Carla Gugino, Because You’re Not Searching for Anything Interesting

Carla in the Pool. Sweet.

Carla Gugino in the pool. Too bad there wasn’t more hot sex scenes in Spy Kids. That’s all I’m saying.

Sweet. What man wouldn’t want to watch her getting ready in the morning? Or getting ready to go out to dinner? And that lipstick check? Oh. My.

Carla Gugino, Anxiously Awaiting My Arrival. No, Seriously.

Ah. Caral illustrating the appropriate repose for a wife who is awaiting her husband at the end of the day. No, seriously.

Carla Gugino and a Net.

Sweet. Not exactly sure what she is doing with the net.

Carla as a Street Angel. Very Appropriate.

Now I believe in Angels. I mean, I believed before, but now I really, really believe.

And, On The Eighth Day, God Created Carla Gugino. Bless Him!

Ah, sweet Carla.

Carla Gugino at the Egyptian Theater

Poise. Confidence. Class.

Carla Gugino, In That Same Bra, But Only Black and White.

Oh. My. Golly.

A Picture is Worth 1000 Words.

And, of course, Carla Gugino is Going to be The Original Silk Spectre, Sally Jupiter, in the Upcoming Watchmen Flick from Zack Snyder.

Carla Gugino as Sally Jupiter.

Speaking of which, check on the groovy Girls Kick Azz mini-doc from the upcoming Watchmen movie:

Carla Obligates You To Fall In Love With Her. She Is Just Like That.

And, one more, revisiting that first pool image:

Black and White Carla Gugino. I think Some Clever Person Tried to Enhance the Breasticles.

When Was the First Large Scale Computer Built?

That’s what you’re searching for. That would be the ENIAC.

The original development contract was signed on June 5, 1943. It was unveiled on February 14th, 1946. It was officially accepted by the U.S.  Army Ordnance Corps in July of 1945. Except for a “refurbishment” and “memory upgrade” in November of 1946, the ENIAC was in continuous operation until 11:45 PM, October 2nd, 1955.

The EDVAC and the ORDVAC were the names of the computers that replaced the ENIAC.

From Wikipedia:

ENIAC, short for Electronic Numerical Integrator And Computer, was the first general-purpose electronic computer. It was the first Turing-complete, digital computer capable of being reprogrammed to solve a full range of computing problems. ENIAC was designed and built to calculate artillery firing tables for the U.S. Army’s Ballistic Research Laboratory.

The Original Computer. The ENIAC.

And click here for the full ENIAC story.

These days, you get way more computing power in the lowliest desktop or laptop running Microsoft Windows. Even an old machine running Windows 95 would way out perform the hugely expensive (and hugely huge) ENIAC, EDVAC and ORDVAC.

And don’t get me started on how above and beyond Windows NT or Windows 2000 are.

California Woman Gives Birth to Octuplets; Reality Television Deal Imminent

Seriously, how else can regular people afford to raise 8 kids these days? Especially 8 children all the same age, where none of them are any help until about the time that all of them are?

This woman probably had more than a few kids cooking at the time. But it aint the California woman, just a conveniently located picture on Google Image Search.

Crazy people. That’s all I got to say. And it’s tough enough to get your figure back after 1 kids. After having eight of the little boogers in your stomach for about nine months? Ouch.

For now, they all seem to be in good shape. So, good news.

Two of the eight infants (six boys and two girls) were initially put on ventilators, but their breathing tubes have been removed, the Associated Press reported. The babies weighed between 1.8 pounds and 3.4 pounds when they were born with the help of 46 doctors, nurses and assistants.

The unidentified mother checked into the hospital seven weeks ago, when she was in her 23rd week of pregnancy. Hospital officials wouldn’t reveal whether she’d used fertility drugs.

Tania Zaetta Accuse of Getting Sex With Australian Soldiers in Afghanistan

Turns out, Tania Zaetta is innocent of all these false sexy allegations. But she is guilty of general cuteness.

Tania Zaetta Accuse of Having Sex With Soldiers. Although, If Anyone Deserves Free Sexual Favors Without Harassment, Its the Military People Keeping Our Planet Safe from Terrorists. But, Ah Well.

And, Australia’s Chief Military Dude apologized to the cute chick for being such a dickard.

Tania Zaetta Guilty of Entertaining Soliders, Sailors, Airmen and Marines.

According to Fox:

“There was no substance to the allegations,” Houston said in a statement. “Ms. Zaetta gave her time and her talent to entertain our forces serving in Afghanistan and she deserves our praise and our thanks. I have also made clear to Ms Zaetta that she is welcome to again join a Forces Entertainment Tour in the near future.”

You Are All Boring And More Proof Being Male Is a Genetic Defect

Sorry I haven’t posted recently. But you’re all incredibly boring, so that’s why.

However, Intermittent Explosive Disorder is in the big search grab bag this morning. Basically, sounds like being a man and having a temper is a medical disorder now. Well, I guess.

Randy Orton Has Intermittent Explosive Disorder. Damn Men.

 Supposed, WWE wrestler Randy Orton has the Intermittent Explosive Disorder, or “a temper”. 

Why do I say it means that being male is more and more becoming a genetic disorder–at least in how the mass media and the education system wants us to look at masculinity? Just a quote from the Huliq blurb on Intermitten Explosive Disorder: 

According to the Mayo Clinic, intermittent explosive disorder occurs most often in young men (no!) and may affect as many as one in 14 U.S. adults.

What’s the implication of that? That it’s mainly or only guys that suffer “Intermittent Explosive Disorder”, which any man can tell you is a frickin’ delusion if you’ve been in any kind of extended relationship with a woman. To this day, I have seen more woman go scary-freaky-hurt-somebody nuclear angry than I have guys. Yes, I know guys do it. But I’ve seen plenty of women Intermittently Explode. And, if you ask me, for less cause than I’ve ever seen a guy do it. 

But, explosive rage is irrational. And women are irrational. So, you’d actually expect them to suffer from Intermitten Explosive Disorder even more. If the biases of our culture didn’t say that women are so good and perfect and peace-loving and men are angry, selfish, sex-obsessed, objectifying, planet-destroying brutes.

You know what makes a man a better and nicer person? Something the women won’t do because they “don’t like the taste”. That’s all I’m saying. Whose fault is this Intermittent Explosive Disorder, really? The guy, who is expected to wait on the woman hand and foot, or the gal, who can’t even make time for a little afternoon mouth-magic on a weekend filled with honey-do projects? Huh? 

I’m totally on Randy Orton’s side on this one.

The Obamameter is Going To Keep Track of Obama’s Performance

The Obama Meter will apparently keep track of how he performs on his campaign promises. Either it’ll say he’s done it all, whether or not he has, or it’ll keep track of what he actually does and nobody will care.

The Obama Meter Says 'No Action'

In other news, did the Historic Inaugral Celebration get to Diane Sawyer? Did she just not have enough time to sober up? Apparently, she seemed a little drunk after The Big Inaugural Party.

You’re also looking for Rush Limbaugh’s quote about hoping Obama fails.

What Rush said was:

Liberalism is our problem. Liberalism is what’s gotten us dangerously close to the precipice here. Why do I want more of it? I don’t care what the Drive-By story is. I would be honored if the Drive-By Media headlined me all day long: “Limbaugh: I Hope Obama Fails.” Somebody’s gotta say it.

Meaning, he thinks Obama is advancing the cause of socialism, and wants him to fail at further institutionalizing socialism in America.

So, naturally, that means that Rush Limbaugh hates America. Uh-huh. Like all those present-day Obama supporters were hoping Bush succeeded in reforming Social Security and cutting taxes. Right.

Whatever. I hope Obama does a good job. But critics, like Rush, do get to criticize the president without being characterized as hating America–i.e., being “unpatriotic”.

Laterz, Internetz.

Searching for Sarah Spain

So, you people are searching for Sarah Spain. She’s all right, I suppose.

Sarah Spain Sports a Little Cleavage. Otherwise, She is Uninteresting.

I picked up a few pictures from her website. Yawn.

There ya go. That is a pretty cute picture. Still, yawn.

And one more, picked up from a Google Image search.

 

Sarah Spain. A little more Cleavage. Again, cute enough. Otherwise, yawn.

Apparently, she’s a sports fan or into sports or something. Whatever.

Laterz, Internetz.

Miri Hanai Videos. I Love This Girl.

Miri Hanai in a bathtube being attacked by spaghetti or something. Weird.

Miri Hanai makes eggs. What?

Miri Hanai Egg Bloopers? What the heck is it with Miri Hanai and eggs?

More Miri Hanai.

Miri Hanai in her room. Oooh.

And that’s a strange Miri Hanai Fan Video. Okay.

Another Miri Hanai video. All in some strange language. I think it might be Australian.

Miri Hanai playing Tennis. A lot hotter than one might think.

Miri Hanai. Japanese Girl. Uh, yeah.

Miri Hanai. Just look at her.

Miri Hanai. Bikini Madness!

Good stuff. More soon. Until then, enjoy Miri Hanai.

The Cult of Obama is a Little Creepy

And getting creepier. And I can’t be the only one to be a little weirded out by the love-obsession the Democrats, the media, the entertainment press, and I guess most of the American people apparently have for Our Divine Savior, Barack Obama.

He's Certainly Enjoyed His Share of Magazine Covers. Most of them at least respectful, many of them worshipful.

The media loves him. Worships him. To the point where he could actually be much more dangerous and destructive than I think he actually is. This isn’t Barack’s fault, either–it’s the media, the modern political-entertainment-industrial complex, and the apparently very large percentage of the American people that are ripe to shave their heads, join a cult, and drink whatever Kool-Aid someone really cool (and well-spoken) is willing to offer them, especially if it comes with the promise of some sort of magical fix or government hand-out.

Barack Obama has graced the cover of Time Magazine many, many times. All of them flattering.

You think the folks at time were rooting for Barack Obama? Do you think they something approaching a religious devotion to Their New Glorious Leader? Well, you say, that’s just one cover. And, of course, you are right. But then . . . .

Barack Obama, Looking Serious and Important and Wise on the Cover of Time.

 Oh, yeah. That’s harsh. Was Time making a bid for the position of Barack Obama’s free PR company? Or just the founding member of the Barack Obama Fan Club?

And, Yes, They Did an Issue Like This of John McCain. And, Yes, Obama Looks a Lot Better than McCain Did On His Covershot.

Is this The Face of God? Easy to believe that Time Magazine–a news magazine, so-called–thinks so.

And Then There Was this Cover, Which Concealed a Worshipful Story About How Far Obama Has Come and How Tough It was Growing Up But How There was Always Love in the Obama Household and . . .

And there was another Obama cover of Time Magazine featuring Obama as, naturally, FDR. 

Barack Obama as FDR. A Democrats Wet Dream. Sort of like Chairman Mao for The Rest of Us.

Oh, how they love him. But it isn’t just Time. What about US?

The Same Objective Entertainment Mag That Did a Smear Job on Sarah Palin Loves Them Some Obamas.

Man, that was a hard hitting story about how wonderful the Obama’s are, how much they love each other, and perfect they are for each other and America, and how hard it is to be so perfect and wonderful and such a loving and perfect family. All hail our Glorious Leader. And his wife.

People Magazine Gush Over The Perfect and Wonderful Obamas, as Well.

 You think People Magazine likes the Obamas? Because, you know, I can’t quite tell.

Esquire Raise Some Good Points About How Challenging it Must Be for Barack to Be Smart, Cool, Perfect, and Wonderful All The Same Time.

Esquire All Worships at the Church of Obama. Go figure.

Rolling Stone Calls Barack The New Hope. Oh, Joy.

And that doesn’t begin to scratch the surface. From specials on MTV with just-able-to-vote types being labeled “The ‘O’ Generation”, to Pepsi Becoming Obama Cola, every aspect of the American culture is infected with an unhealthy love, adoration, and uncritical worshipful adulation of The One.

I mentioned before that I was already tired of all the Obama love. Now that almost every news show and entertainment cable TV channel is an endless Obama infomercial, I tend to throw up in my mouth a little every time I see more Obama propaganda. Spiderman Fist-Bumps Our Maximum Leader, the Glorious Barack. Yurk. Traitorous little arachnid. Now There is the “We Are One” Concert, where we all get together a celebrate our Oneness in Service to the Obamamessiah. 

Soon, we will be obligated to make merry at the Obama Inaugural (reminds me of Ming’s wedding to Dale Arden in 1980’s Flash Gordon movie, where the banners advising that “All beings shall make merry . . . Under pain of death” are shown. But I digress). The most expensive Presidential Inaugural Ever. As in, 3 times more expensive than the most expensive presidential inaugural before. When Bush spent $43 million on his 2004 inaugural, the press thought it was a tragedy. Now it’s just fine. 

And, still, I haven’t scratched the surface. Every where I turn, I either get to see media and entertainment figures genuflecting before Obama’s greatness, or I’m advised that I had better get on my knees.

Rolling Stone Decided That a Cover with Barack Obama (with a little American Flag Lapel Pin Photoshopped In) Said All That They Needed To. Ergo, Barack Obama is a God and We should All Worship Him Uncritically. Go to it.

Or I’m treated to “news” that essentially asks the question: How can Obama be so wonderful, and how did he become so wonderful, and was he always wonderful or did he start out kind of wonderful and then become really wonderful as he grew older?

Now, that’s new you can use.

Savage Dragon Endorse Obama. Comic Book Artists Endorse Obama! As The Second Coming! Who Woulda Thunk It?

Savage Dragon endorsed Obama. A very hard-won endorsement, no doubt. Because Obama is, like, a modern Superman. Except he doesn’t actually capture criminals, fight crime, or solve problems of any kind. Or have any super powers. Or look good in red-and-blue tights.

Young Blood I Think Features Obama As a Character in the Comic. Selecting a Super-Team to Go with the Super President or Something.

Oh, our beloved Obama. So no need to send me to an Obama Indoctrination Camp.

Miri Hanai is Also a Queen of Grabbies! Bless Her!

Today, we celebrate Miri Hanai. We live in a blessed world that could create such a magnificent creature. No matter what else is wrong in the world, I’m not thinking about it right now. Are you?

Miri Hanai Should Be Labeled: Contents Permanently Under Extreme Pressure! Handle with Care. I Would Handle Her With Care. I Promise.

Ah, sweet Miri. Already of excellent and ample bosom, knowing just where to put that hand enhances the experience. Brilliant work, Ms. Hanai. Brilliant.

In Red Bikini, A Little Self-Handling Perfectly Completes the Effect. Sweet Miri Hanai. Sweet, Sweet Miri.

Isn’t that a lovely picture? Restores a man’s faith in womankind. But we’re not done yet. Oh, no, not by a long shot.

Gorgeous. Just Gorgeous. Beautiful girl. Beautiful picture. What man would not fall in love with Miri Hanai, just looking at her?

I can’t say enough about the picture above. What a beautiful woman, what an excellent pose, what perfect “grabbies”. Bless you, Miri Hanai. Bless you.

Miri Hanai Demands that You Fall In Love With Her Now. Now!

Words fail me. So more pictures!

The T-Shirt. The Hands. The Facial Expression. The Perfect Woman. Miri Hanai. Done and Done.

Sweetness. What perfection. So, a little more perfection.

Miri Hanai is Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Gorgeous.

Where do you get a sweater like that? My, my, my. Well, it looks lovely on her.

And a little more.

Mittened Grabbies with Miri Hanai. Excellent. Just perfect.

There. That’s enough for now. More Miri Hanai in the near future. I promise. How could I not?

Who Wrote The Wizard of Oz? Seriously? You Don’t Know?

What are we teaching people today? L. Frank Baum wrote The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, and a dozen-odd Oz books after it. Then a couple of other folks kept churning them out.

L. Frank Baum sez: Yeah, I wrote it, beeyotches. Taint Nuthin You Can Do Bout It, Neither.

Baum didn’t have much luck in the newspaper business. He staged a few minorly successful plays. Ran a store called “Baum’s Bizarre”–right into bankruptcy.  He was a reporter for the Saturday Evening Post. He worked at as a traveling salesman. Then he wrote his first modestly successful book: Mother Goose in Prose. He followed it up with Father Goose. Then, in 1900, he published The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. And, in doing so, he produced a timeless classic that will give him a literary legacy that last for hundreds of years. Indeed, it’s already made the first 108 years pretty well.

One of the Early Editions of L. Frank Baums The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

Baum cranked out 13 sequels, such as Ozma of Oz.

Ozma of Oz. I really Enjoyed this books as a kid.

Though it diverged a fair amount from the plot of the book, I really enjoy the 1939 movie musical version of the Wizard of Oz as well.

 

And his influences continues. In one of my current favorite TV shows, The Sarah Connor Chronicles, The Wizard of Oz has been repeatedly references, to the point where one of the fake names taken by the Connor family is “Baum”.

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz will also make an appearance in the upcoming Brendan Fraser vehicle, Inkeart.

L. Frank was a pretty influential writer. If you haven’t yet, get to know your L. Frank Baum.

 

Miracle On The Hudson: Captain Chelsey B. “Sully” Sullenberger and Flight 1549

Captain Chelsey B. Sullenberger Deadstick an A320 Airbus Into the Hudson River. Every last member of the passengers and crew survived unharmed, thanks to that man.

Captain Chelsey B. “Sully” Sullenberger, a former USAF F-4 Pilot, deadsticked an A320 Airbus into the Hudson River after he lost power to both engines, apparently thanks to birds. Birds? Sheesh.

More from 24Dash.com:

Mr Sullenberger, 57, has been hailed as a hero for managing to bring the plane down with no loss of life to passengers on US Airways Flight 1549.

No loss of life. Amazing. Good job, Captain Sully. Good job. A hero, indeed.

Go here to see some video of flight 1549 floating down the Hudson.

Andrew Wyeth, World-Famous Ultra-Awesome American Painter, Dies at 91

Painter Andrew Wyeth dies at 91.  No cause of death was reported, according to the Associated Press, but one could reasonably assume it had something to do with him being 91 years old.

Christinas World, by Andrew Wyeth. I love this picture. And so did my art history teacher, who went on and on about it.

I’d forgotten about Christina’s World, the famous Wyeth painting, until I looked up Andrew Wyeth just now, due to his having passed on. Shame on me for forgetting one of Wyeth’s masterpieces.

Andrew Wyeth. One Bad Azz Looking Dude. I Hope I Look That Bad-Azz When I Am an Old Codger.

Another classic Wyeth Painting: Master Bedroom.

Master Bedroom, by Andrew Wyeth.

Another great piece from Andrew Wyeth. What a great artist. Good night, great man, and Godspeed.

And here’s Andrew Wyeth’s Official Website. And Andrew Wyeth on Wikipedia.

Carolina Ardohain Is Mildly Attractive

Carolina Ardohain is a Super Model. And She Is Hot. I am Just Saying.

Duct tape has never been so hot. Seriously. I want to go out and buy some now.

Carolina Pampita Ardohain? That Is Her Full Name? Duct Tape Still Super Hot.

That’s some lucky duct tape. Seriously.

Carolina Ardohain Shows the Grabbies. And some Booty.

Supermodel has super booty. Who woulda thunk it?

Carolina Ardohain in a Bikini

Carolina Ardohain fills an animal print bikini nicely.

One More Carolina Ardohain

Christina Ricci: The Parade of Perfect Women Continues

The moment in Addam’s Family Values I recognized immediately as a great moment in American cinema the very first time I saw it: Christina Ricci as Wednesday Addams, and her excellent Wednesday Addam’s smile:

Christina Ricci is another one of those near-perfect women. Gorgeous. Attitude. And some sort of amazing, inner spark. And I’ve loved Christina Ricci sense that Addam’s Family Values Smile.

Before I go on, I want to mention that Software Supply Group has Adobe Acrobat 8.0 on sale for $99.99. I know those guys. They’re good people. I buy all my copies of Microsoft Windows 95 from them, and I probably go through at least one copy a week. They’re the same guys that do SnaggStuff, which I check out almost every day so I can get stuff cheap and then act like a high roller. Cuz that’s just how I am, dogz. Yeah, that’s an advertorial, but I love those guys. They’re like my budz. But enough about that.

Back to Christina Ricci.

Christina Ricci. I mean, Look at Her.

She is a beauty. And a great actress.

Again. Christina Ricci. Gorgeous. And those eyes! They just penetrate you. Seriously.

Those eyes. Christina Ricci can hypnotize.

And I love this picture of her. Gorgeous.

And it’s definitely not just her eyes. Sweet, sweet Christina.

Again. The hair. They eyes. That look. Oh, she knows your secrets. Yes she does.

And there’s more. There is no such thing as “enough” Christina Ricci.

Christina Ricci in Some Sort of Seductive Pool Scene.

She’d get me. No doubt. Most men would crumble. I wouldn’t crumble, but I’d be like, “Sure. I’ve got five minutes.”

A Very Statuesque Christina Ricci

Yup. She’s got the look.

Oh. Yeah. That Is All I Am Saying.

Corsets and Christina Ricci go together very well. That is all I am saying.

Christina Ricci Strikes a Pose.

She’s a looker. But it’s that attitude. That look. That ice vision. She could kill a man with those eyes.

And even when she is not all posed and lit and what-not, she is still incredibly gorgeous.

The bad part? Christina was Born in 1980. The year I turned 11. But still, she makes me feel old. Why? I don’t know. But she does.

Christina Ricci Virginal in White.

Finally, a very groovy, and large, animated Gif captured from Black Snake Moan.

Christina Ricci in Black Snake Moan. Oh. My. Gosh.

More on Christina from Wikipedia.