Its just a bit of tush.  Well here it is, that picture of Shay Laren I was talking about yesterday on Twitter.  I’m retouching this whole set for my site, Stagg Street while my intern is resizes them.   I probably won’t be posting the whole set for a couple months but you guys get a special sneak peek at these 2 cheeks.

I do however have another hot pic of Aria Giovanni on my site from when I was in Hawaii 2 weeks ago.  And I’m posting a set of Charlotte Stokely to Stagg Street tomorrow though, Charlotte in her backyard with a very cute black and white outfit on.  You won’t want to miss it!

Nails By Naomi at Hello Beautiful

Normally I just get my pinky nails done in a solid black but yesterday I decided to get a mouth with a gold tooth. Bling Bloaw Bitch!

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Bonnie “Prince” Billy – Beware (2009) [Drag City] // Grade: C+

Brushing aside his trademark stripped and gloomy folk for a lusher southern-fried rock, Will Oldham pens his most commercially ambitious album to date, that at times is downright cheerful, sometimes captivating but mostly generic.

While it does have those moment’s where your inner monologue says “Hmm Country can be damn good”, the cold haunting chills you’d normally find on a Bonnie “Prince” Billy album emanating from a broken man and his guitar are all but gone. Beware may indeed prove that Will Oldham can become a commercial Alt-Country darling like Neko Case, but why does he really need to?

Speaking as someone who isn’t the hugest fan of alt-country/folk, Oldham’s way of transcending the sound and project his own sadness & pain is what made me a fan. His cold, sparse and delicate songs were so well crafted, they were much more than any genre tag could describe. Beware however, is just that, a genre album, Alt-Country to be specific. While it’s interesting and enjoyable to hear all of Will Oldham’s work out some of his trademark nuances within Beware’s upbeat gloss, it just doesn’t get under your skin.

Honestly the most interesting thing about this album is it’s cover. I have to think the design for Beware doesn’t just coincidentally echo the cover of Neil Young’s seminal Tonight’s the Night. It looks like an intentional allusion and thet peaks my curiosity. Tonight’s the Night was one of Young’s most depressing and personal albums after years of radio friendly southern rock, Beware on the other is Will Oldham’s first real stab at a commercial album after years of dark, bare bones country & folk. Both mark changes for each artist but in completely opposite of directions… Intentional? Coincidental? Something to ponder.

So I found a new show this weekend. My brother-in-law has been telling me about it for a few months, but, here at the Hateball house, we don’t trust ourselves with cable, so, if it’s not on DVD, we haven’t seen it. (Which, btw, Mars, is the reason why I have to avoid the site whenever one of your impeccably written rundowns or re-ups is at the top…my face is still a little bit melted from your first LOST post.)

It’s not entirely unheard of for my wife and I to go stalking over to Target on a Friday night looking for ‘something to watch.’ I blame this phenomenon for my comprehensive knowledge of Friends and Office trivia, and why I feel qualified to discourse on the merits of CSI: over CSI: Miami.

Anyway. The new show. The show that is new to me: Breaking Bad. AMC seems to be on a roll between this and Madmen, which is also mind-numbingly awesome. BB stars Bryan Cranston, who some of you—like me—may remember better as the dad from Malcolm in the Middle. He’s…awesome. A superb and amazing actor.

The main plot of the show is that Cranston’s character is a chemistry whiz that’s been diagnosed with lung cancer. With hopes of leaving behind a nest egg for his family, he turns to cooking crystal meth with a wily person from his past and drama ensues. Please. Please. GO watch it. Season 1 just came out on DVD, and at 3 discs (only 7 episodes) you can Netflix the whole thing in one night.

The only negative thing I could think to say about this show—besides bemoaning the short length of S1—is *maybe* the writers’ zeal for trying to say ‘crank’ in a different way each time it comes up. I am probably the least qualified person in the world to talk about things like crime, drugs, the streets, or, um, cred, but I’m pretty sure that drug people don’t sit around thinking “I can’t call it ‘scray-yo’ today because so-and-so already heard me use that one. Do I say ‘chicken’ or stick with ‘blatch’ or maybe go with ‘wizzle-wazzle’?”

But yes. Please check it out. I’m way impressed.

Q-Feel – Dancing in Heaven (Orbital Be-Bop)

Tears for Fears – Mad World

Hair Cut 100 – Love Plus One

Hall and Oates – You Make My Dreams Come True

Talking Heads – This Must Be The Place

some of the girls you’ll see on my site

Hey Mishka Friends and Fans,

I’m Ellen Stagg, Professional Photographer and Erotic Artist. You may have seen some of my work in the Mishka 2009 calendar. Well, I was asked to start blogging on here, and of course I said yes. Besides the fact that I love everybody at Mishka,  blogging on here sounded like so much fun.

So you may be asking what I’ll be blogging about? Well, I will be writing on here a couple times a week talking about new shoots of naked ladies I’m creating for my site, Stagg Street and of course the Mishka 2010 calendar. Plus I’m going to post some of my images of my smoking hot models like Madison Young, Ryan Keely, Aria Giovanni, Charlotte Stokely, Zoli, Mandy Morbid and Renee Perez that you see in the image above. Also, you can follow me on Twitter.

From here on in if you see that I have made a post here, you’ll know a sexy naked lady will be joining it. Hope its cool that I have crashed the boys blog, but I think a little bit of girl never hurt anyone, (especially when the girls are naked!!! tee hee)

I am not in Texas but if I was I would be going to do this tonight!

This game is destroying me. Perhaps it’s that I only ever give it an honest effort at the end of the night when I’m drunk and exhausted and in no state to win at anything. It’s more possible that it’s fucking IMPOSSIBLE. Not to mention after all the humiliation QWOP mocks with false statements like: “showing real courage” and “everyone is a winner” while my broken and humiliated athlete lays sobbing on the track. Would somebody please beat my personal best of 1.1 meters so I can become more frustrated?

It’s no secret that we have big sports boners for Alexander Ovechkin over here.  He pretty much embodies everything that’s “right” with the current day NHL.  He’s a true 50+ goal scorer, he’s got a laundry list of moves, he hits like a freight truck, he’s got a penchant for the theatrics and he’s colorful and outspoken unlike 99% of the bone-dry, dull-ass-hosers in the NHL.  If hockey was Street Fighter, Ovechkin would be Seth.  Plain and simple, he’s exciting to watch.

Now to many Canadian hockey fans – and to some core US fans with cable – you’ll know that Canuck-hoser-supreme Don Cherry thinks Ovechkin’s celebration are “idiotic”.  There’s been a one-sided sparring of words with Cherry shitting on Ovie as being un-Canadian (since when was he supposed to be Canadian) and his antics as being goofy (many of you longtime Cherry followers will know this is a code word for “European”). If you read between the lines, Cherry’s rant is a Klansman’s hair shy of being full blown racist.

So on the heels of Alex the Great’s 50th goal scored last night, during the post game interview, Ovechkin had this to say…

Golden. Again, this is why Ovechkin is great for the game.

Cherry on the other hand? When will you die already. Sheesh.

It Hugs Back – Inside Your Guitar (2009) [4AD] // Grade: C-

Aside from having possibly the worst new band name of 2009 It Hugs Back debut Inside Your Guitar is an altogether inoffensive yet utterly forgettable version of Yo La Tengo. As I’ve pointed out before, I don’t mind when bands wear their influences on their sleeves. But if all you’re going to do is take all of Yo La Tengos dullest moments yet none of their charm why even bother? To anyone remotely familiar with late 80s-mid 90s indie pop there is nothing here that hasn’t been done before…. no new twist, quirk nor a single song that would at the very least make you say “Now that’s the best Yo La Tengo song, Yo La Tengo never wrote!”

If evoking a feeling of indifference was the goal then Inside Your Guitar is wildly successful.