Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Facebook Fanpage of the week - Zombie Books


Welcome to my life. Day 5749. Hello, my Bleeding Porkchops, today I bring you Lara's Freaky Facebook Fanpage of the week - Zombie Books. Zombie's incredibly poignant and lyrical book reviews are something be admired. Just check out the latest review of Day by Day Armageddon:



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ZOMBIE BOOKS

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

My Ancestor Caught Dracula!

Welcome to my life. Day 5748. Okay, so totally awesome news. So Mom and I finally have a moment together without stupid Helen sticking her nose in and Mom started telling me about our family tree. Well, it appears that back in Bulgaria, Mom was like a noble, a Countess. Of course when she came here, none of that shit mattered so she never even bothered telling us about it. Well, our family has a coat of arms and everything. This is it:



The main emblem is the crow with a ring in its mouth. Not sure yet what it means but I'm positive there's a story behind it. Just have to dig deeper.


Now the reason that this is so cool is that with this crest I can trace my ancestry. I mean, whenever this crest pops up in history, it has to belong to an old relative of mine, because that's how crests work. They're like historical fingerprints. I don't know if that how they were intended but they are our only real link to our pasts. I mean think about it, how many of us can really trace our history back more than a few of generations? so much happens that family history gets lost and diluted. Well, if you've got a family crest, you can trace it. So I started digging and I found out that I'm related to none other that Matthias Corvinus. Matthias who, you ask? Only the dude who captured Dracula! Or the dude that Dracula was based on! That's right. Matthias Corvinus (Corvo means crow in Latin) imprisoned one Vlad The Impaler, otherwise known as Vlad Dracula. If you don't believe me, check out his bio on Wiki:

MATTHIAS CORVINUS



Naturally this explains a great deal. I wish Mom had come clean about this sooner. I wonder what else she's keeping from us.

Monday, September 7, 2009

You-Do-Voodoo

Welcome to my life. Day 5747. Just got back from camping. Worst three days of my life! Had to share a tent with my snoring ass sister! Cannot believe the sounds that escape from that pretty little pug when the sun goes down. Snorting and wheezing. I thought I was sleeping next to a werewolf! Other animals started howling too. I swear they were answering her call. We were lying end to end and every time I fell asleep, she'd kick me in the face. Dad decided he was Ernest fucking Hemingway and spent the entire time trying to teach himself how to fish. He finally caught one but it was 'stolen' by a snapping turtle. Dad claimed the fish would keep better in the water. The turtle had other ideas.



Mom spent the whole time freaking out about bears. But she did take us mushroom picking. Somehow she knows all the right mushrooms to pick. She learned from her grandmother in Bulgaria. We picked a big garbage bag full of them. Mom dries them and makes mushroom soup which is the bomb! That's like the only thing Helen and I agree on. Put like a dollop of sour cream in there, a little dill, nothing like wild mushroom soup. Of course, in the dark arts, mushrooms are a common ingredient in spells and potions. I kept a few for myself, including a couple that Mom told me to throw away because they were poisonous. I got this cool book from Max at the Freakatorium. It's called You-Do-Voodoo by Herbert Hoviak. Copyright 1981. It's very rare and out of print so you won't find it on Amazon or anything. You have to search out some old book stores. There are still a few copies in circulation. Anyway, poisonous toadstools are in practically every spell. No wonder they're 'poisonous'. If you're not fortunate enough to find Hoviak's opus, you can go to here to purchase spells individually:

VOODOO SPELLS


I tried the love spell on Billy Mathews but it didn't seem to work. You should have seen me trying to get strands of his hair. Very embarrassing. I don't want to go into it. Anyway, he kind of looked my way a couple of times but then he like totally embarrassed me in front of everyone and I haven't really liked him since. I'm still saving up for the revenge potion though. Can't say left any stone unturned.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Band of the Week - Jezabella Kipp



Welcome to my life. Day 5746. God what a bore! The entire family - that is me, my shitty sister, Helen, gay brother, Raymond, Mom and Dad are cramming into the Jeep Compass to go CAMPING for the labor day holiday! Can you picture little miss perfect camping? Well, she's all into it. bought herself some designer hiking boots and everything. I'm like, doesn't that defeat the purpose of hiking boots? Having them be all designer and shit? Mine are from Sally's Vintage as most of my clothes are. Sally gets all the cool stuff and gives me great discounts. I'm not one of those Goths who has to wear chains and pierce my face a million times. I'm more of a classic Goth. As Goths should be. I mean, that's like the whole meaning of the word - old and classic. I mean, I get the whole death fixation part of it but really it's about all that is dark and beautiful. Nowadays it's just become rebellion.

Anyway, this should be good. In the meantime you will love with this totally dark and soulful band of the week. The band is really this chick and her backup band and her name is Jezabella Kipp. She's French and oh so smooth. Her music will hypnotize you and make you feel totally sexy. Share it with that special Goth someone. For those of you in Los Angeles (I wish) and with a proper fake ID, Jezabella is performing live tonight at the Viper Room.

Here's her site:

JEZABELLAMUSIC.COM

Friday, September 4, 2009

Person of the week to hate - My Sister Helen

Welcome To my life. Day 5745. Is it me? Or is the whole world on crack?! Today I read this article about how in fifty years there's going to be no more fish in the ocean. Well, there'll be fish but it will be illegal to fish for them cause there just won't be enough. I didn't realize fish was so popular. I've never been a big fan myself. But still! It's like that movie The Matrix said, humanity is a virus on the planet. We just consume and destroy. And then we pretend like everything is all rosy. I've gotta say, I'm not happy with the world I'm inheriting. You all have done a shitty job with it. All you do is judge everybody else with your antiquated values, meanwhile the things that really matter get swept under the rug. Oh, I'm speaking to the previous generation. You suck!

Anyway, this week's Person Of The Week to Hate is my sister, Helen. I'm sure she'll dominate this category. Here's a picture of our family from last Christmas.





Helen is the one that looks like she just jumped out of a Norman Rockwell painting. She represents everything that I hate. People who are fake and superficial. Funny thing is she thinks she's going to save the world. Ha! How, by cheerleading your way into the oval office? I guess that's about right. Just look at Sarah Palin. A pretty face will get you pretty far in this world. Me, I don't have that problem. I mean, I'm not an ogre or anything but I don't have boys knocking down my door asking me to the prom. (she does!) You might say I'm jealous of her but that couldn't be further from the truth. Who the hell would want to be the center of attention all the time, anyway?

Oh, did I mention she's my twin? Mom says we were fighting inside her stomach. I don't doubt it. That's probably the main reason I hate her. The fact that she's made me hate my birthday! Every year she has a party with all her stupid friends and I'm basically forced to sit around by myself in the corner. Nightmare!

But the main reason Helen gets Person Of The Week To Hate is because I just got my order from Thetinytragedies.com. For those of you that don't know it, it's run by this chick, Coral Armour and for a small fee she'll create for you a personalized Tiny Tragedies doll display. Check out this absolutely AWESOME (!!!) display she made for me. It's a depiction of my hate for my sister Helen. It's called Target Practice. This is going right next to my Anne Rice altar.



If you want your own made check out:

THETINYTRAGEDIES.COM

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Puke Flick of the Week - District 9



Welcome to my life. Day 5744. Finally saw that District 9 flick. Had to sneak in after buying a ticket to Harry Pooper. Here's my review:

Ok. So these slimy, sluggy aliens land on our planet. In South Africa, of all places. Haven't they heard of Apartheid? So what do they do? Do they use their superior technology to wipe us out and take over? No! They settle down in a shanty slum like something out of a refugee crisis you'd see on CNN. And they just chill there for twenty years! Until they become a burden on the city and need to be moved to another slum.

In charge of this move is a hapless bureaucrat named Wikus (pronounced Vikus), played by some guy I never heard of named Sharlto Copley. Wikus is the sort of marginal character that usually gets eaten by a T-Rex in the first act of a Jurassic Park movie. Yet here he is not just the main character, but the only one! While going door to door evicting Prawns (a derogatory name for the aliens), Wikus finds some special extra-terrestrial dildo that squirts in his face and gradually begins to turn him into... yes, a Prawn. First of all, there is no scientific precedence for any species suddenly changing its DNA and becoming another species. Genetic evolution is something that occurs over thousands of years, not twenty minutes. Unless the aliens themselves are that way because this jizz turned them into these sluggy monsters. Which means that they might actually resemble humans in their natural state which could have been an interesting subplot but the film doesn't really go into that. No, Wikus just has a very bad case of the Jeff Goldblums. The first thing to 'turn' is Wikus' hand, which becomes a sort of reptilian claw. But here let's take a pause to examine the aliens themselves.



The Prawns are definitely more animal than human. They live like pigs, with social graces that would make Klingons cringe and their motivation does not seem to extend beyond their obsession with cat food. Another unexplained phenomenon. Like, what's in cat food that's not in dog food? They trade all their weapons and technology for the stuff. Which brings us to the next point. Are they aimless, stupid creatures or are they actually far more intelligent than we are? Their technology is obviously more advanced than ours. I mean, they got here, for Christ's sake! Yet they live in pitiful squalor and do everything we tell them to do and just basically bend over every time a human raises his foot. WTF?! It's hard to have any respect for these aliens. Why did they make their weapons in the first place if all they're good for is trading for cat food? Is there something in our atmosphere that makes them retarded?




But get this, only the Prawns can use their own weapons which require some sort of genetic signature just to press the trigger. This brings us back to Wikus, who with his new Prawn claw, now finds himself able to fire Photon Cannons and such. This, of course, makes him tres valuable and pretty soon he finds himself on an operating table, ready to be dissected for some reason that went right over my head. Wikus, with his newly acquired super-strength, breaks out of the lab and goes into hiding in District 9, the alien slum.




The rest of the plot revolves around re-acquiring the E.T. dildo as it apparently is the key to the Prawns leaving Earth. To go where is also a mystery. Presumably they will just dock on some other planet and become a nuisance on some other species. What they should do is grab some of those guns that only they can use and take over our planet like any normal alien would!

In the end, this movie didn't make a whole lot of sense. The special effects were pretty cool with lots of gooey gore and alien splattering goodness so it totally qualifies for Puke Flick of the Week. But in the end I'd rather feel terror for my aliens than pity. Get back to me when these Prawns grow a pair.

2 stars.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Thing of the week - The Gogirl


Welcome to my life. Day 5743. Hello, my cuddletarts, time for Lara's funky thing of the week. Those of you familiar to my Superfan pages will know that I am a fan of several wonderful and innovative inventions such as the Roomba - automated vacuum cleaner and cat litter (also known as C Litty). This week I bring you the Gogirl - a device that allows women to pee standing up. It's amazing to me that no one has thought of this before. Undoubtedly it will eventually give rise to the feminal - girl's urinal. The device is actually a sort of diagonal funnnel with like a wide suction top that looks like a mini-bedpan. On their site they have chicks skiing and rowing boats (presumably with gogirls attached to their twats) and their slogan is, "Don't take life sitting down." That's right! No longer will women have to suffer the indignities of rolling out handfuls of toilet paper to cover that nasty seat in the womens' John (shouldn't it be called Jane?)! In this day and age it's hard to believe we share toilet seats at all. You might as well go and do a naked butt-rub with a thousand strangers. So, you may laugh, and men will think we're just trying to be like them (as if!) but this is actually a very practical, hygienic (I had to look up that spelling) device that will surely stop the spread of many types of butt ailments. I wonder if they come in black.

Order yours today at GO-GIRL.COM

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Nightmare Read of the week - Meat


Welcome to my life. Day 5742. Ola, Vampiros, mios. I think that means something. This week's Nightmare Read of the week is in honor of my sister, Helen, the vegetarian. It's called Meat. Having done everything in her power to ruin my life, (like telling the whole school that I padded my bra in the 8th grade and having Jimmy Pompadukis stuff his hand down my shirt and come up with my old tube socks! For which he only got three days detention! I wanted to press charges! That's sexual assault, man! but Mom persuaded me not to - a mistake I regret to this day.) I now begin to wage an all out campaign to ruin hers. This first shot may be small but it's the thought that counts.

Meat is a strange story about this town in the middle of nowhere that really likes to eat meat. There's like a religious seriousness about how they eat their meat. But where does the meat come from? I haven't actually read the book or anything. I'm too busy reading The Vampire Lestat for the 28th time. You'll find that my blog isn't really about reviewing but more about announcing. Occasionally I will say what's what but mostly, I'm just spreading news that comes my way via my awesome online networking skills. But I'm definitely planning on giving this one a read. Either that or it'll be something I pretend to read whenever Helen is in the room. That should get some nice reactions. Anyway, rock on, meat lovers! This one's for you.

Here's a link to the Book's site:

MEATNOVEL.COM