Sunday, January 31, 2010
The iPad vs. A Rock

Thursday, January 28, 2010
My, but that's a pretty graphic ad for a bidet

True story: a friend of mine exchanged birthday cards with Zelda Rubinstein

There were a handful of cool kids in the music room, but they were totally outnumbered. The closet cases stuck together near the back of the risers  -- us and the fat kids. (There was some overlap.) Even when I stopped singing in college, my allegiance to nerds and other social misfits remained strong. It still does. I have family and friends who run with the Cool Kids, but I've never felt comfortable in those packs.

Holy crap, I keep getting sidetracked. This is not meant to be about me. This is about Zelda Rubinstein, the woman perhaps best remembered for her turn in Poltergeist, but also a devoted friend of the LGBT community and one of the first Hollywood types to become involved in HIV/AIDS outreach and education. Short and heavy-set, with a curious voice, she was an unlikely actress -- an outsider if ever there was one -- but maybe that's why we loved her so much, and why the feeling was clearly mutual.

I was sad to hear of her passing yesterday, but kind of excited to learn that one of my friends used to exchange birthday cards with Zelda. It's like a brush with a brush with amazing fame.

Thursday morning eye bath: Ben Cohen

Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Video: Mardi Gras, 1956

[via BoingBoing]

Free music to commemorate a terrible year

Need some new music for the gym? Or would you simply like to pay homage to the crappy craptacularity of a year gone by? DJ Dupuy is here to help, and as always, he's offering his services for free.

Terrible people arrange for you to see Gary Coleman's nads. Maybe.

Despite reports of a "Good Samaritan" bailing Gary Coleman out of jail, two producers are claiming they're responsible for Coleman's freedom as part of a trade-off involving video of the actor's genitals.

According to the Salt Lake Tribune, Coleman fan Jarrod Clarke says he put up the $1,725 for the actor's release.

"I'm just a Good Samaritan, I guess," he told the newspaper. "He just had a sad [mug shot] picture."

...

Yet two filmmakers are telling a "diff'rent" story. In a statement, the producers say the "Diff'rent Strokes" actor OK'd nude footage to appear in a forthcoming straight-to-DVD mockumentary in exchange for bail.

"The footage in question occurred during an improvised moment in a shower scene when Mr. Coleman attempted to break up a fight between two little people," the producers said in a statement.

"During the scuffle, Mr. Coleman's robe split open to reveal more than he had planned. The producers stand behind their position that Mr. Coleman signed multiple documents allowing any and all footage, including both scripted and unscripted moments, to appear in the film. The producers simply agreed to bail out Mr. Coleman as an 'olive branch' and to avoid any potential litigation," the producers said in the statement....

[full story at NBCLosAngeles, emphasis totes mine]

It should go without saying that if the second story is true, the people behind Coleman's release are terrible, terrible people. Yeah, they'll probably make back their $1725 investment tenfold, possibly fifteenfold, but they'll forever be known as the guys who forced one of America's former child stars to pull a Coco. Worse: Coleman was a beloved child star -- not like that unbeloved Linda Blair [NSFW], who willingly chose to drop her top for Oui or whatever.

I don't know about you, but I couldn't live with all that on my head.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Peaches goes MILFy, enjoys glowstick bukakke. (Yes, it's SFW. Mostly.)

Monday, January 25, 2010
Bump-It. Bump it. Bump. It. Bumpit. Etc.

Donatella Versace. Topless. At the beach. [NSFW]

The glamourous ball of silicone, botulism, and melanoma known as Donatella Versace has been spotted going topless at the beach. Obviously, it's no big deal to her. And you know, props to a woman of some age sporting half a bikini in public. But, um, perhaps Helen Mirren is a better example to follow:

Sunday, January 24, 2010
In case you did not see that video of Bradley Cooper at the Croatian nude beach...

...here is a video of Bradley Cooper at a Croatian nude beach. It is, regrettably, pretty safe for work. Unless maybe you work at a Christian bookstore, in which case: why the hell are you working on a Sunday anyway?

New reads: "Dear Dad" and "Jack in New Orleans"

Now is as good a time as any to point out that two of my most talented friends have begun writing (again):

• Chriso has maintained blogs before, but his newest project is a bit different. It's called, Dear Dad, and his posts consist of letters to his late father. I know I'm not doing a very good job of selling it, and I'm making it sound depressing, but you'll just have to trust me: Chriso is smarter than that. He is also a very good drummer. And funny. And cute. And single. So, you know, go for it, fellas.
  

• Jack has begun a blog called, appropriately, Jack in New Orleans. If you've seen any of our shows, you might know that Jack has writing credits on The Titanic Adventures of the Love Boat Poseidon and Carrie's Facts of Life, among other titles. He also plays a mean lady. I'm happy to see him on Blogspot, but I think he'd really thrive on Tumblr. Perhaps I will introduce him. Or them. Whatever you call it when you introduce people to inanimate objects.
  

Anyway, in case you're looking for more time-suckage: YOU'RE WELCOME.

Saturday, January 23, 2010
I am dating myself, but...

...this song? The Roxy, 1990, surprise gifts in the bathroom, strobe lights, Linda Evangelista and possibly Tatjana Patitz cutting up on the swing above the dance floor, me asking the bartender for a gin and tonic, her replying that they were out of tonic, me saying, okay, make it a vodka tonic, her handing me a glass of ice and vodka, but I really didn't care because holy freakin' hell that shit from the bathroom was strong.




That's what I'm saying about this song. Thanks (indirectly) to CTRL+W33D, I now know who made it so I guess I can relive the fun whenever I want. Which will probably not be often, but you never know.

P.S. If you go looking for it, the title of the song is "Acid Crash" by Tyree. Remember acid house, y'all?

Exit Through The Gift Shop: A Banksy Film

[via Towleroad]

Friday, January 22, 2010
Dear Michael Brendan Dougherty: thanks for helping me clear that up

I'm not entirely sure why The Awl ran a piece yesterday entitled "Dear Conservative Movement: Stop Ruining My Life, by Michael Brendan Dougherty". I suppose it's topical, given this week's shift in the U.S. senate shell game. (I don't see Scott Brown's election as a "groundswell" as some do, but in logistical terms, yeah, it's a pretty big deal.) And I suppose that it's nice for a progressive media outlet to give a voice to outside opinions now and then. And I suppose it's also in keeping with The Awl's tone, which is equally, intelligently critical of both parties, and also Joe Lieberman. Especially Joe Lieberman.

But whatever: they ran the piece. And I read it. And as in a certain well-known fairy tale, the scales fell from my eyes.

Backstory: like many arrogant, contrarian assholes, I don't enjoy being pigeonholed, and although I've voted Democrat for as long as I can remember, I like to think of myself as open-minded. I work with Republicans. I have Republican friends. My adoptive family is a bunch of gun-toting bible-thumpers (but they thump in such a lovable way). So I admit it: I've fallen into that terrible trap of saying that I'm "fiscally conservative but socially liberal".

But you know what? Fuck it. I don't think anyone can be both those things. Well, not simultaneously.


In his piece, Dougherty more or less takes the fiscal conservative/social liberal position. He asks the Republican party to drop headline-grabbing distractions like abortion and gay marriage and focus on core issues like lower taxes and smaller government. But while those may sound like laudable goals, what's far more important to me than smaller government is efficient government -- specifically, efficient government that provides important services to the public. And frankly, if you put the public's best interests at the top of your priority list, I don't think you have time to get hung up on the size of an organizational chart. Providing services like education (e.g. public schools) and health care (e.g. Medicare/Medicaid) is a big job, and to do it properly requires big government. Even if those jobs are outsourced, the bills and oversight required will be huge. And until the U.S. government is able to generate its own revenue by selling, I don't know, Ultimate Snuggies maybe, then taxes are the only way to fund these programs. It's the price we pay for living in a first-world country. Suck it up.

Dougherty's young, edgy, gay-friendly attitude also fails to seduce me on libertarian, fend-for-yourself policies. As I've said before, those would be fine if the world was full of nothing but doughy, middle-class self-starters, but some people just can't make it on their own. They need help. Republicans have shown that they're not immune to those pleas for assistance -- hell, even Rush Limbaugh has supported giving to Haitian relief efforts (just not through WhiteHouse.gov). So how is it that giving to the sick and homeless in Haiti is "charity", but giving to the sick and homeless in America is a "handout"? It's human to want to help others; why would anyone fight that impulse tooth and nail? (Answer: to prove their manhood. Libertarians dream of being the financial world's equivalent of Bear effing Grylls.)

And don't get me started on Dougherty's isolationist babble. Those sort of policies -- especially today -- are doomed to failure. No communication, no collaboration = no growth.

So apparently, even Republican hipsters (two words rarely jammed together) can't persuade me that there's any redeeming elements in the conservative platform. Which means that as of yesterday, I've become completely comfortable wearing the mantle of a Tax-and-Spend Liberal.  Anyone wanna make an iron-on patch for my tie-died denim housecoat?

Thursday, January 21, 2010
From New Orleans to Haiti: some notes for the future

Yesterday, BoingBoing posted a link to an article by Glenn Reynolds, which told Americans that the disaster in Haiti was a great reminder to follow the Boy Scout motto: "Be Prepared".

At first I thought, "Wow, slow news day?" Then I thought, "Fucking 'Be Prepared' doesn't begin to cut it, Glenn."*

Here is the problem: no one can be fully prepared for disasters like the one unfolding in Haiti. Even in New Orleans, where we had time to hunker down before Katrina made landfall, there was chaos after the storm -- and I'm sure that would've happened even if we hadn't been led by a quadrumvirate of incompetents. During disasters, disastrous stuff happens: things get out of hand. And as the Gustav evacuation/revacuation debacle demonstrated, things don't get any easier the second time around.

But although I don't think we can be truly prepared for disasters in terms of our physical resources, there are ways to prepare ourselves emotionally and intellectually for the aftermath. Here are a few lessons New Orleans learned after Katrina, and if current media coverage of Haiti is any guide, I'm guessing they'll be applicable there, too:

Haiti should expect help
The outpouring of emotional and financial support for Haiti has been remarkable. I won't say that it's unprecedented, though some of the fundraising methods certainly have been. Even asshats like Rush Limbaugh have encouraged people to support relief organizations (though in Limbaugh's case, he's advocated donating directly to agencies rather than through the White House website). As isolationist and blind-eye-turning as some may want to be, at the end of the day, we're all human, and something inside most of us wants to lend a hand to people in need. That's why half the world's NGOs exist.

Haiti should expect interlopers
Many people came to New Orleans after Katrina to lend a hand. Most of them took a look at what needed to be done and did it, carrying us a little further down the road toward normality. Unfortunately, a few alleged "helpers" wanted to rebuild New Orleans in their own image. They didn't care about our culture, our history, our identity; they wanted to tear things down and put in new clean strip malls. (Note: this group does not include Brad Pitt, whose exercises in experimental architecture and community building have been exemplary, not to mention selfless.) Many of us became a little gun-shy of these -- for lack of a better word -- carpetbaggers. Worse: Haiti has far fewer resources with which to fend them off than we did.

Haiti should expect to be watched like a hawk
For days, the media has run stories of looting and chaos in the streets. Many people have rightly pointed out that it's not looting if you're taking food and water for your family. But as in New Orleans, a smaller population of profiteers have marred Haiti's entire population. I'm sorry to say it, but the narratives of chaos, blackmail, and instability aren't likely to stop anytime soon.

Haiti should expect to be blamed
Even now, with search and rescue efforts ongoing, fingers are being pointed. People are forgetting about the vagaries of platectonics and looking for someone to blame for the earthquake. Haiti's own government will have to shoulder some of that. Haiti's citizens will, too. They weren't prepared, the arguments will go. Their response was clumsy. And afterward, they couldn't be helped. I can't fathom why anyone would blame Hatians for being dazed and disoriented after surviving a massive earthquake in which tens of thousands perished, but someone will.  

Haiti should expect things to be different
Haiti's normal will be a "new normal". Hatians' circles of friends will change. Habits and patterns will, too. But the shadow of their former lives is still there; it's a palimpsest of the old Haiti, the one from two weeks ago. If the people of Haiti can see through the piles of rubble and trace the old outlines, they'll be okay. Or not okay, but better.

If you haven't already given, please consider doing so. I recommend Doctors Without Borders, since they seem to be one of the few organizations on the ground in Haiti that's already doing real work, but nearly any major aid organization will be happy to receive your gift.

*NB: I've been a regular BoingBoing reader for ages, and I'll continue to be, but I don't think this piece was up to snuff.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Ten things I'm looking forward to in 2010

A couple of weeks ago, I made a list of things that I was anxious to leave behind in 2009. But I also have a list of things that I am looking forward to in 2010. It's kind of mushy, but I believe the time for Mushy has come. Mushy is the snark of 2010. Or maybe Snark is the Snark of 2010 and Mushy is, like, the Ke$ha or 2010 -- except I have deep, deep problems with Ke$ha and hope that she jumps straight to the casino circuit (or a nearby crevasse) and leaves the rest of us alone, but I'm fine with Mushy hanging around for a bit.

Anyway, here is what I want:


1. Fewer things. Many people asked me what I wanted for Christmas, but here's the deal: I didn't want anything for Christmas. In fact, I wanted the opposite of things for Christmas. I wanted someone to march up to the attic and throw away a couple dozen boxes of crap. (Note: that is not what I got.)

2. Spending more time with Jonno. That should be self-explanatory, and with my schedule, maybe it's a total fantasy. But a guy can dream. 

3. New projects that allow me to work with fun/interesting people. I'm involved with a great theatre company here in New Orleans, and we have loads of fun producing shows -- mostly because we only take ourselves seriously enough to get the job done. (Nothing ruins a party faster than theatre people who talk about their Craft and think that they're Deeply Important.) Last year, I also had the privilege of working with other friends on a series of outside events, and I'm hoping for more of that in 2010 -- gigs with Heklina, Blaise, and a few others that will be fun for me and amusing for audiences and pull me from my shell of worsening agoraphobia.

4. Less Katy Perry, more...well, anyone but Katy Perry. Or Miley Cyrus. Or Heidi Montag. Or John Mayer. Or Twisted Sister (who showed up on Regis & Kelly the other day, which makes me sore afraid of a comeback tour). Whatever happened to Jill Scott? MORE JILL SCOTT PLEASE.

5. Learning to do things myself: I already cut my own hair. (I mean, obviously. Have you seen me?) In the short term, I also hope to "master" sewing, embroidery, the changing of spark plugs, the making of bookshelves, and the pouring of cement.

6. Managing my time. I know: another pipe dream. But I think I'm getting better. I'm getting better at saying "no" anyway, which is a start.

7. Losing weight. Believe it or not, I can manage this. It's hard in the winter, when I pack on pounds for a hibernation that never comes, but in summer? No sweat. Well, actually, lots of sweat.

8. Reading. As a kid, I was a Classic Gay Nerd. All of my brothers brought bags of toys on vacation; I brought bags of Newberry Award-winning young adult novels, courtesy of Tab or Scholastic or whatever service our school used. Then I went to college and graduate school and got degrees in literature, and of all the stuff I learned, the one thing that stuck with me was a profound dread of books. I think I'm finally -- finally -- on the road back, but I'm not counting any poultry.

9. Writing. Oh, believe me, I do plenty of writing, but little for myself. If I spent as much time on my own stuff as I do on items for others, I'd have written War and Peace twenty times over. Not that I'd want that -- ugh, ever -- but it would be nice to have something to look back on and say, "Oh, I remember what that time in my life was all about" instead of just regurgitating items about Kim Kardashian on this thing.

10. A new mayor. If you live here, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you don't: hooray for you.

Sunday, January 17, 2010
I am not sure if Kim Kardashian is helping the Saints' Superbowl push

Suddenly the Superbowl just got interesting for a whole lot of people! Kim Kardashian made a deal with boyfriend Reggie Bush that if his team the New Orleans Saints wins the Superbowl, then he has to propose, she said in a recent interview on Citadel Interactive morning radio with "Kidd Kraddick in the Morning."

It seems the reality TV star, pictured at an event for Ocean Drive Magazine at the Delano Hotel in Miami yesterday, wants a plan to snag her on-off boyfriend after sister Khloe' Kardashian's surprise marriage to Lamar Odom and Kourtney Kardashian welcoming a new baby with boyfriend Scott Disick. The whole clan is growing up...sigh. Well, even if the Superbowl idea doesn't work out, Kim's got lots more weirdness to keep her busy, like seductively eating salads for Carl's Jr. and promoting her "voluptuous" (???) perfume.

[via SocialiteLife]

Friday, January 15, 2010
Tila Tequila has gone of the deep end. Which for her is, like, two feet, but whatever.

Tila Tequila has apparently suffered a final, Anne Heche-y meltdown, but as of press time, we're unsure what caused it. Booze? Dope? Chronic munchkin celebutardery? We might assume that the stress of losing her fiancee, Casey Johnson, had something to do with these events, except it turns out Casey Johnson was never her fiancee, and in fact, the whole engagement was likely a publicity stunt conceived by Girls Gone Wild "mastermind" Joe Francis. So, um, yeah.

All we know for certain is that something inside America's least favorite mini-me-me-me famewhore has snapped, because now girlfriend thinks she's a prophet -- which is, I suppose, an improvement, because at least she now has a real job.

At any rate, let the part about me not shitting you begin:

"This is the end of the end. Don't take your lives for granted because it will all end very soon. Sooner than u think. Everything you do now is totally irrelevant to what is to come. I am only here to warn you as God's Messenger and Angel disguised as A Human God Bless and pray. Pray for all the wrongs you have done to others, pray for all the hurt you have bestowed. Judgement day is coming... God took the Love of my Life away from me because I promised him that I was only here to do my job. But I fell in Love with Another Angel So he took her away from me. That was my fault. I broke the rules of being an Angel on Earth as a messenger. We're not allowed 2 fall in luv With another Angel. Cuz it will distract me from doing my job of helping the world. The minute I fell in love with another Angel, I stopped."

This may explain why her publicist quit yesterday. May.

[via TheSuperficial]

Thursday, January 14, 2010
Garland Robinette: "you don’t want gay marriage, because you don’t like gays"

If you don't live in New Orleans, the name Garland Robinette may not mean much to you. But here, he's a fixture: a media veteran, a BMOC, a bigmouth. Although he's anchored TV newscasts and was once married to New Orleans' legendary Angela Hill, he now spends his time lording over local talk radio.

Now, talk radio is not exactly the most liberal planet in the modern media universe, but Garland is smarter than many on the airwaves, and his approach is compassionate and common-sensible. (Yes, I am aware that Limbaugh and Palin also fly the common sense flag whenever possible, but I think they're being ironic.) Today, Garland published a piece on gay marriage, and apart from the fact that his keyboard seems a little sticky (minds out of the gutter, people), I'm pretty impressed.

I have one opinion on the gay rights controversy, and I know my opinion is correct, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Those of you actively fighting against gay marriage have waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much time on your hands.

I don’t believe your real reason for fighting gay marriage is because you are sooooooooooooooo concerned about the threat to the institute of marriage. If you were, you’d be protesting people like me. I have been married three times. Elizabeth Taylor and me are the biggest threats ever faced by the sacred institute of marriage.

Let’s not be a hypocrite…you don’t want gay marriage, because you don’t like gays. It’s that simple. You’re frightened by those icky things they do with their sexual parts. But, here’s another hypocritical part…have you ever seen what them-thar “heterosexuals” do with their private parts? Whoa, talk about icky!!!!!

[more at WWL]

Have those same arguments been made by other straight guys? Sure, but on talk radio? In New Orleans, Louisiana? Hmmm. Maybe not.

Jennifer Love Hewitt vajazzercizes daily

[Jennifer Love Hewitt] said: "After a break-up, a friend of mine Swarovski-crystaled my 'precious lady'... I was feeling awful, I'd been through a horrible break up. I was like, 'Ah, this is awful and I need something to make me feel better.' It was the one thing I'd never tried before after a break-up, so I gave it a try. It's great. It's cute, it's cute.

"It really helped me. It looks like a little disco ball down there it's great. Really."

However, the 30-year-old beauty took to the design so much, she makes sure she is "vagazzled" at all times.

She admitted: "I am currently 'vagazzled'. And it's hot pink for today, so that's good. I've had no complaints about it"

[via TVNZ]

Feel free to check the video from whence that [vaguely inaccurate transription] comes, but be aware that her shoes are TERRIBLE. And she is being interviewed by GEORGE FUCKING LOPEZ. You have been warned.


[video via AnimalNewYork]

Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Since when are shows about college guys in jock straps homoerotic?

Death metal rooster! 33 seconds of brilliance!

[via Towleroad]

Walt Disney's org chart from 1943

Someone had quite the ego. Still, that may be the most beautiful org chart I've ever seen. Bravo, Mr. Disney, you homophobic anti-Semite. Bravo.

[via BoingBoing]

Tuesday, January 12, 2010
I have never watched BETTER OFF TED, but now I might [NSFW]

[via SocialiteLife]

Britney Spears helps Russian women learn slutty English

I know it's old, but it's new to me. [via Copyranter]

Weirdest song of the day

On my way to work, I walk by a hospice for people living with AIDS (one of two in the neighborhood). And as I passed this morning, I heard a woman singing in the courtyard, invisible behind a thick hedge. Her song was short -- just one sentence on infinite repeat:


At the time, I wasn't sure how to take that. And frankly, I'm still not sure. But it made me stop, and in a week like this, that's kind of an amazing feat.

Attention hipsters: PLEASE STOP

No, seriously: STOP IT. NOW.

We get it: you're aging. You're nostalgic. You hide behind the wacky and the whimsical. LULZ, etc.

Just buy some Rogaine and a Mustang like everybody else.


[via BoingBoing]

Monday, January 11, 2010
Ever seen a man jump over a charging bull?

Not for play-play [via AnimalNewYork]

The numbers behind pornography

Friday, January 08, 2010
New video: Christeene performing "Slowly/Easy" [NSFW]

My friend Paul, aka Christeene, performing his latest ditty, "Slowly/Easy". It is DEFINITELY NSFW. It is also extremely fu-tup.


Please note the panda theme. I have to wonder if there's a "panda" tag somewhere on the clip, since on the Funny-Or-Die video page, one of the suggested clips -- after Christeene's other oeuvres -- is of a panda caught in a sneeze fit. If not, that's maybe the best coincidence ever.

Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Bear Grylls gives himself an enema: is this what they call jumping shark?

Daily gayness: Róisín Murphy's new single, "Momma's Place", out January 18

I have to admit: parts of this new song from Róisín Murphy makes me cringe. The sound -- the sound of the music, not her voice -- is halfway between Billie Ray Martin/Electribe 101 and Cathy Dennis, which is, like, the most generic high-80s/low-90s club crap. Which in turn totally dates me.

On the other hand, I love Murphy's voice regardless: smoky, nuanced, slightly morning-after. I just wish she'd stuck it out with Moloko a bit longer instead of launching a pop-starry career. It's pretty clear where her strengths lie.

Sunday, January 03, 2010
Glamour in Stall #3

Jonno's photo of Brian, taken last night in the ladies' restroom at our Carnival krewe's Twelfth Night Ball. (Yes, we know that Twelfth Night isn't technically 'till Wednesday, but screw the rules: who wants a mid-week hangover?)

Saturday, January 02, 2010
A doormat for the meth dealer who has everything

archives

May 2000   June 2000   July 2000   August 2000   September 2000   October 2000   November 2000   December 2000   January 2001   February 2001   March 2001   April 2001   May 2001   June 2001   July 2001   August 2001   September 2001   October 2001   November 2001   December 2001   January 2002   February 2002   March 2002   April 2002   May 2002   June 2002   July 2002   August 2002   September 2002   October 2002   November 2002   December 2002   January 2003   February 2003   March 2003   April 2003   May 2003   June 2003   July 2003   August 2003   September 2003   October 2003   November 2003   December 2003   January 2004   February 2004   March 2004   April 2004   May 2004   June 2004   July 2004   August 2004   September 2004   October 2004   November 2004   December 2004   January 2005   February 2005   March 2005   April 2005   May 2005   June 2005   July 2005   August 2005   September 2005   October 2005   November 2005   December 2005   January 2006   February 2006   March 2006   April 2006   May 2006   June 2006   July 2006   August 2006   September 2006   October 2006   November 2006   December 2006   January 2007   February 2007   March 2007   April 2007   May 2007   June 2007   July 2007   August 2007   September 2007   October 2007   November 2007   December 2007   January 2008   February 2008   March 2008   April 2008   May 2008   June 2008   July 2008   August 2008   September 2008   October 2008   November 2008   December 2008   January 2009   February 2009   March 2009   April 2009   May 2009   June 2009   July 2009   August 2009   September 2009   October 2009   November 2009   December 2009   January 2010   February 2010   March 2010