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Excellent Sherlock Fanvid

Music is “Seven Nation Army” from the White Stripes, if you’ve not heard it before.

Because your day *always* needs more surreal…

I present to you “The Mystery of the Leaping Fish” by Douglas Fairbanks; a hilarious comedy about the brilliant, drug-addled detective Coke Ennyday, who despite powdering his nose with a giant powderpuff of cocaine, constantly shooting up speed, and eating opium paste like jam, manages to beat the snot out of the bad guys and save the pretty girl (who happens to be a self-saving princess anyway, and manages to save him once or twice too!). This is a pretty terrible print, but hey, if nothing else, it’s a really awesome waste of 25 minutes.

…also, you get Doug in a swimsuit, and HOT DAMN.

Matt Smith + Orbital = The Doctor’s Dance Party

Matt Smith is so gloriously nerdy.  I’m sure he’s quite mad, and really I love him all the more for it.

<3 <3 <3

We had the pleasure of seeing Caetano Veloso at the Greek yesterday evening, and he was wonderful as always.  There’s something very intimate about his concerts, even from the balcony the music feels very personal, it’s like he’s singing just for you, but of course it’s even more fun when you’re near.

It’s a lovely venue, nestled in the Hollywood Hills just a little way down from the Griffith Observatory.  It’s an open air venue, and despite being right in the middle of Los Angeles, is surrounded by open woodland.  It was wonderfully tranquil, sitting in their little cafe under the paper lanterns and fairy lights, with a view of nothing but lush evergreens, listening to the birds before the concert.

We knew we wouldn’t have time to eat beforehand, so we ordered a nice little picnic basket dinner with a bottle of chilled white zinfandel, and while it was overpriced, it was also quite delicious.  After our second bottle of wine, we both agreed we’d had much worse and paid more for the pleasure.  I kept a tasty lemon cookie in my pocket for later, and nommed on it throughout the show.

Cae puts on a great show, and always plays in good venues.  There are a lot of brasilieros here in LA, and his fans are particularly dedicated, so most of the audience sang along with the songs.  I’ve only got the vaguest idea what most of his songs are about, but I sing along as well.  He’s very political, but the strange and wonderful thing about tropicalia is that it’s hopeful, uplifting. It’s a song to carry in your heart, even if the lyrics are about poverty and violence.

During the encore a lot of people left their seats, so I followed suit, and being both tiny and female, was able to squeeze right up to the stage.  The stage wasn’t that high, but still, he had to reach quite a way down.  Tiny girl hands with sparkly glitter polish always get touched.  *sigh*  He has soft, strong hands.

Everything about Caetano Veloso makes me happy.  He’s the father of a whole musical genre, but he’s still humble.  He’s very good to his band mates onstage, even though they’re quite young, they’re all highly skilled musicians, and he lets them shine.  It seems as if generosity of spirit comes easily to him.

Speaking of generosity, his new album “zii e zie” is online for listening in its entirety.  Check it out.  It’s edgy and like most of his work, is solidly grounded in rock and roll, but is also soothing and melodious.  I think you’ll like it.

Good Eats!

I fell in love with Jaques Pepin when he said, quite without irony, that it was alright to use canned beans in certain recipes — and then proceeded to open a tin and do just that.  Great chef, more concerned with showing people how to make good, simple food, than with all the intricacies of soaking overnight and growing your own.  I thought it was pretty fabulous.

…well, this evening I finally saw something to top even that.  Anthony Bourdain, cracking and devouring a small mountain of shellfish, using nothing but his hands.

Now, this comes with a story.  Many years ago I had a French boyfriend, and said boyfriend and I sat down to a seafood dinner with Mint.  You should know that I love fresh shellfish with a passion unrivaled by any other foodstuff.  After watching me hand-crack and devour my own small mountain of shellfish, my boyfriend turned to Mint, saying, “If you want to know how a woman is in bed, watch her eat.”

“Suck”

…yeah, that’s what I’d call my vampire movie too.  Still.  It’s got Alice Cooper, Moby, Iggy Pop, Henry Rollins, AND Malcolm McDowell!!!

I DESPERATELY WANT TO SEE THIS MOVIE.

Chicago TARDIS – Delgado!Master

Oh no!  Our heroine has been hypnotized by the Master!  What will become of her?  Will the Doctor arrive in time to save her?  Tune in tomorrow to find out!