2008 is DONE and OVER WITH...

Singer: Feist | Song: 1,2,3,4
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One Two Three Four
Tell me that you love me more
Sleepless, long nights
That was what my youth was for

OLD teenage hopes are ALIVE at your door
Left you with nothing
But they want some more

Oh, oh, oh
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh
You know who you are

Sweetheart, bitter heart
Now I can't tell you apart
Cozy and cold
Put the horse before the cart

Those teenage hopes
Who have tears in their eyes
Too scared to own up
To one little lie

Oh, oh, oh
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh
You know who you are

One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then

Oh, oh, oh
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh
You know who you are
Oh, oh, oh
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh
You know who you are

(Lyrics: copyright FEIST)

(DUH.)


Let's learn how to properly count from 1 to 10 in 2009 - eh?
It helps, come "countdown time"...!

;)

It's that time of the year again - time to uncork the champagne, get the cork right in the eye, grimace in pain and jerk around, hitting in the face anyone foolish enough to be standing way too close to danger like that...! Then you'll most likely have the sheer survivalistic instinct to seek help - without seeing where you're going at all! Tripping and breaking some bones, for good measure, will wrap up the miserable year IN STYLE - I'm sure...

Hence, it is THAT time, again...

Plus, it is also the time to do some kind of YEAR-END REVIEW - in the spirit of "let's see where we're at now" I guess; I hope, really... That might help bettering things, just a bit - or it might be altogether pointless anyway! Either way, it surely is time far close to being well wasted than you're simply lying around watching the insipid Comedy Network - methinks...!

But that is another story...

Go on - shoo!
Get on with the year-end party; the mega-RÉVEILLON (google a French translator, willya?) and be done with it already!
(Ok - the thing is to make it last AT LEAST until the countdown to 2009 - four hours to go, at press...er, typing... er, blogging time here...!)

And as far as the actual REVIEWING goes - check out my RAMBLINGS IN WRIT on the subject...
My LUGUBRIOUS BLOG ("scheduled" -by both Google and me- to be published at exactly 11:59pm tonight! December 31st, 2008 - in case you're not sure! Hey - you may be reading this in 2011, 2012 or 2013... no? I wouldn't bet on anything beyond that, at this time...! But that is another story too!)
AND... check this site out as well!

I check out that yearbyyear site MANY times throughout the year, actually - for, you see, "I want INFORMATION"...!

And so should you - number 2!

;)

I'm A Marvel...no, a DC... no... a PC!!!

We're giving away a PC a week! it said...
(No you're not, not anymore, LIARS!)

They do add this explanatory note though:
Thank you for your interest in the “I’m a PC” contest. The contest has closed and we are no longer accepting entries. Please visit the Microsoft Home Magazine contest page to view current and future contests.

Aww - that's just too damn bad, Microsoft!
I so wanted to add another instrument of daily frustration to my exasperated existence; another source of hair-pulling angst, since I am, after all, such a glutton for punishment here...!

 

I had the PERFECT (or should I say the Luminous) entry to propose, too:
"I AM A PC - BECAUSE I AM PATIENT AND CORDIAL.
UNDER THE WORST POSSIBLE CIRCUMSTANCES TOO - WHICH ARE ENCOUNTERED FAIRLY ROUTINELY, WHEN ONE OWNS A PC...!"

See - a surefire WINNER!

 

Alas, twas not to be.
Because the Microsoft powers-that-be
are the grinches that they are
stealing my beef - or, as it is, my PC -
this Christmas Time!

Boo-hoo
eh?

See if I care!

Photos property of Microsoft Corporation's Home Magazine.

:)

Nude = Beauty? Animal-like, is it?

La beauté nue, une expo Demarchelier à Paris

La beauté nue, une expo Demarchelier à Paris
Il a photographié toutes les stars et les top models des années 90, était le photographe officiel de Diana, rencontre avec Patrick Demarchelier dont l'oeuvre est exposée à Paris, au Petit Palais.

HA.
A dime a dozen - that is all that they are!
All these naked bimbos - once you've seen one, you've see them all!
They are all the same; so much so, you could swear cloning has been around almost as long as that Ira Levin book made it sound to have been: The Stepford Wives, remember that? Look into it!
Once a single one has bared it all, it is just as if they'd ALL done it, I tell ya! There is nothing left to see - much less anything remotely interesting in their personalities to grasp your attention beyond that...!
This goes at least double (if not a hundred-fold) for the male models some frustrated and/or frigid desperately exasperating housewives loooove to ogle either Friday evenings or on week-ends, at Chippendale's or a cheaper sleazier strip joint! But anyway - back to chicks now!
I remember hearing a pro say it so eloquently too: "once you've seen (she might have said "licked" actually - it was such a long time ago, I hardly recall now... They're not pros to LISTEN TO, y'know...!) and felt up a boob, what else is there, eh?"
Indeed!
A thousand and one nude models unravel only two thousand and two nearly identical blobs... I mean, boobies - and there's nothing to it at all, really!
Nipples are nipples - get over them!
The curves, and alleged artistic way each photog has to represent them - it is all smoke and mirrors, really! Pat Demarchelier is just a Frenchman - and as any other Frenchy, he's a natural-born voyeur, that's all! And natural-born voyeurs are made that way: they NEVER get enough! Now I am not sure what Annie's problem is - but I'd say there should be such a thing as a "lesbovoyeur" too - huh? Kim Carnes would agree...


Annie Leibovitz, la photographe des stars, exposée à Londres

Really now - are we evolved or not?

If we were made to shed our clothes all the time like that, we'd all have been born (or gotten to grow up) much hairier than we get to be, in due time...!
Besides, you gotta start making sense too, people: you either like and CRAVE the naturally-grown fur (and that clothes-shedding obsession seems to indicate that there sure is an obsession there!) or you want to get rid of every last trace of body hair GOD Has ever Given ya; either through waxing, some high-techy treatment that only estheticians comprehend - or plain ol' shaving! In the latter case, after the job is all done (duh) - YOU NEED TO KEEP THE DAMN CLOTHES ON!
Oh, but that's right - then, so many of these poor starving models (artists & models...?) would be OUT OF A JOB - because shedding their clothes and striking suggestive poses is all they can do, right?

Only the (very) few accessories used in these photo shoots can add any infinitesimal sense of class and romanticism, henceforth - indeed!

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