Friday, October 21, 2005

October's finest week

So this has been apretty Kickass week in general.
Let's recap some of the Web's finest moments:

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Awww...look at the darling little Neo Nazis!

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Bob Saget and Dave Coulier are FILTHY!

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Seems like the gang of LOST are acting like a bunch of drama QUEENS


Last but not least, I juss wanna give a shout-out to all my progressive brothas and sistahs out there. Good week everyone. Now let's get rid of MIERS CHENEY LIBBY ROVE DE LAY AND FRIST.

While we're at it, let's remember 2008


TANNED RESTED AND READY!
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And just for Kicks...
This bitch is so fake, she's managed to master her only "look".
DIE!
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Alf Needs...

Coors

Ok, so i stole this from my friend DINAH who's blog PUFF PIECE is permanently linked to on the sidebar.
The premise is as follows:

You go to google. You enter "YOUR NAME needs". Now I know my friends, and I know that they would never even consider typing "YOUR NAME", but if you are a random dipshit that stumbled across this, and were confused by the instructions...

Then google will respond with what you need. Then you post your five favorites. In no particular order.

ALF needs some sort of service registry.

* I couldn't agree more, I can't keep all my services in line as it is.

ALF needs to start a revolution of public opinion.

* what do you think this Blog is for?

Alf needs a family where he can be with people as much as possible.

*Oh god! It's like google can see into my SOUL.

ALF needs our help in raising funds to prevent, treat and cure hepatitis

* Please send checks or money orders c/o Alfredo LaMont...

ALF needs help with bathing and dressing himself.

*Please send your daughters and virgins c/o Alfredo LaMont...

Holy Shit!

All LaMont family members have their quirks. My dad for example, can't understand that restaurants don't serve Diet Root Beer. It never fails, we'll go out to outback, or chili's or some such place, and my father will burden the waitstaff with his request. DIET ROOT BEER. Does that even exist? Waitstaff tell their friends in the back, who I'm sure tell their families that some man has ordered Diet Root Beer again despite having been in last week, and had been denied his ficticious drink then as well. My mother has the tendency to insist almost violently, that people loosen up. She's been known to hit employees over the head with blunt objects, when they seemed not at ease enough at the employee xmas party. Me, I can't tie my shoelaces, but my brother has two very interesting issues that starngely convereged in Manchester england yesterday.

My father and brother are both members of the SIT ON THE CRAPPER FOR TWO HOURS WHILE READING ALL THE PAPER club.
I was not invited. Though I enjoy regular movements and reading material, I refuse to devote any more time than is necessary to the act of pinching a loaf. My brother and my father however, seem to have made the john their domain of two hours. I'm not airing family laundry and pooping habits for no reason. See, i've also always been wildly entertained by my brother's irrational fears. My brother has phobias that cover everything from horses, to driving in Los Angeles, to well...snakes. So you can imagine my giggling joy when i came across the following article.

snake in a pooper

A 10ft boa constrictor has been captured after popping up in the loos of a posh block of flats in Manchester.
The snake had terrified tenants since it was first spotted in a toilet last week, reports the Mirror.
It's believed to have been living in sewage pipes for three months after being abandoned by an evicted tenant three months ago.
People had to put bricks on their loo seats to stop the snake, which has been named Keith, slipping into their bathrooms.
Firemen were called in to try to track him down in the pipework but a brave resident of the West Didsbury flats finally trapped him in a bucket.
Keith is now in the care of the RSPCA.
Spokesman Jimmy Ratcliff, an expert on exotic animals, said: "They can swim very well and can hold their breath for more than 20 minutes - though what is out of the ordinary is the size of this snake.
"It has probably been eating rats in the sewer, where it appears to have been living quite happily."

Oh man, just the mental image of my brother prepping for poo, and finding a Boa on his sacred throne, is enough to send me into fits of hilarity.

Just wanted to share.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Indictment Bingo


Indictment Bingo
Originally uploaded by alflamont.
Any other Progressive tongues drooling? I saw the headline "DC Braces for Cheney Announcement" and I soiled myself.

Witch Hunt Anyone?

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Some people...


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Originally uploaded by alflamont.
So i answer and ad on craigslist for a roomate situation. She replies, saying that I'm an asshole.

I reply kinda confused...then this cutesy exchange gets posted on craigslist.
Please note she omits her original insult, and my inquiry.

http://losangeles.craigslist.org/roo/103703176.html

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Alfghanistan Redux


alfghanistan
Originally uploaded by alflamont.
So I've Coddled my baby Duchy and see how she has grown!


The Grand Duchy of Alfghanistan
"Podex Perfectus Est"

UN Category: Scandinavian Liberal Paradise

Civil Rights:
Superb
Economy:
Fair
Political Freedoms:
Very Good

Location: 1 George Bush Too Many


The Grand Duchy of Alfghanistan is a huge, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its punitive income tax rates. Its compassionate population of 276 million enjoy extensive civil rights and enjoy a level of social equality free from the usual accompanying government corruption.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, socially-minded government stops and the rest of society begins, but it is mainly concerned with Social Welfare, although Healthcare and Education are secondary priorities. The average income tax rate is 92%, and even higher for the wealthy. Private enterprise is illegal, but for those in the know there is a slick and highly efficient black market in Book Publishing.

Appendix transplant figures recently doubled, all recreational drugs are legal, 'The Anti-Government Hour' is a popular programme on many of Alfghanistan's radio stations, and all guns must be registered. Crime -- especially youth-related -- is totally unknown. Alfghanistan's national animal is the Puffin, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its currency is the Doh.


Alfghanistan is ranked 4th in the region and 690th in the world for Most Beautiful Environments.

Betrayal


Betrayal of Christ
Originally uploaded by alflamont.
What a strange month it has been.
September flew in, heralded my twenty-ninth birthday, kicked my ass around a few times, spit on my face, force fed me black licorice, poked fun at my weight, and stole my girl. And then, in the final week of this wrenched month, it picked me up, apologized handed me fifty dollars, and offered to have my car washed. I speak in metaphors of course, but I found that an overriding sense of betrayal seemed to be in the air.

I felt betrayed, my health betrayed me, I betrayed my friend, my friend betrayed me, I betrayed myself. The government betrayed the people, the weather betrayed Mississippi, the Levies betrayed Nola. Tom betrayed Jerry, Fred betrayed Barney, Hurley Betrayed Locke, Napoleon betrayed Josephine. The whole betrayal thing felt like it was pummeling me like a leather clad dominatrix, and all I could do is sit there with a ball in my mouth and a thong made of rubber with a studded choker, and take it. Am I inherently deceitful? I seem to gloss over things when I’m around people, especially when all is wrong. Are people around me all as callous and self serving as I was? Will they ultimately abandon me for their own comfort? It gave me some serious pause. What kind of world do I inhabit that when faced with adversity I can become so self-centered. Wallowing in indulgent self-pity, and leading those around me into worry and hurt?

Despite my bouts with self-loathing this month, and through the high drama of betrayals, I have come to realize that now more than ever I believe in the inherent good and beauty of my friends and family. The people who surround me are a gift, each individual has seen the good in my heart and has chosen to stick it out. I can be a pain, yes. And so can they, but ultimately I do not keep bad company. At its worst, I keep good company with unfortunate issues. Even then, I find it difficult to stare someone and say goodbye, and punish them for things that I’m sure I would be guilty of too, if I was as totally fucked as they seem to be . My eyes forbid me to zone in on the weaknesses and baser instincts of friends, much like my friends choose to ignore mine when my shortcomings crawl out of my gut. Wallowing in anger and sadness is no way to live in this world. And if a friend fails me, I need only think of myself and how shallow I can be when I hurt inside. Ultimately a betrayal in the end is an admittance of weakness. I could not do what was right, because I am in pain. An excuse to be sure, but that sort of failure evokes pity in me, not anger. In the end, I appreciate and invoke the greatest gift of western civilization. The thing that brings the holiest and more beautiful aspects of us all to light, and allows us the next day to be a better person. Forgiveness. I thank you all for yours, and promise to act in kind.

How far must we fall?

Clintoncowboy-smI was watching Bill speaking intelligently on real problems. Adressing hunger,poverty, disease, discrimination. Such fluency, intelligence, confidence. And then the babbling twirp came on.

How reckless and destructive does a person have to be efore there is national outrage?
Gas prices not high enough? Three trillion dollars in deficit not wreckless enough? 2000 dead american boys and girls, and 14, 000 wounded not enough? The complete destruction of american cities not appaling enough? The assault on liberty, choice, and science isn't your thing?
What will it take?
I'm reminded of a scene in Hamlet.

Hamlet:
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man:
This was your President. Look you now, what follows:
Here is your President. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for at your age
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment
Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,
Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense
Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserved some quantity of choice,
To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Big Ass Calamari

Big Ass Calamari If you ever watch Disney cartoons, the most trouble a tentacled creature can cause is the occasional face suction of Donald while fishing, or Goofy while water skiing.

Yeah, there's the giant squid in 20000 Leagues, and Ursula the sea witch is part octopus, but I see those as aberrations. I mean, the Japanese eat LIVE octopii, and they don't seem to suffer one way or another. Unless you count their sex-pervert comic books, but I hardly think that's the fault of an octopus or squid.

Recently, it's come to my horrified attention that octopii are the smartest creatures, excluding mammals (Mammals rule!) in the wide sea. Now as you watchTHISvideo, I challenge you to think on our friend the giant squid (Caught on Film in it's natural habitat for the first time in history, and pictured above) who can grow to be over 100 feet in length

100 feet. Sperm whales are attacked by these guys.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

The Los Angeles Blackout of 2005

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The city of Los Angeles descended into lawlessness earlier this week as a power outage swept through the poorest neighborhoods of Los Angeles, causing devastation. The effects of the Power Outage Jeff's wrath were felt all along the southland from Burbank to Huntington Beach. Ted disrupted TV watching throughout Los angeles and the American Red Cross is asking people to donate tapes of Cops, the View, and Maury. People were caught off guard as the suddeness and furor of Jeff took its toll on the elderly and infirmed, and jobless.

"I was going to only drink HALF my frappucino and then put it in the freezer."
Said longtime Larchmont resident
"Now i have to finish it. I'm not sure what's going to happen."

Frappucinos weren't the only ones affected. The beverly center became a trap for hundreds of shoppers as Air conditioning went out despite the building's generators kicking in. Reports are hazy but at least two waifs were treated for sweating.

The true horror of Blackout Jeff developed as dozens of refugees swarmed to the Staples Center where police describe utter chaos as bathroom attendants ran out of mints, and cell phone coverage became "Spotty".

Beverly Hills, we are glad to say remained unnafected by the outage. The city's homeless run power generators can keep the Rodeo area running for at least two weeks, provided they shoot anyone trying to enter city limits, which they may do anyway.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

DEVO: The Next Generation


DEVO: The Next Generation
Originally uploaded by alflamont.
5th graders in Minnesota.

Whip it!

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

The happiest place on earth...FOR DEATH

minniegothOk, I've been holding out on you. The weekend preceding my birthday I took a little trip with my brother and his girlfriend. I've been hesitating admitting to this, because I wasn't sure if I could EVER hope to recount in vivid enough detail the pallid, puffy extravaganza of neo gothic/industrial nerdery that filled Disneyland on what is known amongst certain acne prone circles as….BATS DAY (Minor Chord Struck Violently on a rusty pipe organ).

On a day that I assume holds some sort of celestial importance for being prone to gay paradox, my brother, myself, and his girlfriend, all clad in summertime pastels and shorts. Found ourselves in the Happiest Place on earth surrounded by unhealthy looking people in makeup and leather.

Behold! Herr Spritz! Master of darkness! And the most homoertically charged teenage boy ever to don a military uniform. Kindly note the grim stares of his eeeevil wenches as they pose by the drug induced portrait of ALICE!
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Despite the obvious retardation and futility of wearing a leather corset in 100 degree weather, and then riding on splash mountain, or the fact that your makeup tends to run when you sweat like a hog in line to big thunder mountain. What was truly freakish wasn't so much the goth/industrial teens running (They don't really run do they? Moping? Is that the word? Lurching Perhaps?) around the park, but the horrible clash of cultures when older Goths who had bred, met face to face with the other freakishly clad families from the Midwest.

Picture with me, 200lb momma, 200lb Poppa, and their eight year old twin boys weighing in at a Buck fifty each. Wearing shorts, mouse ears, and NASCAR Tees. Now watch as they wait in Line next to 200 lb Momma in a schoolgirl outfit, 50lb Poppa in Neo's Outfit from the matrix, and their infant Gothling sportin a Mohawk, and black fingernail polish at the ripe age of two. To me, equally grotesque and chilling examples of people who never really grew out of a phase. Whatever the case, here we were all three groups at Disneyland. All of us laughing, spending money, and having a happy wholesome time at the happiest place on Earth. Kudos to the Disney company for achieving such inclusiveness at the risk of alienating the lame.

As for my nerdy, puffy, pasty, lords of darkness. The pierced, studded, chained, sickly, needy denizens of satan. You may be my mortal enemies on the outside, but in the line to Space Mountain, we are all six year olds standing on our tiptoes making sure we are tall enough to ride.

Batsday

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Happy Berfday to us!

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The Late Hillbilly Musician Conway Twitty Would be 72 Y'all

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The Late Boston Blockbuster Rocky Marciano would be 82. Adrian!

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Lilly Tomlin Completes 66 Ringy Dingys

gloria estefan
Rythm is gonna get Gloria Estefan at 48
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Barry Gibb is staying alive at 59

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Dr, Phill is still waiting to rot in hell at 55
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And with an optimistic eye to the future and team Zissou behind me, I'm 29....GACK!

Friday, August 26, 2005

It's Scientific Fact


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Originally uploaded by larrysf.
My uncle and my dad often get to arguing when we visit my Right-Wing, Fundamentalist, Evangelical family in Los Gatos (San Jose). My cousins and I understand the futility of these arguments, so the "Kids" stay away from the conversations, but very often my uncle and dad get pretty heated. Ultimately I've learned a few things about how the conservative christian mind works:

1. A fetus is more important than a felon or a foreigner

2. Dinosaurs and man Coexisted, Jonah was Swallowed by a whale that is now extinct

3. Saddam does/did have WMDs and they are buried in the Desert. He and Osama are buddies.

4. Gay people are gay by choice, and can be ungayed through prayer.

5. Hollywood is terrible for poking fun at the midwest in About Schmidt, but is Hillarious for making fun of itself in Sideways.

I think whenever I start hearing our families squabble about extinct mega whales that swallow mythical prophets I'll just break into this song.

It's Scientific Fact

Monday, August 22, 2005

R.I.P.H.S.T


R.I.P.H.S.T
Originally uploaded by alflamont.
My good friend and mentor HST was scattered in across the mountains of Colorado in a ceremony last Saturday. From a Friend in attendace, the party was a good time for everyone. Long enough after Hunter's first big bang, to allow all the melancholy to sink to the bottom, and allow the happy memories to float to the top.

It gives me pause. This Morning on NPR i was listening to a man who wrote and helps other old people write their obituaries. Remembrance is an interesting thing, and Hunter has no doubt achieved his immortality, but what about the rest of us? I read not long ago about a Pittsburgh man who was such a Steelers fan that he had himself propped up on a recliner with his jersey, for part of the wake.

Personally, I want to be sat in the audience. just propped up on a pew or whatever, as my freinds eulogise me they can see my grinning corpse.

Then, I wany my skull removed and cleaned, and donated to the UNC theater department for use in productions of Hamlet.

I want my ashes scattered on Invesco Field at Mile High, and I want a tombstone in L.A that reads:

"Here Lies Alf LaMont Who Died Heroically While Saving his Family from angry Zulus in the Natal Province
1976-1879"

I want that tombstone somwhere with a lot of foot traffic so people get creeped out thinking they are stepping on my grave while in reality my final resting place is in the heels and cleats of those damn Broncos who better win another superbowl before I die.

Just some thoughts.

Friday, August 19, 2005

His noodly glory unto thee...

Noodle

As you know, the backwards bumpkins of the Kansas school board have decided to force unto their students the preposterous theory of intelligent design as part of the science curriculum. In response, a youngster named Bobby Henderson has created a religion based on a Flying Spaghetti Monster, and the whole thing has snowballed brilliantly into an Anti Intelligent design movement. The
  • site
  • is pretty clever as well.
    Ask yourself WWFSMD?

    Update:
    Please take a moment to check out the
  • incredibly simplistic and ignorant website
  • created by world class RETARD "Dr." Ken Holvind.
    Pay particular attention to the appearnce schedule for Aug 28.

    That's right folks.. I was raised amongst them.

    Oh Christ No! No! Put it Away! Why God?


    carrottop

    As if he weren't tragic enough.
    As if his strange eyebrow plucking in the style of Gloria Swanson, didn't make him a total freak.
    I'm sure he's got some hilarious prop to describe steroid use.

    Wednesday, August 17, 2005

    Finally! A Match for Hercules the Liger


    Hot DAMN!!!!
    Originally uploaded by macslost.
    I'm usually for the imminent pulverisation of unwanted wildlife, but i have to say its a crime and a shame that those hilbillys in FLA couldn't see this animal as a delicious freak of nature that should be captured and oggled at by people with no teeth, not blasted away by some bumpkin.

    Orlando
    June 16, 2005


    Titusville - Anita and Charlie Rogers could hear the bellowing in the night. Her neighbors had been telling them that they had seen a giant alligator in the waterway that runs behind their house, but they dismissed the stories as exaggerations. "I didn't believe it," Charles Rogers said. Friday they realized the stories were, if anything, understated. Florida Parks and Wildlife game wardens had to shoot the beast. Joe Goff, a game warden with the Florida Parks and Wildlife Department, walks past a 13-foot, 1-inch alligator that he shot and killed in their back yard.

    Wednesday, August 03, 2005

    The Grand Duchy of Alfghanistan

    alfghanistan

    So when i found the sweet Nueva California Flag that I posted with my blue state rant, I came across
  • THIS
  • lovely "Build your own nation" site with a UN and all sorts of fun time-wasting stuff. Including the lovely Alfghani Flag (Pictured above and still in its Infant Stages)

    Behold...


    The Grand Duchy of Alfghanistan
    "Podex Perfectus Est"

    UN Category: Scandinavian Liberal Paradise

    Civil Rights:
    Excellent
    Economy:
    Basket Case
    Political Freedoms:
    Very Good


    Location: The North Pacific


    The Grand Duchy of Alfghanistan is a tiny, safe nation, notable for its punitive income tax rates. Its compassionate, intelligent population of 6 million enjoy extensive civil rights and enjoy a level of social equality free from the usual accompanying government corruption.


    It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, socially-minded government stops and the rest of society begins, but it is mainly concerned with Social Welfare, although Healthcare and Education are on the agenda. The average income tax rate is 57%, and even higher for the wealthy.


    Voting is voluntary. Crime -- especially youth-related -- is totally unknown. Alfghanistan's national animal is the puffin, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its currency is the Doh.

    For the Official Site of the Grand Duchy, please click
  • Tuesday, August 02, 2005

    Someone is more clever than I am...


    nueva california
    Originally uploaded by alflamont.
    Dear Red States:


    We're ticked off at the way you've treated California, and we've
    decided we're leaving. We intend to form our own country, and we're taking
    the other Blue States with us.

    In case you aren't aware, that includes
    Hawaii, Oregon, Washington,
    Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois and the
    entire Northeast. We believe this split will be beneficial to the nation, and
    especially to the people of the new country of New California. To sum up
    briefly: You get Texas, Oklahoma and all the slave states.

    We get stem cell research and the best beaches. We get Elliot Spitzer.
    You get Ken Lay. We get the Statue of Liberty. You get OpryLand. We get
    Intel and Microsoft. You get WorldCom.

    We get Harvard. You get Ole' Miss. We get 85 percent of
    America's venture capital and entrepreneurs. You get Alabama. We get
    two-thirds of the tax revenue; you get to make the red states pay their
    fair share. Since our aggregate divorce rate is 22 percent lower than the
    Christian Coalition's, we get a bunch of happy families. You get a bunch of
    single moms.

    Please be aware that Nuevo California will be pro-choice and
    anti-war, and we're going to want all our citizens back from Iraq at once. If
    you need people to fight, ask your evangelicals. They have kids
    they're apparently willing to send to their deaths for no purpose, and
    they don't care if you don't show pictures of their children's caskets
    coming home. We do wish you success in Iraq, and hope that the WMDs turn
    up, but we're not willing to spend our resources in Bush's
    Quagmire.

    With the Blue States in hand, we will have firm control of 80
    percent of the country's fresh water, more than 90 percent of the pineapple
    and lettuce, 92 percent of the nation's fresh fruit, 95 percent of
    America's quality wines (you can serve French wines at state dinners) 90
    percent of all cheese, 90 percent of the high tech industry, most of the
    U.S. low-sulfur coal, all living redwoods, sequoias and condors, all the
    Ivy and Seven Sister schools, plus Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Cal Tech
    and MIT.

    With the Red States, on the other hand, you will have to
    cope with 88 percent of all obese Americans and their projected health care
    costs, 92 percent of all U.S. mosquitoes, nearly 100 percent of the
    tornadoes, 90 percent of the hurricanes, 99 percent of all Southern
    Baptists, virtually 100 percent of all televangelists, Rush Limbaugh, Bob
    Jones University, Clemson and the University of Georgia.

    We get Hollywood and Yosemite, thank you.
    Additionally, 38 percent of those in the
    Red states believe Jonah was
    actually swallowed by a whale, 62 percent
    believe life is sacred unless
    we're discussing the death penalty
    or gun laws, 44 percent say that evolution is only a theory, 53 percent
    that Saddam was involved in 9/11 and 61 percent of you crazy bastards
    believe you are people with higher morals then we lefties.

    By the way, we're taking the good pot, too. You can have that dirt weed
    they grow in Mexico.

    Sincerely,
    Author Unknown in New
    California

    Monday, August 01, 2005

    Constantine

    As i recall the gist of that movie was that Keanu Reeves died, went to hell for two minutes, and then came back all changed.

    I was in hell for about a week, and though I'll skip over the details, let's just say that among the ruins of the last week of July Lies my residence, my vacation, and very nearly friends and job. So i'll spare you all the ghastly details work and friend realted, and move to the sordid affairs of Saturday and Sunday.

    I started the Day with the dropping off of Two Metric Tons of Laundry, one ton of Dry cleaning, and donating three elephant's worth to charity.

    Then, it was off to Little Tokyo for Lunch and the purchasing of accoutrements for the evening's festivities.

    My brother and i ate some Yakitori, bought some headbands, and huffed on over to the paradigm softball game, just in time to heckle some really deserving people.

    This is me at the beggining of the evening.
    alf

    Please note the fact that I am standing. This will not be the case later on.

    Drink Score:4

    We then prceeded to the beac, where a Karate Kid Party was in progress. Being the coolest guys there, my brother, Ice-man and I had a few drinks, talked to some chicks, scored some digits and continued to the next party.

    Drink Score:8

    At the next party I pour myself a bourbon on the rocks and eat a few rice crispy treats and a brownie or two,
    I recall nothing after that.

    mattnicksexyfacealfsmirk

    It's monday, and I'm still hung over.

    Tuesday, July 26, 2005

    Off to the Burn


    bm_bingo
    Originally uploaded by alflamont.
    Its settled folks, I'm going!

    Monday, July 25, 2005

    Aliens on my back

    zalienabductionI went and had a bit of hair maintenance done on my back this weekend.

    As I walked into the place (Vietnamese?) where the wax ladies are, i saw them recoil in horror.

    Rather than the usual one lady attending me, I was led back by two ladies this time, both short and almond eyed. They led me to a back room with a massage table and both of them went to work on my back. As I was sitting there under th clinical glow of flourecent bulbs, a thrid lady came in and began yapping away in Vietnamese? Taiwanese?
    As the other two happily ripped hair from my back

    I thought to myself, this is exactly what an alien abduction must feel like.

    Friday, July 22, 2005

    Hooray for...

    poisonholly

    My friend who works by the beach often comments on how strange "Hollywood People" are to outsiders, and how the town is often reffered to as Hollyweird. The remarks Irk me. I make a living in this town, and so do hundreds of normal people who eat, drink , sleep, and shit like everyone else. Of course we sell OUR shit. Anyway, I point out that beach communities are often ugly and prematuely aged due to sun damage, and that aloha floral prints went out in the late nineties.

    Today, i got a rare dose of Hollywood at its most primal. All I can say, is that the desperation of an Actor who needs work, is a sad and sorry affair.

    We get a call at 11:00 for an actor from Australia, who happens to be gay, and Asian. The role is of a Psychotic fashion Designer from Australia, of Asian persuasion, who is gay. Well, huzzah! The Day has come. Now mind you, this man is not a client. He's a friend of my boss, and this is a favor. Well, here's his opportunity. Unfortunately the Appointment is same day! Aiieee! In two Hours! Aieee Aieee! We call. His cell has been disconnected. We call his friend's house (Where he is staying), we talk...he has no car. My boss then offers to have me drive him.

    Drive my new car? To the Disney Lot? And skip out on Work? On A Gorgeous day? Helllzyeah!

    We drive there, and I get all giggly at the whimsy that surrounds the workers of the House of Mouse. We get to the place, sit down, and await his turn.

    He goes into the office, and there's much screaming.
    Actors.

    He comes out sniffling, and all flustered,
    Whatever...Let's go.
    We're walking out, and I notice he had a bottle.

    "You got a bottle of wine out of it."

    I quip.
    He continues to walk and nods,

    "And some Fake Blow,"
    In pseudo surprise.

    He then tells me he spit on and Licked the assistant who was reading with him.

    Jesus Fucking Christ.
    Does no one ever tell these monkeys, that you don't lick and spit on people for ANY reason?

    So we get a PISSED I mean, PISSED call from the Casting Directors.
    So we field calls back and forth all day on this idiot, and we get a phone call from Las Vegas. One of my Boss' friends has a great Australian Daredevil she needs to meet. He's going to jump over the sphynx of the Luxor on an ATV.

    Fucking great. And maybe he'll whip it out and piss on the audience as he sails to his death.

    Fucking Australians.
    Fucking Actors.
    Fucking Hollywood.

    Thursday, July 21, 2005

    Tired Old Ass, Film Reviews.

    Waldorf&Statler
    Statler and Waldorf of Muppets fame are reviewing movies for the time being. To my suprise, despite the lame "Family friendly" muppet stuff, they manage to get across some zingers on Hollywood. They make a pretty funny comment about prefering Gene Wilder of Johnny Depp. In fact, I enjoyed it enough to add it permantly to the sidebar as "Movie Reviews". Add that to my friend's blogs, and the weather by David Lynch...yessir. I'm achieving the swig of Alf nicely.

    Wednesday, July 20, 2005

    Final frontier.


    scottycomputer
    Originally uploaded by alflamont.
    [faced with a 20th century computer]
    Scotty: Computer. Computer?
    [Bones hands him a mouse and he speaks into it]
    Scotty: Hello, computer.
    Dr. Nichols: Just use the keyboard.
    Scotty: Keyboard. How quaint.

    1920-2005

    Master Shake


    Master Shake
    Originally uploaded by alflamont.
    For the third time this month, someone has compared me to Master Shake from ATHF. I'm not bragging, i'm just saying some people know and others think. Me..I'm a knower.

    Thursday, July 14, 2005

    Liberte' Egalite' Fraternite' ...Blogite'

    louis16-execution
    Joyeux fete nacional a tous mes amis.
    Si vouz voulez ecouter La Marseillese, cliquez sur le link aux le sidebar qu dite "Weather". Merci a Le grand Directur et fou professional David Lynch.


    Viola" Pour leurs qui veut chanter avec la musique.

    Allons enfants de la Patrie, 
    Le jour de gloire est arrivé! 
    Contre nous de la tyrannie! 
    L'étendard sanglant est levé (bis) 
    Entendez-vous dans nos campagnes 
    Mugir ces féroces soldats? 
    Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras. 
    Egorger vos fils, vos compagnes! 

    Refrain:
    Aux armes citoyens, 
    Formez vos bataillons 
    Marchons, marchons 
    Qu'un sang impur 
    Abreuve nos sillons 

    Tuesday, July 12, 2005

    Urban Warfare

    LV gun
    I was walking down Melrose with my new camera and my friend, when we came across this interesting window display. It's very Britney Spears.Perfect for the gun rack in the H2
    LV gun2

    Monday, July 11, 2005

    Nobody Knows the trouble I've seeen.....

    Inmate

    I was recently chatting with a bunch, I mean about 8-10 people from my circle friends. I don't like to brag, but I have often commented on the upward mobility and top 1 percentileness of the people I tend to hang out with. Having been shocked at some of my brother's group of friends, and their shaky lifestyles (I noticed several youngsters bearing many woulds of varying severity). And though I can't say all my friends are entirely guiltless of acquiring wounds within their years, I certainly can say, with pride, that there are no fresh wounds on any of my friends. I can say the same about unwanted pregnancies, drug addiction, violence in general. My group is a stable, sane group of well employed, and well educated people. Shockingly, as i was conversing with the nine, I found out a lesser known fact about all my chums. We have all, at one point or another, been handcuffed, put in the back of a Police cruiser, and taken to a holding facility of one form or another for various stretches of time. How can this be? As a group we range from the mild mannered librarian types, to the beastly binge-weekend types, but all of us had some time in the clink, and the stories to share. Here are some interesting Figures for you all to digest.



    Since 1976, the USA has executed more than 970 prisoners. In 2004, 59 prisoners were executed (an average of one per week). Between 1990-2005, the USA executed the most child offenders in the world.

    In 1968, there were 517 prisoners on death row in the USA. Currently, more than 3,400 are on death row waiting to be executed - legally. Death row numbers have increased about 4.9 times as fast as the American population. 68% of all death verdicts are eventually reversed by courts, due to various serious errors in the criminal justice system. Since 1973, 119 prisoners have been exonerated from death row.

    The USA incarcerates the most people per head of population than any other country in the world. More than 2.2 million of the world's 8 million prisoners are incarcerated in the USA (1 in every 75 males). The USA has over half-million more prisoners than China, with only one-quarter of China's population. Since 1980, the USA incarceration rate has more than tripled. Currently, 6.9 million Americans make up the correctional population. More than 4 million Americans are on probation and 800 thousand are on parole.

    1 in every 31 Americans are either in prison, in county jail, in police custody, on probation, on parole, or on community service.

    Each year, the USA incarcerates more than 10 million people. More than 2.3 million child offenders are arrested every year. More than 10,000 child offenders are held in high risk adult prisons.


    Each year, there are some 3,000 reported deaths-in-custody. Ten years ago, only 150 deaths-in-custody were reported. The incarceration rate in the USA is currently 726 per 100,000 people. Almost two thirds of world countries have incarceration rates of 150 or below, per 100,000 people. The USA has the toughest prison sentences in the world, which include the death sentence and life in prison without parole.


    On average, the USA homicide rate is 7-9 per 100,000 population. Texas, the country's leading execution state, has actually experienced an increase in the homicide rate. In the city of Los Angeles alone, there are 20-50 murders every 24 hours. The USA has the highest rates of childhood homicide, suicide and firearm-related deaths among 25 industrialised countries. There are more than 28,000 gun-related deaths every year in the USA. The overall firearm-related death rate among American children less than 15 years of age is 12 times higher than in all 25 industrialised countries combined. The overall firearm-related homicide rate is nearly 16 times higher. The firearm-related suicide rate is nearly 11 times higher.

    (source: U.S. Bureau of Justice stats - Nov. 2004, FBI stats, USA Sentencing Project, USA Department Health and Human Services, Death Penalty Information Centre, International Centre for Prison Studies, Amnesty International)

    Now get this.

    In 2005, the adult correctional population reached a record high. If recent incarceration rates remain unchanged in the USA, an estimated 1 in every 19 Americans will be incarcerated during their lifetime.

    Seems like we'll all be having a criminal past in common.

    Sunday, July 10, 2005

    Elephant Girl

    Elephant Girl

    My friend Ben and I were sipping margaritas and noshing on Nachos one Saturday after sunning ourselves at a local Beach. As is common in Los Angeles, a woman more beautiful than we could have ever imagined walked into the restaurant. Our Cabo-Cantina Venus, was escorted by a very tough, but very miserable looking bald man who looked peeved, as his girlfriend or ward (It's tough to tell sometimes) chatted away on a heavily blinged Blackberry. As we both oggled the scene and wiped drool from our chins, young Benny turned and asked, with the wide eyes of inexperience,
    "Do I even want a girl that hot?"

    I recounted this tale:


    In Old Siam, before it was known for gender bending, the elephant was revered as something of a holy creature. Even to this day, the elephant is known as an object of good luck in Thailand, and can be seen branded on the lower backs of many teenage prostitues. No other animal holds higher esteem in Thai culture.

    When a WHITE elephant is born in Thailand, the entire country goes apeshit. The king and the entire royal family, travel to wherever the elephant is, and have some sort of party I think. I'm not exactly sure of the details, but I'm pretty sure they put a costume on the elephant, not a wig or anything like that, but gold and stuff. Regardless, the WHITE elephant is the ultimate symbol of good fortune and holiness in Thailand. You will even find it on the national flagThai Naval Flag

    However, an astute king, King Rama the Somethingth, was known to present white elephants to nobles who displeased him.

    How could this be? Why would you gift a priceless animal, who embodies all that is holy and fortunate, to your enemies?

    King Rama knew that an elephant makes for a terrible gift. They eat much more than anyone but the extremely wealthy can afford, they run rampant over gardens, poop small houses evey five minutes, and are generally stinky and unpleasant. Very often this amazing gift spelled ruin for the haughty nobles, who could not return or deny such a blessed creature.

    Much like going to the zoo and seeing elephants. You admire and love them from afar, but what would you ever do with one if you owned it?

    Friday, July 08, 2005

    Sin City Brings Blog Notoriety

    Vegas
    So I was in Las Vegas for the fourth of July weekend, and despite coming home pennyless and with a severe case of Post-Party depression, my friend Nick and I, who share the distinciton of being the two most clever and arcane assistants in Hollywood, scored blog gold. While skipping down the 200 degree pavement, on our way to the classless, ego-trip known as the Wynn (Where people can see a Lamborghini!!), we were handed one of many call girl cards that help keep the immigrant poulation of Las Vegas employed. One in particular caught Nick's eye.

    "I think that's Elisha Cuthbert"

    Knowing Elisha From the Thighmaster's Endless Raves, and being a fan myself, i went and picked up the already discarded card. Sure enough, the milky-white mug and pouty lips of one miss Cuthbert appeared with the promise of $47 gratification (Visa and Mastercard accepted). Nick exclaims
    "This would be great Defamer material"
    I agreed and stored the card in my wallet as Nick did the same.
    Nick Submits to defamer and BAM! There it is. Our favorite Blog posts something from our trip. Not two seconds later my other favorite Blogs (Thighs Wide Shut, and Pink is the New Blog) also have comments. Glowing in the light of our victory, i start thinking..I SHOULD HAVE POSTED HERE! And then LINKED to the other blogs so I could get more traffic. Nonetheless, this proves that we are just petty enough, and just strange enough to run with the big dogs. Now If only I weren't so Lazy about posting, and if only Nick got a Blog....Ahem.
    cuthbert-handbill-lrg

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