Fuck me

Fuck me, I did karaoke last night to Queen.

Fuck Me

Fuck me, I did karaoke last night.

Note to self

When participating in drunk webmaster bowling before going to Long Beach . . .

(1) Realize that you will drink too much to make it to Long Beach in a timely fashion.

(2) When certain parties have bought you enough Heinies and banana daquiris that you might be willing to do the shot of Jager, DO NOT DO THE SHOT OF JAGER! IT IS JUST IMPAIRED JUDGEMENT MAKING IT SEEM OKAY. Jager and Grey Goose are from the same company and, if that is not culture clash, I don't know what is.

(3) Where the fuck is my snapshot camera? I suspect it could tell me volumes about last night.

More Vegas!

Got my Wednesday in Vegas pix posted now at http://www.spookycash.com/fun/janinternext2004/wednesday/index.html















More about what these depict later.

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Back Home

Vegas was amazing. Almost killed me. Got pix posted now from Sunday the first night at http://www.spookycash.com/fun/janinternext2004/index.html As the week+ went on, there are a smaller and smaller percentage of the pictures from each night I can post. Fortunately, I took a lot of photos, so this is not too much of an impediment.

Hung with Forrest, Szandora, Kayla, Bunny, dyingsunshine, and other non-journal miscreants. Went to sushi dinner. Service was peculiar, but I got what I ordered. Went to club to see Szandora hula. She was magnificent of course. Went to supposed location of Playboy party at Red Rooster. Ended up at Red Rooster Mini Storage, as opposed to Red Rooster swingers club. Oops.

Went to bar at Venetian. This would become a recurring motif for the week.

Hooked up with a bunch of friends, including one fashion plate friend of mine whose luggage had been temporarily lost with all the crazy security. Fortunately it was found or shopping would have been the first order of business. As it was, we all piled into this ridiculous Hummer stretch limo to go to the Playboy party for real this time. My pals were being such alcoholics that they made the limo driver stop off to buy more booze to drink during the trip from the hotel bar to the open bar Playboy party. They drank gross sweet hard liquor beverages which I passed on, but they appeared to enjoy. Club the Playboy party was at was weird. It included bedrooms you could sneak into if you didn't mind the spooge of swingers past. Rocking good time though.

Then went to bar at Venetian where much misbehavior ensued.

Sometimes It Rules to Be Me

It rules to be me! It rules to be me! I was so worried that I was going to get caught up with unimportant nonsense and miss getting my vital work done. But I made my magazine writing and photography deadline. I dyed my hair. I dyed Forrest's hair. (Forrest has an awesome new hair cut and looks tres HOT!) I got a good start on laundry. We got a bunch of the work done for what we need to have for the conventions. We got our newest site in the hopper to start accepting credit cards. Forrest got updates done for BarelyEvil.com. Still need to do an update for GothicSluts.com and Forrest needs to do one for RubberDollies.com but I think we'll make it before it is time to go. Also want to do a little clothing shopping beforehand, but I can do that when I get there too. I bought plane tickets for my cool models who are going to hang out with us and got them all the flight info. We finished a photo portfolio project. I think I've got almost all the cell phone numbers I will need. I chatted with a bunch of people I am really looking forward to seeing. I am super-psyched to see Szandora.

Thirty-six hours from now I will be eating sushi with a bunch of my favorite paid degenerate pals. Then hitting the Playboy party. Then who knows what.

I hope my grandfather will be all right, but I know there is nothing I can do but send him warm thoughts and hope for the best.

Going to do some business. See some old friends. Meet some people I only know online. Shoot some new models. Maybe make some new friends. Going to be productive and have fun.

Got jacuzzi suite action set for the whole time I'll be out of town. Of course, that is pretty much known to be a given, if I'm traveling, to anyone who reads my diary. I heart jacuzzis and this one could seat like four people. I know I will come back refreshed. Hopefully, I will not return to instant irritation like after the last cool trip I took. But I hope to be able to check things remotely at least a couple times while I am gone, so should be okay. Fingers crossed...

I may or may not update from the road, but I'll have lots of goofy snapshots of my adventures when I return.

Sickening

My grandfather got the same flu everyone has been getting. Like it did with a lot of people, it moved to his lungs. But he is 96-years-old, so he is in the hospital now. My mother's brother is blocking all communication with him by other family members in the hopes of getting a bigger inheritance.

The human relationships which should mean more than that which get boiled down to $$$ . . . well, it makes me feel sick and I'm mostly over the flu.

I know I'm just one person and there is only so much I can do to change the world, but I really want to make it a better place...

Ah, Hell, I'm looking forward to this trip. Should be good.

People are Really Foolish to Constrain Me But I Guess I have No Personal Life

Ya know, I have a lot of venues I could complain about people in where it would make a difference. I have big mailing lists of both snail mail addresses and optin emails and a Yahoo Group. Other people mail their lists with their "side" every time the wind blows. I do not. I could, but I do not.

I write for a lot of magazines and I have been interviewed by a lot of magazines. I don't use those venues to express who I think is a jerk. I could, but I do not.

People pitch me all the time to write negative stories about folks they do not like. I don't publish them. I could, but I do not.

I've been interviewed about the scene for television on many occasions. I am always asked to include a negative opinion. I refuse to give bad sound bites about the scene. I could, but I do not.

Rumor has it that I have some high traffic web sites too. I don't post my less pleasant thoughts about other people there. I could, but I do not.

I keep a *personal* journal in order to have a place to vent about some of the things which vex me. I don't write anything untrue here and I generally don't even mention names. Yet there are constantly people reading my journal just waiting for something to complain about. If they can figure out any way to be a pain in the ass they will. It makes me feel very constrained.

I need a pressure valve and, if I don't have a small friendly place to vent, it is going to come out elsewhere.

If some band commits to playing a show and then reneges on their deal, I could complain about it in my journal. Or I could complain about in places where a lot more people would find out my opinion. Or I could take legal action.

If some publisher was supposed to have compensated me more than a year ago and has not, I could complain about it in my journal. Or I could complain about in places where a lot more people would find out my opinion. Or I could take legal action.

If some model has used all of her resources to try to slander me because now she has a site too even if it is a puny one, I could complain about it in my journal. Or I could complain about in places where a lot more people would find out my opinion. Or I could take legal action.

I try to let my distress out in small personal venues, but I could complain a lot louder. I grew up a lawyer's daughter and I know a lot of people in the scene know I have sued people who have done me wrong in the past. Are people *trying* to get me to go after them? I just want to vent a little and get some advice from my friends online. But, if I can not do that, my frustration is not going to go away. It is going to fester. It is going to cause me more pain and I think that is really unfair. I do not feel like I am too big to be allowed to have a place to be personal. I would rather just murmur about my sorrow, my wish that the world I built my life and dreams around was not filled with ungrateful lazy backstabbers. I'm just sad about it and I don't want to fight. So, from the point of view of all those who oppose, ARE YOU TRYING TO FORCE ME TO GET YOUR ASSES IN THE RING? Because that is what denying me this outlet is going to get you -- bigger noise and lawsuits.

I'm still contemplating my resolutions for 2004 and there have been years I've resolved to sue people who deserved it. I take my resolutions seriously too.

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 . . .