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Saturday, November 28, 2009

World Most Strangest and Unusual Woman Underwear



Today, the bra has "evolved" from simple underwear into a sexual garment, in order to emphasize the sexual nature of breasts. This can be readily seen, for example, by the terminology used to advertise bras: enticing, hot, ravishing, seducing, etc. It is no wonder feminists symbolically threw their bras into the trash in the 60s. Even today, going braless is sometimes connected with feminism. Still, putting feminism aside, there are actually some health reasons for not wearing bras.

In our previous post we also have posted about the unique bra in japan, that bra was suitable for those who want to get married. and in this opportunity we'll give you another strange and unique bra. like in the left picture. look at that underwear.. it was looks like a body armor for me.. do you think so??

Ok here's World Most Strangest and Unusual Woman Underwear






Atonement: The Means To Be 'At One' (with vipassana appendix)


This work is a continuation of Lighter Than Smoke

To begin, an elegance of maths.  You don't have to be a genius to follow the drift of Stan Tenen.  Sooner or later he gets round and explains that letters and logograms of many languages and number systems seem to imitate the contortions of a smoke ring as it rises toward the ether.  Tenen, whose main field is the Hebrew Alef-Bet, compares this 'ring' to the 'two-toroid', or 'hollow donut'.

The special importance to our discussion: the comparison to the meditation of smoking, which appears the most efficacious method of observing the two-torus as it twists into itself and expands at last into a spheroid cloud.

I will try to clarify the following themes.

- The Externalization of Secret Dogma (as per a comment from Tox Mundi)
- The persecution of the habit of smoking (west of Jerusalem)
- Major Toth
- The Kingdom of Satan: If you are reading this, you could be home by now!  Condo's from $666,000
- Some Other Stuff

The Externalization of Secret Dogma

In comments from Lighter Than Smoke I muse...

Great and dark forces are working over time to conflate the anal with the sexual, to, in a sense, make the asshole into a sex object and reintegrate the cosmic mind into the stupid cycle of nature that it is now practically illegal to speak against in a direct voice.

Tox Mundi asks...

if that's true then why is hollywood cranking out 17 pkd-inspired sciflicks perannum? or do they fall under the qualifier?

This question ignites a direct hit.  The rejoinder asks the initiate to consider that the New Age is nothing of the sort, and that the current synchroid fascination, the much adored ascension of consciousness, is only a walk around the block.  An attempt to commercialize, to 'square off' the transfinite self as a subset of the Maya, under the name of the ever loving Disney we're all in this together Hakuna Matata bullshit cycle of Life and Death Green House Mass Gas Passer most often abbreviated as The One.

The Confucion, Zen and Taoist schools each report this so-called One as a the pernicious myth of Maya - only to have their teachings warped into doctrinal patterns and used as lithographic plates for education of mass peoples, and in particular, stupid white men.

The externalization of secret teaching is busted as a flim-flam - a con.  Nowadaze, one must don the threadbare mantle of socially accepted spiritual knowledge or else.  The Sacred has become Sacrosanct and this is why these words you read are dangerous and virtually unlawful unless parsed by a master such as myself.  The individual, you see, is on the verge of its complete assassination.  It is quite the more acceptable to belong to a group of any type at all, than it is to profess one's sovereign self.

Forcing masses of peoples into sub-sets of the Maya has been a 6000 year process - a process on the verge of its Magnificent Realization.  The secret dogma has been held at bay as Satan's Ace in the Hole - played now with such panache to grab the most difficult resistors of His plan: those who believe themselves to be generally and/or non-dogmatically moral and who, in the light of pseudo-sacred self-importance, demand reflexive morality from others.

The overstimulated Golden Rule is an excellent paradox.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

We ask in this 'golden' light: what is the self to do if that which some or many others wish for themselves, another does not wish?  The Golden Rule is exposed as passive social Darwinism.

The correct rule is the Iron Rule and is not paradoxical, but Ironic, as it proceeds forth from the Age of Iron which is symbolized by the golden head of King Nebuchadnazzar.

Don't do unto others, unless of course, they ask you, and then, if you like, do only as they ask.  Do not be affronted by the behavior of others.  We do not live in an enclosure, but a trans-finite paradise.  Have faith - there is always room to polish your own bowl.

Which leads nicely into our next question...

The persecution of the habit of smoking 

To begin, please read...

Edifying Thoughts of a Tobacco Smoker

Whene'er I take my pipe and stuff it
And smoke to pass the time away
My thoughts, as I sit there and puff it,
Dwell on a picture sad and grey:
It teaches me that very like
Am I myself unto my pipe.

Like me this pipe, so fragrant burning,
Is made of naught but earthen clay;
To earth I too shall be returning,
And cannot halt my slow decay.
My well used pipe, now cracked and broken,
Of mortal life is but a token.

No stain, the pipe's hue yet doth darken;
It remains white. Thus do I know
That when to death's call I must harken
My body, too, all pale will grow.
To black beneath the sod 'twill turn,
Likewise the pipe, if oft it burn.

Or when the pipe is fairly glowing,
Behold then instantaneously,
The smoke off into thin air going,
'Til naught but ash is left to see.
Man's fame likewise away will burn
And unto dust his body turn.

How oft it happens when one's smoking,
The tamper's missing from it's shelf,
And one goes with one's finger poking
Into the bowl and burns oneself.
If in the pipe such pain doth dwell
How hot must be the pains of Hell!

Thus o'er my pipe in contemplation
Of such things - I can constantly
Indulge in fruitful meditation,
And so, puffing contentedly,
On land, at sea, at home, abroad,
I smoke my pipe and worship God.

Johann Sebastian Bach - 1725 (1685-1750)

It is here that we can explain the titular pun Atonement/At-One-Meant.

A question to the reader:  are you aware that Oriental and Indo-Asian Races, including Amer-Inds, suffer comparative to the Caucasian, little ill effect from the use of tobacco?  Geriatric Scientist and Bio-Sphere doctor, Ray Walford, in his massive study 'The China Health Project' gives the best reasoning for this disparity: the diet.

Now, please join me in an oblique interpretation of the term diet

From the philosophic, intellectual, even scientific perspective that 'All is Maya is as One', we must adopt a subtle interpretation of the precise nature of food.  Within the matrix everything is a consumer property.  Everything is being consumed.  All we see, hear, touch, taste, smell, breathe, think, eat, excrete, all is Maya and is simultaneously consuming and being consumed.  In the Maya, everything is food.

The model instructs the self-same as of the now corrupted Roman School of Light: we are cannibals and must atone.

One must consider the 6000 year history of modern civilization as the passage of the Sun in One Day across the sky.

The Morning of this Day, which exists outside of Time, before the motion of the Sun has even started, is A Golden Age of Peace.  It is best described in popular parlance as The Lost Horizon.  Within the Maya it is only a fable.  At the moment the Sun begins its journey, reality begins to degrade into an infernal cycle of self-digestion and regurgitation.  There is a mighty struggle of 4000 years, in which the Light of Reason rages against the approaching whatcomesaround goesaround of karmic nihilism.  This battle is lost forever the moment 2000 gone years, when our Sun crosses Jerusalem and Christ is Crux-eye-Fried and served up to zoomanity as an immortal chicken-satay.

The conundrum for the Western Soul is to atone for this crusty botch of sin, which is programmed by the cereal series of sacrifice and is therefore the burden of omnivore and 6th level vegan alike.  The exacting nature of this paradox is the need for the Westerner to compensate for that which we consumed in our serial glory of manifest destiny... namely, The Continent of the Americas.

The gift of the Native Amer-Indians to the White Man, of Tobacco, is the means for this Atonement, which depending upon the level of sin, can be ritual or habitual.  For a Honky like me, to smoke is to Atone for the sins of my father, which is the cannibalistic genocide of a race of peaceful nomads.

I pray you recall the excellent example of Kubrick's The Shining, familiar to all of us, which is essentially of comedy of Thomist atonement.  Jack and Danny discuss cannibalism on the drive up to The Overlook.  Wendy and Danny are seen in the shadow of the Calumet (Peace Pipe).  All three spend much of their time together in a blue haze of Virginia's finest blends.

For the Torrances, the ritual is a complete success.  Wendy who is Isis, an Earth Mother every bit as cruel as her male diameter, will see herself in the mirror and get a rude awakening long overdue. She and Danny slide back down the Sidewinder, to allow Danny to play his Jesus games all over again - but with refinement.  As for Jack, he is the only one who hears the highest voice of the Sovereign Self (g-d), and like a mensch, he attempts to confine the cancerous American family where it belongs.  He is rewarded with a paradise.

Jack is the Biblical Abraham, who worships God through ritual atonement and burnt offering.  This particular dude is smart enough to see far into the future of his race and looks to put an end to it but quick.  He fails only because his Supreme Self allows Satan to fulfill the evil destiny of Will.  The kid gets away and Abe wins his Godhead. Jack Torrance and his character is a perfect analog to corrected yoga vipassana. I will defend this notion with much alacrity with reference to the opus, if I am asked.

For now, we see the Satanic necessity of marginalizing the smoker, along with any other dangling dudes of derring-do that defy the conventional form.

To be at one with the Maya - which is the aim of the New Age and proponents like The Green Movement, the Neo-Buddhists and Ecumenists - is to prevail the False Western Self westward, across the Pacific, to utterly Westernize the Eastern School, which is then fed back to the Empirical Cannibal like carnivorous pablum.  All forms of atonement are to be forbidden through this process which is unveiled on Aug. 6 1945 and realized globally when Eckhart Tolle settles in Vancouver.

And so we find to our consternation, that all of the good people are looking for their light Eastward, through the Western Gate, creating the fractalated fugues of faraway fancy adorned as sacred knowledge of Tao or Zen or What Have you.

The Western soul, must, and I say absolutely must, return his burden to the East through Jerusalem and the Cross of Christ, which is the Only Stargate to the Palm Garden, before he can contemplate the difficult serenity of Eastern Promises.

To go west beyond Vancouver is dangerous, O My Brothers and Sisters - Behold the Major!!!

Major Toth

Compare the images, and who has eyes will see the flower on his hand.  One thing is for damned sure... he doesn't smoke.

 

The Kingdom of Satan (you are here)

This can be a bit thorny.  To circumvent a certain brand of real critik, I will make a small apology.  I am not a Christian, or a Christ.  Nor do I wish to embrace these twins of Hodge and Podge - one or the other.  Instead, I am simply a scholastic Thomist who understands that one must endure the ritual of ones specific culture before any passage through a Strange Gate.  You may compare my viewpoint to that of Alan Watts, who was very clear he was not a Zen Buddhist, but rather that he proposed a perspective educated by the Zen school.

As a Zen Thomist, here is my perspective.  The sacrificial murder of Christ is the beginning of Western Empiric Cannibalism.  This push westward would hound, pillage and finally overturn first the Mediterranean and then the American nomadic cultures.  At the brink of the collapse of this Empire comes its master stroke: the eminent domain of pan-pacific pseudo-wisdom superimposed onto the hold out vestiges of Western self-dignity - an event known widely as Ecumenism or by the vile misnomer, Pluralism.


A funny proof comes from the immortal chain smoker Hermann Hesse, in his Der Glasperlenspiel, also called The Glass Bead Game.  It is easy to discover that many who enjoy the synchroid past-time fancy themselves players of this 'great game' - direct references are found at many synch blogs.  There is a comment on this very site in which a certain player of renown is praised for his divine ability to 'create synchs'.  The balderdash is found in the bald fact that Hesse's comic masterpiece is an ironic critique of the 'game' and not a celebration of it.  Hesse foresees the downfall of civilization in the imposed hierarchy of an elite class of philosophers.

Look in the mirror and say it ain't so. For who among us has not paraded in Confucious's New Clothes from time to time.  The New Humility is decked-out in Combat Fatigues.  A bunch of spiritual hate mongers are we - and must atone.  I aver that our salvation comes only through such atonement, through Christ who is the sole path into The Lost Horizon from lands that are Westward of Jerusalem.   We must journey to the east, beyond Golgotha, and if we can not travel there, we must offer up our smoke.

The Western Soul must At-One
Have a smoke and mote it done.

Some Other Stuff


Appendix (from yoga.com) - Vipassana: Vipassana is the oldest of Buddhist meditation practices. The method comes directly from the Sitipatthana Sutta, a discourse attributed to Buddha himself. Vipassana is a direct and gradual cultivation of mindfulness or awareness. It proceeds piece by piece over a period of years. The student's attention is carefully directed to an intense examination of certain aspects of his own existence. The meditator is trained to notice more and more of his own flowing life experience.

Atonement: The Means To Be 'At One' (with vipassana appendix)


This work is a continuation of Lighter Than Smoke

To begin, an elegance of maths.  You don't have to be a genius to follow the drift of Stan Tenen.  Sooner or later he gets round and explains that letters and logograms of many languages and number systems seem to imitate the contortions of a smoke ring as it rises toward the ether.  Tenen, whose main field is the Hebrew Alef-Bet, compares this 'ring' to the 'two-toroid', or 'hollow donut'.

The special importance to our discussion: the comparison to the meditation of smoking, which appears the most efficacious method of observing the two-torus as it twists into itself and expands at last into a spheroid cloud.

I will try to clarify the following themes.

- The Externalization of Secret Dogma (as per a comment from Tox Mundi)
- The persecution of the habit of smoking (west of Jerusalem)
- Major Toth
- The Kingdom of Satan: If you are reading this, you could be home by now!  Condo's from $666,000
- Some Other Stuff

The Externalization of Secret Dogma

In comments from Lighter Than Smoke I muse...

Great and dark forces are working over time to conflate the anal with the sexual, to, in a sense, make the asshole into a sex object and reintegrate the cosmic mind into the stupid cycle of nature that it is now practically illegal to speak against in a direct voice.

Tox Mundi asks...

if that's true then why is hollywood cranking out 17 pkd-inspired sciflicks perannum? or do they fall under the qualifier?

This question ignites a direct hit.  The rejoinder asks the initiate to consider that the New Age is nothing of the sort, and that the current synchroid fascination, the much adored ascension of consciousness, is only a walk around the block.  An attempt to commercialize, to 'square off' the transfinite self as a subset of the Maya, under the name of the ever loving Disney we're all in this together Hakuna Matata bullshit cycle of Life and Death Green House Mass Gas Passer most often abbreviated as The One.

The Confucion, Zen and Taoist schools each report this so-called One as a the pernicious myth of Maya - only to have their teachings warped into doctrinal patterns and used as lithographic plates for education of mass peoples, and in particular, stupid white men.

The externalization of secret teaching is busted as a flim-flam - a con.  Nowadaze, one must don the threadbare mantle of socially accepted spiritual knowledge or else.  The Sacred has become Sacrosanct and this is why these words you read are dangerous and virtually unlawful unless parsed by a master such as myself.  The individual, you see, is on the verge of its complete assassination.  It is quite the more acceptable to belong to a group of any type at all, than it is to profess one's sovereign self.

Forcing masses of peoples into sub-sets of the Maya has been a 6000 year process - a process on the verge of its Magnificent Realization.  The secret dogma has been held at bay as Satan's Ace in the Hole - played now with such panache to grab the most difficult resistors of His plan: those who believe themselves to be generally and/or non-dogmatically moral and who, in the light of pseudo-sacred self-importance, demand reflexive morality from others.

The overstimulated Golden Rule is an excellent paradox.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

We ask in this 'golden' light: what is the self to do if that which some or many others wish for themselves, another does not wish?  The Golden Rule is exposed as passive social Darwinism.

The correct rule is the Iron Rule and is not paradoxical, but Ironic, as it proceeds forth from the Age of Iron which is symbolized by the golden head of King Nebuchadnazzar.

Don't do unto others, unless of course, they ask you, and then, if you like, do only as they ask.  Do not be affronted by the behavior of others.  We do not live in an enclosure, but a trans-finite paradise.  Have faith - there is always room to polish your own bowl.

Which leads nicely into our next question...

The persecution of the habit of smoking 

To begin, please read...

Edifying Thoughts of a Tobacco Smoker

Whene'er I take my pipe and stuff it
And smoke to pass the time away
My thoughts, as I sit there and puff it,
Dwell on a picture sad and grey:
It teaches me that very like
Am I myself unto my pipe.

Like me this pipe, so fragrant burning,
Is made of naught but earthen clay;
To earth I too shall be returning,
And cannot halt my slow decay.
My well used pipe, now cracked and broken,
Of mortal life is but a token.

No stain, the pipe's hue yet doth darken;
It remains white. Thus do I know
That when to death's call I must harken
My body, too, all pale will grow.
To black beneath the sod 'twill turn,
Likewise the pipe, if oft it burn.

Or when the pipe is fairly glowing,
Behold then instantaneously,
The smoke off into thin air going,
'Til naught but ash is left to see.
Man's fame likewise away will burn
And unto dust his body turn.

How oft it happens when one's smoking,
The tamper's missing from it's shelf,
And one goes with one's finger poking
Into the bowl and burns oneself.
If in the pipe such pain doth dwell
How hot must be the pains of Hell!

Thus o'er my pipe in contemplation
Of such things - I can constantly
Indulge in fruitful meditation,
And so, puffing contentedly,
On land, at sea, at home, abroad,
I smoke my pipe and worship God.

Johann Sebastian Bach - 1725 (1685-1750)

It is here that we can explain the titular pun Atonement/At-One-Meant.

A question to the reader:  are you aware that Oriental and Indo-Asian Races, including Amer-Inds, suffer comparative to the Caucasian, little ill effect from the use of tobacco?  Geriatric Scientist and Bio-Sphere doctor, Ray Walford, in his massive study 'The China Health Project' gives the best reasoning for this disparity: the diet.

Now, please join me in an oblique interpretation of the term diet

From the philosophic, intellectual, even scientific perspective that 'All is Maya is as One', we must adopt a subtle interpretation of the precise nature of food.  Within the matrix everything is a consumer property.  Everything is being consumed.  All we see, hear, touch, taste, smell, breathe, think, eat, excrete, all is Maya and is simultaneously consuming and being consumed.  In the Maya, everything is food.

The model instructs the self-same as of the now corrupted Roman School of Light: we are cannibals and must atone.

One must consider the 6000 year history of modern civilization as the passage of the Sun in One Day across the sky.

The Morning of this Day, which exists outside of Time, before the motion of the Sun has even started, is A Golden Age of Peace.  It is best described in popular parlance as The Lost Horizon.  Within the Maya it is only a fable.  At the moment the Sun begins its journey, reality begins to degrade into an infernal cycle of self-digestion and regurgitation.  There is a mighty struggle of 4000 years, in which the Light of Reason rages against the approaching whatcomesaround goesaround of karmic nihilism.  This battle is lost forever the moment 2000 gone years, when our Sun crosses Jerusalem and Christ is Crux-eye-Fried and served up to zoomanity as an immortal chicken-satay.

The conundrum for the Western Soul is to atone for this crusty botch of sin, which is programmed by the cereal series of sacrifice and is therefore the burden of omnivore and 6th level vegan alike.  The exacting nature of this paradox is the need for the Westerner to compensate for that which we consumed in our serial glory of manifest destiny... namely, The Continent of the Americas.

The gift of the Native Amer-Indians to the White Man, of Tobacco, is the means for this Atonement, which depending upon the level of sin, can be ritual or habitual.  For a Honky like me, to smoke is to Atone for the sins of my father, which is the cannibalistic genocide of a race of peaceful nomads.

I pray you recall the excellent example of Kubrick's The Shining, familiar to all of us, which is essentially of comedy of Thomist atonement.  Jack and Danny discuss cannibalism on the drive up to The Overlook.  Wendy and Danny are seen in the shadow of the Calumet (Peace Pipe).  All three spend much of their time together in a blue haze of Virginia's finest blends.

For the Torrances, the ritual is a complete success.  Wendy who is Isis, an Earth Mother every bit as cruel as her male diameter, will see herself in the mirror and get a rude awakening long overdue. She and Danny slide back down the Sidewinder, to allow Danny to play his Jesus games all over again - but with refinement.  As for Jack, he is the only one who hears the highest voice of the Sovereign Self (g-d), and like a mensch, he attempts to confine the cancerous American family where it belongs.  He is rewarded with a paradise.

Jack is the Biblical Abraham, who worships God through ritual atonement and burnt offering.  This particular dude is smart enough to see far into the future of his race and looks to put an end to it but quick.  He fails only because his Supreme Self allows Satan to fulfill the evil destiny of Will.  The kid gets away and Abe wins his Godhead. Jack Torrance and his character is a perfect analog to corrected yoga vipassana. I will defend this notion with much alacrity with reference to the opus, if I am asked.

For now, we see the Satanic necessity of marginalizing the smoker, along with any other dangling dudes of derring-do that defy the conventional form.

To be at one with the Maya - which is the aim of the New Age and proponents like The Green Movement, the Neo-Buddhists and Ecumenists - is to prevail the False Western Self westward, across the Pacific, to utterly Westernize the Eastern School, which is then fed back to the Empirical Cannibal like carnivorous pablum.  All forms of atonement are to be forbidden through this process which is unveiled on Aug. 6 1945 and realized globally when Eckhart Tolle settles in Vancouver.

And so we find to our consternation, that all of the good people are looking for their light Eastward, through the Western Gate, creating the fractalated fugues of faraway fancy adorned as sacred knowledge of Tao or Zen or What Have you.

The Western soul, must, and I say absolutely must, return his burden to the East through Jerusalem and the Cross of Christ, which is the Only Stargate to the Palm Garden, before he can contemplate the difficult serenity of Eastern Promises.

To go west beyond Vancouver is dangerous, O My Brothers and Sisters - Behold the Major!!!

Major Toth

Compare the images, and who has eyes will see the flower on his hand.  One thing is for damned sure... he doesn't smoke.

 

The Kingdom of Satan (you are here)

This can be a bit thorny.  To circumvent a certain brand of real critik, I will make a small apology.  I am not a Christian, or a Christ.  Nor do I wish to embrace these twins of Hodge and Podge - one or the other.  Instead, I am simply a scholastic Thomist who understands that one must endure the ritual of ones specific culture before any passage through a Strange Gate.  You may compare my viewpoint to that of Alan Watts, who was very clear he was not a Zen Buddhist, but rather that he proposed a perspective educated by the Zen school.

As a Zen Thomist, here is my perspective.  The sacrificial murder of Christ is the beginning of Western Empiric Cannibalism.  This push westward would hound, pillage and finally overturn first the Mediterranean and then the American nomadic cultures.  At the brink of the collapse of this Empire comes its master stroke: the eminent domain of pan-pacific pseudo-wisdom superimposed onto the hold out vestiges of Western self-dignity - an event known widely as Ecumenism or by the vile misnomer, Pluralism.


A funny proof comes from the immortal chain smoker Hermann Hesse, in his Der Glasperlenspiel, also called The Glass Bead Game.  It is easy to discover that many who enjoy the synchroid past-time fancy themselves players of this 'great game' - direct references are found at many synch blogs.  There is a comment on this very site in which a certain player of renown is praised for his divine ability to 'create synchs'.  The balderdash is found in the bald fact that Hesse's comic masterpiece is an ironic critique of the 'game' and not a celebration of it.  Hesse foresees the downfall of civilization in the imposed hierarchy of an elite class of philosophers.

Look in the mirror and say it ain't so. For who among us has not paraded in Confucious's New Clothes from time to time.  The New Humility is decked-out in Combat Fatigues.  A bunch of spiritual hate mongers are we - and must atone.  I aver that our salvation comes only through such atonement, through Christ who is the sole path into The Lost Horizon from lands that are Westward of Jerusalem.   We must journey to the east, beyond Golgotha, and if we can not travel there, we must offer up our smoke.

The Western Soul must At-One
Have a smoke and mote it done.

Some Other Stuff


Appendix (from yoga.com) - Vipassana: Vipassana is the oldest of Buddhist meditation practices. The method comes directly from the Sitipatthana Sutta, a discourse attributed to Buddha himself. Vipassana is a direct and gradual cultivation of mindfulness or awareness. It proceeds piece by piece over a period of years. The student's attention is carefully directed to an intense examination of certain aspects of his own existence. The meditator is trained to notice more and more of his own flowing life experience.

MD Poll: A Toonful Christmas

In celebration of the holidays, the latest MD Poll journeys back in time to what could be called the "Golden Age" of animated television specials to ask, "What is your all-time favorite classic cartoon Christmas special?"

From seasonal icons like Rudolph, Frosty and (of course) Santa to such toon stars as the Peanuts, Mr. Magoo and the Disney gang (not to mention a certain Grinch), these vintage classics still offer plenty of holiday cheer and nostalgia for audiences young and old alike, year in and year out.

Make your choice and place your vote in the MD Poll located in the right hand sidebar, and be sure to "toon" back in on December 19 for the results!

UPDATE: This poll is now closed; click here for the results, and click here to vote in the next MD Poll.

MD Poll: Frankly, My Dear ...

... you did give a damn, at least as far as the stars of Gone With the Wind are concerned. Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh's performances as Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara were named your favorites in our latest MD Poll, with the former edging out early contender James Stewart while the latter garnering nearly half of the total votes.

Following Mr. Smith in the male race was Leigh's husband Laurence Olivier, while fellow gay faves Judy Garland and Bette Davis rounded out the top 3 on the ladies' side. Also of note is Best Actor Oscar winner Robert Donat's ninth place finish and Rosalind Russell placing highest among The Women.

See the comments section below for the complete stats for both polls, and stay "tooned" for the next MD Poll.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Reverend's Reviews: Le Comedie Francais Extraordinaire!

My high school French teacher, Madame Haradon, would occasionally show her students classics of French cinema in her effort to bolster our grasp of her primary language. We saw some great films, including the creepy original version of Diabolique. The best, though, were the nearly wordless comedies of director Jacques Tati that focused on the hapless Monsieur Hulot. Play Time remains my favorite, but Tati's 1953 M. Hulot's Holiday is a close second. A newly restored cut of the latter opens today at the Landmark Nuart Theatre in LA for a special one-week engagement.

Tati was a notorious perfectionist and would often tinker with his films even after their initial release (George Lucas wasn't the first director to do so, contrary to what fans of the original Star Wars series might think). Tati played M. Hulot himself — to hilarious effect — in addition to writing and directing. The downside of such extensive involvement apparently meant that there was little of his work Tati was truly satisfied with initially. Tati re-edited and even re-shot parts of M. Hulot's Holiday at least twice, first in the early 1960's and again in 1978 (Tati passed away in 1982). The current version, which premiered earlier this year at the Cannes Film Festival, is considered the filmmaker's definitive vision.


The M. Hulot films follow the title character, who was something of a predecessor to Peter Sellar's Inspector Clouseau, through various French locations and the chaos he leaves in his wake. Well-described in the restoration's press notes as a "bull in a China shop," Hulot inadvertently turns funerals, tennis matches, beaches and fireworks displays into opportunities for riotous laughter.

Almost entirely reliant on sight gags, M. Hulot's Holiday and Tati's other productions benefit from a visual and comedic-timing precision rarely utilized today. Then again, trying to imitate the masterful Tati would likely prove a foolhardy exercise.

Review by Rev. Chris Carpenter, resident film critic of Movie Dearest and the Orange County and Long Beach Blade.

Reel Thoughts: Homefront

If there is one film genre that gets no love from the public, it’s anything to do with the Iraq War. The Hurt Locker earlier this year might change that if it gets some Oscar love, but another film may break the cycle as well.

Woody Harrelson and the handsome Ben Foster (Angel in X-Men: The Last Stand) costar in Oren Moverman’s The Messenger, a touching look at the war from the eyes of the people left behind at home.

It’s hard to think of a storyline more fraught with scenes of human drama: Officer Will Montgomery (Foster) is paired with the hardened Lt. Stone (Harrelson) to finish out his tour of duty notifying the next-of-kin that their loved ones have died in Iraq.


I was a basket case after the first encounter, a heart-rending meeting with Portia and Yaya DaCosta (All My Children) as the mother and pregnant girlfriend, respectively, of a soldier killed in action. Steve Buscemi and Samantha Morton play two of the next next-of-kin in equally emotionally gripping scenes. While Stone has hardened himself against the job, Montgomery knows that their duty lies in giving the family some brief flash of human compassion.

Moverman’s film is paced in a leisurely way that allows us to really meet and know the two men, and understand the scars they carry from their war experiences. Each man is changed by the other, and their relationship is real and involving. I hope Oscar voters consider the great performances by Foster and Harrelson.

The Messenger is a good tool for supporters of “Don’t ask-don’t tell” — after watching the film, anyone would think twice before joining up.

UPDATE: The Messenger is now available on DVD and Blu-ray from Amazon.com.

Review by Neil Cohen, resident film critic of Movie Dearest and Phoenix's Echo Magazine.

Barbies Galore

What took them so long? The Bond Girls go Barbie in this latest batch of dolls from Mattel.

The set includes Honor Blackman as Pussy Galore in Goldfinger, Ursula Andress as Honey Ryder in Dr. No and Halle Berry as Jinx in Die Another Day. I don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to Famke Janssen as GoldenEye's Xenia Onatopp, complete with Kung-Fu Grip© thighs.

Available next month, click the following to order the
James Bond Girls Barbie Doll Assortment Case
from Entertainment Earth.

Angelica Faustina

Angelica Faustina, beauty, young and sexy actress Indonesia.


Thursday, November 26, 2009

World Most Expensive Watch | $5 Million Patek Philippe Calibre 89



Antiquorum’s 35th anniversary sale that was held recently on the 14th and 15th November was one successful event. The highlight of this sale was the Patek Philippe Calibre 89 timepiece from the Matsuda Collection. The exquisite yellow gold timepiece is said to be the world’s most complicated watch and had drawn many enthusiastic bidders ever since Antiquorum announced its intention to sell this exceptional timepiece. In just a few minutes of bidding, the timepiece managed to fetch a final bid of CHF 5,120,000 ($5,053,360), setting a new world record for this watch and also the most expensive watch sold in 2009 by any auction house in the world. As expected Patek Philippe continued to be the favorite brand at the auction with other timepiece from the famous watchmaker fetching extremely strong prices.

Some of the timepieces that were best sellers at this auction include, the Patek Philippe platinum and diamond wristwatch Ref. 3990 which fetched 312,000 CHF ($307,990), the white gold Patek Philippe ref. 5102 “Celestial” that fetched 228,000 CHF ($225,090), and the Patek Philippe Ref. 5041, a rare white gold wristwatch with perpetual calendar sold for a commendable 102,000 CHF ($100,710).

Overall, an extremely successful sale, the Antiquorum’s anniversary sale “Celebrating 35 Years of Making History in Time” drew an impressive 12,174,948 CHF ($12,020,873) in total sales over the two days.



Source : Antiquorum

Thanksgiving Greetings from Movie Dearest

Wishing you a happy and safe holiday weekend!

Hoot (I really don't like you)

Quick Reader roundup. I finally caught up with all my submissions, some of these came in yesterday. Good job, as I'm going away for a month so if you submit anything don't expect to see it on the blog til January! And just as I became a Blogger 'blog of note' too. I can't believe how much interest this little blog has generated, but I just want to say a big thank you for all the support. Now, before I burst into tears, on with the submissions!
The above owl comes from Scott.


Miss anonymous!


Fredik's owl (and friends)


Matthew's owl done by mike bennet at phantom8 tattoo, denver colorado (plus photobomb)



Finally, Claire's owls done in Auburn, AL at Shenanigans tattoo parlor by Nils.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Jonny Death...

The screen shot comes from one of my most favorite films of all time. Probably cause it just gets better with time.... Fear and loathing in Las Vegas...



The Death Ship is a novel written by B. Traven or Traven Torsvan(raven tits). One way you could think of him would be as a dead man; seeing how he kept himself almost unidentifiable. He is known in the consensus as an anarchist. He is known by three different names.



Here is a wiki fart on the novel...

Set just after World War I, The Death Ship describes the predicament of merchant seamen who lack documentation of citizenship and cannot find legal residence or employment in any nation


That kinda sounds like pirate to me. Pi rate?...

The narrator is Gerard Gales(77), an American sailor who claims to be from New Orleans, and who is stranded in Antwerp without passport or working papers. Unable to prove his identity or his eligibility for employment, Gales is repeatedly arrested and deported from one country to the next, by government officials who do not want to be bothered with either assisting or prosecuting him. When he finally manages to find work, it is on the Yorikke(KK!), the dangerous and decrepit ship of the title, where undocumented workers from around the world are treated as expendable slaves.

The term "death ship" refers to any boat so decrepit that it is worth more to its owners overinsured and sunk than it would be worth afloat. The title of the book is translated directly from the German "Das Totenschiff"; in English, they are called "coffin ships".


I have written about Fear and loathing in las vegas before. Its strange cause I posted a huge collection of screens last year around this time. And now its starting to come back again. Yearly pattern. Connecting Jonny Depp to the hexagon is quite easy in that movie. He bares the hexagon halo many times and is scene throughout the movie interacting with them and many other shapes of interest....





Saturn connects to Cronus in obvious ways. We've been over this quite a few times.

*I find it amazing how Saturn is the sixth planet away from the son and it dons a hexagonal static crown.*

His famous Gonzo Logo...



step one - Note 6 fingers
step two - Note ONZO = Oz the land of the dead.
step three - Note knife furthering death theme.
step four - Note mescalin button clenched by fist.
step seven - G onzo

Step four again...Wikkied

"synesthesia can occur especially with the help of music.[7] An unusual but unique characteristic of mescaline use is the "geometricization" of three-dimensional objects. The object can appear flattened and distorted, similar to the presentation of a Cubist painting.[8]"

Here he is again sportin' a pistol. Note use of Jupiter finger and also note how the gun is shaped like a J as well. Note his visor is green and note how his aviators highlight his third eye....note....note.....




Wow I want to say allot more but I need to sleep. Glad I had a nap first. Can't stop thinking about the 42 doorway. Not relevant to the post but I don't even know what it means.

Be well for f@#k sakes!
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