Fan Appreciation Day!

I think I'm ripping this concept off from Liam, who used to name days after his admirers. Thanks, Liam! That being said, it's Thank You Nathan Day! Nathan writes: "Hey! just wanted to say your one of the only reasons i watch Vh1's A2Z, because even if they are having an episode on someone i don't like, i just watch it anyway to see you, because you are hot!!take care.Keep up the jokes! Nathan"
 
Well, I'll be darned. Thanks, Nathan! It's viewers like you who keep Amerika's airways strong. Thanks for you indiscriminate support. I will continue to attempt to be hot and joke-makifying, just for you.

An anonymous person writes: "Bex, I am really sorry to be just another guy leaving the same type of comment but I do enjoy A2Z even when its someone I think is HIGHLY OVERRATED like pam anderson, JUST because You might be on. You have heard it before and I will let you know AGAIN, You are HOT and the cutest thing on VH1, because not only do you have physical beauty but you also know how to dress and adorn that brag of nature your body is."
 
Thanks, anonymous! I must say, I am mildly paranoid because your comment is so flattering that I feel like it must come from one of my friends who is trying to fuck with my head. But, as we all know, I like mind-fucking, so WHOOOMP, there it is, or rather, WHOOOMP, bring it on. I must say, in terms of on-VH1-cuteness (girl style), I certainly think that Rachael Harris outcutes me at least a million to one. And, boy-style, just forgetaboutit -- the talking head boys on VH1 are all cutie-patooties. paTOOties, i tell you! But, thank you, Anonymous! You've made me feel that being a voluptuous brunette is a-okay! And for that, it is also Thank You Anonymous Fan Day! Thank you in particular for coining the phrase 'that brag of nature.'

I think we should all use that phrase in our everyday speech.  As in, "Have you seen those cherry blossoms? They sure are a brag of nature!" Or perhaps, "The mesas of New Mexico are an out and out brag of nature. Marvel at their plateaux!"

In other news, I have something like the flu and now I must go take to my bed and read Leonard Cohen novels. Please send virtual un-chicken soup. Thank you.

FraggleData

Various stages in my life, as defined by Fraggle-ness.

A Disclaimer of Sorts ...

Left to Right: Wembley, Red, Gobo, Mokey, Boober (and several Doozers chillin' like Bob Dylan in the foreground).

Greetings, interweb passengers! I was reviewing the lovely comments that some of you have left and golly gee whillikers, you people are sweet.  FOR THE RECORD - i am neither more nor less full of myself right now, i just thought i'd start this blog thing because the momentum seemed there and i decided that now was as good a time as any to start playing the blog game. so when strangers post such nice things, i feel all warm and tingly inside. thank you! But, to my friends -- please do not read this website and call all my other friends and laugh at how hubrisistic i've become. i will defend myself using marketing-speak and branding-jargon.

Anyhoo. When you think about the people with whom you spend the most time, do you categorize them? I find that everyone I know seems to fall into five distinct categories: Gobo, Mokey, Wembley, Boober, and Red.   For example, I think I'm a true Boober with Mokey tendencies, but I've been trying to exemplify Reddish behavior for the past few years.

The Unofficial Fraggle Rock character breakdown describes the Fraggles thusly:
Red - the Enthusiast
Wembley - the Indecisive
Mokey - the Artist.
Gobo - the Leader
Boober - the Worrier

You can click their names for more thorough explanations -- after all, that's what the interweb is for! I think maybe you call that technique there a 'hyperlink' but I could be severely wrong and / or old-fashioned. 

Anyway. I leave it up to you to plot yourself onto this fine set of axes. As an example, I've plotted the various versions of myself along the years. Play at home!   (graph posted in the above post. I'm still figuring out the whole posting issues. and the postage issues! 30 cents or 42?) 

We have sold our souls for your viewing pleasure

So! I am often at work. Often often often. Bom de Bom de Bom. I make promos for the Vee. If you go to this now-defunct and super-un-updated website for "Hot Spots," you can watch a whole bunch of spots starring singing and dancing kitties. Those are mine, with animation by the wonderful and magical Joel Veitch.

I share a boa-filled office with the very tolerant Kelly Johnson. When we work together, we call ourselves "Schwohnson." We rock pretty damn hard, yo. Check out this spot we made for I Love the 90s -- it's our tribute to the Peach Pit.

Looksie here: we are so cute.

The people behind the promos -- Louis, Kelly, Scott (Kelly's pre-husband), me, Hunter. We might look like we're 30-year-olds at a prom, but we're actually in the Catskills at our friends' (Matt and Kristin Richman) wedding. We lurf them.

 

Yuppers, we're tight as prepubescent vaginas over there at the vee. Sean T. Conrad offers proof: in this photo, Louis and I are cutting a veritable rug @ Kelly's birthday/New Year's party. Sean T. Conrad says, "Louis, a large funny man, and Bex, a hot, crazy girl in a short skirt, won the prize for Best Drunken Embarassing Dance."

 

Sean T. Conrad may be many things, but he's not a fool. However. At least I can say that I wasn't embarassed.

My head, a few months ago.

Look, it's me. Andrew Hammer is awesome -- he's a photographer (and a clown! as in: big red nose and floppy shoes) and he made me look pretty. Here's my head. If you squint at it funny, you should eventually see an image of a Sailboat. Magic-eye style, yo.

Blooop = the Sound of a Swelling Head

Hi Hi! Thanks for visiting. You're not allergic to kitties, are you? Good. Can I offer you something to drink? A blue beverage, perhaps? All right, then. No need to get defensive. It's totally cool.

Anyhoodles! If you're an avid VH1 viewer (and who isn't, I ask you), mayhaps you've caught a glimpse of the wacky-looking girl who wears a big star necklace in every episode of A2Z. c'est moi. So here's me. This is my first time wading into the depths of the interweb, so please be patient and please don't snicker at my waterwings; I'm not a strong swimmer.

Love and kisses,
bex