by D.Minion
Day Three of the Playboy Video shoot. This time, Juli Ashton was the subject. I met her at a groovy seafood restaurant in Malibu. Juli, the crew, and I sat down for a little dinner and taped conversation. The dinner was good, the conversation was good, the taping wasn’t. For some reason the restaurant objected to the video camera. Dang. But I made do with my trusty digital!
(necessitated by D.Minion)
[It would probably be best if you just pretended this entire page was in “editor’s blue” since too much blue text looks like … well, too much blue text.]
Let’s start with something that you may well have figured out by now: For whatever reason, D.Minion has a fascination with ladders. Any time there is a person on a ladder doing something, that makes for a great picture, and occasionally even moving pictures. Now maybe it’s because I have spent a great deal of my life on one sort of ladder or another (well, not during the lawyering part) but I just don’t get it. Still, D.Minion’s uniqueness makes her perfect for this job, and one just learns to shrug one’s collective shoulders and move along. Still it’s interesting.
On the completely likely chance that you care nothing about porn set engineering or sweaty dudes on ladders rigging chandeliers, we’re taking a break to pop in the promised “absolutely functioning” video promised in “Sacred Heather Vuur” over in the story section.
So while all the fun stuff was going on outside, or in the dressing rooms, the dedicated nameless crew labored mightily — basically to keep a 300-pound piece of iron sculpture from falling on anyone’s exceptionally pretty face — or even Nick Manning’s. Feel free to carry on with page two. We had to.
On the other hand, if you’d simply like to see more Heather, we have helped you out, because that’s the kind of benevolent geeks we are.
[A week or so ago, the gang published a birthday “effort” featuring Jana Jordan. Although a bit low on the technical score — getting an incorrect Brea, and all — they did bring up an important point that made the gift heartwarming after all. The list of women that risqué did not represent, but certainly would have, happens to be a remarkably short one. Jana Jordan would certainly be on that list, however. Given Michael’s current Jana-craze, and the post from a week ago, we decided to update the story of the first time I met Jana (and Bubblegum). The words haven’t changed much, but goodness how much video on the web has evolved since the dark ages of 2007. It could make a fellow feel old, did he not spend so much time with lively twenty-somethings. … -L]
by X. Communicated
We’re going to have to skip a lot of relevant topics today, as if we didn’t we’d never finish before we ended up with a longer article than DM, Mav, or Lon have ever dreamed of creating. Besides, new pretty girls are always fun, and there’s no sense denying that we all hang around here because we’re honest enough to admit that.
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