TGIF With No Rapture For YOU!

So, once again the supposed 'rapture' has come and gone, yet here I sit, untouched and unscathed. How could that be? I've been really good and pious and grateful and nice! I recycle, I compost, I am kind to animals, annoying old people and even screaming brats at the grocery store. What do I have to do, bleed from the palms? Endure another Inquisition while giggling like Anderson Cooper? Heal LINDSAY LOHAN?


Fuck it, it's cold, I'll make a fire.

Since we're probably going to be here through another long freaking Winter while all the sermonizers waft to the heavens like so many Led Balloons, Mr. McSlore built us a right proper wood rack for the sunroom. It only took him an hour and a half!

I think someone might be getting lucky tonight! 

What are YOUR plans?

LMLMB's New Look

I was getting so freaking tired of the strain on my eyes that I decided to make a change. It's a simple one. I still like the layout. I just didn't like the black. My only problem is that the light blue is so BORING. Any ideas? 


I think I'll go meditate in church and see if I can come up with anything. I mean, meditate to SLAYER, of course.

What A Smart Young Lady!

NOW Blogger decides to work! Oh well.

Stolen from Bunny's blog.

Happy Mothers Day

Things will be back to normal around here shortly. In the meantime, I hope your kids treat you well and your mothers don't embarrass you too badly or drown you in any pools. XOXO

William Levy, Aieeeeeeee!

Since Elsa wasn't on the show last night, the only real reason to watch The Real Housewives of Miami was this guy-

More pictures and a synopsis of what you DIDN'T miss after the jump.

Think You're A Bad Dancer?

Think again. Tom Brady has your ass beat.

Okay, don't kill me for this, but am I the only one that thinks he looks like Daniel Tosh in a wig?
Come ON.

For The Sophisticated, Yet Pithily Obscene World Traveler

Dontchuh say you ain't never alearned nuthin' on thissun here blog, now. Mkay?

An-Tweaking

As some of you know, we here chez McSlore are busy transforming one of the bland sun rooms into a Spanish/Moroccan bar/play area. To that end, we hopped into the Slore-mobile, yours truly a wee bit hopped up on caffeine, and trekked over to the Lorain Avenue Antique District (with a stop at Lily's Chocolates, natch). Here are some of our finds.


It starts out innocently enough with a lovely wrought iron hanging lamp that, sadly, was too big for the room.

Then a nice sideboard that was close in color of oakitude to what we wanted, but still not Moorish enough to be an inspiration-

Yes, these were taken NYE, and yes, that's me in the mirror. I didn't notice it until I downloaded the large version, and I turned up Blade Runner photo clicky style. Weird. And why do all these shops throw old Persian rugs under everything? It's just sloppy.