Wednesday, February 23, 2005
splattermail has moved
we have moved around the corner:
Please be so kind as to point your browser to:
thanks in advance.
Monday, February 21, 2005
sa blog awards
i'm not one to ask too much from anyone so i won't. instead, i'll just tell you that the sa blog awards are now in session.
voting will take 1 minute of your time. the salami and I would love to take home the grand prize of R20 so we can pay for the salami's chop extension. they didn't add on a lot, but lets just say, if he walks through any swing doors with his eyes closed he's going to bankok.
up and down
splattermail will be undergoing a facelift and general how's your father in the next few days. so please be patient. also, if you are using http://splattermail.blogspot.com to get here, please start using www.splattermail.org.
if you're using an rss aggregator, ther's a good chance a bunch of old messages will come flooding through again. we'll try limit this to a minimum if possible (but probably not). (we will keep the original feedburner rss url)
splattermail is commited to giving you, the "wasting billable hours" reader, the best we can dredge up from under any nook, cranny, granny, and crevice. please don't be pissed if the site is not available, it will only be for a few minutes at a time.
this is a recording.
(salami, please answer your vokkin' phone, you need to transfer the domain)
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Splattermail's Sosatie of the Month (courtesy of Jo'blog)
I'd like everyone to meet Kate. Kate, meet Splattermail. Kate is from KZN, and was one of the finalists in FHM's Homegrown Honeys competition. Which is not surprising in the slightest, I might add.
We have requested Kate to provide us with more photos of herself (because we can't possibly have too many, can we?), preferably in her underwear, but we've got wildly overactive imaginations, so we're not too fussy about that. So Kate - we're waiting with bated breath...
Well...what do you think?
Finally, but very importantly, full credit must
go to Rich...!
for introducing us all to Kate. Splattermail has merely "borrowed
" her, for want of a better word. We owe you big time, dude!
Now...Kate and I are going to enjoy some quiet time together, if you know what I mean.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
One of my mates in Cape Town is a devoted subscriber to a dating/scoring phenomenon affectionately known as "The Formula". "The Formula" is a method of female selection that took...um, let's just call him le Riche...years of painstaking research, experimentation, rejection, heartbreak, failure (enough already) to develop, and for as long as I've known him, it has consistently rewarded him with...well, "Formula Girls". Kudos.
Once you get past all the maths, chemistry and psychology, "The Formula" is relatively easy to explain, and can be summed up in one short equation:
X = short chicks + big tits
(an artist's rendition of "The Formula")
If we are all to follow the wisdom of le Riche, as he would no doubt advocate, then everyone should develop a formula of their own. Mine is quite simple:
X = Paris + Hilton
X = Gisele + Britney (before she got busted) + Jessica Alba
Take some time to work out your own formula. Mine is still very much in its conceptual stage, but I'm hoping to start with some practical experimentation next month. Probably in my bathroom.
Paris Hilton - full frontal!
YEAH!!! Now that's
what I'm twalking about! Check out this beautiful photo
of la Hilton
, in her full glory.
(...my apologies in advance)
Friday, February 18, 2005
conan's celebrity secrets
As i was closing off the week by listnening to my favourite mariachi selection, i came across this post over at chumpstyle. always been a huge fan of Conan, splattermail management is actually taking delivery of a Triumph the Comic Insult Dog, who just happens to be the funniest thing on four legs, DVD next week.
Snoop Dog secrets: "Before I was called 'Snoop Dog' I was called 'Snoop Doggy Dog.' Before that I was called 'Snoop Diggity Doggity Dogg.' Before that, I was just called, 'The Phantom.'"
good fight, good night.
Playboy | 50 years 50 images
"In honor of Playboy's 50th anniversary, Playboy.com presents the 50 most memorable images from the magazine's glorious photographic history. Selected from Playboy, 50 Years, The Photographs, this countdown features commentary by Playboy Photography Director Gary Cole."
Amongst the list of must-sees:
Can it really work?
If it does, I'm definately gonna start wearing clean underwear out. Because no-one likes chocolate-chip boxer shorts.
...and now he's the Devil
Saw this years ago, but stumbled across it again (thanks to Harps).
Some weirdo has dedicated a site
to educating people around the world on the terrifying true nature of everyone's favourite e-mail villain. The site starts off begging the question: "He has even less musical talent than John Tesh... His television shows are unwatchable... and yet He's one of the world's most popular stars... how has He done it?
Which is all very valid, when you think about it for a few minutes.
What follows is an empassioned, well-researched and entirely convincing attempt to answer what is arguably one of the most burning questions in modern times. And once you've finished reading, you too will punch yourself in the balls (or titties, if you prefer), because its just so obvious and you should have realised it years ago...that David Hasselhoff is the AntiChrist!
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Happy Birthday, Paris!!
Indeed! For today, a mere 24 years ago, the most beautiful creature ever to walk the Earth was born to the meek and humble Hilton family. Perennially tanned, eternally captivating, and blessed with a pair of sticks that not even God himself would beat upon His heavenly drums, Paris has become a bastion for all things good and pure in the world today.
The Salami and Splattermail wish you all of the best, Paris. We hope your 25th year brings you all the fruits you so deserve, and showers good fortune upon you and your kin. You will forever be in our prayers and dreams.
Jeez, I really, really want to fuck her little brains out now. Um, sorry.
Cape Town's 2oceansvibe
have compiled a beautiful gallery of everyone's favourite girl, but you'd better catch it before midnight (or so we believe).
Splattermail looking for a new home
Rooi'ters At the annual general barbeque last night, the salami and smg decided to look at the possibility of moving splattermail away from blogspot and on to a separate hosting solution. With a fatty peice of lamb flank in his fingers, smg hinted at the greater opportunities for more media rich web posts including links to video and pictures.
"but we don't have any moola" the salami replied with a meat frown.
The hunt has begun for a hosting sponsor. please send brief (1 to 5 words including thong shot) proposals to splattermail @ gmail.com.
We are prepared to say absolutely marvelous things about your company and even put a logo / optimised text link alongside selected thong shots.
Otherwise, we're just going to keep posting pictures of The Hof.
Jeez, I can almost hear
Toadie creaming his pants. Again. This movie has a helluva
lot of expectations to live up to, and some of the freakiest fans to please - kinda like the Lord of the Rings. So they'd better
not fuck it up.
Visit the official movie site
to find out more, and to see a *gasp* different preview.
So sorry, but our fucking stupid imagehoster is fucked and it refuses to give me any love. I'll keep trying, but in the meantime, visit Coolio's Babes
. Should keep you perverts happy for a while.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Because we just can't get enough
But honestly - who can?
This is just great. kind of reminds me of someone i'll never be...
Rockys Back // He's a lean mean supermarket machine - GOLD !!!
ps. (It's quite long so be prepared. Also may take really long to load on a slow connection.)
pps.(I saw it on some blog last night but forgot who it was. i think it was boing boing
, so thanks to them (i think))
[ the salami has chastised me via email for my
poor for mattinG of my posts,
now on, i will
oh yes, by the way, The Salami has vaginal warts
Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition 2005
Aaah. Its that time of year when the American Sports Illustrated magazine releases its annual Swimsuit Issue
. And they have rounded up a veritable bevy of belters for 2005, including supermodel Ana Beatriz Barros (above), and Olympic swimmer Amanda Beard.
I'm gonna keep my eyes peeled for a copy of the rag for myself...because a laptop just doesn't belong in the bathroom. If you know what I mean...
"Hide and Seek"
Last night I took myself off to The Zone to watch the new Robert De Niro
/ Dakota Fanning
psychological thriller, Hide and Seek
. I have to admit that I was sceptical of the movie after seeing the trailer a few times, and went in under the apprehension that this would at best be standard psych-thriller/slasher-horror fare. De Niro's last foray into the genre with 2004's abysmal Godsend
was, well, abysmal. This too was in the back of my mind.
Indeed, Hide and Seek
disappointed in this respect. It slavishly follows the well-established and over-exploited thriller formula, making extensive use of uncomfortable camera angles, eery lighting, long corridor shots, bumps and creaks and haunting music.
Following the success of The Sixth Sense
, it seems that every vaguely scary movie must
have some kind of fantastic twist towards its end, supported by little clues throughout the rest of the flick, in the naive hope that the audience will be blown away by the brilliance of the writer's Sherlock Holmesian mind. Yes, Hide and Seek
gives this a crack too, but fails rather dismally in pulling it off. Well, I think so anyway, having picked the ending like a broken nose (to quote some moron I know).
Having so bitched, Dakota Fanning, the little kleptomaniac that she is, once again steals the show. Her performance is captivating and terrifying - and goes further to prove that this little girl has a dramatic range and talent that makes Haley Joel Osment
look not unlike The Salami as Drunk No.1 in his high school's production of Oliver!. I was quite good, actually...or so my mother told me.
Robert De Niro puts in a solid, "denero-ish" effort, and competent supporting efforts by Famke Jansen
and Elisabeth Shue
and the Back to the Future
trilogy) add substance to an otherwise bland and uninspired story.
Importantly, despite the expected reliance on cheap scares and spooky cinematography, there were still moments during this film that made me curl my legs up and cover my ears.
So I guess its 7/10 Salami Slices for Hide and Seek
. Worth a watch, but wait for DVD.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Have a crappy Valentine's Day, love Osama
"WASHINGTON, DC—A new videotape of Osama bin Laden broadcast on the Arab satellite news channel Al-Jazeera Monday beseeched Allah to grant all Americans a "crappy Valentine's Day."
Above: Bin Laden tears up a "putrid Western Valentine's Day trifle" during his videotaped message.
"This Feb. 14th on the Western infidels' calendar, may all Americans receive no valentines from their beloved ones," bin Laden said. "May the homemade construction-paper mailboxes taped to the desks of the American schoolchildren remain empty, as well. May whomever you ask to 'bee yours' tell you to 'buzz off.'"
Bin Laden called for "romantic humiliation for all Americans of courting and betrothal age."
"[Bin Laden's] sinister call for romantic disappointment on Valentine's Day is yet another demonstration of the ruthless hatred this evil individual harbors for the American way of life," Bush said. "He directs rage at even our youngest and most innocent citizens, asking God to quash children's joy by making them receive, and I quote, 'only unwanted valentines bearing the laughable likenesses of out-of-favor pop-culture icons from the recent past, such as the Backstreet Boys and the creatures from Monsters, Inc.
Aaah, good 'ol Osama. And good on The Onion
for a smashing article. The full opus definately
constitutes Splattermail's list of recommended reading for Tuesday.
"Come Monday, as you pry open your fancy, red Russell Stover box, take heed," bin Laden said. "For in the place of tasty caramels and buttercreams, you will find the flaming sword of righteous jihad!"
Good stuff. And at least no American can say that he/she didn't receive a thought this Valentine's Day.
"The unkind would call it the battle of the bitches - referring to the dogs, of course.
Britney Spears and Paris Hilton are now exchanging claw marks not over their fame, beauty or money - but about their pet chihuahuas.
Singer Britney says the hotel heiress's pet Tinkerbell looks like a dog's breakfast. Her own three pooches - Bit Bit, Lacy Loo and Lucky - are far better turned out, she claims.
'My dogs are stylin' and profilin',' the Toxic singer wrote on her website.
'Von Dutch just sent them the coolest little clothes. My dogs are so much cuter than Tinkerbell (ruff! ruff!).' The celebrities, both 23, are rarely seen without their pedigree chums.
And the dogs have been snapped in a variety of designer gear. Bit Bit wore a lavish diamond-studded collar to the Billboard Music Awards in December.
Tinkerbell and Ms Hilton, meanwhile, sported matching outfits on reality TV show, The Simple Life. The dog even inspired this month's Paris Hilton jewellery collection. 'A lot of people admire Tinkerbell's look,' she said. 'So I included a glamorous pet collar.'
" This is London
Yawn. I feel almost bad for posting this because its such a pathetic excuse for gossip. The rags really piss me off sometimes. There's worthless news, and then there's crap like this. But because it puts my two favourite targets (and ingredients for a Salami sandwich) at loggerheads, I feel it must have some relevance.
And yet I'm over it already.