Les Stroud would be proud!

Gotta post this again because it’s funny!!

If you are familiar with “Survivorman” then you know Les Stroud goes out into the wild and has to fend for himself for seven days. Doug loves the series, and being the sexual-humor-driven man he is, came up with a parody to apply to his own series, “Doing Sh!t with Doug”.

I think Les Stroud would be proud. Doug’s is a sincere and good-natured take on the survival guru. Doug, himself, is the ultimate craftsman (and crassman). Ha!!

“Doing Sh!t with Doug: Survival – The Hollywood Hills”

Doing Sh!t with Doug: Living Around L.A.

All three episodes of “Doing Sh!t with Doug: Living Around L.A.” have us following Doug around Los Angeles, Huntington Beach and the San Fernando Valley to the various places he has lived. He’s got some funny stories, and the third one is my favorite because I got to throw together a small blooper reel. SQUEEEEE!!!

Enjoy!

[Doug's links: Doug Hawk Media, YouTube, FaceBook, Twitter]

Doing Sh!t with Doug, lots and lots to share!

What good is this goofy site if I can’t post what I want?? There seems nothing worth talking about here anymore, so what’s left?

Advertising!!

Suffice it to say that if you’re a Midwestern guy you’ll love it, if you are overly sensitive you’ll hate it, and if you’re neither of those things, uh… you’ll… love it? Well, decide for yourself.

Here’s “Doing Sh!t with Doug: Doug’s West Hollywood Tour”. This one is a good start!

Since there is no commenting here, you can visit my FaceBook page and comment. It’s somewhere on this page.

Otherwise visit Doug at his site: www.doughawkmedia.com/blog

YouTube: www.youtube.com/doughawkmedia

FaceBook: www.facebook.com/doughawkmedia

Twitter: twitter.com/doughawkmedia

And don’t forget to share, SHARE, SHARE!!!

Lydia Ann Lee has launched!

I’m laughing at my dorky title. What I mean to say is that ‘Lydia Ann Lee’ is up and running! I’m so nervous. I can’t really explain what I’m feeling because it’s hard to describe. I’m so proud of this (the Julie Meadows site) and everything it symbolizes in interpreting ‘Me, The Performer ‘ into ‘Me, The Person’. It’s not an easy task to go from sex worker to human being in our society, but I am grateful to the internet and to the blogging phenomenon because it has advanced communication in wonderful and accessible ways. It has made the task of translating my humanity much easier than it would be were I simply relying on a book deal.

www.LydiaAnnLee.com is a way for me to segue into life beyond. Beyond what? I don’t know. I want to take some college courses, start reading again, get back into art. I want to get involved in larger issues, too. I can’t say ‘beyond porn’ because I feel our world is made up of many elements, and I don’t have a problem with the adult industry, I’d just like a way to bring it all together from a more unbiased platform. I feel like my whole life I’ve added these layers to my personality, a kind of cocoon sarcophagus in extensions of myself and I want to drop it all in order to experience the euphoria of really spreading my wings. I’m equal parts all the roles I’ve played and I want access to them all and I can’t do that through only a porn star persona. It’s just not possible. But I’m not going into all of that here, because I have a suffucient explanation on the new site through the “About” page of the blog. This site isn’t going anywhere, and I may dip back in from time-to-time, but it’s nice to see a clear break for branching out and feeling more at liberty to communicate with people, because that is the main goal: communication. When it’s limited, it turns stale.

So, come hang out with me in my new place. I spent a lot of time making it more interesting in ways, while also stripping it down to be less busy than this site. I wanted ‘Lydia Lee’ but that domain belongs to an architect… which is awesome!, but still… My full name is the next best thing.

Love,
Lydia Ann Lee

No Supermoon here. It was too cloudy to see…

I went out with Doug to take some pictures of the ‘Supermoon’, but alas the sky was all clouds. I did get to see a moment of it, but the effect was more ‘creepy horror movie’ than ‘Supermoon’.

Radiation was supposed to make it here over the weekend. Doug and I prepared everything for just staying indoors, but then it rained. We’d heard no reports for rain until the rain hit, really. And then Doug relayed a story of a man out at sea as seven jets passed overhead releasing vapor into the sky. Could it be that these jets instigated the rain in order to save us from the levels of radiation being carried through the winds from Japan, however small those levels might be? Well, I don’t know, and while I don’t usually enjoy speculation, anything government-related is interesting, to me.

I’m receiving odd emails from someone named William Maziarski. Unfortunately, I think he expects me to write him back, but I don’t see a reason to write back. I barely understand what he’s saying.

March 18, 2011; sent at 1:21am “im dollar bill from queens ur rant is alot like mine with better spellin” — God I hope so.

And yesterday at 11:58pm “denise richards she is better lookin than u so is bree olson” — Being prettier than me isn’t hard for many people, but being as or more vapid than Denise Richards is impossible. (lol) I’m kidding! I couldn’t help myself. I do not know her. But wait, they have Charlie Sheen in common. Am I to surmise that this person is stuck on Charlie Sheen women? And what do I have to do with any of that? I never hung out with Charlie Sheen…. or did I???

I was thrilled when TMZ edited me out of some ‘Sheen and women’ photos, but now I must post the original pictures to prove… uh, what am I proving? Oh, who cares! It’s Sunday and raining for goodness’ sake! SQUEEEEE!!!!!!

Out and About with Doug and Lydia: Memory Card Run

This is an old one, but I finished it last night. It was going to be really long but I cut it down because it plays better without the really dumb joke I was trying to tell about the “Big Mouth Frog.” (lol) Maybe one day I will relay that one.

Happy Friday everyone!!! Be safe and try to stay clear of those weirdos who run video while they’re driving.

Birthday Stuff!!!

I know it’s Valentine’s Day, but I received a treasure trove of goodness in the mail over the weekend that has recreated my birthday all over again, and I have to share!

I am sipping a glass of wine from my friend EH, a 2008 bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon called “120″, I’m listening to Frank Zappa’s album Over-nite Sensation, and I’m flipping through a multitude of gift nuggets from M. Dawson Holland. Post birthday gifts ROCK!!!

“She said she was
A magic mama
And she could throw a mean tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know”

The cab is a sinewy blend of plum and currant. The initial impression is that of spice mixed with caramel, and the unfolding aftertaste is lemony and smooth. It’s a full and delicious Chilean wine that I’m savoring as I finger through my other goodies. Thank you, EH!!!

Dawson’s gifts are quite eclectic and wonderful…

I’ve never seen Brazil or Life or Brian. I’ve never heard a Frank Zappa cd. Never seen a National Lampoon magazine or a Howard The Duck magazine (for Doug), and the book is Ian Fleming’s Casino Royale, also for Doug.

Ha!!! This cover is just hysterical, and the contents are just as gut-splitting! Dawson has tried to convey to me the genius that was the National Lampoon circular, but nothing says it better than the real thing. From an ad for Frog shirts and sweaters (a parody of the Polo brand), to an ad about which panty liner prostitutes prefer, I nearly shat myself several times. And listen the actual articles are brilliant, but I’ve never seen a comedy-based magazine make fun of ads quite like this.

CALVIN KLEIN: Fashion kneepads for the working girl.
“Nothing comes between me and the floor.
Except my Calvin’s.”

Hysterical!!! And after a bit of fun, TIME magazine really lends an alternate view of the time.

It’s December 1980 and John Lennon has been murdered by Mark David Chapman. The world has lost a compassionate and talented singer-songwriter, human rights activist and purveyor of peace; a genius and cultural icon. John Belushi is still alive and promoting the movie Continental Divide, President Reagan announces that Americans are using less fuel, and cigarette ads get two full pages in the middle of the magazine.

By the time the Zappa cd has cycled through, I have a cd full of jazz music to enjoy, courtesy of Dawon Sr. and after that, a montage of video sequences I’m sure will delight my senses. And if all of this isn’t enough generosity, a manuscript awaits my reading.

I’m overwhelmed and grateful. I have a treasure trove of gifts and happiness and warm memories because the real treasures are my friends, both remote and near. Thank you EH and M. Dawsom Holland! Thank you to all my friends and I hope you enjoy a Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

“Busy Bee” Honey confirms end of the world

Doug will sometimes upend a bottle of honey into his mouth because it satisfies his sugar fix without having to go to the store and buy something special. He’s been doing this since I met him and it had never been a big deal in the past, but yesterday it was a big deal. Oh yes… it was…

All I heard was, “Oh shit!” When I spun to face him his eyes were wide and he was looking at the back of the honey container. “Honey almost never goes bad, but guess what the expiration date is on this bottle of honey.” I paused. “Today?” He shook his head, smiling. “No. Guess again.” I gave it a think and said, “2012?” He said, “To be specific, 12-21-12. The day everything is supposed to end,” and for extra emphasis, “The last day on the Mayan calendar.” We just stared at each other and then laughed. Holy frijoles! Now that is auspicious! When a food that is usually edible for an indefinite period of time expires on the “End of Days”, you know that is an omen. Doug carefully placed the magic honey back into the cupboard and we walked into the living room. After seating himself on the couch, I asked him how he felt, for the purposes of journalistic accuracy. He gave me a withering look and picked up a book.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Technorati and other senseless musings

This is going to seem like a very strange post, but I signed up for an account at Technorati (I swear I had already signed up two years ago), and to verify my blog as being mine, I have to paste this code into a new post: 34PAGKSPRCQC

Great, but now what? Now I’m going to vent about dumb shit.

First of all, I downloaded some great zip files for social network icons: FaceBook, Twitter and the like. Thing is, some zip files contain up to thirty different buttons. What the hell are they? This is where I should mention my coming across Technorati and remembering it as a resource for blogs. But everything else? Digg? Is this something people use a lot? I barely use LinkedIn, but honestly, if I had to use more than FaceBook and Twitter I would probably blow a gasket. I guess they work for different things but it seems a bit excessive.

What else? Oh! I went to 7-11 tonight to grab a six pack of beer because I just wanted one, and there was a line out of the parking lot because two cab drivers decided it was more important that they stand by their cars talking to each other than it was to move and allow prospective patrons to park and spend money at the store. They could see the line of people waiting, with me in front, they just didn’t care. Thankfully, I’ve been meditating and though my blood was boiling, a calm voice was very clear in my mind. ‘You are not going to pick a fight with two cab drivers no matter how pissed off you are.’ When I was finally able to park, I flew into the store and went off on the manager. I didn’t yell at him, I just expressed my frustration about the cab drivers watching everyone in their idling cars and not giving a shit. The manager was sympathetic. “They do that all the time. They don’t care.” The disdain in his eyes and voice were clear, but I couldn’t help myself. “It’s been tough parking here in the past, but that’s obnoxious. I want to spend my money here, but that,” I said pointing towards the lazy, indifferent scene through the sticker-riddled glass, “will keep me away next time. I mean, come on! It’s Saturday night! Why come here when I can go somewhere else and park without a problem?” His eyes flared and he went out and yelled at the guys to leave. By then two cars had parked behind me, blocking me in. I clenched my jaw, rubbed my forehead and Jedi mind tricked myself into not going berserk and looking like a freak. ‘You will not go berserk and look like a freak.’ It worked. I did not attack the latina woman who was also lollygagging in the parking lot. I simply waited and then drove away.

Anything else I can vent about right now while I post a number so Technorati will know this blog is mine? Why the hell do I care about Technorati? Hmm… I guess that is the perfect ending, isn’t it.

A Wonderful Birthday

I had a wonderful day yesterday! I slept in, then was awoken to find my friend Stacy calling me, singing “Happy Birthday” just off key enough to shatter glass. Believe me, Warner Chappell would forego the royalties on this rendition, but that’s the point, and I wouldn’t want it delivered any other way!

Doug made pizza and I played with Shadow and my bun-bun. I worked on a friend’s site and responded to many, many Happy Birthday wishes on FaceBook. I got a phone call from my son, then a phone call from my sweet mother-in-law. That was a very special moment of my day. I miss them both terribly.

After Doug got off work we went to The Psychic Eye where I picked up a tiger eye stone, hematite and a big fat scarab. We perused the movie section at Borders Books looking for Boogie Nights, found it and put it back. I just really didn’t feel like paying thirty dollars for a movie at that moment. We ate at The Habit–my first time–and it was delicious. For a quick little burger joint, it was very good. Charbroiled burger patty, sweet potato fries… yum!  The vanilla milkshake Doug bought was really good, too. Then we went to Best Buy to replace a chord on our dvd player and found Boogie Nights at a cheaper price, stopped by the wine store for a bottle of cabernet sauvignon and headed home. We watched some of the movie while I sipped my wine and then I’m not going to tell you what happened next, but I will say that between all these simple little things I wanted to do, the phone calls, all the Happy Birthday wishes on FaceBook, the funny “cats singing” card from Jim, cards from relatives and friends and the email from my good friend Michael promising many, many laughs and good memories to come while watching Patton Oswalt perform in March, all-in-all it was the best birthday yet!

Thank you, my friends! Thank you for sharing this life experience with me. It keeps getting better all the time.

Older Entries »