Wednesday potpourri

Today, I'd like to call your attention to one of the funniest blogs I've ever read, and that is not hyperbole. (Oh, look it up. :-Þ) Our friend Zelle has outdone herself, writing her tale of woe over two weeks of, er, a certain privilege denied. The pictures alone will have you falling off your chair. If you haven't read this yet, hunker down, go check it out and prepare to howl. Avoid sipping liquids or eating solid food during this time, unless you have someone nearby to apply the Heimlich maneuver.

Second, a few clips from The Wife and the Prostitute, one of the vignettes I shot with Paul and Sarah, is up on Sarah Gregory Spanking, which is her video pay site. I watched the first three mini-clips yesterday. You know, when you're in the midst of shooting these things and they're unscripted, you don't remember what was said until you see it later. Damn, but it's funny! Sarah is hilarious as the hooker -- I laughed my butt off watching her protest as Paul spanks me, "Yo! I am not getting paid to watch this kinky s*** go down!"

Usually by Wednesday, I'm fully recovered by Monday night's activities. Today, however, I find myself still quite tender, deep into the muscle. Now I don't know if that's because of working out the past two days or that other workout, but it's quite pleasing. :-)

Countdown to the Oscars on Sunday! Who's watching them? Who's seen what? John and I are not big moviegoers, so we've seen a whopping two of the nominated flicks, but they were the biggies: The King's Speech and The Social Network. I'm casting my vote for Colin Firth. Holy moly, that man is yummy. Oh... and yeah, he gave a good performance too. :-D

I'm scattered today. Can you tell? Spending way too much time on FetCrack... er, Life, getting into controversies over icky photos, arguing with asshats and perving on hot pictures... BAD! Focus, Erica. Time to stop babbling and go do something productive.