It's been a few months since James Deen was named Time Magazine's Person of the Year, so I think it's safe to say that his star's most likely fading by now. His status as love-goal of all women old and young has most likely now been usurped by the guy who played Thor or one of those kids from One Direction. He'll soon be in his thirties, trying to make his way through life as an average man with an average penis (they shrink significantly at age 31), with no particular hopes and dreams to occupy his consciousness as he waits for the eternal black cocoon that is death.

Um...didn't Lily Labeau used to have arms? Did I make that up?

So, uh, did you just see what I saw? Because I'll admit it, I'm not totally clear on what I just watched. This bold excursion into musical filmmaking courtesy of Chad Alva and Danny Wylde (known collectively as Children), arrived deep within my inbox this morning, and it left me feeling old and sad. Is that what the post-industrial drone of Children does to people? Am I slowly dying now? Am I quickly dying now? What has happened to us all?

It's that special one-sided love where he doesn't know I exist, but it's love none the less.

Everyone loves a good party. Friends, libations, off-color humor...mix that with a dive bar in Canoga Park to celebrate Spock BUCKTON, Nate Liquor and Kristina Rose's birthday's and you got yourself one heck of a photo essay. We almost forgot to post these pics, what with all the big deal happening's around these parts, but then we seemed to recall a picture of Kristina Rose's ass on a dirty bar floor that sent us digging thru the image folders.