My pussy has a first name. It’s B-r-i-t-n-e-y. It’s okay, she can’t spell. My pussy does not have a last name, for obvious legal reasons. And today I found out that my pussy can write. To my great dismay, she wrote me this letter: Hey Violet, hihihi! Omigawd, how are you? I’m like, totally fine…
Year: 2005
Sorceror’s Apprentice
Last night Jonno gave me the keys to Fleshbot and cut me loose — I’ve been totally freaking out and shaking like an heiress’ inbred pooch ever since. He’s on his way to LA to cover the GayVN’s, and after a week of me feeding him 4-6 posts a day, with him as a sassy…
Building destruction video
Sent to me just now: cool time-lapse video of the death of the Chicago Sun Times building. Begins with men, ends with machines, all destruction, yay! Warning: sappy music, but evokes a nice meditative mood… http://www.pixelplay.org/jeff/suntimes/
Suicide rejecto girl
I’m procrastinating that thing I have to write for Playgirl. Not because I don’t want to, not because I’m out of ideas (not by a longshot), not because I got my shuffle and it takes like a thousand hours to charge (but — w00t!), and not because it’s hard to tone down my fantasies for…
Caption contest!
This picture needs something. Don’t you think? It needs your love. Look, I’ve read some of the hilarious things you’ve written in my photo album (many times making my nose into a water/coffee/wine shooter). So here’s the plan: Give this photo a caption. I will pick three hi-larry-us winners: the winners, in tribute to the…
Up Late, With Port
I’m really sinking my teeth into my job as a Fleshbotette — what girl doesn’t love trolling weird porn sites all day and seeking out visual sex adventures going on tips and hints? But here is the fun side effect I know you will love: some things are just *way too weird* to go on…
Wired x3
I’m in this month’s Wired! Annalee Newitz features me in her (print and web) article about Adam Curry and Podcasting. So that means I’ve “done” Wired three times — the other two being a Wired.com story and Gina Lynn’s Wired column. Though I guess technically, that means Wired has “done” me… Hmmm. Hot or not?
Incoming Missile: Hired As Fleshbot Editor
Did you notice anything different about me? Not the hair. Nope, same boobs. That’s right — I changed my job. I know, I wanted to stay unemployed for as long as possible, but some sexy Italian guy made me an offer I just couldn’t resist. Now, if you go to Fleshbot, you’ll see my name…
Byrne blogs the show
And interestingly, links to my video and mentions my involvement with SRL, though does not connect the two… His description of spending time with Extra Action is really perfect. “Sexy utopia.” http://www.davidbyrne.com/tour_journal_04.php I have decided that I want to be a combination of David Byrne and Hunter S. Thompson and Ballard when I grow up.…
Je m’appelle gin-soaked girl
I didn’t get out of the Fillmore last night until around 1am. The entire band, and David, and David’s band had left, and I counted out the merchandise with the Fillmore staff, finally exchanging hugs with the big, mean security guards on my way out — they nicknamed me “baby-doll.” When I finally made it…