Category: Beauty

Whoa Mama

Gratuitous Chick Pics, Music

The other day I was browsing through a report of some celebrity event (so that y’all don’t have to), said event being a country music award thing, featuring 50+ popsy Connie Britton (invited, no doubt, because she once played a country singing star on TV).

Well, says, I, nothing wrong with having a look at Connie, even though she’s a tiresome old Lefty, because I loved her in Friday Night Lights :

Yup, it’s all still there.

However, in scrolling down the page past a few country musicians I’d never heard of before (no surprise as I’m by no means a fan of the genre) I came upon one Hannah Dasher, and my ears suddenly pricked up, because:

Yup, I know she’s a big ol’ gal, but as any fule kno, that’s my particular weak spot.

So on to her music.  Here’s You’re Gonna Love Me…

…and by golly, I do.

Afterthought:  yes, she reminds me of her too, only in brunette.

Website Problem

Gratuitous Chick Pics

Longtime Reader Roy obviously took two Grumpy Pills instead of his normal one, and tells me off:

I hate to say it, Kim, but I am not seeing a whole lot of difference between your regular “Women” pics and your “Train Smash Women” pics. They all seem to have the same thing in common: “massive mammaries” all out of proportion to their figure.

Well, it all depends on perspective and situation, dunnit?  Here are two examples, one of my “regular” choices, and one Train Smash.  See if you can spot the difference:

The point is not the similarities in appearance — of which I will readily agree, on occasion — but life choices.

One of the problems with liking voluminous female frontal shapes is that generally speaking, one has to accept a certain degree of, shall we say extra tonnage on the rest of the premises.

More to the point, skinny women with huge tatas are the ones which look misshapen (YMMV):

…whereas the larger ladies (my preference) at least look in proportion (e.g. Kelly Brook, above).

And let’s not even talk about Teh Skinnies:

…who have no place on my website unless they do something of note (Righteous Shooters, for example).

So there ya go.

Long-Ago Crush

Beauty, Gratuitous Chick Pics

When I were a lad, I had the most appalling preteen crush on Sally Ann Howes — the actress who starred in the dreadful Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.  Her screen name was equally appalling, but in her case, it suited her perfectly because she was:

Truly Scrumptious

She died yesterday, age 91.

Random Totty

Gratuitous Chick Pics

This is close to being the final detritus swept from my various picture folders.  I can’t remember most of their names, so you’ll just have to do the search thing if you’re at all interested.  Most are Brit “celebrities”, or else just random things who have caught my fancy as I scour the Internet for stuff I’d rather not talk about right now.  Enjoy.

This one is some Canadian TV presenter, I think:

Tomorrow we’ll return to seditious ill-tempered rants, guns, gas-guzzling cars and similar evil stuff — in other words, it’ll be back to normal

Aweful

Architecture, Modernism, Two-Minute Hate

When an article begins with:

“Recently I spent a couple of days in Dubai-on-Thames, formerly known as London”

…you just know you’re in for a rant of the kind you will often see on this back porch, only with (far) fewer Bad Words.  And indeed, Theodore has still more gems, like:

“That anyone capable of uttering such drivel should be appointed (with the prime minister’s approval!) to a position of such importance demonstrates that the country has long since passed the point of no return as far as its decay is concerned.”

…and my personal favorite (about another writer):

“In a sensible world, the writer of this would be charged with crimes against the English language and forbidden from ever writing again.”

Under the reign of World-Emperor Kim, such charges would be accompanied by public floggings, but let’s not get distracted here.

Also:

“On and on goes this saccharine semi-prayer that made me want to throw a brick through the window.”

Or put a .45 bullet into the miscreant writer, but that punishment would be reserved for the editors of various newspapers (you can guess their names).

Anyway, go ahead and read the whole article, because I’ve only touched on the vitriol.

The title of this post reverts to the original spelling of the word, i.e. something that inspires awe, and is being used sarcastically.