Showing posts with label *snork*. Show all posts
Showing posts with label *snork*. Show all posts
Friday, August 12, 2011
97 Days!
As Georgi so sweetly put it, "I knew you couldn't keep it up three whole days in a row."
Do I know what I'm talking about???
*snork*,
Breaking Dawn,
Twilight saga
Friday, November 19, 2010
Geeeezzzzz
Why do I find such things so amusing? I stole borrowed these from (excuse my language, please) Fuck Yeah Jumping Rob; you may go there to see page after page after page of these things.
The original photo from the set of Breaking Dawn 1 in Brazil:

It's an unfortunate shot. He's so pretty. Usually.

So here are my favorites:













Poor, poor Rob.
The original photo from the set of Breaking Dawn 1 in Brazil:

It's an unfortunate shot. He's so pretty. Usually.

So here are my favorites:













Poor, poor Rob.
Do I know what I'm talking about???
*snork*,
Breaking Dawn,
Dumb stuff,
Edward,
Robert Pattinson,
Robward,
Twilight saga,
WTF?
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Fantasy Fest
I know, I know, I haven't posted in two months. Time has a way of slipping away from me these days. That Keys mentality.....not productive.
ANYway, Key West's excuse for a party has been going on for a week, and tonight we went to see what it's all about. It's unbelievable for one thing. Tonight was the body painting contest; there were many many painted bodies out 'n' about. Since this isn't an adults-only blog, I'll have to be discreet about things and not post the truly aw-shit-inspiring ones. And believe me, there were plenty of those out there tonight.
I'll try to stay with the arty ones.
Yep, paint from the waist up, but done very nicely. It's not totally obvious that the women are braless. Or shirtless.
Naughty Schoolgirl talks to Wonder Woman. Later I photographed her with her boyfriend, the priest. That's on Crack, though, so I haven't gotten it onto the computer.

You do not want to see Sponge Bob Squarepants. Because he's not wearing any pants. I think he's the only totally naked person we saw. At least, the only totally naked man we saw. Most of the women were wearing at least tiny thongs.
We got your dogs.






We got your drunk guy.

We got your drunk woman.

We got your cats.


Look at this one's mouth. It's perfect. It looks like someone drew it on her with a Sharpie, but it's real.

Next we got your Cat Man. No, really. He puts on two shows every night at Mallory Square during the sunset celebration. He's nuts, but those cats do exactly what he wants them to do. I didn't know it was possible to train cats!




We got your Key West sunset (without much setting taking place).

Some of the nicer "costumes":

Those jeans are painted on her.








And these were the tasteful costumes.
The other faction was there, too.

I didn't get a photo of the sign that mentioned Sodom and Gomorrah.
A couple of street shots:






Okay, enough.
Note: It was 81 degrees when we got home at 10:30. Eighty-one. At the end of October.
I like this living in the tropics thing!
ANYway, Key West's excuse for a party has been going on for a week, and tonight we went to see what it's all about. It's unbelievable for one thing. Tonight was the body painting contest; there were many many painted bodies out 'n' about. Since this isn't an adults-only blog, I'll have to be discreet about things and not post the truly aw-shit-inspiring ones. And believe me, there were plenty of those out there tonight.
I'll try to stay with the arty ones.
We got your dogs.
We got your drunk guy.
We got your drunk woman.
We got your cats.
Look at this one's mouth. It's perfect. It looks like someone drew it on her with a Sharpie, but it's real.
Next we got your Cat Man. No, really. He puts on two shows every night at Mallory Square during the sunset celebration. He's nuts, but those cats do exactly what he wants them to do. I didn't know it was possible to train cats!
We got your Key West sunset (without much setting taking place).
Some of the nicer "costumes":
And these were the tasteful costumes.
The other faction was there, too.
I didn't get a photo of the sign that mentioned Sodom and Gomorrah.
A couple of street shots:
Okay, enough.
Note: It was 81 degrees when we got home at 10:30. Eighty-one. At the end of October.
I like this living in the tropics thing!
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