Before there was Borat...

There was MAHIR CAGRI! Check out his fabulous website. Thanks to Lady Pun for the good find.

I also just watched the entire first season of DA ALI G SHOW... waiting impatiently for the second season to arrive via Netflicks. His show is so much better than his movies.

Sacha Cohen is my newest crush. I love him!!

my new BFF

That's right, bitches. I made a new Best Friend Forever. Meet K-Train.

DYY and K-Train checking out the Thomas & Friends exclusive website.

K-Train giving DYY a big morning kiss.
(and yes, I'm wearing a muu muu)

Iran's president is a blogger!

Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad started his own blog (www.ahmadinejad.ir), and has begun to urge users to send messages to him. His blog includes a poll asking if users think the US and Israel are trying to trigger a new world war.

Now that's hot. I'm going to add his blog to my list of bloggin buddies shortly...

My newest addiction

Perhaps from my latest posts you could already tell? Yes, folks, DYY is addicted to celebrity gossip. I have been for many years. Whenever I have any free moments at the grocery store, newstand or airport, I would take those few vital minutes to peruse the pages of US Weekly (my favorite), In Touch, Life & Style, People... any and all of them if time allows.

The addiction is now exacerbated by my recent discovery of celebrity gossip blogs! Ironically, I learned about these countless sites in an article in Bitch Magazine. The article was entitled Web Spite and how gossip columns reduce female stars' worth to their physical appearence and fashion choices, blah blah blah... well, of course, they do! You see, for an addict like me, who understands all the social implications of these one-dimensional images, BUT loves this trash anyway... it's wonderful. It's like that stupid phase, it's the best thing since sliced bread... and it really is.

My favorite is Perez Hilton. He's this young plump gay guy who actually hangs out with many of the younger celebrities and gets to go to all the parties (I learned from one of his posts that he and the other more famous Hilton attended a BPM party that I rsvp'ed to but decided not to go... totally trippy but gross at the same time, right?). His site has the best gossip and is regularly maintained. He also has the funniest (i.e. meanest) comments. Plus, he loathes Tara Reid. As you can tell, he's my biggest pusher. I would be his whore.

I also bookmarked The Superficial , Jordon Is Your Homeboy, and A Socialite's Life, although they're not as good as Perez's. So when I am limited on computer time, I just read Perez's and catch up on the others later.

I know what you're thinking. Fuck you. Don't be judgmental. We all have illnesses.

Fuck you and your hummer!

(Check out this cool website for more F-U pictures.)

The good news out of Detroit is that the largest version of the Hummer – the 10,000 pound, less than 10 mpg, $150,000 Hummer H1 – is being scrapped by General Motors due to lagging sales.

However, sales for the entire Hummer fleet – including the H2 and H3 models which boast whopping 13 mpg and 16 mpg fuel efficiencies, respectively – TRIPLED nationally between March 2005 and March 2006. According to The Wall Street Journal "people are buying Hummers precisely because of high gas prices – buyers want the world to know they can afford the gas." (If you were wondering who the 29 percent of Americans are who still support George Bush, look no further!).

You down wit OPP?

Yeah, you know me!

Yes, readers, it's time for DYY's exegesis of expired-but-hardly-forgotten popular culture.

I was delightfully reminded of OPP when Blu-Tooth invited me to a 90's costume party last weekend. The invitation asked if I was down with OPP?

Well, you know me.

But it got me thinking... on those brisk autumn days walking to the subway station after school, when the boys shouted "Ya down wit OPP?", and the girls responded, "Yeah, you know me!", but without ever really knowing what OPP stood for. I remember being 15 years old and sitting real close to my am/fm clock radio to figure out the lyrics. The song was brillantly ambiguous.

Yet we continued to sing the song. And whenever anyone asked me if I was down with OPP, I knew what they wanted to hear, and I never disappointed. It was like a contagious disease, an addiction that I couldn't shake off... and only enjoyed more and more.

I used to think it meant Other People's Property. Later I realized it must mean Other People's Pussy or Other's People's Penis. Lady Pun recently mentioned it means Other People's Piss. If that's the case, however, no thank you. You can save that for R. Kelly fans.

According to the website, Urban Dictionary, OPP stands for all of these things, except piss...

I also checked out the Song Facts website, and learned that Naughty by Nature's Treach came up with the idea for the lyrics from a drug dealer in his neighborhood who used to move into other dealers' territories, and said he was down with O.P.M (Other People's Money). Treach liked the phrase, but as the lyrical genius that he was, he changed the meaning of the last P to what we know today.

I wonder, when Naughty by Nature made this song, and Hip-Hop Hurray, whether they knew their catchy lyrics would continue to resonate among people in my generation, as we all begin to enter our thirties, purchase homes and have families. And as my generation begins to experience divorces, foreclosures and mid-life crises, OPP will still stand the test of time. For this, I am forever grateful.

I hate tax day

Unlike you fuckers who are probably getting money back, my ass has to pay this year... and quite a bit, I might add. I'm very sad to depart with my hard-earned money. More sad knowing that my money will be used for military spending and killing Iraqis.

I guess I could be a War Tax Resister. According to the War Tax Resistance website, resisting war taxes is really very simple — don’t pay all the tax due on your annual Federal income tax form, or don’t pay the Federal excise tax on telephone bills, or both.

Simple is as simple does.

Honestly though, I'm scared of the IRS... more than the Boogie Man and Bloody Mary combined.

But don't be a pussy like me. Resist the War! Don't pay your taxes!

I promise to write when you're in Guantanamo...

Look what we found!

Homeboy is making it big. Here's an Apple I-Tunes ad of him looking pretty bad-ass.

BF discovered the ad on the Pandora website, which is one of my most frequented music websites at the moment. Based on the Music Genome Project, it finds new music for you based on your current favorites. You type in an artist or band, and the system will quickly and continuously find new music for you that is similar to your original preference.

You can build a favorites library and create music stations based on a particular genre. It's great and so useful, especially for people like me who love music but don't like to use much energy to find new music. Pandora is god-sent.

Staying true to slogan: Why pay more?

Although Wal-Mart is the largest retailer in America, almost one in six Wal-Mart employees in Pennsylvania were enrolled in the state's health care program for the poor and disabled last year.

For more information, read Los Angeles Alliance for a New Economy's (LAANE) fact sheet on Wal-Mart's wages, benefits and workers rights, or lack thereof.

It is confirmed...

I'm sure you all know by now, but it is true... Angelina is pregnant with Brad's baby. The LA Times published a story today that confirms her pregnancy, citing the almighty People Magazine! Don't you love journalism in Hollywood? I'm damn proud. But quite frankly, the whole pregnant thing didn't surprise me. Rather, I was stunned to learn that Angelina changed Maddox and Zahara's last names to Jolie-Pitt. What a stupid, stupid girl. Then again, this is the same chick that tattooed Billy Bob's name on her arm, and we all knew better then too. It's just unfortunate that her third world kids gotta be involved. Talk about identity crisis. Oh well.

Speaking of celebrities, BF and I found a neat website the other day when we were searching for those hot pics of Lindsay Lohan in Vanity Fair. We failed to find them. However, we did find Free Nude Celebrity Pictures. Don't bother checking out each celebrity like we did -- most of them were not naked as advertised. But the following celebrities were... you can thank me later. Alyssa Milano, our new mom Angelina Jolie, Anna Nicole Smith (which i recommend you must see), Brooke Burke, Charlize Theron, Demi Moore from her Strip Tease days, Drew Barrymore, Jenny McCarthy, and of course, Pamela Anderson.

I Heart Vince

My co-workers announced at lunch today that Vincent Gallo died. I was surprised, then bummed. The first time I heard of Vincent Gallo was during Thanksgiving weekend when we rented BUFFALO 66, which I thought was excellent. Since then, the movie has popped up in my thoughts from time-to-time.

I emailed the group of folks I saw the movie with and relayed the sad news. Jane responded that she couldn't find any details on the web. Harkim said our friend has a friend who has a friend who parties with Vince, so he'll find out. In the meantime, I searched the web and found Vince's official website, maintained by Vince himself. Dude... Vince is fuckin crazy cool. I had no idea. The shit on his website is brilliant. He has a merchandise section in which he sells his old crappy possessions, and people buy it! I love it.

I began doing more research on him and delightfully discovered that he's funny too. Funny in an arrogant insecure neurotic way, like his character in Buffalo 66. Super irreverant. Quite racist and homophobic... but c'mon... he's a fuckin Italian from Buffalo! You might think that comment's harsh (or racist), but I know Vince would appreciate it. Anyway, I decided I'm going to write him a letter... if he's still alive, that is.

Harkim was on the same tip. He forwarded to us this essay Vince wrote for Dutch Magazine. After I read it, I was hooked.

DYY formally declares herself a fan of Vincent Gallo.

Brown Bunny, anybody?