The Flip Flop Girl

As my online friend just said, why would a guy want to start talking when he had my beautiful toes in his hot mouth? Thad has always been good in bed. He certainly has the body and the confidence and the sense of humor. When he first brought up wanting to do a video like that, I shook my head. "No fucking way," was what I said next when he just stared at me. "But it's no big deal," he said. "Well, if it's no big deal, then we don't need to do it." He held firmly to both my feet and kept his eyes on my toes. He was at the foot of the bed on his knees and my feet were directly in front of him. At any moment, he could just sink his mouth down onto my toes. He could be lapping away at my soles. So, yeah man, no talking, especially no talking shit. Wasn't our lovemaking enough?!!!

Labels: feet, flip flops, foot fetish, pop culture, relationships, sex, video

It started out one night, like so many others, we were getting into it. He had his hands on the prize, my beautiful feet. He had one in each of his big hands. He lapped away at the soles, one after the other. He had such a rhythm going it was so awesome, I thought I was going to cum right then and there, just from his licking. Lick, lick, lick, like a great big puppy dog onto my hungry feet so in need of his nourishment. And then, just then, the guy has to break the mood. "You know, babe, we should do a video."

Labels: feet, foot fetish, pop culture, relationships, sex, video

Oh, Eliot, What Have You Wrought?

This from Time.com:

On a day of heavy ironies for one of America's most prominent and promising politicians, there was this: the prostitution ring that New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer allegedly patronized was called the Emperors Club VIP. It was the governor's own imperial mien, after all, that will make this fall from grace particularly bruising.

And here's a good link to the whole sordid
tale of falling from grace.

Well, what can I say. This is the sort of news story that knocks my flip flops off!!

This has everything people! And, after thinking it over, I think Eliot needs to chill out and plan his next move. Hopefully that won't include jail time for this character but it might. All things considered, I think one thing Spitzer needs to do is decide now if he can go ahead and crossover to the other side where all the fun he so desires appears to be. This guy's life story has already crossed over to the entertainment news whether he's ready or not. But, if he is honest with himself, maybe he needs to find himself on some talk show or some other razzle dazzle pursuit. This has worked for former Cincinnati mayor Jerry Springer although he got his name into the tabloids after he'd left politics and got into show business, right? Well, more than likely, Spitzer is not as daring and will gradually fade away and do all he can to rebuild his reputation in the same vein as another sex scandal fool, Gary Hart, which will mean writing bogus academic books in the coming years. Hey, his wife seems to support him. She encouraged him to fight on as governor! So, maybe that's the state of shock talking or maybe Mrs. Spitzer is simply putting things into perspective. The man will want to do something. I just don't think it's necessary for him to continue a charade of being one thing when he'd love to be another. He would be doing everyone a favor by getting a divorce.

I mean, if Eliot really would rather be in the Playboy mansion than the governor's mansion, he really should go ahead and make it happen and he could at the snap of a finger. The tragedy for this guy is that he's too afraid to do it.

In Eliot's mind, he could hold the masses up to one standard as the crime busting "Mr. Clean" while he could indulge in the very thing that he, "Mr. Clean," was suppose to be fighting against. Was he disillusioned in his work? Are the trappings of power all a sham to him? Who is the really Eliot? Well, it would be pretty hard for him to distance himself from all the tradition bound circles he travels in although the man has managed to live a double life. As do any number of other powerful men. It's interesting that he has not been caught in a true affair but instead found to be "Client 9." Wow, from "Mr. Clean" to "Client 9." Which is closer to the real Eliot? Which is closer to the real America with its collectively uptight views on sex?

What is totally wrong, beyond the fact he's found paying for it and all, is that he appears to have wanted to push things further and have sweet little Ashley engage in some unsafe sex acts. How far did this guy want to sink? So, here he is putting his loyal wife at risk! That to me, is the last and final straw. Maybe there's more to the story here but I don't think so. Sure, Ashley must have been the highest end call girl you can get but that doesn't guarantee she couldn't possibly have an STD. Or how about the risk of getting this aspiring singer pregnant?

Well, it's all over now and Ashley seems more than ready to collect her fifteen minutes of fame and then some. Who knows, maybe once the smoke has cleared, that's what Eliot should do and provide us with whatever type of entertainment sideshow he'd like to partake in. It certainly worked out for Dick Morris. Remember that infamous toe-sucker? I've done some research and this man really fell from grace but the public-at-large seemed to take only so much notice or didn't want to know too many details about his paying to suck the toes of a high end call girl. Was it Ashley? No, she would have still been in grade school. For those of you who don't know, Dick Morris was Bill Clinton's top adviser and coined the term, "triangulate," in other words, finding ways to work both sides of the political spectrum to the middle or something like that. Anyhow, Dick Morris, the supposed political wizard, got caught in his own sex scandal drama but today enjoys a regular presence on the talk show circuit. I've seen him. No one ever mentions toe-sucking to him. So, why not Eliot? Give him some time. He might still come around. Not most likely to happen but this guy is full of surprises.

Labels: Ashley Alexandra Dupre, Dick Morris, Eliot Spitzer, news, politics, pop culture, sex scandal, toe sucking

HIGH HEELS GOT YOU DOWN?

Here is something sent in by a friend with a sense of humor and well as a sense of what is right and wrong. This is an ad on Craigslist in Seattle. The title and, as you will see, the content makes me think this is more appropriate as some sort of personals ad and not a professional ad seeking a potential employee.

The company, Seattle Stair, appears to do great woodwork and, from the ad, appears to have quite a foot fetish. Check it out.

Isn't it illegal to discriminate based on sex, etc? The ad doesn't explain how this administrative job has anything to do with being a woman, much less a woman who wears high heels. This is just hilarious. But it also makes me mad. And it baffles me too. What a sexist jerk! He probably lies around watching Fox News waiting for a peek at his new admin girl wandering around in flip flops. I could see this guy saying he's all innocent and didn't mean to offend anyone but that's pretty lame.

This is the original High Heels ad.
And what follows is the same ad:

High Heels Got You Down??

Reply to: job-455162074@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-10-21, 12:21AM PDT


Toss the heels and launch your career. Get with a company that’s more in tune with who you are. We are a growing design and craftsman oriented company doing work for an increasingly sophisticated clientele: CEO’s, Oprah Winfrey, politicians, Barney’s New York. We have projects in Seattle, the San Juans, Hawaii and elsewhere. We need someone to run the showroom and office for our local clients so we can remain strong and dedicated to our home market. We want to pursue estate level and commercial projects while not compromising our home turf. We will train you for this position if you have a related background we can build on.


This is a position for the girl who got her college degree, but never liked high heels or doesn’t like them any more. We need your brains, but you can toss the heels in the back of the closet. Our product and some of our projects are sophisticated. Our work environment is not. We are in a cool old building in SODO. The shop makes noise and dust. The showroom is unique, but is not Madison Avenue. We create beauty. Our clients love what we do for them. We are routinely told we care about our work, we understand our client’s needs, and we deliver stunning work they couldn’t find anywhere else.

Here’s our web link: www.seattlestair.com
Here’s a Seattle PI news story on us: http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/business/307832_retail17.html
Or one from the Seattle Times: http://archives.seattletimes.nwsource.com/cgi-bin/texis.cgi/web/vortex/display?slug=craft18&date=20050618&query=davila+seattle+stair


Position Requirements:

College degree in any field

Min. 5 years experience in one or more related fields:
Sales/customer service
Bookkeeping
Design or autocad
Marketing
Construction (hands on) or
Construction (office/admin.)
Project management

Literate, well spoken, mature, real world savvy, fun loving, creative


This is a new position within the company geared toward:

1. Leveraging the company’s success into deeper market penetration in local residential stairs at all levels, and local and national stairs at the estate and commercial levels;

2. Bringing all administrative functions back on site and systematizing timely record keeping and production feedback; AR/AP/Payroll

3. Giving walk-in and call in customers prompt on demand service and beginning the design relationship through education. This is meant to both serve the customers and function as a working lab to identify customer’s key felt needs and apply test solutions to monitor effectiveness for further application and raise our connection rate with customers;

4. “Keeping the ship aright”, i.e. help out in the shop if you would enjoy this, assist with owner’s small apartment building/bookkeeping; provide support for Sales Manager and Foreman, enable reduction in owner’s schedule to four day work week, and other selected priorities.

This position is ready for immediate filling. Competitive pay and benefits + medical. Please reply with resume or questions.


Location: Seattle
Compensation: Depending on Qualifications
Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.
Please, no phone calls about this job!
Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.

PostingID: 455162074

Maybe you should answer the ad and let him know what you think.

Labels: blogs buzz, feet, flip flops, foot fetishes, Fox News, jobs, men can be such pigs, pop culture, sexism, trends

WHEN IN DOUBT, JUST GO BAREFOOT
Some recent, and not so recent, pics of celeb barefoot sightings. Celebs like to go barefoot too, just like us mere mortals.
Kate Hudson, Britney, Kimberly Stewart, and Nicole Richie. Out of these girls, maybe Nicole Richie is the barefoot queen--or it's a tie between her and Brit.

Labels: a really bad foot fetish in a good way, barefeet, celebrity, celebs, feet, flip flops, pop culture

We Love Britney and We Love Chris Crocker!!!!

I have been inspired to post! Your flip flop girl is still out there! It's been taking me awhile to get inspired but Chris Crocker is the real deal and got me off my ass to say something. He, if you don't know, has released an impassioned plea to all the media, and whoever else is profitting from hating Britney, to stop, stop, stop! You can see it on YouTube. I have a feeling you already have and, if that's the case, why not leave him a nice positive comment?

Britney Spears is a modern day goddess. We all used to worship at her feet. Now, that she's been having all these problems, the people with the so-called power to build up or tear down a star, are all too ready to knock her down. It was this need for greed from all the interests out there ready to profit from Britney that pushed her into the spotlight when she was vulnerable and not ready. Sure, Brit can take some of the responsibility but it's a whole different world she runs in and I can see where it would be easy to be led down the wrong path by all her advisers and handlers. I do hope that Britney can somehow find the right people for herself and do what she needs to do. The song, "Gimme More," actually is very good. And her body too is just fine. It's a natural look. It's up to her if she wants to tone up some more but there's nothing wrong with her body right now. And her talent is still there. If Madonna can remain a star, then there's got to be way for Britney to find her way back.

No more hating on people!

Chris Crocker you are an angel!

Labels: blogs, Britney Spears, Chris Crocker, pop culture, pop music, sex, society, trends

What Do Toes Taste Like?

It's a question that comes up now and then. I'm not bringing up the subject all the time. I don't even bring it up all the time on my blog but I thought I'd hit it straight on today! Yeah, I seem to find myself with some spare time to goof off. Maybe not as much as my "lifecaster" friend, Justine, but a good amount comes my way when I need it. And, while on the subject of Justine, I wonder if she should talk about subjects like feet and toe sucking, just to spice things up, ya know? I'm not asking her to suck her toes for all to see, although that could work for her show. Anyway, toes, toes, toes. What do they taste like? Here's the thing. We're going to do this together. Prepare to close your eyes, after closing yours eyes, take a deep breathe, imagine me next to you, I give out a little moan and ask if you want to play and place my big toe next to your mouth, you open your mouth and take it in and start to suck, now, just as you're imagining all of that awesome goodness, quickly put your thumb in your mouth and start to suck it. This is what toes taste like. I'm serious. It's just the same as licking or sucking your fingers. Why should it be so different, right? I mean, I know, feet can get sweaty and that can turn on some people but not me especially. If you take good care of your feet, then no problem. I hope this clears things up for some of you. A lot of you already know this but it's fun to talk about, isn't it? Oh, one last thing, if you don't have a mate to suck toes with, by all means, suck your own toes! Again, I'm serious. This is a whole issue to itself but it's really not a big deal. I'm not saying I do this all the time. It's just one of those things that can be fun, like anything else in life, right?

Labels: barefeet, blogs, feet, foot fetish, fun, Justin TV, Justine, pop culture, reality tv, sex, summer, talk, toe sucking

Why Do You Wear Flip Flops?

I have been conducting a very casual little survey about flip flops this summer among my girlfriends when we get together whether it be waiting in line for brunch, or while at a party, or just hanging out and this is what I've gathered. I've collected my samples and bring you what I've heard the most said about why us girls love our flip flops:



1. "They're the closest I can get to being barefoot."

2. "They're convenient. I just slip them on."

3. "They go with just about anything I'm wearing."

4. "They show off all of my feet. The whole pedicure on view."

5. "They are the most comfortable thing I wear."

I rank these basically in order with #1 being what I feel might be the biggest reason of all. We girls love to be barefoot. I know guys love to be barefoot too. But maybe girls like it more? What about any sexual stuff being added to the mix? Well, maybe it's the guys who fetishize the foot more than the girls. I fetishize the foot I'm very happy to say but maybe that's not the case with most girls. Feel free to tell me what you think. I can start a new list if I get enough responses. For now, I'd say it comes down to a top five list.

Labels: beach, fashion, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, footwear, gender, open toes, pop culture, sandals, sex, social issues, society, summer, surveys, trends

So what do you think of Justine?

Watch live video and chat on Justin.tv

Well, I am interested to see what happens. So far, I've seen Justine checking on her new site, tastyblogsnack.com, which may be where you'll actually get some solid content. There's nothing quite like the written word to express some really organized and coherent content. You need thought and afterthought and editing to create something consistent and compelling. I thought her feature on Yahoo was very entertaining. The actual show, or "lifecast" is not, at least not at the moment. Such is life, right? Life is not entertaining 24/7. Life is made up of moments and only some of those moments truly rise to the occassion of being memorable. The idea of someone putting their life on display is definitely intriguig. You could argue that it depends on who the person is on the display and what they are doing. In the case of Justine, hey, she's beautiful and she has a bubbly personality so that's something. If she were on a quest for something, doing something specific, then it gets very very interesting. But what will she do? What does she really even have to say? I am Justine. I am the Internet? No, I don't think so. But I'm not thinking that I'd do a better job of it. I really prefer to take my time and blog now and then.

I'm watching Justine's lifecast right now and wondering if something is actually going to happen but knowing that nothing is going to happen. I think I want something to happen. I'm suppose to expect nothing and that's exactly what I'm getting. It's not exactly her fault. We're watching raw footage of life. It seems like something is about to happen and then..nothing. Darn. Oh, finally, something. She's eating a sandwich. A young woman eats a sandwich and people all over the net watch. If she were to comment more about herself or anything at all...oh, wait, she just said something about her sandwich. And now she just took a swig from her juice.

We expect less as a society. That's why that girl who exposed her mind as being severely underutilized is an instant celeb. I'm referring to Miss South Carolina from the Miss Teen Pageant who, when asked her opinion on a survey that claims 15 percent of Americans can't find the United States on a map, began to blather in such a way to indicate very little thinking going on. It seemed like she thought she might be able to just blurt out anything, "...U.S. Americans, South Africa, the Iraq, and we can then secure our future..." But then there's the rest of this story that people might forget. She was invited to appear on The Today Show to calmly answer the question and what she said wasn't really that much better. She said we should emphasize education in geography. That got a thumbs up from one of the hosts, Ann Curry, who isn't exactly the brightest bulb in the pack. Very sad. From all the publicity and support this dimwit young lady has gotten, you'd think it will be no time before she has her own show. No offense to Justine or anyone else doing lifecasting. I would say that, if you're attractive, a lot of other things can get looked over, ignored, dismissed, or never considered, never thought. Just put the next cute girl on the screen. Still, I want to stress I have nothing against Justine. It's the world we live in that might be the bigger problem.

I do like the idea of lifecasts but I think it's something that we're riveted to only for the moment. It's like we're seeing history being made or something. Or maybe it's just voyerism in overdrive. Right now, Justine is back in her car and is listening to Bon Jovi and that got a text of, "I LUV BON JOVI!" from one of us on the show with her followed by the more typical mysogynistic remark of, "I'VE GOT UR BALL JOVI!" Now more music but no hope of Justine leading some beautiful communal moment of "rocking out," etc. That's where you'd need someone with a charismatic personality. And that's getting closer to the problem. She doesn't have to be a great performer or anything extraordinary but it would be nice if she really gave us something. She's just there looking pretty. Any random comments from her to her audience would go a very long way.

As much as we make fun of good people that we label as dull, I would really be up for an Al Gore lifecast or just a day in the life. We pretty much got a great lifecast sort of movie from him already. People like Al Gore don't have time and certainly would never be expected to have time to be a lifecaster. So, that leaves lifecasting to people who find the very act of lifecasting to be a life enhancing thing for them. Again, no major diss to Justine. I understand that she's a graphic designer and video editor. Oh, wait, Justine's on the phone...no, false alarm again. I've got nothing. But I'll keep trying...maybe later.

Oh, wow, I just started to look at other people's lifecasts. Some worse but then I found this one: http://www.justin.tv/nekomimi_lisa and I'm thinking it's more promising. Lisa, I think, just said her show has been going strong since 1999! Huh? Cable Access? Well, whatever, it's awesome. This girl is talking up a storm and she's smart and entertaining. She just asked for poetry submissions!!! And she's from New York!!! I think that says it all. If you want the brainy and fun people, you're more likely to find them in New York!!! Well, Justine is getting all the fame, as too often happens for the healthy blondes, but it's usually the hipster chick you should be listening to. She actually talks and has something to say!!!

But, wait, wait, yet another thought. So, I've been watching Nekomimi from Brooklyn and it's started to look like bad performance art. Again, no offense to Nekomimi. Her show is more structured but I'll have to wait and see just how good. I just went back to Justine. The change is like night and day. Where Nekomimi is dark and brooding, Justine is bright and care-free. She definitely has model good looks and does shine but then...you guessed it, nothing much at the moment. Such is life! But in art, less is more!

Less is More! I think that's the lesson we come away from lifecasts. Just raw streaming video of somebody doing whatever isn't much different from the shallow little girl on stage vomiting, "U.S. Americans, South Africa, the Iraq, and we can then secure our future."

Labels: buzz, Justin TV, Justine, lifecasts, mass media, medium, pop culture, trends, webcams

Paris Hilton

For the record, I think Paris was looking her best when she just got out of jail and it will be a pity if she goes back to her old look. From her brief comments inside of jail, it does sound like Paris wants to embark on a completely new life. And the biggest thing standing in her way appears to be her family. Remember, it is Papa Hilton who orchestrated this lavish event in Vegas to exploit her daughter's release from prison for more millions.

Once inside the family compound, the "Dreamcatchers" sytlists were applying hair extensions. The Parasite Paparazzi provided us with footage of Paris prancing around a courtyard with a little dog. Other courtiers were brought into the family compound along with candy, cake, and balloons. What about a really quiet time at home? What about inviting a shaman instead of a stylist team?

The best thing Paris could do is move out of her home! That would really be "hot!"

Labels: buzz, hot, paparazzi, Paris Hilton, pop culture

(Tylenol Packaging from Yesteryear)

Random Asprin
I'm not saying this is doing anyone any harm. I just gravitated to the word "random"--and so has marketing. Ask yourself, if you're young, healthy, and active, do you really need asprin in your life? Do you ever think about asprin? Well, Tylenol would like to get your attention if you're in the much-coveted 18-35 year-old demographic. So, the marketing gurus decided to mix in some "extreme sport" mentality along with an "underground" vibe to make Tylenol hip and cool. They hired "pain partners" to infiltrate hipster hangouts and they funded a skateboard park in Brooklyn without calling attention to themselves except for word-of-mouth or tiny branding placed on promotional swag. This sort of covert marketing is featured in The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell.

But I can go further for you. I'll take a few steps back and show you the real source of this cute little story: These are "the marketing gurus" that I'm referring to. Call them what you will. I think they provide a service to some extent but, in the end, they are also playing with deception and manipulation. Of course, they would say otherwise. They would say they're the "good marketers." Well, whatever. You can decide that one for yourself. Never heard of Faith Popcorn? Now, you have.

And here's the story by Fortune magazine, Sept. 7, 2004, that explains it all quite well. I start in where some hipster wannabe yells out something like, "It's so random!" The full story is here for your reading pleasure.

"Wow, totally random and supercool," says a nose-ringed twentysomething, picking up a white box emblazoned with "Great pain leads to great art" as she walks out of the New York Underground Film Festival's audio-visual event in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. She sifts through an ironic goody bag for artsy kids: a mini Etch A Sketch, an aromatherapy candle, a CD with soothing music, and a sketchbook--all emblazoned with "Ouch!" The small red "Tylenol" on the corner of the box is the only hint that the brand is sponsoring the music videos projected on a makeshift screen in the dank nightclub.
Outside, Tobin Yelland, an urban photojournalist with a digital videocamera, interviews smoking hipsters. Responding to his call for "pain stories," they gruesomely recount Rollerblading accidents, split fingernails from art projects, and head-splitting all-nighters. Yelland doesn't volunteer that he's a Tylenol pain partner.
Over in East Los Angeles, at the ninth annual "B-Boy Summit," Tylenol is also quietly hanging out. Pain partner Asia One, a muscular 32-year-old in camouflage pants and a blue skin-tight tank, is a B-Girl (breakdancer to you squares), a key player in this hip-hop subculture offshoot. She is known for a head-spinning move that has earned her a quarter-sized bald spot. She emcees the breakdancing contests in a parking lot. Members of the multiethnic crowd shoot pictures of the dancers against a graffiti-covered canvas. They're using disposable cameras emblazoned with "Ouch!" that the company is handing out at a little table off to the side.
In New York City's first indoor skateboarding area in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, Tylenol downshifts to a no-key approach. There's not a single "Ouch!" in the unheated, crumbling brick industrial space that holds an amoeba-shaped skateboard bowl Tylenol helped fund. (You'd think the company would worry about lawsuits for backing a locale reached only by going down a dark alley, over broken bottles, and under an unmarked, half-open garage door.) Swishing around the undulating sanded wood are Buddy Nichols and Rick Charnowski, pro skateboarders cum indie filmmakers, who shoot 8mm movies of the underground skateboard scene and are Tylenol pain partners. "Awesome," says Nichols to the bowl's creator and gate-keeper, Dave Mims, another pain partner who owns a skateboard shop in Manhattan's grungy East Village. He charges about 20 of his insider friends a fee for a key to the space but always welcomes hard-core out-of-town skateboarders. He doesn't advertise that Tylenol pitched in.
Yet the three unshaven thirtysomethings refer to the raw space as the Tylenol Bowl. It doesn't make sense. There's no sign of the company, nor was there any formal announcement or press release indicating a connection. Charnowski reports that the brand's unannounced affiliation is paying off. Skateboard magazines have made a number of unsolicited references to the Tylenol Bowl and skateboarders in Seattle and Denver have asked Nichols and Charnowski about the Tylenol Bowl without knowing that they are pain partners.
It's implausible, but Tylenol's calculating whisper has been heard. It's in a song by rocker Ben Kweller, which went on sale this summer in Apple's online music store. Called "Tylenol," it begins:
I need some Tylenol Give me some Tylenol To kill that headache you gave me.
And earlier this year, Saturday Night Live did a 60-second fake ad for an imaginary product for X-Games addicts: Tylenol Extreme, designed to "relieve testicular trauma." Classic SNL mockery, rife with raunchy humor, the spot was twice as long as a commercial and mentioned the product seven times. That kind of exposure is priceless: It can't be TiVoed out.
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Labels: corporate deception, futurism, madison advenue, marketing, pain, pop culture, skateboarding, tipping point, trends, Tylenol, Tylenol Bowl

Have You Seen This Man--Or His First Posts?
I want him to find me and post on my blog! Hmmm, at least I think I do. I welcome all this feedback, especially to the blog. Now and then, I get email sent directly to me and it's always interesting. It's interesting to see where it goes. Usually, it's from a guy like this joker and sometimes it's a little more than that. Often, it's from guys who hope to eventually get to date me or get to talk dirty with me during an ultra-hot IM session. Lots of times, they'll try to win me over by emulating stuff I've said, like, they'll be so happy I have such a healthy foot fetish. It makes me laugh. I like to talk about what I like to talk about but even I'll admit that going on and on about a "healthy foot fetish" can get sort of creepy. I'm sorry but it's true. I keep telling everyone to try to find a nice balance but, in the end, a lot of guys have a distorted view about women in general and what really goes on during sex. I'm starting to build up a rambling rant here. We need to keep a sense of humor about it all. I think we're finding ourselves all vulnerable to being like this guy in the puffy coat. If we're aware of it and can laugh about it then there's hope.

Labels: blogs, first poster, foot fetish, pop culture, Puffy Coats, YouTube

It's Official: This is Car Chase Monday!

Hmm, might have to make a list of the best car chases of all time.

Labels: and more cars, cars, pop culture

This Post is really more about Bullitt but I also love the scary chase scene in Duel

The talent behind mapping out the chase scene in Bullitt (see below) can try to map out Duel. But the descrpition I get here is probably all we need: "the nether world of two-lane highways and truck stops that lie outside of LA."

Labels: car chases, chase scenes, Dennis Weaver, films, movies, pop culture, scary trucks, Steven Spielberg

Ever Wonder Where the Chase Scene in Bullitt was filmed? I mean, in great detail?

It's one of those times for something completely different. This wicked crazy artist and his friend have taken the famous chase scene from the 1968 Steve McQueen film,Bullitt, and mapped it out for all of us to see

This is the sort of OCD insanity that I love. Fits right in with what I'm talking about, doesn't it? Anyway, Steve McQueen is such a cutie.

Labels: all the same stuff I usually like to gab about, blogs, Bullitt, films, flip flops, foot fetish, OCD, pop culture, Steve McQueen

And it was written on the sweet soles of the Buddha's sacred feet...

Much like Buddha, I seek enlightenment. I continue to explore my fascination, our fascination, with feet and its extremes from the sacred to the profane. I really like the profane but I also easily gravitate to the sacred. As I continue to say, there is something utterly explosive going on as we casually lounge around in our flip flops. I've been told by a number of my older friends that they agree, that the sexual tension in the air is far more palpable than when they were young. From my vantage point, it truly is part of a mating dance that I am more than willing to be a part of. In my neighborhood, each day, more and more people are returning to their trusty flip flops. Anyway, don't mind me, I'm just writing for the sake of writing at the moment, testing out the waters, seeing if anyone is paying attention, if people are ready for more of me. As Spring takes hold in moody Seattle, my libido is kicking into high gear. I find myself pacing around in my flip flops, trying to still tune in to the sensory pleasure after having enjoyed it for so long. I fear becoming jaded perhaps more than hopelessly addicted. During the day, I kick them off and find myself rubbing my feet together furisously and then having to take it further and apply a hand directly to a foot for an added high. As I keep saying, I know I'm not alone and, thankfully, you out there, do respond from time to time, even a fellow female with tentatively acknowledge all that I'm saying. Anyhow, I recently saw an incredibly inspiring movie, had nothing to do with sex or feet or flip flops, and now I'm reading the novel. I want to post about that sometime soon. There's quite a lot of things I want to do. I want to save the world. I want to save myself! And, as long as I'm at least amused by all this, I think we're doing alright.

Labels: blogs, buzz, erotica, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, just checking in, pop culture, profane, sacred, sex, trends, Writing

Bye Bye, Donny Boy

Don Imus will not be missed. He had become a fixture inside the beltway and somewhat outside of it. A lot of people had never heard of him before all the current controversy. Maybe he had some talent at one point but he's now 66 and not exactly fresh. Most importantly, HE IS A RACIST. Thank God CBS fired his ass. It wasn't an altruistic move on their part but, despite it all, it sends a message. You can't make hateful and destructive comments and expect to just get away with it and have people laugh it off. This is not the first time Imus has made racist comments. And how about this for his official apology while he still had a show to apologize on:

"Want to take a moment to apologize for an insensitive and ill-conceived remark we made the other morning regarding the Rutgers women's basketball team.

It was completely inappropriate, and we can understand why people were offended. Our characterization was thoughtless and stupid, and we are sorry."

Why include the "WE"? He said it. Not "WE." What a complete and utter self-absorbed insincere goon. And now he still wants to meet with the Rutgers team to say a little something to them.

Don, just leave them alone and go crawl under a rock.

Labels: CBS, communication, Don Imus, idiots, mass media, media, politics, pop culture, racism, racist, radio, television

The story behind this trippy video is that this guy comes back from the dead in 1986 in his very cool car to show us a thing or two. It is done in a comic book/graphic novel style.

Kavinsky will be in Seattle July 29 touring with Daft Punk. Note to self: be there!

Labels: comic book, comics, comix, cool, Daft Punk, dance music, electronica, graphic novel, Kavinsky, Miami Vice, music, pop culture, pop music, Seattle, techno

The Very Fractured O'Reilly Factor

I wanted to pick up on my "Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes" train of thought. Think of all the current political thugs: Dubya, Cheney, Rove, Rice, etc. They all pander to the sheltered view of the world of conservative little old ladies and they themselves, not holding anything dear, actually believe right along with the little old ladies. This sort of "thinking" is what powers the whole right wing machine. To try to keep current, "the little old ladies" are called "soccer moms" in stump speeches but, if you really think about it, it's the same old little old lady all wrapped up in the American flag . Grafting religion with patriotism, this is packaged as the official line of thought and it is served up to be a one-size-fits-all drivel for immediate consumption by everyone from the Nascar fan to the power elite in the club rooms. I was thinking about all this as I took in the mug of Bill O'Reilly the other night.

Now, make no mistake, Bill O'Reilly is a third-rate hack who, lucky for him, has found a niche to exploit. He's menacing. He's amusing. And, unfortunately, he does have a lot of fans. And why not? Junk food for the mind--hard to pass up for a lot of folks.

Currently, Bill is on something of a warpath against all the provocative statements that Rosie O'Donnell has made. Sure, Rosie has managed to cross the line and she's an easy target. What's so stupid, is that Big Bad Bill himself has made far worse comments like when he said it would be OK if terrorists bombed San Francisco. Is that because San Francisco's gay population runs so counter to Bill's "religous beliefs" as if he had any sincere thoughts?

On that same show I watched, only because I was waiting for American Idol, Bill also made a distinction between Rosie O'Donnell and Ann Coulter. For some reason, he found that Rosie had to be held to harsher scrutiny. That, of course, made no sense. And it runs counter to his cheesy motto about never spinning the truth, right?

Bill, if you defend Ann Coulter, you are SPINNING!

Bill, you complete jackass, you spin all the time! You were tossed out with the trash from ABC News years ago and you should thank your lucky stars you get to keep riding this right wing wave.

OK, that's all I have to say about that for now.

Labels: Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly, blogs, Bush, Fox News, news, politics, pop culture, President Bush, right wing, Writing

Go to the Beach!

New Post and New Thoughts!

Wear Your Flip Flops with Pride!

Don't Let the Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes Win!

I've been feeling a need to take a break both physically and mentally so my boyfriend and I headed out of town for a spring break. We stayed with my folks for a bit in LA and then made our way to a friend's beach house. They left us to ourselves quite a bit so we were basically sitting off The Strand, just the two of us, just a few flip flops away from the Pacific Ocean! Very breath-taking, very romantic, and just one bump in the road we had to deal with.

We were both a little drunk, maybe a lot drunk, and I was just babbling about all sorts of stuff. I decided to tell him about this blog which, until then, I had thought to keep to myself. But, at the moment, I figured it was nothing, just a blog, right? But maybe a blog is never just a blog, especially after all the crazy shit I've put on mine. Funny I should say "crazy" because that's the word that slipped through his lips after he read through one entry after another. He said I was crazy! And he didn't mean it in a nice way. He said the sex stuff was way over the top. And he wondered why I felt a need to write the way I did.

Instead of telling him to fuck off or anything hostile like that, I decided to be mature about it. I told him I'd have to think about it. I was too drunk to make any sense. And then I said that maybe I did know how to articulate that. I made the stories more charged than they had to be because I was getting off on it. As much as I've complained about being needlessly over-stimulated, I was actually seeking it out. I'd also tried to tailor my stories to make certain points. But before I tried to explain any further, he just smiled and said it was cool. I told him that maybe I didn't even need to write this blog anymore. He said that maybe I did need to step back from it but that he couldn't imagine me not writing. He said he saw some raw talent that was on its way to becoming something, exactly what he wasn't sure, but he still wanted to let me know that he supported me. He said maybe I could help people as well as entertain them. He also asked me to try to take a break from turning our sex into one of my hot stories if at all possible.

I do remember a mellow sobering moment we shared on the sofa that he can't have a problem with me telling you. He had his big feet on my lap. Usually, it's the other way around. I have my big feet on his lap. This time it was his feet on my lap. His feet just casually made their way over to my lap and I don't know if he was expecting me to do anything because he never said. For once, I let all my thoughts float away and did nothing. They just rested there. We both just rested. And it was good.

Being around so many people in flip flops, so many feet, so many pedicures, was a good thing too. Feet are simply more out and about in California and especially around the beach. It was refreshing to see form truly following function. It actually is handy to have flip flops around the beach! It's practical. It's a way of life. You don't have to think about it. The further away you get from the beach, however, the more thought you have to put into being casual. Once you're wearing flip flops down a busy city street, you're really making an effort to be care-free. I embrace that effort! Just trying to connect the dots.

As I relaxed in bed one day with the TV, I caught some of a Fox News talk show-or was it MSNBC? The Hannity Show, I think. Anyway, it was a typical political show tilted to the right with another no-neck/loud mouth, Mom's apple pie-eating host. He was interviewing Nancy Pelosi's daughter who has a documentary on Showtime exploring the world of American Christian fundamentalists. Well, I'd read awhile back a story about her documentary being unfair to fundamentalists in USA Today which left me wondering about USA Today's political views or at least about the writer's own right wing slant. When I saw her interviewed on this show, she came across as very professional and level-headed. She even had the Hannity guy playing nice with her. She pointed out that she made a point to show this demographic group in a fair setting leaving out extreme examples. I think his only pointed question to her was asking her why she chose to focus on evangelicals and she said, very correctly, that it was because they were considered a factor by the media in the last presidential election. If you ask me, she was far more polite than she had to be but maybe that was because she was talking to this bombastic talk show host.

Anyway, it has been interesting to me how I'm as attracted to politics as I am to any other pop culture subject. It takes someone like Jon Stewart to make us all aware of politics and make it entertaining but politics, all by itself, is such a circus. If I am capable of taking flip flops to an OCD level, I know that right wingers are using the same amount of energy, if not more, to drive home their agendas. Maybe their energy is actually the same kind of energy, some molten hot sexual force, that they have repressed and converted into self-righteous vitriol. The OCD for conservatives (and I know there are varying degrees but we're suffering from too many of the same along with those moderates afraid to be themselves like Rudy) is an overwhelming feeling that they are, no pun intended, right! They believe they possess some pure form of being right that can determine questions of right and wrong, life and death, when life begins, who should live and who should die, who has rights, who does not. It is a little old lady in tennis shoes out to save the world! But the little old lady in tennis shoes view of the world is very limited, backward, repressive, controlling, and out of touch with reality. What is so ironic and sad is that this view of the world finds itself taking so much space on our media, old and new from the tv to the blogosphere. Well, sheer quanity is never quality. We know that. What we're still working on, those of us who are sensible, is how to best reach a middle ground in this country so that we don't have more Bushies and Halliburton and the like in power forever.

The more we all find a way to go to the beach the better off we'll all be. I'm considering moving to the beach in the future when I can afford to do it right. I want to see us all take a healthy step back and watch our backs too! We want to have fun. We want to navel and toe gaze to our heart's delight-even to excess. Perhaps that's our right. But it's nice to have options too because the more distracted we allow ourselves to become, the more likely that the little old ladies in tennis shoes will always have the last laugh.

Labels: beach, blogs, conservatives, flip flops, foot fetish, Jon Stewart, politics, pop culture, right wing, sex, Writing