So I still check my MySpace. Yes. I know Facebook is superior. But I still check my personal MySpace about about two to three times a week. Because I am an internet addict who blogs.

Normally I immediately reject any friend requests from bands who I do not know. Recently, however, I made an expception to the rule because this one band had such a sweet picture. I took a second, listened to their music, and was blown away. As I’ve expressed before, I am a sucker for lo-fi sound. Also a sucker for  lo-fi electronic music. And these guys sucked me in with their charm and grace and amazing style, and as I can’t seem to find anyone who’s blogged about them, I had to do it here.

Gentlemen, please meet The Hmmm.

The Hmmm are two dudes, Hayden and Jacob, who claim to be husbands. They  out in L.A. who have totally fresh style and do a totally post electro-clash version of lo-fi indie electro. Also, I have mad internet crush on both these boys. They’re way cute, which always makes music sound better, right? I sure hope they’re swingers, because I would love to get in between that.

Reasons why they are the most crush-able lesser known indie act online after the jump. Read More!

My boyfriends are always shooting at me. I figured I might get a bullet proof vest, but I think there’s a much more fashionable option here. This fine woman has found it, as Fox 4 News reported. She put a lot of money into that weave!

[thanks to Marlon for the tip.]

Are fringe shades the new shutter shades? I was really hoping I’d be able to find these for purchase on St. Marks sometime soon but no one has appeared to fill the market void. Has anyone seen these for purchase anywhere?

Because I am just SUCH A DIVA!!!1!!11!! I definately need a pair of these. And when you can’t find something in the stores (stores = on the street for 10 dollars or less on St. Marks). It means it’s time to do it yourself. Caft night!

My buddies at Steeez and I are having a little blogger party, and my goal for the night is to successfully make a pair of these for myself. While everyone else plays board games and drinks, I plan on sitting in the corner frustrating myself with my lack of small motor skills and knowledge of craft. Here’s a basic diagram of how these spectacular spectacles are made (after the jump): Read More!

This is amazing. If the USA had hot army ads like this maybe I’d be a war mongering American stereotype. I don’t even like women and I want to be surrounded by this bevy of beauties serving me vodka. Also, are the Ukrainian  special forces all male models or is it just that Eastern Europeans are very attractive?

Hi.  Vagenius here, GMSC co-founder and the site’s resident former “Internally Homophobic Vigilante,” as my therapist once put it.  Now, while in the past I’ve used this site to essentially slam gay men for demonstrating endless hypocrisy and self-defeating, inadvertently retrogressive behavior, that doesn’t mean I hate all gay men.  Because I don’t.  Nor do I hate myself, and nor do I wish I weren’t gay.  ‘Cuz, hey, I’m fine (not “fawww-ine,” but, y’know…fine).  (Well, maybe fawww-ine, too, depending on whether or not I’ve shaved.)

You know what’s not fine, though?  When gay elves with your Mom’s haircut are given the chance to flaunt their self-important “issues” (at the cost of one tragically overweight gaychaser’s dignity).  Even less fine?  That such an opportunity is provided by the Original Mess herself, Ms. Tyra Banks, whose talk show has either replaced Jenny Jones’s as the most retarded ever, or this is just what happens when something isn’t hosted by Oprah (I wouldn’t know, because I only watch Oprah when the episode description guarantees that the show will be OFF THE WALL BONKERS).

Despite his lilting, Hills-inspired falsetto and the vest he stole from a baby tuxedo, openly gay 19-year-old Shane considers homosexual men weaker than heterosexuals men.  According to Shane, people with penises are “supposed to be Alpha” (which Tyra brilliant describes by impersonating Tim Allen’s entire stand-up routine). “The majority of gay guys are effeminate,” he says, before adding that “if they want to be girls, they should get a sex change or sometheeeng???”

Uh, Shane?  Before you suggest reconstructive surgery to the limp-wristed, you might want to shave that putrid pussy off of your chin.  I, too, once had a goatee (in high school), but I also thought I was a “nu jazz” musician at the time named Soul Patch.  So at least I had an excuse.  You’re just awful, and that’s only made clearer by the pubes growing down your face.

Anyway, yes, the kid’s argument is, indeed, ridiculous.  We can all recognize that. Read More!

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys. I hope all you single men go out and get laid and that all you people in meaningful relationships do something you love together.

I’m currently in Dublin visiting my sister. I thought they might not have Valentine’s day here, but they do. I couldn’t escape. But the good news is I get to hit on European men while I am here. I made this Valentine just for the event of a hot vacationship while I am here.

This is made with color pencils and glitter glue. Just call me Martha Stewart. Can’t wait to see more of gay Dublin tonight!

Blogs were talking about the Grammys yesterday, and now I cannot get M.I.A’s fashions out of my mind. I literally spent a good amount of time checking my Google Reader to see if Go Fug Yourself had updated and finally given their opinion on her flawless maternity wear. Do you think A Pea In A Pod will carry that polka dotted diaper thing what she wore on stage? While I highly doubt that The Smithsonian will ask M.I.A. to memorialize her outfits in the museum like they did Aretha (To which she replied, “It would be hard to part with chapeau”), I have to wonder… is M.I.A. the next Aretha Franklin’s Giant Bedazzled Bow Hat?

So let’s play a game. Who wore it better? I’m personally more partial to M.I.A.’s outfit upon arrival, her peacock blue pan-African potato sack dress,  than I am to the sexy cow-print diaper she wore on stage. So here it goes — who wore it better?

M.I.A:

Or me:

Fashion explosion!

Salma Hayek was on Nightline breastfeeding starving children in Sierra Leone.

[Video via Videogum]

So this must mean that Salma Hayek is part of my possibly favorite culture/political movement ever, the Lacitivists. These ladies believe it is the woman’s right to breast feed in public. The thing is I totally agree with them. I don’t think there’s anything they stand for that I disagree with. However, there’s something about the lengths these women will go to exhibit their pride in breast feeding that really brings this movement into a silly space that I can’t help but marvel at. Witness La Leche International’s entire line of clothing for proud lactivists. Also the name! LACTIVIST! All it does for me is conjure the following image:

Feed the world, Salma! You go!

Witness “Fix My Dick.” Not entirely sure what this is, because Google doesn’t yield much and all the description says is that it’s by someone who goes by Christeene. But I do know this: I kind of have a crush on the bearded guy.

Update: A really sweet fan of our blog here sent in this video originally and just provided me with an awesome story about this video.

I can share with you what I know. Christeene is the alter-ego of drag queen Rebecca Havemeyer and actor/performance artist Paul Soileau. I’d seen Paul perform a couple of times and then he showed up at my birthday party last month and I got to visit with him a bit. A lot of my friends in Austin have been talking about this video since the shoot because it was apparently in some skanky apartment complex that really smelled, along with the fact that the man-dancers apparently like to rock their underarm man-funk. Hard.
As we all do in Central Texas, intentionally or not.

I don’t wear deodorant because I like to rock my underarm man scent myself. I get away with it but it’s a lot colder up here in Brooklyn.

So me and some friends, like.. a year ago back when I had hair and hipster glasses, made a music video to “Careless Whisper.” I only sing George Michael and Elton John songs when I go to karaoke and this is one of my standards. This is what happened when we made a video inspired by my karaoke antics:

I am kind of dying… I’m so happy it finally got edited. But it’s ridiculous and I forgot what I looked like back when I had hair and no tattoos… so it’s.. bittersweet?