Downey Jr.’s performance in Less Than Zero for the classic example of this phenomenon. I think that, if I managed actors, I would tell only untalented ones to ever . . .
( Read more )
This is an image from the 17th set forrestblack and I shot of Jax to post to the Blue Blood VIP. I know it always used to disappoint me when I’d buy like a tattoo or gothic magazine because I thought the person on the cover looked cool and then there were no pics or only maybe one picture of them inside. I think my favorite thing about creating for the web is the sheer quantity of content which can be shared.
