Set Phasers to H

I am a nerd. Most of the time. I have accepted this. That standing, i cannot wait for Star Trek to open ... Zachary Quinto makes me WET.

... But that's another post.

I was reading May's Wired magazine (i love Wired) and they had an article on artist Neville Page. He designs monsters and aliens for movies ... or so Wired told me.

Here's why this is interesting:

"Meet a monster that literally looks like ass-the Star Trek critter Page calls Big Red, a lobster-hued snow-planet scourge that shows up to attack James T. Kirk. "The brief was, it needs the most disgusting mouth," Page says. He considered crabby, finger-like oral appendages, then decided there's nothing ickier than the sight of a prolapsed rectum. (Yuck. We agree.) For reference, Page hunted down hundreds of pictures of that unfortunate condition. "If the government saw them," he jokes, "I'd be institutionalized.""

Wired Magazine, May '09

Lol

i blame the pnm

see more here

Fags are not to be Loled at!

Oh Catface, you tell the story of our struggle soo succinctly in your delightful little cartoon.

I know, because I am a Mess.

Idol

I'm very surprised at myself for not doing an Idol post as yet. So here goes.

I really like this season, there have been better overall, but its been a while since we've had a clear winner so early on in the compettition (Kelly, Carrie).

Adam Lambert IS going to win, he is, and any bitch that wanna contest me on that go get cut something fierce. Tranny is THE sauce.

'Nother thing, in case anyone is still unclear (go figure?) girl is a FLAMING HOMOSEXUAL. there is nothing bi about him, and to say so is an insult both to him, and to your intelligence. I have the WORST gaydar, and even i knew without having to see this, or this:



He is a H M and i LOVE HIM

PS, Kris is cute in kinda sorta way, but his weird lips freak me out, his mouth brings to mind a gaping wound, 'specially when he's singing.

From the Annals of Inappropriate Behaviour

hey guys

Hey guys and/or gals. As you may have noticed, the melvin has been missing in action for a few days. I've been busy these past weeks getting an internship, putting my life together, being a desperate mess, you know the deal. anywho, I'm back at last. So unbunch your panties, warm up the vibrator and get ready to reflect on our collectively messy lives. Peace yall!!!

In the End

Too bad all you Jessie fans, but, you should have seen it coming.

Honestly, i think the right person did win, i mean, Ben really was the only one who could actually surf. The others were just there to flounce in the water and look pretty, or, in the cse of poor Brennan, chunky and lesbionic.

I must also clarify that i am suddenly finding myself significantly less attracted to Ryan. I have a policy against fantasising about boys who drag.

I still love him, though i'm not sure if i'd let him bend me.... yea, i know... as i was typing it i didn't believe it. But, i'm a dfag, so i'm permitted to break my convictions.

....he's just so cute.

We will miss you surf camp, until next .... summer?

I am fond of Simon Cowell

Not distinctly faggy, but sometimes its good to be amused by senseless things

Third world Democracy

I had that dream two nights ago

SoM whore

charlie boy

a new dance

the song is alice practice by crystal castles btw

Faster than one's slowest friend

(insert bondage ref.)

asofterworld

They have so many good ones i could feature, so i just chose one. Check them out.

i was a nigger...before this war

found this guy's work and i liked it

Glenn Ligon - No Room (Gold) #47

post-colonial post-utopia

Somewhere in between the crowded beds of Port of Spain General and the murders that litter every tabloid page, you’ll probably find the dying nationalist dreams of our independence era. I’m not sure of exactly when or exactly how it got there but I’m certain that it did. If the old folks are right, at some point in time in our histories we had dreams of nation building, cultural autonomy and all that good stuff, now we dream of metropolitan educations and metropolitan passports.



Not that I’m treading on anyone’s vision of success. Like most of my “peeps”, I also can’t imagine anything short of a scruffy/cultured/unstable off white boy and a seven figure salary that could make me want to spend to the rest of my life in Trinidad. But as I pack my suitcases for the long voyage to expatriate glory I can’t help but wonder how it all got like this. How a fiercely nationalist, 1960’s Trinidad grew to have the third highest rate of emigration per capita in the world.



I think part of it has to do with culture. There are a lot of kids out there who are simply bored out of their panties with most of Trinidad’s cultural/entertainment offerings. You’ll see us sleeping on the barstool of sky, against the plastic trees in zen or on top your unwashed (ex?)boyfriends saying that we’re tired/drunk/sorry but what we really mean is please give us something better to do. Not that stimulating alternatives are going to make people feel safer leaving their houses or create jobs for Yale graduates with their PhD.’s in 16th century East-Persian erotic poetry, that only god and some opportune kidney cancer (Manning joke!) can see to. But, I definitely think they’re a small start towards a Trinidad that heavy boozing artsy fags and Nabokov reading scholastic over achievers alike could feel more at home with.

Messy's Moods, or: Boys That Gag

(Her grace has forbidden us from embedding her official videos.)

It seem that we cannot escape the great Lady Gaga, and the unstoppable vortex of faggy mess that accompanies her everywhere she goes and clings to everything she touches. I’m not sure exactly what it is, but Trini bullamen can’t seem to get enough of her.

Maybe ‘cause she brought her career into the mainstream on the stage of Ms. Universe. Perhaps due to her overall drag-queen-ness (platinum-blonde wig and black bumblebee glasses, calls to mind a boy I know). Personally it’s because (on good days) she sings the songs my heart would write.

Our love for her seems to go beyond the rational. How else does one justify perpetuating a(several) facebook group(s) solely dedicated to an attempt at persuading her to visit our little Isle?


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I hope you all got the title’s pun, if not. Leave. Leave this blog right now!

The elephant is getting low self-esteem from the media

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www.hotghettomess.com

Speaking of trannies

...steelpan boldly goes where most Trinidadians dare not...
SWEDEN!!!

Poz n Proud: Trinidad's very own Saucy Pow

only when you can take a bullet to the brain...








So what do you guys think about Saucy. Is Saucy's ability to burn the flame brightly, where ever he/she goes, a sign of a more tolerant Trinidad or do heteros simply see him/her as a cultural clown with no real bearing on the status quo? Post a comment and let us know what you think.

Messy's Moods

My moods are ephemeral and highly malleable, to which Melvin can attest.

I guess as a side-effect of bottling up and storing away all inconvenient emotions, I wear my fluctuating moods on my sleeve. Sleeves that I change every day (at least as many times as I bathe).

I can almost guarantee that my mood for any given day is determined, or at least directed by the last song I hear on the radio on my way to work that morning.

So, without any further ado, well.... maybe a little ado....

.... ado

I present: Messy's Moods

ceci n'est pas un bordel

via digg

Suddenly feeling to mall

My Boredom

My boredom is omnipresent and opressive. But it gives me alot of time to read webcomics (as well as regular ones).

I'm a big fan of xkcd.com. They always make me think, and I like that. But I'm not a computer programmer, nor a physics major, so sometimes they go over my head

Good example:














The word "Genetic" makes me think I should get it, but i don't. If anyone can explain this to me, I'd very much appreciate it.

It's an Aussie thing

I think it might be the accent, but i'm not sure. I just find them soo cute (cept... of course... the uggos).

I've been folllowing this year's season of Surf Camp, religiously checking Youtube waiting for the new sessions. We've reached session 4 out of 5, but if you've not been following it, its still not too late to catch up. (link)

I was most distraught when my beau Ryan got voted off in session 3. He was soo cute, but a flaming queen. I'm not usually interested in the more feminine men, so he's definately the gayest man i've ever been attracted to.

Brennan.......bleah!

If you do decide to sign up and vote (samesame.com.au), i shall not influence your decision. I'm just happy that bitch Brennan is gone (session 4). I hope he gets eaten by sharks. Big, ugly, heterosexual sharks.

carnival

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Turn Into


After being threatened by police, eluding sobriety and watching my ex crush play with someone's dick, I think this carnival definitely qualified as eventful. Although it wasn't new, it wasn't intense or anything greater than all it had been before, I left d' mas this year feeling a little more content than I think ever have.

I'm not a fan of fags, soca and partying (of which there was much this carnival) but I am, however, a fan of the quiet and sometimes personal moments that come afterward and in between (of which there were enough).

I think alot of it had to do with this kid that was staying with me: the aforementioned ex crush. I used to think of him as a sort of insensitive whore, not really the kind numb with resentment but rather the kind that simply doh cater. I wasn't entirely wrong but I wasn’t entirely right. He was pretty similar to me in a lot of little ways that I guess only someone overly self conscious about being "different" would notice, reminding me a lil bit of myself when I was 15. He was still verily a tusty mess much like I was, much like I guess most of us were.

What made every thing special was that he got my whole rant about not simply reacting to the environment. That it’s not necessary to be a cunt to people simply because they are cunts to you, not simply as a matter of altruism but one of self interest as well (because seriously, who likes cunts). Cunty behaviour only begets more cunty behaviour. Crazy buller behaviour only begets more crazy buller behaviour. The cycle sort of continues ad nauseam. And, at some point you begin to want to get out. I did and I felt like at some point he would too.

On the maxi ride home he pointed out a hawk (or something so) hovering over the ocean.
I was very much like "wow, I thought only hummingbirds could do that."
"It isn't hovering," he said, "it's flying against the wind"

filthy poets

casual conversation between messy and melvin

HIOOOO *in unison*