its a video 45 ladies and gentlemen!

yes, i remember these. they were available on either vhs or beta, and contained about three to four music videos from your favorite 80's artists. i remember when my stepfather brought home our first vcr, it 'came with' his choice of video 45's. fortunately, he was a man of good taste, and he brought home the david bowie video 45 which contained the unedited 'sexy' version of 'china girl,' (...you could see his butt!!! ) and the standard 'let's dance,' ... and maybe one more, i don't remember. pictured here is the video 45 from the underrated missing persons. i liked most of their stuff. man, it seems rather expensive to me, to go through all the trouble to produce that much plastic and celluliod and packaging, just to sell two music videos... videos which i am 100% SURE i could 'find-and-view' for 'total-free' on the magical monster that IS the youtube.

he's on the phone!

yeah, its hard to explain, but there's just something sexy about a hot lovely man on the phone...! its like, is he calling me? (mmm, i wish.) here we have a shot of the early-to-mid-90's hugh laurie, as bertie wooster in the bbc series 'jeeves and wooster.' i don't remember enough about the episode to remember why he was on the phone, or who he was talking to, but its still very sexy. don't ask me why. its like he just can't contain his passions in the midnight hour, and simply has to call someone to come over and fulfill his desires. i took the freeze-frame myself from the dvd, quite a while ago, and i'm still very pleased with the results. i did a little tricking, as usual, with the color and contrast. i cropped it, too... for optimum frame composition. (?) so dig it, the lovely lush hugh laurie, calling for some upper-crust 'flesh for fantasy' companionship. (click to enlarge)

night

hello lovers. this year seems to be getting off to a slow start here on the planet. i've been preoccupied with little domestic things. i feel very lucky to have my own little cozy domicile. i feel very lucky to have my friends and family and my groovy new cat-baby. (she's sleeping in my easy chair.) so, until i get the winds of inspiration blowing a swell in my sails, i'll leave the planet in the capable cozy hands of pete, mick, and davy 'the wave' jones. they're all ready to hit the bed, and so am i. i love you all. more soon, i hope.

...this here boogie

i know jean-lucien is kissing me in spirit tonight, even if he's fast asleep. and to kiss back, i'm posting one of his more recent, more juicy and delicious works of art. i can't remember if he said he was particularly satisfied with this one, but i love it. i can almost smell it. lets see, who are the stars in this here flag? from left to right, we have... an anonymous hippy chick at some late 60's rock festival, then, in tangy electric green, we have the undisputed master of black cloaked, clever-tongued, magick-clack mascara-snake charmer-sparking arts, captain beefheart himself. as the captain reportedly once said, '...one cold vibe won't stop this here boogie.' yes, words to live by... and i'm not being even mildly sarcastic. and last but certainly never-never least, we have that bulgarian diva cream puff herself, mademoiselle sylvie vartan, with her hair in full-out 'curl mode,' smoking something that is obviously '...not one of your standard brands,' (as the texan once said.) all of jean-lucien's skills are in supreme form here, managing to snare visual melody from the colors and forms and faces all at once, and flawlessly. sigh... happy new year, my one true love. i love you, very literally, the most. (click to enlarge, my darlings.)

my date for new year's eve

this should surprise noone. there's no question about it; my dream date for the midnight kiss is saint joe strummer. here's a younger picture of him, smoking what does not look like a 'store brand' cigarette, if you know what i mean. what an angelic profile. that nose is divine. and so fierce and talented. so joe, sweet darling, where ever you are tonight, please know my kiss to you will be passionate, reverent, wet, deep, slow, intense, and infinitely romantic. on 'earth,' however, i am lucky enough not to be alone in the physical plane... my wonderful new cat joanna strumbelina is here with me, perched atop my burgundy easy chair. she never had it so good. but back to joe... i've dreamed about kissing him, literally dreamed about it, several times. part of my brain would like to believe that his spirit is drifting down to earth to sneak kisses from sleeping girls. its like part of me knows what it would feel like to kiss him, just from hours and hours of studying his mouth. this is one schoolgirl crush i never saw coming. like, i've known who 'the lead singer of the clash' was for at least two-thirds of my life, and i never thought i would be dreaming about him. but i can't help it. he drives me totally absolutely crazy... crazy-from-beyond-the-grave. sleep well, joe. i love you. and happy new year. (click to enlarge)

cocoa butter finger

i'm soooo busy pearldiving right now. i had a deelish supper of pork fried rice... my fortune said something about a romantic interlude tonight... hey, all i know is i have a date with this wild machine. we're supposed to get about six inches of snow up here tommorrow. i don't have too much to post for you tonight, except for the wild sunlit, coconut-scented, pineapple-oiled shoulder of this lovely tortoiseshell-hairclipped beach beauty. she's enjoying her world; via eating some melty florid butter-crunchy flavored chocolate. you dive right in, beach-girl... enjoy life... the gorgeous grit of clean sand and the sweet smell of sea spray in your young, utterly carefree north carolina-tanned mind. (hey, forgive my grammar; its a rush job.)

high sexy society

first of all, let me beg you all to not 'flag' me, they're only 'human boobs,' and therefore, not only scrumptious, but totally and absolutely harmless. that being said, i don't think jean-luc and i ever owned an issue of 'high society.' ours was like, a 99.9% 'penthouse-and-playboy' household. so i have no idea how 'highbrow' 'high society' actually was. but hey, judging by the classy and somewhat unclad cutie on the cover, i sure wouldn't say no if someone wanted to sling one my way-for-the-reading. this chick is both snazzy-and-hot! and you know the odds were overwhelming that she was 'non-plastic' in the boobs-area. i hope this enlarges a little so you can more closely appreciate her sass and hot 'dangerous curves.' hey, miss half-naked chick, where ever you are today, i thank you... for 'takin' it off for my eyes only.' (mmm, yeah i'm sure i'm the 'only' one who's seen this... like, she probably teaches sunday school somewhere now, hoping this old issue never makes it into the hands of one her little christian classmates.)

glam firebird

yes, i know the christmas season is like, officially over... but we're never too old for some cool toys, are we? here's a catalog entry for a toy jean-lucien and i actually had. we all know barbie had her corvette, but the glamour gals had a car, too... a slightly smaller, slightly more 'rednecky' pontiac firebird. i remember every inch of this cool little car. it was well-made, and seated two 'gals' comfortably in the front. like an actual firebird, i don't think there was much room in the back at all. but i remember the trunk really opened. and i think it came with a couple pieces of molded plastic luggage that i don't think opened; i mean i don't think you could actually put anything in them. but yeah, the car was actually pretty cool. i know we got plenty of 'fun' hours out of it. whether it was a christmas present or not, i can't tell you. could've been a birthday, i don't know. (click to enlarge)

workstation

i've got to start a new picture file tonight, so i don't have a lot of time. been answering a lot of e-mails, too. so real fast, i thought i'd post a shot of my workstation in the cabin. i mean, why the hell not? here you can see my computer on the glass desk by the window. i've got that american flag flying high to show my wild patriotism. i've got a stuffed tiger-animal on top, chilling with a little stormtrooper guy. down near the left speaker i've got my jar of lip stuff and my squooshy 'stress brain,' along with a little disco light. and on the screen, we've got the glam and devious 'rope lads,' from alfred hitchcock's 'rope.' and, as a final sign that 'almadora sits here,' we've got the alphonse mucha calendar on the wall. hey, i've had worse work stations, believe me...!