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Eros al quadrato

Sunday, October 28th, 2007

So … who lives in Italy who’s willing to send me the new Eros Ramazzotti album?

Search Term Fun

Saturday, June 2nd, 2007

It’s time for another round of “search term fun,” where I pull up Google Analytics and look at all the search terms that have somehow managed to bring people to this site. Sometimes it’s fun. Sometimes, it’s a little scary … Also, I’m dawdling on putting together the presentation I have to give this week.

Ready? Let’s go!

As tired as I am of the subject, Christian Chavez-related terms still lead the way. We’ll ignore those.

There are several misspelled search terms: ‘pron,’ for example. I assume you mean ‘porn,’ and you might want to specify what kind of porn you’re looking for. If you can’t spell it, you might still be young enough to not be aware of the fact that there’s all sorts of porn out there, and some of it might make you cry if you’re not fully prepared. I’m just saying.

Several people looking for syllabi from courses taught by professors I know. Dudes, have you tried just e-mailing them?

“Is Zachary Quinto gay?” [Sylar on Heroes]
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Photos like the above to the contrary, I don’t think so, but anyone can be gay these days. That’s sort of the point. To all the folks that feel the need to send nasty messages about this or leave ridiculous comments (which are now disabled anyway): The above image is a still from a very bad television show that starred Tori Spelling. ZQ was playing a *role*. I don’t care whether you think he’s gay or straight. I don’t care whether he IS gay or straight. Stop sending me messages about it.

(Thanks to Andy Towle for finding these.)

Is Zachary Quinto Jewish?
I … have no idea. He’s half-Italian and half-Irish, so my guess would be that he’s Catholic, but anything is possible…

“Is Eros Ramazzotti gay?”
I’m almost 100% sure he’s not. He’s been linked to every supermodel in Europe and has a kid. If he’s hiding something, he’s doing a really good job of it. Sometimes, you know, they’re actually straight. It’s OK. There’s lots of superstars who are.

Here’s one: “How to pronounce Mma Ramotswe”
Well, I don’t speak Setswana, but the lady who does the audio books certainly sounds like she knows what she’s doing when she runs through all of those names, so here goes: it’s “mm” as in “mmm, cookies!” with an “ah” at the end. “mm-ah”

I assume it was the “Mma” part that was giving you problems. “Ramotswe” is pretty straightforward – the ending is pronounced “way,” not “we.”

So: “mmah rah-MOATS-way.”

“texas gay egypt arabic university blog mexico greek”
Hey, you found me! :eek:

“legal to email photos of shirtless boys?”
It depends on how old the boy is. You know, in general, if you have to ask …

“antonio bandera penis almodovar”
OK, to begin with: it’s Banderas, and the man’s first name is Pedro, not penis.

Check out “Law of Desire” (“La ley del deseo“). It has all of those correctly spelled elements in it.

God’s e-mail address in Saudi Arabia oil company
I’m guessing “God” is someone’s nickname. You might have better luck if you try his real name.

If you’re trying to actually reach HaShem Jehovah Allah, you’d do well to try one of the Western Wall delivery services.

List of detective agencies in Bombay directory
Try … the Bombay phone book? If such a creature doesn’t exist (they’ve got one for Cairo now, so there must be one for Bombay/Mumbai), try Google India.

Zamalek Egypt Abu Seed
Great food. The service is horrific, but the food makes up for it. You need reservations pretty much any night of the week. The same guys run L’Aubergine and Cafe Tabasco, which are also both in Zamalek. (Be warned: there’s no sign – it’s got an elaborately carved door, but it does look like you’re about to walk into someone’s house.)

Is there sand dunes off the coast of Jeddah, Saudi Arabia?
No. There’s a coral reef, but no sand dunes.

Pictures of Egypt in the summer
Interestingly enough, Egypt looks the same in the winter as it does in the summer.

Geek porn free photos
OK, I’m a little scared now. Is this the type where she wears a pocket protector and nothing else?

Here’s a few other ones that I don’t quite know what to do with:
Austin body shave” — sad part is that I can think of a few places …
passing car bomb” — I don’t wanna think about it.
Christian Chavez since when was gay” — since birth. Duh.
Bad rock Agia Napa” — I’ve been to Agia Napa. I haven’t been to music clubs there, but I’m going to guess that there’s a lot of bad rock music there. Unless you’re looking for the village whose name means “Wicked stones,” in which case you should try looking for “Kakopetria.” If you don’t plan to rent a car, forget it, though, as it’s at least two hours away and public transport is pretty non-existent in Cyprus.
Quentin Tarantino man-love Robert Rodriguez” — Um, OK …
Scat porn Paris Hilton” — aaaaand I’m done.

Video Monday: Cose della vita

Monday, May 14th, 2007

Today’s videoclip is a United Nations/Benetton wet dream: Italian pop star Eros Ramazzotti singing with Tina Turner, in a video directed by Spike Lee. Seriously.

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The video is 10 years old at this point, but I still want to look as good as Tina when I’m her age. Hell, I kinda want to look as good as she does now.

update: Ack! I was wrong. Spike Lee directed the original version of the video – the Tina-less version from the Tutti Storie album. I thought this one looked a little out of character for Spike — the original, has many more typical Spike Lee elements:

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Happy Monday!
(lyrics after the jump)

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Musical Interlude

Thursday, April 5th, 2007

It’s going through my head, I’m going to put it in yours.

Eros Ramazzotti — Un’Emozione per Sempre

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It’s still better than the video of Alanis Morissette singing “My Humps” that’s been going around the ‘net for the past few days. Apparently she did it as an April Fool’s joke, but it’s … it’s kind of like watching a slow motion train wreck. You’re not enjoying the view, but there’s something that keeps you from turning it off.

Anyway. Enjoy Eros — he’s a ham, but kind of easy on the eyes…

Same old, same old

Sunday, March 25th, 2007

I’ve been feeling uninspired lately, like my life is stuck in a bit of a rut. To some degree, it is — it’s late spring and for the first year since 2002, I’m not gearing up for some massive summer project that is taking up my time and energy. I’m trying not to let it show in my blog posts, with the result that I’m going in long stretches without posting anything (which is OK, because most of the people stumbling on this site go directly to the page where I mention Christian Chavez’s gay wedding. He’s gay, folks, get over it. From what I can tell from being in the supermarket checkout line, it’s in every Spanish language tabloid known to man). I’m kind of sorry that I brought it up … but weirdly proud of the high readership it’s generated. I *so* need help.

I’ve started on the garden, but we’ve gone as far as we can without professional help (or at least a rented tiller to scour up the rest of it), and since it’s heading toward the end of the month the heart may be willing but the wallet is thin.

As a brief aside, we dog-sat for some friends this weekend — the same friends who take care of Mocha when we’re out of town. Ray picked their dogs up on his way home from work, and by the time I made it home they’d already broken off the jalapeno plant down to the ground, trodden through the oleander, and kicked the gravel every-which-way. Better still, one of the two guest dogs decided that Mocha’s hole wasn’t big enough, so he dug it down to the point where he could lay in it with his head poking out at ground level. He did such a good job of dispersing the dirt that we’re waiting for it to rain so that the hole will fill back in, because that’s the only way it’s going to happen. I created a makeshift fence out of tomato stakes and it kept them out for the rest of the weekend — that and my going ballistic every time I saw one of the dogs heading in that direction. Mutts.

Eros Ramazzotti - 9Anyway. I’m also in this weird musical rut — this happens with me, where I acquire or two CDs and wind up listening to them over and over and over and over and over again to the exclusion of just about everything else. At the moment, my iPod is probably tired of playing Eros Ramazzotti’s album 9 (it was his ninth album, hence the title, and for the record I’m listening to the Italian version, not the Spanish), and my car is sick of The Damnwells’ Air Stereo and Keane’s Under the Iron Sea. The worst thing is that I can totally see what’s next: Per Gessle’s new album En händig man (A handy man) comes out on June 12, and that will be stuck on constant replay until well after the New Year. I have no plans to travel to Sweden for the subsequent tour, however, since Sweden is one of the most expensive countries on earth.

My TV viewing has gone down because everything I watch is on hiatus, which is a nice way of saying “not coming back” when we’re talking about Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. I’m growing weary of Lost — I just don’t care who dies in the next episode because it’s going to wind up being someone no one cares about anyway (my money is on Rodrigo Santorio’s character — whatever his name is — because he’s had about five minutes of air time all season).

Rome ends tonight for us in the US, and it should come as no surprise what’s going to happen with the big characters (Octavian wins — as much as we’d all like to slap him silly — whilst Antony and Cleopatra die. This is all basic history), and I have this sneaking suspicion that the two ‘main characters’ of the show — Pullo and Vorenus — are going to have to fight each other to the death for some stupidly contrived-yet-heartbreaking reason. I don’t expect this one to be as gut wrenching as the end of Six Feet Under, which had me depressed for days afterwards. I still can’t hear Sia’s “Breathe Me” without getting a little verklempt.

This evening is also the season finale of Battlestar Galactica, which isn’t coming back until January (!!), and great shocks and surprises are promised. (Entertainment Weekly had the following irritating description: “Of all the characters I thought would be a Cylon: him??” Ugh.) After The Sopranos ends, there won’t be anything to look forward to on Sunday nights anymore. I can’t go back to The Simpsons

And so, it’s Sunday afternoon. The laundry is in the drier, the dog is tired from her now-departed guests (no walk today), and it’s still threatening to rain … but probably won’t.

Here’s hoping you’re having an interesting Sunday, wherever you are!

 

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