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Paris Hilton Evacuated after Knife Found on Plane

Filed under: Paris Hilton , Celebrity Justice Paris Hilton and other passengers on a Delta flight from Los Angeles to Maui were taken off the plane at LAX, after a passenger on the plane found a 4-inch serrated kitchen knife in a seat pocket. The passenger brought the discovery to the attention of… Read more

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Paris Hilton Evacuated after Knife Found on Plane

Shakira Shakes Her Money Maker

I feel like I’ve seen these pictures of Colombian hottie Shakira shaking her ass on stage in a tight pair of pants before, but I really can’t be bothered to check. Anyhow, I guess video would have been better, but I’m far too lazy to find that kind of thing so you’ll just have to use your imagination. It looks like her boots and pants are all one piece. Awesome. I should invite her over to mother’s place, she’s got a strict ‘no boots allowed in the house’ policy.

Xmas Stress? Get A Christmas Tree Delivered By Bike

Photo A. Streeter. Real Christmas trees – the ones you go out and cut down yourself, are a growth industry, says SF Gate . That’s because young adults are flocking to u-cut tree lots, out for the experience and the family time that Christmas-tree cutting and trimming entails. I love the idea, but I’ve fought the Christmas tree for years, first trying to abolish the tradition altogether after learning the CO2 and chemical burdens of grwoing trees … Read the full story on TreeHugger

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Is Birth Control the Cheapest Answer to Climate Change?

Image credit: Sabianmaggy , used under Creative Commons license. From overpopulation as the elephant in the room , to the idea that less sex and more TV might be the answer to India’s growing birth rate , overpopulation isn’t exactly a taboo subject here on TreeHugger—but it doesn’t get anywhere near the attention of, say,

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On The Elephant In The Room: Population And The Environment

Is this our future, to be as crowded as the Planet Gideon? As Sami noted in his post Is Birth Control the Cheapest Answer to Climate Change? , overpopulation isn’t exactly a taboo subject here on TreeHugger. The subject has attracted the attention of many of our writers, and some scepticism. Here is a roundup of the various positions:… Read the full story on TreeHugger

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Leighton Meester in Lingerie for Allure of the Day

It’s about fucking time that this Leighton Meester bitch steps up her game and stomps the yard due to jealousy of her costar Blake Lively, who has been getting all the attention. I mean Leighton didn’t suck all that dick, do all those foot fetish movies, or release a fucking sex tape like her ciminal mother taught her at a young age to do to get ahead, to be second rate to spoiled little Blake Lively….Sure she’s given Lively her moment to shine, but I can only assume Meester is pissed off and ready to bring what she knows best, which is getting naked for money and fame, because Blake Lively just doesn’t have that same drive or whore morals and values, cuz Blake Lively didn’t have the same struggles. It’s like seeing her bring the ghetto streets she was from to a fashion magazine so everyone knows who the made man is, and by made man I mean the bitch you should probably use a condom with, If you know what I mean and if you don’t, I’m saying she’s a whore.

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Leighton Meester in Lingerie for Allure of the Day

Leighton Meester in Lingerie for Allure of the Day

It’s about fucking time that this Leighton Meester bitch steps up her game and stomps the yard due to jealousy of her costar Blake Lively, who has been getting all the attention. I mean Leighton didn’t suck all that dick, do all those foot fetish movies, or release a fucking sex tape like her ciminal mother taught her at a young age to do to get ahead, to be second rate to spoiled little Blake Lively….Sure she’s given Lively her moment to shine, but I can only assume Meester is pissed off and ready to bring what she knows best, which is getting naked for money and fame, because Blake Lively just doesn’t have that same drive or whore morals and values, cuz Blake Lively didn’t have the same struggles. It’s like seeing her bring the ghetto streets she was from to a fashion magazine so everyone knows who the made man is, and by made man I mean the bitch you should probably use a condom with, If you know what I mean and if you don’t, I’m saying she’s a whore.

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Mariacarla Boscono’s Model Tits for Fashion of the Day

Here are some model titties for fashion cuz I like tits and you secretly love fashion photoshoots cuz you are potentially a queer. The real reason I post all these topless fashion pictures is to observe the hypocrisy in the world when advertisers reject me and force me to live in poverty because I am a porn site, while whatever magazine this shoot is in got paid millions… See, I like to intellectualize being a pervert, it makes me feel like what I do has real purpose beyond you coming to see tits….unfortunately, I’m not an intellectual, however I am allergic to almonds and found out that there are almonds in the gin I normally drink, making me wonder if I am actually allergic to almonds, or if the almonds in the gin is what leaves me convulsing in the ditch at the end of the night….It’s some scientist shit I will never figure out…but I will keep drinking in efforts to get to the bottom of this… That has nothing to do with this model named Mariacarla Boscono who with a name like that’s gotta be a WOP. Here are her WOP tits in some fashionable gayness.

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Glee’s Hot GQ Photoshoot Behind the Scenes of the Day

I shit on Terry Richardson for selling out because he is smart enough to make all the money he can and the only way to do that is going mainstream….but dude clearly still has talent. He took those Glee girls and made them look like something I could jerk off to, instead of the manly, awkward and pretty much disgusting as fuck pussy they actually are…. Here’s a video GQ put out today, milking the fuck out of the attention they got from those pictures, cuz when you’re a print magazine you gotta do whatever it takes…..I guess….and anything Glee is a winning fucking formula. UPDATE – THIS VIDEO IS A SCAM – GQ IS JUST TRYING TO GET PEOPLE TO LINK THEM SO THEY TURNED OFF THE EMBED- TO MAKE THEM LOTS OF MONEY – FUCK THEM – I’M NOT GOING TO –

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There He Goes, There He Goes, There He Goes, There He Goes… | James Moody Has Died

Just “opened” The New York Times to discover that a real favorite of mine, James Moody, has died. Here's the initial article….. December 10, 2010 James Moody, Jazz Saxophonist, Dies at 85 By PETER KEEPNEWS James Moody, a jazz saxophonist and flutist celebrated for his virtuosity, his versatility and his onstage ebullience, died on Thursday in San Diego. He was 85. His death, at a hospice, was confirmed by his wife, Linda. Mr. Moody lived in San Diego. Last month, Mr. Moody disclosed that he had pancreatic cancer and had decided against receiving chemotherapy or radiation treatment. Mr. Moody, who began his career with the trumpeter Dizzy Gillespie shortly after World War II and maintained it well into the 21st century, developed distinctive and equally fluent styles on both tenor and alto saxophone, a relatively rare accomplishment in jazz. He also played soprano saxophone, and in the mid-1950s he became one of the first significant jazz flutists, impressing the critics if not himself. “I’m not a flute player,” he told one interviewer. “I’m a flute holder.” The self-effacing humor of that comment was characteristic of Mr. Moody, who took his music more seriously than he took himself. Musicians admired him for his dexterity, his unbridled imagination and his devotion to his craft, as did critics; reviewing a performance in 1980, Gary Giddins of The Village Voice praised Mr. Moody’s “unqualified directness of expression” and said his improvisations at their best were “mini-epics in which impassioned oracles, comic relief, suspense and song vie for chorus time.” But audiences were equally taken by his ability to entertain. Defying the stereotype of the modern jazz musician as austere and humorless (and following the example of Gillespie, whom he considered his musical mentor and with whom he worked on and off for almost half a century), Mr. Moody told silly jokes, peppered his repertory with unlikely numbers like “Beer Barrel Polka” and the theme from “The Flintstones,” and often sang. His singing voice was unpolished but enthusiastic — and very distinctive, partly because he spoke and sang with a noticeable lisp, a result of having been born partly deaf. The song he sang most often had a memorable name and an unusual history. Based on the harmonic structure of “I’m in the Mood for Love,” it began life as an instrumental when Mr. Moody recorded it in Stockholm in 1949, improvising an entirely new melody on a borrowed alto saxophone. Released as “I’m in the Mood for Love” (and credited to that song’s writers) even though his rendition bore only the faintest resemblance to the original tune, it was a modest hit for Mr. Moody in 1951. It became a much bigger hit shortly afterward when the singer Eddie Jefferson wrote lyrics to Mr. Moody’s improvisation and another singer, King Pleasure, recorded it as “Moody’s Mood for Love.” “Moody’s Mood for Love” (which begins with the memorable lyric “There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go …”) became a jazz and pop standard, recorded by Aretha Franklin, George Benson, Van Morrison, Amy Winehouse and others. And it was a staple of Mr. Moody’s concert and nightclub performances as sung by Mr. Jefferson, who was a member of his band for many years. Mr. Jefferson was shot to death in 1979; when Mr. Moody, who was in the middle of a long hiatus from jazz at the time, resumed his career a few years later, he began singing the song himself. He never stopped. James Moody — he was always Moody, never James, Jim or Jimmy, to his friends and colleagues — was born in Savannah, Ga., on March 26, 1925, to James and Ruby Moody, and raised in Newark. Despite being hard of hearing, he gravitated toward music and began playing alto saxophone at 16, later switching to tenor. He played with an all-black Army Air Forces band during World War II. After being discharged in 1946, he auditioned for Gillespie, who led one of the first big bands to play the complex and challenging new form of jazz known as bebop. He failed that audition but passed a second one a few months later, and soon captured the attention of the jazz world with a brief but fiery solo on the band’s recording of the Gillespie composition “Emanon.” Mr. Moody’s career was twice interrupted by alcoholism. The first time, in 1948, he moved to Paris to live with an uncle while he recovered. He returned to the United States in 1951 to capitalize on the success of “I’m in the Mood for Love,” forming a seven-piece band that mixed elements of modern jazz with rhythm and blues. After a fire at a Philadelphia nightclub destroyed the band’s equipment, uniforms and sheet music in 1958, he began drinking again and checked himself into the Overbrook psychiatric hospital in Cedar Grove, N.J. After a stay of several months, he celebrated his recovery by writing and recording the uptempo blues “Last Train From Overbrook,” which became one of his best-known compositions. In 1963 he reunited with Gillespie, joining his popular quintet. He was featured as both a soloist and the straight man for Gillespie’s between-songs banter, sharpening his musical and comedic skills at the same time. He left Gillespie in 1969 to try his luck as a bandleader again but met with limited success; four years later he left jazz entirely to work in Las Vegas hotel orchestras. “The reason I went to Las Vegas,” he told Saxophone Journal in 1998, “was because I was married and had a daughter and I wanted to grow up with my kid. I was married before and I didn’t grow up with the kids. So I said, ‘I’m going to really be a father.’ I did much better with this one because at least I stayed until my daughter was 12 years old. And that’s why I worked Vegas, because I could stay in one spot.” After seven years of pit-band anonymity, providing accompaniment for everyone from Milton Berle to Ike and Tina Turner to Liberace, Mr. Moody divorced his wife, Margena, and returned to the East Coast to resume his jazz career. His final three decades were productive, with frequent touring and recording (as the leader of his own small group and, on occasion, as a sideman with Gillespie, who died in 1993) and even a brief foray into acting, with a bit part in the 1997 Clint Eastwood film “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil,” set in Mr. Moody’s birthplace, Savannah. The National Endowment for the Arts named him a Jazz Master in 1998. His last album, “Moody 4B,” was recorded in 2008 and released this year on the IPO label; it earned a Grammy nomination this month. Mr. Moody, who was divorced twice, is survived by his wife of 21 years, the former Linda Peterson McGowan; three sons, Patrick, Regan and Danny McGowan; a daughter, Michelle Moody Bagdanove; a brother, Louis Watters; four grandchildren; and one great-grandson. For all his accomplishments, Mr. Moody always saw his musical education as a work in progress. “I’ve always wanted to be around people who know more than me,” he told The Hartford Courant in 2006, “because that way I keep learning.” added by: EthicalVegan