
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Achtung baby! Pole dancing instruction turns catty.
Is this German küken kampf Bullshit or Not? Click the above title to find out.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Shoot first and ask questions altar, er, later. Oops.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008
The following handwritten letter was recently discovered on the sunny marble steps of McKinley Hall:
Dear Lisa,
Apparently my fat ass is too buoyant for underwater chair aerobics and that aqua yoga class is all wet too—I keep getting water up my nose doing Chakra asanas and my inadvertent fartilicious wind-relieving Pavana-mukta-asana poses are producing ripple waves big enough to capsize elderly aerobicizers. Cast iron ankle weights helped until I slipped into the deep end and sunk like a frozen Leonardo DeTitanico, plus when I did that, I blew out a huge snot bubble floater that evacuated the pool. Well anyway, if that internship for highly gifted engineering geniuses doesn’t pan out, at least I can fall back on my amazing basketball skills, er, I mean my limited middle school cafeteria dishwashing experience. I keep mixing those two up.
FYI--sticky flypaper isn’t the way to go to remove unwanted back hair,
Kristin
Song of the Day:
Erykah Badu, “The Cell”
Apparently my fat ass is too buoyant for underwater chair aerobics and that aqua yoga class is all wet too—I keep getting water up my nose doing Chakra asanas and my inadvertent fartilicious wind-relieving Pavana-mukta-asana poses are producing ripple waves big enough to capsize elderly aerobicizers. Cast iron ankle weights helped until I slipped into the deep end and sunk like a frozen Leonardo DeTitanico, plus when I did that, I blew out a huge snot bubble floater that evacuated the pool. Well anyway, if that internship for highly gifted engineering geniuses doesn’t pan out, at least I can fall back on my amazing basketball skills, er, I mean my limited middle school cafeteria dishwashing experience. I keep mixing those two up.
FYI--sticky flypaper isn’t the way to go to remove unwanted back hair,
Kristin
Song of the Day:
Erykah Badu, “The Cell”
Friday, April 18, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

Sunday, April 13, 2008
Forgotten T&A Matinee #97: Superchick, 1973
She’s all woman. All every woman wants to be. Forceful. Feminine. Free. Super brave. Super body. Supercharged. Superchick! A swinging motion picture experience about a super kind of woman.
In public she’s a mild mannered stewardess. In private she’s something else.
Superchick. She’s more than just one woman, and too much for just one man!
Superchick. The super kind of woman. Always in the middle of where the action is. Always ready for a new adventure. You can’t afford to miss Superchick. She’s much more than you’ve ever had before.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
The Don Ho Show! Suck 'em Up!
The Chairman of the Surfboard, no visit to Hawaii in the 70s was complete without seeing Don Ho and the Swinging Aliis perform at the Polynesian Palace in Waikiki.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

Wednesday, April 09, 2008
The Origin of Breakdancing?
Back in the day. Nothing quite like the weird sight of old white b-boys and b-girls
popping & locking. Ozone (Shabba-Doo) ain't got nothing on Fatty Arbuckle.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Sunday, April 06, 2008
On roule à 160 by mareva - scopitone
Scopitone du titre "On roule à 160", extrait de l'album Ukuyéyé by Mareva.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
The following handwritten letter was recently found on the unseasonably cold marble steps of McKinley Hall:
Dear Lisa,
I’m thinking of becoming an intravenous drug user except I don’t like to swallow pills. Hey what smells like shit in the backyard? Wait, it’s not that pig breeding farm you started, is it? You know I’m a vegetarian! Well, I’m going green by chopping down a young tree for my new custom wood iPod to conserve on metal and plastic. Plus I’m dumping vats of tainted gasoline, unwanted toxic fluorocarbons and used polystyrene dinnerware into the East River so’s not to clog up sewers. Lord knows I want to do my part. I can’t decide if I should sign up for meditational yoga or extreme metal shop welding. It’s a complete toss up, but my migraine neurologist and special needs hand/eye coordination coach have expressed their reservations of me handling a blowtorch around gas-soaked retarded children and highly flammable senior citizens.
I’m curbing deforestation of my lady garden until the soil samples come back 'negative,'
Kristin
Song of the Day:
The Raconteurs, “Salute Your Solution”
I’m thinking of becoming an intravenous drug user except I don’t like to swallow pills. Hey what smells like shit in the backyard? Wait, it’s not that pig breeding farm you started, is it? You know I’m a vegetarian! Well, I’m going green by chopping down a young tree for my new custom wood iPod to conserve on metal and plastic. Plus I’m dumping vats of tainted gasoline, unwanted toxic fluorocarbons and used polystyrene dinnerware into the East River so’s not to clog up sewers. Lord knows I want to do my part. I can’t decide if I should sign up for meditational yoga or extreme metal shop welding. It’s a complete toss up, but my migraine neurologist and special needs hand/eye coordination coach have expressed their reservations of me handling a blowtorch around gas-soaked retarded children and highly flammable senior citizens.
I’m curbing deforestation of my lady garden until the soil samples come back 'negative,'
Kristin
Song of the Day:
The Raconteurs, “Salute Your Solution”
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Cindy und Bert: Der Hund Von Baskerville, 1970
What the hell? Barely moving their mouths, here's a creepy mod duo from Germany performing a bastardized version of Black Sabbath's "Paranoid." Und now we dance!
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Decadent Smut: A Kiss For Christina, 1981

Christina’s erotic yearnings find a new and unexpected outlet. With her usual abandon, she plunges into a web of dangerous daring and sensuous intrigue that only her unique combination of integrity and sexual generosity enables her to survive.
Passion is a flower. Passion is a fruit. But more important, passion is the kicking, driving, catalytic force that fuels and fires me, Christina van Bell.