stay gold, Brian Atene, stay gold

Or at least gold-plated.

Here’s the real Brian Atene. He’s alive. He’s not fat. He’s still Over-the-Top and if you liked his cheesy bits here’s more of them. Atene Beat fans are logging onto christopherreeve.org and scooping-up those groovey Superman dogtags. Show support. Go forward! Get tagged and enjoy the unlikely life and madness of Brian Atene.

From the ashes of a now-legendary audition tape flameout rises the real 43-year-old Brian Atene, as overacty as ever and more than willing to make a fool of himself on YouTube if it coaxes the public into following his nerdy Master Plan and making the world a better place by buying dog tags from ChristopherReeve.org.

also stolen from Defamer. What can I say, Gawker sux since they hired the twin Hermiones!

the return of Mad V

It’s pretty much unheard-of that I post a video before I even load it up to watch, but, ladies and gentlemen (and Metro) Mad V is back (from the ashes of corporate sponsorship), with a call to arms!

Or hands, as the case may be!

This is an invitation, to make a stand, to make a statement, to make a difference.

Write something, anything, on your hand and share it with the world.
What will you choose to write?

Join in
Be part of something
Post your response now

-Closing date 4th Dec 06

daylight reveals Downtown EastSide shock/horror!

Well, for some of us anyway.

It’s remarkable what you can get accomplished when:

  1. you wake up at 8am
  2. WordPress won’t let you post because of server issues

I found the paperwork the government required of me, straightened my living room (somewhat), recycled several large sacks of old newspapers and flyers, stopped by the Downtown EastSide Women’s Centre, read the Bad Date Sheet (I meant to swipe one to post on the blog; apparently some fat white 30-something is kidnapping and robbing hookers and dumping them in godforsaken Cloverdale several times a week; now that the news is out, all 300-pounder suburbanites can kiss their chances of a cheap BJ goodbye), swung by the Salty Tongue for a yummy sammich and my free (loyalty programs rule!) mocha, full-fat, damn the torpedos, filed my taxes, made it to the government office on time and got that out of the way smoothly, thanks to finally having found said paperwork, dropped the taxes off at the tax office, picked up my free facial mask at Lush (thanks to the goody bag at the Rare dinner), snagged a free kolachy from the Kolachy Shop, also due to goody bag at said Rare dinner, grabbed some veggies for dinner from Sunrise Market, and attempted to take a look at the new Costco in the hood, although I was turned back at the door, as apparently  you cannot browse in Costco unless you’re a member. I tell you, I have no problem getting into the Vancouver Club or Shine, but ain’t nobody getting past the door bitch at Costco without their little token of membership.

Yep, without question this was the most productive day I’ve had in a very long time.

Hella boring for the blog, though.

Gene, Gene, the Dancing Machine

Are you old enough to remember the Gong Show? No? Are you old enough to remember drugs then? Or preschool? If so, this will make perfect sense.

I just thought we needed a raincoaster equivalent to the Unicorn Chaser, after the Michael Jackson eye-ripping soul-destroyer of a post below.

Operation Global Media Domination: Best Blog award nominations are open

TIAYou know what to do.

Here is where to do it.

I think it’s probably best if I concentrate on this one, but I’ve also auto-nominated in this one. Gee, does this mean I’ll go blind? All nominations and votes will be gratefully accepted and you’ll be placed on my Christmas email list. Don’t let it go to your head, eh?

Seriously, there must be eight or ten of these popularity contests that I’ve heard of lately, but this is the first one I haven’t missed the deadline for. The only problem with being so weird is that it sorta limits your category choices: there’s no option for Best Cthulhu Mythos and Celebrities Making Asses of Themselves Blog.

But I would own that.