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Venus Dj, oil on canvas on display at LA Artwalk, March 2010.

Allo Lovelies!!

Once again it's been a looong cold minute since I've posted, so I guess a little update action is in order. Contrary to popular belief, my lagging on posts has not been due to the new seasons of  LOST & 90210 coming back, and/or the possibility that I might have finally checked myself into a shopping addiction facility (lies, all lies!!). As some of you may recall from my last post, I have decided to go to gradschool. And as part of that decision, I've needed to take some prerequisite courses, which have been super interesting as well as super time consuming. Actually, scratch that - psychology has been super interesting and statistics has been, well let's just say, "time consuming," and move on. Good news is that I'm holding up great in both, but the bad news is that I've had little time for my usual online Tom foolery that often results in Glam Vita blog posts.

While I was away ya best believe I was living it up Girleecat style -- MEOW!! First, from late Jan. to early March, I was pimp slappin LA, SF and OC with my girl Elle Aye who is a key partner in exploits!!! Our debauchery included many fun activities, including (but not limited to;): Mos Def @ Keyclub, cheering the Lakers to victory @ Staples, being asked to strut my stuff on stage at the House of Blues (hollywood), mani/pedis galore, good times in the LA arts scene, obscene amounts of shopping, an artsy photoshoot around LA taken by Elle starring Moi, racking up a frightening amount of stalkers, and much more!! For photo documentation of some of the mayhem PG style, please click  here, here and here. (Btw, that last link was to the photo shoot we lovingly named Vivrant Thing, which I'm going to post again on this blog.)

Oh, and for those who don't already know, I just got back from a 10-day trip to India, which included tons-oh-meditation, yoga, hangin with family, shopping (of course), and meeting cool new people. It was a trip of a lifetime and I have some pix of India to post, which will also be featured in a separate post either here or on C.O.P. (another, much bigger blog I contribute to once in a looong while).

Anywho, now that we're all caught up, I'll leave you with a little ditty I like to call, Dr. Obama stunts an already stunted economy in the name of healthcare reform! As many of you already must know, Obeezy brought forth more of that change of his earlier this month when he put the smackdown on the US healthcare debacle system and flipped the script a bit. For those not really sure of what it all might mean, here's a helpful article that sums up the pro's and con's of it all. While many of the changes have been  taken as positive, some others are going to financially destroy the way many healthcare professionals are compensated. Not to mention, people like yours truly will be forced to get insurance, which is a good thing as a whole, but it also means inadvertantly picking up the slack to pay for those dumbf*cks out there who have made themselve unhealthy from years of smoking, abusing drugs and/or overconsumption of chili cheese fries. This last fact lies in direct opposition with some of my current views, namely my belief that my moolah should not go to helping  the likes of skankbags like good ol' Lilo stay upright long enough to continue to have spitting fights with Sam Ronsen...yay... ;-/

Let the Good Times Roll in 2010!!

Yowsa! It's been waaayy too damn long since I last posted here! How are my GlamVitians??? (All 11 of you, lol.) I know, I know, I took a super long break from this blog because well, I just had a lot of shizz goin on, so there. My (non) apologies outta the way - HAPPY BLEEPIN NEW YEAR to you all!! I know that comes a li'l late, but it's actually really good we're a few weeks in to 2010, since this way I can start dishing on what I think this year has been about so far and what, I'm guessing, it'll continue to be about.

So far, I'd have to say 2010 has been all about new beginnings. For instance, I finally did decide to go back to school (see blog posts 2 & 3 for backstory on this), so I've been shimmying my way back into college life again for the first time in, well, some time. And for those not in the know, yes, I'm going back to school for a career change from journalism to healthcare. Now, now, no need to weep darlings, I'll still be here with an open heart ready to spew more decadent verbal debauchery at you about anything I deem Glam Vita worthy, so never fear. You are not alone.

Also proving that 2010 is all about starting anew, is the whole Conan O'Brien vs. Jay Leno f*ckery that's been dominating the headlines so far this year. Dunno about you, but to me this scandal, or "Colen" as I like to call it, has been all about Conan, the magic he brings to the table and what he needs to do to keep his late night awesomeness alive, as not to get sucked dry by the corporate baddies. So, when NBC was all, "Duuhhh Conan, Jay wants the Tonight Show time slot back after he promised it to you years ago, so get in the back seat again or go play in traffic, mmkthx," it was up to Conan to keep his dignity, preserve the sanctity of his comic genius, throw Andy Richter over his shoulder a'la Brendan Frasier in Encino Man and say, "No-go, f*cktards. I best be leavin now for another network that will milk me somewhat less and appreciate me more, but not until you pricks pay me an ungodly sum of money to git gone cuz THIS IS SPARTA!!! ...Ps. bob on this, kthx."

I mean, really. Who does NBC think Conan is, Jimmy Fallon? No, my lovelies. Conan is much more than a pretty boy who wouldn't know an original punchline if it punched him right in the nads. This is why I believe that in the wake of Colen, Conan represents the spirit of 2010. It's that spirit that dictates standing up for yourself, staying true to what you're worth and letting go of toxic connections with those who take for granted what you bring to the world. This is what 2010 should be about for all of us. I know it is for me, i'nt that right kitty?

Yikes! Ok, we'll leave kitty out of it. Anywho, I'd like to close by saying God bless network television blunders for giving us all something to get self-righteous about, God bless Lady Gaga for giving me more hot sh*t to look forward to in 2010, and may peace be with us all this year and every year to come!!!

Merry Pricksmas!!

Merry Christmas my little candy canes!! There's tons to report about on this fine Christmas night (ex./ some crazy b*tch bum-rushed the Pope, an even crazier mofo tried to light off a bomb on a plane in Detroit, etc.), but I've decided to hit you all with a little ditty about a prick named Charlie Sheen cuz, well, he desrves some holidy sh*t talkin. Now, unless you were born 20 minutes ago then you're at least somewhat familiar with the trashastic antics of this homo. And if you really did hatch into this world sheer moments ago and you're not familiar, then let me wipe the placenta from your wee baby eyes for a little rundown of the pricktard checklist (AKA,  a better idea of the jerkuss at hand): Substance abuse problems followed by multiple stints in rehab and jail? Check! Gambling addiction? Check! Customer of the Decade award in a high-priced prostitution ring? Check! Jilted trashy ex wife who left him while in her 3rd trimester of pregnancy followed by more drug/gambling/ hooker problems? Check! Arrested this Christmas morning for choking a b*tch who happened to be his current wife and mother of even more of his trash spawn? Check, check, check!!
So, yeah. It looks like the ol' Brat Packer turned fudge-packer today as he spent some time in the pokey for doing what the truly trashy do best: beat up on their drunk wives - rootin tootin good, y'all!! I don't think I need to get into details of what reportedly happened, except that ol' Chas and the li'l lady were vacationing in Aspen when it all went down, but I think we can picture the most likely scenario:

Mr. Trashy: B*tch, that's my Gold Bond medicated foot powder, what you reckon you doin with it?
Mrs. Trashy: Aww, paww!! I needed it for our youngins!! I reckon their hides are chapped from all the snow up here in Aspen.
Mr. Trashy: What'd you call me?? I ain't no has-been!! Come 'ere, b*tch, I'll teach you sass me!!

...and so on, and so on...sigh...but enough about Lifestyles of the Rich and Lameness. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas!! I spent mine home with the family, playing Santa to my brother's li'l critters in the morning and then to the movies to catch Sherlock Holmes in the afternoon, which was a pretty good flick, btw. Robert Downey Jr. really did a great job with the role! So much so that I no longer think my beloved J. Depp could have been a better fit for the role. (I still love you, baby - muah!!) And for once I saw what the rest of the world sees in Jude Law whenever they talk about him being a good actor and whatnot. He played the Robin to Downey Jr.'s bad-ass Bri-ish Batman with a decent amount of edge and without coming off the least bit butt-buddy about it - cheerio, ol' chap!!

This just in...

Yo! So my editor at Socal.com sent me a link to my latest piece with the site. It's a theatre review of a kick-ass play/musical lust partaay called The Wanting that's been running in Santa Monica. Word is it's going on the road this weekend to, well, I can't recall now, so let's just say else other places. Anywho, if ya wanna check it out, click here. I noticed who ever layed it out is completely daft in design and possibly missing a chromosome, but it still made it in with my original submission virtually untouched.

Bummer...

Happy Monday, ya'll. So I got up this morning to the news that Brittany Murphy has died...at 32!!...The internet has been down at my place since last week (an odessey in patience all its own) and it wasn’t until I ventured over to my parents' connection today that I was able to get all my gossip headlines, but WTF?? I totally didn't expect this one, especially since I'd kind of forgotten all about her with Hollywood already so ripe with late 20's-early 30's aged actresses making headlines for poor lifestyle choices instead of strong screen work (see the post below this one for a perfect example), that Ms. Murphy pretty much had slipped off my radar.
It's not that I'm some big fan of hers or that I even really considered her a good actress, but I can say I've followed her work a little bit since she came onto the scene in 1994 with Clueless (one of those movies we'd rock after school everyday for like months) and it's kind of really a shock to me that's she's gone, especially so young. I'm not one of those weirdos who all feels like I knew some celeb even when I'm a huge fan of someone and know tons of details about their lives (like my man Morrissey or 'Ye), but I just feel so bad for her husband and family, and can't help but wonder if her death was a product of her lifestyle. The reports I read said her mother (who she is  said to have been very close to) found her unconscious in the shower, and that she died of cardiac arrest, which for her age group is basically code for coke problem and/or eating disorder. If that's the case, I wouldn’t be surprised since the Hollywood machine manages to chew up young people with drugs as its saliva and spit them out a spiritually impoverished version of their former selves routinely, but it's just sad that another young lady left her loved ones and fans this way.

Over the years I've managed to pick up little details about Murphy’s life (ex./ she dated Ashton Kutcher and Eminem) and I have seen some of her other films like 8 Mile (3 stars), Girl Interrupted (4 stars) and Love & Other Disasters ( -2 stars, seriously baaaaad), and it's been reported that she was working on an indie film at the time of her death, so she definitely had some more good years of work to share with us. R.I.P, lady. Like I said above, bummer.

Ahh, idiocy...

Dear Linds,
If you're reading this, then I'm the happiest girlee in socal because I get to tell you directly that you, missy, are an imbecilic snatch-face who has no business discussing anything other than how to be a hot mess with a cold career. That being said, please retire from twitter and all other social networking sites the same way you've retired from being a legitimate actress, ASAP. In fact, put down your iphone and pick back up that vile of coke you keep lodged in one of your nappy-ass extensions and go on another one of your famous 2-year binges, followed by a 6-month kibble coma, followed by some well-deserved rehab time, followed by jail time with daddy, followed by early retirement in a place where you can never have access to a keyboard whether connected to the internet or not, humpf!! ;-/
So, you may be asking why I'm even wasting space on the internet bashing the likes of this pathetic hasbo who seems to have been replaced by Tiger Woods as head tabloid dumb-ass?? Well, because this time her poseur antics have involved my peeps and I can't stands no more! That's right folks, the Lindster went to India and managed to ignite a sh*t storm of criticism that is best described as an international incident with a special ed twist.
It all began earlier today when I came across this little gem on Wonderwall about how Skanky McCougarface went to India supposedly on a mission to help rescue some children laboring in Delhi sweatshops and tweeted about how, "Over 40 children saved so far ... Within one day's work ... This is what life is about ...Doing THIS is a life worth living!!!" When the reality of it is that Lilo got to India well AFTER the mission had already taken place and the kiddies were already saved... LAME!
So yeah, she had absolutely nothing to do with saving anybody in India from anything, except maybe she saved some poor rikshaw drivers from certain STD infection by not hooking up with them...sigh...
So Lindsay, honey, if you're reading this, please just stop. Stop the posing, stop the tweeting, stop doing anything that garners you any attention, just STOP.
That is all.

Party in the USA, indeed!!

Howdy blogosphere, how goes it?! So I'm trolling through my favorite frivolous celeb dish sites today and I come across this little tidbit about how Miley Cyrus is fixin' to do a cover of Poison's "Every Rose Has it's Thorn"... can we say, 'teen trash meets geezer trash'? YEEHAW!!
So it looks like young Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana/jailbait/Brit-Brit in training, is about ready to remake the hair band classic that glam rocker-turned-reality TV whore, Bret Michaels once wrote for a stripper who broke his heart in the 80's. And it's rumored that ol' Brett is gonna do the strummin' to Miley's hummin' on the remake of his trusty steed of a hit that won't quit.
Now, I'm not against hairband ballads, or covers of them for that matter, but does anyone else find it creepy that Miley's gonna be singing a song about a trashy pole dancer after her infamous display of her pole dancing aspirations at the Teen Choice Awards earlier this year? I'm just sayin..=-O