Been There, Done That

He's like, "Yer face...it needs mai kisses." And she's like, "Ok, now ure startin to bore me." Even the billboard artist found this yawnfest too tiresome to complete.  Seriously, have you ever seen such a perfect depiction of ennui? 

Line Dancing is Cool

Hoooo-boy! Git ready for some toe-tapping twang from Anne-Marie's latest album. I love her cowgirl fashion but what's with the font on her life-sized poster? That's the kind of lettering you would see in the Shire. The diner-style title font is also incongruous with the country western theme. Fonts aside, I am very much digging the denim stylings of the boy with the exquisitely tweezed brows and cuffed Wranglers. You just know he's prepared for anything. I'm assuming his friend Red, there, is a transplant from the city. That would explain the corporate product placement. Doesn't he know real men wear boots?

Finding Nothin'!

Psst! Up here - it's me, Fever, hiding in a square void in the forest. Don't ask me how I got here, the important thing is that I'm finally free of those two. I couldn't take it anymore - their endless dabbling with hair products, eyebrow tweezers, exfoliating loofahs and moisturizing masks. They've been like that all their lives! But not with me, no sirree, I'm putting my paw down! They can find another dog to humiliate. I just want to roll in the mud, chase squirrels and eat food out of the trash. I'm not gonna let some nancy-boys paint my nails and try to give me a home perm. They can look for me all they want...I won't be found!

Have you built your fallout shelter yet?

No ifs about it, winter will come - nuclear winter, that is. Let me explain. At first I thought this was the story of a moon launch or some such benign event, but it's about two teens and the rest of the planet facing possible NUCLEAR ANNIHILATION! Good times! An example of the cheery prose found within:

"A longing thudded against her (I'll say - probably from Screech there in his most dramatic role ever). She lifted her face up to the bathing warmth of the sun. Tomorrow it might be gone, shut out by a cloud of lethal fallout, death-bearing ash."

That's right half-pint, enjoy the sunshine now, for you'll forever be trapped in time on a book cover featuring those YA staples: romance, death and the mighty phallic symbol. Sheesh, they're everywhere, aren't they?! 

That's what the kids call it

Did you know that slaying the dragon is a euphemism for choking the chicken, which is a euphemism for spanking the monkey, which is a euphemism for flailing the whale, which is a ...oh, you know! But alas, there are no dragons being slayed in this tableau. With his skimpy shorts and come hither pose, perhaps our young hero is waiting for his very own St. George to slay his dragon. No, not that George, this                                                                                one!

No animals were harmed in the making of this post, dragons or otherwise.

Speaking of Squintiness

Do you see it? There in the yellow flower? Egads - a tiny dragon! Pretty trippy stuff coming from the queen of foxiness. I'd lay off the Boone's Farm if I were her. But getting back to the cover, I think the illustrator has the uncanny ability to predict what a certain Hollywood celeb is gonna look like in the year 2038 or thereabouts. Renee, honey - your face is gonna freeze like that!

Care to join us?

"Hi there, gorgeous. The name's Sheila. Ms. Hayes if you're nasty. You may be wondering why such a foxy lady, with bedroom eyes and a 36-inch Jordache rise, is hanging out in this blog. Well, I am a YA author, duh! We'll get to my book later. Right now I've got a date with his royal studliness. We'll be taking our sexy poses down to the local wine and cheese joint where we'll feed each other hot, gooey morsels of deliciousness from the fondue crock and get blitzed on a jug of Boone's Farm strawberry wine. Ahhhh, heaven!"