The Apologies Post.

Apologies to Aria Giovanni, for that PG Porn video with her and Nathan Fillion. The apology is because I just didn't find it funny - not because of their playing, but more thanks to the punchline being telegraphed practically from the moment I first heard of the clip. Another black mark against writer James Gunn, who also has both Scooby-Doo live-action movies on his CV and hence has a lot to answer for.

On the brighter side, thumbs up to Wendy Melvoin and Lisa Coleman for the forthcoming Heroes score album, even if there's no release date at the time of typing. Expect a review of either that or the Buffy the Vampire Slayer score album sometime in the future. Who should apologise this time? The people who sat on such things while releasing countless song compilations (Grey's Anatomy, The OC, The L Word, etc - though the last named did have at least one score CD as well).

The Number Of The Beast Post.

Nothing Satanic here, it's just that this is the 666th post on this blog. So that mentioned...

If there's one thing that irks me about the celebslash series The Harem, it's that half the messages on a story group that I'm a member of are from people suggesting women to include. This is irritating for two reasons:

1. There's such a thing as staying power to consider (making an immediate splash is all very well, but being there for the long haul helps), and

2. Inundating poor Mr. B with requests gets in the way of women he himself might like to write about, and also robs requestees of actually contributing stories themselves. Okay, not everyone can put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard, as it were) but you can at least try.

Also irritating: people who don't have a TV and feel the need to lecture people about how superior they are for not having one, but that's another story. (Suffice to say this does not apply to Aria Giovanni, who posted on her blog about her lack of a box but didn't feel the need to condescend about it. A lesson many would be wise to heed.)

And now here are pictures of Jessica Alba, Mariah Carey and Laetitia Casta.




Good night, and may the good news be yours.

This is an outrage.

Beyonce "Upstage me, will you? Suck on this, Hudson!" Knowles on the cover of Sports Illustrated's swimsuit issue is, as Edith Bowman would say, just a little bit wrong. Christie Brinkley belongs there. So do Elle Macpherson and Petra Nemcova. So do sportswomen who can pull off lounging on a beach (Anna Kournikova, Maria Sharapova, Steffi Graf, Natalie Gulbis etc). But not Beyonce... she is not a professional model, nor a sporty type. (Come to think of it, she also isn't an actress - witness The Pink Panther, Austin Powers in Goldmember, that terrible Carmen thing...)

Not that looking at her is a great hardship - certainly a lot easier to take than this past week at work (lots of throwing and sorting, lots of stress, lots of wondering when exactly I'm going to crack and get sick of cleaning up before everyone as opposed to after, etc), but man am I glad I've got a day off next week and the week after.

Even though King Butch already posted the one of Marisa Miller, she's still more deserving of the cover than Beyonce. Here she is and three others who share that honour. Good night.

Current mood: gloomy.

Because on Friday we were all yelled at at work, for good reason I'll admit - there has been some difficulty lately. But, while none of us were singled out I felt the same way I always do when someone in my circle gets berated.... like it's somehow my fault. Even when it isn't.

Because it's still a week before payday and I'm utterly skint, with just enough for my Oyster card. Thank goodness for travel allowance, that's all I can say.

Because it's foggy outside.

Because the fridge still doesn't allow for longterm storage of food in the non-freezer section.

Because the worst thing about believing in cycles is that you have to wait for things to swing up again.

We could all use something to cheer us up. So here's another of my staff, Aria Giovanni. Enjoy.