Marie McCray is one of the most attractive in the industry today. She has perfect natural perky breasts, long slender legs, flawless skin, red hot hair, piercing blue eyes and an ass that could start a war. Marie’s heartbreaking measurements are a 32b bust, 24 inch waist and slender 32 inch hips. Since only stands 5 foot two inches tall and weighs only 102 pounds.

Marie hails from Indianapolis, Indiana. Her favorite books are the Twilight book series. Her favorite food is chocolate. If someone wants to buy her a drink, her favorite is Cranberry and Vodka or Patrone and Pepsi. Marie likes to relax by going shopping and sleeping in. Her favorite sexual position is cowgirl and her most pleasurable orgasm has been while a cute girl was licking her pussy while using a toy.

Here are a couple of my favorite scenes… more coming soon!

http://rapidshare.com/files/313648328/daddything5.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/313652838/daddything5.part2.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/313657444/daddything5.part3.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/313664596/MarieMcCray_Schoolgirl.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/313671859/MarieMcCray_Schoolgirl.part2.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/313674595/MarieMcCray_Schoolgirl.part3.rar

Ashlyn Ray is a sweet-yet-sexy new teen pornstar from Arizona. Standing 5`3″ tall with a slim 34A-25-36 figure, this adorable redheaded schoolgirl is a virgo, and says she loves boys, shopping, the beach and traveling to new places. She starting appearing in videos in just the last year or so. She’s done a lot of work in that short time, but I think these seven scenes are her best… so far. Enjoy!

http://rapidshare.com/files/307514546/AmateurAllureAshlyn_Rae.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307520787/AmateurAllureAshlyn_Rae.part2.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307529132/AmateurAllureAshlyn_Rae.part3.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307531328/AmateurAllureAshlyn_Rae.part4.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/307564041/AshlynRae-BL-97.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307555179/AshlynRae-BL-97.part2.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/307563443/AshlynRae-DLDK8.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307564091/AshlynRae-DLDK8.part2.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307554948/AshlynRae-DLDK8.part3.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/307591025/AshlynRaeTPPOV4.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307595553/AshlynRaeTPPOV4.part2.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307597750/AshlynRaeTPPOV4.part3.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/307574160/AshlynRaeSDRIVE.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307580303/AshlynRaeSDRIVE.part2.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307585824/AshlynRaeSDRIVE.part3.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/307619046/AshlynRae-SGPOV7.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307624222/AshlynRae-SGPOV7.part2.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307625703/AshlynRae-SGPOV7.part3.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/307601875/miley01.part1.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307606296/miley01.part2.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307610529/miley01.part3.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/307613962/miley01.part4.rar

Last Friday, while I was recovering from my midnight movie sojourn, redheads around the country were being attacked as the result of a Facebook posting that declared November 20th “Kick a Ginger Day.”

Believed to be inspired by an episode of “South Park” on Comedy Central, the posting brought some serious hurt down upon students with red hair in Los Angeles and Vancouver who were kicked repeatedly as they walked down the halls.

I have never felt so left out of anything in my life.

I have red hair.  I’ve been a natural red head for almost 10 years now, and last Friday, I was out and about in the neighborhood in plain sight several times….but no attacks.  Not even a suspicious following by someone with a lead pipe or tree branch.

Do these “Ginger Day” celebrants discriminate against people who have to buy their hair color?  That seems hardly fair.  It’s still red.  Or are they such cowards they only pick on small children?  Scared of what will happen when an adult ginger opens a big can of whoop ass on you, huh?

Well, you should be.  Fake hair color or not, red heads are a force to be reckoned with, and should never be ignored.

Especially now that we have our own holiday.

Today is Wednesday, November 25, 2009.  It is the 329^th day of the year with 36 to go.

Today’s History

In 1963, the body of President John F. Kennedy was laid to rest at Arlington National Cemetery.
In 2002, President George W. Bush signed legislation creating the Department of Homeland Security.

Today’s News

Daddy Daycare
An Indianapolis man has been arrested after he left his son in a tractor trailer while he went into a strip club to have a drink.  The child is five years old.  The man left the boy in the cabin of the tractor trailer watching cartoons so he could go inside and have a couple.  When he left the strip joint, he was so drunk that he couldn’t find his truck so he thought someone had stolen it.  He called the police to report the truck and his child missing.  The police informed him that the truck was still in the parking lot where he had left it.  They charged him with child neglect for leaving the child unattended in a high crime area and public intoxication. 

What do you tell your kid when he grows up?  “Hope that didn’t traumatize you, kid, sitting in the parking lot of a strip club while daddy gets his rocks off.”  The report states that the mother came to pick up the child and the husband.  I’m wondering why he didn’t just take his kid home, or call his wife and tell her to come get the kid.  Actually, I’m wondering why she just didn’t leave the husband at the jail, get her kid and just go home.  I hope she doesn’t intend to stay married to someone that would leave her child in the parking lot of a strip club.

Wanderlust
A 13-year-old boy with Asperger’s Syndrome, who had been missing for 11 days, was found wandering the subway.  Asperger’s Syndrome is similar to autism.  The boy had been at school when he ran away because he thought he was in trouble.  When the mother called the police to report him missing, they blew her off stating that many teenage children run away from home.  She tried to explain about her son’s condition.  Children with Asperger’s have difficulty socializing and communicating; they generally won’t ask for help because they are too shy to approach someone they don’t know.  The kid had a few dollars in his pocket and survived by eating lollipops and bags of chips he bought from vending stands.  When authorities found him, he was still in the same clothes he’d been wearing the day he went missing.  The mother says the police didn’t even try to help her until the boy had been missing five days because they thought he was just another runaway.

That’s messed up.  What if something had happened to that boy?  Yeah, a lot of teenagers do run away but the mother told the police that he was retarded and they pretty much blew her off.  Retarded kids run away too but mostly because they are scared and don’t know what to do.  Luckily he wasn’t too retarded because he knew enough to buy himself something to eat and he stayed in the subway system so he wasn’t exposed to the cold.  I know I couldn’t survive 11 days on the streets. 

F– Me Up, Facebook
Authorities believe a posting on Facebook encouraged some bad ass schoolchildren to beat up a boy because he had red hair.  Police found a Facebook posting declaring Friday to be “Kick a Ginger Day,” in which people were supposed to go around and kick redheads.  The red-headed boy at a middle school in California was beat up in two separate occasions on Friday.  It is possible that the Facebook posting was derived from a South Park episode.  The boy was not seriously injured and no one has been arrested.

Kick a Ginger Day…yeah.  That’s all I’ma say about that.

F– My Life, Facebook
A Canadian woman is taking her employer to court after they revoked her benefits due to some pictures she posted on Facebook.  The woman had been on extended leave because she was diagnosed as clinically depressed.  She was relying on sick leave benefits to help pay her bills, but the company stopped paying the benefits when she started posting pictures of her at parties and on vacation.  They said if she was feeling good enough to go to a party then she was feeling well enough to go back to work.  The woman claims that her shrink told her to help battle depression she should treat herself and take herself out.  The photos included Chippendale dancers, a birthday party and a beach holiday. 

More than ever people are using our social networking sites to spy on us.  I’ve recently read a story where a woman was denied her degree after she posted a picture of herself drunk at a party.  The woman was getting her teaching degree.  The school contended that the woman wouldn’t be a good candidate to be a teacher since she was getting trashed.  I completely disagree with the fact that people are using our business against us, but until there’s some kind of legislation against it, we have to protect ourselves.  Although there’s ways around everything, make your social sites private.  I guess whoever “they” are thinks we should be sitting in our houses with the lights off in order to fit into this neat little square of morality “they” have created for us.  A party is a perfectly reasonable place to be drunk, but if there had been children present, than maybe this isn’t somebody you would want to have as a teacher.  There’s a difference.  This woman was depressed, so she should probably get out, get some fresh air, enjoy life to bring her spirits up.  Or maybe, according to the insurance company, she should have sat in the house and slit her wrists, proving that she really was depressed.  People are so stupid.

Fighting Fat
Peruvian police have arrested several members of a gang that have been going around killing people for their fat.  They were using the fat for cosmetics.  The gang confessed to killing at least five people for their fat.  Two were arrested with about $60,000 worth of liquid fat in bottles.  Even though fat has a cosmetic use, there isn’t a huge black market value for the stuff.  The gang would attack a victim, kill him, and then cut off his head, arms and legs.  The organs would then be removed so that they could drain the fat into tubes.  The police are continuing to investigate the disappearance of 60 other people who may have been victims of this fat-snatching gang.

Well, there’s certainly a new way to lose weight:  have a gang member kill you and suck the fat out of your body.  All the Hollywood stars will be jumping on this one.  In the old days, they used to steal your teeth, now they want your fat.

Daddy Daycare, Part 2
A Minnesota man admitted that he spoke only Klingon (a fake alien language from Star Trek) to his child for the first three years of his life.  He said he was interested in whether the boy would acquire it like any other human language.  He said he wanted to understand how children learn languages better.  The wife spoke to the child in English.  The boy is now in high school, but the father had long since stopped speaking to him in Klingon because it was obvious the kid didn’t like it and wouldn’t respond.  He said he didn’t want to make it into a problem.

Uhm.  It already is a problem.  If I was the wife I would have been like, “Either speak a real language or I’m divorcing you.”  What if he had messed up the child’s language learning abilities?  What if the kid never learned how to speak English (or any other language) properly?  What if he developed some other mental issue?  When the boy starts swinging from the rafters pretending he is a Klingon then what?  People just don’t think.

Today’s Thought

Self is the only prison that can bind the soul. ~Henry van Dyke

I hate to say “when I was their age” but I’m saying it. When I was 11, there was no Facebook, maybe a glimpse of a chat program (ICQ?), and no cyberbullying, but we were still mean kids.

Bullying is not something new but the nature of it is different. My sister is 11 and I thank the internet gods every day that she doesn’t have Facebook yet.

Yes social networking sites can be used by pre-teens correctly but it opens up way too many doors for passive-aggressive kinds of abuse that kids aren’t ready to handle at such a young age. Facebook hate groups, refusing to friend someone, vulnerability regarding who finds them on these sites–all concerns that I know I wouldn’t have coped with in middle school.

Just last week, a scandal at my sister’s school. Kids were suspended acting on “Kick a Ginger Day”. Details of the situation are undisclosed for the privacy of those involved.

In the Star today, students were suspended at a Burlington Elementary school for going through with the assault on fellow classmates.

What’s being done in elementary schools to monitor their student’s use of social networking sites?

Do parents have the responsibility to educate their children on the dangers of internet consumption?

The floor is open – Debate away

Bastards!

Oh dear, a 12 year old redhead boy who was attacked by  group of school kids may have been a victim of “Kick a Ginger Day”. Damn those Facebook groups and Southpark. Hmm, evidently the Facebook posting urged people to seek out redheads and kick them.

This is too much. Or not enough. Jury’s still out. From the Chicago Sun-Times:

CALABASAS, Calif. — Authorities say a 12-year-old boy assaulted by a group of middle school classmates in Southern California may have been targeted after an Internet posting urged students to beat up redheads.

Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Lt. Richard Erickson says the boy, who is redheaded, was kicked and hit in two incidents Friday at his school. As many as 14 students participated in the attacks.

Erickson says the attackers may have been motivated by a Facebook message announcing that Friday was “Kick a Ginger Day.” The posting may have been inspired by an episode of the television show “South Park.”

The boy was not seriously hurt. AP

America Online, the premiere company in the field of falling off the map, has apparently taken steps to once again have a paying customer.  In what I feel to be a baffling move, CEO Tim Armstrong released a press statement the night of Sunday, November 23, mentioning the new rebranding from AOL to Aol. and how the company is working hard to be relevant in some capacity, yet completely failed to mention all the CDs they used to snail mail to every person in America twice a month, or how they pretty much are why the company sucked in the first place.  I mean, who wants to get Version 6.00.8100 in the mail when Version 6.00.8055 isn’t capable of upgrading from the internet itself.  “This isn’t any good.  I don’t want it.” is what you and everyone else said.  Can the company do the impossible and not be a dusty relic on your ancient Gateway desktop?  No they can’t, but click on the sad goldfish, or here, to read more.  Oh, and take note of the other logos which are hysterical.  (story: The Business Insider)

Gabrielle Boni, actress and major hottie.

In other news, “Redhead beaten on ‘Kick a Ginger Day’”.  I don’t quite understand, because, as you can see to the right, being redheaded is hot and über desirable (the wonderful young lady is Gabrielle Boni, and she needs to call me because I have an acting job for her, for real).  The story, out of Los Angeles, California, involves a ginger kid who had the stuffing kicked out of him by groups of 7th and 8th graders for simply being of awesome heritage.  When investigated it was found to be an organized plot against potato chewing mofos like me (I’m only red in spirit) with word of the day being spread via Facebook.  Apparently the fake holiday was created by Comedy Central show and boat of undeserved praise and fandom, South Park.  Not surprisingly the type of people to watch the show are also the type to beat the shit out of innocent people because of a fake holiday, hence the fact they got the idea from the show.  Do you know what I think?  Of course not, but I’ll tell you- the last line in the article, found here, is “Police are now investigating whether assault charges can be laid.” and I feel as though they better hurry the hell up and throw cases at those kids, because what they did constitutes a racial “hate crime” (the stealing of food aside, every crime is a hate crime so the name is just really stupid) and that kid and his parents should sue until all things college related are funded.  I mean, I’ve never been to LA County or anything, but I seriously doubt that redheaded kids are roaming the streets causing havoc, mayhem, or any sort of disturbances that necessitate a mob of citizens and poor towns folk to neutralize.  I could be wrong though, because gingers do like to be mischievous.  Mainly when they’ve been drinking, though, so unless that kid was leaned on some Everclear, the cops better step up and uphold the law equally for everyone.  (story: MSN NZ)

The lovely and talented Claudia Jennings was Playboy’s Miss November 1969, and Playmate of the Year in 1970. Her birth name was Mary Eileen Chesterton. If it was me, I’d've changed my name too — but I would have just switched my first name to Chesty. Can you dig it? “Hi, I’m Chesty. Chesty Chesterton.” That is a name you can take straight to the mother effing bank!

Photographed by Pompeo Posar

Her father was a sales manager and her mother was a college professor. She was raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and later moved to Evanston, Illinois, where she graduated from high school in 1968. Later that year, she joined the Hull House theater company in Chicago and got a job as a receptionist at the offices of Playboy magazine (the wiki).

Claudia feels it’s necessary for her, at this point in her career, to move to one coast or the other, for the Windy City’s theatrical opportunities are limited. “Every actress has her particular skills and drawbacks,” says Claudia. “It’s a show-business axiom that if you really want to overcome your limitations, you go to New York, but if you’re satisfied with your skills, then you’re ready for Hollywood. The reasoning is that with a stage play, you get to work with the same material over a longer period of time than you do with a film, so you have more of a chance to improve.” (“Acting Playmate,” Playboy, November 1969.)

Five years later she was unemployed, single, and depressed; ten years later, she was dead. If you ask me, she chose the wrong coast. I think her sadly short life took a left turn at Albuquerque when she left Chicago and went to that shithole Los Angeles. In Hollywood, she appeared on an episode of The Brady Bunch in 1973 and lived with songwriter Bobby Hart (actual birth name Robert Luke Harshman; do you suppose they called each other by their real names when they were at home, or went with the show biz handles? oh, I fervently hope he called her Chesty…) from 1970-1975. He was the less handsome half of the almost-kinda-famous songwriting duo Boyce and Hart.

I assume the boyfriend got her the part on The Brady Bunch because the Monkees and the Brady Bunch appeared in each other’s shit a lot and Boyce and Hart wrote (and sometimes performed) most of the tunes for the Monkees — please tell me it is not news to you that the Monkees were a sham act developed to be a sort of made-for-tv-Beatles — including “Last Train to Clarksville” and the show’s theme (“Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees,” etc). They also penned such hits as “I’m Not Your Stepping Stone” and “Come a Little Bit Closer.” Hart broke up with her in ‘75 and, living alone in much smaller quarters than she had been accustomed to, she got super-depressed, turned to a party crowd, and started regularly doing heroin and coke.

On the career side, throughout the 70’s, Claudia appeared in films, mainly just drive-in horror movie flicks. The wiki claimed they called her Queen of the B’s but I’m a huge B-movie guy and I have never heard this. I mean, I recognized her, but I didn’t think of her particularly as the queen. And the wiki has it somewhat wrong: I wouldn’t really call them B movies, because I associate that with an earlier genre of film, a la Ed Wood.

The types of 1970’s movies that Claudia was in are more like cult classics, thinly veiled excuses for weirdo softcore porn. Think of it as early skinemax, or very lite spatterporn. Personal favorites are Unholy Rollers about the motherfucking all-girl ROLLER DERBY (sorry, I get excited, cause, you know … sk8 or die), Deathsport, which takes place in the year 3000, and Gator Bait, which I believe needs no explanation.

In ‘79, she auditioned to replace Kate Jackson on Charlie’s Angels but good old Aaron Spelling and company were not fans of her Playboy credit and gave the job to Shelley Hack instead. (Hack’s turn as Tiffany Welles almost sank the show and she was fired in 1980 anyways, so whatever.)

On October 3, 1979, almost a decade to the day after her Playboy pictorial hit the newsstands, Claudia was driving to the home of her on-again, off-again boyfriend Stan Herman in Malibu to pick up her shit cause they had broken up again when her Volkswagen Beetle was hit by a van and she was killed. She was thirty years old.

Blondes may, or may not, have more fun, but they definitely have more hair. Hair color helps determine how dense the hair on your head is, and blondes (only natural ones, of course), top the list. The average human head has 100,000 hair follicles, each of which is capable of producing 20 individual hairs during a person’s lifetime. Blondes average 146,000 follicles. People with black hair tend to have about 110,000 follicles, while those with brown hair are right on target with 100,000 follicles. Redheads have the least dense hair, averaging about 86,000 follicles.

Here, together in one VISIONS post, are links to all of the Magic of Women galleries:

Redheads – Brunettes – Blondes - Girls in Hats Boots – Wet & Sexy – Dancers - Black & White - Stockings - The Lady  in Red - The Little Black Dress – Gloves – Girls with Pearls - Girls & Guns

Forgot that I’m going to run out of time and need to squeeze in some quadruple plays for the playmates lest we miss a Miss November. This one is super-special, so enjoy!

When the lovely and talented Monica Tidwell was born, the second issue of Playboy was fresh on the newsstands. This means that when she posed for the magazine in 1973 at age 19, she was the very first playmate to be younger than the magazine itself.

Photographed by Dwight Hooker and Bill Frantz.

This is a great spread. The photographers captured something very vulnerable and real in Ms. Tidwell (for my money the most beautiful Miss November yet), a sensitivity and gentle eroticism that lacks in many of the other shoots we’ve seen this month.

This is further carried through by the ambient lighting, the natural styling of her hair, and the focus on handmade, organically fashioned articles and materials like wood frames and wool blankets.

The whole shoot just has this really airy, sunlit, authentic, natural feel to it. It’s special.

Though she was discovered in Chicago (seems like they really had an active scouting scene there, doesn’t it? maybe because that’s where Hef is from? I guess one of these days I should look up the actual history of the magazine, huh), Ms. Tidwell was born in Shreveport, Louisiana and grew up in Georgia.

Like almost every other Southerner I have met or heard of, she had literary leanings when questioned about her ambitions. I don’t know what it is about the South that makes every person from there drip with this deeply poetic appreciation of nature and a playful love of language, but it seems to be a Thing.

I have met and loved so many great friendohs from the South, and they all have a beautiful, expressive outlook on life. (Dik and the LBC, I am looking at you two poetic ginger geniuses in particular!)

“One of my great ambitions in life is to write a novel as good as [Wolfe's] Look Homeward, Angel. My second great ambition is to make a movie with Ken Russell and Oliver Reed.” (“Ubiquitous Miss,” Playboy, November 1973)

According to the wiki, that dream of making a movie with Ken Russell (visionary director of The Who’s Tommy) is half coming true.

Tidwell is currently the primary producer of the off-Broadway play Mind Game in New York City. Ken Russell will direct the play and Keith Carradine will star.

Hands down my favorite picture from this pictorial.

Good on her! An ethereal, Autumnal little beauty (I told you redheaded Miss Novembers are I’m pretty sure a Thing), she reminds me of Sissy Spacek or Bridget Fonda and Jodie Foster. All peaches and cream and spattery freckles with strawberry blonde hair, but then there is something rabbity and tough about them, like biting on tinfoil, something driven and hardscrabble, determined when it comes to their quiet goals. Sorry to project emotive qualities and wax poetic. I just love country girls.

Literally….

I promise there was only 1 Tbsp or so left.  I gave Boomer some too so I wouldn’t eat more than allowed.  I also put some cocoa powder in the bottom before pouring in the oats.  CAUTION Make sure the powder is mixed before inhaling.  I totally choked a bit.

I was down 2.6 lbs this morning and feeling much better.  I still have about 5 more that I want to lose before Thanksgiving.  REMEMBER this IS possible because most of my weight right now is water and sodium bloat.  This is NOT normally something that is reasonable.

Mike and I are loving V!  Are you?

I am so happy about the winner of ANTM!!  Actually I didn’t really have a favorite out of the two.  I won’t mention the winner since some of you may have not watched it yet.  I had been rooting for Nicole because she is a redhead BUT Laura is so stinkin cute and sweet.  This season was so much fun I think.  Short girls aren’t as mean and serious.

Who was your favorite shorty this season?

Fuck, I love this toasty weather and I don’t care who doesn’t. After all my years in the kitchens of the world my perseverance in sweaty locales is finally paying off. It would appear that we have been blessed with an early summer and I for one am not complaining. I reckon that in the last week we, the denizens of Melbourne, have had more sun and fun than the whole of Hibernia put together over the last 3 wet summers of theirs.

If the elevated ambient temperature isn’t enough to get you excited how about the long overdue return of thunderstorms. Now don’t get me wrong, we have had a few thunderstorms in the last 7 years or so but by and large they have all been dry events without even the slightest drop of electrically charged uisce beatha to give us a good soaking. It might have been just two weeks ago when we had stormy weather on both Friday and Saturday nights and what storms they were. In Australia wet and wild thunderstorms generally only last an hour two before they blow over and hit somebody elses back yard, not like back in the old country where they could go on for the best part of a week and linger around like an unwanted guest from Leitrim.

I happened to be out on both these nights and have the photos to prove it. On the Friday I caught up with some old friends at the Wesley Anne(Lesbianne) before schmoozing on down to Bar Nancy to see me old mucker Zen. It was while we were counting our blessings and the percentage contained within that the first of the weekends thunderstorms passed us by.

Beauty and the beast

This was the scene a few hours before Thor gave us what for.

Perhaps it is just something in my name, refer to previous blogs, but I can’t help but love the old thunder and lightning malarkey. It might also have something to do with the spark of life that they provide and that I have been known to do the same. Do not under any circumstances take that last conceited remark seriously!

The night progressed as they generally do in my neck of the woods; a long walk home, some supper and then a dose of Carl Sagan’s ‘Cosmos” before closing my eyes on another wonderful days existence.

I do however believe that the good Mr Zen, as seen sporting a marvellous face warmer here, would have considered such an early retirement cowardly in the extreme and most untoward for one as young as myself. Zen never sleeps without saying hello to Dawn first.

Zen holding court and looking for Thor.

The big storm occurred on the following night and yet again I was to be found in the general vicinity of Northcote.

I was out the back of The Northcote Social club with all the new metros in their freshly ironed shirts and spikey hair dos when the mother of all showers descended on us. It is a funny thing but over here in dry Australia we sometimes forget what rain sounds like. There are occasions when young ducks and animals get the shock of their lives when they get rained on for the first time in years. These events make the feel good news sections of the evening tabloid tv shows and everybody goes ‘aahhhhhhhhhh the stupid fuckin’ duck!’

Sadly though for us the thunderstorm was the only bit of excitement to be had in that neck of the woods until we happened to stroll into The Lomond Hotel on the way home for a night cap.

Several things became obvious as myself and Steve downed our first pots of pale ale; firstly that we were the youngest patrons of the bar by a good dozen years or so and secondly that there was to be entertainment of the four piece female fronted band variety.

Are we famous now?

Little did we know then just how many more pots of ale and shots of whiskey were gonna disappear  down our throats before our heads hit the pillows but a good half dozen would be a fair guess. The band turned out to be Lil’ Fi, which must have been a reference to her shoe size as there was nothing diminutive about her voice or on stage persona. Myself and Steve were quietly impressed with her commandeering voice which she used to sing songs from the greats; Billie, Ella and Dinah. I’m sure there was more but my memory is truly fuckin’ atrocious.

Next up on the social diary was Bev and Lloyd’s Melbourne cup day party. This is an annual event attended by a mixed bag of locals, fly ins and passers by.  There is  nothing scandalous or astounding about this even but I was in the right place at the right time and my camera was with me too. One cannot plan when a couple engages in a sweet kiss in Paris or  when a wrinkle on an old face tells the story of our generation and likewise one couldn’t have planned to get the following four formidable women to sit side by side and all be decked out in rouge.

Red riding hoods...

Next up is the lovely business of matrimony and in particular between a good friend of mine, and fellow blogger, and his beautiful new companion. I was going to use the partner word there but abstained because I truly hate that word in the relationship sense more than any other word I can think of.  ’Athlone’ as a word and a place comes a very close second.

"Hard day at the office dear?"

So it was to be that the Gallant Janne and the Joyous Josara were to be wed in Melbourne and I was honoured to be asked to be an official witness to their betrothal of everlasting love and happiness. The weather was perfect, the groom was dashing, the bride was beautiful in blue and everything went swimmingly well. After a brief ceremony at the registry office on Spring st., and what a lovely office it was too, we all repaired back to The Old Colonial Pub on Brunswick st. for refreshments and  comestibles.

I do! We did! It's Done!

Let me first admit that the last time I had the dubious pleasure of patronising this pub I got horribly trashed on grand final day and the previous time I happened to fall off a bar stool after just 2 sips of beer! On this occasion I noticed that the chef on duty was an old partner(correct use of the word) in crime and an absolute nutter. He did however put on a fantastic spread before he headed off to headline at The Espy in St Kilda and perform sordid sex acts on himself while fronting a band, and nobody has since come down with anything other than a hangover.

My very first girlfriend was a redhead. Maybe girlfriend is too strong a word. We were both about eight or nine. I think I liked her a lot more than she liked me.  I can still remember the afternoon, while we were playing in her suburban front yard, that she  changed right before my eyes from a little redheaded playmate into a …..gasp… Girl! Suddenly I could only stare at her and stutter. Sadly, fifty plus years later, I still act about the same around good looking women.

Both my wives have been redheads. My college sweetheart was one, too. The first girl that let me play serious baseball with her (made it to third but could never get home) had auburn tresses. The saintly schoolteacher who turned my life around when I was in third grade was… Are you catching the theme here?

Anyway, a good looking redheaded woman just lights me up.

Here’s a Flickr gallery of a dozen redheaded beauties.

Note: All the Magic of Women galleries are linked to in this post.

And, naturally, here’s one of my own..

Sooner or later when I actually begin to have regular readers, I’m sure some will ask,  ”What the heck does HazelMC1R mean?”

Well, the title has nothing to do with the content of my blog at all. Perhaps this was a poor marketing choice but for now I’m satisfied with it.  Basically, the title just describes a little bit about me.

Simply, “Hazel” is the color of my eyes. I also like the name Hazel as well. I think it would make a nice girl’s name.

 ”MC1R” is a bit more complicated. In short, MC1R is a gene that is associated with red hair. For all of you science folks out there, “MC1R” is the “receptor” for melanocortin, a horomone that contributes to the production of melanin, or pigment.  For all you non-science folks out there, a receptor is a protein that signals other proteins or horomones to do something – in this case to create or not create pigment. 

According to wikipedia, a 1977 study found that 80 percent of people with red hair had a genetic mutation of the MC1R gene. So essentially, MC1R wasn’t behaving properly and the result was the red pigment. Maybe this is where the rebellious redhead culture stems from?!

I am one of the people who have a genetic mutation of MC1R. Thus we have: Hazel MC1R.

I am interested in learning more on this topic and will report back later.  Do you wonder about how your own genes make up who you are? I came across a really cool website called: 23andMe https://www.23andme.com/  Check out the genetics 101 tab and watch the humorous and interesting videos. You might just learn a little bit about yourself!

Are you allowed to discriminate against people on the grounds of hair colour?

I don’t know, but legal or not, Wellington singer-songwriter Jesse Sheehan who won this year’s Smokefree Rockquest, got a group of gingers to make a video for his winning song Brothers and Sisters.

Those who get the variation in the MC1R gene in the genetic lottery often suffer from disparaging remarks about their hair colour.  But at least on this video, redheads rock and gingas groove.

What more could one ask for than more Kathy for the holidays. Tomorrow the divine Ms. Griffin will be premiering her 7th stand-up special ion Bravo. I’ll be there — will you?
Her latest special, currently titled Balls of Steel promises to be chock full of foul language, lots of opinions and … few facts.

The rambunctious redhead is making promises and I hope she’ll be able to deliver. Good luck Kathy.

NSFW November Inaugural Edition – Diane Hunter, the first Miss November, Playboy, 1954. And a redhead, no less.

The lovely and talented Diane Hunter’s official website states that she has the distinction of being the only living model to have appeared in the very first issue of Playboy, in December 1953. A popular pinup model, she was highly sought to pose for art, too, perhaps due in part to her strong resemblance to legendary burlesque star Tempest Storm, who was out of Hollywood at the time and hiding out in my husband’s hometown with her gangster boyfriend to avoid umpteen contracts for mob hits from Mickey Cohen down in L.A. It always comes back to dirty, filthy, Porno Portland, doesn’t it?

Anyway, having appeared in the debut issue of Playboy, with Marilyn Monroe as the centerfold of sorts (official centerfolds didn’t really start until ‘54), Diane came back to the magazine to pose as the centerfold for November 1954.

According to the wiki, the average payout for a centerfold appearance at this time was around $500. Personally, I think that’s pretty good money.

“Retired and single these days, Diane lives on Social Security, odd jobs and whatever money she earns off of her photos. She enjoys life and loves to hear from her fans.” — Official Site

Her real name is Gale Rita Morin, and yes, you can email her any ol' time to request autographed pictures or just shoot the breeze: GaleRMorin@aol.com. “All photos are 8″x10″ and sell for $20, each hand signed by Diane Hunter. Send a SASE or include $4 for postage” (thus spake the official site).

Here’s a couple of recent pictures to wind things down.

I think that is some impressive staying power and I hope you think the same. God bless the good lord and the old habit of corset training: the woman looks awfully damned good for 75 and seems to have kept a sunny outlook. Good on her. I’m feeling more cheerful about this month already.

Join me tomorrow for more NSFW November!

Today my fellow photographer, Knicki of Zi Images, and I partnered up to photograph a good friend of ours.  Athena is only 4 weeks away from delivering her second child.  Not only is Athena very pregnant, she is also very beautiful.  She was up for anything and let us play with our creativity.  Her images are absolutely gorgeous!!  Can’t wait to take pictures of that little baby when he/she is born!

To see the images that Knicki took visit her site at ziimages.com.

To entertain the kidlet while we were trying to make a silk purse out of the sow’s ear that was my biblically shitty day, life’s-work-wise, we were using the Xbox controller to go surfing the Netflix for child-appropriate viewing. What should we run across in the “recommended” section for littl’uns but one of the two brightest spots in this day?

2000’s Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker. Awwwwesommme! It has a slightly convoluted plot (what? in a cartoon based on comics? no way!) but it is totally worth watching. Mark Hamill, Angie Harmon, Melissa Joan Hart, and Rachel Leigh Cook voice characters in this movie, if any of those names entice you.

Geo: Uh-oh, [Harley Quinn] is in trouble now.
Me: Yeah, you better look out for that crazy redhead. Batgirl will kick you in the face. She don’t wear those boots for standin’ around.
Geo: Batgirl’s boots were made for kickin’. And that’s just what they’ll do.
Me: One of these days, Batgirl’s boots are gonna kick the shit out of you.

Thus making it a reference with nods to both Batgirl and sexy Nancy Sinatra. Thank you so much, I know, right? I’m three times a lady.

In other batnews, what has two thumbs and bought a set of Batman hat and fingerless gloves for the winter today? This flyass mothafucka right here, that is who! Me! I am the one! And are they siiiiiiick? Hell, yes, they are! I’m trying to get amped. I try to keep it upbeat. Arg, I’m going to go have a drink now.

Maybe I’ll get some pictures of those gloves tomorrow, if the boils I expect to break out all over my body at any moment are not too painful.