Some people love art. Some people love literature. Some people love music.
Some people love all these things; and they may also love movies, or TV, or sports, or dining, or travel, or theater, or computers, or cars, or clothes, or whatever-the-fuck. They may even love blogging, despite all good sense. I even enjoy some of these things myself, within reason. And yes, having over 36,000 tracks in my iTunes library is perfectly reasonable. Music, more than any other thing (besides maybe food), can bring people together; and by together, I mean sexually. You see, that’s what it’s all about for me; and not just with music, but with everything; because at the end of the day, there is no single thing I will ever love more than pussy.
(more pussy…)
It was just about 6 months ago now that I was in the process of transcribing some old stand-up routines to story form (like this one on the Clap), because I don’t do much live performance anymore and thought I might be able to salvage some of the material to be utilized elsewhere. Where else, exactly, had yet to be determined; but I was encouraged by some friends (and enemies) to see if I couldn’t make some of these ideas work in the increasingly popular weblog format. At the time, I had suspected that these so-called blogs were only used by 14-year-old girls to flap their traps about things like boys and shopping. As I would soon learn first-hand, however, this was almost entirely true.
(more enemies…)
But luckily, there was time to write a guest post on Jillian Approved!, so please swing by her site and check out: I Didn’t Land on “King of Rock”, “King of Rock” Landed on Me; and tell her .45 sent ya!
Yes, it’s time once again for another heart-warming installment of “Ask .45”. For those that are not yet familiar with this format, you should consider yourselves lucky—until now. “Ask .45” is where I take the time to respond to some of my missed seach queries. This is because I hate to see anyone leave here emptyhanded, and also, they fucking crack me up.
(more “Ask .45”…)
Some time ago, the designer Donna Karan crafted a men’s fragrance that she creatively called DK Men. She had said that she had wanted to make something that would remind her of her husband, and actually added top notes of motor oil and leather. What she had failed to consider was that not only would most men not want to smell like her husband, but they also wouldn’t want to smell like a gay biker bar. This is why women shouldn’t try designing things for men. Luckily, the fragrance has since been discontinued. It got me to thinking, however, about what kinds of scents straight men might actually enjoy; not so much to wear, but to unwind with after having to listen to estrogen fueled rants about coworkers, celebrities, and shoe sales all day. Here are my first offerings:
(see the offerings…)
