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!
Monday, December 15, 2003
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.
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.
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.
Sunday, December 14, 2003
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.
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.
Saturday, December 13, 2003
Another page!
Forrest is rocking on the new tour stuff for XXXSpaceGirls.net
The newest page is very naughty:
Forrest is rocking on the new tour stuff for XXXSpaceGirls.net
The newest page is very naughty:
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.
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.
Friday, December 12, 2003
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.
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.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Spacegirls tour coming along
Another page of the new tour for XXXSpaceGirls.net is done now. Forrest rules!
Another page of the new tour for XXXSpaceGirls.net is done now. Forrest rules!
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Monday, December 08, 2003
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.
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.
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.
Saturday, December 06, 2003
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
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
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
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.
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.
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