I love this.

Having a dull day? Is your Sebbeth in need of a jumpstart? Well search no more, dear heart. Pul down the latte and read a bit further. Here's a little diversion for your day, brought to us by little David Hauslaib's Queerty. He's a bud who's Aunty, Sista Sal and I have miles with. Literally. Sista Sal and I used to regularly run a roadrace in Manchester CT on Thanksgiving. We came to one race late and Aunty Maryellen had gone off without us. While hoping to cheer her on at he last mile, she came up from nowhere to scare us with a "Why Aren't You Running?????" Hee Hee. I used to amaze David's father with finishing the race and lighting up a cigarette. He thought I was out of my head, but let me tell you, people got the hell out of your way in the chutes when you just wanted to be done and out of there. "I'm from Phillip Morris, what's it to you?"

This is perfect for the man that has everything. Have them do a little click on this link. I worship this because it speaks to the silly in me, in us all. Who doesn't like to cruise with buddies and enjoy a tasty beverage? It's as american as suing someone. This will make you smile. Let the image warm up to it's full speed before you jump screen.

http://www.queerty.com/this-is-crazy-20080917/

September 11th.

Rabbit, rabbit.

Blessings of the new month continue to surround you for the time and the time to come. Whisper the words and bring in the bliss. "Rabbit, Rabbit".

This month we have something interesting to evaluate. Normally at Spatagram our 'Rabbit Rabbit' post is all about luck, comic books and gayness but this month we go beyond the silly for the downright strange. Two grown men, pop stars have chosen to have babies without mommies. Just like Doctors without Borders, these men have impregnated women that they have not even met. This may sound like standard fare for musicians, but they weren't even in the same room, or even at the Chateau Marmont with the expecting mommas. And these two men have long been plagued by pesky rumors. (Cue 'Mission Impossible" theme)

Rabbit, rabbit, the rabbits are dying!

Ricky Martin is living La Vida Loca. The 36 year old Grammy winner was presented with a star on the Hollywood Walk Of Fame last October. He was named the Latin Grammys Person of the Year in 2006. And in April of this year he bought his own island for 8 million dollars. He seems to be having it all, except a wedding, what could he want more? Of course................kids. Well I'll have you know that he has recently made notice that he's the proud papa to twin boys. The two were born the unconventional way. He plans to stay out of the public eye for the rest of the year so that he can spend time with his family. Anyone knowing me knows the bad spell I'm under with this former Menudo singer. I carried his photo (a sticker) stuck to the interior of my Coach wallet for years, til it was worn out from stress and kisses. I'm embarrassed but unrepentant about the whole thing. I'm glad for the man and am hoping that Madonna will pass down all the clothing that I sent her for Rocco and David. Go Madge! He's still my role model, for the most part.

Then it continues. Camp Aiken has announced the birth of the heir of Claynation. Parker Foster Aiken was born to proud daddy and dear friend Jaymes Parker. The two are platonic and plan to raise the child together. Parker, a music producer has worked on the last two Clay albums, I could name them here but really I could care less. I may have them tucked away in a closet because that's usually a good place to keep things hidden. I love when the universe 'tags' certain events as special, telling us to pay attention and catch this. "Swoop in.." as my feather Heathercram used to tell us. The baby was born 8/08/08 at 8:08am. That's a whole lot of universe in a little sentence. I hold the date special as it was Auntie Maggie's BDay. It's Brendo's BDay, and Sista Trish's wedding anny. Another unconventional conception and yet I'm jazzed for the singer. It takes a lot to parent, and I hope it means the little guy is growing up.

Here's where we have the opportunity to make as many "Call Me Daddy" jokes as possible. Rabbit, rabbit. (poor darlings)