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.
Thanks For The Mammaries Memories!!!!!
Friday, December 29, 2006
From your favorite tata-flashing cyber-host...

...HoZone...

...and the rest of the gang, including...

...LoZone...


...The Poopers, and...

Lolita Files' Press Photo

...Lo, er, me...

...thanks for making this a fast-moving, fabulous year of fun, fun, fun!!! Thanks to all the Lo Zoner regulars who keep it real---Juan G., LBoogie, Anonymous, Lance, Rich in the STL, Saadia, Anonymous, Melicious, Sheletha, Anonymous, CortneyGee, Matt, Anonymous, Lil' Pools, Denea and Indigo, Anonymous, Alex in the City, Shelia Goss, Dawnya, Anonymous, Willie D., The Man With Balls (who ARE you????), The Invisibles (y'all know who you are), and anyone and everyone else, if I failed to mention your name, please forgive...it's been a very busy past few weeks. Thanks for the love, the laughs, the honesty, and all the freakin' kumbaya we have on the regular up in this piece.

Let's rock it even harder in the '07!!!

How 'bout we take this thing out Jigga-style...

...'cause, well, I'm feelin' a little pimpy right now. What??? LADIES IS PIMPS TOO!!! So I'ma just pimp on into the sunset while I let my man show you how it's done. (*Warning*: N-word alert. Don't trip. It ain't like you ain't never heard it before. And if you seriously think you'll never hear it again...N!@@a please. But that's another conversation. We'll save that one for a post in the '07.)


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Happy New Year, y'all!!!!


posted by Lo @ 10:50 AM   8 comments
Best Of The Zone, Part 3.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Because end-of-the-year recaps are fun (and I'm too exhausted to write an original blog post), here's yet another post from The Lo Zone's first year. This one, which I wrote while on book tour, was one of my favorites.


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 @ 9:05 AM   9 comments
Best Of The Zone, Part 2.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
I was particularly fond of this piece, first published on January 23, 2006. This little fella ended up making several more cameos after being dubbed "The Notorious P.R.I.."

To Live And (Almost) Die In L.A.


In a classic case of "what the fuck happened here?" that should no longer surprise me (but still somehow does), I saw the following as I sat at a traffic light on Ventura Boulevard in Encino this past Friday afternoon.

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Just in case you still don't get the gist of this, here's another half-shot of the car:

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Yup, folks...them there's bulletholes. Seven, to be exact. We happened to have a camera in the car and commenced to snapping before the light changed and I had to pull off. Still, being the writer that I am---a fiction writer---ever since I drove away, I found myself pondering the possibilities of what must have happened.

Scenarios I've come up with so far:
1. A slaphappy environmentalist is driving on the 405 in his cute little Prius on his way to a Greenpeace meeting. He cuts off a rapper in a gas-guzzling H2. Said rapper is exhausted (and blazed) after an all-nighter in the studio and has no time for such fuckery. Chaos and bulletholes ensue...

2. A slaphappy PETA member is driving on the 134 in her cute little Prius on her way to work at NBC and cuts off a big-shot film director in a gas-guzzling Aston Martin. The director's date is wearing a mink. The slaphappy PETA member gives both the finger. The director's just been pulled off his current film for going way overbudget and has no time for such bird-flipping fuckery. Chaos and bulletholes ensue...

3. A grim-faced-but-environmentally-conscious Crip passes an equally grim-faced-but-environment- loving Blood on the 101. Both are in Priuses of the same color and, for a fleeting moment, realize they share a common bond. The bangers smile and nod at each other, then suddenly remember their respective roles, frown, and pull out matching weaponry. Chaos, bulletholes, and identical shot-up Priuses ensue...

4. An elderly woman is inside the bank where the car is parked and has no idea the cute little Prius her sitcom-starring son gave her has been randomly shot up by bored, rowdy rich kids during the ten minutes that have lapsed since she's been inside. Chaos and coronaries ensue...

5. The world's most aggressive team of repo men attempt to recover the car from the sitcom-starring son after his show is abruptly cancelled. Chaos and lies to his elderly mother about his new job (moonlighting in soft porn) ensue...

6. The car, purchased at a police auction, is spotted by its former owner (an egomaniacal studio exec arrested for soliciting sex from minors on the internet) moments after he's just been released from jail. Chaos and recidivism ensue...
Help me out here, people. I could do this all day.

posted by Lo @ 10:11 AM   16 comments
Best Of The Zone, Part 1.
I figured since The Lo Zone is officially a year old this month, we could have some fun by doing a flashback of some past blog posts. Might as well start with a bang. This first appeared on February 3, 2006:

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 @ 9:05 AM   3 comments
Now Ain't This A B*tch?
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Say it loud, "I'm black and I'm...too proud to work for your black ass."

As more blacks move up the economic ladder, one fixture — some would say necessity — of the upper-middle-class income bracket often eludes them. Like hailing a cab in Midtown Manhattan, searching for a nanny can be an exasperating, humiliating exercise for many blacks, the kind of ordeal that makes them wonder aloud what year it is.

“We’ve attained whatever level society says is successful, we’re included at work, but when we need the support for our children and we can afford it, why do we get treated this way?” asked Tanisha Jackson, an African-American mother of three in a Washington suburb, who searched on and off for five years before hiring a nanny. “It’s a slap in the face.”

Numerous black parents successfully employ nannies, and many sitters say they pay no regard to race. But interviews with dozens of nannies and agencies that employ them in Atlanta, Chicago, New York and Houston turned up many nannies — often of African-American or Caribbean descent themselves — who avoid working for families of those backgrounds. Their reasons included accusations of low pay and extra work, fears that employers would look down at them, and suspicion that any neighborhood inhabited by blacks had to be unsafe.

The result is that many black parents do not have the same child care options as their colleagues and neighbors. They must settle for illegal immigrants or non-English speakers instead of more experienced or credentialed nannies, rely on day care or scale back their professional aspirations to spend more time at home.
Damn. Now that's some shit fo' ya.

Whatever happened to the good ol' days when black folks could hire black help like Florence?

Sure, she was liable to shoot off at the mouth and had a bit of an attitude, but at least she showed up for work every day and didn't seem to mind that her bosses were black like her.

Or maybe she was just a TV myth. Maybe she had all that attitude because she was pissed about having to work for other blacks.

NYTimes.com: Nanny Hunt Can Be a ‘Slap in the Face’ for Blacks
posted by Lo @ 11:50 AM   5 comments
In The War Against Common Sense...Man, 0: Satnav, 1
In an age of laziness, where we'd prefer to let someone (or something) else be in charge, it seems technology is having the last laugh...

Drivers obeying directions given by a sultry satnav [satellite navigation] voice have crashed into rivers, construction sites and roadside toilets in Germany, and had similar accidents in Britain.

"It's hard to understand how these things can happen," said Maximilian Maurer, spokesman for the German motoring club ADAC.

"It's not as if people are driving in a tank with only a small slit to see out. You'd think they have their own eyes and brains engaged to make decisions and not rely on the satnav. I used to think satnavs were 'idiot-proof', but perhaps not."

In October a 53-year-old German, obeying his satnav's command "Turn right now!" jerked the wheel over and crashed into a roadside toilet hut 30 metres (yards) before the crossing he was meant to take, causing 2,000 euros ($2,600) damage.

A few weeks earlier, an 80-year-old motorist also followed his satnav instead of common sense and ignored a "closed for construction" sign on a Hamburg motorway. He hit a pile of sand at high speed but was not hurt.

"I just thought the navigation system knew a shortcut," Volker Heinemann was quoted as telling a local newspaper. His car had to be towed away.

[...]

An ambulance driver with a faulty satnav drove more than 600 km while transferring a patient from one hospital in Ilford east of London to another in Brentwood -- 13 km away. He was near Manchester, northern England, before realizing his error.

Experts say that as cars get smarter, some people seem to get dumber, and the problem increases as more vehicles are equipped with the devices.

[...]

Joachim Siedler, spokesman for market leader Blaupunkt, said it was absurd to blame the gadgets for human errors and noted motorists are clearly warned the devices are there to help, not to take decisions.

"If a traffic light is red it's obvious you have to stop even if the satnav says 'drive straight on'," he said. "People who drive into rivers and then blame their satnav are just too humiliated to accept blame themselves."

How many of us will admit to doing this? Do you turn your brain off when you're behind the wheel and let "the voice" guide the way?

Wish I could program one to find the best fried chicken joints in whatever area I happen to be passing through. A satnav like that would be worth its weight in gold.

Reuters: Motorists switch satnav on, brain off
posted by Lo @ 10:36 AM   3 comments
R.I.P. James Brown.
This man's music was a major part of my childhood...


...sparked a fire in my five-year-old spirit and unleashed a sense of cultural pride that made me proud to rock my afros and braids and raise my little fist in the air and shout, "Ungawa!!!" (even though I had no clue about exactly what it meant). He didn't just create music, he helped spur on an entire movement, giving black folks the ultimate mantra of self-worth.

Seems like all the giants of my youth are dying off, but the legacies they leave behind have made us the people we are today. The Godfather of Soul inspired us all.

He is one of music's greatest icons.


America wouldn't have been America without James Brown.


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AP: 'Godfather of Soul' James Brown dies
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   7 comments
Meet Dumb's Dumber.
Friday, December 22, 2006
This loon didn't just drink the Kool-Aid, she's stirring the pitcher, helping them make more:


Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice told The Associated Press on Thursday that Iraq is "worth the investment" in American lives and dollars and said the U.S. can still win a conflict that has been more difficult than she expected.

In an interview at the State Department, the nation's highest-ranking black government official also said the United States is ready to elect a black president.

Rice was asked whether an additional $100 billion the Pentagon wants for the Iraq and Afghan wars might amount to throwing good money after bad in Iraq. President Bush and Congress have already provided more than $500 billion for the two conflicts and worldwide efforts against terrorism, including more than $350 billion for Iraq.

"I don't think it's a matter of money," Rice said. "Along the way there have been plenty of markers that show that this is a country that is worth the investment, because once it emerges as a country that is a stabilizing factor you will have a very different kind of Middle East."

This is just pathetic. The tragedy is that you just know she believes every word she's saying and everything he tells her.

Sheesh. What a maroon.

posted by Lo @ 11:37 AM   0 comments
People Who Should Have Been Neutered At Birth, Part 1.
This man...

...(allegedly) killed his 3-year old son...

...as a result of extraordinarily cruel measures in an attempt to make him learn.
An Alameda County jury today convicted an Oakland man of assault causing death and child abuse in connection with the 2003 death of his 3-year-old son, but have not yet reached a verdict on a charge of murder.

The panel convicted Chazarus Hill Sr., 27, of assaulting and abusing Chazarus "Cha Cha" Hill by repeatedly used a belt, his fists and switches whenever the boy wet the bed or misidentified numbers and letters on flash cards.

[...]

During closing arguments Monday, [Deputy District Attorney Darryl] Stallworth whipped the air with a switch and slapped his own palm with a belt as he described how Hill allegedly beat his son during the last month of his life.

Instead of putting the 40-pound toddler to bed at night, "the defendant put him in a casket," Stallworth told jurors, urging them to return a verdict of first-degree murder.

The boy died Sept. 20, 2003, of multiple injuries, including a blood clot in the brain.

[...]

The defense attorney questioned whether some of the injuries could have been inflicted by Kymberly Ford, Cha Cha's stepmother, when Ford was alone with the boy.

Ford, who also testified in the trial, was released from prison more than a month ago after serving part of a four-year sentence on a child-abuse charge for allowing the assaults to occur.

I'll never understand people who beat an education into their children. Don't they understand the negative association the child will have with the learning experience? It'll always be something they associate with pain and torment. The good thing about all this is that people who harm children are the most loathed in prison. This cat should expect a royal welcome by The Sisters the moment he hits Gen Pop.

On another note, and I don't mean this in an insensitive way, is 40 pounds the standard weight for a three-year old? It seems a little heavy. I'm not sure, so I figured I'd ask.


SFGate.com: Oakland man convicted in 3-year-old son's death
Jury undecided on murder charge
posted by Lo @ 10:11 AM   6 comments
Selective Morality Is The New Black (Or, "I Was A Teenage Ho, But I'm Clean Now").
Talk about sending mixed messages. The Donald lets one skank keep her title...

...yet fires another for doing basically the same thing.

Miss Nevada USA was stripped of her title Thursday after racy photos of her appeared on the Internet, pageant officials said.

Some of the photos show Katie Rees, 22, kissing other young women, exposing one of her breasts and pulling down her pants to show her thong underwear at a party in Tampa, Fla.

"Katie Rees has been relieved of her duties as Miss Nevada USA 2007," said Paula M. Shugart, president of the Miss Universe Organization, which owns the Miss USA pageant and others.

Rees' dismissal comes two days after Miss USA Tara Conner was allowed to keep her tiara when she admitted underage drinking at New York bars and agreed to go into rehab and undergo drug testing.

Both titleholders were some nasty-ass skanks, but unfortunately for Miss Nevada, she was silly enough to have pictures floating about. To wit (that's her in the red):

Lovely, no?

So wholesome and All-American.

Her parents must be bursting with pride.

"Katie wants the public to know she was 17 and had a lapse in judgment. This was an isolated incident that occurred more than five years ago when she was a minor."

The above photos don't look isolated to me. In fact, she seems to be the most aggressive in the bunch, which leads me to believe she's quite comfortable with what she's doing.

I guess Trump can handle knowing these girls are buckwild as long as he doesn't have to see it. Too late. TMZ.com has more pics HERE.

New York Daily News - Breaking News - Miss Nevada USA fired over naughty Internet pictures
TMZ.com: Naughty Miss Nevada Stripped of Her Title
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   7 comments
Life Is Like A Box Of Bullets.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Stories like this always astonish me.

A makeup artist nominated for an Oscar for her work in "Forrest Gump" shot her husband and killed herself in their home, authorities said Wednesday.

Hallie D'Amore, 64, and her 65-year-old photographer husband, Richard, were found dead Friday by co-workers who were concerned when she failed to show up for work, police Detective Mike DePasquale said.

There was no sign of a struggle or forced entry, and a gun was found, authorities said. The Los Angeles County coroner's office has ruled the deaths a murder-suicide.

[...]

"They'd been having marital problems," he said. "That's what the neighbors and family were telling us - and maybe monetary problems that created stress."

The couple recently celebrated their 22nd anniversary.

This kind of thing seems like it's becoming more and more common. I'll never understand the person that takes you out and then takes him/herself out right behind you. What is that, anyway? Some twisted game of "first one to the other side wins"?

And she did this after 22 years of marriage. You'd think they'd have worked the kinks out after all that time. I guess this was unkinkable, so she worked it out herself.


AP (via Miami Herald.com): Oscar nominee shoots husband, self
posted by Lo @ 11:48 AM   5 comments
The Definition Of An Ignoramus.
A dangerous ignoramus, at that.


So he's determined to be a Lone Ranger on this, no matter how much he's advised to the contrary. And apparently, no one's able to stop him.

Maybe he's not the ignoramus, after all. Maybe we are for continuing to let this go on. The people have forgotten how to force accountability from our leaders. We do have the power. "Watergate," anybody?

posted by Lo @ 10:37 AM   8 comments
Behold, A Child Reptile Shall Be Born.
Hail Flora, full of lizards?

Scientists report of two cases where female Komodo dragons have produced offspring without male contact.

Tests revealed their eggs had developed without being fertilised by sperm - a process called parthenogenesis, the team wrote in the journal Nature.

One of the reptiles, Flora, a resident of Chester Zoo in the UK, is awaiting her clutch of eight eggs to hatch, with a due-date estimated around Christmas.

Hmmm. Immaculate conception. Due date is Christmas.

If three wise men show up, I'm gonna start to get realllllll suspicious.

And scared.


BBC News: 'Virgin births' for giant lizards
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   11 comments
Do Ask, Do Tell.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Fellas...or ladies (if you be so inclined)...if one of your ex-girlfriends that you were still on good terms with asked you for an honest assessment of what her peeper looked like, would you tell her?

Being friends with your exes is generally not encouraged, but it can result in worthy elucidations of your character. Or your genitals.

I need you to tell me what my vagina looks like,” I instant message my most significant and trusted ex-boyfriend.

His reply blinks on my screen a few seconds later: “Uhhh . . . like a beautiful flower?

“Less gay,” I implore.

“A carburetor,” he deadpans, doubtlessly tittering over the slope of whichever bong is obscuring his computer screen.

And then he adds:

If this is about, ‘Do I need a labiaplasty?’ . . . the answer is no.

This exchange doesn’t say anything about my ex-boyfriend’s extra-sensory awareness of what I happen to be researching at any given time for any given story. No, it underscores the fact that suddenly—very suddenly—labiaplasty and other so-called “vaginal rejuvenation” surgeries have shown up on the list of Things People Actually Do.

Yup. And women are doing it with greater frequency than you might think. As the demand for revitalized snappers goes up, so does the incidence of specialists who can help give you one.

Take this guy, for instance.

His name is Red M. Alinsod, M.D., FACOG, FACS, ACGE (<==lotta credentials there, Red). And if your cooter's tor' up from the floor up, he'll happily help you fix it. Isn't that nice of him? Here's what he'll do:
First, the labiaplasty.

Labiaplasty recontours mostly the labia minora, the smaller lips, to make the vagina more appealing in the way it looks and more comfortable in its function,” he explains. “It also encompasses the surgery for the labia majora, the larger lips. That surgery is done when the lady has excess skin, or baggy or loose skin of the labia majora, and it is unappealing to the lady.”

Next, the vaginoplasty.

Vaginoplasty narrows the diameter of the vagina and reconstructs the floor of the vagina,” says Dr. Alinsod, “so that a wide-open vagina can become tighter and create more friction for a woman when she’s having sexual relations. Vaginoplasty is a modification of a standard gynecological surgery called a posterior repair, which is a surgery to fix a defect in the floor of the vagina from a bulge, usually from the rectum, which is like a hernia in the vagina.”

There you have it. You can trade those elephant ears you've got for cooter lips for something less flappy, and you can get your tunnel tightened, to boot. Old peepers can become new peepers. Even grannies can get all brand-new.

Click HERE if you want to see some BEFORE AND AFTER pics of new peeps.

What a country!!! What a world!!!

Orange County Weekly: Yes, Vagina, There is a Santa Claus
posted by Lo @ 11:33 AM   9 comments
When Was The Last Time You Got "Crossed"?
Or were you a "crosser"?

Last night, I was reading a piece in LA Weekly by a 6'2 black man named Art Nixon. He was musing on the various experiences he's had while walking through his peaceful neighborhood in Los Feliz. A common refrain seemed to resonate. I'm going to excerpt part of it here. Does any of this feel familiar to you?
White people — old, young, middle aged, even teenagers — would cross the street when they saw me strolling in their direction. Even white men who seemed to be in their 20s would, more often than not, cross the street when I approached. Soon, even at a distance, I started to be able to sense when they, particularly the women, were preparing to cross the street as I drew near: First comes the sudden interest in where their wallets are. Then comes the pat down — is it in the purse; is it in the back pockets, or is it the jacket pocket? What a relief... it’s in the purse... perhaps the purse would be more snatch-proof if the strap were looped over the head and worn in the style of the old pony express mail carriers, from one shoulder and across the body.

I’ve seen these women do double takes when they look up to see that I’ve beaten them to the punch and crossed the street first.

One day after emerging from the subway at Vermont and Sunset, instead of hopping onto the shuttle bus I decided to walk up the hill to Los Feliz Boulevard. I eventually settled into a floating, meditative zone in which I was able to observe the world in what I felt was an honest way. I noticed a young woman who, at first glance, appeared very trendy with her crimson hair and black leather ensemble. She looked up from the bus bench, saw me and, in one smooth effort, quickly drew her two colorful, expensive-looking shopping bags closer to her as I passed by. As an afterthought, I did something I rarely do — I looked back at her and caught her glaring after me. That’s when it became clear: This 20-something woman actually knew that I would no sooner snatch her bags than I would apologize to her for the fact that I was wearing a suit and tie and not pushing a shopping cart filled with all my worldly belongings. But I got what she was doing.

It’s this: In today’s P.C. world, even the most intractable haters wouldn’t dream of calling me a nigger aloud (except, maybe, the indomitable Mr. Richards, who apparently does dream, and in color to boot). These days, the more sophisticated way to get the N word across loud and clear is to simply act it out. That’s what this woman’s intense stare was about while she gathered her bags close to her. It wasn’t fear at all. It was more like, “There, I still get to let you know what I think of you.” Now, another question presented itself. If the folks in this neighborhood weren’t frightened that I was going to rob them, molest them, say something weird or even make eye contact with them, then what was really taking place?

The answer was obvious, but shrouded by the hip accouterments of the supposedly liberal, urban sophisticate of the independent bookstores, book signings, cineastes’ queues, Mini Coopers, coffeehouses, biscottis, delicate tattoos, pierced bellies, yoga, Pilates and, of course, political correctness across the board. In spite of all this, when these folks cross the street to avoid me on the residential byways of Los Feliz, it registers as a silent scream of “Oh my God... nigger.” For some it may be almost instinctual, even mean. For most, crossing the street is probably nothing personal, just a wistful nod toward a collective memory when life was so much safer and simpler.

Been there, felt that? Been there, done that? Ever been on the receiving end of the paranoid, condescending street-cross? Ever cross the street when you saw a black man (or woman) coming your way? Ever have someone opt to not get on the elevator with you? Ever not get on the elevator because there was something black waiting inside?

We all know we know this drill.

LA Weekly: Black Man Walking
posted by Lo @ 10:15 AM   19 comments
And On The Eighth Day...
...He made a tranny?

A transgendered woman who was told to use the men's room at Loehmann's has filed a complaint alleging discrimination by the discount retail chain.

Jane Galla, who describes herself as a regular Loehmann's shopper, says in a complaint filed Dec. 1 with the city Commission on Human Rights and announced yesterday that she was denied access to the Chelsea store's fitting rooms and rest rooms.

"I felt humiliated when I was publicly told to use the men's fitting room" in April, the woman said through a statement from the Transgender Legal Defense and Education Fund. "I've been living as a woman for 3-1/2 years and can no longer use a men's fitting room."

A commission official noted the city's human rights law was amended in 2002 to cover individuals in a "gender identity class" but had no comment on the complaint.

I wonder if they figured men would be more welcoming seeing what appeared to be a woman among them than women would be by what appeared to be a man.

Heck, these days you can't really tell who's what anymore, so what's the big deal.

New York Daily News: Tranny sues Loehmann's for bias
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   16 comments
Why Won't Men Report Being Raped?
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Is it their egos? A manhood issue?

A rapist who preys on young men has struck five times in the Houston area since mid-September, and police said Monday there may be even more victims, but they are too ashamed to come forward.

The rapist typically stalks, robs and sexually assaults his victims at gunpoint, apparently choosing them at random and attacking them near or inside their homes, police said. The most recent attack was Nov. 30.

"I wish we had a link between the victims, because we might have a better chance of catching him," said Lt. Richard Whitaker of the police department in Baytown, where two of the attacks took place. "We don't have any affirmative links at all."

He said some victims may be reluctant to come forward because of their ages and "a pride thing" that makes men more reluctant to acknowledge being the victim of a sex crime.

Investigators believe that rape is the motive, even though some victims were robbed. DNA testing is under way in an effort to identify the attacker.

In some cases, the attacker approached his victim outside their home. Other times, he broke into the home.

What happens to a man when he keeps this kind of violation to himself? Is it life-changing, or are men socialized to just keep rolling as though it never happened?

reviewjournal.com: Rapist Preys on Men in Houston Area
posted by Lo @ 12:28 PM   13 comments
The Worst Of Both Worlds.
Neither of these is a desirable way to go, but to get them both at once?

A small airplane apparently took a nose-dive into a tank of raw sewage near Gilroy on Monday afternoon.

Gilroy police Sgt. Kurt Svardal said authorities have no idea where the plane was from or where it was going. The aircraft came pretty much straight down into a holding tank filled with raw sewage at a sewage treatment facility. It was too dangerous for even a dive team to go into the water and check for bodies or the tail number of the plane, which would indicate who owned it and where it was from.

Planes already make me nervous and I'm a bit of a germophobe. I can't even fathom a scenario like this.

SFGate.com: Small plane crashes into sewage tank
posted by Lo @ 11:39 AM   7 comments
Either Castro Is Immortal...
...or he's dead and has world's best spin machine.

Cuban officials told a group of visiting US legislators that Fidel Castro does not have cancer or a terminal illness.

It was the most comprehensive denial yet of rampant rumors about the ailing leader's health, the head of the US delegation said yesterday.

Representative Jeff Flake, a Republican from Arizona, said Cuban officials did not provide further details on the 80-year-old leader's health, but they did say that he would eventually return to public life.

"All the officials have told us that his illness is not cancer, nor is it terminal, and he will be back," Flake said in a telephone interview.

Castro's medical condition has been a state secret since he had surgery for intestinal bleeding in late July and temporarily ceded power to his younger brother Raúl Castro. He has not been seen publicly since July 26.

Ten-to-one Castro's been dead since July 27th and they're just keeping up the ruse. Ol' boy is probably compost at this point, but his people could easily keep this act going for at least another year.

Castro's illness not terminal, Cuban officials tell US delegates
posted by Lo @ 10:11 AM   8 comments
Officer, This Is An Outrage!!!
Guess customer service in the 'hood ain't as quality as it used to be.

A North Carolina woman was arrested after complaining to a police officer that the crack cocaine she had just purchased wasn't very good, authorities said.

Eloise D. Reaves, 50, approached the Putnam County sheriff's deputy at a convenience store Friday, telling him that another man had sold her "bad crack" that contained wax and cocaine.

She pulled an alleged crack rock out of her mouth and placed it on the deputy's car for inspection, the Palatka Daily News reported for Tuesday editions.

The deputy told Reaves that she would be arrested if the crack tested positive for cocaine.

She was charged with possession of cocaine and bonded out for $1,504.

Heck, sometimes you just gotta ask the law for assistance, especially when you feel like you've been taken, but maybe this woman should have thought about it first. I guess when you've got an addiction like crack, all that matters is getting your hands on it. Anything that gets in the way of that is simply unacceptable.

The Dallas Morning News: Woman tells cop she bought 'bad crack'
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   7 comments
For The (Nasty) R&B Lover In You.
Monday, December 18, 2006
In case you didn't catch it, Justin Timberlake was the host of Saturday Night Live this past weekend.

The best bit of the entire night was a video spoof he did with SNL regular Andy Samberg (of the brilliant, now-legendary video spoof "Lazy Sunday"). Shamelessly entitled "Dick in a Box," their video was a paean to those scandalous R&B love songs with lyrics and subject matter that we all know are a wee bit (or way) nasty, but have grooves so irresistible, you can't help but flow with the music and sing along (think damn near every R. Kelly ballad from the past fourteen years, e.g., "Bump 'n' Grind" and "Feelin' On Yo Booty," or that masterpiece of vulgarity, Biggie's "F*ck You Tonight").

This thing is hysterical. An instant classic. Halfway in, you'll be singing the words. Trust me. Enjoy!!!


[click "play" (the arrow button) to watch]


Previously: The Lo Zone: Pass The Chronic(les)
posted by Lo @ 11:46 AM   9 comments
Corn Shmorn.
Who cares about that yellow stuff on the cob? There's a new king of crops in town.

For years, activists in the marijuana legalization movement have claimed that cannabis is America's biggest cash crop. Now they're citing government statistics to prove it.

A report to be released Monday by a marijuana public policy analyst contends that the market value of pot produced in the United States exceeds $35 billion -- far more than the crop value of such heartland staples as corn, soybeans and hay.

California is responsible for more than one-third of the cannabis harvest, with an estimated production of $13.8 billion that exceeds the value of the state's grapes, vegetables and hay combined -- and marijuana is the top cash crop in a dozen states, the report states.

The report estimates that marijuana production has increased tenfold in the past quarter-century despite an anti-drug effort by law enforcement.

Further proof of the saying, "what you resist, persists."

The "war on drugs" has succeeded alright. It's made pot as common as air.


LATimes.com: Cash value of pot crops is highlighted in report
posted by Lo @ 10:37 AM   2 comments
What I Don't Know About My Family Could Fill The Grand Canyon (Part 1).
I just learned about this place yesterday.

First of all, let me, for the record, make something clear. As many of you know, I wrote a book called Child of God...

...that was very well-received and has also been optioned for film by hip-hop star, Kanye West. The storyline, which spans several generations, includes everything from prostitution, heroin addiction, Shakespeare's Hamlet, rape, violent drug lords, homosexuality, the Vietnam War, murder, voodoo, rural Tennessee, and 60's era Detroit.

One of the most predominant themes, however, is incest. Because that was a part of the storyline, many people have wondered whether the incest aspect was autobiographical. The answer is NO. I read lots of Greek literature and mythology as a child, and anyone who's ever read the Greeks knows that their stories are rife with incest. I wanted to write something that was a nod to those stories and my favorite writers (Shakespeare, Toni Morrison, Zora Neale Hurston, the Russians, and the Greeks). Apparently, however, incest occurs a lot more than I imagined, because since the publication of the book, several people have thanked me for telling "their story".

That said, I've now cleared the air regarding my family. Back to this place:

What I'm about to discuss now is from a genealogical standpoint. My parents grew up in a town in rural Mississippi, deep in The Delta.

My father, the late Arthur James Files, Sr., had A LOT of siblings (I've never been straight on the real number, having heard everything from 17 to 21). Naturally, I don't know them all, nor their offspring, and they are spread all over the place. My mother, Lillie Belle Files, who was born in Alabama and moved to Mississippi when she was eight, has 6 siblings (one of whom is deceased), and I know her side of the family much better because it's more manageable in size. I also know her lineage better. Her father, the late Roosevelt Brackett, was a half-Choctaw, half-Irish man who was 17 years older than my grandmother when he married her (my grandmother used to stay with his first wife when my grandfather, who was a chauffeur when he lived in Alabama, would have to travel). Throughout my life, I've heard my mother mention that she was born in York, Alabama, so yesterday, while on the phone with her, I asked her about the place. She replied:
"Well, actually, I wasn't born in York. It was Butler, Alabama. Well, it wasn't really Butler, either. It was Oakchia, Alabama, but Charles (one of her brothers) says he can't find Oakchia anymore."
Huh? Okay. I was holding my laptop as I talked to her (natch), and, being the Google whore queen that I am, asked her to spell the name of the town for me ("O-A-K-C-H-I-A," pronounced "OAK-chi," last syllable rhymes with "eye"), and I commenced to searching. 664 items came up, but it was the eighth item on the first page that gave me everything I needed, which was both eye-opening and alarming. It was an article called Return To Oakchia. I began to silently read, then shrieked...
"Ma, Oakchia was not a town!! It was a plantation!! You were born on a plantation????!!!!"
...to which she gleefully cried...

"Yes!!!!"

...and it was though I had uttered some esoteric password, because she began to babble endlessly, parroting the very things I was silently reading in the article, down to the most obscure names. I let her talk first, then read the article aloud to her, alarmed at her absolute recall. This was stuff I'd never heard anything about. Turns out she and four of her siblings were born on this plantation, and this plantation was home to my mother from her birth in 1939 until her family moved to Mississippi when she was eight. Her father drove for the master of this house, a Mr. Green Berry Chaney Evington. I kept reading, and noticed that Green Berry Evington's wife was named Lillie Bell. I scream, "Ma, his wife has the same name as you!!!" My mom says, "I was named after her. She delivered me. She was a midwife." I then ask, "So grandma decided to name you after her because she delivered you?" and my mom replies, "No. Mrs. Evington named me herself." "Was grandma cool with this?" I stupidly ask. "What could she do?" my mom replied. "Mrs. Evington was white. We worked for them and lived on their property. She could name me what she wanted."

Wow.

This stuff is like The Sound and The Fury meets Gone With the Wind. Here's an excerpt from the article:
EVINGTONS OF OAKCHIA

The Evingtons had ten children, with three sons to die at an early age.

1. Stella, who was Stella Blanche Plattor and served as Post Master at Oakchia in 1898, but by the time her mother's will was probated in 1900, she was married to Ed Kelly and lived at Mount Sterling. 2. Eugenia A.; 3. Minnie T., who died at age 28; 4. Nettie Mohr, who married Charles A. Batton and was Postmaster at Oakchia in 1901; 5. Marvin, who was mentally handicapped; 6. Green Berry Chaney Evington, who married Lillie Bell Lindsey; 7. Carrie H.; 8. W.H. Evington, Jr. who lived a year and three months; 9. W. H. Evington, 2nd, who lived three years and 10. John Kendall Evington, who lived only seven months,

After his two daughters, William H. Evington served as Postmaster from 1901 through 1913. His son Green B.C. Evington held that job from 1917 until 1928. when the mail was re-routed to Edna. The old wooden store/post office building still stands behind the house at Oakchia, which was built to face the river. W. H. Evington served in the Alabama State Senate representing that area from 1884 to 1887.

THIRD GENERATION OWNERS OF OAKCHIA

Green Berry Chaney Evington and Lillie Lindsey Evington's daughters Coralie Bell and Kathleen grew up in the isolated area of Oakchia. Times were changing and young people craved excitment and companionship, not isolation. Coralie married Robert Seale Eddins and Kathleen married A. B. Stutts. After inheriting Oakchia, the Stutts sold the house and built a modern brick home in York, notable for its decorative wrought iron grill work. The old home had stayed in the family for four generations.

Resting in peace in the small family cemetery a few hundred yards from the house are Caroline and William H. Evington, the three youngest sons, daughter Minnie T. Evington and her sisters Eugenia and Carrie and brother Marvin, the last three with no grave markers. Probably other family members and slaves lie there also without headstones. There is an Oakchia African-American cemetery "deep in the woods" in a different place, land purchased in 1898.
My maternal grandfather was the one who drove the above-mentioned Evington daughters, Coralie and Kathleen, on trips during those changing times when the girls "craved excitement and companionship" outside of the isolated plantation. Those were the times when my young grandmother would stay with his then-wife and keep her company (this was long before my mother was born). I asked my mom what happened to her father's first wife. My mom said he divorced her. I asked why and she said, "I don't know. I heard she was a 'rough' woman." I asked her what 'rough' meant. "I think it means she was a loose woman," she said. Oh.*

I haven't been able to stop staring at this house.

It's like finding out you've got a long-lost brother, sister, mother, father...something...that you had no idea even existed. Something about it has shifted my universe, although I can't exactly pinpoint how. I just feel something's...different. Maybe because I feel so blindsided by it all. My mom was born on a plantation? A white midwife forced her name upon her? At some point during my childhood, my mother added an "e" to end of her middle name to make it more sophisticated, but that doesn't take away the fact that her name was not of her family's selection, even though I can't imagine my mom having any name other than Lillie Belle (my dad always called her "Belle").

Oakchia is now a hunting lodge.

There's some irony in that somewhere. I just haven't figured it out yet.


*This is the same woman who once told me that my alarmingly well-read grandfather, in a fit of strictness, called her a 'strumpet' as she was about to go out on a date when she was a teenager. "What is a strumpet anyway?" she asked me. I could barely keep a straight face as I explained to her that it was an Elizabethan term for 'whore.' With a family like this, what else could I be but a writer (or a strumpet)?


From the web: Return To Oakchia
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   16 comments
Friday Flashback.
Friday, December 15, 2006
I've loved this man for a long time. A really long time. Ever since his first album, For You...

...debuted in 1978.

Today's video is a two-fer from his sophomore effort, the instantly classic, eponymously-titled, Prince.

Here he is in 1980 on American Bandstand, singing "I Wanna Be Your Lover" and "Why You Wanna Treat Me So Bad." Check out Andre Cymone---who went on to produce mega-hits (and a child) with 80's superstar Jody Watley---and Dez Dickerson (!!!), whose stance is curiously, freakishly wide-legged as he performs. I won't comment on the interview Prince has with Dick Clark. I'll leave that to you guys. I'm sure you'll have something to say about it. Happy Friday!!!


[click "play" (the arrow button) to watch]


posted by Lo @ 11:47 AM   13 comments
Note To Self: Don't Drink The Water In Fond Du Lac, Wisconsin.
If he thinks this is scary, wait'll he gets a load of the ten-tittied widow who lives down the lane...
Rick Lisko hunts deer with a bow but got his most unusual one driving his truck down his mile-long driveway. The young buck had nub antlers — and seven legs. Lisko said it also had both male and female reproductive organs. "It was definitely a freak of nature," Lisko said. "I guess it's a real rarity."

He said he slowed down as the buck and two does ran across the driveway Nov. 22, but the buck ran under the truck and got hit.

When he looked at the animal, he noticed three- to four-inch appendages growing from the rear legs. Later, he found a smaller appendage growing from one of the front legs.

"It's a pretty weird deer," he said, describing the extra legs as resembling "crab pinchers."

"It kind of gives you the creeps when you look at it," he said, but he thought he saw the appendages moving, as if they were functional, before the deer was hit.
You'd think with seven legs, the buck would have been able to get away. Guess they were all running in different directions.

AP: Wisconsin hunter bags deer with 7 legs
posted by Lo @ 10:31 AM   3 comments
The Long Kiss Dose Goodnight.
Is he dead? No? How about now? No? Still not dead? Really? Okay, this time he's a goner for sure. Oops, my bad...

Defense attorneys and death penalty opponents were outraged Thursday over an execution in which the condemned man took more than half an hour to die, needed a rare second dose of lethal chemicals, and appeared to grimace in his final moments.

"I am definitely appalled at what happened. I have no doubt he suffered unduly," Angel Nieves Diaz's attorney, Suzanne Myers Keffer, said after Diaz died by injection.

Executions in Florida normally take about 15 minutes, with the inmate rendered unconscious and motionless within the first three to five minutes. But Diaz took 34 minutes to die and appeared to be moving for most of that time.

Prison officials promised to investigate but insisted Diaz felt no pain and that it was not unexpected a second dose would be required, because liver disease had affected his ability to metabolize the drugs. They offered no explanation for the grimace or why officials did not adjust the dosage from the start.

Foes of capital punishment seized on the execution to argue that the death penalty is cruel and unusual punishment, just as they did after two inmates' heads caught fire in Florida's electric chair in 1990 and 1997 and a condemned man suffered a severe nosebleed in 2000 during his electrocution.

Those cases led Florida to get rid of the electric chair and switch to lethal injection, which was portrayed as more humane and more reliable.

Two inmates' heads once caught fire????? Okay, I'm sorry, but that's some funny sh*t...in a macabre sort of way, of course.

What's silliest of all in this whole situation is all the talk about "humane" executions. "Humane"? Doesn't the fact that they're being executed negate the whole humane factor? Their right to exist, as a human or anything else, is being rescinded as a penalty for the crime(s) committed, so talking about kinder, gentler killing is actually ridiculous.

Whether you're for capital punishment or against it, an execution is an execution. There's nothing humane about it. To expect it to be a quiet, peaceful journey into the night for the condemned is simply absurd.

AP: Fla. to investigate 34-minute execution
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   7 comments
Kitty Might Get Scratched Over This.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
And get her ass kicked by a few rabid fans.

Congratulations, Oprah, you have been selected by Kitty Kelley as the subject of her next tell-all, unauthorized biography.

"Oprah Winfrey has fascinated me for many years _ as a woman, she has wielded an unprecedented amount of influence over the American culture and psyche," Kelley said in a statement issued Wednesday by the Crown Publishing Group, an imprint of Random House, Inc.

The book does not yet have a title and a publication date has not been set. Financial terms were not disclosed.

Kelley, whose many best sellers include biographies of Frank Sinatra, Nancy Reagan and the Bush family, has a long history of writing books as loathed by their subjects, and disputed by critics, as they are fascinating to readers.

Among her more notorious allegations: that Sinatra and Reagan may have had an affair while she was first lady, and that George W. Bush snorted cocaine at Camp David when his father was president.

For the Winfrey book, Kelley "plans to interview hundreds of sources, many of whom have never before spoken on the record about her subject," according to Crown. While the author has spoken disparagingly of the Bushes, likening them to the Corleones, she appears to have a higher opinion of Winfrey.

"She has built an empire around her personality and has been one of American's most admired business women and philanthropists," Kelley said in her statement. "Oprah's story is one of hope, promise and realization of the American dream."

I'd be willing to bet this book never sees the light of day. Oprah is all-powerful, all-seeig, and all squashing when he speaks out against something. It'll be interesting to watch this unfold.

Washington Post.com: Kitty Kelley Book Due on Oprah
posted by Lo @ 10:37 AM   6 comments
Happy Birthday, Juan G!!!!!!
Let's give it up for this man, y'all.*

He's one of the most vocal LoZoners in the comments section and one of the best people you ever want to meet.

Little did I know that fateful day nine years ago that the man dancing over to me during my signing at Chapter 11 Books in Atlanta would become such a consistent and significant presence in my life.

Lucky me. Lucky all of us for being graced with such an amazing human being.

JuanSP

Happy Birthday, Juan!!! We love you, man!!!


*That's right, I had the nerve to hijack your MySpace pic. I love that photo, though. That look of mystery/mischief on your face is priceless!!!


Juan G's MySpace Page
Previously: The Lo Zone: South Park Juan!!!
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   12 comments
Guess Who's Still Asleep?
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Sorry, y'all.

She's a bit exhausted from pulling some really long days and nights, so today is therapeutic for her. She's really whooped. But she'll be back tomorrow.

Talk amongst yourselves.

posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   24 comments
I Wonder If She'll Turn Into Spider-Woman.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Her body's already become transformed...

A small spider bite turned out to be a big problem for Cindy Pettey. Pettey awoke when she was bitten on the stomach in the middle of the night a few weeks ago, but thought little else of it. Then she started running a fever, she felt achy and weak. The bite sore became larger.

Next thing Pettey knew, a doctor was telling her he believed she'd been bitten by a dangerous hobo spider.

Pettey had surgery that removed 10 pounds of skin and flesh, leaving her with an abdomen covered in stitches.

"It looks like I was bit in half by a shark," Pettey said.

Rob Hendrickson, a physician and director of the Oregon Poison Control Center, said the hobo is a non-aggressive spider that bites only when cornered. For example, when someone puts on a shoe with a spider inside.

[...]

"In reality, most spiders are venomous, but aren't capable of penetrating human skin," Hendrickson said.

Hobo spider venom may cause necrosis, or death of the skin. When a spider injects venom below the skin, it reddens, swells, then turns black. But there is some doubt in the medical community about whether venom causes the skin death, Hendrickson said.

"If the venom can actually cause necrosis in humans," he said, "... then it is a very rare event."

Sh*t. From now on, I'm sleeping with my belly covered and I'm definitely checking the insides of shoes!!

SFGate.com: Spider Bite Turns Serious for Ore. Woman
posted by Lo @ 11:39 AM   4 comments
When Siblings Go Bats.
This sounds like something out of my book, Child of God...

An incestuous romance exploded in a gruesome murder-suicide when a Brooklyn man clubbed to death his half sister - who was also his lover - and her two teenage kids, cops said.

Relatives and neighbors who had been trying to reach the family for a week summoned cops yesterday to the Walt Whitman Houses in Fort Greene, where a foul odor emanated from behind the locked door.

Inside, the bodies of Haydee Soto, 42; her 15-year-old son, John James (J.J.) Bordoy, and 13-year-old daughter, Valerie Rivera, were found bludgeoned in three different rooms.

The man believed responsible for the horror, Hector Viera, 34, was on the kitchen floor with a hypodermic needle in his arm, dead of an apparent overdose, police said.

A bloody baseball bat was found in the apartment, and there was no sign of forced entry, sources said.

As detectives tried to pinpoint a motive for the violence, they were also unraveling the twisted relationship between Viera and Soto.

The two were half siblings, with the same father. But cops say they also had a sexual relationship - one they didn't try to hide from friends and neighbors who frequently spotted them holding hands and kissing.

All that time I thought I was writing fiction, but I guess this kind of thing goes on a whole lot more than folks let on.

New York Daily News: B'klyn bat horror
posted by Lo @ 10:11 AM   5 comments
Pupsuckle Toes?
This must be what happens when you take a puppy away from its mother too soon:

A puppy chewed off four of a baby girl's toes next to her sleeping parents, who were then booked on charges of child desertion and criminal negligence, police said Monday.

Mary Shannon Hansche, 22, and Christopher Wayne Hansche, 26, told police they woke to the baby's cries, found her mangled foot and took her to the hospital early Sunday.

Police said that they were sleeping on a mattress and that the month-old girl was in an infant seat beside them when the 6-week-old pit bull began chewing on her toes.

"They did not see the dog injuring the child," police spokesman Mark Natale said.

The puppy might have been trying to nurse on the toes of the baby, a veterinarian speculated.

"I know that sounds a little far-fetched, but that's the first thing that comes to my mind," Michael Dale said.

Wow. I often fall asleep with my dogs somewhere nearby. Thank goodness they've never pulled anything like this. I'd lose more than some toes with four dogs tearing at me. No telling what my Akita would bite off.

Chicago Tribune: Puppy Gnaws Off Baby's Toes, Police Say
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   11 comments
An Entire Nation Of Wee Willie Winkies.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Talk about a national crisis...


Condoms designed to meet international size specifications are too big for many Indian men as their penises fall short of what manufacturers had anticipated, an Indian study has found.

The Indian Council of Medical Research, a leading state-run center, said its initial findings from a two-year study showed 60 percent of men in the financial capital Mumbai had penises about 2.4 cm (one inch) shorter than those condoms catered for.

For a further 30 percent, the difference was at least 5 cm (two inches). A poor fit meant the prophylactics often didn't do the job they were bought for, and led to some tearing or slipping off during use.

"One of the reasons for a failure of up to 20 percent (of condoms) is the association of the size of the condom to the erect penis," the council's Dr. Chander Puri told Reuters, adding another reason was couples often put them on in a hurry.

Puri said many men in India, which has the world's highest HIV positive caseload, were too shy to ask for condoms.

"We need more vending machines for condoms of different sizes so people can pick a condom with confidence that is suited to their needs," he said.

Aw, that's so sad. But what's even sadder (and more infuriating) is the guy who boldly asks for a box of Magnums (XL's!!!) and not only doesn't come close to filling it out lengthwise, it sags around the sides like an old basketball sock.


You know you've seen him.

I sure have.

Stay away, Eenie-Weenie Peenie Man, with your trick box of supersized condoms. You're overselling. Big time.


*Maybe the smallish Indian guys and Eenie-Weenie Peenie Man should try out these really cool condoms called TheyFit...


...the world's first sized-to-fit condom line (70 custom-fit sizes!!!). You can download a Fit Kit right HERE to get started on your own tailor-made love glove.

**On the real, I'd hate to meet the guy in the size 1 range of the TheyFit line, and I'd be extra scared to meet a size 70!!!

Reuters: Speak up, sir...You need the extra small condoms?
posted by Lo @ 11:43 AM   35 comments
Maybe Now They'll Leave The Little Boys Alone.
Go 'head, brother Father!!! You show 'em how it's done...


An excommunicated Roman Catholic archbishop continued his defiance of the
Vatican on Sunday when he ordained two married men as priests.

In front of a congregation that included nearly two dozen members of the media at the Trinity Reformed Church, Raymond A. Grosswirth of Rochester, N.Y., and Dominic Riccio, of Newark, were installed by Zambian Archbishop Emmanuel Milingo.

The ceremony, in a blue-collar neighborhood situated directly across the Hudson River from midtown Manhattan, concluded a two-day convention of Milingo's advocacy group, Married Priests Now!

[...]

The wives of both men helped their husbands on with their vestments before each man was anointed. Grosswirth and Riccio concluded the ceremony at the West New York church by officiating over communion.

"I feel great elation," said the 72-year-old Riccio, who lives in Barnegat with wife, Claire, and has four children and two grandchildren. "This is the culmination of 31 years of waiting."

The men now will be able to perform the duties of a priest, such as administering last rites.

Grosswirth, 57, who has been married since 1994, recalled forming a group in Rochester in the early 90s comprising men over 40 who were interested in the priesthood, then seeing it dwindle down to nothing over the issue of celibacy.

Milingo has called celibacy "outdated" and noted on Sunday that it was not required of priests until the 12th century.

See? That black priest knows it's not natural for a man to go his whole life without busting regular nuts. That's why all those priests went bonkers on altar boys in the first place. Priests being married only makes sense. It'll make the church a safer place, for criminy. The priests can focus on saving souls instead of losing their own.

AP: Cleric installs married priests in N.J.
posted by Lo @ 10:39 AM   9 comments
Mel Gibson Is The Second Coming (Or The Devil)...
...or the public at-large is really into forgiveness during the holiday season.*


*Or maybe he's just a damn good filmmaker. Anyway you look at it, the dude's pretty Teflon. Let's just hope he doesn't decide to
go on a rant about ni@@ers black folks. His box office numbers would probably really go through the roof.

Apocalypto: The Official Movie Website
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   5 comments
Friday Flashback.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Before he became the world's blandest musician so saccharine you need an insulin shot just to listen to him, this cat was one of the funkiest musicians around, chockful of soul, with some to spare.

That's right...I'm talking about Kenny Gorelick, aka Kenny G.

"Soul," you say? Yes. Soul. In spades (!!!). What happened to it, I don't know. Maybe he had soulposuction once he became majorly mainstream because it's all gone now. But the man that used to be? Ooh wee, he was one of the funkiest boys to ever put his lips to a horn and blow!!!

He cut his teeth with the greats, starting with Barry White's Love Unlimited Orchestra...


...and doing an excellent stint with the Jeff Lorber Fusion.

(that's him above with the white arrow pointing at him)

His best work, in my opinion, was when he was produced by one of my very favorites, Kashif...

...one of the greatest R&B artists and hitmakers of the 80's. Under Kashif's masterful influence and supervision, Kenny G delivered the soulful, funky classic, G Force...

...which is simply one of the best R&B/pop instrumental joints ever recorded.

*Sigh* Anyway, those days are long gone and all we're left with is a pasteurized shadow of the musician that used to be. Oh well, no use crying over spilled funk. At least we have the memories, the music, and YouTube, so let's take a trip back to the days when soulful rhythm ran richly through his veins (damn, that was kind of alliterative). Herewith, from Duotones...

...the 1986 cd that made him a superstar, is a live version of one of my favorite cuts, "Sade."


[click "play" (the arrow button) to watch]

This song, "What Does It Take (To Win Your Love)," is from the same album. It's nice and funky and should get you moving in your seat and ready for the weekend. Happy Friday!!!


[click "play" (the arrow button) to watch]


Kenny G Official Website
Amazon.com: Kenny G: Duotones
Amazon.com: Kenny G: G Force
posted by Lo @ 11:43 AM   5 comments
Let Them Eat Cake Peanuts.
Putting his money where his environmentalist mouth is, Prince Charles is swapping gas-guzzling private planes and helicopters for commercial flights, train journeys and biodiesel cars.

A longtime champion of green causes, the heir to the throne says action is needed now to avoid leaving a ruined planet to the next generation.

"From February, we are going to look at the diary and see what we can do to reduce our carbon footprint," a spokeswoman for the prince's London residence, Clarence House, said Thursday on condition of anonymity in line with royal rules. "Wherever possible, we will be making less use of helicopters and chartered planes and rely more on car journeys, scheduled flights and trains."

Now that's some funny sh*t.

Wonder how the masses will react to seeing him onboard their flights. It actually should be rather comforting, from a mechanical point of view. At least they know that if the engines go out, they've got backup with those ears of his.

They can flap the plane clean back to safety.

posted by Lo @ 10:16 AM   6 comments
No Shit, Sherlock (Part 3).

I would say "Duh," but then that would be redundant, wouldn't it?


*While you bullsh*ttin', they need to stop spending money on polls we already know the answer to.

posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   4 comments
Very, Very Cool.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Check out this really great review of my book, Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame....


...that author Stephanie Casher did on her site. She enjoyed the book so much, she blogged about it. Things like that just make my day. Thanks, Stephanie!!!

Click HERE to read the review.


Work in Progress: REVIEW - Lolita Files' sex.lies.murder.fame.
posted by Lo @ 12:25 PM   7 comments
Where's A Match When You Need One?

Carjacked at knifepoint while pumping gas, a 75-year-old woman didn't give in without a fight. Mary Gean Smyth opened the door of her sport utility vehicle and doused the assailant in gas.

"I'm sure he was burning like mad," Smyth said of the Tuesday carjacking. "I mean, I drowned him right in the face."

Police caught up to Smyth's GMC Denali Envoy at a restaurant and arrested 52-year-old John Clay Stricker Jr., a transient with an address in the North Texas town of Lake Kiowa, Tyler police spokesman Don Martin said.

Smyth said police told her the suspect had apparently taken a shower because he had a bag with fuel-soaked clothes and a bar of soap [...]

Betcha dude won't be stealing anybody else's car anytime soon. People often pick on older folks, mistakenly thinking they're easy prey. Sometimes senior citizens are some of the meanest mofo's you ever want to meet. They'll whip your ass quicker than a young buck. This woman is proof.

Granny's got gas and she ain't scurred to use it.

AP: Woman, 75, douses alleged thief with gas
posted by Lo @ 11:53 AM   3 comments
No Shit, Sherlock (Part 2).


Duh.

Emphasis on "Duh."


*Why did it take a panel to declare what most people had already figured out? I mean, seriously. This administration is a real live Confederacy of Dunces.


Previously: The Lo Zone: No Shit, Sherlock.
posted by Lo @ 10:46 AM   2 comments
Vaguest. Headline. EVER.


Taco Bell ordered scallions removed from its 5,800 U.S. restaurants Wednesday after tests suggested they may be responsible for the E. coli outbreak that has sickened nearly four dozen people in three states.

The fast-food chain said preliminary testing by an independent lab found three samples of green onions appeared to have a dangerous strain of the bacterium.

"In an abundance of caution, we've decided to pull all green onions from our restaurants until we know conclusively whether they are the cause of the E. coli outbreak," said Greg Creed, president of Irvine, Calif.-based Taco Bell.

The company would not immediately identify the supplier of the scallions, so it was unclear whether contaminated green onions reached other restaurants or supermarkets.

What the hell is that supposed to mean to the casual person who just sees that headline with no backstory? I mean, does it really tell us anything? Hell, last night I removed cheese. From the refrigerator.

What the headline should say is:

"Taco Bell removes shit-causing elements from their food."

Talk about burying the lede. Damn.

posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   7 comments
Just Kidding...
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
She's not off today, guys...

...her system crashed, but now she's back up!!!

Don't forget her live chat today. Click HERE to go to the website. Once you get to the page, click the button that says, "JOIN CHAT HERE."

See ya!!!

posted by Lo @ 2:38 PM   2 comments
Come Live Chat With Me!!!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
For those of you who'd like to interact with me in real time, I'm doing a live chat TOMORROW, December 6th (I know, I know, I should have told you sooner; I'm doing a skillion things at once). It's at 3pm EST (12 Noon Pacific) with Donna Hill Promotions.

They've got a real extravaganza going on over there this week---five days, 12 hours per day, 60 authors, December 4th through December 8th from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. There'll be live chats from some of the top authors, (they had Zane on yesterday), The more times you log on the site, the more chances you have to win a getaway to Montego Bay, Jamaica!!!

Click HERE to go to the website. Once you get to the page, click the button that says, "JOIN CHAT HERE."

Hope to see you there!!!

posted by Lo @ 1:45 PM   5 comments
Check Out My Girl On "The View"!!!
My dear friend, Shaun Robinson, from Access Hollywood...

...is co-hosting The View this morning.

Be sure to check her out, and if you like how she is on the show, write in and let them know!!!

Shaun Robinson's MySpace Page
posted by Lo @ 12:25 PM   8 comments
He Deserves Every Penny.
I've been a tremendous fan of this man for more than two decades.

His wry wit and self-mocking zany presence runs rings around Leno. And now we get him for a little bit longer. Happy days. Happy days.

David Letterman isn't going anywhere. CBS Corp. announced Monday that the late-night funnyman has signed a contract to stay on the air until at least 2010. It was widely reported in September that Letterman had agreed to the deal.

The contract means Letterman plans to stay on the air longer than late-night rival Jay Leno. NBC has said that Leno will give way to Conan O'Brien on the "Tonight" show in 2009.

[...]

Letterman is expected to make somewhere north of $30 million a year. He's been competing with Leno since 1993, and the NBC comic has had the upper hand in the ratings for the past decade.

Upper hand, shmupper hand. Who needs to be number one when you've got job security and $30 mil a year in your pocket? Plus he doesn't have the pressure of having to keep the top position.

That Letterman is a freakin' genius.

New York Post: Letterman Signs With CBS Through 2010
posted by Lo @ 11:52 AM   6 comments
Run For The Border Bathroom.
An E. coli outbreak that has sickened at least 22 people — two of them seriously — was linked by health investigators Monday to three Taco Bell restaurants in New Jersey.

All but two of the people who fell ill had eaten at one of the fast-food restaurants between Nov. 17 and Nov. 28, authorities said. But exactly what food contained the bacteria was still unclear.

"We have to find the food they all had in common," said David Papi, director of health for Middlesex County.

All but four of the victims are under 18, authorities said.

"Find the food they all had in common"? It's called anything at the damn restaurant. Sheesh. The jacked-up part is that Taco Bell can really hit the spot in a pinch, particularly very late at night when not much else is open. But you always pay for it later, sometimes within moments after chowing down. Nine out of ten times, you're gonna get the shits after eating some TB.

It's interesting how most of the victims are teens. I guess grown folks don't exactly see (fast food) tacos as a compelling food choice. Is it because they give you the shits?

Yahoo News: E. coli in N.J. is linked to Taco Bell
posted by Lo @ 10:41 AM   7 comments
Sometimes People Look Like Exactly What They Are.
For instance, this man looks like a serial killer.

And guess what?

A man has confessed to strangling or suffocating 23 men during an eight-year killing spree and dumping their bodies in remote spots in seven parishes, police said.

Ronald J. Dominique, 42, was charged with nine additional counts of murder on Monday, bringing the total to 11 counts against him — 10 for first-degree murder and one for second-degree murder.

Terrebonne Parish Sheriff Jerry Larpenter said Dominique confessed to killing 23 men, all males between the ages of 16 and 46, between 1997 and 2005.

[...]

The victims' bodies were found in seven different south Louisiana parishes. All were found bound and had been killed in similar fashion, Larpenter said, leading investigators to suspect the work of a serial killer.

Authorities said Dominique said he had sex with each of the victims. Jefferson Parish Sheriff Harry Lee said investigators have DNA evidence linking Dominique to at least two of the killings.
He's killed a lot of people.

My condolences to the families of his victims. Still, I'm kinda curious. This guy looks like he'd hurt somebody, or, at the very least, do something really crazy to you.

You'd think folks would see a guy like this coming.

I guess anything is possible when you let your guard down.

AP: La. man charged with 9 more killings
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   13 comments
Happy Birthday, Rich And Bill!!!!!!!
Monday, December 04, 2006
Let's give it up, y'all, for my old friend and faithful Lo Zoner (who holds it down even when I'm not here)...

RICH!!!!!!!!

WE LOVE YOU, MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!


Even though you may be holding a nut in that picture, you're often the voice of reason and insight among us. The Lo Zone ain't The Lo Zone without you up in this piece.

It's also the birthday of my very, very dear friend and stealth Lo Zoner...

...Bill Hobi.

Like Rich, Bill is one of the coolest, smartest, most loyal people you'll ever meet in your life, a true Renaissance man who cheers me on when I write, cheers me up when I'm sick, and shares my passion and appreciation for music (Rich, you'd really click with Bill on the music tip; heck, on the financial tip, too. As a Senior VP of Wealth Management for Merrill Lynch, he knows a thing or multi-million about the subject). I miss him to pieces because I've been so busy all year, we haven't had a chance to get up at all, which is tough after we spent a good chunk of 2005 hanging out all the time. But he knows my heart and he's one of my favorite people in life. I just love, love, love him. And I love, love, love Rich. I guess there's something about those Sag men.

Happy Birthday, fellas!!!!!

It's a full moon, tonight. Get out there and do your thang. This song's for the both of you, truly noble and great men. Real Romantic Warriors. (Click the link to listen.)



The Rich House
posted by Lo @ 1:17 PM   15 comments
Why Racism Is A Long Way From Being Dead.
Because it's so ingrained, people don't even realize when they're being racists.

An investigation is underway in Tempe, Ariz., after a police officer told two African American men they could avoid getting a ticket if they performed a rap for him.

The incident was played out on a reality show produced by the local police force. It was supposed to highlight the department's philosophy of community policing, but has instead sparked controversy.

In the clip, an officer pulls over two African American men on charges of littering. He offers them a way out of the ticket, saying, "No littering ticket if the two of you just do a little rap."

The men, neither of whom are actors, agree. One of them rhymes, "The dangers of littering you will get a ticket. If you ain't with it, you better be experienced."

Lovely. Wonder if the officer would have asked white guys to rap. Maybe he would have asked them to shoot up a high school, raid the pensions of thousands of hard-working employees, or start a fake war. Because, you know, white folks are so much better at that kind of stuff than we are.

Oops!!! Did I say that out loud? Am I a racist?

*Sigh.*

Where's Kramer when you need him?

Click HERE to watch the video.


ABC News: White Cop Has Black Men Rap to Avoid Ticket
posted by Lo @ 12:25 PM   7 comments
Why "The Da Vinci Code" Is So Credible.
If any of you saw the movie The Da Vinci Code...


...or read the book...

...then, without me giving away any spoilers to those who haven't, it's pretty much public knowledge that the premise of the story is all about how the Catholic Church has been keeping a major secret about Jesus Christ and his personal relationships and may have manipulated history in order to keep that secret. The author Dan Brown's research for his fictionalized story was based in great part upon factual, heavily-investigated data.

Well, whether you believe there's been a cover-up or not, the church has been known to pull stunts that make it plausible that they wouldn't hesitate to massage, or hide, history in order to further its religio-political agenda. Like this move they're attempting:
Famed paleoanthropologist Richard Leakey is giving no quarter to powerful evangelical church leaders who are pressing Kenya's national museum to relegate to a back room its world-famous collection of hominid fossils showing the evolution of humans' early ancestors.

Leakey called the churches' plans "the most outrageous comments I have ever heard."

He told The Daily Telegraph (London): "The National Museums of Kenya should be extremely strong in presenting a very forceful case for the evolutionary theory of the origins of mankind. The collection it holds is one of Kenya's very few global claims to fame and it must be forthright in defending its right to be at the forefront of this branch of science." Leakey was for years director of the museum and of Kenya's entire museum system.

The museum's collections include the most complete skeleton yet found of Homo erectus, the 1.7-million-year-old Turkana Boy unearthed by Leakey's team in 1984 near Lake Turkana in northern Kenya.

The museum also holds bones from several specimens of Australopithecus anamensis, believed to be the first hominid to walk upright, four million years ago. Together the artifacts amount to the clearest record yet discovered of the origins of Homo sapiens.

Leaders of Kenya's Pentecostal congregation, with six million adherents, want the human fossils de-emphasized.

"The Christian community here is very uncomfortable that Leakey and his group want their theories presented as fact," said Bishop Bonifes Adoyo, head of the largest Pentecostal church in Kenya, the Christ is the Answer Ministries.

"Our doctrine is not that we evolved from apes, and we have grave concerns that the museum wants to enhance the prominence of something presented as fact which is just one theory," the bishop said.

If the evidence is there, the way I see it, that doesn't erase God's role at all. It merely confirms it for me. Besides, as the late, great litigator Johnnie Cochran might have said:

"If the monkey bones fit, then the truth we must get."

Or something like that.

LiveScience: Scientist Fights Church Effort to Hide Museum's Pre-Human Fossils
posted by Lo @ 11:44 AM   3 comments
Are Animals Trying To Tell Us Something?
First there was the situation with the Crocodile Hunter being taken out by a stingray...


Then there was that incident with the killer whale last week who apparently got way tired of that damned dog-and-pony show they have him doing several days a week, year-round...

...and decided to remind the trainer and the audience who was really in charge.

(That smiling whale knows he can change that scenario in an instant)

Now comes this...


Guess that snake showed him a fang thing or two. You can only mess with a cobra but so many times, then it just becomes a case of perpetually pushing your luck. There is no such thing as a "Snake King." There's just "The Annoying Guy The Cobras Tolerate." If we didn't know that then, we know it now.

I, for one, know to listen when animals try to tell me things and to not take too much advantage of the leverage I have of being the one "in charge." As many of you know, I've got four dogs...

...so when they've got something to say, you'd better believe they get my attention. I'm outnumbered up in this piece, and my dogs are very smart and very conspiratorial. Four against one is not a fair fight. It's not that I think my poopers would harm me. At least, not in the way that you would expect. They'd do something non-physical to me that was assured to break me down.

That's right...they'd go straight for my shoes.*

*Thank goodness they're pretty happy right now, especially since they just got a bunch of new toys, compliments of oh-so-nice Lo Zoner Saadia.**

saasouthpark

Look at how your girl Lo (yeah, that would be the very clever Lo's Bytch Lo, who will be back podcasting in the new year) immediately took to this one new toy that we've named "BooBoo."


She loves her BooBoo.

Gotta keep the animals happy, folks, gotta keep the animals happy.

**Speaking of Saadia, check out her newest blog, "Neurotica and Nonsense," in addition to her other two, "Saadia's World" and "Adventures in Drinking." Thanks for all the goodies!!! You're the best!!!



Previously: The Lo Zone: Such A Sad And Surprising End.
posted by Lo @ 10:37 AM   2 comments
It's Only Appropriate...
...that I play my song upon my official ascension from technical difficulty hell.

I'm back, bitches!!!


[click "play" (the arrow button) to watch]


Two times!!!


[click "play" (the arrow button) to watch]

Y'all know how I do.

*Oh yeah...I'm sure you've noticed the blog's got a new look. I'm trying out some things. We'll see if I stick with it.

Previous: The Lo Zone: Can I Get An Encore, Do You Want More...
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   4 comments
Back In The Game, Baby!!!
Saturday, December 02, 2006
They can't keep me down, y'all!!!

Blogger.com (the free blogging software I use to create The Lo Zone and publish it up to my main server) had technical difficulties for nearly two weeks and was unable to communicate with my hosting site correctly (they're in the process of switching to a beta version that has been very problematic for many of its users). I was going crazy, but they couldn't keep me away forever.*

Back in the game, baby!!! Back in the game!!!


*You'll see the old posts from November 21st, which was the last time I was able to blog. The posts published but couldn't be seen on the website because of the technical issues. Now they're visible two weeks later. Duh.

posted by Lo @ 4:32 PM   5 comments
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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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