Gonna post an e-mail I just received do that you can see just how warm my readers can be:
Subject: HEY GREAT SITE! I ADMIRE YOU!
Not! You faggot! I hope you and someone in your family dies soon. You need to visit (website name removed -- no need to promote it). Never heard of it? Too bad. People headbutt themselves to sleep every night after reading it. You have heard of it? Good, hopefully you're the next article.
You remind me a lot of a joke I know... Question- What's the difference between a nigger and a bucket of shit? Answer- A bucket.
See you in hell you ass pirate.
Love, (insert generic name here) (you wish, homo).
P.S. - Stop intruding narcissim with your site's name (how I unfortunitely came across your pile of dog shit "site") you god-damn anal intruder.
How sad this guy's life must be for him to take time out of his pathetic life to send poorly written e-mails like this. Maybe he needs a little "anal intrusion" to loosen the stick that he has lodged up his racist, hate-mongering ass.
As promised, here are some pics from 2 events I recently spun -- One was the Marc Jacobs Annual Christmas Party which was a "Red and Gold Masquerade Ball". The second was for an entertainment company called IGN. You'll notice the boys in at the IGN party were Abercrobie/Guido while the girls were Jersey-Chic. Enjoy...
I hate when people say that they're "soooooooooooooooo busy" when in fact they're really just lazy.
That being said, I am soooooooooo busy these days. Literally. In fact so busy that I was hit by a car today and then just got up and walked away because I have so much to get done. A car hit me. HIT me. But I just had to get things done because I'm busy. (P.S. I'm okay -- just a bit sore and shaken. My phone didn't fare so well, and I'm limping a bit, but...)
Gotta run. Spinning the Marc Jacobs Christmas Party tonight for the third year in a row. Pics tomorrow.
Whoever put this Nativity scene together at Madame Tussaud's in London is genius. It boasts David Beckham and Posh as Mary and Joseph; Tony Blair, the Duke of Edinburgh and George Bush as the Three "Wisemen"; Samuel L. Jackson, Hugh Grant, and Graham Norton as the shephards; and Kylie Minogue as the angel.
Here are some more pix:
UPDATE: Towelroad beat me to the punch on this story...he posted it yesterday. I'll get you, Andy Towle. And your little dog, too.
I was VERY happy to see Green Day get the nominations they deserve for their album AMERICAN IDIOT. It was nominated for both album of the year and record of the year (American Idiot) as well as rock album of the year, rock song, rock performance by a group, and producer of the year (Rob Caballo). I was also happy to see The Scissor Sisters get nominated for best dance song (Comfortably Numb.) It was also no shock that the uber-annoying Usher was nominated for 8 Grammys, as was Alicia Keys. However Alicia above-and-beyond deserves the nods whereas Usher is just the flavor of the week; I still don't get what all the hype is about. Even if he came out of the closet (which may happen sooner than later...we have stories, kids) I still don't think his music is anything groundbreaking.
On a bittersweet note (no pun intended) I was both happy that Loretta Lynn received 6 nominations for VAN LEAR ROSE, but was saddened to see it left off the album of the year category. That album is my personal pick for album of the year. That lady rocks me like none other.
Now that Manhunt is o-vah and America's Next Top Model is coming to a close my new reality-obsession is Bravo's Project Runway. After watching it this past Wednesday night, I realized Bravo had a hit on their hands with a contest show that wasn't predictable: It pits people's creativity against each other and the audience never knows what's going to come out of the contestant's imagination.
In the first episode, the 12 designer contestants had to make an evening dress out of materials they found at a grocery store. Some chose obvious materials (garbage bags) some chose not-so obvious (corn husks, placemats, crawfish, and pantyhose were just a few.)
My fave design, which was also the winner of the first task, was Austin's corn husk dress. Trust me, it looked a lot better before it dried up. I also have a personal attachment to Austin but that's just because I've seen him around for years. He's not only one of the nicest people in NYC, but he's always been one of the most personally expressive people by way of his unique style I've seen here. All hopes are on him to win.
So a few months ago I wrote about watching an MTV show called "Made" that took a tall, big-boned white girl and tried to help her get onto the hip-hop dance squad named Cuda Flava in her high school. The girl unfortunately didn't make the cut (which was sad), but the squad asked her to dance with them at a pep rally at the end and that's when I started crying. At work. (shut up)
Apparently one of the girls from the squad googled "Cuda Flava" and came across my site and left me this:
"it's kinda odd how i googled cuda flava and i see my team in this site. yeh if u wanna know what happened exactly, ally didn't make the team because she was too lanky. she didn't stick her moves. because we are a booty shaking team, they needed to get low, but ally didn't. i told her at the sidelines for her to get lower, but she didn't listen to me. if she had more determination, say she started getting into shape before mtv came to our school, she probably wouldve made the team. -Terri"
I'm very happy that one of the squad took the time to give me that 411. Thank you very much, Miss T. That was very cool of you to do!