Friday, January 9, 2009

Well, fuck me

Fri Jan 9, 5:06 pm ET

NEW YORK – They play brother and sister on "Dexter." Now in real life, Michael C. Hall and Jennifer Carpenter are husband and wife. Hall's spokesman, Craig Bankey, said on Friday that the couple eloped in California on New Year's Eve. They'll walk the red carpet together at the Golden Globe Awards on Sunday — the first time publicly acknowledging their relationship.

Hall, 37, and Carpenter, 29, just finished the third season of "Dexter," the Showtime series in which Hall plays the murderous title character. They've been quietly dating for about a year and a half.

At their wedding, Carpenter's grandfather's wedding band was attached to her bouquet of white roses.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Porn Bailout

Some of you may know that I write porn. Shocking, I know, but it's a fun hobby and I've been told I'm pretty good at it. The truth is I'd love to publish the stuff, sell it and actually make a little extra on the side. But I may have waited too long. I just read this article and began to worry. It tells of the money woes being faced by the porn industry. Did you know that adult DVD sales and rentals have decreased by 22 percent in the past year, and that the past three years have seen a decline in overall porn revenue of 5 billion dollars, as well as a 20 percent decline in paying customers to porn sites?

Some effects of this downturn? Porn producers are resorting to cutting extras from their movies, which translates into more "solo" efforts, or at the most a simple "boy-girl" movie, where a few years ago there was plenty of money to burn on three or four extras to wander into the living room/pool cabana/hotel room/hot tub and liven up the scene. And porn stars like actress Jenna Presley (pictured above,) who has her own website, is having to make cuts in other areas. "I’ve got to stop paying guys and girls to perform with," she laments, saying that instead, she's striking deals with other sites to cross pollinate, as it were, posting their videos on her site and allowing them to post her clips on their sites.

To remedy this situation, Larry Flynt and Joe Francis, Mr. Girls Gone Wild, have asked the government for a 5 billion dollar federal bailout. I kid you not. And why shouldn't they? If John Smoltz can leave the Braves because he feels a 3 million dollar contract just isn't enough, why not? This is a worthy cause, and I urge you all to write your congressmen and show your support. After all, as Larry says (and this might be my favorite quote ever):

“People are too depressed to be sexually active,” Flynt said in a news release. “This is very unhealthy as a nation. Americans can do without cars and such, but they cannot do without sex.”

Amen, brother Flynt!

Friday, January 2, 2009

Unseen photos redux

The universe keeps sending me old photos of me and Paul. What is that about? Friendly reminders to remember the good? Painful reminders to remember how much it hurts? Something cosmic that I don't understand?

Anyway, here are today's offerings, thanks to Sunny Shropshire, who uploaded these today to her Facebook account. She and her kids met up with us on our beach trip to Seagrove with KO and Alan and their family. So cute! First is Paul with an unusually fat tummy:


Then Rosie, who is either playing Paul's harp or the one he bought for her:


And KO is in lovely black and white, for some reason:
And this one, which makes my heart hurt, cause once again, body language, baby. Why I look like a fat pregnant whale, I have no idea. I wasn't! This is Sunny, KO, me and Paul:

Ah, memories. I don't understand why people keep sending me these images, but I'm keeping my New Year's promise to remember the good, let go of the bad, and move on. Hard to do, though. I remember that trip like it was yesterday. KO and I had planned this trip for ages, and it was going to be my first family vacation without Sean. I was very excited about it, except for leaving Paul behind. Luckily, he decided at the last minute that he couldn't be away from me for a whole week, so he drove through the night to get to me. Awwww! Of course, the week ended on a less than sweet note, with him yelling at Nick while drunk and us having the first of several breakups. We made up, obviously, cause we couldn't bear to ever be apart. How did that change for him, I wonder...