Wednesday, August 31, 2011

CELEBS ONLY AT WHOSAY, I DO SAY


Salud, Kids!

As if we didn't have ENOUGH entitlment-types running rampant all over the internet world, now we are gazing upon yet another one designed specifically for celebs of all sorts. I say. Wait, I meant to say, WhoSay. There, I said it!

Apparently, a start-up company is now and has been circling copyrighted wagons around various types of stars and star-studded content; photos, videos and what-have-you.

You have to be invited to this social site and be a MAY-JA celeb (insert MAJOR sarcasm). Oh, I don't blame the famous for jumping on this invitational bandwagon. I appreciate the joy of owning the rights to snaps and vids.

Here's what WhoSay said about WhoSay...

What is WhoSay?
WhoSay is a service that helps artists, athletes and iconic personalities connect with their fans. When you see someone posting via WhoSay, you'll know that it's real, authentic messages, photos and videos coming from your favorite people.

At this time, WhoSay is an invite-only service for the top content creators in the world. As a fan, you may arrive at your favorite artist's, athlete's or personality's WhoSay page by visiting their existing social media sites.

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My, my, my. Think I will sit back and take a gander at WHO is entitled to show their junk on WhoSay. I am mildly curious about who is considered worthy (more sarcasm-did you SEE the 'stars' they plucked for the next grand-jete` on DWTS?).

Could this possibly be grand-jete'ing over the SOCIAL NETWORKING SHARK? Hm.

Will we care enough to see what they say on, WhoSay?

Personally, I would rather gaze upon classic, Lionel-Saying You, Saying Me kind of thing.

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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

CHEQUE, THE W HOTEL, TORI AND THE GUNCLES


Salud, Kids!

Today I know how J.K. Rowling feels. Exactly like J. You know about her, right? Richly-rich and then more so. Harry Potter...FOREVER!

Listen, if you put the two of us in a bag and THE most successful fictional writing creature popped out. Well, it would be HER, but that doesn't dampen my spirits in the least. And, I say this after JUST hopping off I95 in a pouring rain. If you know anything about I95 in South Florida, I rest my case because that Interstate could dampen the spirits of Mother Teresa (may she rest peacefully). If you are clueless about that thing, all the better for you.

Besides, today I need to express that I feel just as I did the first time I sold a painting. Ranging in the hundreds of dollars, it went to a collector who pitied me and purchased an original, GazMoolie Gallery, acrylic on canvas. She ended up buying more, so she really did pity me.

Selling a personal creation is something I can not really describe. It's always a thrill, but I will admit that a little part of me gets sad to part with something so personal. As a matter of fact, I regret selling several of the pieces that are probably collecting dust or being nibbled on by mice in a basement somewhere.

Expressing myself with paint has taken a backseat of late to my fictional creations. Again, so personal and then it launches into the world to be read and criticized. It is hard to allow myself to be in that position. However, I love and believe in my book and the characters dwelling within. They are solid. I know them. It is difficult to share them, but I have.

With glee I tell you that dollar-signs from the very first check generated by sales of, The Bainbridges of the Palm Beaches, popped proudly into my checking account this week. Proud am I, no matter the size (it DOESN'T always matter when you are speaking of cashola). At $2.99 a pop, J. K. will be keeping her spot at the top-of-the-richest-beyotch heap. I'm not complaining, quite the opposite.

So, if you are casting your gaze upon this blog today and purchased my fictional novel. THANK YOU, KIDS! I would invite you over for cocktails...but, you'd have to love cheap wine or vodka and I KNOW my blog readers are WAY above that, um, Syrah!

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More random ranting today, so let's move on and discuss, briefly, a recent jaunt down to Fort Lauderdale where Gaz and I plopped ourselves all OV-AH the divine, W Botel.

Love everything about that place; from their decadent blueberry muffins to their even more decadent infinity pools. As you can see, I tried to relax.


Gaz and I have trooped the world over (well, the parts we WANT to troop over) and zipping around Florida tasting this and sampling that rates in the top-tier of excellent experiences. You should try it sometime, if you haven't.

So, if you go to Lauderdale (see, when you live in Florida, you call it that), don't miss Pier 66 for great food, people and yacht watching. Oh, don't forget to jump on a water taxi and sight see all along the Intracoastal. It is simply fabulous. Trust me.

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Speaking of my fiction thinking...gotta go and contact Tori Spelling. The Bainbridges would be a perfect vehicle for her, Dean and the Guncles; Scout and Bill. See, my HUGE success has gone straight to my head. I'm nothing if not optimistic (don't even say what you are thinking).

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Friday, August 26, 2011

COLOUR BRITISH BRIAN RED-ROUGE


Salud, Kids!

Think back. Come ON, you can do it.

A few blogs ago I ranted on about that ridiculous lawsuit Louboutin filed to own the color red for the soles on those sky high designer heels. Oh, Lou-Bou lost, and now I am wondering if the face is as red as the bottom of those platforms.

No matter, the idea of owning color got our dear friend and contributor, British Brian on his own little rant and don't we love it?

Yep, we do. I especially love spelling the word coloUr like BB!

Read on before you get your weekend kicked into gear.

One more thing.

BB sent scads of cool artwork (photos) to illustrate his points, but the lamenss that defines this blog means they aren't included (at least I am honest about how I couldn't manipulate them from his document).

Contributed by Brian Wilson
United Kingdom
All rights reserved and copyrighted.

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What is red?

Let's get over the color or colour discussion – I’ll say colour – you’ll say color.

A physicist would say that red is the longest wavelength commonly visible to the human eye.

As a textile technologist I knew said that red was a …..(put any expletive here) to dye. (INDISCREETLY US NOTE: Bitch works).
• Red dyes are hard to “fix” on a fabric - all too often the colour runs.
• Do not put light shades next to red.
• I know of a school that chose red blazers with white piping – in a very short time the red piping looked pink – ok for girls, but for us chaps!!!!

Which “Red” do we see?
• Your blog went into detail as to the choice of colour for a fashion house – how they can try to patent a prime colour defies logic.
• They could try to define a shade (colourists use what is called the Pantone range – that defines a specific shade and dye technologists use this to blend dyes together to get a specific shade.

A Pantone Red

• But it all depends on how our eyes “see” things – we “see” things differently when we are tired, in low lighting – and what about those people whose eyes lack a few cones (the bits that register colour)?
• To make matters worse – even if you define a specific shade it’s could will vary with the surface (a woven fabric looks a different shade to that on a flat surface).
• Let’s not forget light (using a standard fluorescent tube gives a different shade to that seen in sunlight)
• If you do not believe me; look at the differences in colour shade when in a shop and then take it outside to be viewed in sunlight – but do not get arrested!


Whichever red you use – it means different things.
Sin, guilt, pain, passion, blood, and anger.
In our western society Red is used as a symbol of guilt, sin, passion and anger, often as connected with blood or sex.
• “Seeing red’ means being very angry.
• “Red flags” mean danger.
• “Red” is linked to communist or left wing politics.
• But hang on – is not red associated with the Republican Party (right-wing) and blue with the Democrats – a reverse of the traditional European scheme? (Can anyone tell me why?) (INDISCREETLY US NOTE: No, we can not...neither can our political types).

“What me eat all the chocolate?”

• "caught red-handed", means either caught in an act of crime or caught with the blood of murder still on one's hands.
• For years “red” has been associated with prostitution (“red light areas).
• Satan is usually coloured red. (INDISCREETLY US NOTE: I know a few satan-types who wear regular street clothes...just sayin')
• Believe it or not; statistics show us that red cars are more likely to be involved in accidents (but bear in mind that many fast cars are coloured red (anyone got a Ferrari?) (INDISCREETLY US NOTE: Why, no we do not have a Ferrari, but plenty of others in the Palm Beaches DO. Damn them!).

My new Car – in my dreams (INDISCREETLY US NOTE: Right there with ya!)

• Now let’s turn to sex – research indicates that men find women, wearing red, more attractive – believe it or not!
• Red is a symbol of courage and sacrifice look at the novel “The Red Badge of courage” about the US Civil War.
• In Christianity Red or purple is the colour of martyr.
• "Red-blooded" refers to someone who is audacious, robust, or virile.

Red is a common Warning Sign.

The world sees “RED” in many different ways.

In China and in many countries of the “Far East” red is associated with weddings (where brides traditionally wear red dresses) and red paper is also frequently used to wrap gifts of money or other things.

If you know members of the Chinese Community you will know that money is often wrapped up in red paper at the Chinese New Year.
But take care – in China obituaries are often written in red (not in black as in our society).

In Japan; Red is a heroic colour.
On the Indian sub-continent red is the colour of wealth, beauty.
In Central Africa, sick people are also painted with red clay (as it symbolises heath).

In many parts of Africa red is a colour of mourning, representing death.
For this reason, the “Red Cross” has changed it’s colours in many areas of Africa.

But to us Brits Red means – London Buses and Telephone boxes.

The royal air force acrobatic team – the “Red Arrows.”

Guardsman ceremonial uniforms (sorry to you “colonists” – the “Red coats.”

From one country to another, who are proud of “The Red White and Blue” – all the best to one and all – our love to you all.

Brian and Mo

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Thursday, August 25, 2011

MY BUMBLING AND BUBBLY ADDICTION


Salud, Kids!

You can't swing a cat (of-nine-tails, thankyouverymuch) without hitting one of my addictions.

Yep, I freely admit there are TONS of 'em beginning with my favorite, chocolate. My list is long and quite varied (said with enthusiasm). Call me what you will (and many have), but I try NOT to be boring, even with my addictions.

So, let me hit this head-on and stop beating around the foaming bush and get to the dirt (you know that's why you are reding this). My Addiction De jour (man, I smile at tossing in some pretentious babble here and there). Anyway,I need to come clean, so-to-speak.

My head is spinning-I am beginning to think I need an intervention or rehab.

You heard me, but don't you DARE judge me. Well, not until you have heard the rest of my sordid confession.

Oh, you can stop with the dramatic images I KNOW you have already conjured up. Yeah, you know the ones!

I am utterly addicted to the bubbly. Come ON, forget drugs (unless Omega Reds count, or the bad juice of potatoes). Yes, I do adore a sip or two of the divine bubbly called, Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin, but that's another blog.But, today I confess something fairly ridiculous.

Therefore, (head held high) my name is, Indiscreetly Us, and I'm a shampoo and conditioner addict. I am utterly fascinated with the bubbly, foaming and smoothing concoctions dwelling inside plastic and glass containers. Love 'em!

I am an equal-opportunity purchaser. I strive to try them ALL. Bumble, Kiehl's, Redken, if they make it-I buy it...it is a bottomless pool of suds.

Others hanging 'round this domicile don't have this problem and are content to buy cheap-ass, all-in-on, Shampoo/Conditioner (Gaz I am casting a squint-eye in your general direction, but not calling names, exactly).

Whew, I already feel like a weightless-weight has been lifted from my wet locks. This intervention stuff really works. Just like celebs who enter Rehab through the front door and exit the back all in one day...I'M ALL BETTER and feel the need to listen to Robert Palmer while scanning magazines for new hair products. I will be sad though, not because of my little problem. While listening to his music, I feel sad that Robert P. is no longer with us. He KNEW about addiction of a lovely, but different sort. Hm. Yes. I am addicted.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

A GNOME BY ANY OTHER NAME IS STILL GRUBBY

Salud, Kids!

Never turn your back on a small talking (you heard me) Gnome. It turns up in the most unlikely places.

No, really.


Don't even think about trying to get rid of it. You ever see that show, Twilight Zone with the talking doll and Telly Whatever? Well, I did and I KNOW how the story goes. Plus, I simply adore that film, The Full Monty. Remember Gerald's Garden Gnomes? Sweet. Creepy, yet oddly sweet.

I suspect that Brittany has a hand in this scenario. The silly thing invaded the house, the pool and our Sorry game. What's next?

Stay with me for all things...Grubby Gnome!

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CHASING AROUND COSTCO AND KISSING THE FLOOR



Salud, Kids!

Gad...bargain shopping is a bitch! And speaking of bitches out shopping. Oh, that's another blog I thought about yesterday when I snapped the deli at Greenwise (the ORGANIC Publix). No bargains there, but I DO so love me some Boar's Head cheese and other goodies. The Deli lady was nice as could be. Can't say the say for some snooty types parking their carts all across the front of the deli case. You know the type...just look into the center of the universe...there they will be.

Back to bitchin'-bargain-huntin', it is a fun adventure. You know, like being with that certain friend you may have. If I had any friends, I would want them to be a teeny bit bitchy. Admit it, that type is WAY more fun.

Anyway, today was all about Britt and I searching for paint, sniffin' out good deals on canned chicken and that sort of thing and it went fairly well. Yes, it worked out nicely if you discount how she decided to wear incredibly stylish, sky-high wedge heels (looking fabulous) to Costco and Home Depot. Would I kid ya? She put every flip-flop wearin' hussy to shame. Just toss me in with the hussies, I had on flat sandals.



Looking all kinds of glam, she tried to take a tumble and air-kiss their pristine (insert any level of sarcasm) cement floor near the paint department at THE Depot (there's only one). Naturally, I grabbed for her and was willing to meet her on the floor. I am loyal, if nothing else (don't even).
All drama aside, Kids, I have to admit that as newbies to Costco, we were impressed. Last time there I walked out with two plants, so this was my first time to get down to checking and comparing prices. Well, Britt did all the price checking and documenting. Hey, I can't snap photos AND write.

Oh, they have a leather chaise that I must have and it is only $179.00. For that price, how could I possibly leave it at the store? Britt has promised to figure a way to tie it to the top of the car for transporting. She muttered something about zip-ties and sitting on it, holding on tightly for the ride home. Ought to be just the ticket. Any officer of the law daring to stop us would be so impressed by her footwear they couldn't possibly ticket us.

Will get back to you as we tally up the damage and compare to prices at Publix and their all-natural sistah, Greenwise.

Promise to be honest about where we rank...frugal-wise!

Gotta go, a stylish chaise awaits.

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

FLASHING IRENE FROM A LAWNCHAIR

Salud, Kids!

Sick of seeing anything remotely about the K family. If you don't know what I mean, good for you and do not ask...ANYONE!!

Also, getting weary of weather jockeys swirling and twirling about the possible swirling and twirling of Irene in South Florida or someplace along the Eastern Coast.

No, I'd rather listen to Irene...Cara.

Enjoy.

I gotta go grab the water hose, fill some plastic jugs-no, not in case of a hurricane. You kids, it's to splash myself while sitting in a lawn chair. WHAT A FEELING!!

Irene, rocks me like a hurricane!!

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