who's that peakin in my window...

POW! nobody now! got an email today thanking me for registering for webcamclub.com. (picture me laughing my ass off.) i have no idea what this site is, or how i might have "registered" for it, but i definitely thought that it was funny as hell that i qualified for membership. i was thinking maybe this was like getting an honorary doctorate from a university just for being really rich. like, have i logged enough webcam hours to automatically earn myself magna cum laude webcam status? i think so.

however, after the funny wore off from receiving that notification i started wondering how in the hell they really did target me with this email. i haven't ever heard of this site. (which i also can't check right now because my job BLOCKS access to the damn thing! that can't be good.) they managed to get my email, which isn't really a huge deal i guess, because every spammer on earth can do that. but still, slightly unnerving. and the log in is definitely sumthin that i could see myself using, which begins to beg the question, are they hacked into my mind. different topic. lastly, and definitely not the least of all of my concerns is if someone has managed to actually gain access to my webcam sessions. if so, let me take this opportunity to apologize to any ladies who may find themselves featured on some barely legal hot latin teens porn site. but hell, i did tell you i'd make you famous, right.

tortured souls.

so i promise not to do this too often. i know it's a crappy way to start the morning. but maybe it'll actually help us all appreciate the day just a bit more. so i hit the wire again this morning to check what was going on in the world and found out that alexander mcqueen, the british fashion designer, was found dead in his house this morning. cops are calling it a suicide for now. i can't say that mcqueen's stuff was exactly my style, but there is no denying that homeboy was a beast in the game.

i often hear people talk about what a waste it is for someone to take their own life, and when it's a rich celebrity you inevitably get the comments about how the common man would never throw it all away like that. i submit this, you never know what's going on in a person's mind. and one fact that i find to be undeniably true is that the most talented people in this world often have the most persuasive demons. however it shakes out, i hope alex has found some peace today, and that we all may cherish this day that much more.

uuuhhhh...yes please.

thank god for women's lib.

so i'm checking out the news today, and come across a stimulating (intellectually, of course) article about who made the cover of this year's S.I. Swimsuit Issue. if you haven't had the pleasure of discovering this news, the young lady happens to be Andy Roddick’s wife. good for you Andy. so i'm thinking, hot girls, sports. sports, hot girls. so naturally my mind makes its way to women's pole vaulting. (gotta love the intricacies of the human brain.) so if you're thinking women's pole vaulting, only one name should come to mind. no, not the 10 time world champion Yelena Isinbayeva, but rather the NO TIME world champion hottest pole vaulter ever Allison Stokke. so from thinking about Allison, my next thought was naturally how happy i am that women have progressed so far in our society that they no longer have to wear lots of clothes during athletic competition...or during any other time for that matter. thank you bra burners!

oh, couple of side notes. Yelena Isinbayeva is still pretty hot...from certain angles. and two...just wanted to give the ladies a little sumthin. after all, how could i dare write a post celebrating women's equality without being equal?

super style...uuuh, i guess so.

you know what looks good all the time? winning. so i went into yesterday’s game cheering for the other guys. yeah, yeah, yeah. mostly i was fine with either team winning. my only gripe, like every other year this happens, is all the damn bandwagon jumpers. look, call it "a feel good story." call it "your team sucked this year and you had to root for somebody." call it anything, but don't call yourself a fan. especially not of this team. their real fans have been through a lot during the four hundred and eighty-nine years that they sucked. so don't call yourself a fan now when you didn't go through the tough times. it's just rude. i mean because really, we all know that you're just glad that finally the team with the sexy black uni's are finally cool enough to rock out in public.