The Lo Zone

A groovy place in cyberspace run by author Lolita Files. Come on in. Bring some Pepsi.

 
Lo Fun Fact #1
"Lolita Files" is my real name. It is not a pen name, as incredible as that may seem. There are plenty of Files family members and people who have known me for years capable of validating this. As for the "Lolita" part, my mother named me after the movie based on Nabokov's book, although she saw or read neither. For as long as she lived, she had no idea there was anything sexual or seedy about being called "Lolita".
Lo Fun Fact #2
I love fried chicken and fabulous shoes (although obviously I can't eat fried chicken nearly as much as I'd like). If you ever want to get on my good side, send Popeye's or Church's (that's right, I said Church's) and a pair of Christian Louboutins.
Lo Fun Fact #3
Never show up unannounced or without a Pepsi. Better yet, how about not showing up at all?
Lo Fun Fact #4
I hate the telephone. Don't get mad if I don't call you or take a long time to return your calls. I don't call anyone. Don't call me asking why I don't call. Just don't call, okay? (Exception: I will happily take all calls related to business or to share fun/exciting/major news. I'm just not one for jawing on the phone just to be jawing.)
Lo Fun Fact #5
I love the internet!!! I love communicating through the internet!!! You can e-mail me and odds are I'll e-mail you right back (if I'm not in the middle of a major project). Makes up for my hangup about the phone, doesn't it? See, I'm not so bad after all!!!
Lo Fun Fact #6
I can't stand IMing. Please don't IM me. I'm always on my laptop and connected to the internet as I work and when IM's pop into my screen out of nowhere, they break my concentration and often startle the sh*t out of me in the process. So don't do it. You will get the cold shoulder. I don't like giving people the cold shoulder, so please don't put me in that position.
Lo Fun Fact #7
I have four five six wonderful, slap-happy dogs and a cat, all of whom I love to pieces. I had a bird (a Roller pigeon that I rescued in LA on New Year's Day in 2004) named B-Bird (what? that's a good name!) who passed away in February 2009, which broke my widdle heart in half. He loved me so, as I did him. If you meet me and ask me about my dogs and cat, we'll be instant friends, and if you ask about B-Bird, I'll probably hug you (unless you smell...wash first). If you meet me and ask me why the f*ck I have four five six dogs and a cat, see the above fun fact for how I will respond.
We're On The Scene!!!
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Check out this really cool mention we had in Jawn Murray's "The BV Buzz" on AOL Black Voices. (Black Voices is showing us so much love!!)

[click to go to actual article]

Here's what the text says:
BV Scene

Hip-hop couple Nas and Kelis partying in Miami at The Skybar Miami Beach at the Shore Club hotel... Rapper Nelly judging the finals of his 'Miss Apple Bottoms' national model search at the Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas... Actor Mel Jackson, singer Silena Murrell and a host of tastemakers at Ruby Foo's Dim Sum & Sushi Palace in Times Square for a book party for the Lolita Files book 'Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.'... Kelly Rowland, Chris Rock, Jada Pinkett Smith, Blair Underwood, MTV's Lala Vasquez, Dorian Gregory, Larenz Tate, Holly Robinson Peete and Rodney Peete, Karrine Steffans, Duane Martin and Tisha Campbell Martin, Jennifer Freeman, Tangi Miller and Tommy Davidson at the premiere of the DVD 'The Seat Filler' at the El Capitan Theatre in Hollywood... Eddie Murphy checking out 'Another Side of Cirque Du Soleil...'Zumanity' at New York-New York Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas... Rapper The Game partying in the VIP area at Prive in Miami, just near BET Radio's Crystal Shaw and her group of girlfriends.
Thanks for the mention, Jawn!!!

AOL Black Voices: The BV Buzz With Jawn Murray
posted by Lo @ 2:12 PM   7 comments
Truly Beautiful Music.
Saw a video last night on VH1 Soul while I was writing, and the music was so gorgeously arresting, it stopped me in my tracks. The woman's voice reminded me of some kind of cross-pollination of Erykah Badu and the smoothness of The Brand New Heavies meets, hell, I don't know, Dido maybe, and I don't even know if that's a close enough estimation. It is its own creature, just plain exquisite, and the music wrapped around it...wow. Her voice has a childlike gentleness, yet it delivers strongly, confidently, perfectly.

The song that got me was called "Like A Star." I quickly proceeded to Google her, bought that puppy online, and have been playing it over and over and over and over and over ever since. The singer's name is Corinne Bailey Rae.

Turns out yesterday was actually the official release date of her self-titled album, Corinne Bailey Rae, so apparently I was right on time discovering her.

Go here to listen to her music. The first song that begins to play when you go to the website is the one that grabbed me so instantly---"Like A Star." Samples of all the other songs on her cd also play, and they too are quite lovely, well worth the purchase price.

Corinne Bailey Rae
posted by Lo @ 11:23 AM   4 comments
Okay, I'll Continue Posting About The Tour, But First...This Glimpse Into The Twilight Zone...
I just happened to be over in AOL Black Voices to check out the newest books being talked about, since I'm always trying to add new material to my reading list.

Imagine my genuine astonishment/disbelief when I noticed the following (circled in red) out of the corner of my eye...

[click image to enlarge the retarded madness]

Or click here to go over to their website and see the insanity firsthand (if they haven't changed it yet).

Trust me, this is not a self-stroking moment. No one is more shocked about this than I. My mouth is still open. My book above The Color Purple and Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart (one of the greatest stories ever written)??????????? WTF????????????

Surely, there must be a tear in the fabric of the universe. Or it's Bizarro World, just like in the comics.

I'm gonna ride this puppy into the ground (or at least until they notice the typo).

AOL Black Voices: Books
posted by Lo @ 10:57 AM   5 comments
Did Y'all See 'The Barprah'? (It's Barbie!!! It's Oprah!!!)
I know I'm supposed to be putting up more highlights from the book tour, and I will, this is just a brief interruption. I just had to find out if you guys caught yesterday's Oprah.

She had the woman whom the Barbie doll was named after as a guest on the show, and the woman presented O with her very own black Barbie doll!!!

As you can see, Oprah was pretty excited about it.

Big O...meet Little O.
The doll was still considered a "Barbie," but that just didn't seem right, so I've named it "Barprah." If you hear the doll referred to that way in the future, know that whoever's calling it that bit it from me. But I digress...

Look at how mesmerized O is over her doll...
Like that Barbie lady was actually going to come on the show and not have an Oprah-influenced Barbie when she showed up. As if.

You know the second her people got the call for her to appear on the show, they commenced to scrambling and mocking up dolls.

I'll bet they've got at least a hundred different Barprah prototypes in a Mattel warehouse somewhere---a bevy of ill-conceived misses until they finally hit on the right look with this red-dressed, teensy-waisted, glamorous Barprah...

...with her itsy-bitsy bling bag.

Barprah and her red dress were based on the gown Oprah wore to her Legends Ball.


I can't wait for the day they present me with a Barlita. Hey, a girl can dream.

(Although, with a name like Barlita, my doll will probably come with a crack pipe and a brown paper bag with a bottle of Hpnotiq stuffed inside. Natch.)

Oprah.com
posted by Lo @ 9:28 AM   6 comments
The LoLena Experience Meets The Vertical Retail Experience: Doing Our Thing At The Time Warner Center (NYC)
Okay, I'm finally getting some of the pics of our events up. I told you I would. I just needed to regroup, grab some zzz's, have a light saber battle with a case of the flu that refused to back off, and travel (of course).

On the day of our event, Tuesday, February 21st, I got a chance to connect with loyal Lo Zone reader, Lance...
...who also brought me a Flavor Splash.
He'd already mentioned them to me in one of the comments he made on a post I did a couple weeks back, and he backed up his recommendation by giving me one in the flesh plastic. He was right. It rocked. Quite tasty.

Now these next pics are from our event that same evening at the Borders Books & Music at the Time Warner Center in Columbus Circle, which I've been told is not just a couple of spectacular buildings, but a "Vertical Retail Experience."

Yeah, folks, that's how you should be referring to it. Not, "Hey girl, I'm about to run to the mall," or, "Yo, let's check out them new stores up the street." Oh no, people. You should be saying, "I'm on my way to The Vertical Retail Experience. You want I should get you something?"

Yeah. That's how you should be saying it. Keep in mind, though, that if you do, EVERYBODY but the businesses in the Time Warner Center are going to look at you like you're retarded. But at least you'll have the satisfaction of knowing you are addressing the place according to its proper nomenclature. (Because being right is really important!!!)

We arrived at The Vertical Retail Experience (which I will henceforth refer to as The VRE) earlier that afternoon to spec it out (after a blazin' interview over at MTV Radio with our shoetastic new friend, and my soror, Bridget Bland).

The VRE is a pretty fascinating place. Check out the ass on this chick in the lobby...
...she gives a small-bottomed girl like myself junk-in-trunk envy.

This is the Borders.

These are the displays of us they had at the entrance (and all over the store).

This is Silena posing in front of the store.
This is both of us posing in front of the store.
This a display in the store.
And another one.
And another one.
And another one.
And another one.
And another one.
And another one.
And another one.
And another one.
Anyone who came into the store was treated to a full-on assault by our images, the books, and the soundtrack. They probably saw Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. all in their sleep.

Devoted, determined fan Corliss was waiting for us when we arrived.
She got there early because she had to leave, but she made sure she had her book and got me to sign it. We love it when readers are as loyal as her!!!

This is me talking and reading...

...and Ms. Silena doing what she does best: SANGIN'.
(notice the wall of my books just to her left)

Us doing Q & A...

The scrump-licious actor/producer Mel Jackson (here with me and Silena).
(notice the display right next to us)

Gorgeous multi-talented artist Q.
Mel and Q designed these fantastic Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. t-shirts, which were the hit of HarperCollins. Even the CEO wants to rock one.

Here's Mel with fabulous publicist/my longtime sistah-friend, Yvette Hayward (aka, Lo Zoner "Ettevy")...
One mo' 'gin...

Mel, me, Silena, and the beautiful ladies of Jolie magazine (including editor Alicia Marie Rivers).

Me, my dear, dear friend, Carol Mackey, Editor-in-Chief of Black Expressions Book Club, and the awesomely-talented author, Bernice McFadden.
My superfantastic, ride-or-die, (she should have a cape on because she's a super-hero) publicist at Amistad, Gilda Squire (on the left); Amistad Publisher Extraordinaire, Dawn Davis (on the right); and Dawn's trouper of an assistant (center), who plays my character Penn in the Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. video.
More of the Amistad/HarperCollins crew (in addition to Dawn Davis and Gilda Squire, who are also pictured), includes the wonderful woman who played my character Beryl in the video (second from the left); the most excellent Yona Deshommes (third from the left), Michelle (third from the right); my amazing, amazing, awesome editor, the famous "Anonymous" from the Lo Zone, Jennifer Pooley (second from the right); and the other Lo Zone-posting "Anonymous," the rock star herself, Amistad's Associate Publisher, Rockelle Henderson (far right).

Daytona!!!

And others who came out to show us love, like him...

...and Michael PENN Hamilton (same name as my main character)...
The whole spanking lot of us, including bestselling author/publisher Nancey Flowers (on the far left, in the cap and shades), and bestselling author/one of my best friends, Victoria Christopher Murray (on the far right, in the fuh).We had a blast, y'all. And the fun kept on going. More details in the next few posts.

posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   10 comments
R.I.P. Octavia Butler
Monday, February 27, 2006
One of the greatest sci-fi writers ever passed this weekend.

I had the honor of meeting Ms. Butler at the Miami Book Fair in 1997. It was in the green room and happened at the same time that I met two other phenomenal writers, Steven Barnes and Tananarive Due. It was definitely one of those great moments in life that you don't forget.

I feel it's only fitting that I link to a blog post Steven Barnes did regarding her death. Like Octavia, Steven also writes sci-fi, and he, too, is one of the best around.

If you don't know Octavia's work, please...do yourself the excellent service of checking it out. A recipient of the MacArthur "Genius" Award, she was gifted on many, many levels. Truly a scribe for the ages---past, present, and future.

Amazon.com: Books by Octavia Butler
posted by Lo @ 11:37 AM   1 comments
Bite Me.
...which is what everyone seems to be doing, because I can hardly turn the TV channel without coming across something with Sex, Lies, and Murder in the title.

To wit, a little over a week ago, my dear friend Juan sent me an e-mail telling me about a commercial he'd seen for Footballers Wives (a BBC America show that I happen to love; it's waaaaaaay better, smarter, and much more wicked, IMHO, than the Housewives). So Juan tells me about the ad for the show's new season, and guess what the angle of their campaign is?

How about that?

And then I was watching HBO, and I see a commercial for a new installment of their documentary series, Autopsy. And just what are they calling this particular episode? Yup, you guessed it...

Biters, all of 'em. That's right, I said it. BBC America and HBO are straight-up biting my shizz.

That's okay. We like being originators. Soon everybody's going to be slapping Sex, Lies, and Murder on their stuff. Let's just see who's going to be bad enough to throw in some Fame.


Amazon.com: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
BBC America.com: Footballers Wives
HBO.com: Autopsy
posted by Lo @ 9:28 AM   2 comments
Making The "F*ck You" F*ck Face
*Grey's Anatomy Spoiler Alert*

Bounce now, bitches, if you don't wanna know what's up. I'm no longer doing that three-second count thing to give you a chance to get out. I'm just going to jump right into this.

Okay, so Meredith and George do it. I mean, they really DO IT. Look at ol' girl. She seems pretty happy about it...

...ecstatic, even...

...and George just can't believe his incredible luck. Look at him. So damn eager to please.

Yup. Meredith seems pretty happy about that plugging she's getting...

...or is she?

Uhhhh, this does not look like a happy camper.

Seems she suddenly realized who it was that was plugging her---even though she asked for it---and the thought that it's not The Great McDreamy...

...has her bawling like a baby just snatched off the tit.

Speaking of babies and tits, Dr. Bailey's breasts leaked in this episode.

Addison's peeper had poison oak...

...and she had the nerve to ask Dr. Bailey to look at it!!! And Bailey did!!!

...and Meredith and McDreamy decided to start hanging out again for innocent talks and walks (yeah, right!!)...

...but none of that tops Mer crying like a stuck pig in the middle of George waxing her lovely (so he thought). She needs her ass beat for doing that to him. He seemed utterly traumatized. Luckily, there's a hot piece of action, a Latina doctor...

...who's apparently itching to give him some jalapeno peeper.

Talk about a deus ex machocha!!!

I'm just glad George has backup. Meredith actually had the nerve to say the following regarding why she burst out crying during their moment in the sheets:

"I didn't know I didn't want to until I knew I didn't want to."

So does that make George a date rapist? I hope not. He's such a sweetheart. He deserves so much better.

Meredith is retarded. Watch, next week she'll have poison oak on her peeper, too.

The Internet Movie Database: Grey's Anatomy
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   9 comments
The World Is About To End.
Sunday, February 26, 2006

posted by Lo @ 10:11 PM   18 comments
Trust Me...I WILL Give You All The Blogging I Promised!!
Friday, February 24, 2006
I know I still haven't put up the pics from the New York appearance and the partying we did that night, plus the D.C. event, but I will. It's just been back-to-back running since then, and tomorrow (Friday) will be the first chance I get to put them up. I fly to Atlanta first thing in the morning, I'm going to sleep for a couple of hours, and then I will get to work putting up pics and recounting all the wonderful things we've done. I've got two day's worth of stuff to put up, so I'm going to get on it. All for you.

Trust.

I will keep my word. Silena and I have been having too much fun to not let you in on what we've been doing!!! So much to catch you up on, including tonight's Secret Service police escort. Seriously.

Keep checking back. Please. We love you guys.

For real.
posted by Lo @ 1:53 AM   4 comments
We're In USA Today TODAY!!!
Thursday, February 23, 2006

How SUPERCALIFRAGI-WHATEVER IS THAT??????!!!!!!! HUH??????!!!!!!!!

We just keep on building steam, steam, and more steam!!!

This is ENTIRELY due to the relentless efforts of THE BEST PUBLICIST I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE, THE ONE AND ONLY...

MS. GILDA SQUIRE

...our miracle-working PR person on TEAM AMISTAD. Gilda, girl, there aren't enough words to tell you how much we love you. You are putting it DOWN for us. You're the P. DIDDY OF PUBLICITY.

The article is called "Online book videos bring words to life." Damn right they do. And TEAM AMISTAD was the first to do it, and, luckily for us, UNIVERSAL MUSIC GROUP was generous enough to let us have this ROCK STAR OF A SINGER---SILENA MURRELL---to help us do it.

If you get the actual paper, the article is on page 11B (Section B is the Money/Life section).

But you know me...I've already got a visual of it for you right here (and the link to the article online):

[click image to go to the article online]

Again, special thanks to Sylvia Rhone and product manager Tatia Fox at Universal/Motown for saying yes when we asked to use the music. We didn't just get a fantastic, banging song out of this. I got a new family member, because Silena has truly become my sister. We all love her. And she's going to blow you away when you hear her in her full entirety (the single, I Like My Man Hard will be hitting the airwaves officially in March, and the album, "Up Close and Personal" will be out this year).


posted by Lo @ 12:25 PM   4 comments
Planes, Trains, And Automobiles Assholes
I figured I'd start with our train ride to D.C. first, and then work my way backwards from that.

Silena and I left the Big Apple today, off on our next adventure. Don't worry, the posts for the New York event will follow this one. But first, I must tell you about this train ride.

We were so excited by what we just knew would be a lovely, picturesque trip to the nation's capital. I had my laptop out and was happily working. My video iPod was at the ready for when I planned to put away the laptop and relax even more.

Silena was chilling, reading a celebrity magazine that was on the table at our seats.

She was really enjoying herself, y'all. And she deserved to rest. She's been doing a bang-up job.

Doesn't she look chill in this picture? Right after that, she put the magazine away, put on her glasses, and settled in for a nice, long nap.

Unfortunately, 'long' and 'nap' weren't on the horizon for either of us, as things quickly took a terrible, terrible turn. Our lovely little ride suddenly went from smooth sailing to a nightmarish exercise in self-absorbed cellular mania. Why?

Because of this guy...
*dun-dun-dunnnnnnnnnn...*

THE ASSHOLE.

The Asshole boarded a few minutes into our ride and plopped down next to Silena, already in full-blown loud-talking blast on his celly. He immediately alienated everyone around him (not just us), but did he care?

Nope.

The Asshole just kept talking...

...and talking...

...and talking...

At one point, The Asshole turned to this guy...

...and asked if he was talking too loudly. The Asshole laughingly said his wife always tells him he talks too loudly. The Asshole, however, was sitting with US. And he never bothered to ask us how we felt about his bombastic bullshit.

The Asshole opened up his bag of food and popped the cap on his pop and began EATING AND DRINKING AND TALKING ON THE PHONE, a freaking sideshow right before all of our pissed-off eyes.

Yapping...

...and yapping...

...and eating and yapping...

Silena tried to sleep through it...
...but c'mon. Please. How can you sleep through something like this?

At one point, I thought he was finally finished.
But no. He was just getting his second wind.

Because ASSHOLES don't know how to shut the fuck up. They just regroup themselves...

...and dial somebody else.

And when that call is finished, they dial somebody else.

And then, guess what? They dial somebody else.

This bloated co-dependent bastard got on in Newark and yammered and gestured nonstop all the way to Baltimore.

Just how much of a self-sucking asshole was he? Well, I'm sitting right in front of Silena in the same seat section. There are four seats and a table. That's my laptop you see there on the table. That's my hand on the bottled water.

Yeah, I'm right up on this bitch. I aimed my cameraphone RIGHT IN HIS FACE as I took these pics and the fucker didn't even notice. Okay?

In order to avoid going postal on this idiot, I jammed the earphones of my iPod into my head and began watching the copy of Lil' Pimp good friend and loyal Lo Zone reader Lance gave me when we got together for lunch yesterday. I'd ripped it onto my laptop and imported it into my iPod. (Thank you, Lance. You probably saved this mofo's life.) Shortly after, I saw Silena putting on the earphones to her iPod. Thank goodness for Steve Jobs. If it weren't for him and all of Apple's amazing innovations, there'd probably be a lot more beatdowns going on in the world than there are right now. Music and movies do, indeed, tame the savage breast.

The Asshole got so caught up in his phone calls, he had to take his jacket off to allow himself to really get into it. (Look at how Silena's looking at him, y'all.)

Her face sums up my sentiments exactly. I just wish I could have kicked this jerk a swift one in the mouth, just for good measure. How one person could be so oblivious to the discomfort he was causing everyone around him is beyond me.

posted by Lo @ 1:26 AM   8 comments
I Will Be Blogging Today...
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
...I just need some time to regroup. Lots of pictures and stories to share about last night, including our incredibly fun booksigning/mini-concert, our fabulous dinner, and what turned out to be major late-night clubbing that resulted in me downing five shots of Patron...

...(compliments of the very fun fellas we hung out with last night...and remember, I hardly ever drink...seriously...that's definitely not a joke).

(You guys have noooooooooooooo idea how close you came to being drunk-blogged last night.)

posted by Lo @ 2:37 PM   1 comments
Scenes From Two Sistahs (Hotel Room)
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Silena and I are doing this whole book/singing tour guerilla-style, sharing a room and making it all happen with hard work, extra enthusiasm, and dedication. (I told you, people...there are no big budgets here, just commitment and living out dreams.)

This is what our hotel room looks like. Food, strewn clothes, disheveled beds (we each have been trying to grab a little sleep whenever we get the chance), but mostly, work, work, work. And fun.

My bed.

Silena's fly even when she's eating breakfast.

Au revoir, dahlings!! See you in another post shortly!!

posted by Lo @ 4:39 PM   2 comments
Four Guys And A Girl Walk Into A Bar...
Yeah, yeah...I know you probably think this is one of those "a duck, a chicken, a turtle, and a squirrel walk into a bar" jokes. Well, it's not. And, actually, we all didn't walk into the bar together. It was more like, "A guy and a girl walked into a bar, and met up with three other guys."

Yeah. That's more like it.
The bar in question?

Bar 89 down in Soho. New York City. The Big-Ass Apple.

The place was cool as hell...

...with unisex, see-through bathroom doors that make you think the whole world's gonna be able to see you pee (or, heaven forbid, do something else)...

...but the second you click the lock, the doors become opaque. Funky, huh? What will these New Yorkers think of next!!

When?

Last night.

The four guys?

Powerhouses in their chosen professions. Paul Butler, Steve Hutensky, Marvin Scott, and Larry Lowe---movers and shakers who've been making things happen in a big way for people and businesses all of you are quite familiar with.

The girl?

Uh, Moi, of course. Duh.

And I swear, I almost drunk-blogged y'all last night, because I was two caipirinhas to the wind (my favorite drink)...

...and I'd already had one earlier in the day when I had lunch with my editor, Jennifer Pooley, and dear friend/longtime publicist, Yvette Hayward, at this fabulous Caribbean restaurant in Chelsea called Negril Village (and remember, y'all, I'm not a drinker...seriously).

Anyway, hanging with these fellas was a total pleasure. They were fun, funny, sharp as an eagle's beak, and handsome as all get-out. And I was the only girl (as.it.should.be), so I had all that testosterone to myself!!! How cool is THAT?

We were introduced by a mutual friend, my "little brother," Bryonn Bain---a dynamo in his own right who practically defies description. He's one of the most talented people I know, period. Well, he definitely knew what he was doing, putting all of us together. A good time was had by all of us, and two of them even shared a cab with me and got me safely back to my hotel. So nice. I couldn't have asked for more. Well, I coulda, but I've got manners and I'm not a tart (...not all the time...even though I was two caipirinhas to the wind).

I know the fellas were nervous about what I might say when I blogged about all this today, but it was all good. They were perfect gentlemen who had ALL THE MONEY, and wouldn't let me do anything but be the pampered, doted upon, center of attention.

As it should be. (LOL.)

Mmmmmmmmwah, guys!!! You were collectively and individually THE BOMBS!!!!

posted by Lo @ 2:27 PM   3 comments
The Magical Mystery Boots.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
As many of you out there who know me or follow my work know, I am an avid lover of nice, sexy shoes. Well, today I discovered (I'm convinced of this, y'all) that I have a magical pair.

These gorgeous boots were given to me as a gift by a very, very dear friend who was instrumental in encouraging me during the writing of my new book, Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.

I've had them since the fall of 2004, but I've never worn them, wanting to break them in at just the right moment for just the right event. They are a stunning pair of black, silk Gucci boots with crystal baguettes in the shape of a "G" on the back of the right heel.

Well, I decided that today was a worthy enough day to break them in. Now, here comes the magical mystery part...

All manner of madness attempted to keep our first event from going smoothly. Airports were bugging out, planes were retarded, it started raining out of nowhere, all kinds of foolishness...

But none of it prevailed. And I'm CERTAIN it's because I was wearing The Magical Mystery Boots.

Every.Single.Threatening.Disaster was circumvented. A plane that was actually leaving on time was even delayed so Silena could catch it...ALL BECAUSE OF MY MAGICAL MYSTERY BOOTS.

I've decided that the "G" on the back of the boots isn't for Gucci, despite what the Gucci people might say. The "G" on MY boots stands for GOD.

He's got this. No weapons formed against us shall prosper.

Ha!!! How about THAT!!!! God truly works in mysterious ways. Who knew He'd come in the form of a protective pair of boots? These bad boys are like a superhero's cape. Wanna know how truly magical they are? Brand new shoes, especially shoes this pointy and tapered at the toe, usually hurt the first time you wear them until you break them in. These were IMMEDIATELY comfortable. My feet never even got sore as I walked all over the place, meeting, greeting, and doing the do. For hours.

Expect to see me sleeping in my Magical Mystery Boots, and perhaps wearing them all throughout my tour.

For real.

Thank you, Bill, a billion times over for these (literally) heavenly heels. They're better than Dorothy's ruby slippers.

My shoes got God in 'em.

posted by Lo @ 12:25 AM   2 comments
The LoLena Experience (Fort Bragg, NC)
That would be The Lolita/Silena Experience (or the Silena/Lolita Experience...take your pick).

We made our first tour appearance today at the PX at Fort Bragg, and boy, was it A BLAST!!!

Linda, Sert, and Mable at the PX took SPECTACULAR care of us.
No lie, these women were real gems.

And look at this great display they put together...

Look at all those juicy books. Yum. You just want to eat them up, don't you?
DON'T YOU?

These women hand-sold the book to everyone who walked in the front doors. Look at Mable going after dude...
...you just know my name and Silena's were clanging in his head for the rest of the day.

I mean, no one escaped. Check out Linda...
...I don't know what she said to him, but he looks verrrrrrrrry afraid to leave without a copy of Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. and a soundtrack.

Several obstacles threatened to get in the way of our event---delayed flights, re-routed arrivals---but positivity prevailed, obstacles be damned, and all was wonderfully right with the world.

Here's the stage where it all went down...

And, as you can see, Silena RIZZOCKED...
...THE HIZZOUSE...

...I MEAN, SHE WAS SICK WIT IT...

Dude's VIDEOTAPING her, okay??????
How cool is THAT??!!!

SANG DAT SONG, GIRL!!!

Folks are just watching her in awe.
And people, when I say that this girl's voice is AMAZING, I'm not blowing sunshine at you. It sounds ten times better than it does on the cd, and it sounds blazing on the cd. My mouth was open as I watched her sing. She hits Mariah Carey octaves...STRONG. Her voice is hellapowerful.

Little kids were even standing there with their mouths open, and you know how honest kids can be...

This young girl couldn't wait to get her copy of the soundtrack signed. (Of course, she can't listen to it until she's one hundred and ten.)

And the fans were excited to get the book.

Like Mark and Vickie...

...and Soror Meme...

...and Stephanie...

...and COLONEL PORTER...
("Colonel," okay??? because my book is NOT chick lit)

...and she knows it...
...so the rest of you need to man up like the Colonel and get my book too!!!

It was all soooo much fun. And Linda, Sert, and Mable not only had food waiting for us...

...they also sent us off with these lovely parting gifts!!!
Thank you ladies!!!

(We love gifts!!! Oh, and if the rest of you are at a loss as to what to give us...see the next post I do after this one...)

Alright, one mo' 'gin, people. Say it along with Silena:

"The Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. Tour ROCKS!!!!"

Come out and see for yourself!!!

BIG LOVE to the gilded (yup, folks, she's pure gold) GILDA SQUIRE, my publicist at Team Amistad, who HELD IT DOWN for us today. We're so blessed to have her pulling miracles out of thin air on our behalf. There are no big budgets at work here, people. Just a whole lot of folks believing in each other and their dreams.

Oh, and don't worry if you don't see me in these pictures. My essence (say it the way Strange' said it in Boomerang ---"eh-SAWNZ") is there. And you'll be seeing pics of me soon enough. Trust.

Stay tuned for more reports from the field.

Next stop: New York City!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.: The Book Tour!!!
posted by Lo @ 12:14 AM   0 comments
Blogging Bragg
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Fort Bragg, that is. Nawf Cackalacky. Dat's where I be's right now. And so far, it's all good.

I snapped some pictures as I was driving (and managed to do so without hitting anybody!!)

Here they go:
Housing on base...


Approaching the guard gate as I exit the base...


Just driving around, snapping pictures of signs and what-not...


I can relax now, because I spy...

a Wal-Mart!!! (whew!!!)


Brake lights!!!

You're wondering why the f*ck you're even reading this, aren't you? Well, your time is not wasted. We do all this for you (yup, that would be the royal we I'm using). We snap pictures not for nothing. We snap pictures because WE LOVE. We just want you to share this experience.

(We hungry now. And we gotta pee.)

posted by Lo @ 6:23 PM   1 comments
Guess Who's Already Blogging From The Field?
Friday, February 17, 2006
That's right, kiddies...ME!!!

I figured I'd test this liveblogging from my actual location thing right now. I'm at the Burbank Airport awaiting my first flight. I'm facing the window, and it's a fairly decent (albeit tad bit smoggy) view of the mountains, Burbank, and Glendale. Figured I'd snap it with my trusty cameraphone and share.

Like to see 'em, here they go...


Yeah. This stuff oughta be fun. I've got a four-hour layover in Phoenix, so I get to see the new baby!!!!!!!!

More reports from the field to come. Let's just all hope I don't do any drunk-blogging, which could turn out to be realllllllllly interesting. Might change the flavor of this site altogether...

Love ya!!!

posted by Lo @ 11:54 AM   4 comments
I'm Off, People!!!
Headed into the wild blue Bookish yonder!!!

Silena and I look forward to seeing you. Expect updates from the road. Pics and reports of all the fun and adventures. Hope to see you at some of the signings. Come up, say hi, tell me you read the blog. Let Silena know how much you're digging her music. We'll all bond and laugh, have a moment, you know...the whole nine. And I can sign your book!!!

Click here for the schedule: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. Tour Dates

Happy Holiday weekend!! Enjoy yourselves. Party like you've got no sense (because anyone who reads my blog is OFFICIALLY senseless)!!!

See ya soon!!!

posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   3 comments
Best Worse Case Scenario EVER.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
So last night I met some friends for drinks and dinner at this FABULOUS hidden restaurant/bar. I mean, this place was a real stunner of a joint, somewhere I definitely plan on going again and again. It was pretty packed and we didn't have dinner reservations (they're pretty hard to come by last minute), so we chilled in the lounge area and had drinks and ate while sitting on some cute little velvet stool/square thingies. I don't drink very much (anymore). I've never been a sot or much of a drinker at all, only socially when the occasion arose, but I don't even do much of that either (suffice it to say the last time I had one martini too many, there was lots of foolishness, giggling, drunk dialing of exes, and some public heaving at The Coffee Shoppe in Union Square in NYC that embarrassed the heck out of my friends, followed by a morning-after cross-country flight spent in a hangover mode that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy). So I simply don't indulge. But last night I had two very mild-but-tasty Midori Sours...

...that were caps on what was already a most excellent meal (superb calamari and an exquisite hot pot special filled with delicious seafood delights).

The evening ended and we said our goodbyes, handed our tickets to the valet to await our cars, and got ready to head home. I slipped the valet a nice tip, got behind the wheel, prepared to pull off from the curb, and checked my side mirror to make sure no traffic was coming and I could safely ease onto the road. That's when I noticed I couldn't see anything coming. It's kind of hard to when there's nothing to see it out of:

It was just hanging there by a proverbial (well, literal) thread, bringing my good feelings to an instant halt. I just bought this car in January and now this. I got out of the car, told the guy in charge of valet parking my side view mirror was jacked up and wasn't like that when I arrived, he got a form for me to fill out, gave me his card, cell number, and the name of the head guy to talk to about having it taken care of. I drove away, trying to avoid thinking about that eyesore hanging off the side of my car, having a jaded, sinking feeling that when I called the valet company the next day that I would be met with hostility and contrariness. I got home, crawled into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and disappeared into dreams of anything but that hanging side view mirror.

I called the valet company this morning around 9:20ish. No lie, people, the head guy, Brad, not only was expecting me, he was incredibly kind, apologetic, and expeditious. He got the details of my car from me, called the car dealership while we were on the phone and had me on the three-way with him, made arrangements for me to take my car over today, agreed to pre-pay the dealership for the work they would be doing, said he would reimburse me for any taxi costs I incurred as a result of the car being in the shop, and generally took care of me beyond any expectations I could have ever imagined. It was the best case of customer service I've experienced in YEARS. He was extraordinary. I was off the phone with him by 9:33am. It totally restored my faith in people and valet parking in general (because you know if it had gone badly, I was never going to valet park anywhere ever again...I've already had at least four bad valet parking incidents in my lifetime, all theft-related). Well, Brad was just the best, and I just want to say his name over and over again, so that's what I'm going to do...
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I deliberately didn't say the name of the restaurant where I dined, nor the name of Brad's company. All of that is irrelevant. Just suffice it to know that there is still good in the world, and all valet services aren't shady, and BRAD IS THE BOMB!!!

For real.

posted by Lo @ 2:04 PM   0 comments
File Under, "Gee, What A Shock."
TMZ.com reports that Michael Jackson's marriage to baby seller baby pimp babies' mama, Debbie Rowe might not have exactly been traditional love:
TMZ has obtained a ruling from a California Court of Appeal, issued today, rejecting Michael Jackson's claim that Debbie Rowe gave up her parental rights. In the decision, there's a revealing passage from the trial judge who commented on the marriage between Jackson and Rowe.

"It was an arranged deal from the beginning... This was not a mom and dad saying, 'Hey, let's have a family that we're going to raise.'"
Not unless you mean 'raise' in the 'cultivate crop' sense, as in Michael was trying to 'raise' his own batch of tenderonies so he wouldn't have to go to outside sources anymore.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh, we kid. We kid we because we love...(to kid).

TMZ.com: Jackson's Marriage To Rowe 'Arranged'
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   0 comments
Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. In PW Daily!!!
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Check out this MAJORLY COOL, MAJORLY SIGNIFICANT, high-profile piece my new book, Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame., just got in today's PW Daily newsletter. For those who don't know, Publishers Weekly is THE most important magazine in the publishing industry. It's the equivalent of Variety for the television and film industry, and Billboard for the music industry. Next week's issue of Publishers Weekly has a feature of Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. and the clever approach Amistad/HarperCollins took in marketing the book by creating a soundtrack and a film trailer. PWDaily is their daily newsletter that arrives to subscribers via e-mail. It's read throughout the publishing world, so this was definitely a nice bit of exposure for us all.

Here's what the article looks like (I did a little cutting and pasting):

[click to go to the actual article]

There are some things that I would be grossly remiss in if I didn't correct:
The excerpts on the soundtrack are read by the delicious actor MEL Jackson (not "Al").

There is, however, an Al that should have been mentioned, the great and wonderful music producer, Al "Butter" McLean, who came through like a champ when we enlisted his help. Butter found three of the artists and their perfectly-suited songs for the soundtrack (not me, I wouldn't have the first clue how!!), and the songs ROCK. I mean, really. Those of you who've heard the soundtrack know what I'm talking about.

Also, my AMAZING, AMAZING, AMAZING, SUPER-DUPER, RELENTLESS PUBLICIST at Amistad's name is Gilda SQUIRE (no "s" on the last name). Team Amistad has made this whole thing a dream, and Gilda just doesn't give up when it comes to making things happen. How lucky am I to have her in my corner?

And, oh yeah, Child of God was my fourth book.
Me making those corrections doesn't mean I'm not thrilled for PW's coverage. I'm ECSTATIC!!! I just want to make sure that all the people who have made this whole thing come together so wonderfully get their proper due. This is definitely NOT a one-woman show, and I won't fake the funk for one minute to make anyone think it is.

Thanks to all of them, and thanks to ALL OF YOU for supporting me and this book and all my other ones as well. Let's all hold hands and get in a big circle. Who wants to start the first verse of Kumbaya?

PWDaily.com - Novel Video Promo from Amistad
Amazon.com: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
posted by Lo @ 3:06 PM   5 comments
Check Out This Must-Have For The Oscars And Black History Month
This is a great examination of the fascinating, complicated life of a celebrated Hollywood legend.

While most of us only know her for her Oscar-winning turn as Mammy in Gone with the Wind, Hattie McDaniel was so much more than that.

Publishers Weekly writes the following about the book:
Watts (Mae West) unveils the largely tragic tale of Hattie McDaniel, the first African-American to win an Academy Award. Born in 1893, the youngest daughter of freed slaves, McDaniel sang and danced to help provide for her poverty-stricken family. Her early career as a comedian and singer garnered raves. She landed in Hollywood, appearing as an extra in scores of early 1930s films. Soon speaking roles in films like Stella Dallas led to her Oscar-winning performance as Mammy in the 1939 epic Gone with the Wind. This achievement marked the pinnacle of McDaniel's career—and heralded its collapse.
How's THAT for a teaser?

Seriously, it's a compelling read, especially when examined through the lens of where today's people of color stand in regard to the Oscars. Only one person of color was nominated in the acting categories this year. At times it seems like America has come such a long way, but there still is so much farther to go.

Amazon.com: Hattie McDaniel: Black Ambition, White Hollywood
posted by Lo @ 11:27 AM   0 comments
This Sh*t Is Getting Reeaaaaaaal Interesting...

posted by Lo @ 10:17 AM   1 comments
Da House, Da House, Da House Is On Fiyahhhhhh!!!
*SPOILER ALERT FOR LAST NIGHT'S EPISODE OF HOUSE*

You know the drill. Gitdafugout now or forever hold your peace. You've got three seconds.

One...

Two...

Three...

Gone?

Good!!!

Okay y'all, what the HEEZY was up with that opening on last night's episode of House ? That ish was SPECTACULAR!!!

Dude and his dad riding an ATV. Kid pleads with dad to let him drive. Dad lets him. Kid seizes up while driving, dad falls off the speeding ATV, kid plows smack into some giant tubes, and...

...next thing you know...

...KABLOWEEE!!!!

And, oh yeah, the kid doesn't die...

...but he sure as hell gets his barbecue on.

Is there something in the air? Was it that full moon we just passed through? Because there seems to be a trend here. First Grey's Anatomy blows someone to smithereens...

...and now this kid gets the s'mores treatment on House. I used to think Six Feet Under was out of control with the various ways they came up with to kill people at the beginning of every episode, but these network shows are starting to give cable a run for its money. (Did anyone see that episode of Las Vegas where Lara Flynn Boyle's character bit it by getting blown off the roof...

...by a killer gust of wind while she was in the middle of a rant? Gotta love it.)

I'm almost eager to find out who's gonna do what next. This reminds me of the good ol' days of Bugs Bunny and the Looney Tunes cartoons. Characters were always biting it in the most ridiculous ways. Seems like network dramas have finally caught on.

I can't wait to see which show drops a boulder on somebody.

Fox.com: House
Previously: The Lo Zone: Grey's Insanity
posted by Lo @ 9:41 AM   0 comments
Why I Love Simon Cowell, Part 5
What he said to the Brokenote Cowboys, after their lackluster-but-heartfelt leathery performance...

...which Simon interpreted as a deliberate attempt at campiness and was, therefore, not amused...

"It was just ridiculous. It was like some ghastly party where three workmates have got drunk and attempted to entertain an audience who aren't interested. For that reason, you are all going home."

After which the Brokenote trio immediately ran screaming from stage in tearful hysterics, falling upon each other in a group hug-fuck. As they pounded each others' backsides and mourned the closing of the Idol door, they ultimately realized that for every Hollywood door that closes, a cowboy's rectum back door will welcome them in.

(Okay, so that's not what happened, but wouldn't it be funny as hell if it did?)

American Idol Is Gayer Than Three Gay Humping Cowboys

Fox.com: American Idol
Previously: The Lo Zone: Why I Love Simon Cowell, Part 4
Previously: The Lo Zone: Why I Love Simon Cowell, Part 3
Previously: The Lo Zone: Why I Love Simon Cowell, Part 2
Previously: The Lo Zone: Why I Love Simon Cowell, Part 1
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   0 comments
Since We've Already Got A Dog Theme Going...
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Okay, how cool is THIS thing...?!!!


I wonder if they make one of these for exes (boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, take your pick). You can just stuff 'em all in there in a nice little row and keep it movin'.

posted by Lo @ 12:56 PM   0 comments
Liveblogging Dumb Shit.
What it looks like (from my perspective) to simultaneously walk three dogs:


...and then have to turn around and walk an Akita.


My toes!!!


Four happy dogs snacking on Whopper Jrs.
(sans pickles, onions, lettuce, and tomatoes). (What???? Every now and then I give them a treat.)


What greedy looks like.

Toshi sucked her Whopper Jr. down too quickly and now she's gotta watch the rest of them as they eat theirs. She wouldn't dare try to take any. My Poopers have manners!!!

posted by Lo @ 12:25 PM   0 comments
Found Things, Part 1
Found this on the sidewalk today as Toshi (my Akita) and I rounded a corner, heading home from our walk. There's a school a few blocks over from where I live and every morning and afternoon, large groups of kids pass by. I imagine one of them must have dropped this.

[click image to enlarge]

In case you can't read it, it says:
this class sux. I sit next to a gay asian guy and a demonic psycho bitch.
These kids are the future, y'all. Be very afraid.

posted by Lo @ 10:39 AM   3 comments
The Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. Book Tour Is Headed Your Way!!!
It begins this coming Saturday at Fort Bragg in North Carolina. Check the tour schedule for appearances in New York, Washington, D.C., and Atlanta in the next two weeks.

Come out, say hi, pick up a copy of the new book, hear Silena Murrell sing, and let's all have a good time together!!!

Click here for the schedule: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. Tour Dates


Previously: The Lo Zone: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.: The Book Tour!!!
posted by Lo @ 9:12 AM   0 comments
Happy Valentine's Day, Bitches!!!
We all know that Valentine's Day is mostly for the ladies. (I mean, seriously fellas, are y'all really waiting on a box of candy and a card? Unless this is the one day a year your girl gives you The Big Blow, in which case, I understand...)

But since this day is mostly for the ladies, and the gift most women always get is chocolate candy, I figured I'd put a tasty piece of chocolate EYE candy on the blog for us ladies to look at. A nice milky piece...Mr. Terrence Howard in this month's Vanity Fair.

I mean, look at this pretty mofo.

[click image to enlarge, then click once again to enlarge even more]

Don't you just want to take a bite out of him? Yum!!!

Oscarwatch FYC Gallery - Vanity Fair Hollywood Issue - Terrence Howard
The Internet Movie Database: Terrence Howard
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   4 comments
Grey's Insanity
Monday, February 13, 2006
*SPOILER ALERT FOR GREY'S ANATOMY*

Get out NOW if you haven't watched the show yet or just plain ol' don't want to know the details.

Go on...

Scram...

Now!!!

Good.

Okay, so Grey's Anatomy and its motley cast of characters redeemed itself with me this week, although the show itself was off the chizains. Really. The show was the bomb, in more ways than one.

From George's major man-up moment helping deliver Dr. Bailey's ain't-no-stoppin'-me-now baby, to Bailey chastising George to stop looking at her "Va-jay-jay" as the baby came out, last night's episode was mesmerizing, bonafide gripping television, with a conclusion to last week's cliffhanger that delivered, and then some.

...to Bailey's husband dying on the operating table in another room just as his baby was being born (and then being revived by Dr. McDreamy, who refused to take death for an answer)...

...to me thinking maybe Meredith had finally met the real love of her life in the guy from the bomb squad who she finally gave the bomb...

...to watching, along with Meredith...

...that delusional fantasy (on my part) die on the vine...

...as dude and said bomb went up in a shrapnel-rich puff of disaster as he gingerly walked away (without a helmet or mask, as my editor Jen pointed out...)

...and we momentarily think Meredith is so damn dead (not!!), but it's all good, because George finally gets the three-girls-in-the-shower scene he dreamt about last week...

...with Meredith, Izzie, and Cristina, although it was slightly different than he originally envisioned it...

...and Meredith certainly didn't look like she had hot lesbian action on her mind.

...more like a cool rush of water to ease the pain of that searing blast...

...to Cristina and Dr. Burke finally saying "I love you" to each other, even though each did it while the other was asleep...

...and Dr. McDreamy remembering, with almost obsessive/stalkerish detail, his last kiss with Meredith, right down to the lavender smell in her freshly-washed hair and the hole at the back of the neck of her ratty t-shirt.

It was all so much. Great, great viewing, and I learned some stuff in the process.

Three things I took from last night's episode:

1. It really is a damn good show. Shonda Rhimes is the shit, and she totally made that gratuitous Super Bowl Shower Moment work to her advantage.

2. George has the ability to see into the future, but his lens is real, real, real fucked up.

3. Meredith is keenly attuned to her intuition (last week's episode started with her rambling about feeling like she was going to die, and she almost did), but, like George, her keen intuition is skewed in real, real, real, real fucked-up kind of way. The next time she announces she feels like she's going to die, whoever's in the room should make a break for it, because you can rest assured one of them is about to bite it, not her. Which makes her either the world's greatest empathizer (taking on the feeling of the actual fates of others), or a modern-day narcissistic Cassandra ("I tell you, I'M the one who's going to die, not you!! It's MY destiny!! If anybody's going to die today, it's ME!!!"---meanwhile the people around her are dropping like flies.)


The Internet Movie Database: Grey's Anatomy=
Previously: The Lo Zone: Grey's Anatomy: Will Whore For Ratings
posted by Lo @ 3:58 PM   2 comments
Throw Your Panties In The Air...And Wave 'Em Like You Just Don't Care!!!

One mo' 'gin for the Lo Zone readers who wrote commenting on how much they loved that 70's flava Mr. West was kickin' at the Grammys last week. Shirt open all the way down to his Ph.D.

Breathe in, breathe out...

mtv.com - News - Alicia, Kanye Go For Plunging Necklines, Stars Rock White On Grammy Green Carpet
posted by Lo @ 1:07 PM   0 comments
Speaking Of Pepsi...
...and we were just a couple posts back (it's my drink of choice if taken hostage by the current administration or if you want to win me over...yeah people, all it takes is a Pepsi. No need to pop that Crissy. Save your money for the shoes you're going to need to go with that Pepsi when you try to win me over. Did you really think all it took to get to me was a silly ol' can of soda?).

Alas, I can no longer drink them the way I used to, and that's sooooo hard for me. I was weaned on the stuff. I swear, my mom's front-feeders must have been loaded with it because she used to drink them all day long, and, consequently, when I was born, so did I. You know how folks rolled back in the day. Mothers would give their toddlers soda, or better yet...

...KOOL-AID...in a baby bottle (don't act like I was the only one), sit them in front of the tv, and go about their business. These days, that's enough to bring Child Protective Services down on your head, but back then, it was par for the parental course (in my neighborhood, anyway), and I'm a tougher, better, well-educated, Pepsi-appreciating person because of it. So what, I had a cavity or ten? That's why they make dentists and fillings. All those sweet drinks have been keeping the ADA up and running for years.

But, of course, now I know better. Too much sugar is bad for the body (in more ways than one), even though it tastes as good as hell. The more Pepsi's I drink, the tighter my clothes fit, so I'm down to drinking mostly bottled water and these things...

...which are super-delish and come in a variety of excellent flavors (like White Grape, Apple & Pear, Orange Cream, etc.). They're carbonated just like sodas, yet have no calories or sugar whatsoever. So I might not be able to do sodas that much anymore, but I can suck these bad boys down all day without the threat to my waistline.

I can also still read about sodas even though I can't indulge, and it's a good thing I can because I happened to come across an absolutely BRILLIANT, INCREDIBLE, OUTRAGEOUSLY ENTERTAINING NOVEL about the invention of one of the most popular soft drinks in the world---something hilariously called Rhubarilla. I've been holed up with this book all weekend, and it's been one of the best reads EVER. There just aren't words enough to describe how much I'm enjoying this...thing. Hell, I don't even know how to describe it. It's like, I don't know, part Victorian fairy tale, part fantasy, part Fellini flick, part farce, straight delightful bonkers. I would have been finished with it by now, but it's so good, I'm savoring it, page by page, drawing out the experience as long as I possibly can.

The name of this wonderful piece of fiction is Intoxicated, and that's exactly what I've been the whole time I've been reading it.

The author is an obviously wickedly imaginative man by the name of John Barlow, and boy, would I love to have a look at what's inside his head (or not). This is one of those books that makes a reader marvel and makes a writer wish for the capacity to come up with something so insanely good. The novel is just bursting with verve and nerve and Technicolor and wit and waaaaaaaaaaay outside-of-the-box coolness---and a midget!!! (Cortney, you are going to love this fucking midget!!!). It's so exquisite, it's making me gush, and I haven't gushed like this about a book in a long time, especially when I have my own book to be gushing over right now.

Still, this is a real gem of a novel, and I just can't say enough about it. But don't just take my word for it. Check out what the Washington Post had to say:
John Barlow is back with another gastronomical story that's as surprising, funny and satisfying as a good belch... The British writer is something of a master at concocting what could be called "sentimental grotesques," and Intoxicated, a novel about the development of an improbable soft drink made from rhubarb, delivers a strange but irresistible mix of flavors... It's almost not fair how much he makes us care for these silly, vulnerable people... but Intoxication delivers the goods. It's the real thing.
I just knew I was going to end up longing for the sharp, burn-the-lining-out-of-your-nose acidic taste of Pepsi while I was reading the book, but, interestingly, I haven't. I've been longing for some Rhubarilla instead. How nuts is that? It's so wildly-retarded-yet-plausible a concept, you end up fantasizing about the taste.

It's probably a good thing there is no Rhubarilla, because I'm sure I'd be sprung. Who knew words alone could create an addiction? John Barlow is The Crack Man. A damn good one, but still, a dealer of heady stuff. You won't want to come down after you read his book. As soon as I finish, I'm picking up his previous collection of novellas, Eating Mammals. His words are so good, so pure---that good shit---I just have to have another hit.

Amazon.com: Intoxicated
John Barlow.net
posted by Lo @ 10:51 AM   3 comments
Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. In Page Six This Weekend!!!
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Just in case y'all missed it, me and my brand new book, Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame., were boldfaced names in what is arguably the country's most powerful gossip column, the New York Post's Page Six. The piece read as follows:
CELEBRITIES know how to get their names boldfaced on Page Six: Do something stupid. But novelists have their own means of getting their books in the column: They refer to Page Six in their writing, repeatedly. In "Fabulosity" by fiercely fabulous Kimora Lee Simmons, the thin-skinned Baby Phat designer pretends she doesn't mind bad press. "For your name to be a bold-faced headline - come on!" she writes. Then, in an obvious reference to us, she says, "It says something about your status! It says something that your name would be bigger than the writer's name or bigger than the column's name on the top of the page above all the other gossiped-about people." OK. In "Sex. Lies. Murder. Fame." - a new mystery by Lolita Files - Page Six is mentioned no fewer than 10 times. The campy rip-off of "All About Eve" - featuring an immoral writer-model-rapper and the publishing upstart he leeches onto - says: "Page Six had been quiet, oblivious to everything, missing the hotbed of action right under its omnipotent nose." And ". . . not as long as there was a Page Six, whose faceless, ubiquitous spies were legion." Thanks.
While my book is neither a mystery nor a rip-off of All About Eve, it does mention Page Six several times because of situations that the characters keep getting themselves into. We're thrilled at being included in their column. It makes the whole thing so very...meta. Life imitating art imitating life. Or something like that.

New York Post Online: Page Six: Good Rule For Every Writer
Amazon.com: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
posted by Lo @ 10:14 AM   0 comments
Just In Case You Forgot Why We're At War.
This guy shoots his hunting buddies "by accident." So you can only imagine how fucked the rest of us are.

Per the article on CNN.com:
Vice President Dick Cheney accidentally shot and wounded a campaign contributor during a weekend quail hunt on a friend's South Texas ranch, local authorities and the vice president's office said Sunday.

The wounded man, 78-year-old Harry Whittington, was in intensive care at a Corpus Christi hospital after being hit by several pellets of birdshot Saturday afternoon, hospital spokesman Peter Banko told CNN.
The man was 78, had contributed to a campaign before, and STILL he was shot in the face?

Dang. I'd hate to make Cheney mad for real.

*Yo, if I'm missing tomorrow, send a team out looking for me. Don't forget about your girl like that. Oh yeah...bring some fried chicken. And a Pepsi. Cold.


CNN.com: Cheney accidentally shoots fellow hunter
posted by Lo @ 9:46 AM   2 comments
Why I Love Being Black.
I love being a part of the greater American culture and I love the diversity of both my background and my friendships, but there are some isms and quirks within my ethnic culture that just make me giddy sometimes. I'm talking, make me wanna squeeze myself with glee over the way a person of color can colloquially flip the word in the most retarded way and still have that shit make perfect sense. It's only appropriate that I celebrate those isms and quirks during Black History Month.

To wit:

Last night I was watching the Jay-Z concert/farewell (yeah, right) movie, Fade To Black, on Showtime.

The film cuts back and forth between Hova's* final big performance at Madison Square Garden and various scenes of him creating hits and dialoguing (see? is that even a word?) with assorted rap icons and up-and-comers.

There was one scene in particular where Jay and Q-Tip (from seminal conscious hip-hop group A Tribe Called Quest)...

...were talking about the state of hip hop and how it's changed. Jay pointed to another cat in the room...

...a younger rapper in a do-rag who I probably should know by face but don't, and talked about how he (the young rapper) did rhymes about guns and shooting things up and what-not. The young rapper said he did them because that's what the people seemed to want to hear. Jay was like...

...but that's not really you though, but the kid said he had to take the long route (writing violent raps) in order to establish himself. The others in the room immediately responded with loud dissent. The most quotable protester of all, however, a fellow sitting just behind/beside the conflicted do-ragged young rapper...

...said the following as he looked up from whatever it was he'd previously been preoccupied with:
BE DA FUCK YOU.

And you know what? Everybody understood that shit. Not one person blinked. For real.

Happy Black History Month, people. Be da fuck you.

*For those of you who don't know, Jay-Z's got more alternate names than you can imagine, way more than Diddy ever even thought about. Jay, Jay-Z, Jigga, Hova, Young Hov, Young, Hov, Jay-Hova, Jay-Hovah, H to the Izzo, Izzo, Jazzy, Shawn Carter, S. Carter, S. Dot...seriously, it's too many to count. But fans of Jigga (myself included) love him and every single one of those nicknames he comes with, including his latest, Mr. President (o' Def Jam). Do the damn thing, Jay. Be da fuck you.

Paramount Classics: Fade To Black
posted by Lo @ 9:22 AM   0 comments
Show Me The Monkey Love
Curious George may have not shown as much monkey as he would have liked, having come in third at the box office this weekend with an estimated $15.3 million, but he definitely got mad love from me. ME, of all people. Can you believe it? Especially after my rant last week about him shoving his monkey overkill in my face at every turn.

Still, I guess all it takes is a little cuddliness to soften up a tough bird like me. Sure enough, that little cuddliness arrived when I least expected it.

Imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang this past Saturday morning and I opened the door to find a UPS guy standing there holding a box of who-knows-what? Kick that surprise up another ten notches when I discovered inside the box, among other things, this:

Isn't he just the cutest? I want to hug him and squeeze him and call him George. Oh wait, his name IS George!! (Alright, that remark may be a little esoteric in reference, but those of you who grew up on old Bugs Bunny cartoons will remember that's what the Abominable Snowman Hugo said to Bugs in the episode where Marvin the Martian gave Bugs to Hugo as a pet).

But I digress. Back to my monkey. Ain't he cute?

So now, of course, I'm all about Curious George and having him show me all the monkey he wants. I might even go see the movie now. Because this monkey is just toooooooo cute. Really. I mean, look at him...

Thanks to my wunnerful, wunnerful editor, Jennifer Pooley, who surprised me with that monkey-by-mail. She knew I couldn't be annoyed with George after seeing him in such cute, stuffed, cuddly form. And, as usual, she was right.


Show me the monkey indeed!!!

Previously: The Lo Zone: Somebody's Showing Me Waaaaaaaay Too Much Monkey
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   1 comments
Disappearing Acts
Friday, February 10, 2006
Sorry about yesterday, guys. It was absolute insanity. I'd written all these lovely posts for you (including one particularly lengthy but fun...at least, I thought so...Grammy recap), but when I went to upload them to the company that hosts my website, nothing would go through. The host servers were down for the bulk of the day, so I sat out here, trapped in cyberspace, totally separated from you.

And it was hard. So hard. I think I've developed an interdependency on y'all. And I can't really do yesterday's posts today because now they're old news. The time to talk about that stuff is when it's fresh out the pan. Like the hottest, tastiest, most delectable Krispy Kreme doughnut, the time to consume it is immediately. Any undue delay will only result in a hard, gnarly feeling in your stomach.

Which brings us to today, which is legitimately a short day. I have several appointments and meetings, the first starting at 8:30am, so I won't be able to blog today. But I will be back in full, operational effect Monday morning, with days worth of juicy chit-chat, food for thought, and something to sip on.

Lance, keep your eyes peeled for a post I have planned on Monday that's the perfect tie-in to a Pepsi mentality. I think you and all the Lo Zoners (that means you, my visitors) will enjoy it.

In the meantime, you can amuse yourselves with this. LBoogie, you posted a comment about Kanye's super-fly seventies outfit on the Grammys. You'll definitely get a kick out of this.

Don't know if you guys have seen the trailer for his new video Touch the Sky. A TRAILER FOR A VIDEO. How stanktastic is THAT?

Sounds like something my publisher would do.

(And the video looks like it's going to be hot to death. I'm assuming it's not out yet...if it is already, my bad, but the trailer's still cool. Watch it and marvel. And have a great weekend, y'all. I'll be back fresh and committed at the beginning of next week!!)



Previously: The Lo Zone: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.: The Film Trailer!!!
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   2 comments
Guess Who's Back!! (But Not For Long...)
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
So I don't have to go over today. Turns out I don't have to be there until Monday morning, which is when the new mommy and baby will return home. The mommy's going to stay in the hospital for a few extra days just to take advantage of the place. It's one of those ritzy joints in Arizona where celebs go to have their kids in quiet and pampered comfort. She's got twenty-four hour premium room service and A SPA in her private room. A SPA!!!! So I'll be there on Monday when she arrives home. In the meantime, I'll be here blogging with you guys...

...tomorrow. Because I'm too giddy about the baby to be of any use to you for the rest of today. I'm about to go get me some soul food from L'Kesh Cafe...

...(that's right, folks...slaver with envy)...

...and then I'm gonna chill and watch a DVD...

...until it's time for Oprah, who's got the great John Legend on her show today...

...then I'm gonna watch another DVD...

...until it's time for THE GRAMMYS!!!!!!!

I'm so excited!!!! I NEVER GET TO PLAY HOOKIE!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF!!!!!!!!! OH, WAIT, I JUST TOLD YOU WHAT I'M GOING TO DO WITH MYSELF. WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

See y'all in the morning!!!
posted by Lo @ 4:32 PM   4 comments
Show Me The Baby!!!
Today will be a short posting day. My girlfriend's new baby (literally) just arrived, so I'm off to see her and her husband and the widdle one and be the dutiful supportive (and helpful) friend (I can't wait to see the baby!!!!!). In the meantime, amuse yourselves with The Best of The Lo Zone. (That just means re-read my old posts and talk amongst yourselves in the process. We love it when there's lots of comments!!!)

Or better yet, if you still haven't taken the plunge, why not check out this really awesome book...


See ya soon!!!

Amazon.com: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
posted by Lo @ 11:31 AM   3 comments
Somebody's Showing Me Waaaaaaaay Too Much Monkey
Now, I know Universal's all excited about their new movie, Curious George, but they've gone straight bananas with the marketing of this bitch. I mean, really. I can hardly step out the door without being accosted by a freaking billboard with this monkey on it.

Yesterday I was out running errands, and just for---you guessed it---shits and giggles, I decided to count how many of those damn ads I saw in the course of the five square miles I covered while out.

I left the house at 3:48pm. I was back home by 4:37pm. And just how many monkey ads did I see?

===>24<===

That's right, I said it:

===>24 ads of goggle-eyed monkey<===

In the words of the Elders: "That don't make no damn sense."

It felt like some sort of assault, an invasion, all that freakin' yellow and that ape with the binoculars. I would have stayed out longer, but I got so damned tired of seeing that trick-ass chimp, I raced back home to get away from it all.

Curiously, the Curious George billboards seemed to be placed in pairs. If you see one, odds are there's another one a block away. Then you might go four blocks, and suddenly two more similarly-spaced simians smack you in the face.

Are you sick of seeing that ad yet?

I'm sure Universal probably intended this to have some sort of subliminal effect of making people feel compelled to see George after having been conditioned by all that signage, however, it's had the opposite effect on me. The last thing I want to see is that ape. I feel like he's stalking me. Stalking is never good. EVER. I've been running from this monkey. Why would I pay money now to go and see him?

Note to the marketing department behind this obnoxious campaign: peel some of them bitches back. Kids are probably having nightmares about that creature peering at them with those lenses. Parents are going to be shocked when they get their children in the theater and, the second George appears on screen, the whole place bursts into screams of terror.

Curious George, my ass. He's a fucking peeping Tom.


Pervy monkey.

Universal Pictures: Curious George
posted by Lo @ 9:34 AM   7 comments
The Final Honor Of A Great, Great Lady.
Yesterday, Coretta Scott King was laid to rest in an extraordinarily regal and beautiful ceremony befitting the royalty that she was. Four of the five living presidents were present...


...and Bush gave a most respectful, dignified, uplifting speech...

...proving that he did, in fact, care about black people. At least, for that day. A stellar array of speakers paid their respects, giving this iconic woman the due she was more than entitled to.

The funeral program that was given to the attendees was just as memorable.

Twenty-eight pages offering a glimpse into a fully-realized life...

...spanning from childhood to now, touching on all the love...

...struggle, tragedy...

...triumph, and wonderment in between.

It included a letter from the President...

...as well as a letter from the mayor of Atlanta, and a Proclamation from the governor of Georgia commemorating her life.

(Click the following link to view or download the entire program. File is in .pdf format):


Rest well, our beloved one. You've definitely earned your place in the kingdom.

Washington Post.com: Coretta Scott King's Legacy Celebrated in Final Farewell
Washington Post.com: President Bush Delivers Remarks at the Funeral of Coretta Scott King
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   1 comments
Britney Attempts To Ward Off DHS With Half-Ass Explanation
Tuesday, February 07, 2006

More fallout from the Britney Spears/endangered baby Federspawn furor.

Per an article in USA Today, Spears claims she was just scurred:
"I was terrified that this time the physically aggressive paparazzi would put both me and my baby in danger," Spears said in statement released late Monday.

"I instinctively took measures to get my baby and me out of harm's way, but the paparazzi continued to stalk us," she said. "I love my child and would do anything to protect him."
Sure. Now they're the 'physically aggressive paparazzi.' Isn't she one of the few (a group which includes papwhore Paris Hilton) who loves having the attention of the paps? Wasn't it just a mere two weeks ago when her beloved paps helped push her car out of the road when the overpriced thing put her down?

Well, the paps ain't trying to hear that have-it-both-ways crap, particularly X17, the company that took the pictures:
"These pictures were taken in a very peaceful context, in which photographers exhibited no aggressive behavior," the agency said in a statement released to Access Hollywood. "We believe that the pictures speak for themselves."
Guess that means the love affair between Brit and the pappies is officially over. They've probably declared war on her ass after this. Expect to see her in even more uncouth shots, considering how trashy she is to begin with.

I personally don't know why everybody's surprised about this. Britney doesn't hesitate to put her own life in danger (fucking K-Fed*?...

...and walking barefoot into and out of a public restroom*?!!)...

...so what's to be expected of how she'll deal with a baby?

(*Both pics from PerezHilton.com.)

Big Ups to Lo Zone reader and dear, dear friend/sis, Yvette Hayward, aka Ettevy, for additional material. We luh dat bitch!!!

USA Today.com: Britney Spears defends photos of her driving with son on lap
New York Post.com: Nitwit Brit Endangers Her Baby
posted by Lo @ 5:57 PM   2 comments
Star-Crossed Lies
See, this is how a lie gets started. According to gossip website Media Take Out, Star Jones Reynolds and her husband Al are headed for divorcement.

Per the site:
Media Take Out has learned that Star Jones and Al Reynolds marriage may be on its last legs.

Al Reynolds and Star Jones have been frantically touring the country to promote Star's new book, Shine. However, the busy schedule and pressure to sell books is taking its toll on the usually happy couple - causing them to fight constantly. According to sources close to the couple, this weekend the fighting exploded. A close friend to Ms. Jones says, "Star is so upset with Al that she's not even wearing her wedding ring."

Media Take Out has confirmed that the last few taping of ABC's The View, Ms. Jones has NOT been wearing her wedding ring. Developing...
This is the picture they had on their website of Star without her ring.


But I watched The View today, and I took this pic with my cameraphone:


The ring is there in full effect. And it looks like Star's wearing the same outfit and her hair's the same and everything, so I'm assuming they took their pic today as well. ONLY MINE SHOWS THE CORRECT HAND WHERE THE RING WOULD BE. I guess they figured people would look at the picture on their site and help fuel the rumor.

One of my best friends recently saw the couple at Star's booksigning in D.C. She marveled over how truly in love they seemed, and the adoring way that Al looked at his wife as she spoke to the crowd.

Ahhhhhhh...black love. So beautiful. Bad, bad lying website. Shoo!! Be gone!! Leave Star and Al alone!!!

By the way, doesn't she look great in this pic from the Super Bowl XL Gridiron Glamour Celebrity Fashion Show and Brunch?


Media Take Out.com
posted by Lo @ 3:37 PM   1 comments
Four Above.
Finally, the movie based on me and my dogs and how we all came together is coming out.*

Of course, they made the lead a white male (natch) and doubled the number of dogs, but hey, that's Hollywood. They whitewash everything and have a tendency to aggrandize.

Still, I'm so excited our story's hitting the big screen!!! My (cute nickname alert===>) Poopers are such a loyal heroic bunch. I'd still be stuck in that snow bank in the Antarctic wilds if it weren't for them, and it's time the rest of the world celebrated my four furry friends for the wonders that they are.

Go see our story. It'll make you run out and get your own crew of four-footed lifesavers. Soon the world will be filled with dog teams and the people who love them. Imagine how great a planet that would be!!!


*Okay, so this movie isn't based on me and my dogs. So what, I'm going to keep saying that it is. How else can I explain having three Shibas and an Akita?

After a while, the phrase "You have how many dogs?" gets kind of old. Eight Below is our story and we're sticking to it!!!

Eight Below: The Official Movie Website
posted by Lo @ 12:25 PM   4 comments
Why Parents Should Seriously Consider What They Name Their Children
Apparently Tiger Woods has taken his name literally and is attempting to manifest tiger-like characteristics, starting with his hair.

This was how he looked last night on Conan O'Brien. Yup, people. Them there's gold stripes in ol' Tiger's head.

And he sat there with a straight face, like nothing was wrong, like his hair wasn't a natural magnet for every eyeball in the room, including Conan's.

This is what happens when you have so much money and perceived power that the people around you are too afraid to say anything. Sadly, I'll bet no one in Tiger's camp will tell him how jacked-up his stri-ped (say it like it's got two syllables) hair is. It'll have to come from an outsider, probably a crackhead on the street.

You can always count on a crackhead to tell you the truth.

posted by Lo @ 9:37 AM   4 comments
All The World Loves A Recovered Druggie With An Overblown Story To Tell
Further proof that the James Frey shitstorm did nothing to stave off the publishing world's insatiable desire for inflated pseudo-truths mined from the fried gray matter of a person of questionable character...

...today's Page Six has the following:
ANTHONY Bourdain, watch your back! Jeff Henderson, executive chef at Las Vegas' Bellagio, learned how to cook while in prison for coke-dealing. Now he's written a memoir. Rights to "From Cocaine to Foie Gras" were snatched at auction last week by William Morrow for Henderson's tale of running a big San Diego drug operation, and then learning how to sling more than hash in jail from the how-to tome, "Becoming a Chef," by Andrew Dornenburg and Karen Page.
Expect Henderson to regale the public with tales of how he perfected his recipe for chocolate ganache while simultaneously blowing rails off food groupies' asses and mainlining heroin through an auto-syringe hooked up between his toes. A Smoking Gun expose' follows. Public humiliation and colossal checks ensue...

New York Post: Page Six: Free-Basting?
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   2 comments
Introducing...Improbable Conversations (Part 1): James Frey's "Come-To-Jesus" Meeting With The Black Jesus
Monday, February 06, 2006
In the spirit of the great fun of Friday's post about Improbable Friendships (which was based on a real sighting), I've decided to keep the fun going by, on occasion (meaning, whenever the mood strikes me), doing something I'd like to call Improbable Conversations, where we explore fake discourse between real people who most likely will never talk, but it'd be cool as blazes (hey, that's a paradox!) to listen in on their what-the-fuck-is-this chatter, just for shits and giggles.

And what better way to inaugurate this little funfest than to start with everyone's favorite lying guy, James Frey...


...and hip-hop stylist extraordinaire, Kanyeezy Weezy, in the role of the Black Jesus.


Seems Frey's got some 'splainin' to do about a thing or two million, and the Black Jeezy's not tryyyyyyyyyyyyin' to hear no bullshit...


Black Jeezy: So what's this about you trying to embarrass my Chosen One?




Frey: That's not what happened. This whole thing...




Black Jeezy: See, that's the problem right there. You don't have respect for anything. First off, you need to be addresssing me in the proper way. You didn't say 'Sir,' 'Your Magnificence,' nothing. You can't just talk to me like you talking to somebody on the street. Didn't your mama ever tell you not to look into the sun?


Frey: But you're not really Jesus.




Black Jeezy: Nigga, what?????? I know you see this crown of thorns on my head. Jesus is a state of mind. I've been through fire, through the wire, you can't even begin to understand what it's like to be persecuted the way I have...


Frey: Uh...I think I can. The entire country turned on me. Your Chosen One did everything but have her audience tear away my flesh.


Black Jeezy: But see, my flesh was torn away. I almost died one time. My jaw was all jacked up. My mouth was wired shut. I got a plate in my chin...



Frey: ...my teeth were knocked out and I had a root canal without Novocaine...



Black Jeezy: ...the President probably had the CIA investigating me because I dared to speak my mind and my heart. You wouldn't even understand what it's like to be under that kind of scrutiny. Something like that would crush the average man.

Frey: Uh...excuse me? Have you ever heard of The Smoking Gun? At least you didn't have every tiny detail of your life paraded in front of the world and debated in the media. You didn't have everyone step away from you like you were walking asbestos. I was just minding my own business and my book got picked, and in a matter of months I went from media darling to national pariah...

Black Jeezy: (eyes burning, face fierce) ...y'all don't know my struggle. Y'all can't match my hustle. You can't catch my hustle. You can't fathom my love...



Frey: (brow crinkling) Wait a second. Aren't those the words to one of your songs? Even I don't quote myself.



Black Jeezy: (smiling) Yo...you know my shit?




Frey: Yeah. I wrote most of My Friend Leonard while listening to The College Dropout.



Black Jeezy: (grinning broadly) For real? Damn. Aw, man. Maybe I was being too hard on you. You have been through some shit.




Frey: It's been pretty rough.




Black Jeezy: Right, right. You know what? I got another crown of thorns in my car. Come out here with me. Umma give it to you. You earned that shit.

They head towards a very, very, very nice car.


Frey: Um. Wow. That's a pretty sweet vehicle. But I thought Jesus Walks.



Black Jeezy: Nah, kid. Jesus drives a Maybach. And actually, Jesus doesn't even get behind the wheel. I got somebody else to do that for me.


Black Jeezy signals to the driver. The trunk of the car pops open to reveal hundreds of crowns of thorns. Black Jeezy reaches in and hands one to Frey.


Frey: (astonished) Why so many?





Black Jeezy: (beaming) You know me. I never wear the same thing more than once.


...aaaaaaaaaaaaand SCENE.

Previously: The Lo Zone: Introducing...Improbable Friendships (Part 1)
posted by Lo @ 1:06 PM   0 comments
Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.: The Book Tour!!!
It's coming your way in the next two weeks, and it's going to be chock loads of fun for all. Silena Murrell (and possibly some of the other artists from the Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. soundtrack) will even be performing with me in select cities, so you've just gotta come out and hang!!!

Click here for the schedule: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. Tour Dates

posted by Lo @ 10:48 AM   5 comments
The Brokeback Effect, Part Colonic: Spread 'Em.
Will you be taking that ramming with or without KY?




Gay is The New Gay.



posted by Lo @ 9:51 AM   0 comments
Grey's Anatomy: Will Whore For Ratings
*Spoiler Alert for Grey's Anatomy. Bounce now if you TiVo'd the show but haven't watched it yet.*
...
...
...
...are you gone yet?

Okay, good.

So...the opening scene in last night's episode of the (up-to-this-point) fabulous series, Grey's Anatomy, was of Meredith, Izzie, and Cristina in a steamy lesbian-trifecta soapfest in the shower. And boy, if you didn't watch it, you should have seen how happy the girls looked in the midst of all that hot action.

Like they've been itching to do this to each other all season.

Look how ecstatic Sandra Oh is.

She's really doing those brand new Golden Globe and SAG awards she just got proud.

Turns out this pulled-outta-their-asses need for wet, upright, group coochie-bumping was a dream sequence, born in the mind of fellow intern George as he was sleeping.

Now I can understand the need to hang on to the strong male audience that tuned in for the Super Bowl, but this was ridiculous. Grey's has always been a sexy show, but it has never resorted to something as pathetic as girl-on-girl action with characters who have been presented to us as being (up-to-this-point) staunchly heterosexual. It was a cheap way to get guys to linger. Shame on ABC for that bullshit. Shame on the writers for thinking they had to stoop to that level. Shame on everybody, including the show's creator and showrunner, Shonda Rhimes. I'm a big fan of hers and of how she's made this an exceptional show with a diverse cast that's reflective of the real world, despite being a woman of color in a town that tends to pigeonhole both women and people of color. I know there's pressure in television for big ratings, and I know they threw the show a brontosaurus bone by having it, and not the Housewhores, immediately follow the game. But damn it sucks when an excellent show goes out like this.

You can tell by the look on Meredith's Ellen's Meredith's face that she realizes what's happening.

Yup girl...that eerie feeling you're having in the shower is your soul slipping out of your body. Good luck with that. Next time it'll be a bukkake scene with you on your knees in front of Alex, George, and some man on a gurney bloated beyond recognition who can still manage to get one mangled hand around his eager boner. It'll all be for the ratings, of course. And Dr. McDreamy will be standing in the background, watching it all.

Of course, you'll never get him then. Because once your man sees you go bukkake, he never goes back.

In fact, I've decided that Meredith is just moth-to-a-flame fatalistically stupid all around. Last night, out of nowhere, she stuck her hand inside a patient's thoracic abdominal whateverdafuck open chest cavity in order to keep a bomb (inside his body) from exploding, and that's the cliffhanger they've left us with until next week. I say blow that bitch outta there and rotate Sandra Oh front and center. Meredith is so wacky, neurotic, and downright retarded, it's no longer cute or fun. She makes Ally McBeal seem sane in comparison...

...and that was one nutty broad. I didn't think it could get much worse than her.

I guess I was wrong.

ABC.com: Grey's Anatomy
posted by Lo @ 9:28 AM   3 comments
The Lo Zone Is Proud To Present...Fuck It Mondays!!!
That's right, folks, I said it...Fuck It Mondays. Because Mondays already suck enough as it is. Isn't it about time it became a day we could look forward to instead?

To that end, I figured I'd do something nice today. Anyone who sends me an e-mail asking for one will get a free copy of the Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. soundtrack...

...featuring some of the hottest, smoothest sounds you've ever heard (thanks to super-duper producer Al "Butter" McLean of Cedar Park Entertainment putting it together for us). You can shake it to Silena Murrell's hot-to-death lead single, the banging, Scott Storch-produced I Like My Man Hard...

...and nod your head crazy to Bananas' 1 Bad Mother, among others, and between it all, be wowed by the vocal stylings of sexy, talented actor, Mel Jackson...

...as he reads excerpts from my new book, Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame....

...which just so happens to go perfectly with the cd, seeing as it was what inspired the soundtrack in the first place!!

And while you're at it, if you haven't already, why not check out the hella-cool film trailer my fabulous publisher, Amistad/HarperCollins, shot as a teaser for the book.


So go on...shoot me an e-mail, tell me where to send your soundtrack, and it will be on its way. Do it while supplies last.

C'mon folks, it's Monday. Fuck it. Let me do something for you FOR FREE that's bound to put a smile on your face.

It's all love, you know. I'm just trying to make y'all happy. 'Cause that's the kind of girl I am.

Amazon.com: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
MySpace.com: Silena Murrell
Cedar Park Entertainment
Previously: The Lo Zone: The "I Can Lie Just Like James Frey" Contest: Winner #3
Previously: The Lo Zone: The "I Can Lie Just Like James Frey" Contest: Winner #2
Previously: The Lo Zone: The "I Can Lie Just Like James Frey" Contest: Winner #1
Previously: The Lo Zone: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.: The Soundtrack, Part 2
Previously: The Lo Zone: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.: The Soundtrack
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   0 comments
Get Your Motor Running...
Friday, February 03, 2006
What the heck is going on in this household that they've got so many issues regarding fast driving and breaking the law in general?

Per TMZ.com:
The wife of rapper and actor DMX was ticketed for allegedly driving 106 mph on Interstate 684 in northern Westchester, State Police said.

Her husband was clocked at 104 mph in December 2004.

State Police said Tashera Simmons, 34, was stopped early Sunday morning in a 2000 Mercedes-Benz traveling north on I-684 in a 65-mph zone with four children who were not wearing seat belts.
She was driving that fast and the kids weren't in seatbelts? WTF?

I get the feeling that somehow, although I don't know how he wrangled it, our buddy...

...The Notorious P.R.I. is involved.

TMZ.com: Rapper's Wife Charged With Driving 106 Mph
Previously: The Lo Zone: To Live And Die In L.A., Part 2
posted by Lo @ 12:08 PM   0 comments
Introducing...Improbable Friendships (Part 1)
Whereupon we ponder with how-da-fuck awe the unusually matched friendships between high-profile people and speculate on what the hell they could possibly have to talk about.

In today's Page Six, under the heading Sightings, there's a report of someone seeing veteran newsman Dan Rather...


and rapper The Game ...

...sitting together in first class on a New York to L.A. flight, "chatting away like old friends."

Wonder how that conversation went...
Game: So I was like, "Yo, nigga, fuck that. I know my man Dan is cool. He wouldn'ta been caught up in no bullshit 'less he knew it went down for real."

Dan Rather: Why, thank you, The Game. Uh...is that...is that...is 'The Game' what you prefer being called, or should I drop the article and just, uh, call you 'Game'?

Game: What article? You wrote a article about me? What, it was sum'n bad, but now that you talkin' to me and you know I'm cool, you gon' drop it?

Dan Rather: No, no, no. I didn't write an article about you. I was talking about the article 'the.'



Game:
(stares blankly)


Dan Rather: (nervous) You know, like, um, uh, like a preposition or a conjunction. 'The' is an article, and I wasn't sure if you preferred the use of it or not when being addressed.


Game:
So you gon' mail it to me?



Dan Rather:
(confused) Mail what to you?



Game:
The article. You said you wasn't sure how I want the letter addressed.

Dan Rather: Nooooo, I didn't say anything about a letter. I meant the "The" in front of "Game." Should I keep the "The," or should I drop it altogether?

Game: (laughing) Nigga, you crazy!! You a funny muhfucka. All that time I been seein' you on tv since I was a kid, I'an know you had jokes. You alright, nigga!! (holds out fist to Dan for a pound)


Dan Rather: (blinking rapidly at both the N word and the extended fist)



Game:
Yo, nigga...gi' it to me!! (extends fist closer to Dan)


Dan Rather: (stares at the fist. bumps it with his own, front-to-front, like a battering ram, instead of on top. nervously awaits response. Game smiles. Dan breaks into a wide grin.)


Game:
That's what I'm sayin'!!


Dan Rather: What? What did you say? Did I miss something?



Game: (laughing) Nigga, you crazy!! You cool as hell. (leans in, whispering) Yo, you ever smoke dro'?



Dan Rather: (blinks rapidly)


Game pulls a packet of something from his pocket, glances around, then shows it to Rather. Dan---acutely aware of not just federal law regarding possible illegal substances, but also the need to tread lightly so as not to give the current administration an excuse to send his tried-to-take-Bush-down ass off to Gitmo---quickly stuffs the packet inside his jacket. A passing flight attendant notices the exchange and alerts the pilot. Hilarity ensues.

New York Post: Page Six: Sightings
posted by Lo @ 10:08 AM   6 comments
Best. Brokeback. Parody. Ever. So Far.
This video is the height of hilarity. It combines Brokeback Mountain and Back To The Future into a clever piece of footage called Brokeback To The Future. Lance, you're gonna laugh your ass off at this.

Once you click the link and get to Defamer's page, click the arrow in the middle of the video screen and the trailer will begin to play.


Enjoy!!!

posted by Lo @ 9:33 AM   3 comments
Time To Make The Wedgies.
I was pretty overwhelmed with work yesterday, so I didn't get to post as often as I like, and, as a result, I missed a few things. But I'm going to try to catch up on them now.

Like with this. What the hell is going on here?

And are those lowrider jeans she's wearing under her baby belly??!!?? Between the waistband of those jeans smashing her cat and the leotard giving her a most supreme camel-toe/wedgie, this girl's set pregnancy back at least half a century.

I hope she threw that leotard away after she took it off. Yechhh.

The Superficial.com: Katie Holmes is the queen of fashion
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   4 comments
Paramount Bought DreamWorks, But DreamWorks Has Made Paramount Its Ball-Gagged Bitch
Thursday, February 02, 2006
I know I'm a day late on this, but I just can't get over all the wholesale madness going on over at Paramount now that they've taken on DreamWorks. YOU try telling Spielberg his staff has to go because your studio already has their equivalent.

Exactly. So Paramount got a litte lotta wobbly-legged nutted up and is letting their own people go in order to make room for the DreamWorkers.

Per Defamer.com:
· The marketing department has been hit hard, and an operative expects it to get nasty in distribution.

· Everyone’s wondering about the fate of Grey’s first big Paramount hire, Gail Berman. She apparently emerged from a long closed-door meeting and sent her assistants home for the day, either a sign of the world’s greatest boss or the world’s greatest ex-boss. [Update to update: We hear the assistants are still at battle stations. Faulty intel or dedicated assistants? What’s going on over there?] Currently on the Gail Berman Rumored Replacement Tote Board are DreamWorks’ Jeffrey Katzenberg and Walter Parkes, or Universal’s Stacey Snider (a rumor everyone’s been hearing for at least a week).
I found the news about Gail Berman particularly sad. I thought it was such a coup when she was hired by Brad Grey to run Paramount after such a successful run over at Fox. It's been just shy of a year since she became president of the then-troubled studio, and now this.

I was once introduced to her by my good friend David Salzman as we waited for a pitch meeting we were about to have at Fox. She was incredibly nice and I was honored to meet her. She's made tremendous headway for women in this town.

But that's the way the cookie crumbles in the City Without A Heart. One minute you're running a network, the next minute you're running a studio, the next minute you're at home, wondering what your next move will be, thinking maybe you'll wait before buying that villa in Lake Como just yet. The beauty of it all, though, is this is the one place where failing up has become the norm. For every exec unceremoniously bounced out on their ear, there's a door opening across town, ready to welcome them in and appreciate their talents.

Update: Looks like she's safe. Thank goodness!!!

Defamer.com: Brad Grey Stands Behind His Gal Gail
Defamer.com: Black Wednesday: Paramount Layoffs Begin - Update
Variety.com: Jittery Juncture
posted by Lo @ 4:09 PM   3 comments
The Brokeback Effect, Part Pouf: Let's Be About It, But Don't Talk About It
While The Gay Onslaught is apparently in full effect, now that gay-themed movies and actors playing Gays are winning left and right, why aren't they mentioning what a big triumph it is for The Gays when they get the gold? It's not right, and dammit, The Gays don't like it.

Per the Gay City News:
“Brokeback Mountain” may be “the gay cowboy movie” in common parlance and its success is being touted as a breakthrough for gay themes, but the award-winning creators of the film made no reference to its subject matter or significance at the Golden Globes where it garnered four trophies—best dramatic film, Ang Lee for best director, Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana for best screenplay, and Gustavo Santaolalla for best song. The film did not win any acting awards.

In reviewing the Globes show, the Hollywood Reporter wrote, “There’s no requirement that an award winner mutter so much as a word about the message or theme of the movie. Still, it seemed strange that the winners for ‘Brokeback Mountain’ said nothing about the struggles of gay people or that Philip Seymour Hoffman omitted even the mere mention of Truman Capote, the character he played.” Hoffman won best actor in a drama for “Capote.”

[...]

Nevertheless, “Brokeback” is on track for Oscar gold. Stephen Spielberg is said to be upset that Universal is promoting Ang Lee’s film over his “Munich.” A source told the Drudge Report, “Gay romance is easier to sell to the Academy than a complex study of an Israeli assassin.” Tony Kushner, the Pulitzer Prize-winning out gay playwright, co-wrote the Globe-nominated screenplay for “Munich.”

Felicity Huffman, who won best dramatic actress for “Transamerica,” praised, “the men and women who brave ostracism, alienation, and a life lived on the margins to become who they really are,” but did not use the word “transgender” in reference to her character.
Hollywood, this is NOT acceptable!! The Gays will NOT let themselves be exploited like the next big fad. Either you're all in or all out (ouch!!)...capisce? There'll be no half-drag in the Land of the Rainbow.

The Gays are not going to be ignorrrrrrrred, Dan!!!

(Thanks to the Lo Zone reader who gave me the heads-up on this article. Good lookin' out!!)

Gay City News.com: Dominating Globes, “Brokeback” De-Gays
Previously: The Lo Zone: The Brokeback Effect, Part Bippity-boppity-boo: Bend Over.
Previously: The Lo Zone: The Brokeback Effect, Part Ickityboo: One Back Breaks While Another Refuses
Previously: The Lo Zone: The Brokeback Effect, Ad Absurdum: Let's All Just Turn Gay And Be Done With It.
Previously: The Lo Zone: My Technicolor Theory, Confirmed At Last
posted by Lo @ 12:25 PM   5 comments
Look Who's On (Yet) Another Cover
This time it's the Village Voice.

Yup, folks, this is the year of The Gays and Kanye (hey, that rhymes!!). Not that they're synonymous (although Kanye did, admirably, speak out against homophobia in hip-hop). Still, between Brokeback Mountain and Mr. West (wow, they both involve the "west" in some way!!), the two forces have dominated the media nonstop (not counting that James Frey bullshit). I imagine they will continue to make not just the media their bitch, but the Grammys and the Oscars, as well.

This blog post has been brought to you by fun with:

Any minute now, you'll be taken from behind.

and...

Have you played some Kanye today?

You'll be hard-pressed to hear me make any anti-Kanye statements, and it has nothing to do with the film option thing. I'm a genuine fan (and not in the groupie sense), and was one long before that deal went down. Kanye earned my respect the bonafide way: with legitimate, often astonishing talent. The fact that he dared to step out against homophobia and make comments about Bush, both of which could have severely damaged (if not ruin) his career, only endeared him to me more. So what, he big-ups himself a lot. The man does have something to shout about. He's got mad skills. And it's not like he's doing it at anyone else's expense. In an age where people often raise themselves up by tearing others down, he's chosen to not go that route. Perhaps almost dying in that car accident made him decide to never keep quiet about his gifts again. Whatever the reason, if it's not hurting anybody, I say do the damn thing.

Village Voice.com: The 32nd (or 33rd) annual pazz&jop critics' poll
Previously: The Lo Zone: Kanye West Is The New Visa
Previously: The Lo Zone: The Greatest What-The-Fuck Of All: My Balls Are More Galactic Than The Galactic Balls Of Black Jesus
Previously: The Lo Zone: Kanye West Has Galactic Balls
posted by Lo @ 10:38 AM   1 comments
Check Out The Really Cool Review For Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. In The Washington Post!!!
The wonderful review was in the past weekend's paper. Curiously, it was included as a part of the Mysteries round-up, but we don't care. The reviewer seemed to "get" exactly what we were trying to do with the story, all the way around:

[click image to enlarge]

Damn right them hackneyed sex scenes were written that way intentionally. I don't hackney stuff up just for shits and giggles, you know. Well...actually...that's exactly why I hackney things up.



What more could we ask for? Except for y'all to buy it!!!

Washington Post.com: Mysteries
Amazon.com: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
posted by Lo @ 9:41 AM   0 comments
Happy Groundhog Day, Bitches!!!
Here's hoping that hairy fucker, Punxsutawney Phil, doesn't see his shadow. Not that it'll matter that much to me in L.A., give or take a landslide or two, but I wouldn't wish a wicked winter on anyone, even though I would wish the brilliant allegorical movie, Groundhog Day (one of my favorite films ever)...

...on anyone who's never seen it, and everyone who ever has.

Of course, if you do find yourself trapped inside because of the weather, you can always read my wunnerful, wunnerful new book, Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.

It's the perfect cure for cabin fever. Oh, and it also cures male erectile dysfunction.* Just in case anyone out there was needing something like that.


*Some rubbing may be required.

The Internet Movie Database: Groundhog Day
Groundhog.org - the Official Site of the Punxsutawney Groundhog Club
Amazon.com: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   8 comments
Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.: Will Dance For Sales
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Okay, picture my book on the pole.

You know what pole I'm talking about.

Now, imagine Silena Murrell's I Like My Man Hard bumping in the background. (Trust me, the song bumps like crazy. Click this link and you can hear it for yourself. It'll start to play once you get to the page.)

Alright...my book is working the pole. Sliding up and down. Doing splits. Loop-de-loops. Uh-oh...now she's taking her jacket off!! Oh my!!! My book is NAKED ON THE POLE!!!

Now...

...start throwing dollars at it.


Amazon.com: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
MySpace.com: Silena Murrell
posted by Lo @ 12:57 PM   8 comments
A Million Little Fake-Outs
Seems like everyone's lying these days. It's hard to tell who's zoomin' who. There's book lies and publishing lies and lies told to lying writers and the publishers who enable the lies in order to get the lying liars to admit they lied.

"Justifiable lying." Is that the new truth?

The New York Observer reports that when publisher Nan Talese appeared on Oprah, she had no clue she was being brought there to be pelted with stones and have her face smeared with monkey feces confronted about the James Frey clusterfuck debacle.

Per the very detailed article:
“I was asked to go onto a program that was going to have James on it, and then I was going to be joined by Frank Rich and Richard Cohen to talk about ‘Truth in America.’ That was the program,” Ms. Talese said by phone this past weekend. As she was walking onto the set of the special live broadcast, however, she was informed that the theme of the show had been changed to something called “The James Frey Controversy.” Ms. Talese was surprised.

A spokesperson from Harpo Productions said that the company had no comment.

So yet another “truth”—this time from the jaws of Harpo itself—is called into question. Ms. Talese might never have agreed to appear on the show had she known Ms. Winfrey’s full intentions. The resulting televised spectacle was less a dissection of the lies that comprise modern American life and how they led to Mr. Frey’s fabrications, than an opportunity for Ms. Winfrey to vent her anger on Mr. Frey and Ms. Talese—in essence, on the entire book business.

Suddenly called upon to defend the troubled industry she’s worked in for decades, Ms. Talese faltered.
Damn. I think about all the ass-whoopings spankings I got as a kid when I had a tendency to stretch the truth. After tearing my ass up with the switch he'd sent me to hand pick chastising me, my daddy would sit me down and earnestly lecture me about the importance of telling the truth. "The Lord despises a liar, Lolita." That was one of his favorite phrases. So I learned to convert my lies into checks by writing books respect the importance of the word and how I wield it. But now the liars run everything, it seems. Lies beget money, fame, and power. (Respect is no longer a commodity, so it's apparently disposable.)

I wonder what my daddy would think of the world we live in now. I'll bet he'd make the whole lot of them go out and pick switches, thick ones, and then he'd, one by one, tear their lying asses into a million little pieces for real sit them all down and give them the lecturing of a lifetime.

New York Observer: Observatory: Freyed Tomato
posted by Lo @ 12:25 PM   3 comments
Why I Love Simon Cowell, Part 4
After they all take a pass on the Jodeci-singing chubster with a dream...

Simon says the following after the guy is barely out the door:

"It's just as well because we couldn't afford the food bill."

Fox.com: American Idol
Previously: The Lo Zone: Why I Love Simon Cowell, Part 3
Previously: The Lo Zone: Why I Love Simon Cowell, Part 2
Previously: The Lo Zone: Why I Love Simon Cowell, Part 1
posted by Lo @ 9:50 AM   3 comments
Meet The Real Penn And Shar


There is a maxim that every author of fiction eventually learns:

Write it and it will soon come to be.

It happens without fail. You think you've pulled some original, fantastical storyline out of your ass, and as soon as it's on the page and gone to press, your brilliant, ass-born fictional tale will materialize in a way you'll be sure not to miss.

What am I babbling about, you ask? Well, for those of you who've read my new, insanely entertaining book (hey, that's what one reader called it), Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame....

...you know about two of the main characters, Sharlyn Tate and Penn Hamilton. Sharlyn is a beautiful, high-profile African-American A-list celebrity. Penn, who is white, is a startlingly-beautiful writer/model/rapper with a genius-level IQ. Their color is not an issue, it's merely a physical descriptive. What's important about these people is their character and the content (or lack thereof) of their hearts. Penn has a penchant for the ladies, and he is DESPERATE to be famous, even to the point of using someone famous to climb his way to the top. Sharlyn's antsy for some action that will stimulate her creative juices. Interesting things begin to occur.

I didn't get a chance to post this on Tuesday, but I wanted to do so today before it got away from me. Yesterday's Page Six had the following (all emphasis in bold is mine):
THE women of South Beach have two words for Halle Berry: Watch out! Berry's new man, Versace model Gabriel Aubry, is so popular with the opposite sex, said our source, "he makes [Berry's ex] Eric Benet look tame." Benet is a self-confessed sex addict. While Berry went to pal Angela Bassett's baby shower last weekend, Aubry was in Miami where he drove his vintage Camaro convertible and "chased young women" around the clock. A source said, "He wants to be famous, and he will use Halle to get there. He has a place on the beach and he pretty much chases whatever is around."
Imagine the eye-poppery on my part when I read that.

Let's just hope Halle's new man isn't willing to go to the lengths our boy Penn did for his moment in the sun.


Although he does seem to have Penn's swagger.

Don't know what I'm talking about? Click HERE to buy my new book, and HERE to enter the contest to win the killer (heh-heh) soundtrack that goes with it.

Those of you who post comments, please, please don't write anything that will spoil the story for those who have yet to read the book.

Gracias, darlings. We want to always make sure we maintain the element of surprise for the readers who come to the story fresh.

New York Post: Page Six: He's A 24/7 Prowler
Amazon.com: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
posted by Lo @ 9:31 AM   7 comments
The "I Can Lie Just Like James Frey" Contest: Winner #3
Congratulations to another winner in our Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. soundtrack giveaway.


The soundtrack goes to Lo Zone reader Lance Powell for his TRUE STORY (seriously) that reads like it could be a James Frey Special, but it actually happened. What makes it extra poignant is that it is was of major significance to Lance: the day he met the late great Coretta Scott King:
I don't know if anyone has ever met Mrs. King before, but I was fortunate to do so "unexpectantly" in 1985, when I was a Valet Attendant for the Ritz-Carlton, Buckhead Hotel in Atlanta. It was a normal hot & muggy day at work when this shiny, burgandy Chrysler LeBaron pulled up under the hotel canopy. I went around the driver's side to open the door and lo & behold, she was driving and I was in "total"...I mean TOTAL shock!!!

Here's a woman, that in all my life, to that point, I've only seen her in newspapers, magazines and t.v. but to see her before me, the wife of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. The First Lady. The Queen. I was in just in awe...

She had a kind of regal radiance that as hot as it was, humidity and sweat, feared her. It was like, surreal. But I gather myself together and parked her car in our VIP section. It was only one moment, but I'll treasure it forever.
That story is both powerful and lovely at the same time. Enjoy your Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. cd, Lance. It's on the way!!!

Previously: The Lo Zone: The "I Can Lie Just Like James Frey" Contest: Winner #2
Previously: The Lo Zone: The "I Can Lie Just Like James Frey" Contest: Winner #1
Previously: The Lo Zone: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.: The Soundtrack, Part 2
Previously: The Lo Zone: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.: The Soundtrack
Amazon.com: Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   2 comments
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Name: Lolita Files

Home: Wonderland, Midwest Central, United States

About Me: I'm the author of six novels. My novella, "Three For The Road," included in the three-novella anthology, You Only Get Better, was published in March 2007.

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