good-bye milkyboots

my milkyboots died today at 4:31. i was there with her, holding her paw. she was 15 years old, but i'd only had her for about five months. i loved her like crazy. she loved me too. sleep well, milkity-boots...

and thank you.

the night's been stolen

yes, tonight's report has been stolen by dashing highwayman, adam ant. it was my report he wanted, and my report he shall have! yeah, i took this shot from the great 'stand and deliver' video. i added the little skull thing with a 'wingding' key or something like that which i stumbled onto whilst trying to do something else. and in the words of that guy from 'xanadu,' "...i liked it, so i used it." i'm still pretty exhausted, so i don't know if i'll post much more, but all you guys are in my thoughts.

she's tired

i am tired. tired of playing the game. ain't it a fwiggin' shame... ah, you know the rest. well, i wanted to post something tonight, just to mark my place. so here's a nice shot of greta garbo.

i love you all, and thank you all for loving me.

roxy comix

nothing tonight, lovers. i've been staying up too late, and its caught up with me. gotta sleep.

in the meantime, dig on this comic illustration of glam-era bryan ferry and the rest of the roxy music blokes.

john vs. john

umm, i know i'm gonna get hit for this, but i think i choose john malkovich. especially in that outfit. but seriously though, if john l. and john m. got into a no-holds-barred fight to the death, i might bet on mr. lennon in that instance. he seems to have enough stuffed and buried rage to slaughter at least malkovich and damn keanu. (who was also in 'liaisons,' in case you forgot.) anyway, i hope you dig this slice of 'john-on-john' notebook art. okay, this is probably gonna be the last one i write tonight, so all of you be good, and i'll see you back here soon. i love you all.

ride, julie, ride!

um, yeah i really don't feel like i need to say much about this one. i mean, i think the hilarity speaks for itself. i mean, who rides a motorcyle in an ugly bathing suit? and what's with the helmet? i mean, yeah, knowing if you wipe out on a motorcycle doing like, 75 miles an hour, you need to be concerned about head injuries. yeah, you can wisely not worry about massive, shredding injury to your 'bathing-suit-nude legs' that leaves them looking like a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. and the full face of make-up will ensure you look your best when they pull your torso out from the gears of a tractor-trailer truck. i have no idea if this idiotic pose was some kind of promotion for some movie... like, i don't remember her making any movie with a slew of 'biker gang' scenes. in bathing suits. hey, you all know i love julie, but i still dig being totally unclear about this one.

parsely, sage, rosemary ...and le bon

okay, i think i already mentioned this hasn't been the happiest day for me, and i could use a laugh, so figured maybe one or two of you out there that might also think this is as funny as i thought it was when i found it. i mean, it seems like such an obvious joke, but the visual image helps a lot. and you know i love paul simon's 'songwriting mind,' but if we're talking about the 'male hotness' category, simon le bon is definitley a 'face' upgrade. and i dig the fact that whoever posted it used a cute shot of syme... but i think everything below the neck, like the shoulders and sweater, i think that was 'all paul.' hey, her name is 'mrs. robinson,' and she 'dances on the sand.' whatever. and i think it also helps the humor factor that mr. le bon has this overly-serious, even menacing, 'ultra-cool' expression on his face. he's dead bloody serious about his folk-rock hits.

take me away

umm, okay, i think most of us out there remember those old ads for Calgon bath stuff. i remember my old grandmother in morganton, nc used to have a pink-themed box under the sink in her old house. i think i remember wanting to sneak some in MY bath, so that i'd be glamorous 'like in the commercial,' but i think, even back then, i suspected my mother or somebody would smell all the perfumey-ness and ask me about it. so i think i just washed my hands with some on the 'down low.' and even that small amount was like, strong enough to give me a headache. she also had some hand lotion in a decorative glass dispenser shaped like a partially-shucked ear of corn. (?) was it supposed to be like, 'country-homey' or was it somehow supposed to suggest it would make your hands 'silky,' like as in 'corn silk?' probably not... it was more likely just a tacky design concept. oh, and one more thing about washing my hands with the Calgon... maybe it was because of some kind of chemical reaction thing, but when i started to lather with it, the wet powder got really hot in my hand. weird. (oh, and by the way, that chick sitting in that champagne glass full of scented soap is probably gonna get a bitch of a urinary tract infection.)

blue psychology

blue is right. i feel pretty blue. i'm pretty sure my old cat 'milkyboots' is really, seriously thinking about cat heaven. so i've been trying to look after her and keep her as comfortable as i can. she's not doing so good. so, i might not be my witty, cheeky, highly-productive self for a while. but i can still post a groovy psychology book from the 70's. i didn't have to trick it much. umm, i don't have much else to say about it except that it seems like a pretty interesting book. and the Escher illustration is cool. but that almost goes without saying. (that is an Escher, isn't it?)

truman show

i think this picture is hilarious... i don't know why, i just do. i've you've visited 'planetcool' recently, you may have noticed i dig shots of celebrities caught 'unawares' at the legendary Studio 54. so, a few nights ago, i found this shot of the talented and eccentric novelist truman capote collapsed in some kind of bathrobe garment alongside an unlikely female starlet. does he have on like, bedroom shoes and a straw hat?? whatever you think you look good in, man. he looks like he doesn't want to be recognized if he can help it. good luck, i mean, you're truman capote. and what's with the sleek and sexy carrie fisher-resembler sitting there? was she hoping to turn on his 'straight' side or something? i have only two words for her: lost cause. seriously, he looks like he was shanghai'ed as he stepped out of his shower at home and just dumped there. and what do you suppose could be in that big white bag? party-enhancing chemicals? some brilliant manuscript brought there purely by accident and used to make confetti for when the white horse and rainbow-painted twinks prance out? who knows. still, i know i might be alone in this one, but i think the picture is a scream. (oh, and just to give truman some due credit; i've read 'in cold blood,' and i thought it was some very daring and spare poetic genius. a lethal, potent piece of storytelling. really effective stuff... but that doesn't mean this picture isn't hilarious.) click to enlarge.

art in red

here's a cool slice of notebook art i just dug up from my archives. jean-lucien sent it to me a long time ago. from left to right we have the red-tricked shot of georgina hale as alma mahler from ken russell's 'mahler,' then a slice of morrissey from the 'dagenham dave' video, then an unknown elongated female shadow. i love it. it has a dazzling stained glass effect. just gorgeous. and no, i don't think it 'means' anything... its just beautiful for art's sake. (click to enlarge)