Sports Unearth The Most Barbaric Side Of You...

Modern sports seem to unleash the beast within; whether you like to admit it or not. Just try talking to a so-called sportsman and see how he reacts, especially when he doesn't like your question, you or when things have just not gone his way at all in the preceding ''sporting event''...

They attack the referees (granted, many of those deserve it, had it coming and should have never been given the power to decide the outcome of any sporting event ever - but still... we ought to leave the zzzebras alone, no? They must be endangered species - for other reasons, that is!) for to do so (again, attacking the refs - mercilessly!) is effectively giving the masses the wrongest of examples as they do not respect so-called ''authority'' at all pretty darn easy enough already...
And then peeps wonder why it is chaos and outright anarchy everywhere in the world... HA.

But no matter how bad people get to behave at sporting events, one thing is for damn sure: damn good (as in unique) pictures get to be snapped at those darn things - every time!



Hence... Onwards with the barbarism! (Hmm; don`t we actually have a blog devoted to just that, too...?!? Somewhere, out there - in the Blogosphere! In this TLB Prime Network of ours...)

Red Sox Alien Nation...?

Smoltz turns out not to be smoking hot in his debut - and the Sox lose one after winning a whole bunch... So what?

On this SBNation website I sometimes drop by, I spotted something that made me react a tad more, though...

Regular "DixonTrimline" reports that he was at the game (number 72 of the looooong baseball schedule; only about 75+ more to go, eh) and here are his exact words, typed and submitted to that site quite exactly on June the 26th, 2009, at 8:22 AM EDT...!

I was sitting just under the right field foul pole (section 137), sweet seats, but that was nothing like a sweet game. Smoltz was fine (after the first), and he did adjust well after his first inning, but the offense: non-existent. And the fielding: yipes. There was a slight sci-fi feeling, like the teams had swapped bodies after game 2.

I did get to see a girl get her face blown apart by a foul pop in the 7th. So there is that.

Sheesh - the only thrilling thing was imagining a sci-fi twist to explain the weird way things turned out on the field?

Oh, and yeah - that girl getting her face "BLOWN APART" as he puts it...!

YIKES.

That guy should perhaps be known as Dick-on-a-thin-line...
And is it really SoBNation... then?

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!

...