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Pomp & Circumstance, Inc.

This photo encapsulates the aesthetics I most loved about the 80s.

(Yeah, there are only two of them. But it was–it is–a strong love.)

That New Romantic thing, considerably stripped down and made much hipper by Mr Cave here, on the left, and the unapologetic,  industrial-punk toughness of Mr Bargeld on the right–collectively, the best of those days.  (I was in grade school when this photo was taken, busily buying English music magazines and dressing like a freak, much to the concern of many a well-meaning adult.)

So go on, tell me: what were your favorite things about the 80s?


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Carpet Treatment, Red Variety

I’ve been talking about the Oscars a lot lately — namely, that I want to attend them one of these years — and something my friend Dyana said reminded me of this post (from my previous blog), which is not about the Oscars, but the Golden Globes. Anyway, thinking of it made me laugh, and I thought you might enjoy reading it.

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Thoughts on the Golden Globes

1. Clint never doesn’t make me cry. Ever. How much did you love his silvery-bronzy bowtie? And the gallant reference he made to Meryl Streep’s being “ageless… but Jack and Clint? That remains to be seen.” And the way he said he needed to “pay my respects to the great Ken Watanabe” — oh, Clint. Every time he speaks, the tears roll down my face.

2. Were Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore making out backstage just before presenting the award for best soundtrack? I can’t think of any other reason for their hairstyles, or lack thereof. (Ugh, I typed “Hugh Laurie” by mistake. Drew had better not touch him.)

3. Why was Drew Barrymore there?

4. Smooth move, Timberlake. You’d be nobody without Prince, but that has probably never occurred to you. PS, I’ve been meaning to say this for months now — thanks for bringing sexy back! What a relief that’s been.

5. Why was Jennifer Love Hewitt there?

6. Yay, America Ferrera!!! There were no dry eyes in my house.

7. I never cease to be amused by the way people are seated at these things. “Over on the left, we have Table of Latins. Sexy Latins! Latins from all corners of the globe! Salma, Penelope, America, Jimmy Smits, Jennifer Lopez, Marc Anthony and muchos, muchos otros! Muy sexy! On the right, African-American folk. Eddie Murphy, Beyoncé, Jada and Will, Prince, Jamie Foxx, Terrence Howard, and all the rest! They’re keepin’ it real, yo! Over in the corner, the pasty white Brits: Jeremy Irons, Helen Mirren, That Girl From The Devil Wears Prada, Sienna Miller (okay, those last two, not so pasty), Ben Kingsley (he’s kind of tan as well — well, he did play Gandhi) and several other people with accents that make the rest of us feel stupid. Finally, front and center, we have the Old [White] Guard: Meryl Streep, crazy old Jack Nicholson, Warren Beatty and Annette Bening, et cetera, et cetera, and so on. Wait, what? Oh yes, the random Asians. Uh… stick them with Eastwood.”

I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that the actual conversations regarding seating never stray very far from that.

8. Dear Tom Hanks, don’t ever say “balls” FIVE times in a row, when referring to Warren Beatty’s anatomy. Also, your hair sucks them. The balls, I mean. Please do something about that.

9. Sorry about that last one. But Tom Hanks drove me to it. Also, it’s true about his hair. Come on.

10. Jeremy Irons’ shirt was awesome. Those were Red Hots he was using for buttons, weren’t they? Well, he looks amazing every single time. He’s like a big sexy cat.

11. Did I just say a big sexy cat? Well, he is.

12. Speaking of sexy: Terrence Howard. Fiiiiiine. I only say this because I know some of you were worried that I may have changed my stance on this since last year’s Oscars. I can assure you: I have not.

13. Bill Nighy is Jarvis Cocker from the future.

14. Special message to Warren Beatty: just stop talking.

15. I’m turning it off now, as there’s not much of if left that I care about. Also, because while Hugh Laurie was accepting his award, I was upstairs trying to convince my son to sleep. I’d like to thank God for YouTube.

photo by SteveMcN


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Lite Sites! Lite Sites! Read all about it!

Have you met my friend Sarah Bray? She’s a kick-ass designer (and entrepreneur, and wife and mama), and she’s recently launched something that’s going to knock your socks off. It’s called Lite Sites. Here’s what Sarah has to say about them:

LiteSites are gorgeous, customized pre-built websites that are packed with functionality and are built for you in just a week. Yep. One week from when you return my handy checklist, you will have a uniquely amazing website for less than half the cost and one-eighth of the time.

And:

One of the problems with templates and themes is that they are decidedly un-interesting. In order to make something that will appeal to everyone, designers end up making bland decisions that effectively un-brand you. I designed LiteSites as if I was designing a website for myself. I rocked these out. You can’t find sites like ‘em anywhere.

Also:

The “lite” in LiteSites refers to a cost-effective, simple process with a faster turn-around. The sites themselves have just as much functionality and capability as any other site I’ve developed. We can also add features a la carte if you’re into that sort of thing (such as PayPal integration or extra pages).

She’s not kidding, people–she TOTALLY rocked these out. Go and see. And then get in touch with her by clicking on the image below. Be sure to mention that you know me (or, you know, read me), so you can get your $100 off.

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Now, don’t forget to put your socks back on.


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A Story About Ping

This is not a story about a duck. (Sorry.)
Note: This is my first-ever video. How excitement! However, there is maybe an issue with image/sound syncing? If this is the case while you’re watching, I recommend opening another tab in your browser and pretending you’re listening to a podcast. I hate image/sound syncing issues. They totally tamper with my suspension of disbelief.


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Now we are ten. Or thirteen.

Thirteen years ago today, Mr. Gibson and I became an item. Ten years ago today, we became husband and wife.

1438133689_82cb443378I’ve learned a great deal from this long stint. For starters, aside from writing, being obnoxious and just plain existing, I’ve never done any one thing for this long. And who knew (maybe you did?), but sticking to something day in and day out, choosing something over and over again, makes an incredible difference in your life. In your soul. (Granted, it’s markedly easier to stick to something that’s brilliant, hilarious and super hot. I mean, just for the record.)

Happy anniversary, Mr. Gibson. Thank you for your love, your patience and your willingness to wake up next to me every morning.


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Pomp & Circumstance, Inc.

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Carpet Treatment, Red Variety

I’ve been talking about the Oscars a lot lately — namely, that I want to...
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Have you met my friend Sarah Bray? She’s a kick-ass designer (and entrepreneur, and...
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A Story About Ping

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Now we are ten. Or thirteen.

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