So this is my first blog with the indicators, and I have nothing interesting to say. As I was sitting up late at night pondering what to write about I saw 12 commercials for "Girls gone Wild". I have a serious problem with these videos. Is it because these girls are being objectified? NO. Is it because these videos are morally corrupt? NO. The thing that I have a problem with is that the people getting rich off of these tapes are the guys behind the camera, which is ridiculous because I know a bunch of guys that would do that job for free. Ladies come on. A wise man once said if you are good at something never do it for free. I say if you have nice ta tas than you get a check or a wad of cash before you go showing them on film... or in my case at least have him buy you dinner. Jewelry works too. I have also done it for stock options. And once for advice on my taxes. Either way, I was getting something out of it, and those girls should have held out for more than t-shirts and Mardi-gra beads. Joe Francis has built a multi million dollar empire on the jugs of American women, and they haven't seen a cent of it; they haven't even been reimbursed for the money they spent to buy those boobs in the first place!! In the future, ladies, make sure you get something in writing- oh and demand to get paid double if you are going to give people a tour of your basement.
-Alaine
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Blog-ginity
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You just helped me loose my blog virginity. Thanks. I have to tell you, though, I was very nervous. I didn’t know if it would hurt, or if it would be amazing, if I would cry, or if you would. And now that it’s over, am I finally a woman? I have to say, I feel mostly the same, but somehow different. Like I have a new knowledge. As if I’m immortal, in a way, because this blog will always be here, on the internet, between you and me, even though someday we’ll both be gone.
Now I’m faced with the consequences of this action. What will people say about my blog? I’ve heard that there are those who just sit around and critique blogs all day. The Blogosphere. What’s that? Am I a part of it now? Ohmigod, what if I wasn’t any good? Will word get out in the um, blog-o-sphere? Will I get a reputation? I really should just find my pants and get out of here. Quick! Before word gets out that Lindsey Carter Blogs. What will my mother say?
Look, I’ve had a nice time, but I think I should stick to doing this on stage, at Indicators shows. It’s live and raw and fresh, and to tell you the truth, there is a way better rush. Not that I think that this wasn’t really great, because it was. Don’t you feel bad, or anything. I love new experiences. It’s just…Well, let me put it to you this way. I like it when people watch. I like to watch them watching. It doesn’t matter who it is on stage, either. I just like how the room gets hot and there’s noise and breathing and sweat. It is a little more alive than simply writing a blog. I like interaction. And I like you. Which brings me to the question, if, um, you’ll come sometime to one of our shows. I know what you’re thinking, you are thinking about all you’ve heard about live performances. Well, I’m here to tell you that it doesn’t have to be shameful to see live theatre. It’s a really beautiful thing between an actor and the audience. I am just asking you because I really feel a connection. So what do you say?
-Lindsey
You just helped me loose my blog virginity. Thanks. I have to tell you, though, I was very nervous. I didn’t know if it would hurt, or if it would be amazing, if I would cry, or if you would. And now that it’s over, am I finally a woman? I have to say, I feel mostly the same, but somehow different. Like I have a new knowledge. As if I’m immortal, in a way, because this blog will always be here, on the internet, between you and me, even though someday we’ll both be gone.
Now I’m faced with the consequences of this action. What will people say about my blog? I’ve heard that there are those who just sit around and critique blogs all day. The Blogosphere. What’s that? Am I a part of it now? Ohmigod, what if I wasn’t any good? Will word get out in the um, blog-o-sphere? Will I get a reputation? I really should just find my pants and get out of here. Quick! Before word gets out that Lindsey Carter Blogs. What will my mother say?
Look, I’ve had a nice time, but I think I should stick to doing this on stage, at Indicators shows. It’s live and raw and fresh, and to tell you the truth, there is a way better rush. Not that I think that this wasn’t really great, because it was. Don’t you feel bad, or anything. I love new experiences. It’s just…Well, let me put it to you this way. I like it when people watch. I like to watch them watching. It doesn’t matter who it is on stage, either. I just like how the room gets hot and there’s noise and breathing and sweat. It is a little more alive than simply writing a blog. I like interaction. And I like you. Which brings me to the question, if, um, you’ll come sometime to one of our shows. I know what you’re thinking, you are thinking about all you’ve heard about live performances. Well, I’m here to tell you that it doesn’t have to be shameful to see live theatre. It’s a really beautiful thing between an actor and the audience. I am just asking you because I really feel a connection. So what do you say?
-Lindsey
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Let's get ready to...well...be quiet and stop fighting...please.
Dear Everyone, I’d like to take this opportunity to dissect one of America’s most perplexing traditions...the 4AM couples street fight...if it’s 4 o’clock in the morning and you’re fighting with your significant other, keep that shit in your house. I don’t need to know that you think your boyfriend is actually a “faggot.” Or that his father is a “faggot” and that they should suck each ohers something or others. And if your girlfriend actually is “Portland Trash,” then she’s probably already aware of that and isn’t impressed by your wealth of knowledge. Plus if your boyfriend is in fact a “faggot” or your girlfriend is in fact “Portland trash,” then you’ve already agreed to set these details aside as you are currently living together. Regardless, why is it then necessary to bring this argument out into the street? And what makes you think that it’s necessary to yell at the top of your lungs? And what stops you from having this argument at 4 in the afternoon. If I knew that everytime 4 in the morning comes around I get in a full-on knock-down drag-out fight with my significant other, I would possibly make it a point to be asleep at that time. If I were a werewolf, I’d know to lock myself in a cage on the night of a full moon...likewise, you should know when a fight is coming, and lock yourself in a cage. Or better yet, lock your significant other in a cage! Either way...some of us have to get up in the morning...so keep it down or I’ll call the cops...AND STAY OFF MY LAWN!
-ben
-ben
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