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Ett glatt minne från Bad Taste-festen i år!
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The root word of infantry is infant.  This is a fact.  For those of you too lazy to look it up, I’ll provide you with an excerpt on the history of infantry.

“The word infantry was borrowed into other Romance languages from the Latin infantem, originally “a youth” who as an infante “foot soldier” served in groups composed of those who were too inexperienced or low in rank for cavalry.”

Now that we have cleared that up, I am going to occasionally explain the strategic breakdown of our opposition.  By doing this I am not only exposing our enemy, but I am making the public aware.  And by doing so, I also hope that this information can be used against them.  So with this installment I present to you:

The Down’s Syndrome Child

Down’s Syndrome Children are like the Supreme Storm Trooper of child military.  They never grow old.  Not only that but they are coupled with the strength of 5 drunken Scottish Men on a coke binge.  Downe’s Syndrome Children also  have been known to like to fuck like rabbits.  Let me break it down for you again for those of you not quite catching on.

Stronger than average + Never grows up + Likes to procreate = Super Soldier

It’s bad enough that they destroy vaginas.  But these bastards will also be in constant need for caring and attention till the end of time.  They are also highly protected.  It’s almost as though they are part of an elite plan.  Our intelligence has yet to figure out what it is they are being bred for.  However it seems as though they are doing an effective job of making lives miserable.

The care tacking of these super soldiers is overwhelming.  You may as well have given birth to a nuclear warhead with the amount of money that will be spent.  With a good percentage of that money coming out of tax payers pockets.  The assault on our wallets never end!

Do not be foolish and try to confront these powerhouses head on.  For it may be fatal.  Their strength is at a level that can only be described as “Retard Strength”.   And while they do age, their mentality does not quite do the same.  They stay child like forever.  This edge also works as a defense.  As with children, you feel that they are vulnerable and should be left alone.  However they want you to feel that way.  They want you prone for the attack.  And this is where this little soldier succeeds.  Whether he is 2 or 25, you’ll still feel the same.

Ask anyone who has worked with these inglorious bastards and they will tell you horror stories of their sex drive.  Whether it be playing with themselves or wanting to do the stanky leg with another of their kindred, they do not like to be interrupted and refuse to stop.  Condoms are passed around quite a bit in order to keep breeding at a low.  This was pushed by one of our freedom fighters in a position of power and we thank them.

Proceed With Caution

I laugh out loud unpredictably ..

I’m expecting the men in white coats to take me away any time ..

boah. männer sind so doof.

man kann doch nicht wirklich vorher fragen, wielange der film denn dauern soll.

ich fass es echt nich. ich bin megsauer.

aber auch traurig. man.

Det var Bad taste på skola i dag! Utrolig mange morsomme antrekk. Jeg kledde meg ikke ut, tenkte rett og slett ikke på det før jeg gikk på skola i dag. Seeee så fin Malin var i dag!

If you don’t know anything about me, and your mind only has the capacity to retain one key point about my personality, I suggest you fill such a void with the understanding that I absolutely adore Lady Gaga. G is my B, yo.

So it’s no surprise that I’m biting at the bit waiting for her new album The Fame Monster to release. From the three songs that have leaked/released early already (“Alejandro,” “Dance in the Dark,” and her current single “Bad Romance”), this is going to be one very fun album, and much “deeper” and “darker” than her first.

But in the meantime, I’ve been collecting every conceivable remix of her hits that I can find. Along the way, I’ve also found some very entertaining parodies and covers. Today, we’re going to be checking out one of her biggest hits, “Poker Face.”

Let’s start with South Park. I’ll be the first to admit that the show hasn’t been what it used to be for a long time now, but occasionally, I chime in to a new episode and discover something absolutely amazing. And a few episodes ago, Cartman decided to rock it out to “Poker Face” on Rock Band.

(If you dig deep enough in the bowels of YouTube, you can find the full song used for the montage at the end of the episode.)

Then we also had Seth MacFarlane (my not-so-secret celebrity crush) and Alex Borstein doing a Marlee Matlin-inspired rendition of “Poker Face” on an “Almost Live” comedy show that aired a week ago on Fox. (My favorite part is when Alex touches the piano mid-song.)

And who can forget Christopher Walken’s take? (This one is more of an acquired taste, really.)

And finally, although not funny, I was delightfully surprised to see Mr. Shaved Hotness, Chris Daughtry, doing an acoustic cover of the song! (If this is the first time you’ve heard an acoustic version of the song, you’ll quickly learn how beautiful this song is melodically.)

I do wonder though if anyone decided to tell Daughtry that “Poker Face” is about bisexuality (while I’m getting it on with you, baby, I’m really thinking about other girls, hence my poker face). So yeah… Changing the pronouns can’t save you, bud. (But it has given millions of gay men fodder for wet dreams.)

If this doesn’t satisfy your poker-face’n desires, go pop “poker face parody” into YouTube, and enjoy the slew of fan-made videos.

No wonder doctors love their patients.

"Spiritual Medium" Derek pretends to contact Michael Jackson

The live Michael Jackson seance aired last night (November 6th) on Sky 1 and spiritual medium/FRAUD Derek Acorah claimed all sorts of nonsense!

Via The Daily Mail

Acorah said the singer wished he had been laid to rest by his icon Marilyn Monroe.

He claimed Michael Jackson was speaking through him and said: ‘I wished to lie alongside her. I suppose it’s of no consequence.’

He then told fans around the table that Jackson felt it was ‘paramount’ to receive their love.

Later,  the medium, who has previously attempted to contact figures such as Guy Fawkes, said Jackson was spending time with his grandparents. Continue Reading….

I tuned in and switched the channel minutes later. 

I still cannot believe June Sapong agreed to be a part of this!

What a disgrace.

Right ladies, I won’t lie, the bad news is that Jimmy Carr has been opening his mouth near a microphone again. In this article in today’s Guardian he attempts a defense of one particular instance of his oh-so-dark, so-edgy-it’ll-cut-your-ears-like-a-hungover-barber, like-totally moronic ironic sense of humour. The joke which has rankled Middle Britain to its Daily Express-reading core (and believe me, such an offender would usually be awarded 5-star ally status) is about amputee soldiers making a good paralympics team, a punchline which apparently didn’t translate when some journalists rang the parents of the said soldiers and recited it down the phone. Funny, that. Carr’s defense essentially consists of ‘well I say plenty of other awful things and noone seems to mind’, and ‘I was trying to make people laugh’, the latter being a bit like the designer of the Titanic saying, ‘I was trying to build a ship.’

Carr does say plenty of other awful things, though. And now he’s been taken to task on offending the soldiers upholding his right to say them, the interviewer deigns to question him on another of his favourite jocular hot potatoes: rape. An example of his utter hilarity and rapier wit on this subject: ‘what’s the difference between football and rape? women don’t like football.’  Geddit? Geddit? Do you see what he did there? Yes that’s right – expose himself as a misogynist asshat! Not that the interviewer makes this intergalactic leap, though; he notes that because there are women in the queue for the after-show signing, no harm has been done. And Carr himself is even less troubled: ‘I do a lot of jokes about rape, but it’s not a discourse on rape. I do jokes for laughs.’  Call me a humourless hairy feminazi, but a joke that’s truly funny is one which could be recited by anyone with half a modicum of comic timing to an audience who want to laugh. Any joke where you have to hope a certain set of people aren’t in the room when it’s told is clearly based on somebody’s expense. Now ask yourself how many female comics would ever use that joke, either on stage, or even with friends. Now imagine Jimmy Carr doing that joke at a women’s refuge. Now imagine Jimmy Carr having a reverse-Midas problem whereby every microphone he ever touches melts into some sort of rancid liquid marshmallow and we’ll all be happy.

Our enemy has been oppressing us since the dawn of time. They will stoop so low as to grasp the very drawstrings of our libidos.

We, The Resistance, must be vigilent and take measures to not fall prey to the entrapments of unprotected sex. By doing so we leave ourselves open to a possible invasion. They are known to strike approximately 9 months from the day the dam busts. There are measures that we can take to fully prevent these mishaps. They may not always be pleasant. They may at times be uncomfortable. But we all have to take one for the team sometimes if we want to win.

Some team efforts are not 100% effective on preventing the 9 Month plan. Condoms, birth control and pulling out all have a margin of error and alone methods can be near fatal. However some methods in conjunction can be effective. Like using a condom and birth control. But even still that has a 1% chance of failure.

Undergoing sterilization is effective as well. But when taking that plan of attack, keep in mind that there are perils there as well. There are pitfalls with this. For the men of the resistance a botched surgery could lead to life as a eunich. Women still run the risk of having very botched pregnancies that can lead to more surgeries, death or retarded/malformed children. It is almost as though our enemies have agents in the medical field and that these operations were purposefully sabotaged.

Anal sex, while painful to the woman and often times messy, is 100% effective in the war against breeding. Our European Allies prefer this method over conventional intercourse. Women of the Western Front must take note of our European comrades achievements and take one for the team.

The only other alternative is oral sex. While some might find it to taste awful, find it degrading or even humiliating. I assure you these are lies propagated by our enemies to shut our movement down! Pregnancy cannot occur from the oral consumption of semen!

Please, the only way to win the war without totally depriving ourselves of our simple urges is to consider and practice the alternative forms of intercourse! Do your part and take one for the team!

Now, I ask you, what the heck is this all about?

False nails and drawn-on lips on a little girl??  Not to mention spray tan, make up and tooth veneers.  Frankly, I find it distasteful in the extreme.  I know I’m not the only one but obviously there is a huge market for this sort of thing and it must rake in billions of dollars of turnover for someone.  But why?  Why oh why would someone want to subject their little girl to this kind of treatment and  stereotyping at such a young age?  In my humble opinion all that polishing and glossing has the strange effect of making them look like middle-aged bible-belted housewives.  I think it verges on the obscene and find it leaves an unpleasant after-taste.  Does it make you feel uncomfortable?  Are you squirming a little in your seat?

It’s almost as bad as owners dressing their pets up for special events like Hallowe’en.  I find that sick too, but during my search I did find this one which made me titter somewhat:

Hmmm, dogs as bananas.  Yes, I can see that one catching on.

Still, at least those costumes can be removed and do not strip those unsuspecting canines of their dignity on a permanent basis, unlike ears that have been trimmed to make you look fiercer or claws that have been removed to stop you ruining the furniture or tails that have been amputated for – actually, why do they cut some dogs’ tails off and leave that awful waggy little stump that resembles an alien trapped under the skin?  Come on people, these are living things we are messing with, not stuffed animals or mere accessories to our throw-away lifestyle.

How can you do this to a cat and have any skin at all left on your arms:

It’s fine if you want to do disgusting stuff to yourself…

… and apparently Catman has since had permanent whiskers inserted alongside his lip and cheek implants, his filed and capped teeth, his surgically bifurcated lip, his tatooed skin, his trimmed ears, his slitted pupil contact lenses and teeth caps and dyed hair.  If that’s what rings your bell, fine.

But please, don’t do it to your children or your pets!   I refuse to get on the soap box and say why I think it’s so wrong but I will say that those child beauty pageants speak volumes to me of Mamma trying to satisfy an aching need within herself, rather than her little girl.

Tiden flyr når man har det gøy, er et kjent og kjært uttrykk. Men tiden kan også fly, selv om man ikke har det spesielt gøy. Eller man kan ha det litt gøy, eller kjempekjedelig, men allikevel vil tiden fly til slutt. Et annet godt tips for å få tiden til å fly er å bli dagvill. Ikke døgnvill, men dagvill. Jeg går rundt hele uka og lurer på hvilken dag det er. Fryktelig sært.

Uansett. Halloween er over for denne gang, og jeg har sittet på MLIA og ledd meg skakk av alle de fantastiske sitatene derfra angående Halloween.

Last night, I was handing out candy to children at my sister’s house. I had been seeing unique costumes all night, but was not expecting a little boy, dressed as a table with a plate of spilled spaghetti on his head. When I asked him why the plate was spilled, he looked at me with a blank expression and replied “Lady found out Tramp was cheating.” Best Trick-Or-Teater ever? I do believe. MLIA

Min egen Halloween derimot ble tilbrakt i sofaen med magen full av hjemmelaget lasagne, og tre store skåler med popcorn, sjokolade og smågodt. Og ikke minst kjæresten min. Vi så først Bad Taste av Peter Jackson. Det er virkelig ikke rart at folk var skeptiske da den mannen skulle regissere Ringenes Herre! Men litt underholdende, det var den. Vi avsluttet kvelden med å se Cashback, for å få noe koseligere å tenke på, og den er virkelig verdt å se. Sitatet i tittelen til innlegget er derfra.

Ellers har vi endelig fått oss en bokhylle! Bilde av den kommer senere. Nå begynner leiligheten endelig å føles ordentlig hjemmekoselig!

Det er viktig å huske på hverdagsmagien. Ellers blir livet fryktelig kjedelig.

Jeg tror ikke at personen bak dette kortet er alene om det!

What do JFK, Jesus, and Heath Ledger have in common? They all use DirecTV!

Black and white;  Hot and cold; Good and evil; Horror and comedy; surely these are antonyms, opposites, things that can never exist together? Then again, there’s always grey, lukewarm and Harvey Dent…

Rebecca Adlington

Via Sky News

Olympic swimming champion Rebecca Adlington has made a formal complaint accusing the BBC of not being tough enough on a comedian who made a joke about her.

In a letter to the BBC Trust, the double gold medallist said she felt Frankie Boyle had been let off with a “slap on the wrist” after he made a jibe about her appearance.

The gag was made on the BBC gameshow Mock The Week when Boyle said Miss Adlington

“resembled someone looking at themselves in the back of a spoon”.

The comment led to 75 complaints from the public. Continue Reading…

Frankie Boyle

I admit that when I read this story on the train this morning I burst out laughing. Frankie Boyle is one feisty man!

I feel for Rebecca though. She is a young woman and a remark like that is bound to knock her confidence.

Frankie should apologise but he won’t because that’s not his style.

Comme j’adore le mois d’Octobre, l’Halloween et les films d’horreur, j’ai décidé de faire le premier Horreur-o-thon des Bipolaires! En effet, j’écouterai un film de peur par jour jusqu’au 31, alors revenez lire mes critiques quotidiennes…si vous en avez le courage! MOUAHAHAHAAA!

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Avant Lord of the Rings, Peter Jackson faisait des films d’horreur sanglants et grotesques (Bad Taste, Meet the Feebles), mais je crois que Brain Dead AKA Dead Alive pour les USA les bats haut la main.  Ce film est le summum du gore et du divertissement, un film idéal pour les party d’Halloween.

Lionel est un jeune homme constamment opprimé par sa mère tyrannique et jalouse.  Par contre, lorsque Lionel tombe amoureux d’une belle Italienne, Maman n’est pas contente.  Lors d’un rendez-vous au zoo où Maman espionne Lionel, elle se fait mordre par un spécimen de rat-singe Sumérien, la faisant mourir puis revenir à la vie en zombie indestructible.  Aie-je mentionné que le virus peut se transmettre après une coupure ou morsure? Et aie-je mentionné que Lionel tente tant bien que mal de contrôler les zombies dans son sous-sol?  Aie-je dit que c’est un des films les plus sanglants que j’ai vu dans ma vie?!!

Mais attention! L’hémoglobine (et l’histoire en général) ne se prennent jamais au sérieux et vous vous esclafferez des morts de plus en plus extravagantes.  Têtes coupées passées au Blender, coup de poing à travers la bouche, des centaines de litres de sang et une finale impliquant une tondeuse…Tout pour vous en mettre plein la vue et haut le coeur.  Finalement, l’humour constant à la Evil Dead va parfaitement avec l’atmosphère cartoonesque (un prêtre qui s’improvise Ninaj par exemple) et vous en redemanderez…mais peut-être pas après un gros repas!

Note finale: 9/10

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Meilleure citation:

“Your mother ate my dog!”

“Not all of it!”

(Lionel tente de rassurer sa blonde avec peu de succès!)

Meilleure mort: Beaucoup trop de choix! Le dernier 40 minutes est une orgie de mort affreuses.

Y’as-tu des tits?!: Des gros seins de la créature/Maman/Boss de fin de Lionel.

Saviez-vous que…: Plus de 300 litres de faux sang ont été utilisé pour la finale du film, faisant de Brain Dead LE film le plus sanglant de l’histoire.

“OMG, ‘Tis a mighty fine fireplace!”

Yes, I still read the morning paper. I can’t live without my laptop and PDA but I have this theory that technology is a hassle –albeit a minor one- first thing in the morning. A newspaper’s words and pictures are easier to stomach at this time, kind of like corn flakes instead of beef stew. Few advertisers care about we holdouts, however, hence the shrinking size of papers and their audience.

Among those still using newspapers as a primary advertising vehicle are the good folks at the Amish Fireplace Company. Every day I see a full page advert in the Chicago Tribune hawking oak mantles supposedly made by “Amish craftsman working their fingers to the bone…to make sure everyone gets their delivery in time for Christmas.”

Without getting into the particulars, the advertiser offers a ‘buy this, get that’ scheme featuring a heating mechanism and prefab oaken mantle or “portable encased Amish fireplace.” Extremely long copy employs every selling trick in the book: an endorsement from Good Housekeeping, a made-up “calling zone” dividing the United States into three bogus temperature regions, a 48 hour deadline for ordering from the “hot line,” and so on… The flowery and sensational copy reads like a 30-minute infomercial.

But my favorite part of this corny newspaper ad is the visual, which depicts a bustling workshop filled with overall-wearing Amish craftsman busily building fireplaces. Helping the men folk are numerous plaintive females, replete with long dowdy dresses and puritanical head wraps. Oh yeah, and they’re in a barn! It’s like Santa’s Workshop, but instead of elves the workers are all characters from American Gothic.

In addition to the corniness of the photograph is how wonderfully fake it is. Given the Amish theme, it’s ironic how much retouching is going on. In a blatant use of Photoshop, every stage of the building process has been crammed into a visual narrative: sawing, hammering, staining, polishing, etc. Subsequently, way too many people are doing way too many things. No way the Amish or, for that mater, OSHA would allow such conditions.

Looking again at the photo reveals many fake and hilarious details. Despite the close quarters, none of the workers are interacting. Each Amish person is religiously going about his or her appointed task. The effect is creepy not inspiring. About half way through the assembly line, the fireplaces are suddenly on! A worker applies stain on one as its fake logs burn. Scattered blocks of wood and shavings complete the surreal tableau.

Finally, we have the fireplaces. Little more than glorified space heaters, these oaken monstrosities couldn’t be more ugly. Just the idea of a movable, pre-fab, fake fireplace is tacky, let alone the garish finished product. It all seems so un-Amish. A separate inset photo shows a horse drawn buggy carrying the hideous contraptions down a lovely country road. Crazy!

Is this an exploitation of the Amish? I wonder if and how they are getting paid for this? Before declaring them victims, bear in mind most of our country’s mobile homes are built, in part, by the Amish. My point? Despite famously strict values, the Amish are on the record for being tacky as they are industrious. And what if they’re responsible for the product, outright? Is Amish Fireplaces really an Amish fireplace company? Why not? Native Americans run casinos. The website, amishfireplaces.com is hosted by Heat Surge, LLC, which suggests otherwise.

Whatever. I don’t much care. Ultimately (and ironically), the real victim of this scam is sense and sensibility.

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Dear known or soon to be fashionista (or fashionist),

I was walking with a rl friend who sometimes meets me in sl for the simple pleasure to wear stilettos. In rl she’s indeed this kind of gorgeous creature, measuring 1,86m (six feets), wearing zero size, looking like a mix of Chanel Iman, Lara Stone and Tao Okamoto,  and always walking with flatshoes, pretending that with high heels she’d feel like a weird giant monster… Poor thing… You know, this kind of friend you always want to slap because you have never seen a monster -even a giant one- looking like a Vogue cover… Nevertheless if I was so tall I’d wear breathtaking heels and look at the world from above. Anyway…

We were gossiping at the Glamour expo just before it ends, yawning our pretty heads off, when she suddenly asserted : “You definitely can’t wear this without looking like a slut!”… We were in front of Mimikri, I firstly thought she was delirious, then thinking of all the Mimikri items of my inventory I realised I had always been thinking the same. But my point of view is more contrasted : Mimikri Kit’s creations compel me to confront my  personal fashion issues : I’m a fashionable borderline, and I’ve been developing a sadomasochistic relationship with some fashion designers (remember my post about Paper Couture)  and Mimikri Kit  is not an exception to this rule.

Since my first purchase in… I’ve forgotten (I have no age, time has no hold on me)… Since my first purchase, as I was saying, I’ve been a faithful customer of this label BUT I’ve never been able to determine the general style of the brand, the “basics”. The most detailed and realistic designs in sl fashion mix with some fabrics you wouldn’t find even in the cheapest bargain counter. Some outfits will give you a good taste lesson, when by wearing some others you’ll take the risk to be asked your price for a night (or less!). … Between the glamour chic and the vulgar shock, there’s just one step Mimikri can easily take forward and backward.

But let’s talk clothes with some releases of last months… My first question mark goes to the famous “On Stage” outfit… I can already see your eyes glittering, but don’t be too excited. This deals more with Britney Spears forgetting to wear her panties than with a great actress running for an award. The material – a beaded leather- is as often amazing, and remember me the great quality of other Mimikri’s jackets. But if you’re in the mood to look like a lap dancer in sl streets, it’s up to you. The zip in front of the hot pants which are nothing more than knickers, are almost a joke and a provocation against years of feminist struggles: Don’t spread your legs, just unzip your mini-pants!  Those of bad faith could always say the zipper is the symbol of a mouth with sharp teeth, and that these pants are more a trap for penis than a ready to fuck accessory… I’ll stay sceptical… Never forget women are no sex toys! The jacket could be a masterpiece with its theatrical collar and its plunging low neckline. But made heavy with all these pearls and golden-rococo flourishes, it eventually looks like some bad piece of Dior. Yes, “On Stage” could easily be worn by Beyonce Knowles, which is not the best parallel  because despite she was dressed by Galliano for her last show, remember he’s the one who invented the concept of  “Porno Chic” in fashion. And in “Porno Chic” there’s not only the word Chic…

I’ll be shorter about the “Mieze” collection. I mean a leopard-fur-short-jacket is a risky choice. Virtual furs don’t kill animals and are totally fashionable, that’s right.  In natural leopard ton or in grey (a grey leopard fur looks classy and less “new bourgeois”), this jacket is an achievement and its short shape adds a modern and young aspect to a material (the fur) which often looks too classic. But why are they released in pink, orange, purple, turquoise?! This is how an almost article of value becomes a loss in value. Yeah I know in Haute Couture you can easily find coloured furs in crazy tons but this is Haute Couture, when Mimikri claims itself “hot couture”… I’ll use my joker for the Mieze sweaters, dresses, and leggings, because I have not found the opportunity yet to dress myself as a fashionable homeless… And if you mix them with the Ilvi sweaters, you’re ready to go back to Middle Age…

So if you’re still reading, you must hate me, and ask yourself why do I still shop at Mimikri?… Well, the answer is simple : because when she does not mistake “sassy and sexy” for “bitchy”, or “original” for “carnival” Mimikri is an inevitable fashion address in SL.

Let’s face it, the Ilvi dress is a treat for the eyes and for our closet. Mixing the romantic shape of a baby dress made of flounces and broad nets with the raw and genuine aspect of leather is a true discovery for the modern princesses we are. This dress is perfect for those who wants to express both their girlie’s nostalgia and their rock and roll attitude.

The Glitz dress presents versatile aspects: its shift shape makes it classy and a bit strict but its length “au-dessus du genou” and its “bustier” are definitely sexy. The geometric designs of the fabric and the way these lines are coloured and combined gives a futuristic and abstract touch to the ensemble. Wearing this, I feel like a sexy android ready to cause earthquakes under my metallic stilettos.

The new Fritzi outfit looks like delightful candies: the embroidered corduroy skirt is soft and warm, and the blouse light and delicate: the ensemble seems so cute! But too cute to be true! The skirt is very short, and the blouse semi-transparent! A perfect outfit for those like me who don’t want to be too easily labelled. I love to mix its items with others more incongruous to reveal the Audrey Hepburn under cocaine or the housewife fallen in the darkside who both doze in a corner of my brain…

Yes, Mimikri definitely makes me cry: with anger from time to time, with joy the more often!

First outfit : the Pop-rock Princess

Hair: 16 in black by Barberyumyum

Skin: Vixen II-Majesty 1 in bean by Curio

Top: top 1 from the Dirty Snow outfit by Triangle

Dress: Ylvi dress in copper rose by Mimikri

Jacket: short jean jacket in black by Aoharu

Gloves: full fingers gloves in black by DoMoCo

Leggings: leggings from the White Blood outfit by Triangle

Shoes: girl’s biker boots in black by Redgrave

Earrings: skull rhinestone by Creamshop

Necklace: cock? swan? In gold by Creamshop

Bracelet: Claris pearl and diamond in gold by Muse

Bag: the Madeleine bag in noir by Paper Couture

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Second outfit: The Glam Amy Winehouse

Hair: Marion in greystone by Exile

Skin: Vixen II-Pure 3 in bean by Curio

Dress: Glitz red dress by Mimikri

Jacket: traditional moto jacket in red by Muism

Stockings: Puji’s kneehighs in black by Corduroy

Shoes: silver stud pump in grey by Stiletto Moody + anklets in red2 by Maitreya

Earrings: rose and thorns earrings by Shiny Things

Necklace: black pearl necklace by Paper Couture

Ring: black sapphire oversize by Redgrave

Nails: scandalous nails by Nevermore

Cigarette: shhhh… It’s very bad to smoke

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Third outfit: Domestic Kitty

Hair: 19 in black by Barberyumyum

Skin: Belle ebony healer by Vive Skin

Top: Fritzi blouse in beige by Mimikri

Jacket: Pepitka jacket in beige by SMS

Skirt: Fritzi skirt in pistachio by Mimikri

Pants: low rise pants from the Hunting Season outfit in charcoal by MG Fashion

Socks: Jane socks-flor bright in limeade by Miel

Shoes: high Oxford in olive by Tesla

Earrings: gold xoxo earrings by EMJ

Nails: light gold nails by Gracile

Bag: the Tasty bag in noir by Paper Couture

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BBC NEWS | Asia-Pacific | Thailand covers Hitler billboard.

I didn’t see this billboard, but I agree it is in very bad taste. For sure it got travelers’ attention but not in a good way. There are innumerable personalities they could have featured in their publicity campaign.

Sometimes I see people wearing t-shirts with swastika symbols on them. They have no idea of the terrible memories this can bring.

Of course the old saw that “any publicity is good publicity” applies. I would not be surprised if the waxworks got more visitors because of the furore. I am not going to add to it by naming them or their location here.

I wonder how much Thai people learn about World War 2 and the Holocaust in their schools.

This is my rough estimation of what your top Halloween costumes will look like this year…

1. Michael Jackson. I don’t think this will be a big surprise. We love death! Especially celebrity death, and what better way to celebrate a man who had faded into a rather ghoulish appearance/existence/notoriety than to dress up in his horrifying visage on All Hallow’s Eve. It’s a special kind of homage. For reference, see…

2. The Joker/Heath Ledger. This appeals to the above mentioned death fetishists, those fuckers who dress like clowns/painted demons every goddamn year, and Crow/Cure fans 3.0. As annoying as this gets once you’ve seen it forty times at the same party, it could be worse people. The same guy dressed up in a Joker costume could instead be dressed up in some kind of fishnet mesh shirt… thing.

3. Pirate. Ugh. Shiver my timbers, you morons. Go walk a plank. Seinfeld summed it up best years ago: But I don’t wanna be a pirate! This is not the costume of a self respecting man. The Dread Pirate Robert being the only exception, of course. And last but not least…

Anything “sexy,” or…

…”adult”-ish, or…

…involving cat ears or devil horns. Hey, I’m not judging. And I’m not really complaining either. It’s an interesting place to be. Intellectually, I respect a woman who wants to dress up like Amelia Earhart or Marie Curie or Lucrezia Borgia or whatever. But then again, if you want dress up like Wonder Woman or a sexy astrophysicist or a sexy brain surgeon, I’m okay with that too. In fact, more power to you.

But, me, personally, I’m going to go with the dark horse candidate this Halloween. This year it’s all about the infamous figure everyone will be dressing up as next year: Roman Polanski.

It’s either that, or something involving a cape. And I don’t know what the going rate on capes are these days, but I think this will be cheaper.

This costume really only requires a camera, some qualuudes, and an invite back to Jack Nicholson’s house. It’s the perfect thing for a very frugal season. And, on the plus side, it’s so very, very, very much in incredibly bad taste.

Please excuse my writing, this is the first time I have ever blogged in my life let alone written anything this long by choice!!! So you can imagine the crazed state I must have been in, for me to actually get on the computer and put all my excuses about writing aside in order to start a blog. I figured if I could not muster the courage to say something when I should have, then the least I could do was put my thoughts on paper so that someone somewhere can benefit from my thoughts from a different perspective.

I work in an office with a pretty open floor plan where apart from the setup of short cubicles you can basically stand and see or sit and hear everything within eyesight or earshot. In short, this makes for little privacy. So, for the length of time that I have sat at my new office space I have had to endure conversations from other departments that I can’t engage in and yet cannot ignore.

A couple of days ago for example, what started as a normal everyday conversation quickly escalated to a heated conversation about a former colleague who I later learned quit to go and work for another company the day before this incident occurred. Did I just say the day before? Yes I did. Her seat was hardly cold (excuse the metaphor) when the gossiping began. Seriously, this was someone who for all intents and purposes seemed like a very likable person to work with, that is, until I heard what was about to unfold. The conversation that soon ensued started with the usual office gossip about this girl’s poor work ethic. Once that was established the conversation quickly moved on to her character flaws. Then the conversation went on to discuss or better still to dissect her personal relationship with her mother and kids. As if that was not enough fodder for discussion, her relationship and character of her boyfriend who had just got out of jail was next in line. Once all this information had been unveiled by one of the girl’s best buddy, the conversation quickly became free for all. It seemed like someone had temporarily taken control of the strings in a puppet show or something. High pitched laughter amidst shared conversation about information that had been gathered in private were now being rehashed animatedly for the amusement and shock of people in the office. Conversations about various fraudulent activities the girl had been allegedly engaged in and her personal sexual experiences were also laid out for everyone to hear. People like me who had never known this personal side of this girl could only listen with shock and dismay. Others in my department pretended to be working but at some point were forced to stop pretending in order to clarify what they had just heard.

What is the point of going through this again you may ask. What did that poor girl do to deserve this? It turns out that the girl had scorned one of her best buddies at work right before she quit. I know there are always two sides to a story but such behavior especially in the office is just wrong.Maligning someones character and stripping them of their dignity and worse still at work is not right. Granted the girl had some issues, but we all do. Seriously, just turn the tables for a minute. How many times did your parents say “No” when you asked them for something you desperately wanted? We have all been there. In reality, there are actually times when you are faced with a matter of life and death issue when someone that’s close to you literally slams the door on your face when you need them the most. How should we handle such situations? Should we revert to our teenage ways of expressing our anger, frustration or hurt or should we learn to deal with our anger, difference of opinions or outlook of life blind with some rationality?

Gossiping about ones colleagues in such a disrespectful way is wrong and probably hurts the person engaging in this gossip more than it does the “object” of the gossip and it does not matter whether the “object” of the gossip may never be seen again.  Moreover, there is probably no one who would be comfortable relaying this incident to the girl as a result of feelings of guilt. People lose a part of their well being when they take part in something like this, because, by allowing themselves to go to this level with others, in the process, only reaffirm their own feelings of quilt, inadequacy and despair.

Let’s work towards letting things be. It’s ok for others to say “NO” to us or to choose to not be friends with us in the office or elsewhere. We won’t die! and even if we do, the person who makes this decision has to live with the consequence of their decisions and actions. Let’s learn to accept that people have faults and sometimes make poor decisions. Such people might even need help. The reality is however, that you or I might not be the person who can give that help. But that’s ok. Let’s first start with improving us. Let’s take time to be sensitive to others. Let’s not be quick to bring someone down, because that person is most probably already down and just acting out of hurt. Let’s focus first on perfecting our work first and along the way share a laugh or two with our colleagues, so that we can have more to say in praise of  each other and less time to say in criticism. In the process we might get really good at what we do and get promoted or better still, build our self esteem and with time move away from our destructive behaviors that have also come about as a consequence of our own hurt. We have heard it repeated over and over again. Life is short. Let’s have a ball and invite everyone. Those who do not want to join in the fun! Well that’s on them. Let them live this short life with their decisions they have to live with; at least we will  have done our part.