Entries from March 2011 ↓

Punk Justice League


Wonder Woman Set Pics

Oh no. No no no. This is gonna be just awful. Worse than Mercy Reef, that Aquaman pilot that never aired. At least they ditched the light blue pants…

Who Are John Boehner’s Sponsors?

I just saw this over at GOOD and loved it. Had to share it with you all. If John Boehner were a NASCAR driver, who would his corporate overlords, er, sponsors be?

Side note: Can we just take note that many of these companies spend way more on sponsoring one politician than the average college grad makes her first year out of college?! Imagine if all these wildly profitable companies were to stop spending money on already rich politicians, and used that money to create jobs instead. Yeah. Wouldn’t that be nice…

I Give Up: Pay Anything

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I Give Up – Pay Anything…
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Leaving Home

Today I did one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I told my bosses of six years that I’m moving on. It felt like a break up. One where the other person has been nothing short of stellar. Where they’re your closest friends and they know everything about you. Friends with whom you’ve been on amazing adventures. With whom you’ve suffered defeats but also reveled in numerous successes.

I told them that this new opportunity was too good to pass up. The chance to manage my own department. To put new skills to the test. And to be exposed to the wider world of branding. This is all true.

However, I also said that the hardest part of my decision was leaving them. And this is even truer. I’ve never had better bosses and, well, better friends.

Hours later, as I waited for the elevator to go get my afternoon coffee, I stared out the window at the gorgeous Oakland hills blanketed in sunlight. A wave of sadness descended upon me. I crossed the threshold of the open elevator doors, and I cried. A single tear. One of many more to come, no doubt. In fact, the lump in my throat as I write this is so big I can hardly breathe.

Which tells me that these people, this company, have made a huge impact on me. I’ve felt this way only three times in my life. Once when I left home for college (I cried for six straight hours on the flight to Boston). Again four years later during my final night in Cambridge (leaving what had become my new home, I cried for two hours as my family packed up my dorm room). And finally back in 2005, when my nine roommates and I had to move out of our warehouse in SoMa (we threw a huge farewell dance party and as the speakers pumped out their final bass note, I cried uncontrollably).

That’s it, isn’t it? I’m leaving home again.

And there they are. The tears return. This time with a vengeance. They stream down my face. Blur my vision. Reveal the true impact of this decision. And they just keep coming.

I’ve made the connection. I’m leaving home, once again. This realization grips and wrenches my heart. But through the pain I also feel happy. Happy to realize that I’ve become so close to this handful of people that leaving them, leaving home, is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

David Cross on Conservatives

Cute Super Hero Art

You Must Be This Tall To Ride This Ride

Okay, so here’s the deal. I have rules about dating. But then a guy comes along and I feel a spark. The spark. You know the one. It’s that electric shock you feel that makes you say, “fuck off!” to your rules. It overwrites and short-circuits any safeguards that might’ve been in place. Rules be damned. I dive in head first, pursuing the connection, with no regard for self-protection. Passion and infatuation blur my senses as my rules slip further and further into oblivion. Then a matter of weeks or months (or even years) pass and shit unravels. I suddenly realize that the crap I’m dealing with is a direct result of the rule or rules I pissed on and then shoved in a deep dark corner. And as I slam my palm into my forehead, I remember why I had rules in the first place. Le sigh.

I may or may not have recently (ahem, yesterday) found myself in this very situation, yet again. So, it’s time to revisit my rules. Time for a 2011 rule book update. My list is lovingly titled “You Must Be This Tall To Ride This Ride.” But make no mistake, this is only a metaphor. I love me some pocket gays. Seriously. Short dudes are among my favorite. There are a few traits that get extra gold stars as attractiveness goes: Short, Jewish, Big noses (jewish or not), Big penis (more of a requirement, but still gold star-worthy), and Blue eyes. Of course, I don’t limit myself to these traits (except the big peepee one). It’s just that I find these traits to be extra awesome when they come my way.

So, much like Alanis Morissette has her list of 21 Things, I’m starting my own list of requirements, preferences, and rules to which I promise to hold true.

You Must Be This Tall To Ride This Ride
(aka Logan’s Dating Requirements)

  • You must be wicked fucking smart. I mean, not smarter than me, obviously. But almost.
  • You must be no more than five years younger than me. Currently that means 28 years old and above.
  • You must have a job that pays well enough for us to buy nice things and go to fancy places. I don’t want no scrubs.
  • You must have lived in San Francisco for more than a year. Twice now I’ve fallen for the recently arrived gay homosexual. Twice it was a bad idea. Go fuck around and then let’s talk a few years down the road after you’ve sewn your wild oats (or whatever the gays are calling their semen these days).
  • You must want to screw like rabbits. I’m toatlly not joking. Like, not even a little bit. This is a big deal for me. I have a voracious sexual appetite. Not that I hook up with a ton of strangers to satisfy said appetite. But if I’m with a committed lover, we’d better not be able to keep our hands off of each other.
  • You must be athletically inclined. Mostly this means hitting the gym a couple times per week at minimum. Because if we’re going to have sex three times a day, you’re gonna need some mad crazy endurance and stamina.
  • You must love pets. I grew up on a cattle ranch. We had dogs, cats, ducks, horses, cows, and a goose. I love dogs and cats equally and when I eventually have my own place I want several of each. So yeah, don’t be fucking allergic to pets because trust that the pets will be sleeping in the bed while you’re sneezing your way out the door.
  • You must be a liberal and politically aware. It’s okay if you’re not as passionate about politics as I am. You don’t even have to be as far left as me. But if you ever use the terms “conservative,” “moderate,” or “libertarian,” to describe yourself, then sayonara muchacho.
  • You must be willing to go all in. Love like there’s no tomorrow. No holds barred. Feel it. Express it. I’m too old for fucked up games of “does he like me or does he not?” Be in touch with and embrace your emotions. Because I’m gonna let you know how much I like you. And I can only lay it all out there sans reciprocation for so long before I become a moody unrequited Logan. Do you really want to play games by holding back your affection and be the one responsible for the frown upon my face? Yeah, didn’t think so. So, Bring it!
  • You must love to laugh. I cannot emphasize this one enough. If I could extra triple bold that first line, I would. You see, I love life and I love laughing at life. I can be reduced to hysterical giggling tears from the simplest of jokes. My mom used to call me my Dad’s own personal Ed McMahon. His jokes were never very funny, but I loved them. I still love silliness and laughing until I cry. (Helpful hint: Reciting lines of Shakespeare in chicken clucks and whale song imitations are sure-fire ways to incite such a giggle fest. Especially when performed in public.)
  • You must enjoy stillness. I know this flies in the face of the silliness thing I just listed. But, sometimes spending a quiet weekend day on the couch can be just as fulfilling as a day spent brunching, shopping, or bouncing around the city mooing at passersby. And if I’m enjoying a quiet day reading a book, the only reasons you’d better be bugging me are a) to be offering me food, or b) to be instigating sexy times.
  • You must enjoy, respect, and celebrate independence within a relationship. Growing up in the woods, I have developed a powerful need for quiet, introspective time. While I want to share lots of things with a partner, a key ingredient to a successful relationship is having separate interests, hobbies, and friends. I’m an independent woman, so have your own life and let me have mine, hokay?

That’s about it for now. I’m sure the next relationship will yield new additions. But for now these are the ones I have strong feelings about. So read up boys. If you fit the bill, then step forward and let’s make something unbelievably awesome happen.

Dolph Lundgren vs. Unicorn | Norton 2010

This is fantastic!

Humpday Hotness Comes to an End

Early in the days of Loganotron, I had a weekly series called Thursday Night Boy Booty. After only a few months I replaced it with a new Wednesday series called Humpday Hotness.

The first Humpday Hotness post went up in November of 2008. Initially it didn’t take that much work — maybe 30 minutes each week. But as I ramped up, each post contained more and more pictures. I even started featuring two models per week. This required much more time. At one point I was spending over a half-dozen hours per week just searching for images and writing the posts.

It was a labor of love and represented an interest of mine. I was so committed to the weekly post that I would even craft impressively robust posts several weeks in advance if I knew I’d be away for vacation or holidays.

Over 180 Humpday Hotness posts later, the time has come to call it quits. More than anything this represents a shift in my interests. Not that I don’t love blogging. But I’m going to focus those half-dozen hours on a few well-written and opinionated posts each week.

This blog originally started out to help me find my voice — to give me an outlet to share my opinions and thoughts. This allowed me to review books and movies, and especially let me share my thoughts about gay marriage and healthcare. But it’s been a long time since I’ve seriously reviewed any media, despite continuing to voraciously devour books. And I haven’t commented on politics much lately, besides posting relevant YouTube videos.

Hopefully you’ll see a lot more of my voice on here soon. I have a lot to say about sexism, the economy, upcoming sci-fi and superhero movies, literature, and much much more. So stay tuned, and thanks for sticking around.

Oh, and if you really need a weekly (or daily) dose of hot man booty, check out my Tumblr account.

Pig in Boots

Al Qaeda Attacks Internet With Photo Of Adorable Piglet

Shredded Purple Pants



Poor Bats.

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Get the Facts: Corn Syrup

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