Showing posts with label #geishamania. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #geishamania. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

HIGH-KU, NEW TUNES & MOI

I missed you. (And you and you and you, too.) Really, I did. Aside from working on my upcoming Lady Geisha books that shall remain nameless (for now, it's a surprise), I've been in the final throes (fingers crossed) of getting three new songs out the door as well as my GEISHA-MANIA! Sing-Along Video. Between a few flaky rappers and even flakier scheduling that unexpectedly set things back, let's just say one could compare it to being in labor for close to a year -- only giving birth to an actual human is a helluva lot easier. Been there, done that, I kid you not.

In addition to collaborating with L.A.-based hip-hop artists for the above-mentioned ditties, I've been writing other original songs (and parodies) to complete my very first comedy rap EP, kinda like Weird Al on estrogen. Forget that newfangled "trip-hop" -- I created my own unique genre and deemed it "COM-HOP." Yup, I can deem. So, with some love from the universe and lots of finger-crossing from YOU (and me too), I'll be sharing lots more news in the upcoming month. Please, for the love of all things sacred, KEEP Y'ER FINGERS CROSSED. Forever. And just for me.

Quite frankly, so much has happened that it's hard to keep it straight but, being that today would have been the 103rd birthday of comedy legend Lucille Ball, I decided to share something special. Recently I've taken to writing haiku -- and creating one-of-a-kind collages -- with a silly stoner twist.

Why would a (quirky) middle-aged underdog (with killer biceps) start writing about wacky weed? (Um, have you watched GEISHA-MANIA??? Just kidding. Or am I? I'll never tell.) IMO, it's even sillier that, in 2014, lawmakers are still ensconced in a Prohibition-era mindset over marijuana -- somehow they're conveniently forgetting the amount of people killed by drunk drivers each year. How many research studies do those ignorant bastards need to finally believe cannabis helps cure cancer patients? (Stay tuned for Ricki Lake's upcoming documentary, "Weed the People" to find out.)

If there's any doubt as to some of the medicinal benefits (especially for anyone suffering anorexia, anxiety, arthritis, chronic pain, depression, fibromyalgia, insomnia, migraines, MS, nausea, the list goes on and on), might I suggest PUFF, PUFF, PASS. Shotgun, perhaps? A big FAT DAB'll do y'a ... and I ain't talkin' hair gel.

Live and let live is how most evolved people think. While you're waiting for the rest of the world to catch up, enjoy this selection from my HIGH-KU OF THE DAY™ ... more on Tumblr and Twitter!


Giggle bush me up
Puff the magic dragon sings
Legalize sweet leaf.


Wacky tabacky
Geisha in the sky with diamonds (oops, that’s 8)
Dance, little toe, dance.


Doobie doobie do
Stoned not stupid, puff, puff pass
Read between blurred lines.


Love and peace and herb
Bush leaves me straight-trippin’ boo
Combustible fun.


Snizzle this wizzle
Even Bill Clinton got high
Who’s illegal now?


Stoners be twaxin’
Hittin’ more trees than Tarzan
Bongzilla lives on.


Legalize they cry
Munchies munchies everywhere
Not a bong to chong.


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Friday, June 6, 2014

IN HONOR OF SEXY DONUTS EVERYWHERE

Hola Love Muffins! Did y'a miss me??! I've been sequestered away making new music (get ready for GEISHANISTA GO-GO!), but being that today's such an auspicious holiday, I had to chime in. Sorta.

It's National Donut Day ... ummm, "yay"? While the rest of the world salivates over heaping helpings of colorful Kentucky-fried dough (sorry, not a fan), I couldn't resist Googling "sexy donuts." One might surmise that the term "sexy donuts" is an oxymoron, but you're in for a fabulously freaky treat -- minus millions of empty calories. I know "sexy [INSERT RANDOM ITEM HERE]" is a running theme with me (see Sexy Strawberries), but get over it. Please. A girl can never have TOO MUCH FUN. And hot damn, I have a reputation to maintain.

Ours is a seriously sordid world and, keeping that in mind, it's only fair I get some sick twisted pleasure out of providing commentary on the random, albeit hilarious, pics that popped up. Consider it my "raison d'être." (You don't think I'd be joking about diamonds and daddies, do you? Well, do you? Exactly.)

Without further ado, we're off to see the blizzard of insanity. (A baker's dozen, no less.) Remember, these are supposed to be SEXY. Try not to guffaw. Dulce de leche and jelly and glazed -- OH MY!

WTF? No, seriously, WTF? Not a sexy donut in sight.
Unless you count those forehead implants. Add spikey
sprinkles and they're fresh out of the oven. Now that's hot.

If orange is the new black, then
Cheetos are the new donuts.
Ring-around-the-Long-John, anyone?

Hell, I'd be pissed too if some stupid dying douche
ate my last tequila ganache-filled confection.

Wait, I'm confoozled. Which is the donut ... and do we even wanna
know what's she filled with? Is cannibalism sexy? You decide. 
But first, run before she eats the entire gottdamned Internet.

From one extreme to ... SO many ways to go with 
this one (especially since she's squatting), but let's keep it 
semi SFW. Here she's not CFDA-naked OR a donut, but 
kudos to Ri-Ri and her f'g awesome SEO peeps once again. 
Guess where she's hiding the creme-filled?

Not sure 'bout you, but this screams DONUT to me. 

Technically, Dennis Leary is NOT a sexy donut.
That's just my opinion.

Neither is Robert Downey Jr., but diet schmiet. 
Who wouldn't take a bite outta that? Yum. (Call me.)

At first, I thought fugly, mismatched earrings ... BUT NO!!! 
They're Britney Spears-inspired sexy donuts. No sh*t.

Another "Where's Waldo?" conundrum. But isn't it fun in a
Chucky-chops-up-Rudolf-and-hides'im-in-your-stocking kinda way?

See what promises of sexy donuts do to 
sugar-starved horndogs? (And walking beanstalks.) 
All over some hoochie cruller in the front row.

Christy Creams ... of course she does. 
Hey, I didn't name her.

Today's pièce de résistance ... look ma, no teeth!
Enough said.


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Friday, May 9, 2014

For Mothers Everywhere ... Love, Me

It's Mother's Day and I can't think of a better way to celebrate than by giving a shout-out to some of my fave moms of all time -- including my mother and myself! From funny, cool, and uber-sexy pop culture royalty to actual blue-blooded child-bearers, the maternal instincts exuded by these hot mamas always makes me smile. How totally fabulous is that?


1. Morticia Addams
First off, I actually wanted to BE Morticia. How hot was she, wiggling around in that slinky black number, with her long black mane and boobs a-burstin', driving her crazy-wealthy-crazy husband insane? Dang. Gomez was surely under her spell, but it was his "Cara Mia's" sharp-as-a-razor wit and blasé attitude that sealed the deal for me. Morticia was absolute perfection -- and her mothering skills? Wednesday and Pugsley weren't complaining.


2. Samantha Stevens
Sam was sexy, funny, and possessed some pretty awesome powers. Who else could travel back and forth in time, turn people into toads (or any other animal), concoct potions, and make riches appear with the twitch of her nose? Let's just say Tabitha was one lucky little witch. I'd practice the nose aerobics for hours to no avail, but what perplexed me most was why the hell she stuck with either Darrin. York or Sargent, could they have chosen more derpy dudes? Ewww.


3. Endora
Who didn't adore Endora? Dripping in drag queen glam, menacingly powerful, and so damn over the top there was never a top in sight. Ever. Nothing was sacred. (Tee-hee!) Endora perfected the art of being wonderfully wicked ... and I loved her protectiveness toward Samantha. Talk about f*cking FIERCE. I secretly wished that she'd replace Darrin with Major Nelson ("I Dream of Jeannie") or some other hunk, but that was just my opinion. (I know, I need to get over it.)


4. Mrs. Gloop
"Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory" (Gene Wilder version) is one of my all-time faves -- SUCH a fun flick. The original characters were absolutely brilliant ... so much so, that quoting them never gets old. Why Mrs. Gloop? Well, what can I say but, "Au-goo-tus, sveet-heart, save some rrrhoom for lay-tahhh!" "You've boiled him up, I knowww it!" "He'll be made into marshmallows in five seconds!" "You're not sqveezing me sthrough zat tiny door!" OMFG. Pure genius. I, for one, can't get enough.


5. Mrs. Teevee
"I serve all his TV dinners right here. He's never even been to the table." "I assume there's an accident indemnity clause." "Somebody's touching me!" Enough said.


6. Cher
After finally getting over the fact I couldn't BE Cher, for a brief fleeting moment I wanted to be Chastity Bono so I could, at the very least, have access to mommy's killer Bob Mackie collection. (I'd even resigned myself to wearing a wig 'cuz my hair never grew that long.) Aside from the fact that Chastity was an adorable towhead (blondes do have more fun -- I've been both and can attest to this), Cher seemed to be such a loving, doting mama. (I still love how she loves her kids.) IMO, clothes and anything my heart desired? WIN-WIN.


7. Carol Brady
Who didn't want a perky, smiling soccer mom who ran around town in Pucci-esque mini dresses? (I did.) Carol had it goin' on with her frosted shag 'do, hot little bod, handsome architect hubby, sprawling ranch-style home, and not one damn worry in the world. Plus, she had ALICE! Partners-in-crime don't get much better. Those kids seriously scored.


8. Clair Huxtable
You just don't f*ck with Claire. She's a lawyer and will sue your ass, chew it up, and spit you out -- all before her morning OJ. God I loved her.


9. Miss Ellie
Miss Ellie was the only one who could control J.R. Ewing -- now that's a testament to true power. (Are you picking up on the power theme yet?) Plus, she lived on a gorgeous estate and everyone loved her to bits. "Mama" was the kind of old Texan lady that you don't mess with. She could shoot you with her eyes closed and walk over your dead carcass for afternoon tea.


10. Sue Ellen Ewing
She had zero backbone, was a lush, and sucked as a wife, but Sue Ellen was all about mothering (sometimes smothering) John Ross. And her Bill Travilla wardrobe. And money. I like that.


11. Lucille Bluth
There is a God and she has one helluva sense of humor. If I'd grown up with Lucille Bluth, lord only knows how much funnier (or f*d up) I'd be. Hmmmmm. Let's just say therapy doesn't hurt. Her subpar mothering skills are no match for her finely honed sarcasm, which trumps tuna casserole any day.


12. Princess Diana
Shy Di did it her way -- and raised two altruistic sons any mom would be proud of. All while flipping off the entire monarchy. Gotta love ballsy blue bloods with a fantastic sense of style. The whole world loved her and so do I. Still.


13. Jackie Kennedy
Style, beauty, grace ... this fashion-forward First Lady epitomized American royalty. She was a stoic and protective mother to John Jr. and Caroline, as well as an iconic role model to millions. Add me to the list of fans with a JK girl crush!


14. My Mom
What can I say besides how much I love her? She's my best friend, confidante, biggest cheerleader, and never tires of hearing my voice. (Okay, I'm sure she does, but she never lets on.) Born in the Bronx, my mother's taught me selflessness, loyalty, and a NYC-bred fierceness that has made me the woman I am today. Plus, she's ever-supportive and kinda thinks I'm the funniest thing since sliced bread. Mom tells all her senior pals (as well as peeps on the street) all about her daughter's wacky music video. Bless her heart. Thank you Mom, for everything. I love you.


15. Me
Well I admit, I've given mothering my own twist and have somehow succeeded. (For the most part.) Of course, being a mom is a partnership of sorts -- I wouldn't be writing these words if my life hadn't been touched by the angel that came into my life 20+ years ago. I'd relive every single second to have you as you are today. Thank you my darling. I love you and am surely one very lucky mama.


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Monday, May 5, 2014

HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO!


It's Cinco de Mayo, a day of mucho margaritas, music, and guac til y'a drop! Okay, skip the guac and make sure those margaritas flow like the Rio Grande. BTW, throw in a few rubies, diamonds, and emeralds in honor of the Mexican flag. (If anything, I'm patriotic.) Worried about extra calories from all those, um, limes? Celebrate with skinny margaritas -- just make mine frozen and served by a bevy of buff conquistadors wearing nothing but sombreros. Por favor. (Yum.)

FUN FACT: Did you know the holiday is actually called "El Dia de la Batalla de Puebla" and commemorates the Mexican army's victory over French forces in the Battle of Puebla? Americans mistake it for Mexican Independence Day (it's not), which falls on September 16. Get with the program gringos.

Aside from our usual Photoshopped antics (it's the pic that NEVER dies), I couldn't resist seeing what popped up by Googling "Cinco de Mayo." It's the little things that make holidays so dang special. You can just imagine my "Ay Carumba!" delight upon finding the following treats.


MUY CALIENTE! 
Now THIS is my kinda party ... extra salt. 



Cinco de Nike ... sólo lo hacen.


Senorita Boop? 
This bitch loves any reason to shake her maracas.


Nothing says "let's get wasted" more than eggs.


An ex-BF after wishing instant karma on him. 
(It's an improvement.)


My fave fruit turned Mexican flag.
Sick bastages.


Um ... NOT so much joy. 
(Referencing above-mentioned ex-BF.) 


This screams "Mrs. Doubtfire 2" ... 
Robin Williams needs all the help he can get.


Scary spice. (Cholula!)


WTF? NO CUERVO?


Really? Not funny.
Just. Stop. It.


No friggin' clue. 
(Copyright infringement on my sushi bikini? You decide.)



Einstein rocking his rendition of "Frito Bandito."


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