I cant never hope to top a drunk Warren entry.

Probably because i spell twice as hard when i'm drunk. Thrice even!

But regardless. If Ana threw up, and Dan threw up...someone tell me if Sarah threw up. Then that would make me Croatian drinking champion!

Plus i got some nipple action.

All Zagreb be sayin'...

Oh, and Mike Hingston is really good at shooting the guns off of a plane.

If it should ever come up.

Just so you know.

I'd trust him. Really.

especially if he has a few continues.

buh

I've decided when I grow up I want to be a folk singer.

Not too preachy, but maybe kind of thoughtful and funny. Not too mainstream because those guys just suck. But enough to get the toe tapping and maybe some idiots to think.

I can tour around and go to folk festivals and do NPR interviews and sometimes be on T.V.

I can have sex with the most attractive female folk singer I see. We'll probably get married but not start one of those ridiculous family bands because we like our own solo stuff too much.

We can change our styles a bit but still remain pretty true to our roots. We'll have a few kids who can be musicians if they want too. Not folk necessarily, maybe like cabaret singing or opera or something. Just being around our music will make them into it though. Even if they rebel as teens. One could be gay...or both...whatever , we are folk singers.

My career could stall but maybe I could act, or reform old groups or produce records, shit like that until me and the wife make awesome comebacks. Always making comebacks.

And I could eat the free pies that hippies bring me backstage to thank me for my songs.

When I grow up I want to be Loudon Wainwright III.

Tomorrow I'm taking a bus to city hall and changing my name to Loudon Wainwright IV.

"Melanie is a character singer who invests a great deal of personality in her interpretations–"I’m a Gigilo" was a definite knockout, while her "I Happen to Like New York" was lovely... It makes for two hours of musical enjoyment, but after a while it all becomes a bit too much–sort of like deciding to eat that entire box of Callebaut chocolates in one sitting. The delight morphs into a rather determined enjoyment. Find Me a Primitive Man! needs to be about 30 minutes shorter for the comfort of the audience and performers."

Above is a review of the performance of my highschool crush someone sent me from Edmonton's local indie rag. Personally my review would have gone more like this:

"Melanie showed great promise at the start of the production as she let me feel her nearly perfect peach shaped ass only a few weeks after meeting her. Impressed with her spunk, I was sad upon reading her bio to find she had a boyfriend. Well, after a long period offstage Melanie returned with great fanfare in a tragic part as this reviewer's best friend's girlfriend. She invested a great deal of her personality in making me not feel like a tool as the third wheel on many of their dates. Her rendition of "talking to me while we were in line for Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone" left me weak in the knees. Needless to say by the time my friend had cheated on her, I was excited to see where this story was headed. Unfortunately the nearly year-long period of friendship, endless dance recitals and subtle wooing was a bit long and the first "date" at "Lord of the Rings" where Melanie fell asleep ironically had me reaching for my nightcap as well. Thankfully the climax in the a van at aftergrad was a knockout and worth the pain of the previous scenes.Sadly, like so many epic stories this one falls flat in the third act. Her renditions of "Prove that you love me", "I dont like to eat in front of people" and "I'll call you (but won't)" left me confused as to her motivations and wanting an exit , though longing for more from the production. By the time she had left the stage this reviewer was heartbroken that a production could start so well, have such interesting twists and turns and just fizzle out into nothing. Needless to say, Melanie left MelaME wanting more."

Sorry, I had to throw a little Gene Shalet in there.

Oh, and even with the above being said, her portrayl of the nanny in the Secret Garden has assured whenever I hear a Yorshire accent I get an erection.

Four stars

CAM

Something happened that night on Antonio Bay...

http://filmforce.ign.com/articles/635/635581p1.html

Warren and I at least will be lined up for this bitch. Even if we get fire hosed by security.


Also, yesterday I went to a party with almost exclusively Chinese people. They really like poker Oh, and Liz is dating the scarecrow.

Why aren't my essays done yet?

I KNEW IT!!!

As far as i can tell from the lack of news on the frontpage of her website the singing career of Lene Nystrom, lead singer of Aqua, hit a bit of a roadbump turning into a tailspin (one could say a downward spiral) upon the release of her Album in 2003.

I signed up for news from the old band but it's just not the same without her.

I personally blame this on the fact that if one just puts her name into google images, one is bombarded with topless pictures of her. People don't like female popstars if they don't need to spend at least the length of a bad euro-pop song imagining what their breasts look like.

BUT

Will the same fate befall similarily northern european, similarily findable topless pornstar turned wannabe popstar Ewa Sonnet?

Not being a popsong reviewer I'm in no place to say what I think of their music. Only time will tell.

All I know is this research I'm doing for my documentary on people who love big breasts is paying off!

This came to my email with the subject line "hot wet hunk"

Now, first it should be "hot, wet hunk."

Also, I feel bad for him, not bi-curious. Obviously either he is stupid or he got something in his eyes.


























Maybe i should call that fire-truck thats like a small yellow one that deals with chemical spills

do you know the number to that truck?

Every night I pray this isn't fake

Tonight I realize I only have a handful of moves with the ladies

1. don't meet them where they want to meet but in a blur, confuse them and make them meet me elsewhere.

2. pay for something for them. Not everything. But one, moderately priced Item.

3. let them choose everything.

4. "accidently" brush my upper arm against their upper arm.

5. "accidently" lean into them as though I lost my balance.

6. excitement of unexpected eye contact fostered by usual total lack of eye contact

7. smell good

8. get frustrated after a while due to lack of moves. Pick girl up at least one foot off the ground. Maybe spin her around. Eventually put her down when my arms are tired.

thats all

CAM

P.s. I haven't had sex in YEARS

God Damn you Warren for taking All the good Links

Actual Blog Coming soon