Let's make this weeks song a mystery song, and I'd like to dedicate it to all you stalkers out there in the BozLand listening audience.
Here it is ...
The Song of the Week

Today is a day off, go forth and frolic.
Or go fifth, or sixth, or even seventh.
It's only a number.
Just go do it.

She could be the ringmaster of my Gothic Circus anytime.



She could be the ringmaster of my Gothic Circus anytime, and I really don't know what that means, but it is late
and I wanted to make a post, a post with a pic, a post with a pic of something kinky, a post with a pic of something kinky, and if you look past the make-up and the clothes, doesn't she look a little bit like Julia Louis Dreyfus, or am I thinking of Richard Louis Dreyfuss, or Alfred Louis Dreyfus ... J'accuse!

Our group short story has shifted gears. Bob has been abandoned, a sniveling piece of humanity, and we now follow Angel Felipe on his quest to see the Moody Blues in concert in Reno.
Dun, dun, dun ...

Early congrats to Jess on her impending graduation.
If I had bought you a gift it would be in the mail by now.

Somebody post for me. It's the weekend, and traffic is down, and I am tired, and I am bored, and I don't see why I should waste my considerable talents posting when no one is going to read it. So if you aren't very good, merely second rate, post for me. Give a fellow a break. It's either that or a weekend full of pics of skinny women.

Here's a pic of that orange girl from Farscape, the show that all you sci-fi freaks are so fond of.



Can you say freckle fetish!

If the kids like Avril Lavigne why should you care.
I mean her target group is like 12-14 year olds, isn't it.
The kids have to have something to listen to, don't they.
Don't worry, she's harmless, take two aspirin and call someone besides me in the morning.

My reactions to your comments
I do not now, or will I ever look like Wilfred Brimley.
There is nothing wrong with pictures of skinny models, they are only pictures.
I don't know if Don Knotts is still alive, let me ask your mother.
I look more like Wilfred Brimley than I do Brad Pitt.
I said the picture was fetish-like, there is a difference, I don't know what the difference is, but there is one.
Pronounced on-weeeeeeeee.
You'll be old one of these days, unfortunately I won't be around to point this out to you, but trust me someone will.
Too much info on your hair washing habits.
I didn't apologize, and they still haven't fixed it.
That is all for now.
Class dismissed, quiz tomorrow.

I just realized something. I have two brother-in-laws, well yeah, I knew I had two brother-in-laws, but I just realized they are both celebrity look alikes. One is the spitting image of Kenny Rogers, and the other is an ex-cop that bares, or is it bears, an almost sickening resemblance to Don "Barney Fife" Knotts.
Now if only I was a celebrity look alike, I wouldn't have to hang my head in shame whenever the three of us are together, and thankfully that isn't very often.

To all of you who said that two women couldn't be best friends.



I rest my case, except I have no case, because no one ever said two women couldn't be best friends, this was just another excuse by me to post a kinky fetish-like pic, and while I am at it, these two women don't look thin and emaciated, and you might even say that the woman, and I said woman, and not girl, on the right might even be amply endowed in the ass department.
Oh boz, how could you betray the skinny girls, and I said girls, not women, of the world, who look to you for guidance, solace and comfort in this dog eat dog world by posting such a blatant unemaciated pic.
I feel so unclean.
Yet I ramble, good day.

Ok, now I am really, totally, honestly stoked.
I was searching Kazaa tonight and I found the song that inspired the title of my blog.
So without further adieu,
I bring you ...
The Grand Ennui,
As performed by Michael Nesmith, circa 1970.
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

Today is pie day. I had pizza pie for dinner, and I am about to have a piece of lemon meringue pie for snack time.
Don't envy my culinary diversity.
Just set back at marvel at the wonder that is boz!

Seriously, does anyone really lather, rinse and repeat?
Come to think of it, the same question applies to washing your hair.

Here is the reply I got from Blogger when I complained about blogger performance. The complaint was sent on May 20th and the reply was May 28th.

User Message
Everything is loading very slow both yesterday and today, what is the problem. My blog loads slow, my editing is slow, and other blogs hosted by blogspot load slow, if at all.

Comments
Hello Ken,
The decrease in performance has been reported and documented. We are currently investigating the problem and hope to have it resolved as soon as possible. In the meantime, we apologize for any inconvenience this has caused you.
-Steve, 5-28 11:06 AM

Should I accept their apology?

I am once again totally stoked, and it has nothing to do with STS.
My small little town just got a tattoo parlor, and now when I finally decide what I want to get I don't have to drive 60 miles round trip to get it done.
So now the only problem I have is trying to decide what to get. I am pretty sure I know where to get it, the left side of my chest, and for some reason every modification I have had done is on my left side, does that tell me anything.
I really want to get something flashy, but tasteful, this time, and did I ever tell you I had a friend who had the Insane Clown Posse tattooed on her back, not the words, but their likenesses, I'll take regret for $1000.00 Alex.

I am totally stoked. Blu is now a member of Superfluous Tubesocks.
Ok, that's not the reason why I am stoked, and isn't that a wonderfully nostalgic 80's term, I am totally stoked, it just sort of rolls off your tongue, and believe me I don't fell the least bit self-conscious saying it, of course if you knew I was sitting here in my underwear while I said it, that would be a different story,
But ... I digress.
Yes, it is nice that Blu has joined STS (Superfluous Tubesocks), but that isn't the reason why I am, well you know, totally stoked.
I am totally stoked because STS in general, and our group short story in particular, are doing really really groovy, and I feel very self-conscious saying groovy, but fuck it, it fits, so eat shit and die.
Now ...
If we could only get that so called other moderator to join in maybe I could wank in peace once in awhile.

Time for a new ...
Song of the Week
This weeks song is
99 Luft Baloons
by Nena, the German chick with the leather pants and hairy armpits, but ya know, if anyone could pull off the hairy armpit look, it was Nena.

The plot of our group short story thickens as Bob, our hero, encounters the hauntingly beautiful but blatantly transsexual Angel Felipe on the side of the road.
Dun, dun, dun ...
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that cacoa has joined, and become an active member of Superfluos Tubesocks.

This and that for a Tuesday, even though it still seems like Monday, afternoon

The group short story at Superfluous Tubesocks is starting to shape up, the rest of you babies need to get over their and add your two cents worth.

We have yet another new Bozley's Angel. LemonFreshJesus has joined the group and she promised to host the next Angels Pajama Party sometime next month.



Both LFJ and blu are now authorized to use the spiffy Bozley's Angels graphic in whatever way the they feel appropriate.



Finally, in a related matter, there will be an Angel of the Month for June, for real this time. I will be the soul judge and it will be determined by the merit shown in your webpage, or if you don't have a webpage, how you have contributed to my site.

I've started a group short story on Superfluous Tubesocks, go ahead and give it a whirl, you bunch of babies.

I've been feeling really 80's and Brat Packy all weekend.
I just hope Judd Nelson doesn't try to crash on my living room floor, again.
And ...
Ally Sheedy was my favorite Brat Pack chick, and I don't care how thin, how emaciated, and how boobless she is, you'd better not say anything against sweet little Ally or any or her many incarnations.
Three of Ally Sheedy's many incarnations

We have a new member of Bozley's Angels.
Meet blu, our newest Angel.
Blu, if you want to change your Angel profile, just drop me a line.

Nothing says "sexy" like doc martens and knee socks.



Those crazy "raver chicks" with their whacky fashions and their pacifiers.
Next thing you know they'll be getting tattoo's and nipple piercings.

Isn't Gwyneth Paltrow just adorable.



She is the personification of skinny white girl.
But, ya just got to love her anyway, don't ya.
C'mon, ya know ya do.

I think I'll just shut down till the holiday is over and Blogger gets their act together.

As far as quizzes go, this one is ok.


YOU EAT PEOPLE!!!


what's YOUR deepest secret?
brought to you by Quizilla

Oh, I have a lot deeper secrets than that.

Small update to my photo blog.

New Song of the Week
I Melt With You
by Modern English.

Russian pop duo Tatu show their disappointment backstage after their recent poor showing in the annual Eurovision song competition.



No, honest, It's really them. It's amazing what you can accomplish with make-up and wardrobe.

This and that for a slow weekend

Sullivan sent me a terrific url for a song that just about sums up my life.

Malone has decided that he will eventually make an appearance at Superfluous Tubesocks, the message board that he is co-moderator of.
I am counting the days, hours and minutes until his triumphant return. He is majestic, like MacArthur.

AtlChristSuperstar has requested an opportunity to select a future Song of the Week. Is anyone else interested, let me know, and maybe we can get something going here.

Oh, oh, there's a new teacher at Homey High.



There's a new teacher at Homey High, and things will never be the same.
I heard she's a real bitch.

It looks like she has super-glued her lips to the mirror.



Self love, just another form of ... something.
Sorry, I lost my train of thought there.
I'm leaving now.

I am thinking of making this part of the new uniform for Bozley's Angels.
What do you think.



You don't think it's a little too girlie, do you.

Hell, it's 1 AM, why don't I just go to bed.
It's not like my presence will be missed on the internet.
There's always someone out there who can surf porn as well as I do.
I call my porn bookmark folder mine.
So, if you are ever on my computer and you want to find where I get my porn ...
I wonder what is on the Sci-fi channel?

AtlantaChristSuperstar has joined the swelling ranks of
Superfluous Tubesocks.
Atlanta Christ Superstar,
Do you think you are what they say you are?

The Fuzzy Bottomed Anti-Christ just joined
Superfluous Tubesocks.
I think I just gave myself a wedgie.
And a nose bleed.
And a spastic colon.

Oooh, oooh, oooh, thunder and lightening and rain.
Is this anyway to start a Memorial Day weekend.

I'm listening to Judy Collins, her music has charms to soothe the savage breast.
That is the correct quote, isn't it.
It is breast and not beast, isn't it.
heheheh breast.
Did I ever tell you about the Savage's.
They were the family that lived across the street.
Father Augie
Mother Lorraine
Children: Richard, Marilyn, Cheryl, Bobby, Jimmy, Laurie, and Patricia.
Richard was two years older than me and once when I was seven and he was nine he beat the ever loving crap out of me, but five minutes later we were best friends again.
Marilyn was a year older than me, and we had a massive internet crush on each other even before there was an internet, and she eventually grew enormous breasts.
Cheryl was a couple years younger than me, so I didn't pay too much attention to her, except to note that she said S'getti, for Spaghetti.
The last four were a lot younger and ...
I once almost put Bobby's eye out with a mosquito chaser.
Jimmy's nickname, which I gave him, was Little Louie.
Laurie, was very cute as a child with dark brown curly hair and blue eyes, but she soon outgrew her cuteness.
And Patricia was born when her mother went into the hospital for gas pains, or at least that is what they told Richard and Marilyn.
Next week we'll discuss the Bible's, who lived about five houses down from the Savage's.

New Feature, New Feature, New Feature.
How about a new feature.
How about a different song every week.
How about if I call it ...
Song of the Week.
This week's song of the week is ...
High School by the MC5
And is dedicated to Shanti for passing her driver's test.

I am so easily pleased.
Check out the transistor radio I bought at the Family Dollar on clearance for $3.00.



I think my loins are beginning to tingle.

Cheeks has also joined the ranks of Superfluous Tubesocks. So I guess we can't make any more jokes about the monarchy.
Oh yeah, any members out there can feel free to link to ...
Superfluous Tubesocks
On their sites.
heheheh members

Rosa and Shanti are the two newest members of Superfluous Tubesocks.
They have both shown excellent taste.

Now is the time for all good boz's to go to the bed of their country.
I think Abraham Lincoln said that, and if Lincoln hadn't been assassinated he'd be about 296 years old.
That would be almost 15 score.
Man, you've got to love Lincoln. He's the only dude I know, well, I didn't actually know him in the biblical sense, but nonetheless he's the only dude I know who could pull off that whole stovepipe hat thing. I mean Kennedy couldn't do it, but imagine if Kennedy could have done it, we'd have another chilling parallel between the lives and deaths of Lincoln and Kennedy.
I wonder if Lincoln ever fucked anyone named Monroe.
Excuse me while I duck out for a smoke Mr. President.

Crissakes, I have a toothache, well maybe not a toothache.
What is it you call it when you have a tooth that is very sensitive to cold.
Or maybe it is just my sinus acting up again.
Or maybe the moon is in the seventh high, no that would be the dawning of the age of Aquarius.
Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair, or give me death. I think that's the correct Patrick Henry quote, isn't it.
And I bet Patrick Henry got beat up a lot in grade school. I mean he had two first names, and neither of them are what you would call of the Butch Variety.
Excuse me while I go babble.

I've updated my photo blog with more scintillating photographs that are my life.

We have a winner in The Name The Grand Ennui Dude Contest.
Ladies and gentlemen say hello to ...



The winning entry was actually three winning entries.
The Hamilton was suggested by Mo.
The G was suggested by Bunty.
And the Ennui was suggested by boz.
There you have it, another glorious contest sponsored by
The Grand Ennui©®™.

Hey, hey, hey, We've got three new members in Superfluous Tubesocks.
They are dvl, Paul, and Mo.
I feel so vindicated.
So maybe I should post something in there since my last post was in January.
More, more, more, I want more.

This is what I would sound like if I were a robot.

Amuse me.
Dunk my head in the toilet and give me a swirly.
Kick me in the shins and steal my Lucinda Williams' CDs.
Do anything, anything, I tell you, anything.
Tell me a joke.
Sing me a song.
Read me the riot act.
There is something missing in my life.
Is it you.
Is it animal, vegetable or mineral.
Is it bigger than a bread box, and have you ever seen a bread box.
Get me Mavis Bacon's home address.
I need to learn how to type, really really really fast.
Fry me up an order of bacon and eggs while you're at it.
My mind is a sieve.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
But my sleeves are short, so what does that tell you ... darling.
Call me Ishmael.
Call me Igor, or Eye-gore or neither, or neither.
Yes, I have no bananas, but I have no monkeys either.
Fuck, I'll just stick with porn.

I was undecided on which of these two pics I would post first, so I just decided to post both of them at the same time.
They are entitled:
Twisted knickers, a study in contrast.



and
I used to wanna be a fireman when I grew up, now I just want to make one.



I do so love artistic freedom and integrity.

Please, don't everyone sign up for the Superfluous Tubesocks message forum at once, I don't know if the server can take the traffic.
I mean, well, I don't mean anything, but cripes sake, if you aren't going to do if for me, do it for Malone.
You all like Malone don't you? I mean he's bland, but not too bland, he's hip, but not too hip ...
and I have a gun stuck in his ear as we speak.
So, if you ever want to see Malone alive again, fill a suitcase full of unmarked twenties and leave it in the first stall in the Men's room, at the Pomona Greyhound Bus Station sign up for Superfluous Tubesocks.
NOW !!!

Blogger is pretty much sucking the big one again today.
Is it just me, or is everyone having trouble getting blogspot pages to load.
Please tell me it isn't just me, oh god, please tell me it isn't just me.
In other news ...
A couple people have asked me about
The Name The Grand Ennui Dude Contest.
It is still going on, and all you have to do is think of a suitable name for the Grand Ennui Dude.
There is no time limit, the contest will continue until there is a winner.
I am the sole judge, as opposed to the soul judge, but I'd like to be the soul judge too ...

Soul Judge: Malone you evil rat bastard, you will spend a thousand eternities in Pomona bartending in a Mexican Techno-Bar, where tipping is not allowed, and all the women have mustaches.

But I digress.
The only two names I have even remotely considered have been Lazlo and Seamus, but ehhh, they both come up lacking.
Such is life.

Superfluous Tubesocks lives!!!
Sign up today, and post, post, post.
All you need is a name, and an email address, either of which can be bogus.
Oh yeah, it's a message board that Malone and I started back a way long time ago, at least in blogger time, that never went anywhere because we were both still newbie/trash/punk bloggers, and no one ever read us, but now that I am an internet god and Malone an internet icon, the world is at our feet,
at our feet,
and licking our ....
Superfluous Tubesocks.

Man does not live by boobs alone.



Sometimes he needs a little ass, and that is a nice little ass.
Is she trying to hump the counter, or am I reading too much into it.

After what seemed like months I finally got my CD compilation trade from HDLandfill.
For those of you who don't know, HD is one of the Atlanta bloggers, and is good friends, in a platonic sort of way with ATLSuperstar.
Anyway, HD lost his job a few weeks ago, and since the only internet access he had was at work, presto-chango, he has no internet access at this time,
But enough with his problems, after all this is a blog about me.
Not only did HD burn a CD for me, he burnt another CD for me, and I think that totals two, and in two words they were both ...
Great, but that is only on word, so I'll just change the two words to ...
Really great.
We've got your old standards like Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Roy Orbison, and Neil Diamond ... Neil Diamond ... whoa nelly.
We've got the Stones, David Bowie, and the Beatles.
We've got Big Star, The Pogues, Chris Bell, and the Dream Academy..
We've got your country flavor with Wilco and Uncle Tupelo.
We've got Beth Orton, the Pixies, and Radiohead.
We've got your beats with Tom Waits and a reading by "Happy" Jack Kerouac.
We've got a bunch of stuff by a bunch of people I've never heard of ... and then
and then ...
and then ...
We've got the 80's classic by the Nails,
88 Lines about 44 Women.
I have been rocking the Casbah since I got the CD's on Saturday, and I will continue to rock until
Jerry Lee Lewis sobers up.
Oh yeah, HD says hi to all his blogging buds and budettes.

Just call me Reverend Boz
I am available for all your ministering needs, for a nominal fee.
"Thank ya brothahs and sistahs .... "
"HEA-L-L-L-L-L"
I feel so holy.

Would you like to swing on a star, carry moonbeams home in a jar, and be better off than you are,
or would you rather be a pig?
Or a boy named Sue?
Or a blogger named boz?
Or a Kat man du?
Or a Fu man chu?
If Elvis Presley and Frank Sinatra had a fistfight up in heaven, who would win?
If John Ritter and Richard Thomas had a bitch fight, who would win?
If Beetle Bailey and Dagwood Bumstead had a no holds barred wrestling match, who would win?
If the Gabor sisters and the Olson twins had an Australian rules tag team match, who would win?

I found this quiz at Amanda's, she is the sig other of Jess.


Bondage movie! You're into BSDM (Bondage &
Discipline, Dominance & Submission) and chances
are, you're fond of whips, chains, harnesses,
and tight leather outfits. You like to mix a
little pain with a LOT of pleasure, baby!


What kind of porno would you star in?
brought to you by Quizilla

Who knew???

One or the Other

1. Lennon or McCartney
2. Jagger or Richards
3. Ben or Jerry
4. Bausch or Lomb
5. Seigfried or Roy
6. Penn or Teller
7. Rocky or Bullwinkle
8. Laverne or Shirley
9. Donnie or Marie
10. The Captain or Tenille

I've started a photo blog dealing with my humdrum, day to day ordinary life.

Jesus Christ, I'm sitting here at 2:15 AM and eating Hershey Kisses. Have I no shame.
That's not so bad though. One time I was so hungry I actually ate fruitcake.
But you want to know what is really good.
Fig Newtons and Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer.
Trust me, I know, and for you non-drinkers a close second would be Newtons and a Dr. Pepper.

Comments on your comments
People, people, people, I sense a lot of negativity about the movies I rented this weekend.
Remember, they were only thirty three cents per movie, for five days.
What were you expecting Citizen Boz, or something.
And we damn straight know that rosebud wasn't a fucking sled, don't we, well, don't we.
Oh yeah, Kevynn, as if Velvet Goldmine is the only bad movie that Ewan Wan Ken-obi has made.
Try Eye of the Beholder
or
Life Less Ordinary
or how can we forget
The Hauntingly beautiful Little Voice,
Where he is upstaged by the chick who played Bubbles on Absolutely Fabulous.
And as they say down under ...
My boomerang won't come back.
My boomerang won't come back.
I'm a big disgrace to the aboriginal race.
My boomerang won't come back.
-30-

T-shirt of the day
"I've got to find a woman whose name doesn't end in .jpg"

Does anyone know of any internet radio stations that play
Japanese pop or rock music.
And isn't that a weird request, but it is Saturday afternoon, which is a slow blogging time, but I felt the need to post something before I
Hit the road Jack, as Ray Charles was prone to say.
And did you know he wasn't born blind, but had his blindness thrust upon him at an early age.
And did you know I wasn't born bland, but that it took me years of blah blah blah ...
Consider the road hit.

Question: If you are two years old and have a pea in front of you, what do you do with it.
a. eat it
b. throw on the floor
c. stick it up your nose.

Answer: If you are Lisa's two year old, you stick it up your nose.

I've rented six movies from the Über Bargain Bin.
So it is going to be a Movie Festival Weekend.
The Titles are ...

Velvet Goldmine
Duets
Secret Life of Girls
Breakfast of Champions
Comfort and Joy
and
Living on Tokyo Time

Believe it or not, none of them are porn, but with those titles who could tell.
Six for $2.00 for Five days, what have I got to lose.
And now I am off ...
to the movies.

Fill in the blanks.
Do them all or as many as you want.

1. Put that in your ____ and ____ it.
2. Let a _____ be your _____.
3. If the ____ fits ____ it.
4. I was sad because I had no ____ until I met a man who had no ____.
5. I made him a ____ he couldn't ____.
6. Suppose they gave a ____ and nobody ____.
7. Don't let the ____ catch you ____.
8. Who put the ____ in the ____.
9. Ask not what your ____ can do for you, ask what you can do for your ____.
10. I want to ____ your ____.
Extra credit. ____ ____.

I am fighting the urge to mention that I don't want the actual quotes, but something humorous that we can all get a good laugh about, but that would be against the only blogging rule I have of never explaining a post.
Doh!!!

How many people sleep in black stockings.



I think she's been up to something, because you know what they say about arched feet and curled under toes, and her body language isn't saying ...
I've just been playing Parcheesi, and I think I'll take a nap.
Unless she was playing strip Parcheesi, and she lost the special
Double or Nothing Roll.

I had never really thought of Courtney-Thorne Smith as hubba-hubba sexy
before I saw this pic.



I had always thought of her as more girl next door sexy,
but this pic elevates her to the hubba-hubba level of sexiness.

We have a winner in the 3000th entry to my zonkboard contest.
Check zonkboard to see who it is, I'm too tired to do any explaining tonight.
See ya on the flipside, maties ....

Suzanne Vega has a very calming singing voice for late night listening, but I don't think I'd stalk her, unless I could get someone to stalk with me.

Comments on your comments.
1. That wasn't a crook in my neck, it was an adorable pose.
2. I am not stalking Rosa, that would be just a side trip after stalking Kasey Chambers.
3. It isn't a smirk, it's a crooked grin, some kind of congenital birth defect.
4. I'd also stalk Bubbles from Absolutely Fabulous, and Cree Summer from A Different World, even though I never watched A Different World, so sue me.
5. I wonder which half of Julia Sawalha is Arab.
6. I'll have you know my blog is very popular in the Arab speaking world, as a matter of fact, 1 out of every 15 Arab women would like to stalk me.

Which celebrity would you stalk.
I'll give you five.
1. Jennifer Jason Leigh, because we have history.
2. Kasey Chambers, the Australian singer, and while I was stalking her, I'd probably stop by and look in Rosa the Posa's bedroom window and watch her dance to Abba in her underwear.
3. Janet Reno's niece, who used to be Martina Navratilova's lover, and I think she hosts a show on the Travel Channel, and I wish I could remember her first name, and she is very tall, with short blonde hair. Oh yeah, her name is Hunter Reno, and she's a model too.
4. Alyson Hannigan, just because she would probably appreciate a stalker.
5. Julia Sawalha, Saffron, the daughter on Absolutely Fabulous, well, why not.

Have you ever seen a more adorable kid.



Be honest now, you know you haven't.
Who knew he would become me.

It's the summer of 1963 and the most important thing on my mind is which side of the latest Four Seasons single is the hottest.
Is it Candy Girl or is it Marlena.
Forty years later and I still can't make up my mind.
You decide.

Welp, it's Tuesday. almost 5 PM, I must have something better to do, so I guess I'll go do it.
Ya know the bored guy in the red shirt and black tie, the guy in my header graphic.
That isn't me, no really it isn't.
So I think it is time he had a name. Ya know, like Speedy is the Alka Seltzer boy, and Uncle Ben is the rice guy, and Betty Crocker is the baking chick.
Sooooo ...
What should I name the Grand Ennui Dude. Because if you don't name him I will, and it won't be pretty.
So if anyone is interested I guess this is a contest.
No rules.
No time limits.
Big Prizes !!!!!
Just make a comment, or hit the zonkboard, or drop me an email, and give the Grand Ennui Dude a name.
Send no money, this isn't anything like the Save The Children Fund, well it is sort of, except there are no childern, and nothing to save, and the only fund I know of is the "Viagra for Boz" fund, but that is a whole other story.

The Roller Derby is back in town.



ALL GIRL roller derby !!!
Tie me up and paint me stupid.
And the one in the checkered stockings and the boxer shorts can do the tieing.

Ok, I got home about 7 PM, and I planned to come online real quick, check my email and my comments, and get off real quick, and when I say get off real quick, I didn't mean it in a sexual way, but if the shoe fits ....
Anyway, here I am 2 and a half hours later, still putzing around on the WWW.
I feel so tawdry.

I saw a young guy walking down the aisle at the supermarket and he was carrying a package of condoms and smiling.
I didn't catch what brand they were. Oh yeah, I bought two bottles of Caffeine Free Diet Pepsi.
It looks like we're both going to have fun tonight.

I'm out the door, seriously, now, after I check the mail. Later.

Ok, I mean it, I really mean it, I really have some stuff to do today.
I'm just waiting till the planets align, cause I don't want to screw up any karma, or dharma, or greg, and did you know that
Dharma and Greg was cancelled? Why don't I know these things?

I've actually got some stuff to do today, not a lot of stuff, but stuff just the same.
I feel like such a contributing member of society.

Ok, I made a mistake. Lisa pointed out that it was actually Famke Janssen and not Madchen Amick, that was the X-Chick
with the funny name.
The oddly named, yet hauntingly beautiful Famke Janssen.



Famke Janssen, Madchen Amick, not only are they hard to spell, they're hard to type.
Whatever happened to good old hardworking american names like Betty, and Jane, and Susan, and Sally.
And I have a sinking suspicion that they are both the same person anyway.
Just another Hollywood ruse to keep the public in the dark.
Clones are taking over the world!!!

My bot Annie, has had a makeover, check her out.

Smiling boz



Smiling boz, but why is he smiling, I mean why am I smiling.
I get so confused with this whole dual identity thing.
But anyway, why am I smiling.
You tell me, and don't I look festive in my tropical shirt.
Jimmy Buffet, eat your heart out the next time you are in Margaritaville, wasted away or not.
Of course it might just be heartburn.

Isn't Madchen Amick one of the X-Chicks.



And if she isn't, why isn't she.
I mean her name alone is worth the price of admission, isn't it.
At least at a Wednesday matinee.

Shanti's Prize
A Post dedicated to Shanti.

Shanti is our blogging community's child prodigy. Shanti
is equal parts sugar and spice and arsenic and doom.
Shanti is just as likely to ream you a new one as she is
to blush and giggle like Little Bo Peep. Shanti sees the
world through rose colored glasses that have a little crack in each lens.
Ok, a big crack in each lens.
All hail Princess Shanti. Love, hate, love, sneer, love, snarl, love, whatever.
I do believe it's time for:

Shanti, a list
1. She is from Northern California.
2. She almost has a driver's license.
3. She lives with her mother.
4. She will not introduce me to her mother.
5. She has an internet crush on Cheeks.
6. She is an angst ridden bopper, I bet she thought I'd forget about that.
7. She has a way with words, usually obscene ones.
8. Strange people hit on her.
9. She has a dark side.
10. She likes horror, zombie, death, murder, creepy movies.

Of the above:
A. Some is true.
B. Some is kind of true.
C. Some is slanderously untrue.
D. All of the above.
Do the linkage, baby.

Jess's Prize
A Post dedicated to Jess.

Jess is a young lesbian, which isn't anything like being a young republican, unless you are of course young, lesbian, and republican. But hey, lets not hold anyones political orientation against them. She lives in New York, or New Brunswick, or New Caledonia, someplace New, at least I'm pretty sure that she does.
Ok, I lied, Jess lives in New York, but not New York, New York, more like upstate New York, either in Rochester, where I've never been, or Binghamton, where I have been, once, a long, long, long time ago, way before Jess was a young anything, let alone a young republican lesbian.
Jess is in high school, and plans on attending one of the SUNY's in the fall.
Now, without further adieu ..

Jess, a list.
1. She is an American.
2. She likes to visit Canada.
3. She has tons of friends.
4. She likes to eat out, and I don't mean that in a lesbian sense.
5. Maura Tierney makes her weak in the knees, join the club.
6. She'd like to see what's under Amy Wynn Pastor's tool belt.
7. She has a crush on her gym teacher.
8. She is under 18 and a lesbian, so I lose out on both counts.
9. She laughs in the face of danger, I'm reaching now.
10. For a lesbian she doesn't sweat much, oh boz, that was totally uncalled for, but wait, that would make a pretty good catch phrase for her blog ... For a lesbian I don't sweat much, or words to that effect.

And as always, some of the above is true, some has elements of truth to it, and some wouldn't know the truth if it came up and bit it on the ass.
Oh yeah, the link thing.

I'm thinking about getting a new computer this summer, and I really want to load it down with all the extra crap, except for a scanner and printer, which I either never use or it breaks down just when I need it most.
So, what should I get?
And I even used a question mark!

ATLSuperstar's Prize
Monkey see, monkey do.

Cacoa's Prize
A post dedicated to Cacoa.

First off, what kind of name is Cacoa.
I don't think it's her real name, but it could be, couldn't it.
Oh yeah, I know Cacoa's real name, I don't remember what it is right off hand, but I know it isn't Cacoa.
Oh yeah again, I am one of the few who knows what the mysterious Ms. Cacoa looks like.
So excuse me while I give myself a HIGH FIVE, and isn't a self HIGH FIVE the same as playing with yourself, but in a non-sexual manner, or not.
But this is starting to turn into a post about Boz and not Cacoa, so let's get down to the nitty gritty.

Cacoa, a list.
1. She is Arabic.
2. She is English
3. She is a scientist or a chemist or something like that.
4. She is a closet sex fiend.
5. She lives at home.
6. She is a good girl.
7. She is the opposite of a good girl.
8. She thinks I am the hottest thing since bubble and squeak.
9. She wants me to move to England and become her sex toy.
10. She had a date with Cheeks and lived to tell about it.

Some of the above is true, some is exaggerated, and some is only wishful thinking on my part.
Link her, yeah, why not.

The Bill Walton pic has been banished to my archives.
Lucky us.
Poor archives.
But then again it could have been worse.
It could have been a pic of Charles Barkley.

Angels, Angels, Angels,
I can only do so much. Prizes will we awarded one per day.
In the order that I received the request.
Yesterday was Rosa, today is cacoa, tomorrow is ATLSuperstar, and the next day is Jess.
Why can't the rest of you Angels be like Lisa, she was satisfied with just having her picture posted.
It is good to be Bozley, but it has it's price.

Please don't hate me, but I'm having spareribs for dinner, and other random thoughts for a Thursday afternoon.
I cleaned the bird cage and vacuumed.
The birds, chello, gaby, and keetsie, still mock me.
It's 1 PM and I am still in my pseudo-underwear.
The Ducks beat the Stars, and the farmer took a wife, and they all went to heaven in a little row boat.
Clap, clap.
Clap, clap.
Clap.
Clap, clap.
Is there a cure for sweatiness?
Lydia Pinkham, where are you.

Rosa's Prize

A post dedicated to Rosa.
Telling you all the good things I know about Rosa.
Rosa comes from the land down under, where the women glow and men plunder.
So I guess Rosa must glow.
When you talk about a Saucy Aussie, you're talking about Rosa.
Rosa is the Kid from Syd ...ney.
Oh yeah, Rosa is fantabulous, which must be an Aussie word, and beautiful and charming and sweet and modest....
and that is a direct quote from Rosa.
So if you have any trouble with it, take it up with Rosa.
What can I say about Rosa that she hasn't already said about herself, ad infinitum.

Rosa, a list.
1. She is Italian.
2. She is a student teacher.
3. She has in internet crush on IA.
4. She has a celebrity crush on Elijah Wood. The dweeb from LOTR.
5. She has a gay crush on Mo.
6. She has a brother called the troll.
7. She thinks I am the hottest thing since Vegemite
8. She dances to ABBA in her underwear.
9. She is a poser, hence the nickname Rosa the Posa.
10. She dreams about me every other night.

Most of the above stuff is true, some of it is slightly exaggerated, and some of it is downright fabrication.
I'll let you decide what is what.
Oh yeah, I guess I should link her.

Hey all you Katz and Kittenz out there in Bozland.
Today, or what is left of today, is Shanti Durante's birthday, and all she really wants is a post with 35 comments.
So get your Kazass over there and make a birthday girl's only wish come true.

There must have been some screw-up in the email.
I think this was meant for Shanti, not me.



Happy Birthday Shanti !!!!

The Obligatory 6 AM Post
Yes, I did promise prizes to the Angel of the Month winner.
Yes, every Angel that entered won.
Yes, I am prepared to back it up.
Just tell me what prize you want, with-in reason, and you'll get it.
With-in reason means:
No money.
No organs. (liver, kidney, lung, etc.)
Nothing that will make me sweat.
Did I mention no money.
And nothing that involves my microphone because the damn thing is fucked up.
But I do have a web cam, and a digicam ...
Finis
You may talk among yourselves
The smoking lamp is lit
Don't cry for me Argentina.

Screw 'em.
Image Station revoked my membership for posting dirty tastefully done nude pics in my photo albums.
Censorship, tyranny, oppression.
Whatever happened to artistic freedom.
I will now delete them from my links.
The rat bastards

I bought my mother a Mother's Day card today.
Do you think 50 cents is too much to spend.
I mean she did give birth to me when no one else would.
And she knows enough secrets about me to ...
Well, the blackmail value alone is enough to make me cringe.
Blahhhhhhhh@this post.

Cacoa has been prattling on about quiffs for the past week or so.



And I am almost certain she is talking about a certain type of Teddy Boy hairstyle,
But I wonder if cacoa is familiar with the other definition of quiff.
Maybe she should just refer to the hairstyle as a Waterfall, like we did when I was a kid.

Ooooh, oooh, oooh.
I finally found two movies I can recommend.

My Life So Far
Upper Class Scotland in 1920, but saying upper class Scotland is sort of like saying ...
Intellectual Boz
It's all relative, isn't it, cute movie, hot chicks with crooked teeth, and just the right amount of angst.

Lost and Delirious
Lesbianism run rampant in an exclusive girls boarding school in Canada.
Actually, I've only watched the first ten minutes of it. I had to stop because the basketball game was about to start.
Teenage girls, in knee socks and school uniforms, they smoke, they swear, they drink, they party, and did I mention lesbian sex.

I won another, yes another, contest over at Kazoofus.com.
My winning entry in the redefine the word with a not so negative connotation, or something like that:
1. Jackass >> Derriere donkey or buttburro
2. Ugly >> Negative cute
3. Selfish >> Cake eater
4. Opinionated >> Overly Assholed
5. Arrogant >> Big Fish / Little Pond Syndrome
6. Annoying >> Chalkboard fingered
7. Rude >> Eleven itemed in a ten item zone
8. Disgusting >> As welcomed as a snot covered handkerchief
9. Idiot >> Gooberesque
10. Spoiled >> Mommed to the Max
I would have linked directly to the post, but my readers have a short attention span, and bright shiny objects mesmerize them.

Anybody got any acid, I feel very Ken Kesey-ian today.
I'd settle for a diet Coke, and a bag of Fritos, and could you throw in a couple of Hostess Snowballs, and a good brand of mouthwash, Scope would be terrific, and a couple of Zagnut bars, and if you find any String Cheese, if there is such a thing as string cheese, or did the acid already kick in, and did I imagine it. Ummmmmm, string cheese.
I'm done now, move along, nothing happening here.

I just visited a site with a Bettie Page flavor, so I needed a Bettie fix.
Indulge me.



Ladies and Gentlemen ... Ms. Bettie Page.

Just a post so I can get Bill Walton's picture further down on the page.
It seems he is not a well liked man.
And a DeadHead to boot, and seriously, does anyone take the Grateful Dead seriously, I mean seriously.
Can anyone who has any brain cells left actually listen to the Grateful Dead.
Two words: pa thetic.
Damn the Dead, and Walton, and the Symbionese Liberation Army, and 70's pseudo radicalism.
I laugh in their faces.
Hahahahahaha.

I just finished a glass of diet Coke, or was it diet Pepsi, and six caramels, so it must be time for me to go back to bed.
Any suggestions on what I should dream about?
Oh yeah, I haven't seen X-2, but I did see the first one, and the Wolverine has hair just like
Fred McCauley, a wannabe greaser that I went to Junior High School and High School with.
As far as I know Fred could be the Wolverine.
Hey, maybe I know someone famous after all.

Bill Walton is quite possibly the dumbest person in this or any universe.



And when I say person, I am including all living things, plant life, and some types of rock, ok, all types of rock.

I am deeply troubled and saddened by the response of three of Bozley's Angels at the result of the Angel of the Month contest.
You three know who you are, I do not have to shame you anymore by putting you up for ridicule by the rest of the blogging community.
Here I expected my Angels to jump and shriek with joy knowing that I adore all of you equally.
Yeah, jumping and shrieking, like in a pillow fight at a pajama party, with skimpy little outfits, barely containing your nubile ....



GASP-PPPPPPPPPPP.
Never mind.

I feel so vindicated. I am the #1 search result on a porn search engine
My life hasn't been in vain after all.

I found this test on lucy's blog, but she only made it to the second level, it's like she wasn't even trying.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

My weekend, thus far.
1.Sleeping
2. Eating
3. Thinking about sleeping
4.Thinking about eating

I know I am a little early, but I have the results for the May 2003 Angel of the Month competition.
Here are the results.
And here is the winners icon.



Congratulations.

We have a new Angel, who is also the final entry for Angel of the Month.
She is Angel Lisa, and I don't know very much about her, ok, I know nothing about her,
So Lisa, if you are out there, send me some details for your Angel bio.

What some people won't do to curry favor in the
Angel of the Month contest.





Do you really think this will work Ms ATLSuperstar???

I'm so popular. I have four instant messaging things on, and am talking with no one.
People just don't want to bother me, because they're shy.
I know they want to talk, but they are shy.
They
are
shy
Ó¿Ò

I went to West Branch instead of Standish, so nobody got nothing.
That's the breaks in the big city.

I can dig it Greg, I can dig it.



I feel just like Greg Brady must have felt when he had to pick between his sister Marcia and his girlfriend for the last spot on the cheerleading squad.
Judging this Angel Thing will be way harder than I thought.
It is good to be Boz, but it is also tough to be Boz.
Oh, the paradox, or whatever word is suitable to describe my situation.

Road Trip !!!
Anyone want anything from Standish.

Only 24 hours left to enter the May 2003 Angel of the Month competition.

Ok, all you Boz Packers, and Boz Packer wannabes. The Boz Pack is not a copy of the Rat Pack. You do not have to be Frank, Dino, Sammy, Peter, or Joey, this is a tribute to the Rat Pack, a homage if you will. Develop your own persona, but above all be hip in a skinny tie and sharkskin suit sort of way.

C'mon Angels, we only have three entries in the Angel of the Month competition, you an do better than that.
And did I mention there are
*PRIZES*

Ok, we've got Bozley's Angels, but what about us guys !!!!
We need something too.
So, I figured if Sinatra, who, by the way is the voice of my conscience, had his
Rat Pack.



Why can't I have my ...
BOZ PACK
We're cool, we're hip, and we own the Strip ...
Baby!!!
Anyone interested.
I got dibs on Chairman of the Board.

I wish I could be serious in here sometimes, but I can't, so I won't, so I'll see you later.
And sometimes not making any sense is the best sense there is, sometimes.
Till then.

Just another Milla pic, she seems to be a favorite around here, androgyny and all.



Milla is to androgyny as :
a. fish is to water
b. match is to fire.
c. sniff is to smell.
d. porn is to boz.
e. all of the above.
Milla Jovovich, chicks like her too.

The Angel of the Month competition is sadly lacking, with only one entry.
Shame on you Angels.
Shame, shame, shame ...
On a brighter note, we have a new Bozley's Angel.
Our newest Angel is Angel danee, who was most likely drunk when she applied, but too bad for her. She's an Angel, and she's going to have to deal with it.

Man, that last post had to be about the sappiest post I have ever made.
I almost smiled when I was writing it, and I mean a smile, not the smart ass sneer/leer that I usually have.
Oh well, even Hitler had his Eva Braun.
It's been almost sixty years, so I guess it is ok to make fun of Adolph and Eva, but say the word and I'll change it to ...
Oh well, even Charles Manson had his Squeaky Fromme.
Bend me, shape me, anyway you want me.

Happy May Day everyone, and speaking of May, that reminds me of my on again-off again junior high school girlfriend
Sue May, awwwwwwwwww, isn't that a sweet name. Sounds like something out of Li'l Abner and Dogpatch, doesn't it, but that was her name, Susan May, better known as Sue, and I better not be hearing any jokes about the sweetest young teen this side of paradise. Sweet Sue had curly blonde hair, and the greenest of green eyes, and a smile that could even melt my heart.
Plus ...
She had breasts, at least I think she did, I never saw them, I never touched them, I never accidently on purpose brushed up against them. Man, she guarded those breasts like they were Fort Knox and I was Goldfinger.
But ...
She did slip me the tongue on a regular basis.
And I was the man, ok, the boy, with the Midas touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold finger
Beckons you to enter my web of sin
But don't go in.
Good evening Miss Moneypenny.