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Tweet This.

Twitter is like some socially acceptable and sought after form of paranoia, what with the “followers” and all. Who really has time to follow? Someone recently gave me a nice #beautiful compliment wanting to know why someone like me only had 72 followers. Simple answer: My iPhone twitter app, and Linkedin, for that matter, refuses to acknowledge that I am who my account says I am. Therefore, I don’t tweet. I don’t believe followers really exist. I have my own conspiracy theory about Twitter. People don’t really follow. They just join, and keep adding. It’s sort of like the email lists you try to unsubscribe to, but six or so months later, they show up again, like a weed in your Gmail garden. Or a virus that remains dormant. They keep coming back; be it from a local spa, a coupon scam or the Kabbalah center. If Twitter really has followers, then they are paid for profit individuals. Hired hands by Hollywood production companies, or independent entities. Companies need good ratings and branding, because maybe the Nielsen’s rating system has become inaccurate and obsolete. Words in the Twitter sphere are characters. When I think of characters, I recall interesting people; like Carol Burnett, Andy Kaufman, Joan Rivers, Amy Sedaris, Crispin Glover and his dad, Bruce Glover. But that’s just little ole me; someone with only 72 followers. 72 is very powerful number, so the Kabbalists say…

Shall I tweet today?

Shall I tweet today?

Twitter doesn't like Sky.

Twitter doesn’t like Sky.

Love,

Sky

Facebook is the new Myspace.

There’s a Wiki leaks, a Porn Leaks, and a variety of other leakish sites around, but what about Facebook? On the Facey Leaks site, you’d post what did actually  happen that day, and it would be similar and possibly more interesting than a very bad hair day. Your Facebook Leaks page would generate more hits,  and you’d find out who your true Facebook friends were.   Some forebode  Facebook will soon fall on it’s face.  If Americans didn’t spend so much time showing their good face to the world, they’d  see  more sincere faces on the figures surrounding them. But I know, It’s complicated. 

My Goodface Book Pic.


A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea. ~ Honore De Balzac

A blurred face is an honest face  ~ Sky Rodgers

Until I was thirteen, I thought my name was SHUT UP. ~ Joe Namath

I love you, Joe Namath.

SKY is on my FRIENDS List.

 

Love, Sky

RuPaul for President.

Liberal, Pretty and Pro-Titty.

 “Remember, this country was founded by a bunch of men wearing wigs!”…”Politicians are really like show people, people in show business — except that they have not as good costumes in politics.” ~ Rupaul

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall. Who’s the most undecided Voter of them all?

Hijabs, Sanitation and the Federal Reserve.

In lieu of the current political timeframe, and because of being an isolated, sole-provider loner MILF , I only catch glimpses of not so current events, and sound bites of much ado about nothing I would put my sanitized finger on.
I choose not to get political, because the political is too personal for most. Also, it is none of my interest what your political views are. Being that you probably live in the United States, you still have the right to choose many opinions and privileges. My only concern would be that you would not have the right to express them. You can take the girl out of the United States, but you cannot take the American out of the girl. With that, I believe:  Yes, the Federal Reserve will eventually destroy itself (as will Hollywood), no woman on the planet would willingly diminish her looks by wearing a hijab (they are only worn to appease bullies), and that one syphilis outbreak will not destroy the business of Porn. Those are a few dim views; and here is one from above..

Sky is not so federally reserved.

Love,

Sky

My Fortune Cookie.

I’ve had four of the same fortune cookie prophecies since New Year‘s Day. Am I chasing the Dragon of fortune cookie prophecy in this Year of the Dragon, or, more positively, are all transactions profitable?

Fortune Cookie’s Closure.

This particular Korean Diner knows where to transact for Chinese fortune cookies. I keep coming back, and not just for the red jello wedges my toddler takes pleasure in.

(no jello-wrestling photos of Sky at this time). 

Securing my Fortune.

Love,

Sky

My Old School Ass.

I love Laila Ali‘s version of the Dog on Yo Gabba Gabba (and sorry to hear her actual dog died last month). I watch the show often, its toddlerrific . Ali‘s Dog is a slightly more complex, yet user-friendly version of the Dog than the oneI remember as a toddler. And whatever happened to the Dog Catcher? Can you believe, that in some of our lifetimes, there actually was such a thing-a mobile, public canine control and remover ? Who Am I (What’s My Name)?, by Snoop Dogg , is what I hum on from time to time, and it  begins with the phrase ” Snoop Doggy, Dogg“instead of “Atomic Dog”, because of my age; and that I was coming of age at the time of Snoop Dogg’s initial release (he is but a year my senior). I gradually revert back to the original George Clinton tune. Both references are now old school; so the bloom is off the rose, either way. And the fact that this CD is still laying somewhere on the outskirts of my bedroom probably constitutes being old school, if only for the fact that its a CD, and I don’t own a CD player. My toddler does, though.

Not as Old School as Vinyl

Love,

Sky’s Old School Ass.

Sky

This Train Wreck Loves You.

On this day in 1963, this train headed for disaster, and the 20th century turned on it’s heel in a way it never had before.

 

This Train Wreck Loves You.

 

And I love this Tornado.

Can’t give up acting tough/It’s all that I’m made of.  -Neko Case

Love,

Sky

 

Joe Tremaine and Me.

I recently outed my somewhat transparent Side life to an old friend of mine. This Side of my life is obviously documented, and documentation requires honesty; at least to those you have considered family. What a load off it was-sending him this blog link.  My good deed for the day?

Though I have not seen the aforestated friend in many, many years, something has followed me around for the past 20 years: the Joe Tremaine Dance Conventions.

Decades before all the dance competitive TV shows- which I will not bore and list- there were a few conventions, well-known to adolescent dancers nationwide. Tremaine was top dog. As a teenager, I never missed a convention in my home state. Anyone of similar background knows who Barry Lather is. I memorized Lather’s choreography to Freak-A-Holic, by Egyptian Lover, and publicly performed it, at 15, on numerous occasions. More than a couple of decades past adolescence, I discovered my neighborhood was a mile or so shy of the Joe Tremaine Dance Conventions address. I would drive slowly past an empty building on Vineland Avenue. I recall a few unfulfilled attempts to attend advanced modern dance class. Once was a schedule conflict, and twice the classes were canceled. I’ve remained a rolling stone for much of my adult life for mainly personal reasons. Joe Tremaine always finds me. What a gem of an ex-dancer detector. Freaky is as Freaky does.

Love you, Double J,

Sky xo

Sociopath is the new Bipolar.

Bipolar would at once excite and spawn a private cringe, or question mark, at century’s end. It’s now but a few yawns away from a snore. I would cringe, myself, when my SO was accused, on occasion, of being a sociopath. Was it true? Or did all business ventures have risks? In LA, it was called Puffing. A McMansion of promises. Eventually, after waiting to exhale for a year or so, I was a fortunate soul who guilted Time Warner into giving me a free year of Showtime. Yes, Weeds, again, and yet a new ATF, House Of Lies. Don Cheadle (who, too, attended CalArts) plays a management consultant from a top-tier firm. His character, Marty, is accused on more than one occasion of being a sociopath by his trusted associate. Marty is quite a successful shark in deep waters, and so with every episode, I allowed myself multiple sighs of relief. Don Cheadle is exceptional, as always, in what he brings to the table. Again, it’s refreshing to see an enviable, succesful character be outed as a sociopath. Eventually, we all bend over for one team to pay our share of the ballpark’s lease. Who cares what team.  Pay to play, babe. We dig, frac and fill the holes, pull and inject skin until it’s too transparent to withhold the gentlest of  UV-B rays. But such is life, and why I now wear bangs. Bangs are the new Botox

Love, Sky

WEEDS Kudos to Dan Roebuck.

Dear Dan Roebuck,

Being a friend of a friend, we don’t know all that much about each other, but may I have the privilege to congratulate you on your awesome performance on the WEEDS season premiere.  I remember years ago, you offered up, through a phone call, sight unseen, your family’s gently used furniture for free; as you new I was apartment hunting in LA. A vouch from your friend  Duane Whitaker was enough for you . I declined, only because I was moving into an overpriced furnished bedroom for rent in a pre-foreclosed home. Fold.  I have admired Dan’s work, not just in and with the two fore mentioned friends on this blog, but in both TV and film through the years. Dan Roebuck, in my humble opinion, is the fair-haired working actor with slightly edgy humor, without going too dark, unlike what I consider an east coast counterpart, Alec Baldwin.

In my cyclic days of delusions of grandeur, I sometimes fancy of myself as the Nancy Botwin of the adult industry. I had been compared to her years before ever doing porn, or even watching WEEDS, which became a habit during my pregnancy (and Nancy’s, to be exact). What a sublime comparison.

Note: I can count on but a few piano fingers the men that I have had brief interludes with, yet still remain friends with, no grudges bared against me ( And they , the interludes, are not listed on the blog). I hope that Dan Roebuck’s wife does not stumble upon this blog, and get the wrong idea. But it’s apparent that I am a bit of an attention whore, and this is my domain, so nudie pic must follow…

Peace be With You, Dan,

Love, Sky

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