Can I be Frank? Ok but who will I be?

The classics never age they just improve!

So with the recent launch of On Your Nose we’re adding a sexy fun feature.

The On Your Nose Blog is called PillowTalk! (Actually we wanted to add PillowFight but it got so complicated!).

(“It’s just PillowTalk baby!”).

PillowTalk features videos and photos and all kinds of sublime treats for your other remaining senses. Mmmmmm that’s a tasty blog, Sammy.

As if that wasn’t enough we’re also offering an intrepid music writer Stacie’s perspective on music!

CD reviews, rock shows…concert venues you have to read it to believe what this woman writes about.

If you think Daredevil is fearless you haven’t seen anything yet! (And technically neither has he!).

Now if your hand is raised to ask why on a blog devoted to comeuppance and justice we’d invite a music writer I’d answer by saying good question.

And suggest not everything in this life is designed to make sense. Or dollars. (Works better if you say it out loud).

Just make tea and enjoy her first blog here: Stacie is a great writer plus critics should note she rolls with Roller Derby chicas so expect cross roller bruisers at your front door for negative reviews! As my mom says during road trips: “You’ve been warned!”

Any questions?

On Your Nose (www.onyournose.com) is the charismatic celebration of comeuppance in pop culture and life. Come·up·pance noun: A punishment or fate that someone earns. On Your Nose: For when In Your Face just won’t do & Deal With It isn’t enough!

On Your Nose is the ideal expression for this remarkable community seriously seeking satisfaction in successes (“I told you so!”), a bold way to engage pop culture and declare the misfortunes of common cautionary tales. Not quite karma, not quite grace, not quite funk, not quite soul.

On Your Nose is that seriously sassy spot where your nasal bone ends and your cartilage begins. Yes Guy!

At Starbucks sipping Awake tea when Coldplay’s Scientist comes on.

When this phenomenal brunette comes in: literally stunning my raised cup freezes halfway to my mouth.

She’s weighed down by boxing sale bags and the sad small lie she’s not beautiful.

Orders her hot drink when somebody calls her mobile exacerbating her mood. The standard tone of the familiar when talking to the dense.

Sitting down to Christmas dinner you can’t help but observe just how strange these people you call family are.

Mr. Joe Strummer…you remain missed.

Thank you for always making sure I don’t take any freedoms for granted, for pushing me to never stay silent and how to add up the costs of a good fight.

Honestly?
Being single at this time of year is AWESOME!

Alright so…new project news!

People in cyber land meet On Your Nose, On Your Nose meet people in cyber land.

onyournose.com is…for you and by you. This is a new community. Does the web need another community? Absolutely, community is what the web is all about, especially a community with a special flavour. Check it…

As it says on the home page:
On Your Nose is the charismatic celebration of comeuppance in pop culture and life.

come·up·pance noun: A punishment or fate that someone earns. Yes Guy!

On Your Nose is that seriously sassy spot where your nasal bone ends and your cartilage begins.

On Your Nose: For when In Your Face just won’t do & Deal With It isn’t enough.

Oh yes, we’ve all been there. So go, sign up, play, post, read, comment, it’s your community. Make it what you will.

Yes Guy!

For my next Top Five for Pop Candy a USAToday blog written by Ms. Whitney Matheson I wanted to celebrate Christmas. And what says Christmas more than…a turkey?

So here is my Top Five Christmas Movie Turkeys. (You really thought I was gonna say Baby Jesus? Or even Santa…a Christmas tree maybe? Yo…I’m in it for the food!)

Thanks Ms. Whit.

For the hopelessly romantic, for the bookworm now reading at a Grade 5 level or higher & for fans of Spider-Man this Christmas might I suggest my book: Red Letter Nights.

This one has it all True Believers! Mayhem, Magic and Much Much More! Hotter than Bratz & cooler than an ipad it has to be read—without pants—to be appreciated. This Christmas…give the gift of poetry.

It’s the magical time of year. Snow on the ground, garish Christmas crap strung up on the walls of malls and peeing in your pants watching a friend wipe out on ice.