Category Archives: 70’s

Elizabeth Taylor, cinematic icon, heartbreaker, survivor, nutcase

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Queen Elizabeth Taylor

She’s STILL big. It’s the pictures that got small.

You know, that woman may or may not be batshit insane but, given the fact that she literally cannot remember a time when she wasn’t world-famous, and given that she has earned her own way to her place in history, it’s hard to begrudge the old bat her jewels, her antics, her men, her millions, or her attitude. Of course she’s on a star trip: she’s THE star! She is, and always has been, Elizabeth Fucking Taylor.

Which reminds me of something Katherine Hepburn said about … was it Ruth Gordon?…

“Of course the bitch is good in closeups. She invented them!”

Celebrity Mugshot Slideshow

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A boring title, I know, but this video is laugh-a-minute, at least: it is if you’re as malevolently Schaedenfreudeyan as I!

via turtlebutt, and cross-posted to Ayyyy!

guns don’t kill people

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Guns don’t kill people

from the WOW report, which I found by doing my daily slog in the salt mines, during which I admire my manicure and listen to loud music and eat snack foods and drink refreshing beverages and get paid to read gossip blogs.

It’s a brutal job, but somebody’s got to do it.

pic o’ the day: Cthulhu ’08

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Cthulhu as Nixon

I think this one nicely sums up everything I’ve always felt so compelling about Great Cthulhu. And I found it via a drunken stagger around a Swedish/Irish blog I found because of Japanese Goth glamour models.

So it all makes total sense.

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RIP: Pavarotti

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I’m late on this, but I’m sure you’ll understand it took me some time to work through my feelings. Pavarotti was a greatly talented man, and perhaps the highest iteration of a particular type, ie the man possessed of immortal talent who doesn’t mind trotting it out at his Mom’s every damn Sunday dinner, or singing at a friend’s birthday party, or showing up for any benefit concert that will have him, provided they lay on the pasta spread.

And I love people like that. To the other, equally talented individuals who hoard their gifts as if they are MRE’s in the face of Katrina, we say: can I buy you an enema, darling?

Luciano Pavarotti, perhaps the greatest opera singer of the 20th Century, and disco diva/supermodel Grace Jones, at a benefit for Angola.

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