Wet Wednesday

Netflix And Chill

The other night I found myself watching a silly teen comedy on Netflix called The A-List. My expectation was that I would watch it for a few minutes and then move on to something else,  but I ended up watching the whole damn thing.  I'm not going to throw down an entire review of The A-List, except to say that I found the whole premise to be ridiculous, but I also had the feeling that the people who made it might have better things to come.  Couldn't love it, didn't hate it, but I was riveted none-the-less because of the star of the film, a 21-year-old actor/singer/songwriter named Hudson Thames. My oh my! I would happily have spent an hour and a half simply looking at his face. Then this happened:  Hudson's character was compelled by the nonsense of the plot to streak his high school.  Well, isn't that special? Oh, yes it is. 

Turns out that Hudson is the son of 1980s TV and movie cutie Byron Thames, seen here in the 1985 film Seven Minutes In Heaven:

Hudson's maternal grandparents are eternal 1950s and '60s ingenue Connie Stevens, and 1950s crooner and serial monogamist Eddie Fisher. Carrie Fisher is his aunt.  Well, I guess, half-aunt, if that's a thing. 

Also, I' like to point out that Hudson seems to be a pretty darn good musician.  He is signed to Republic Records, and there are some nice videos of him singing on TheYouTubes, including this one of him with Postmodern Jukebox, which frankly makes me a little bit light-headed. 

Sunday Selfie, Couples Edition

I'm glad that I live in a time and place were a picture like this can be shared proudly and publicly and most people either love it, don't give a shit, or at least have the good sense to keep their bigotry to themselves.

Instaboy

16-year-old Benjamin Lasnier, form Denmark, was one of the first boys to use Instagram to become famous several years ago when the then pre-teen began posting daily selfies to his account.  His mother figured out something was going on when he started getting mobbed in public. Soon after he began to monetize, selling merchandise, and briefly launching a website offering exclusive content for a small monthly fee. Then, even though he hadn't previously demonstrated any talent besides being cute on camera, which he's very good at,  he suddenly announced that he was a singer, and Sony signed him to a record deal. Not to be too critical, but to my jaded ears, his first attempts sounded a bit like a chipmunk on speed, played at 78 rpm.  After years of development, Benjamin released his first single earlier this year.  It is bubblegum pop at its gummiest, not that that's necessarily a bad thing, but the chipmunk comparison still applies.  A second single is expected to drop soon. 

Styles That Might Not Catch On

I suppose when you look like that you can throw a shag carpet over your head and nobody gives a fuck.

Always A Suprise...

 

"Hey, look! I have a nipple!

Summer On The Wane

Here in the northern half of Earth the summer is quickly coming to a close, so let's remember it fondly with this lovely summery mystery boy.  Who is he, do you suppose? So far, the Internet has not helped me to answer that question.

Jumping Back In

How did I manage to let two weeks pass between posts?  It was pretty easy, actually.

Your Mid-Week Clavicle

Australian model Zachary Grenenger displays some extreme collarbone. Are you there, Luke?