Glitter Bomb 6.0 - The Absolute Final Edition

Mark Rober continues to do God's own work, and hasn't made a bad video in 6 years.

This is no exception. Merry Christmas.

Up 19% In One Week

 

Not gasoline prices, thank a merciful deity; the outside temperature.

It's 79° outside just now. And a quite comfortable 50s at night. Shorts and t-shirt weather has returned to SoCal. Time to turn the fluorescent-tan fishbelly white legs and arms back to a healthy melatonin glow, but short of skin cancer. Looks like Vitamin D is back on the menu.

In Lieu Of Eye Bleach

In what will assuredly not be a regular feature around here, and solely to cleanse the palate, and wash away the foul aftertaste of seeing your current deputy undersecretary of Spent Fuel and Waste Disposition from the Office Of Nuclear Energy in all its festering hideous glory, we present for your enjoyment model, author, and fashion designer Dita Von Teese (aka Heather Renée Sweet). Formerly from Rochester, MI, currently from Hollywood, and doubtless starring in a few million men's dreams, still looking ageless here at 38 on the left, her current 49 on the right, and timeless for, well...ever.

In the words of Tony Stark, "I want one."

This is what an actual woman should look like posing on a red carpet. At least, if you go in for the utterly stunning sort of look. Rumor has it she has a portrait of herself that looks like absolute hell, and if I ever get invited over to her place, I promise I'll let you know for sure. Eventually.

Dita, unlike the offending post subject from yesterday, is all woman (sadly, we have no firsthand experience to testify to that fact). This is all of her we're showing you, because this isn't a porn site, not even soft-core, and frankly, the vision above ought to be enough for any ten red-blooded males. Besides, if you want to see more of her, she isn't hard to find on the internet, in all her glory. And that's all we'll have to say about that.

Any woman of 49 who can make Marilyn Monroe in her prime look like an ugly duckling is okay in our book. Much as I'd love a solid gold falcon encrusted with precious jewels, Sam Spade was wrong: this is the stuff dreams are made of.

You're welcome.

At Last, Something To Celebrate!