IRRITATING [EXPLETIVE DELETED] LONDON AFTER MIDNIGHT

So, I'm having another party at the Key Club on January 30. Blue Blood hotties will be performing. The bands were initially going to be London After Midnight headlining and Dead Girls Corp opening.

So London After Midnight asks for a stupid amount of money and I agree to pay it, even though it is outrageously high. Then London After Midnight says they won't share a stage with Dead Girls. Then LAM says they won't share a stage with any other band I mention. Then they say they won't share the stage with any other band period. Then they tell me they are concerned about sharing the stage with any of my models. Then they tell me they are concerned about exactly who all the sponsors are going to be and want to be able to approve and veto them before I accept any.

Then, after I've agreed to a million asinine requests, they tell me that one of the members of the band is going to be unavailable, perhaps out of town, on January 30th. They do not seem to be able to tell me which band member.

So........ who do people like at the moment? Please, please, please, make some suggestions of bands you all would like to see me book. Post 'em or email me at Amelia@BlueBlood.net

If you are in a band and you are interested in playing, please mention what you generally like to get when you do a show i.e. $, drinks, etc. I will be booking for shows besides this one this year.

My parties are not really money-making ventures, they are to have a good time and give people I work with such as cool models a chance to shine and mingle and have fun. But the last band who headlined a party of mine got a better label deal out of it. :-)

Splatter Xmas

Okay, I'm starting to get over being sick. Whenever Mark has a shindig at Spike, I always seem to get a cold afterwards. Very mysterious.

So forrestblack and I went to celebrate the holidays with our ghoulish pals. Saw luxotica, machina, yrcomplacency, barb_cure, veronica_o, and of course splatter and many non-LJ folks. yrcomplacency showed me her lovely breasts. Multiple Meltdown cover-hotties were in attendance. Fun was had.











I'll be doing more structured galleries of stuff like this on BlueBlood.net in 2004, but we are getting ready for a relaunch now. If anyone is interested in doing photography or writing for Blue Blood in 2004, please feel free to post your qualifications and interests or email me at Amelia@BlueBlood.net

Anyway, here is a secret URL on Blue Blood with rest of the snapshots from the evening's festivities: http://www.BlueBlood.net/gallery/splatterxmassnaps/index.htm As always with snapshots (not to be confused with pro work, studio photography, etc.) if a pic is of you, feel free to repost it in your journal or communities.

Ack Ack

Had a great shoot today, despite the fact that my voice is still all jacked up. Long shoot but I think the photographs are going to look really awesome. Great girls and feeling inspired through the phlegm.

I really want to be able to scratch the insides of my lungs right now. They itch.

Wanted to go out tonight, but that is not going to happen. I will now return to my coughing schedule.

Bleah

I'm sick and lost my voice.

Mmm

My bank sent me a big tin of cookies. They are very yummy. Especially the cinnamon. I'm going to have to share them with Forrest 'cause he took the fine ass photos of me eating them to put in my thank you note:



Went to Mark's shindig tonight. Pix later. Bath now because now I smell like smoke. Then TiVo while eating cookies. Mmmmm

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Punk Rock Points


Here is my justification for why I do not lose punk rock points for this: It takes a jumping on the tables woman to lay claim in public to her Joe Jackson albums.

Kill Me Now

Is she really going out with him?
Is she really going to take him home tonight?

I remember being a bad little underage girl, hanging out with older guys who would sing this song as a group (without the benefit of karaoke) while drunk.

My friend Sarah just got me to (a) discover that I still have my old Joe Jackson albums and (b) play them and (c) admit it publicly.

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Arizona Trip: Alcohol May Have Been Involved

So I went to Phoenix and Tucson and had a really great time. Went to visit a friend who is sadly leaving a company I do business with, but he is going on to cool things and he is a good enough friend that I am happy for him, even if it is inconvenient for me.



I was offered a good deal on a suite upgrade at the Hilton and I took it for the jacuzzi. I requested a nonsmoking room. They gave me room 420. It took a few to find my suite, because someone had stolen the number. At the Hilton.



My friend limoed us to this awesome Japanese restaurant where they cooked your food at the table, including lighting it on fire. He had his limo driver sing us old time crooner music. The restaurant was like Benihana, only with good food and good service. They told the restaurant it was my birthday, even though my birthday is August 19 (LEO BABY ROWR!) and so the waiters and everyone sang to me and gave me a souvenir sushi-themed cup. Everyone but me did sake bombers. I chose to drink what was apparently banana-flavored gasoline. Oops.



Then went to cool party. Saw many folks I knew online but not in person before. Ran into many pals from past events and online.



Arizona is sometimes the same time zone as Los Angeles, but sometimes it is an hour off. Also, last call there on a Thursday is 1am. So it was like midnight for me when I got back to the hotel. I was prepared to have a party in my suite, but fortunately sounder minds prevailed over mine.

So I came back to the Hilton and used the business center while intoxicated. Logged onto ICQ remotely. Got an urgent call-me ICQ from someone I had told to stay the fuck off of my ICQ for the month of December. This would of course be the second time he has ICQed me since I told him that. Was drunk enough that my tipsy brain figured it must be important, so I called, even though this dude has been 10% cool guy I'd really really really like to be friends with and 90% headache since I first came across him. Got his voicemail and thought I was covered.

Then everyone who *ever* calls me in the wee hours of the morning . . . called me. Including my brother waking me up to be supportive about me meeting my parents the next day. And including the guy who ICQed me who called back. Told me that he had been plotting against me from go and was going to betray me. I told him that was expected as every friend I ever had who drove a Jetta eventually betrayed me in some significant way. Not that he had actually quite progressed to really counting as a friend yet anyhow and not like he really has any way I can think of to betray me, other than being an unreliable and sexually aggressive dick and he has already covered those bases pretty thoroughly.

Then met my mom for lunch. Visited with my parents for a couple days and it was really excellent and fun and terrific. I'd been apprehensive, but it was great. Like really greatWe went to this cool desert museum where I got to see all kinds of flora and fauna which is unique to the area.

Got all my party pix posted now at: http://www.spookycash.com/fun/ccbilllangearizona/index.html
I'll get the desert museum ones posted later on.

My parents really know how to eat well too. I swear my father has barely aged in the last decade. Same vampire pact with the devil as yours truly. I guess I don't look like the postman.

So I came home really chill and relaxed and happy. And I'm like I sure hope that I don't end up beserk as soon as I get back online . . . to be continued . . .

Google Fight

Okay, I just lost a half hour of my life to this toy. I see no reason why I should be the only one.

I am more popular than boredom! I win!

Another page!

Forrest finished another page of the XXXSpaceGirls.net tour. Only one left to go. Whoo-hoo! Went out for a little while tonight. Much work to do. Will post about it later.



Ya know, you can check the site out for as little as $2.95. Hint, hint.

Filter

I used to have no filter at all. I was comfortable with everything about me and felt that everyone else should be too. So I would answer any question put to me, no matter how inappropriate. Now, I am oddly private about a lot of things. And I can't decide when it is the right time to disclose things about myself. So I answered with the preceding list when asked to come up with 10 things people might not know about me. I tried to make them kind of parallel to what other people had posted. Then I felt like it was sort of personal and thus belonged in my personal journal Then I felt sort of oogie about posting it in a more business-oriented context and deleted my post from the board I originally banged it out on the keyboard for. But I'm leaving it here.

Only it is the internet. And you never really know who your audience is online. This makes writing anything sort of creepy.

10 Things You Might or Might Not Know About Me

Someone on a board I occasionally post on started a thread on this topic and it seemed like fun. I posted nine 100% true things and one not totally true thing. The untrue one was sort of board-specific, so these are all the true ones:

1. I first got into selling naughty pictures in 4th grade when a friend and I glued some Europorn from her mom's boyfriend's collection to construction paper. My parents put a stop to that business. I started publishing subcultural erotica in print and only moved to the internet a long time later. I've been interviewed about my various naughty publishing ventures by MTV, HBO, FOX, The Washington Post, The New York Times Magazine, Salon, and a bunch of other magazines, zines, newspapers, TV, and radio, but I've been feeling really disillusioned about press lately.

2. My favorite video game will always be old skool arcade Robotron. I have a soft spot for House of the Dead. Had real guns pointed at me but never been shot at.

3. I come out of the DC punk scene and the musical scene there had more cross-pollination and gothindustrial was considered punk.

4. I've never been caught masturbating at work, but offhand I can't think of a job I ever worked for someone else for any length of time where I didn't masturbate at work.

5. [out of context]

6. I love road trips. I love travel. I love the sense of possibility and adventure in visiting new places. I love the different perspectives I can get from talking to new people in new places. I love seeing the sun set in a different place.

7. I went to the emergency room as a small child after eating my grandmother's watch. Also a bunch of times during a nihilistic period of my life when I hung out with very bad drivers and was in more than ten accidents in like two years.

8. I went to 12 schools in 12 years, and lived in five countries on three continents, before moving out and going to university when I was 16.

9. If I wasn't in adult, I would just keep doing all the nonadult projects I do. There are not enough hours in the day as is.

10. When I lived in New York, my family had box seats to the Yankees and the Mets. I would go to Yankees games and, as soon as they were ahead, I would fall asleep. I would go to Mets games and, as soon as they were behind, I would fall asleep.

Another page!

Forrest is rocking on the new tour stuff for XXXSpaceGirls.net

The newest page is very naughty:

OMFG

In just the last few days, Blue Blood sites have gotten press from AVN, Boing Boing, Marquis, and Variety! Whoo-hoo!

Hi Kayla

Went over to Kayla's place last night. Had a great time. Accidentally drove with an open container in the car *before* I started drinking. I have no idea what my excuse for that is, other than that I am still not accustomed to being able to drink, so the whole rules for alcohol thing is not at the forefront of my brain. Kayla made meatloaf and we drank a variety of beers as I could not make my mind up in the supermarket. I think I drank most of the Fosters and she drank most of the Sam Adams Pale Ale. Kayla told a story about a shoot where she relented on forcing a giant strap-on on someone and let him just lick her ass. She told the story in the supermarket line and caused much blushing around us. Bwa ha ha ha . . . Made drunken posts on the internet. Took turns sending instant messages to various people who could not keep straight who they were talking to. Probably because we weren't telling. Dominated someone into apologizing to Kayla for something rude he had posted. Looked at weird stuff like used Rolexes people we knew were shopping for on ebay. Made drunken phone calls to various webmasters and other long-suffering folks. Hi Tybalt! Kayla has THREE awesome dogs. Even after undergoing the lint brush, I have dog slobber and fur all over my clothes, but it was worth it. Periodically through the evening I would remember that there were people watching a cam stream of us eating and drinking and using the computer and playing with doggies.

Weird sized banners

I kind of like weird sized banners, but it is hard to figure out where to put them on the page.









Regular sized banners are almost invisible to me now, unless they are REALLY cool.

Also

Hey, Wendy, you're a bitch!

So you want to be an alternative model . . .

spikyme just posted the most awesome advice for aspiring models in his journal:

"Just to follow up on my previous post about girls aspiring to be a "fetish" or "goth" model.

You don't need a committee to tell you if you're good or not.


Here's a few things that will help if you want to "be successful!"
This isn't aimed at anybody in particular and isn't a rant, it's more like an observation.

Be good looking
Be willing to show your cooch
Be easy to work with
Run your own website/learn html so you can update it regularly
Have your pictures taken by someone who's work looks professional
Sport a cool wardrobe
Communicate with people in "the biz" regularly

Ok the cooch part isn't extremely necessary.

I'm just mentioning this because it's become so silly how serious people are about small stuff like belonging to a clique or some sort of elite community. It's not like mainstream modeling anyway."


I know we've got some "friends" in common, but I thought anyone on my list who had not seen his post yet should. I had the following to add:


Know what your goals and reasons are. Do you want to get paid? Do you want to be famous? Do you want something you do besides modeling to get promoted? Do you want to piss off your ex? Do you want to help friends promote their bands, designs, clubs, whatever? Do you want someone to make you a site? Do you want to be in magazines? Do you just want to have a good time creating something with friends that will last after you and your friends are wrinkled and gray?

The number one thing that will make me skip shooting someone is if I think he or she is fuzzy on why he or she wants to do it and is likely to come back later with a "Why didn't I get blah blah blah too?" sort of issue.

Hey, Wendy, you're a bitch!

Gah, I have way too much to do and I just don't feel like doing it.

Reminder to self: When you are in your journal contemplating the meaning of life, remember you are supposed to be finalizing Vegas stuff and addressing content and password work.

Spacegirls tour coming along

Another page of the new tour for XXXSpaceGirls.net is done now. Forrest rules!

I've learned to deal with it the right way

Hey Wendy, you're a bitch

Hey Token, right here buddy

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San Diego

So, the Blue Blood crew has two new membership sites coming this month, so yesterday I convinced Forrest that it made sense to drive to San Diego to hang out with a bunch of reprobate pals for lunch, after having stayed up all the night before working on site launch stuff.





Do we look vaguely ill or what!? In a cute festive way, I mean. Actually, Forrest is just getting over a really bad cold, so I am a bad influence.

Twitching like a serial killer

I have a tick in my right eye that has been driving me crazy. Anyone know how you get a tick in your eye to stop or where one comes from? Is this some sort of weird vitamin deficiency or am I about to go postal? I don't feel especially beserk at the moment. Except for the eye thing.

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Eva Klench is fly and so is everyone who reads my random musings here

Extra pleased with the update I just did for Gothic Sluts:




I just want to say a GIANT THANK YOU to everyone who has been really cool reading my journal/blog lately. A bunch of people have made really supportive and really insightful comments and it really helps and bolsters my faith in my fellow man. Or at least in you all. ;-p

Thanks, Amelia

Gender Issues

Fuck but I HATE HATE HATE being a woman. I hate that, if I don't flirt, it makes it hard to do business. I hate that, if I do flirt, it makes it hard to do business. I hate that I will be trying to make a business deal with someone and they will want to talk to Forrest instead of me. Not because he is the one interested in the deal. Just because he has a real penis and mine is a modern space age polymer.

Was going to do a post about having a really nice time out last night, but, put me back at work for a few hours, and I am posting about what I loathe.

And another thing, I'm always open to new and creative ways of doing business, doing things which are of mutual benefit, but I'm kinda tired of offering free consulting. Why is it that people are always hitting me up to make them famous, to refer models, to recommend makeup, pick clothing, refer designers, explain complex code, to help them sell their sites . . . BUT, when they could do something for me, suddenly they have some great excuse about how something about me means that they don't have to hook me up.

From cunty models who stab me in the back as soon as they have some puny single project which they think somehow competes with my long list of projects . . . to sleazy webmasters who don't want to send my sites visitors even if I pay them unless they think they are going to get some but who wouldn't know what to do with a live girl . . . to the fucking army of people who don't really do anything but would like to waste my time asking for information on how to do their nonexistent projects, which they will then decide are competitive with mine should they ever actually get off their asses.

I have a migraine coming on.

Back to work now.

Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday, you know who!

Love, Amelia