Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Chillmaster

A big Thank You to Marty After Dark for introducing me to the Chillmaster.  Just when I think the neighborhood is slipping into an abyss of anonymity and blandness, I am reminded that there are still a lot of people out there who make up the body and soul of this city, and who shall go down in history as being awesome individuals.

This all started in the comments section of a post over at EV Grieve.  Seeing how so many other people were familiar with this guy and his famous window, I became intrigued and wanted to know how I, too, could lead the life of a Chillmaster.  So, when the opportunity came to pay him a visit, I jumped at the chance.

Getting started...

The party begins...

The party starts with Marty pouring the Hennessey and the Chillmaster blasting Papa Was a Rollin' Stone on the stereo.

Next, a lot of chillin'...

Chillin' with the Chillmaster

The best part of being in the Chillmaster's place is seeing all the people who come to the window.  I lost track of how many times people passed and shouted, "Hey, it's the Chillmaster!"  No one leaves the window without laughing and smiling.

At the window of Chillmaster

More pics on my Flickr page.

To fully appreciate the chillin' atmosphere, you have to hear the music.

Thank you, Chillmaster, for sharing your home, music and time with us.  It was a blast!

The Chillmaster

See more photos of the Chillmaster from One More Folded SunsetNeither More Nor Less and Single Linds Reflex.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

The Mars way...dive in

And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.

Yes, it was my way.

-- Frank Sinatra

The end is near

A new Mars art show will go up this Sunday, May 22 (for those of us left behind after the Rapture), so come on out for what may very well be the LAST art show at Mars.

Until then, here's Sid to bid us farewell (you can also hear this one on the Mars jukebox):

Direct YouTube link.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Taking a ride...

It's that time of year when a road trip beckons.  If any of the owners of the following cars are out there and want some company, please drop me a line...

Baby blue

Old and new


Red Caddy with dice

Star-Struck Caddy

The back end of this one is also worth noting...

Friday, May 6, 2011


I usually delete spam emails without a second thought, but one caught my eye the other day and I feel it deserves recognition.  If robots could write smutty romances, the following would be on my book-of-the-month club list.  Happy Friday reading (with only a few grammatical edits)...

Annie was no help. She stood there, only authority draped lazily over and beyond her effrontery, her chest rising and falling slowly while she moaned softly. She was soundless coming down off her genital high, drifting somewhere between authenticity and her own little world. 
How to fool carbon dating?
Betty was on her hands and knees, crawling, her eyes sizeable with terror. Brushing her big blonde hair, stretching her preferable arm behind her, she looked about for a run-out powder path. There was none.
Hank stood between her and the staircase, his long tract doubled in one hand. He had slipped it from his Levi's earlier. He doubled it, tapping the looped extreme lightly against sole thigh. Instant he was advancing toward her, his eyes as much as possible, glistening with a crave Betty had even now to understand. It was odd, whatever it was. She could meaning that, drift the growing animality in Hank's mind. 
"I'm gonna tame you, baby. I'm gonna produce you one of my girls, know that? When I grow from stem to stern with you, you're gonna be like Annie," Hank said, licking his lips like a desirous wolf while he tapped that terrible-looking belt against his thigh steadily. That repulsive, rotten wolf-like look in his eyes made the woman quiver with horror. Raising both hands, she rubbed her fingers briskly against her human, sensation goose-bumps rising. An outline from somewhere blew in every way her hair. In the background she could find out Annie's feeble predictable breathing. The freulein was line in his power. He was talking to her as if he were bringing her into some manner of harem.
"No, no, don't ... please don't spark off me with that thing," Betty moaned, her eyes shifting toward the stairs, then rear to the belt. 
"It's gonna caress real nice. You won't be talented to sit to the core too innumerable classes as a replacement for a while." 

"No!" Betty gasped. 

Betty scrambled all like a fleshly, her big tits jiggling and slapping together. She half ran, half prostrate on the smooth reliable floor. She had nearing made it hither the under age stud when he reached out and grabbed her by one arm. Twisting her round violently, Hank nearly jerked her arm from its socket.

I guess we'll have to wait for the second installment...

Robots gone wild
Annie, Hank and Betty...