he's a sissy...!

yeah, i know my baby sister sarah is older, and has probably

'moved on' from the monkees, even though i totally haven't. but its her birthday and i must acknowledge the fact that, if it hadn't been for her, and her spot-on quick crush on the pre-fab lads during their mid-80s re-run on MTV, i might have seriously missed out on some of the best music in the latter half of the 20th century. yes, that may sound lofty, but i stand behind 90% of the monkees music 100 percent.... and as far as their solo efforts go, mike nesmith went on to make some of the most beautiful, brave and relevant records i have ever heard. and ultimately, if it hadn't been for my darling sentimental sister sarah, i might never have heard ANY of it. so here's to you, sarah. your tastes in art are keen and most often, correct. thank you for shedding light on an orchard of such quality. here's a screen shot i took recently of peter and his newly-found motorcycle mate, from the second season 'wild monkees' episode. "....does that mean we can go out together tonight?" "...no." "...why not?" "...let's face it man, you're a sissy..." (hey, sarah... dig the video i have for you below.)

happy birthday sarah... truly

i just want you to know 'how true it is' that i love you very much. i always love it when my phone rings and its you on the other end of the line. i love and miss your voice... i admire your zest for life, your compassion, your diligence, your strength, your innocence, and your beauty. you are my darling baby sister. there is nobody else on the planet quite like you. how true that is. (hey, call me!)

happy birthday gary

hey, it seems like i'm doing a lot of celebrity birthdays lately... but after checking my sources, i couldn't let this one go by... anyone who's been paying attention to 'the planet' lately knows i have a recent serious crush on mr. gary oldman. although i think he looks much hotter 'with age,' i couldn't resist snagging this picture when i ran into to it tonight. i have no idea what year this was taken, but it seems to be a younger gary, all done up somewhat like a hot british 'teddy boy.' yeah, he's got the slightly combed-up hair, the dissheveled late 60's suit, and the cool smokin' cig hangin' on. yes, he looks great. cool as always. i don't know if this 'look' was for a movie he was doing, or what. but he looks delicious, doesn't he ladies? the omnipotent computer 'movie source' tells me that he was born on march 21st, 50 years ago. one of his first on-screen performances was a blink-and-miss-it cameo in the 1990 steamy 'nc17' flick, 'henry and june,' starring his then-wife uma thurman. (as june.) he was apparently credited as 'maurice escargot.' cute, gary. (click to enlarge)

date bites : 2

DARLA: "okay, so the guy showed up at the door. his name was wolfson. and like i said, he was cute enough. we were just going to 'hang out' at a bar about 40 minutes away, to hear his roommate play 'experimental guitar.' so we get in the car, and as soon as the door closes, he says, '...comfortable, milady?' and i'm not sure why, but that phrase instantly made him a little less cute to me. he kind of looked like john stamos, by the way... but with more weight on him. so i was like, 'yes, sure,' and he said, '...i must insist you buckle up. safety first...' then he added cryptically, '...the safety dance?' and he waggled his eyebrows like he meant something by it. it was the first time in the date i seriously considered 'ditching,' but by then we were traveling 45 mph down the street. so we drive, in total silence, when he draws my attention to a little bag on the floorboards that looked like it was made out that spin doctors' guy's shirt. he said, '...why don't you pick out one of my mix tapes? i craft them specially for occasions like this. anything you play will be fine with me...' then he adds, again with some innuendo behind it, '...its allll good...!' so i rummage around in the swag-bag for a sec, he tells me to turn on the overheard light so i can see the labels. the first one i pull out says, 'summer: tull, pink floyd, miles davis.' before i can even open my mouth, he says, '...don't play that one. it reminds me of ...allison.' so i put it back, and pull out the next one; it just says 'nite mix.' he's like, '...that one doesn't play anymore.' so my hand goes back into the bag. i realize it smells like wood chips. (the bag) the next one i pull out says, 'allison's love mix.' i put it back before he could see which one it was. the next one had the tape-celluloid like, tangled and hanging out of it, which sucked, because the label said: 'vintage U2 and duran.' on the next label, i see the phrase 'j giles band,' ummm, i don't think so. so like, almost ten minutes have gone by, all we can hear is the engine and the road, and he says, '...hey, i guess this is what they call an awkward silence.' so i shoot back, saying, '...why don't you pick something then?' he shakes his head, puts his hand on my knee very breifly, and says in a fake-sounding soft voice, '...i trust you.' soooo, my hand goes back in the bag. before i can even pull out the next tape, he says with a very noticeable trace of attitude, '...do you think you could hurry it up? i can't see a damn thing with this overhead light on.' i was stunned... he totally said it like it had been my idea to put the light on in the first place. so i throw in the very next tape without looking at it. the first thing i hear is, coming in mid-song, is rick springfield's 'human touch.' and this idiot barks out, '....leave it!!' like i was gonna take it out after all that. i already wanted to go home. oh, we did eventually get to the club. his friend was so completely shitfaced drunk that half-way through his pitiful guitar thing, he fell asleep on the stool whilst doing a long extended 'fade out' to guns and roses 'patience.' someone had to go up onstage to nudge him awake, and the very first thing out of this guy's mouth was, '...i'm not holding!!' then he looked around, remembered where he was, and went into a terrible acoustic rendition of 'iron man.' it was endless. like, he was too drunk to know when to 'jump off ' of the riff, you know? i got home sometime around midnight. wolfson insisted on walking 'milady' to the door. so, we're at the door, and i know he's angling for a kiss because he's standing super-unnaturally close to me, and keeps humming, '...hmmm,' in between asking me things he should've asked hours ago... things like, '...so, how were you in high school? like, popular? not popular? hmmm?' and like, '...can you cook? i have this.... ziti dish i like to make.' and i was all like, 'why is he asking me all this crap now? the date's over! i wanna go in, take off my uncomfortable shoes and 'kill' the rest of that pistachio gelato i know i still have in the freezer!' but he keeps leaning in and saying things like, '...how old were you when you left home? i can just picture you... a girl on her own, finding herself, trying new things...' and i'm like, 'what in the hell is he talking about?' so i answer him with the shortest, most fact-based answers, like i have a contest with someone on how few words i can use and still get the question answered. and he keeps getting closer and closer, and man, i have to confess, i finally gave up and let him kiss me so he'd shut the eff up and let me go inside. he kissed me, right away putting his tongue in. and at that point, i didn't even care... i was like, 'tongue, no tongue,' whatever. so the tame, spitty kiss lasts about 40 seconds, maybe a little less. then we part, he wipes his lower lip and says, '...mmm, ten out of ten...' and i didn't ask. i think i said something like, '...no problem,' which i don't know if it was rude or not. he walked backwards off the porch to his car, apparently trying to maintain eye contact. but of course, ultimately he had to turn around and look down to unlock and get back into the car. as soon as i was inside, and the door was closed, i look down and see my cat, and say, '...god, mr. whiskers... i should've gone out with you.' oh, and for what its worth, after i've been in the house for like, eleven minutes, like, long enough to take off my shoes and have a pee, i look out, and see his car's still sitting out there... and the interior light is on, and i can see he's doing something that looks like he's cleaning junk out of his center console. he stayed out there almost twenty minutes, just idling and doing car maintenance. i hid in the kitchen, looking out. and i'll be damned if he didn't like, carry out a bunch of stuff... like, junk and 'take-out' trash, and even a clear plastic dry cleaning bag... he's got like, an armful of trash, and puts it in my personal garbage which was not even out to the curb yet. like, he walked up next to the house and put it in there! i'm pretty sure that might be illegal or something. he finally drove off. as far as i'm concerned, 'allison' can have him."

happy birthday bruce

yes, jean-luc and i were talking just the other day, talking about how we've always really liked bruce willis. and not just in the 1st and 3rd 'die hards.' john mcclaine is great and all, (or is mcclane?) anyway, john mcclaine is great, but i also really dug him in 'the fifth element.' like, i was watching that one the other day, and it just hit me how essential bruce is to that movie, and his character corbin dallas. like, imagine how much that movie would suck if it was nicholas (gag!) cage. like, who'd care, you know? yeah, i dig bruce. he can even come out of a flop-flick relatively unscathed. but seriously, i'm here to stand up for 'hudson hawk.' like, i willingly saw it twice in the theater, and i remember really digging it each time. and i also think he (and tom hanks) made 'bonfire of the vanities' as good as it was. come to think of it, i sort of stand behind that movie too. i mean, i even read the book, and i don't think the movie was anywhere near as bad as people said it was at the time. ummm, what else? i never saw 'sixth sense,' but i heard that was good, too. and hey, he's sexy, and aging very well if you ask me. i was a bit surprised how hard it was to find some really good shots of him online. the VAST number of pictures were like, recent red carpet shots of him and demi and ashton and the kids, you know. and those kinds of shots are never any good. but i did find this cool black and white one i like very much. so here's a heartfelt happy birthday to you, bruce. keep making movies, you're good at it. oh, and he also turns 54 today, according to my 'sources.' kisses.

happy st. patrick's day

yes, i'm pretty sure i'm part Irish... like, they say everyone's irish today anyway. so, to celebrate in a non-beer-related way, i thought i'd post a sexy slinky chick not-wearing 'of the green.' the only green here is on the mod late 60's sofa pillows, artfully placed to conceal parts of her not legal to show yet. you might recognize the chick as the tanned 60's diva from a few nights ago. yes, its the lovely and talented miss angela dorian, (sometimes known as victoria vetri) ...the one i featured in the hot pink jumpsuit leaning up against that groovy pink sportscar. hey, its nice to see more of her, if you know what i mean. hey, that's what real natural 'medium-sized' boobs are supposed to look like, ladies and gentlemen. she's got a simple but beautiful face, and i dig her slightly-teased up 60's hair-do. i'm not sure what she's doing stark naked in the living room in the middle of the day, but it doesn't matter. she looks groovy. so good luck to you all. (click to enlarge)

happy birthday rudy

yeah, i don't have too much to post tonight. but just to mark the day, i thought i'd give a birthday shout-out to the great rudolph nureyev. thanks to the big bad computer age, film of him dancing is probably much more accessible to the masses now than ever. i must admit, i haven't seen all that much of him myself, but i dig that russian ballet. and rudolph himself was an interesting guy. he was very openly gay, and starred as rudolph valentino in the mostly-great ken russell film 'valentino,' with michelle phillips. umm, he was also very hung in the 'manhood' department. nude pics of him are just a click away on the wicked web. according to the dates i found, he would've turned 70 today, had he lived. i chose this picture to post because it was one of the few color ones i could find of him at this age. and also because i wanted jean-luc to see this outfit. it would be perfect for him. great belt.

date bites

okay, i don't really have any ideas for anything real fresh and groovy tonight, so i thought i'd just let some girls in here to tell us a bit about some of the dates they've been on lately. now, i really don't date anymore myself. i don't dig that idea of having so many critical variables out of my control. so here's some sound-bites from others who are still 'out there' looking for that special someone. and who wants to be first in here? -----------------

SUZANNE: "...yeah, i was out with a guy last week, who jokingly said, as i introduced him to my mom, '...call me 'shades!'" he wasn't even still wearing his sunglasses. they were in his jacket-pocket. so like a dumb-ass, i had to say to my mom, '...his name is dustin.' so then, we all sit down for a quick glass of iced tea before we leave... you know, just dustin, my mom, and me, just getting to know eachother. and after my mom had forgotten about the name-thing, he interrupts something she was saying to interject,' "...and just so you know, that's 'dustin' to rhyme with 'trustin,' ...as in, you can trust your baby girl with me. like, i'm not gonna try any 'funny stuff.'" and, he when he said it, he made this two-handed 'groping' moves, like he was honking some boobies...then he obviously looked at my mom's chest, and said that stupid thing about 'more than a handful's a waste.' i don't think this dustin was smart enough to realize he'd just called his date AND his date's mom 'flatties.' I went on the date because i really wanted to see that movie, but i blocked his number the very next day." ------------------------

MELISSA: "...did i ever tell you about the guy i went out with who wouldn't stop talking about how great it was that we, as Americans, had 'the vote?' like, all the way to the restraunt this guy Trent shot his mouth off about how he'd once been to Belarus, and how they'd die for 'the vote' over there. after dinner, we had to drive about 20 minutes to the movie theater. arcadia's song 'election day' was on the radio. weirdly, he didn't mention it. then we had to stand in line for about fifteen minutes to get our popcorn and junk. he started bragging about how he had a t-shirt made up in college that said 'one man, one vote,' and he passed them out to like, 200 'complete and total strangers.' (his words) then, much later, as we were leaving the movie theater, we see a car with a john mccain bumpersticker on it, and he says,' TRENT: '...hey, time to take that sticker off, loser...!" then he sighs real hard, smiles and admits he didn't vote for Obama either. then, without me even prodding him, he admits he didn't vote in the elections before that, either. and that's when i call him out on it... i was like, '...i'll bet you've never voted in your life.' and this joker actually shoots back with, TRENT: "...hey, that's not true. remember? when we were at the restaurant earlier...? i said, '...i vote for onion rings?'" the saddest thing about it was that he was dead serious." (2-3-4) "...and i doubt seriously he'd ever set foot in 'belarus.'" --------------

SHAWNA: "...i was dating this guy for a while, and we were hanging out on his and his roommate's futon sofa, flipping channels. we spotted 'tess' was on one of the vintage film channels, and this guy named john-paul leaned in and asked me if i knew that, in polish, 'nastasia kinski' translated to 'nasty kinky.' " (2-3-4) "...i couldn't roll my eyes hard enough. then i felt something really cold on my knee... i looked down and saw it was his hand." -----------------

DENISE: "...i'll never forget about the time me and this guy named tyler went out to eat at 'strombolio's italian garden.' first of all, he made a big show out of telling me i could order anything i wanted. twice he even used the phrase, 'the sky's the limit,' then like, two seconds before the waiter showed up to take our order, he leaned over and whispered to me, saying, TYLER: "...let's try to keep it under 49 bucks." which ah, didn't help me much, because i didn't know if he meant just me, or the both of us. so, feeling like i was kind of on the spot, i played it safe and ordered the reasonably-priced single-sized barbecue chicken pizza. he ordered the only burger on the entire menu. and, when our food came, i barely had time to get my damn fork in mine before he leaned over my dish, took a real big obvious inhale, and exclaimed, loud enough for other tables to hear it, TYLER: "...wow, yours smells like 'armpit.' i hope mine is better than yours." then later, he told the waiter we wouldn't be ordering dessert because 'the night is young.' me and the waiter exchanged unclear looks. i won't be going out with him again."

mia cuddles

so, it seems it's 'ladies night' here on the 'planetcool.' and as i mention in the post directly below this one, i love shots that can be classified by me as 'never-before-seen.' yes, here we have one of my total favorite girlstars, the lovely and complex miss mysterious mia farrow. i'm sure you'll agree its difficult to find older pictures of her with long hippy hair like this. it kind of reminds of me of some photographs of my wonderful mother. (love you, mommy.) but yeah, here we have the dreamy miss mia posing with a snow white innocent kit-bag. (new slang term for a cute-styled feline.) mia's eyebrows could use a bit of a tweeze, but other than that, i think she looks totally lovely. and hey, she was not so innocent. like, she hung with sinatra and the psychedelic-maharishi beatles! it just doesn't get much cooler than that. so um, dig on mia and the kit, and i'll see you all tomorrow night!

carroll smokes

yes, anyone that knows me, knows that i love shots of my fave stars that are 'never-before-seen' by me. and this glamorous shot of the marvelous carroll baker certainly falls into that category. believe me, i pearldive for carroll baker picksh regularly, and i know i've never seen this one. and it's hot, no? if you think the color looks a little queer, its because the original was so shock-overexposed i really had to do some strange work on it to make it a little easier on the eye. god, she was a sexy little hot starlet in her day. and i love her because i've seen her without all that makeup, and it really IS her face under there, if that makes any sense. like, she really doesn't need any of that paint, but its only intensifying what's already there; not really 'creating' any false lines and-or contours. she really doesn't need much 'help,' ...she's just naturally that lovely and sexy 'as-is.' i probably don't have to say this shot was in the early 60's, around the time she made the trashy and surprisingly boring 'harlow,' and the soap-opera-fied 'the carpetbaggers.' but hey, to me, she'll always be my little 'babydoll.' hey carroll, smoke one for me, you wild temptress.

hot wheels

hot pink wheels, to be exact. hey, if you know me at all, you know i love vintage car ads from the late 60's and 1970's. and sure, there are groovier car-and-van ads out there in the cybersphere, but i chose this shot because of the model. yes, the girl in hot pink, astride the bubble-gum car is none other than angela dorian. also sometimes known as 'victoria vetri,' the actress. yes, she's on my magic movie screen more often than i'd like to admit, due to her marvelously pretty and vital portrayal of terry gionofrio in roman polanski's thriller 'rosemary's baby.' yeah, she's the first chick the 'devil people' try to knock-up with the devil-spawn, only with tragic consequences. she's cool, she's chomping her gum and doing her laundry... (in the movie) ...she seemed so happy and full of... oh well, here she is in some groovy white sandal-heels and a barbie pink go-go shorts get-up. and if you click to enlarge to read the print, you'll learn that she was also a 'september delight,' centerfold, that made her way towards the honor of 'playmate of the year.' hey, i wonder if her 'brother in the navy' has her picture pinned up in the submarine. hey, angela-and-or-victoria, wherever you are... i think you're very terriffic.

stacked

and packed...! namely, packed into that bra! man, can i get a '...woof!' ladies and gentlemen? yes, i know i mentioned the other night that pictures of liz taylor from the late 60's are pretty hard to come by. but this groovy shot of her from the wild movie 'reflections in a golden eye' was pretty 'easy to come by.' (if you know what i mean.) now, i'm pretty sure i've seen this movie before, but i don't remember too much about it... except how sexy liz looked at that age. apart from this scene where she strips in front of the fireplace, i think there was also a kinky scene where she whips marlon brando with a riding crop. man, dig that bra, though. could it be tight enough? i mean, it really doesn't even fit properly. i mean, i would bet liz was a healthy d-cup, (probably a double d...) but this looks like a b-cup bra. i mean, look how those straps are cutting into her shoulders. like, i'm a little surprised she could actually breathe. i think i lost about 15 solid minutes looking at this shot last night. sweet, sweet kinky stuff.

blue jewel

mmm, i love leaving some of my old books with jean-luc. because, when he has time, he lovingly scans in and uploads some of my better past notebook illustrations. i'm not sure what the date on this one would be... but i remember i was in the upstairs bedroom in the main house when i made it, which means it's at least two years old. and, apart from it being a little bit 'cleaned-up' after it had been scanned, jean-luc really didn't alter it very much at all. he does such a wonderful job. it makes it effortless for me to trust his talent and judgement. its quite a bit larger and more complicated than my decorations these days... life changes and time constraints and other things factor in to dictate how much time (and ink...!) i can spend on each page. (hey, in these 'tight times,' i've found myself cutting back on even the volume of f***ing ink i lay down. its like, the 'oil of the old west' in my artistic world... if that makes any sense.) so um, techincal points aside, let's see what we have here. yes, the background is a negative image of a detail of a gustav klimt painting. the rounded tiles depict: morrissey, in a freeze-frame from his marvelous 'who put the m in manchester?' dvd, then a screen shot of georgina hale from ken russell's masterpiece 'mahler,' annnd one more shot of morrissey dressed as a priest, because i was in love with him at the time and figured like, two morrisseys are better than one. i'm glad such an old image scanned so well. oh, and the half-face beside the first morrissey is none other than ronan vibert. (and i apologize profusely for the use of yellow. it is probably my least favorite color. seriously, yellow is sooo square.) (...and click to enlarge)

partymates

you know, some people have said that david bowie wasn't being the least-bit sarcastic with all his 'spaceman,' 'starman,' 'man who fell to earth' stuff. like, some people have gone on record saying they believe he may be an actual alien. and, looking at pictures of him from around this time, its easy to see why they might think something like that. like, here we have a picture of three random guys, gathered somewhere in some backstage location, and bowie, being the oldest guy in years by a lonnng shot, he weirdly looks as if he could be the youngest. like, what does that man wash his face with? like, 'lamb tears' or something? (mmm, yes, 'lamb tears.') as i'm sure you have all figured out, the two blokes he's partying with are gary oldman on the left, and ed norton on the right. and hey, you all know how much i dig gary oldman, but i have to admit he comes in 'dead last' in this three-way facial horserace. like, what's with that 'cat in the hat' scarf? not flattering. but i still dig this shot, because i can't think of any 'hollywood'-related reason why these three guys would be in the same room. like, they didn't all three work on the same movie, did they? like, some movie i'm totally unaware of? well, anyway, dig the shot. (click to enlarge)

serious rabbits

okay, i know i've posted a few monkees-related picksh lately, but i really think this one deserves to be showcased. i think its very hilarious. here we have the just-post-monkees-era davy jones, posing with some rabbits he apparently has hanging around. and, as you can see, davy takes his 'rabbit posing' very seriously. dig that intense, steely-eyed stare. dig his fast grip on the little suckers. it almost seems like, some kind of teaser-shot for some 1971 devil-related exploitation horror flick... maybe something called like, 'the furring.' don't let his innocent good looks fool you, ladies and gentlemen... he's got devious, diabolical stuff on his mind. stuff that may-or-may-not require the letting of some pure and 'untouched-by-man' freshly spilled rabbit blood. like, is he kissing that one on the head, or like, 'tasting forward' to how delicious they'll be, raw, and consumed nude in a basement dungeon.

lush liz

i was looking around on the seabeds for hot pictures of liz taylor last night... specifically looking for pictures of her like, late 60's-burton era... annnd i'm not sure why, but it seems like that entire part of her life is the time period apparently least depicted. like, i found lots of shots directly before it, and lots of stuff after, but not all that much from like, '64 to 1977. shots of her start being plentiful again about the time she was on like, ...was it 'general hospital' she was on? i know she was on some tv show around then. ...was it 'dynasty?' anyway, last night i found this sexy 1960's shot of her with the cool 60's headband flip-do. i think it was around the same time she and marlon brando made that ...er, classic? 'reflections in a golden eye.' i think she looks wild and amazing in that one. she looked smokin' hot in pretty much anything she did around the time she was with richard burton, if you want my opinion. i wish the photo quality was a little bit better, but like i said, there wasn't a hell of a lot to choose from. i'm still hunting for stuff, and will hopefully have more later in the week.

rare marilyn

i know i just posted a shot of miss monroe earlier this week, but i wanted to post this one on the grounds that its really sexy and i've never seen it before. i love the soft haziness to it. and she just looks so shy and soft and backstage-deelish. i'm not sure what picture she's working on, but for some reason i'm thinking it had to be around the time she did 'let's make love,' or 'some like it hot.' you know, when she was all lush and sudsy and beautifully well over 30. and even though her face is a little bit fuzzy and turned to the side, i still think she looks happy, somehow. i mean, she wasn't 'sad and tragic' marilyn all the time... i'm sure she had her good days. i've been avidly looking at and searching out shots of marilyn since i was a little girl, so i love it when i see a shot i've never seen before. so dig it, her creamy deelish-ousness.

thistle

yes, i christened a new book tonight. and i found i was a little bit hesitant with the picture choice. hey, don't get me wrong, i love the shot. but, i knew other people were going to see it, and i realize a lot of people don't think the monkees are as cool as jean-luc and i think they are. yes, after all these years, i'm still an immense, crazy, non-apologetic, die-hard monkees fan. and mike nesmith is, and always has been, my hands-down fave. (his solo music is incredible... like, 97% of it is stuff i would want on a desert island.) so lets see... what exactly do we have here? yes, we have an amorous second-season michael nesmith attempting to woo the groovy biker chick. (the actress's name in ginny gann.) its from a mostly-great episode called 'the wild monkees,' where the guys have to 'get tough' to impress the all-girl motorcycle gang... only to find out they're 'tired of the open road,' and want to turn over a new leaf and get all feminine. the whole episode is worth a look, even the contrived and goofy bike race musical sequence near the end. i titled it 'thistle' because it sort of felt like the cold thorns of the remaining winter are still upon us... yet, the dainty, fresh flowerings of spring are not far away. and i've always liked that word, too. in the 'medallions' at the bottom of the main picture we have, left to right: the full moon, a beautiful 1970's 'curly hair' variety julie christie, an orange sweet dripping of honey, the closely-shorn harrison ford in 'blade runner,' an orchid, and last but never, never least, my main lady, miss georgina hale. i have to say i'm pleased with it. now i just have to fill it up. wish me luck. oh, and please forgive the imperfect reproduction... i just laid it down on my carpet and took a picture of it while the cat was being weird. (click to enlarge)

night off

i'm taking the night off, kids. i'm like, tired like the kind of tired you used to get in 5th period, in high school on a 71 degree day, after a big lunch. you know, when you'd succumb to 'waking sleep' behind a propped-up book, so damn sleepy you don't even care if you get busted for snoozing. i'm tired like that. so, as i dive into those pillows and covers, i'm leaving the planet in the capable hands of 'the barrister dolenz!' yes, its a screen shot from the second season of 'the monkees,' an episode entitled 'a coffin too frequent,' co-starring george furth and ruth buzzi. its like, one of the worst episodes, and one of the best, at the same time. jean-lucien knows what i mean. it sucks, but i love it anyway. more tomorrow night lovers, groovy.

the lash

yes, you can add gary oldman's name to the list of those that have 'gone for' the dramatic and ever-cool look of the clockwork orange 'droog lash.' i know i just posted a shot of gary earlier this week, but i needed something cool for tonight's slot, and you can't get much cooler than this. and i assume he's just doing it for 'cool-factor,' because the last time i checked, he hadn't done anything 'clockwork'-related, cinematically. maybe he did the voice for a 'book-on-tape,' but i haven't heard anything about that, if that was the case. something tells me he just did it to be cool. eddie izzard has also, in the past, 'gone for' the lash. so, tonight my lovers, dig on the totally cool mr. oldman, being cool for us. roight, roight, roight...?