<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:38:39.010-08:00</updated><category term='florence'/><category term='gallery'/><category term='calendar'/><category term='Brutus'/><category term='autobiographical'/><category term='restaurant'/><category term='Tattoo'/><category term='art'/><category term='self portrait'/><category term='tootsie electra'/><category term='liquor'/><category term='New Years Eve'/><category term='paper doll'/><category term='Drag queen'/><category term='firenze'/><category term='rodil'/><category term='book release'/><category term='fanvixens'/><category term='vegas'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Drag'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='tranny'/><category term='italy'/><category term='sushi'/><category term='fine dining'/><category term='make up'/><category term='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='labrador'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='rodilphotography.blogspot.com'/><category term='casimir'/><category term='contest'/><category term='photography'/><category term='halekulani'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='banners'/><category term='white rabbit'/><category term='2010'/><category term='party'/><category term='red queen'/><category term='Aruba'/><category term='book'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='los angeles'/><category term='arabic'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='Alice in Wonderland'/><category term='living dolls'/><category term='brenda'/><category term='food'/><category term='awards'/><category term='maid'/><category term='modeling'/><category term='rescue'/><category term='model'/><category term='landscape'/><category term='NYE'/><title type='text'>Rodil Photography</title><subtitle type='html'>Filtered down to my photography</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-601220917015427634</id><published>2010-03-29T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:11:15.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>Karaoke/Tattoo Party</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my sister threw a karaoke/tattoo party at her house. It  was BYOB, so I brought my karaoke machine and&amp;nbsp; a bottle of wine. =) Good  times with cool folks. I decided to bring my camera to snap some shots  of the festivities. (Click photos to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVQL3YHkI/AAAAAAAABrM/FG0AzrxjtUg/s1600/kar11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FUs0_IJlI/AAAAAAAABqE/JByyM0m5Xjw/s1600/kar1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FUs0_IJlI/AAAAAAAABqE/JByyM0m5Xjw/s400/kar1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FUwD1YDTI/AAAAAAAABqM/YUjOq2oJQdE/s1600/kar2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FUwD1YDTI/AAAAAAAABqM/YUjOq2oJQdE/s320/kar2.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FU3XQO_5I/AAAAAAAABqk/4pAw_H0XtDE/s1600/kar5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FU3XQO_5I/AAAAAAAABqk/4pAw_H0XtDE/s320/kar5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVG50nbwI/AAAAAAAABqs/Xn5C1MiFItU/s1600/kar6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVG50nbwI/AAAAAAAABqs/Xn5C1MiFItU/s320/kar6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVIy5MzuI/AAAAAAAABq0/f17QQIfpyR8/s1600/kar7brut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVIy5MzuI/AAAAAAAABq0/f17QQIfpyR8/s400/kar7brut.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ^My big Brut chillin. Everyone loves him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVa3KgKKI/AAAAAAAABrc/CI37kYCnCHg/s1600/kar13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVa3KgKKI/AAAAAAAABrc/CI37kYCnCHg/s640/kar13.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bohemian Rhapsody  always gets drunk karaoke folk pumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVelriysI/AAAAAAAABrk/7cI4HIwnh0s/s1600/kar14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVelriysI/AAAAAAAABrk/7cI4HIwnh0s/s400/kar14.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVgi2OAmI/AAAAAAAABrs/stzATzvhps0/s1600/kar15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVgi2OAmI/AAAAAAAABrs/stzATzvhps0/s400/kar15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ^Blaine getting inked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVQL3YHkI/AAAAAAAABrM/FG0AzrxjtUg/s1600/kar11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FVQL3YHkI/AAAAAAAABrM/FG0AzrxjtUg/s400/kar11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ^A shot with me for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7QXP1i2ehI/AAAAAAAABsE/6LynUx0_Sh0/s1600/kar17s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7QXP1i2ehI/AAAAAAAABsE/6LynUx0_Sh0/s400/kar17s.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ^A  party just isn't a party without projectile vomit, I always say. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's  all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-601220917015427634?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/601220917015427634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/karaoketattoo-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/601220917015427634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/601220917015427634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/karaoketattoo-party.html' title='Karaoke/Tattoo Party'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7FUs0_IJlI/AAAAAAAABqE/JByyM0m5Xjw/s72-c/kar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-4758440905195349701</id><published>2010-03-05T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:51:53.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white rabbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rodilphotography.blogspot.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice in Wonderland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red queen'/><title type='text'>Liaisons of the Red Queen</title><content type='html'>My piece for an upcoming gallery show... pst for info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S5FUCvA0ZII/AAAAAAAABiU/tbMALp60hoA/s1600-h/redqueen1flatslogo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445225830424011906" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S5FUCvA0ZII/AAAAAAAABiU/tbMALp60hoA/s400/redqueen1flatslogo.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 308px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-4758440905195349701?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4758440905195349701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/liaisons-of-red-queen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/4758440905195349701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/4758440905195349701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/03/liaisons-of-red-queen.html' title='Liaisons of the Red Queen'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S5FUCvA0ZII/AAAAAAAABiU/tbMALp60hoA/s72-c/redqueen1flatslogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-5696694893279322343</id><published>2010-02-28T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:44:18.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rodil'/><title type='text'>Shoot from 8/15/09</title><content type='html'>I love this girl. She's gorgeous and happens to be a very great friend. =) Make up by the super talented ValC.  Shot at one of my  favorite houses in Venice  Beach. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Ss24SSS_erI/AAAAAAAABMM/C3tStG6ttww/s1600-h/4693s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390166953321003698" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Ss24SSS_erI/AAAAAAAABMM/C3tStG6ttww/s400/4693s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 284px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Ss3J1hr-xZI/AAAAAAAABM8/rrZQIWLRXIE/s1600-h/4565s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390186250445440402" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Ss3J1hr-xZI/AAAAAAAABM8/rrZQIWLRXIE/s400/4565s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Ss3J1BeIsEI/AAAAAAAABM0/6nokAPypYLg/s1600-h/4503s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390186241797435458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Ss3J1BeIsEI/AAAAAAAABM0/6nokAPypYLg/s400/4503s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 286px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Ss24SDaZqYI/AAAAAAAABME/EnFmiC0F2Ew/s1600-h/4555s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390166949325547906" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Ss24SDaZqYI/AAAAAAAABME/EnFmiC0F2Ew/s400/4555s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Ss24Q41KDpI/AAAAAAAABLs/HhpGP6eprFg/s1600-h/4378s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390166929305112210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Ss24Q41KDpI/AAAAAAAABLs/HhpGP6eprFg/s400/4378s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 309px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-5696694893279322343?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5696694893279322343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/shoot-from-81509.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/5696694893279322343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/5696694893279322343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/10/shoot-from-81509.html' title='Shoot from 8/15/09'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Ss24SSS_erI/AAAAAAAABMM/C3tStG6ttww/s72-c/4693s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-4531868377727232790</id><published>2010-02-26T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:00:25.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtown Santa Barbara</title><content type='html'>I was able to test out my new Nikon 70-200mm lens by snapping a few  shots with it while shopping around Downtown Santa Barbara. Note these  are considered snapshots because I didn't stand there and take the time  to compose the images very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4hT9c5zDNI/AAAAAAAABfE/gVRx0l04jQ0/s1600-h/balloondude.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442692464872983762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4hT9c5zDNI/AAAAAAAABfE/gVRx0l04jQ0/s400/balloondude.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 293px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Balloon Guy- I  wanted him to fashion me a guitar for a shoot, but I haven't even  decided on a model for my Rock n' Roll clown. Haha. God, time is flying.  Gotta get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4hT8_cNcPI/AAAAAAAABe8/q-eg7zY239E/s1600-h/asiansshiz.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442692456964255986" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4hT8_cNcPI/AAAAAAAABe8/q-eg7zY239E/s400/asiansshiz.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 284px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^I thought this  was funny. "Asians r the shit!" on his guitar. Reminds me of when I was  a dumb kid, writing nonsensical Asian Pride propaganda on my property.  Smh. Ironically, the boy doesn't look asian at all. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4hT8VAwmVI/AAAAAAAABe0/Kt3xhB41PwY/s1600-h/amopedgang.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442692445574830418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4hT8VAwmVI/AAAAAAAABe0/Kt3xhB41PwY/s400/amopedgang.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 277px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Moped gang.  You wouldn't wanna be stuck walking in a dark alley with this group of  badasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4hT7_RkQcI/AAAAAAAABes/4Rs9gD7vCjM/s1600-h/aflowers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442692439739744706" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4hT7_RkQcI/AAAAAAAABes/4Rs9gD7vCjM/s400/aflowers.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 276px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Cheesy flower  shot. I know. I think I'm entitled to at least 5 cheesy shots a year,  ok? Shoot. I'm still a girl and I still like flowers. pfsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  was sprinkling on and off so I had my camera hidden under my jacket  most of the time then just bust it out to snap a few shots here and  there. The verdict- I love my new lens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-4531868377727232790?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4531868377727232790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/downtown-santa-barbara.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/4531868377727232790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/4531868377727232790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/downtown-santa-barbara.html' title='Downtown Santa Barbara'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4hT9c5zDNI/AAAAAAAABfE/gVRx0l04jQ0/s72-c/balloondude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-3391992492719217594</id><published>2010-02-24T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:56:30.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labrador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brutus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescue'/><title type='text'>Brutus</title><content type='html'>A New Member of the Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Have you got a Labrador. Know anywhere you  can get a Labrador? Then SHIUDDUP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, I'm going to take a break from  writing about Ojai, so I can introduce my new buddy, Brutus! We decided  to get a rescue, because it's really nice to be able to give a dog in  need a loving home. It feels good to give a dog who went through a lot  of trauma, a new lease on life. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's actually a pure bred  chocolate lab with all his papers. His previous owner pretty much  neglected him and when he was rescued he was near starving. He was super  thin, his ribs were showing like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My top name options were Thor(god of thunder),  Loki(god of mischief), or Brutus. We decided to commit to a name after  we saw his personality. He is HUGE, and powerful, but a bit of a klutz  due to his massive size so we chose Brutus. I like the name- Reminds me  of popeye and he was actually responding to the name quite quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brutus  is about 3 years old- bit older than we requested, but it doesn't  matter. He's very well behaved and intuitive. He'll learn easily with a  few good training sessions. I really love training dogs. I'm so stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4UAnfDp1bI/AAAAAAAABec/tYWAiuRU_Jw/s1600-h/brutus1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441756403098834354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4UAnfDp1bI/AAAAAAAABec/tYWAiuRU_Jw/s400/brutus1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 302px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Look  at his eyes! We were really happy that they had such a gorgeous and  sweet chocolate lab available so quickly. His foster mom is a really  sweet woman who let us have him early so long as we agreed to take him  to his neutering appointment next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes  to training, Brutus is the first big dog I've ever worked with. I think  the only thing I'm scared of his massive size and strength in public.  He's like a bear/horse. lol. He is in no way aggressive, but he is  curious and he can really pull me around if he wanted to. When I walk  him I really feel the power in his muscles. I have to learn to control  him right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4UAmQjrCMI/AAAAAAAABeM/exc4fuC-EVQ/s1600-h/brutus.jpg" onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441756382026729666" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4UAmQjrCMI/AAAAAAAABeM/exc4fuC-EVQ/s400/brutus.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 276px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Some  of the goodies we bought for him before he was brought over. =)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4UAnLk_TBI/AAAAAAAABeU/qdJeqOD427g/s1600-h/brutus4s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441756397869943826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4UAnLk_TBI/AAAAAAAABeU/qdJeqOD427g/s400/brutus4s.jpg" style="display: block; height: 272px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^He's  gained a lot of weight since the first pictures we saw of him were  taken. He's so handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be more happy with the  instant connection that he's already made. His stomach might be a bit  sensitive due to his previous trauma, but it's something that we are  more than happy to work with. We love him very much already. He's going  to make the perfect long term buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all. Thanks for  all the nice messages, and what have you. Hope you all had a great  weekend. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-3391992492719217594?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3391992492719217594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/brutus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/3391992492719217594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/3391992492719217594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/brutus.html' title='Brutus'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S4UAnfDp1bI/AAAAAAAABec/tYWAiuRU_Jw/s72-c/brutus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-4172274484332378086</id><published>2010-02-08T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:02:23.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwback</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy working on the calendar. I couldn't be more  pleased with all the ideas I got for the 2011 calendar from the &lt;a href="http://fanvixens.com/2010/01/free-giveaway-win-the-star-trek-3-disc-special-edition-blu-ray-movie/#comments"&gt;giveaway  contest&lt;/a&gt; that I'm throwing on my &lt;a href="http://fanvixens.com/blog"&gt;FanVixens  Blog.&lt;/a&gt; The contest ends on the 10th, so you can still enter if you  haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually planning on doing a review and  comparing Providence, Melisse, and Sona, since I ate at all of those  restaurants last week, but I don't have the time or energy atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  to leave you with a bit of content here are a few photos from a set  that I shot with my sexy girl, Brit. This was at my Venice studio in  September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S3ANuF9SGYI/AAAAAAAABas/At7mIpF8Tl4/s1600-h/5907s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435859835760548226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S3ANuF9SGYI/AAAAAAAABas/At7mIpF8Tl4/s400/5907s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 246px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S3ANto5nTrI/AAAAAAAABak/o75W-pnLryw/s1600-h/4863S.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435859827960532658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S3ANto5nTrI/AAAAAAAABak/o75W-pnLryw/s400/4863S.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 257px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S3ANtHP2EzI/AAAAAAAABac/9xDLh0qLNYg/s1600-h/4811S.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435859818926969650" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S3ANtHP2EzI/AAAAAAAABac/9xDLh0qLNYg/s400/4811S.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 327px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S3ANsvdrtoI/AAAAAAAABaU/dd9D6Z8Z9wQ/s1600-h/4742S.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435859812542559874" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S3ANsvdrtoI/AAAAAAAABaU/dd9D6Z8Z9wQ/s400/4742S.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 286px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess that's  all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-4172274484332378086?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4172274484332378086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/throwback.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/4172274484332378086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/4172274484332378086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/02/throwback.html' title='Throwback'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S3ANuF9SGYI/AAAAAAAABas/At7mIpF8Tl4/s72-c/5907s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-2510333133981637255</id><published>2010-01-26T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:42:46.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanvixens'/><title type='text'>Vima FanVixens Miss January 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7SFlerextI/AAAAAAAABs0/W2NqSn63c7w/s1600/vimacatreel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7SFlerextI/AAAAAAAABs0/W2NqSn63c7w/s640/vimacatreel.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7SF0fOz94I/AAAAAAAABtE/S7Cl-dJ9FjY/s1600/vima1s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7SF0fOz94I/AAAAAAAABtE/S7Cl-dJ9FjY/s320/vima1s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More of Vima on &lt;a href="http://fanvixens.com/blog"&gt;the FanVixens Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-2510333133981637255?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2510333133981637255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/vima-fanvixens-miss-january-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/2510333133981637255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/2510333133981637255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/vima-fanvixens-miss-january-2010.html' title='Vima FanVixens Miss January 2010'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S7SFlerextI/AAAAAAAABs0/W2NqSn63c7w/s72-c/vimacatreel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-7950353799736691149</id><published>2010-01-16T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:16:44.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aruba'/><title type='text'>NYE 2010 in Aruba! (Click photos to enlarge)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1J_X4ub5YI/AAAAAAAABUE/HnVEWCUvnRg/s1600-h/5709nyes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427540549275739522" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1J_X4ub5YI/AAAAAAAABUE/HnVEWCUvnRg/s400/5709nyes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 310px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^The goods...  sweet baby Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;Growing up,  I've always had a bit of a phobia of fireworks, ever  since my mom traumatized us with horror stories of her friends losing  hands playing with fireworks when she was a child. Eck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1J_XhQs8BI/AAAAAAAABT8/gXZ2AveX2r4/s1600-h/5702nyes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427540542977011730" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1J_XhQs8BI/AAAAAAAABT8/gXZ2AveX2r4/s400/5702nyes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^what we had to  work with...the clear evening sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks make me  pretty antsy, but they were able to convince me that everything would be  safe and that they were just going to shoot everything toward the  water....I was able to stay out to watch a few. I had my camera and  tripod set up not too far from where they were lighting the first  rocket. They light it and I turn around to see everyone running behind  me! LOL. My tripod was set low to the ground, but I got up and ran with  them. The rocket ended up exploding into the ground shooting lots of  debris right at where I was crouching. Then Diego says, "Oh maybe you  shot it upside down!" I'm like, "Oh hell, no! Safe my ass!" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here  are some shots we were able to get. Although the covered much more of  the sky. The camera was just set up way too close, but this does give  one the idea of the danger I experienced. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1KBV3jJ8bI/AAAAAAAABUc/hU6maMTdX7k/s1600-h/5729nyes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427542713623507378" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1KBV3jJ8bI/AAAAAAAABUc/hU6maMTdX7k/s400/5729nyes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1KBWSrveUI/AAAAAAAABUk/lBAX9f86PMQ/s1600-h/5734nyes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427542720907278658" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1KBWSrveUI/AAAAAAAABUk/lBAX9f86PMQ/s400/5734nyes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1KBWsVY5kI/AAAAAAAABUs/3IW2pUCb4XY/s1600-h/5735nyes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427542727792846402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1KBWsVY5kI/AAAAAAAABUs/3IW2pUCb4XY/s400/5735nyes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1KBXLeLGgI/AAAAAAAABU0/C3HKGuVxHPQ/s1600-h/5736nyes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427542736151190018" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1KBXLeLGgI/AAAAAAAABU0/C3HKGuVxHPQ/s400/5736nyes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1KBXXFN3nI/AAAAAAAABU8/5-j3cIFzHO8/s1600-h/5737nyes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427542739267739250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1KBXXFN3nI/AAAAAAAABU8/5-j3cIFzHO8/s400/5737nyes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Lol. in the  last shot it looks like my sister was inches away from meeting her  demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After letting of 3 huge ones, I'm not talking  your bullshit disneyland fireworks and right above my head... I saw shit  falling on everyone and I pretty much just boned the fuck out- straight  to the house. I actually felt like I was in a war for a minute cuz  there were loud blasts and bright lights exploding right behind me. lol.  I ran and didn't look back until I crossed the street. I looked up and I  still felt like the fireworks were way to close. haha. Yeah. I'm a big  vagina, but at least I had the guts to stick around for a while, even  though I already had a pre-existing fear of fucking fireworks. I'm much  more content watching them from afar. No, I did not feel safe lighting  some crazy chinese fireworks with a bunch of amateurs in a foreign  country. Sue me. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-7950353799736691149?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7950353799736691149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/nye-2010-in-aruba-click-photos-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/7950353799736691149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/7950353799736691149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/nye-2010-in-aruba-click-photos-to.html' title='NYE 2010 in Aruba! (Click photos to enlarge)'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S1J_X4ub5YI/AAAAAAAABUE/HnVEWCUvnRg/s72-c/5709nyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-7844977935377466042</id><published>2010-01-11T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:23:11.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aruba'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year! Back from Aruba =)</title><content type='html'>To be honest, Aruba was pretty much more like a combo of work/vacation,  so it really wasn't a completely relaxing retreat, but I'm happy I was  able to go. On top of that, I was really stoked that I was able to have  my sister and her bf flown out to spend NYE and some leisure time with  me in Aruba. Hey, it wouldn't be an NYE celebration without her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in a 2 bedroom house in a nice little area  called Malmok. It was right across from a nice beach and snorkling area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here  I am doing my usual self-shot portraits with the good old remote. I was  right outside our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S0u10UYxJ-I/AAAAAAAABQ4/mg5bSl7rhb4/s1600-h/5901s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425630086528313314" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S0u10UYxJ-I/AAAAAAAABQ4/mg5bSl7rhb4/s400/5901s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^You can see  the remote strap looking like the outline of a flaccid penis. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S0u107T3ZlI/AAAAAAAABRA/sXlfswki01U/s1600-h/5914s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425630096976733778" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S0u107T3ZlI/AAAAAAAABRA/sXlfswki01U/s400/5914s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^The  comfortable ass hammock I claimed throughout the trip. I slept on this a  lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S0u10LMyOVI/AAAAAAAABQw/fmDDlP3kTZ8/s1600-h/5915s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425630084062132562" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S0u10LMyOVI/AAAAAAAABQw/fmDDlP3kTZ8/s400/5915s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^The weather in  Aruba was perfect for me. About 8o something degrees Fahrenheit all  day. Nice humidity. The itching I was suffering from here in LA  disappeared immediately. If the weather here in LA permitted, I'd lounge  in bikini's and sun dresses all day. I thrive in tropical weather.&lt;br /&gt;Directly across the street is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S0u1zux7pTI/AAAAAAAABQo/MyhPnz5fy_A/s1600-h/168s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425630076433311026" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S0u1zux7pTI/AAAAAAAABQo/MyhPnz5fy_A/s400/168s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 263px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^The snorkeling  was amazing. This is an area where boats would dock throughout the day  so tourists could jump into the clear, calm water to snorkel and it was  right outside our house! I must've seen thousands of sea creatures.  Different schools of fish floating around, Angel fish, squid...we even  saw a huge &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triggerfish"&gt;triggerfish&lt;/a&gt;  on my last day of snorkeling. It was following us a bit and I sorta  freaked out. lol. My friend would bring artificial crab meat and feed  the fish. We would be surrounded by so many fish and they would just eat  out of his hand. It was such a trip!&lt;br /&gt;To the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S0u-lUyMV3I/AAAAAAAABRY/H-VONUWTwlQ/s1600-h/5823s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425639724541564786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S0u-lUyMV3I/AAAAAAAABRY/H-VONUWTwlQ/s400/5823s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Candid shots  of my sister and Blaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll write more about Aruba and NYE later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-7844977935377466042?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7844977935377466042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-back-from-aruba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/7844977935377466042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/7844977935377466042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-back-from-aruba.html' title='Happy New Year! Back from Aruba =)'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/S0u10UYxJ-I/AAAAAAAABQ4/mg5bSl7rhb4/s72-c/5901s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-6539287201792912831</id><published>2009-07-03T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanvixens'/><title type='text'>My FanVixens 2010 Calendar!!! the unveiling...EDIT!</title><content type='html'>So I pretty much finished it. Hours and hours of creating my new baby and she's finally all put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 months, 15 babes, 1 fucking awesome calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring:&lt;br /&gt;Vima, Mika Casimir, Autumn, Jordan, Boogie, Ambrielle, Leanne Bell, Sonia, Laura, Ranila Miyu, Elyssa, Angel, Ave Rose, Brenda, and of course your favorite supervillain. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the front and back cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SlHWSqQBfkI/AAAAAAAAAqw/kPvlOwEAkrg/s1600-h/s1frontcoverw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SlHWSqQBfkI/AAAAAAAAAqw/kPvlOwEAkrg/s400/s1frontcoverw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355297047987715650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SlHWS4uAhdI/AAAAAAAAAq4/SScMXnicjxU/s1600-h/s28BACKCOVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SlHWS4uAhdI/AAAAAAAAAq4/SScMXnicjxU/s400/s28BACKCOVER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355297051871577554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two hot images for each month. Can't wait to see it printed. =) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I still might move some of the titles around and a bit more text. Also there will be a barcode somewhere on the back. &lt;/span&gt;So these are updated. I added the barcode and logos to the back and I didn't realize that the original said 16 babes, but there are 15. =P haha. so much work. You go over things so many times, simple mistakes get overlooked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!! K. Time for bed. I feel like a zombie. I very proud zombie.&lt;br /&gt;Sending the ftp files tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Thanks for all the love. I'm so backed up, and I'd love to write back to everyone, but I'm still so busy. I have to get comic con costumes together, for myself and some of my models. Also, I will be planning a calendar release party and lots of other fun stuff. When things get settled, I'll start blogging more and interacting with all of you like I used to. =) xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-6539287201792912831?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6539287201792912831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-fanvixens-2010-calendar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/6539287201792912831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/6539287201792912831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-fanvixens-2010-calendar.html' title='My FanVixens 2010 Calendar!!! the unveiling...EDIT!'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SlHWSqQBfkI/AAAAAAAAAqw/kPvlOwEAkrg/s72-c/s1frontcoverw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-6428663588251086304</id><published>2009-06-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firenze'/><title type='text'>Back from Europe mini photoshoot from my room in Venezia</title><content type='html'>So I'm back from my awesome trip to Italy and Amsterdam. The food was absolutely amazing. The sights were beautiful. It was an extremely memorable and wonderful holiday. I gained 9 lbs in 2 weeks. haha. So you know I was happy. =) I don't have much time to post. I took thousands of photos of sights and food and such. You need to see some of the amazing views I had in all my rooms, but that will be posted later. I stayed in Roma, Firenze, Venezia, and Amsterdam. I'm so pooped, but sad to be back home and   back to work. I have hundreds of interesting stories. I'll have to write about it slowly over time, although I still didn't even finish writing about my trip to Hawaii last August, which actually had some really funny stories. Ahh... well, the calendar is almost finished. I'm going to show images of the cover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll post some photos of myself in my awesome room at the Westin Europa and Regina in Venezia (Venice). My stay in Venezia was toward the middle of my trip, as you can see, I gained a bit a weight, but I think posed in only flattering positions. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SjkRbVdjhJI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0UG8onMIH-U/s1600-h/648s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SjkRbVdjhJI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0UG8onMIH-U/s400/648s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348325193794421906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SjkRbuqQTKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/GvXIVIy1_hI/s1600-h/676s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SjkRbuqQTKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/GvXIVIy1_hI/s400/676s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348325200558574754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SjkRbqj4__I/AAAAAAAAAmU/FYk0eRFnlj8/s1600-h/703s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SjkRbqj4__I/AAAAAAAAAmU/FYk0eRFnlj8/s400/703s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348325199458140146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SjkRb-9vNCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/VTqEOrSgRyk/s1600-h/764s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SjkRb-9vNCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/VTqEOrSgRyk/s400/764s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348325204935259170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I intended on making these black and white, and I will, but later.&lt;br /&gt;Stockings- Emilio Cavallini purchased in Firenze, bra- Victoria Secret. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-6428663588251086304?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6428663588251086304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-europe-mini-photoshoot-from.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/6428663588251086304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/6428663588251086304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-europe-mini-photoshoot-from.html' title='Back from Europe mini photoshoot from my room in Venezia'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SjkRbVdjhJI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0UG8onMIH-U/s72-c/648s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-4380572774607832591</id><published>2009-05-11T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanvixens'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I wasn't able to continue blogging right away. I've been so busy, it's insane. I'm constantly doing a billion (yes, a billion) things at once. My mind is constantly working over time from the moment I wake up till the moment my sleeping pills kick in. I have so much to write about, but I don't have the time so I'll just give a quick update for now and post more about april later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my big project is coming along, but I'm really cutting it close with my deadline. I've been working on a calendar/website for all you Fanboys (and girls) out there called Fanvixens. It's going to feature smoking hot chicks in geek themed scenes. Omg! let me tell you, these girls are  top notch beauties, they make me jealous. Oh I'm going to be in it too. I've been having so much fun shooting these lovely ladies, but it's a lot of work to put together. I need the calendar printed before the San Diego comic con and I really want the site to be up and running before then. We'll see. Here's a preview behind the scenes photo of us dorkettes dweebing out after a shoot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SgjaJPk5TeI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ENDmEdG2U0U/s1600-h/fanvixbhnds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SgjaJPk5TeI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ENDmEdG2U0U/s400/fanvixbhnds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334753610955312610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^So this isn't the most flattering pic, but we were just having fun after the shoot. I fucking love these girls, and I'm warning you, this shoot was pretty hot and heavy. An often romanticized cat fight...love it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh here's a funny photo from another shoot for the calendar that I did on the rooftop of my home away from home at venice beach. Crowds of people were sort of standing around taking pictures from the hotdog stand. haha. I decided to take a quick snap of some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SgjdknHCAiI/AAAAAAAAAlc/e3j2IFCVJl4/s1600-h/crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SgjdknHCAiI/AAAAAAAAAlc/e3j2IFCVJl4/s200/crowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334757379663856162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents just moved to the Philippines the other day. Before they left, I did a quick family portrait, which we hadn't done since I was like 8 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SgjlhbMZymI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hZA_gRnPY8c/s1600-h/2107c1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SgjlhbMZymI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hZA_gRnPY8c/s400/2107c1s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334766121018575458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^with my parents and 4 sisters- all growed up. Can you imagine the stress of having 5 pretty daughters with attitude problems. haha. I'm the exact middle, two older and two younger. The forgotten child...hence, my out of place pose. haha. =P I really wanted to put together more interesting poses, but this had to be quick. My family waits for no one. Getting everyone to sit in one spot for a few shots was a challenge! This was the only pose where everyone was actually looking at the camera. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Sgj8_YXB8rI/AAAAAAAAAl0/kTBO3poW5_E/s1600-h/2105cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Sgj8_YXB8rI/AAAAAAAAAl0/kTBO3poW5_E/s400/2105cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791924421358258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^My dad was more into doing some dramatic Greek Hellenistic type poses every other shot. Haha. Now I know where I got that goofy trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June I'm fucking going to ITALY and AMSTERDAM!!! I'm so stoked. This will be my first trip to Europe, so I've been researching like crazy! I'll be hitting up Rome for 4 nights, Florence for 4 nights, Venice for 2 nights then Amsterdam for 3 nights. If anyone's ever been to any of these places hit me up with some ideas for good grubbin' and places that stand out for visiting. I want to do some sort of wine tour in Tuscany and hit up lots of museums and historic sights, but I want to know what's really good.  Planning this trip is super overwhelming, even with the help of a great travel agent. There is just so much I want to do! I can't wait! =) My ass is going to be so fat when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SgjorYat8zI/AAAAAAAAAls/IXDJPEivka0/s1600-h/italy+600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SgjorYat8zI/AAAAAAAAAls/IXDJPEivka0/s200/italy+600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334769590606885682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Ever since I was a kid I wanted to go to Italy because it's shaped like a witch's boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some awesome bday gifts. I love the super hot gift I got from&lt;a href="http://xppinkxx.blogspot.com/"&gt; Pink &lt;/a&gt;! I also got an awesome gift from &lt;a href="http://batyoureyelashes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kimberly Tia&lt;/a&gt;. I have photos on my pocket cam, but I can't find it at the moment. I am so gonna rock these gifts in some bad ass shoots though...you know how I do. =)&lt;br /&gt;I also was 2nd place in &lt;a href="http://beautyisandrogynous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi's &lt;/a&gt; drag contest and  a runner up for &lt;a href="http://makeupbabble.blogspot.com/"&gt;Makeup Mama's&lt;/a&gt; drag contest. Tootsie did well with her first contests. =) I have photos of the prizes and such, but those are also on my pocket cam. That thing has to be somewhere in my mess of a room. Eck, I don't even want to think about how messy my place is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I got my new place. I'm renting the second unit in my duplex and had them break a whole in the wall, so I have double the space. 2 kitchens, 2 living rooms, 4 bedrooms, and (yikes) double rent. I fucking love it though. I'm turning the second living room into a sexy space for photoshoots. It took me 2 days straight to paint the bitch because I did some intense stenciling on one wall, but it came out fucking hot! It's black with a white damask sort of pattern. Back breaking work, I tells ya, but so worth it. I have photos of that on my little camera too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...so much more I want to write about, but I've got to get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-4380572774607832591?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4380572774607832591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/4380572774607832591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/4380572774607832591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SgjaJPk5TeI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ENDmEdG2U0U/s72-c/fanvixbhnds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-8003744326704353517</id><published>2009-03-27T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:11:32.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tranny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tootsie electra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><title type='text'>*redit another drag contest* The other night I killed two birds Arabic MU and the return of Tootsie</title><content type='html'>First, I'd like to say thanks to all the lovely people who have been commenting me and what have you. I will try to get around to answering everyone over the weekend if time permits. I've been so damned busy, it's fucking ridiculous. Off the top of my head, I do recall a few people asking where I got Pink's gloves. They were from Frederick's. How do you ladies get reply to comments? Do you answer via your own comment box or go to an individual's blog and comment there? That's one area where xanga was better. The ability to reply to comments easily. Bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, my laptop was acting up while I was in the middle of editing. I'm so getting a new macbook pro this weekend, but to keep myself from tossing this one out the window I decided to keep myself busy by doing &lt;a href="http://spankedelic.blogspot.com/"&gt; Spankedelic's &lt;/a&gt; Arabic makeup contest. I did the research and realized that a lot of Arabic makeup is quite equivalent to drag makeup! Similar dramatic eyes and contouring... So of course I decided to do a whole new set with Tootsie Electra. =) (click photos to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;Here's the contest entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Scy_iCL3G7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/NVNJbsCgyrs/s1600-h/1694crps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317835851440790450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Scy_iCL3G7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/NVNJbsCgyrs/s400/1694crps.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 291px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Scy_h6V6vHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/yY_FtN_JQVI/s1600-h/1691eyescrp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317835849335487602" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Scy_h6V6vHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/yY_FtN_JQVI/s400/1691eyescrp.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 147px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Scy_iO7irbI/AAAAAAAAAdw/G8-WEK3QosA/s1600-h/1687crps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317835854862003634" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Scy_iO7irbI/AAAAAAAAAdw/G8-WEK3QosA/s400/1687crps.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 282px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SczFjTa4VNI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yCi29gil0ws/s1600-h/arabicmakeup.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317842470316823762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SczFjTa4VNI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yCi29gil0ws/s400/arabicmakeup.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 377px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Inspiration...If that doesn't look like drag queen makeup, may all your teeth fall out and hair grow in it's place.&lt;/div&gt;I never join these contests to win, I do them for fun. I love having the drive to be creative. I also love seeing other peoples' entries. So if you want to enter Spankedelic's &lt;a href="http://spankedelic.blogspot.com/2009/03/contest-time-1-year-anniversary.html"&gt; Arabic Makeup Contest &lt;/a&gt;, do it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I just entered this look in &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6361793912069853664&amp;amp;postID=7154596004411069368"&gt; Makeup Mama's &lt;/a&gt; contest, since I just realized she extended the entry date. =) Not sure if it's allowed, but we'll see. I didn't enter the drag pics in the arabic eyes contest. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootsie (mutherffin) Electra... my tribute to the awesome performers at Club Illusion and AsiaSF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Scy_iZs8wKI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Y9csNhEb5fc/s1600-h/tootsieblue1s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317835857753587874" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Scy_iZs8wKI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Y9csNhEb5fc/s400/tootsieblue1s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Scy_iaN0VYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-JKGAacGXvg/s1600-h/tootsie2s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317835857891448194" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Scy_iaN0VYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-JKGAacGXvg/s400/tootsie2s.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Like the mic? Seasoned b*tches know what's up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Sc1MYsZkTeI/AAAAAAAAAeY/qF9DLyInMZ0/s1600-h/1660cls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317990722113392098" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Sc1MYsZkTeI/AAAAAAAAAeY/qF9DLyInMZ0/s400/1660cls.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Forgot to add my signature pose. -slaps wrist-&lt;br /&gt;The outfit is just a  bunch of pieces that were from Hollywood Blvd, except for the coach charm bracelet oh and the gloves and hair piece are from Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah,  I have a gallery showing &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; (I MEANT THE GALLERY IS TODAY, damn odd hours) in Downtown LA at The Hive with inkpenmutations press. It's going to be the first event that I'll attend and not be wasted. Should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, guess I should hit the sack. xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-8003744326704353517?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8003744326704353517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/redit-another-drag-contest-other-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/8003744326704353517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/8003744326704353517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/redit-another-drag-contest-other-night.html' title='*redit another drag contest* The other night I killed two birds Arabic MU and the return of Tootsie'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/Scy_iCL3G7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/NVNJbsCgyrs/s72-c/1694crps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-6384267131256252203</id><published>2009-03-21T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiographical'/><title type='text'>Awards...10 honest things about me</title><content type='html'>So I got some awards from &lt;a href="http://nunudoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;lil' Nunu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://piinkcupcakez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pretty eyes&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://mskgreenel.blogspot.com/"&gt; my Soulfood Sista &lt;/a&gt;. I don't feel like following the rules and nominating other people. Everyone I follow was probably awarded already. I did however find one of the awards interesting. The task gave me something to do while breaking from other tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 honest things about me. In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warning* this might be TMI for some people...I think I over thought this a bit much and have some long, drawn-out answers... I just started writing this and leaving it alone for a while then slowly adding more and eventually it became this monster of a post...read/view at your own risk...(click photos to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. I hate talking on the phone. I don't know if I dislike the feeling of holding a phone or just having to focus my concentration on someone talking into my ear, but I always feel trapped and a bit irritated when I'm on the phone. So I rarely answer the phone and usually just text message people. That way, I can get my point across without having to answer a bunch of lame questions that are customary  in regular phone conversations. ie. "So what have you been up to?"..."How are you?"... Not on my clock... You ask me a question that needs an answer via voicemail or text message, and I will text you that very answer along with a smiley or sad face. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWSdU92v1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/2u8ttKOTsZg/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWSdU92v1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/2u8ttKOTsZg/s400/phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315815967722749778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Talking on the phone in my regular uncomfortable fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Speaking of honesty, I'm super honest. I'm a terrible liar because I fucking hate lying. I rarely ever lie and I never make promises that I can't keep. I may sometimes hold back information, but if you ask me a question, I'll give you the 100% truth. I'd rather tell the truth and risk having someone dislike me than lie. Actually, my honesty has gotten me in to a bit of trouble in the past. I used to be brutally honest, but I've learned to just keep my mouth shut nowadays. I can honestly tell you how many times I've lied in the past month...0. Sometimes I'm sarcastic, but my sarcasm is so blunt and obvious that if you think I'm telling the truth when I'm joking, you should probably get back on the short bus and go home. You wouldn't want to be dwelling in my whereabouts with a noggin that dim. I also have very little tolerance for people who lie. If I catch you lying, you can pretty much assume that I won't like you or take you seriously for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWUBCQ8JHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/27mlCqIEnIw/s1600-h/kidsoapcrps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWUBCQ8JHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/27mlCqIEnIw/s400/kidsoapcrps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315817680689439858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Speaking the truth comes with consequences that I can live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Never a bridesmaid, once a bride.Ooh...shocking, aint it? Hahaha! Yeah, someone actually tricked me, once. Never again. It's actually a funny story. If you take me out for a ice cream float, I'll tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWYS0TTJjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Du8vDoDZpvI/s1600-h/wedding+rannie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWYS0TTJjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Du8vDoDZpvI/s400/wedding+rannie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315822384225396274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Yes, I was a young, beautiful bride. I scanned this pic a long time ago, so it's real tiny, but can anyone see the tiara that Tootsie was rockin' ? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm an artist....a Jill of many trades. I can take a decent photo, paint, draw, sculpt, sew, and build shit. The first job I had was drawing and painting family portraits for $50-100 a pop, when I was a teen. That was a shitload of money to me back then... The walls in my old room were painted up with murals of people and demons...sadly I don't have a photo of it...Hmm...i guess I'm also not too shabby with a makeup brush, same as painting, right? I'm also a pretty handy bitch, when I have time. I put wood floors in my old office on my own. I've built tv stands and shelving units. I've ripped out old flooring re-tiled my sister's old living room. I've refinished dining tables, and whole living room sets for myself and my ex's family....all on my own. I know my way around a tool box. Now, I would rather pay someone to fix even minor shit that I know I could fix on my own...sigh...time is money. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWYSWNQP1I/AAAAAAAAAco/TYGVOL6n59s/s1600-h/artmix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWYSWNQP1I/AAAAAAAAAco/TYGVOL6n59s/s400/artmix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315822376146976594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^I don't have much of my work scanned but these were deteriorating sketches that a drew on a school folder when I was in 9th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWYSjJVq3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/tgBRd1zunhM/s1600-h/aveclown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWYSjJVq3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/tgBRd1zunhM/s400/aveclown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315822379620215666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^I thought this was funny. The first sketch I ever made when I bought my first cheap wacom tablet. It was tiny. Don't mind the stupid background. haha. This character is more of an inside joke. I've been drawing this dude since I was about 10 for my older sister. He was an old dom...used to crack us up. Yeah, we were weird kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWn5tZpj-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/DEePZfk8mGI/s1600-h/1hammercrpsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWn5tZpj-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/DEePZfk8mGI/s400/1hammercrpsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315839545062297570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^All of my self portraits have a meaning and back story to it. It's my art. It's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love music. Music is extremely important to me. I listen to music about 80% of my waking hours. I can play the piano, the trumpet, sing, and I'm quite skilled at the skin flute. haha. Seriously though. I love music. My music collection is quite eclectic. Classic rock, metal, electronic, rap, hip hop, r&amp;amp;b, the list goes on and on. I love dancing, I love great lyrics, I love singing along. I just love how music can evoke certain emotions in me and change my mood...how certain songs bring back specific memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The apple definitely didn't fall far from the tree. I get most of my traits from my dad. He can fight. (I once saw him do some flying kick karate-like move on some punk who was harassing us when I was 8, no joke.) He was into photography. He shot everything manually with a film slr that he got in the 80's up until I got him a d70s. He even has tons of self portraits that he shot of his self in different outfits. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWUgbTVEHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/fgyUxpIfqHU/s1600-h/Scan10035cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWUgbTVEHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/fgyUxpIfqHU/s400/Scan10035cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315818219986292850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Some of my dad's work. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My dad wanted to be a chef, I think he still does. My dad is constantly building stuff and works on projects in his spare time. He's a joker and likes to play pranks, talk shit, and drive my mom crazy. (just like me, hah) He's hilarious.  He also shares a huge love from music. He has a huge classic rock record collection. I remember riding in the car with him and he'd be playing a mix tape that he would put together, "Do you know who sings this? It's  Led Zeppelin, Black Dog. A classic." He knew the lyrics to most of the music he played and would sometimes sing and play the keyboard along with the music. He loves borrowing my karaoke machine so when we come over he has the numbers of songs he wants to sing memorized or written down, so he can kick ass while everyone tries to hog the book. haha. I also have his explosive temper and his Filipino nose. =P He's an all around bad ass, like his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWUgwq2FII/AAAAAAAAAcg/Xgx6HTG2Jbg/s1600-h/Scan10030cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWUgwq2FII/AAAAAAAAAcg/Xgx6HTG2Jbg/s400/Scan10030cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315818225722070146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^It takes a confident man to rock such an outfit. haha. On his wall it says "Rebel Nilo with the male symbol for the 'O'. Cracks me up. I still want to write about him, and my beautiful mom...when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My worst beating was actually by a bunch of females. Being in violent relationships as a teen made me into a tough chick. I've been strangled, body slammed, dragged around by my hair, had my body slammed in a door, and even burnt with cigarettes by men. Sounds fucked up, but what didn't kill me made me stronger. I can fight like a dude, no joke. I've knocked bitches (male and female) out in my day. But I got jumped by 5 losers while leaving my sister's bday party in 9/11/05. They pulled me by my hair from behind threw me down and kicked me in my face and all over my body. I had 5 stitches on my face, a broken nose, and other cuts and bruises all over my body. They also did the same thing to another girl the same night. Only one got caught and was sentenced, but I'm sure the rest of them are far worse off than I'll ever be. I don't even feel angry about it anymore. I just feel sorry for the kids that those scummy broads are  going to bring into this world one of these days. Gives me the chills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWjSCKkuTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lnyGDLqI14s/s1600-h/nilas21st5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWjSCKkuTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lnyGDLqI14s/s400/nilas21st5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315834465394932018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWjR4hSUsI/AAAAAAAAAdA/vEIBu5utHpA/s1600-h/nilabdaybrokefaceopen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWjR4hSUsI/AAAAAAAAAdA/vEIBu5utHpA/s400/nilabdaybrokefaceopen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315834462805840578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^after. As you can see, Pixi eyeshadow sealant I used works wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm more like a guy when it comes to relationships. I'm not very affectionate or loving. I like my space. I can be violent, as I rule with an iron fist. I'm not clingy. I don't get attached very easily. I actually grow tired of guys quite easily. If I see a person more than a few times, they usually start to irritate me one way or another. I just like to have my fun and move on. I'm extremely picky with who I keep in my busy life. If you're clingy or needy, I'll discard you like last week's rubbish. I grew up with 4 sisters (two older, two younger, I'm the exact middle), so I like to be left on my own most of the time, but I hate being alone in my empty home. I leave music playing, so my house won't sound empty. I like the feeling that someone's around, but doing their own thing and out of my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My first love was food and cooking, but now I rarely cook. I started cooking when I was around 9 and being an ex-housewife, I would spend many hours of my day cooking away. I used to love cooking... I would research about the foods that I loved and cook everything from scratch. I never took shortcuts, and everything I made had to be made the right way, or I wouldn't make it at all.  My favorite dishes were often the complex and rare. I didn't mind spending a day in the kitchen because I savored the outcome. Sadly, I have no time to cook these days, but I do the whole fine dining deal. I love to eat. I love great food. If I lost my sense of taste, I'd lose a lot of what I have to live for. I owe someone a dinner, so perhaps I'll post about the extravagant meal that I make. I haven't lost my touch, just my time. My sisters still call me and tell me the ingredients they have on hand and I can tell them over the phone how to put together a lovely meal. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWjSXA2XMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BWVqbBPLKQw/s1600-h/MILKY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWjSXA2XMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BWVqbBPLKQw/s400/MILKY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315834470991289538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Stolen from my &lt;a href="http://xppinkx.blogspot.com/"&gt; favorite Pink Kitty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've always been a gamer. I love puzzles and video games. Ever since I can remember, I've loved games. We got a Nintendo when it first came out, and growing up, video games were a part of my daily life. I don't play video games as much as I used to because I get obsessed and all my time gets consumed with game play. I can be quite competitive and I don't like to stop playing a game until I've beat it. I also used to play WoW, which was really bad. There's always something to do, always someone better. It's like a never ending game. I currently own an original nintendo (yes, it still works), Super Nintendo, Wii, ps2, ps3, psp, xbox360...it will only keep growing as time goes by. I love solving puzzles and playing games.  My mind constantly needs to be stimulated, so if I'm not busy while I'm watching tv or a movie, I build things with mega blocks or put a puzzle together. I even play yahoo games or websudoku, if I can't sleep when I'm traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWnI302RvI/AAAAAAAAAdY/HUl-QNORS1I/s1600-h/nes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWnI302RvI/AAAAAAAAAdY/HUl-QNORS1I/s400/nes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315838706047141618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it. Tired of me yet? Shit, I got tired of me after writing this. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-6384267131256252203?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6384267131256252203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/awards10-honest-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/6384267131256252203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/6384267131256252203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/awards10-honest-things-about-me.html' title='Awards...10 honest things about me'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScWSdU92v1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/2u8ttKOTsZg/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-2318844195473560193</id><published>2009-03-17T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drag queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modeling'/><title type='text'>Tootsie (muthaf+ckin') Elektra</title><content type='html'>Como estan, Bitches!&lt;br /&gt;I love Drag Queens. I love their style, their character, their attitude. Some of my happiest moments were actually spent partying up with queens in Hollywood. Shiet, if you don't know, you better axe somebody. So you know I had to join the Dragtastic Contest that &lt;a href="http://beautyisandrogynous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lady Bola Rice &lt;/a&gt; is throwing.&lt;br /&gt;I had so many looks in my mind from super glam, to super polished, to super trashy. I have so many costumes and crazy outfits. I narrowed it down based on my queen name. The name of my first pet and the street that I grew up on. (changes security questions on all accounts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here she is... Ms. Tootsie Electra... (click photos to engorge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScAxls9tfkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ZMxkA9ziM0M/s1600-h/1246hcls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScAxls9tfkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ZMxkA9ziM0M/s400/1246hcls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314302084092100162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...one for the homies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScAxlmufHaI/AAAAAAAAAbo/7oAsrI8VzNY/s1600-h/1263clhs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScAxlmufHaI/AAAAAAAAAbo/7oAsrI8VzNY/s400/1263clhs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314302082417630626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had a male model laying their drinking my spillage... haha or even better Ronald McDonald. Fuck, that be an awesome pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScAxlmkRsII/AAAAAAAAAbY/Mxc7P1gb1pY/s1600-h/1237chls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScAxlmkRsII/AAAAAAAAAbY/Mxc7P1gb1pY/s400/1237chls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314302082374807682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The outfit: Dress-LVLX only $40! haha, Gold bikini top-Ultra Vixen, Shoes- From some cheap shop at the Fox Hills Mall only $34, Costume jewelry- bliss, Tiara- real old from ebay, belt- from melrose, gloves- hot topic, wig-hollywood halloween shop, scarf ( to cover my adam's apple =P)- bliss, Gold boots I was gonna wear, but I couldn't stand in them, so they became props-Lady studio, bag- Betsey Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScA6aQ7c0hI/AAAAAAAAAb4/oUtQiM1RMh4/s1600-h/1277lhs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScA6aQ7c0hI/AAAAAAAAAb4/oUtQiM1RMh4/s400/1277lhs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314311783192515090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cristal and McDizzle's- nutrition for true champions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScAxlJu8qdI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0HYe0uoZwmc/s1600-h/1168s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScAxlJu8qdI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0HYe0uoZwmc/s400/1168s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314302074634938834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Closeup of the Makeup. Lots of contouring...lots of exaggeration...lots of fabulousity. Snaps fingers. I'm raising one brow so one eye looks bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I actually took photos of the process of my transformation. They're pretty neat. I look crazy with no brows. haha. Maybe I'll post them if I have time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've taken this long to do my makeup. haha. It took well over an hour to get the look together, but I was so stoked with how it turned out. It's weird how the makeup transformed not only my outward appearance, but it also compelled me transform my character. I felt a little sassier just by looking in the mirror. I was like "mmm girl, no you d'int!" Yes, I guess I'm a ghetto queen. My inspiration...pretty much just what I've seen at club Illusions, my inner ghetto queen, and the songs "My Hair Looks Fierce" and "Champagne" by the fabulous Amanda Lepore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun, I think I'll feature Tootsie Electra in more photo sets. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see the other entries. Come on, people! Let your inner diva out and join &lt;a href="http://beautyisandrogynous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi's &lt;/a&gt; contest! I had a fun storyline to go with this set, but I have no time to write...I'm backed up. Well, enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-2318844195473560193?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2318844195473560193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/tootsie-muthafckin-elektra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/2318844195473560193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/2318844195473560193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/tootsie-muthafckin-elektra.html' title='Tootsie (muthaf+ckin&amp;#39;) Elektra'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/ScAxls9tfkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ZMxkA9ziM0M/s72-c/1246hcls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-833766549464521152</id><published>2009-02-17T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY'/><title type='text'>Super Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I haven't been able to respond to any comments because I've been so busy. Every waking hour, I've been working, eating, or researching. Whew. Just thought I'd do a quick post to keep everyone updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of restaurants I want to post about, but I don't have time to write much. I still didn't even get to finish writing about what happened at Tengu. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Valentine's Dinner, I went to  Providence for the first time. Well, I didn't go out on Valentine's Day. I worked day and night. I had 4 long photo shoots on during Vday weekend. Man. Well, Providence is a really great fine dining joint. I'm glad I got to try it out. It's definitely up there with Ortolan. I'll write more about it when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's what I wore...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SZqedTK1GkI/AAAAAAAAATE/_85qNkxgb28/s1600-h/prov1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SZqedTK1GkI/AAAAAAAAATE/_85qNkxgb28/s400/prov1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303725737381272130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is pretty much the same Bebe dress that I wore to &lt;a href="http://choke-a-bitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/pinks-xxx-mas-nasty-pow-wow-adam.html"&gt;Pink's Pow wow&lt;/a&gt;  , but in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'll be heading to &lt;a href="http://www.ojairesort.com/"&gt;Ojai Valley Resort and Spa&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be there from Friday to Sunday. I already have a suite and bunch of treatments booked. I really needed this vacation bad. I can't fucking wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is all I have time to write about. Before I go, here are a few shots that I took of Laura and Marc. Taking pics with her  was part of his vday gift. Sweet right? I promised not to make them look all cheesy. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SZqn69nvk2I/AAAAAAAAATU/FzYNrlQXRrY/s1600-h/ROD_0904s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SZqn69nvk2I/AAAAAAAAATU/FzYNrlQXRrY/s400/ROD_0904s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303736142597690210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SZqn6l5pNfI/AAAAAAAAATM/uipbuuffxRA/s1600-h/924bws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SZqn6l5pNfI/AAAAAAAAATM/uipbuuffxRA/s400/924bws.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303736136230319602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^Aren't they a sexy couple? &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-833766549464521152?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/833766549464521152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/833766549464521152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/833766549464521152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-busy.html' title='Super Busy'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SZqedTK1GkI/AAAAAAAAATE/_85qNkxgb28/s72-c/prov1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-7185834518454864445</id><published>2009-01-09T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:43:31.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self portrait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Pink's contest: The Good Wife and more food</title><content type='html'>I've never done any of these blog contest thingamajigs and I'm actually feeling a bit shy about it. Me, shy? haha. Well, I decided to do it because it seemed like a fun way to get a monthly photo shoot done and  I am still courting &lt;a href="http://xppinkxx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms.Pink&lt;/a&gt;. I'm all about killing as many birds as I can with one stone. You feel me? So here's my entry...  (click photos to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's perky, congenial, enchanting, and sweet&lt;br /&gt;she smells like vanilla and freshly baked treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdi1pmnIZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7L_0b4u2uDI/s1600-h/531s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdi1pmnIZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7L_0b4u2uDI/s400/531s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289304961210327442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his family loves her, especially his mom&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't buy a better girl through goodwife.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdgmZdBsuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Inr_RukA3T4/s1600-h/494s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdgmZdBsuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Inr_RukA3T4/s400/494s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289302500153864930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she cooks up a storm as she irons his clothes&lt;br /&gt;and when he is busy she tivos his shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdgl4m0u0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PXR4ECuGUnI/s1600-h/396s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdgl4m0u0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PXR4ECuGUnI/s400/396s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289302491336588098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she strives for perfection, she's never a mess&lt;br /&gt;works gracefully  in heels and corseted dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdglxVrF_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/NIJt8nJKNco/s1600-h/418s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdglxVrF_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/NIJt8nJKNco/s400/418s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289302489385605106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she never will argue, she only agrees&lt;br /&gt;she patiently strives to keep him at ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdgmQIelsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/l0h5nb_ltgc/s1600-h/470s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdgmQIelsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/l0h5nb_ltgc/s400/470s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289302497651758786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he feels lucky to see that she knows her place&lt;br /&gt;he makes trips to the kitchen to admire her... face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdgmHMk3kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rnO_9QauBUM/s1600-h/467s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdgmHMk3kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rnO_9QauBUM/s400/467s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289302495253028418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to him she's perfection, she's his whole life&lt;br /&gt;but when he's away she's in bed with your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdi1w2yufI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bwrr_GCXDFk/s1600-h/528s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdi1w2yufI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bwrr_GCXDFk/s400/528s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289304963157244402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 3 years of bliss, she's a citizen can't find her&lt;br /&gt;she fled with your lady. she loves the vaginer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdi13rgpyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/R_T7wrHqAB8/s1600-h/535s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdi13rgpyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/R_T7wrHqAB8/s400/535s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289304964988970786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shit, you know you like my rhyming skills. Pfsh! haha. Okay. Okay. So I rhymed find her with vaginer... sue me. I actually enjoyed getting all dolled up for my &lt;a href="http://xppinkxx.blogspot.com/"&gt;pretty Pink kitty&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not really doing this to win. This was just the perfect way to get my creative juices flowing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outfit: corset-Trashy lingerie, fishnet top-I forget, tutu-hot topic, stockings-legs ave, glove- hot topic, shoes-cathy jean, choker-hot topic, necklace-na hoku (a xmas gift... white gold with a beautiful tahitian pearl and diamonds...thanks, I fucking love it!), bracelets-hot topic/1928, apron- I pretty much ghetto rigged it. It's a tube bra with a lace garter pinned to the bottom held up by a lace bow. Oh and the eyelashes I'm sporting I got from my secret santa &lt;a href="http://heyitsria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at Pink's pow wow. Love them! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-7185834518454864445?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7185834518454864445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/01/pink-contest-good-wife-and-more-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/7185834518454864445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/7185834518454864445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2009/01/pink-contest-good-wife-and-more-food.html' title='Pink&amp;#39;s contest: The Good Wife and more food'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SWdi1pmnIZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7L_0b4u2uDI/s72-c/531s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-927191631483883485</id><published>2008-12-30T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:42:05.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food, models, thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple of restaurant reviews and some pics I've shot of my girls.&lt;br /&gt;Sushi Zo&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanted to write about this place for a long time. So here goes...To me, most sushi places are either great, bad, or outstanding. There really is no room for just decent sushi in my book. I think just decent sushi=bad sushi in general. Sushi Zo has got to be one of the best traditional sushi joints that I've been to in Los Angeles. I have to say, it's better than &lt;a href="http://weblog.xanga.com/supervillain1/679902521/sushi-sushi-in-beverly-hills.html"&gt;Sushi Sushi&lt;/a&gt;  in Beverly Hills, which is also an outstanding sushi place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x36.xanga.com/0d6f33e761632227667904/b179205039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="zo" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x36.xanga.com/0d6f33e761632227667904/z179205039.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;Before filling my belly at Sushi Zo... Dress-Bebe, Shoes-Aldo (Taken in November)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambiance in Sushi Zo isn't so great. It's small, a bit sterile, and a bit bright, with minimal decor. I was actually a bit overdressed when I first went.  Actually, it's pretty much a hole in the wall that turns out to be right next to the laundromat I go to. The good part is that there's plenty of parking because it's in a shopping center. You don't go here for the ambiance though. You go for some of the best damned sushi that'll ever touch your wormy little lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ONLY do Omakase (chef's choice) at Sushi Zo. You basically tell them what you DON'T like and the waitress starts bringing out the sushi. 1-2 pieces at a time. You tell the waitress when you are getting full, so she can give you your last piece. Don't forget to tell them when you are ready to call it quits, or the food will keep comming. They have a written set of rules similar to &lt;a href="http://weblog.xanga.com/supervillain1/679902521/sushi-sushi-in-beverly-hills.html"&gt;Sushi Sushi's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When the waitress brings out each piece she will tell you "soy sauce" or "no soy sauce." Follow her lead and you'll be good. Every piece has the right amount of sauce/wasabi so there's no need for extra wasabi. They won't give u any to put in your soy sauce. That would be total blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x9d.xanga.com/dcff1be075533227667930/b179205060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="zo1" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x9d.xanga.com/dcff1be075533227667930/z179205060.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x43.xanga.com/4a4f57e752137227667959/b179205083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="zo2" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x43.xanga.com/4a4f57e752137227667959/z179205083.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;Pieces in the order that they were served. I had all of this and enjoyed EVERY bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality of the sushi is just as good, if not better than Sushi Sushi's. Every piece melts in your mouth. The main thing that puts Sushi Zo above  &lt;a href="http://weblog.xanga.com/supervillain1/679902521/sushi-sushi-in-beverly-hills.html"&gt;Sushi Sushi&lt;/a&gt;, is the rice. The rice in the sushi is sooooooo good. Ohmygawd!!!  I swear every piece is like biting into little chunks of  heaven. I have to warn everyone though, If you haven't had sushi this good, you will definitely be turned off to your regular joints for a while. The spanish mackerel=heaven. Toro=heaven. Eel=heaven. Basically if you tell them what you don't like, you will not be disappointed. Everything about Sushi Zo's food is perfect! You might even discover that you actually like some things that you wouldn't normally like at regular sushi joints.  I'm not usually a huge fan of sea urchin unless it's super fresh because it tends to be bitter at times. The sea urchin in squid is sweet, buttery and fucking delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the cost was over $100 pp. I also had a $75 bottle of cold sake. (cheaper than buying it by the glass if you drink as much as I do) I've been back plenty of times. It's one of my favorite sushi joints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James' Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/817de227673547/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="jamesbeach2" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x81.xanga.com/7def2ae730434227673547/z179209994.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/58bf1227673575/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="jamesbeachs" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x58.xanga.com/bf1f05e7d0032227673575/z179210018.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/06e66227673528/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="jamesbeach1" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x06.xanga.com/e66f2ae649c34227673528/z179209977.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;Before heading to James'.  Tube Top- LVLX,  leggings- Rave, Sleeves- Hot Topic, Shoes-Aldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, Girls, Girls&lt;br /&gt;My sexy girl, Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x7e.xanga.com/4ddf37e659c35227678356/b179214305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="aut2" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x7e.xanga.com/4ddf37e659c35227678356/m179214305.jpg" height="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x8a.xanga.com/015f34e669d35227678326/b179214276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="aut1" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x8a.xanga.com/015f34e669d35227678326/m179214276.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;Legs that don't quit. =)&lt;br /&gt;You'd drool if you were able to see the rest of her sets. Yowzers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and my lovely Brendita....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x9b.xanga.com/051f32f213632227678390/b179214337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="brendita" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x9b.xanga.com/051f32f213632227678390/m179214337.jpg" height="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;If she was brunette, wouldn't she make the perfect amazonian Wonder Woman?&lt;br /&gt;I love these girls. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYE&lt;br /&gt;So I bought tickets to Space Island. I plan on losing my mind and sleeping  through January 1st.&lt;br /&gt;My resolutions....Finish my big secret project....Continue to be more patient with the mongoloid morons that I deal with daily...to follow my artistic instincts more...to drink less...to be more social...to spend more time with my family....hmmm guess that's all for now. Hope you all have a happy, fun, and safe New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-927191631483883485?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/927191631483883485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/12/food-models-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/927191631483883485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/927191631483883485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/12/food-models-thoughts.html' title='Food, models, thoughts...'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-1356871436449232198</id><published>2008-12-17T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self portrait'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays, bitches! Brand new pics.</title><content type='html'>Just shot these in my living room...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/ef8d2225288443/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Merry xmas '08" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xef.xanga.com/8d2f034157433225288443/b177091752.jpg" height="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;I was freezing. You can see my goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/4b1d8225287935/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="ROD_0135s" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x4b.xanga.com/1d8f0a7437232225287935/m177091306.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;I'm a dog. 1982&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/72651225287949/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="ROD_0135scb" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x72.xanga.com/651f3a4550c35225287949/z177091320.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;Bored...messed with the colors. Looks like I have a nice tan.&lt;br /&gt;(click photos twice to see full sizes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-1356871436449232198?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1356871436449232198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays-bitches-brand-new-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/1356871436449232198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/1356871436449232198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays-bitches-brand-new-pics.html' title='Happy Holidays, bitches! Brand new pics.'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-4795209386892173095</id><published>2008-11-24T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self portrait'/><title type='text'>Black pearls another new pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/9028a222170413/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="pearl151cbc" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x90.xanga.com/28a85462c7478222170413/m174363178.jpg" height="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;let's not turn this rape into a murder, lady....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-4795209386892173095?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4795209386892173095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-pearls-another-new-pic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/4795209386892173095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/4795209386892173095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-pearls-another-new-pic.html' title='Black pearls another new pic'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-2809132736233345687</id><published>2008-11-24T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self portrait'/><title type='text'>Operation Hong Kong Phooey</title><content type='html'>Bored last night, so I took some new pics. (click photos twice to see full size)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x03.xanga.com/e78c9744d6731222119735/b174320253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="chopsueycrps" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x03.xanga.com/e78c9744d6731222119735/m174320253.jpg" height="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;Nerd Alert! Portrait of a dork dweebing out. I look more Asian with my new haircut and glasses. hehe. Having too much fun with the Chopsuey glasses I got from the Halloween store-$3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://xd6.xanga.com/443c9247d6031222119760/b174320275.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x4f.xanga.com/cb3f301bd9735223389719/b175432175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="k17cs" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x4f.xanga.com/cb3f301bd9735223389719/m175432175.jpg" height="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt; My body looked better in the chopsuey photo. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x41.xanga.com/1378216302c09222119810/b174320320.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x41.xanga.com/137c924ac4031222124685/b174320320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="k82cs" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x41.xanga.com/137c924ac4031222124685/z174320320.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;cupcakes and skulls...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x71.xanga.com/7f88546002c18222119832/b174320341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="k93cs" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x71.xanga.com/7f88546002c18222119832/z174320341.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;I like the dimples on my back because it looks kind of like a face. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x1b.xanga.com/c228206006379222122363/b174322500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="k62cs1" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x1b.xanga.com/c228206006379222122363/z174322500.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;Built like a steakhouse, yet handles like a bistro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-2809132736233345687?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2809132736233345687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/11/operation-hong-kong-phooey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/2809132736233345687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/2809132736233345687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/11/operation-hong-kong-phooey.html' title='Operation Hong Kong Phooey'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-298808375694598079</id><published>2008-10-29T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self portrait'/><title type='text'>New and old self-portraits</title><content type='html'>First, I just wanted to say that I'm cutting my bangs again.  I love having bangs. but I never keep them in the summer because it just gets too hot. Any objections?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't been working, I've just been staying up all night feeling like a useless zombie, so I decided to set up some lights and snap a few new self portraits. I'm just laying on my couch because I didn't feel like clearing my living room. I've taken so many photos on these couches, but I'm planning on getting rid of them soon. It's been a fun 4 years, couch, but it's almost time for  us to part for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/907d2217929096/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="_ROD05241s" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x90.xanga.com/7d2f3771d5334217929096/b170637588.jpg" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^This is what it looks like when a seemingly thin girl arches her back while she lays on her fat ass. For this shoot I rocked my Na Hoku shit. I love Hawaiian Jewelry. These are from the Heliconia and Nalani collections.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/aba03217929086/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="_R0D0391sbw" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xab.xanga.com/a03f047bd8035217929086/m170637581.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/cc579217929079/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="_ROD0393bws" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xcc.xanga.com/579f3471d5734217929079/m170637575.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^I've been seeing lots nice vintage pinup inspired beauty blogs. Most of my older shots were inspired by vintage pinups, and the look is actually still requested a lot when I do glamor shoots, so I decided to do something slightly different. I wanted to make these look like old head shots of a Filipina showgirl from the vintage pinup era. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/fc638217933856/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="pinupelvgren" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xfc.xanga.com/638f157b11332217933856/m170641820.jpg" height="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;here's an old pinup self portrait I shot early '07 that I don't think I've posted here yet. I got the inspiration from a painting by one of my favorite pinup artists, Elvgren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I'm just going to be a combat army bitch for Halloween. I want to be warm and comfy since I'm going to be working at the APE the next day. I'm just going to wear my camouflage corset with some combat boots, fishnets, an army hat, and my diamond dog tag.  All I need to buy is the hat. Not sure where we are going yet, but I think my sister is trying to find somewhere dope for our first Halloween in SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-298808375694598079?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/298808375694598079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-and-old-self-portraits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/298808375694598079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/298808375694598079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-and-old-self-portraits.html' title='New and old self-portraits'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-7525349207412179304</id><published>2008-09-29T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halekulani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><title type='text'>View from my room at Halekulani</title><content type='html'>I just found some of the pics I took from my room during my last trip to Hawaii. I still want to finish writing about that trip, but for now I'll just post these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/fb931213467357/photo.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/fb931213467357/photo.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/fb931213467357/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="roomview47s" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xfb.xanga.com/931c831233033213467357/m166725102.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/cb76c213467387/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="view_ROD0044s" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xcb.xanga.com/76cf160030d32213467387/m166725127.jpg" height="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/e727a213467372/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="roomview37s" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe7.xanga.com/27ac941233030213467372/m166725117.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/27f8e213467364/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="roomview48s" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x27.xanga.com/f8ec830020633213467364/m166725109.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;I was inebriated when I shot these, so I didn't realized that there was a huge smudge on the lens. This was such a great trip. I'll probably go back in the winter to escape the cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-7525349207412179304?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7525349207412179304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/09/view-from-my-room-at-halekulani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/7525349207412179304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/7525349207412179304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/09/view-from-my-room-at-halekulani.html' title='View from my room at Halekulani'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-5610156759344072501</id><published>2008-09-23T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self portrait'/><title type='text'>Been on the low carb diet</title><content type='html'>less than 20grams a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Daniel's (and most other hard liquors)=0grams of carbs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/c3314212492413/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="jack1s" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xc3.xanga.com/314c642313630212492413/b165873028.jpg" height="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;Goofing off during a self-portrait shoot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337960784355617304-5610156759344072501?l=rodilphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5610156759344072501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/09/been-on-low-carb-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/5610156759344072501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337960784355617304/posts/default/5610156759344072501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodilphotography.blogspot.com/2008/09/been-on-low-carb-diet.html' title='Been on the low carb diet'/><author><name>Ms. Rodil aka Supervillain, choke-a-bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425876289816431378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElRYhXMz2cE/SQY5AfPqnJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MUX_e25fd4/S220/prof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337960784355617304.post-4928594403873530258</id><published>2008-09-21T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:33:12.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self portrait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery'/><title type='text'>My gallery...dissected</title><content type='html'>So I decided to edit this post and add more about each individual shoot and concept....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are self-portraits shot with my trusty remote. Each set has 2 photos that sort of tell a story or teach a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, each of these sets were supposed to have 3 photos. First was supposed to be a photo of getting caught in the act. Second shot would be punishment. Third shot would be the result of the punishment. The basic idea is pretty self-explanatory.  The reason why my 3 photo idea was clipped was pretty much a timing issue. These ideas were pretty much stewing in my brain for a while, yet never worked on despite the fact that I knew eventually I was gallery. I'm the worlds worst procrastinator. One week before my book party, I final realized, "oh shit, I haven't even started on my gallery project. I had 7 days to get all of these shot, printed and framed. So I had to cut the first image for each "story". I also had 2 other "stories" that I didn't even get the chance to add. I think I might work on them if we have another gallery, but I'm actually in the process of starting a whole nother idear. Whew. Maybe I can just make a set of prequels to go with these stories somewhere along the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spankings....My initial idea for this piece was supposed to be the kid getting caught looking at dirty magazines. I had fun at the Pleasure Chest picking funny magazines with ridiculous covers. Big booty mag was one, I think one Hustler....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.xanga.com/private/editorx.aspx?uid=673642481"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3001/2850012697_ac361604e5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;Anyhow, the second set was supposed to have the Adult figure spanking the child with one of the rolled up magazines. I actually have lots of shots with and without the magazine in case I ever get around to the prequel. This shot was probably one of the easier of the bunch. I basically just photoshopped the remote out of the picture. The only annoying part was getting the male model to remember to flex his hand so it didn't just look like he was waving at the door. Yeesh. Oh yeah and my boobs were getting smashed pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/97f9f210250911/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="sm220s" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x97.xanga.com/f9f8373516016210250911/m163900060.jpg" height="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;This is of course the adult with a taste for spankings. Those are actually all of my own personal butt whooping mechanisms. =P They don't usually hang in my closet like that. That's actually a rack I use to hang some of my many bras. The bruises...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids shouldn't smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.xanga.com/private/editorx.aspx?uid=673642481"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2849999883_c05f3b34da_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;Okay. This is hands down the hardest shoot I have ever executed. The expression on my face was no exaggeration. I was in pain. Choking. The cigarettes were actually lit. I tried really hard breathing slowly through my nose, but the smoke was coming in through my mouth and nostrils it was nauseating! Plus, I wanted to look like a kid, so I shot from a high angle. I had to check the composition and everything to make sure the shots were okay by walking over a bunch of wires and climbing a step ladder with the lit cigs  still in my mouth.....omg. On top of all of that, the hand model kept laughing. So I was trying not to laugh, but it was hard not to because I felt fuckin ridiculous. haha. The middle eventually started burning really fast compared to the rest of the pack and it start a gnarly flare up. I'm lucky I didn't catch fire. I threw the pack in the bathroom sink and worked with what I had. If you look real hard, you can see the remote in this photo. I purposely left it in the clutter. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.xanga.com/private/editorx.aspx?uid=673642481"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2850850602_0655c2ce2c_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt; Ahh...definitely not half as hard as the kid cigarette shoot. This was actually taken right after Ranila's bday party. I was so drunk here. haha. I was pressed for time. I basically made the cigarette holder with a cockring, a piece of bamboo, and some black floral tape. Yeah, I pretty much slapped it all together, but I think it turned out great. I love that dress. I bought it earlier that day at Guess. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violence/Bondage&lt;br /&gt;This next set was basically supposed to be 2 different stories, but I just condensed them. I won't get into what the stories were supposed to be because I don't feel like it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.xanga.com/private/editorx.aspx?uid=673642481"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3260/2850830230_37095fb23b_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt; The first photo was supposed to be of a kid being violent and disruptive in class, hence the rules in red. I've always wanted a shoot in a dunce cap, but in a hot bikini or something, but it wouldn't have fit this story. The dunce cap I made was a bit small and it kept falling off. The rope...I can't believe it was a stupid small piece of bondage hemp rope from Pleasure Chest that was $34. I didn't notice the price till I got home, but what a rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/7abd4210630268/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="bond3s" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x7a.xanga.com/bd4c7b4212431210630268/m164230095.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;The book I'm reading is called Revenge. This is some of my favorite restraint gear. haha. My left wrist is connected to my left ankle which is connected to the leg bar, which is connected to my right leg. haha. Reminds me of that song about bones... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The neck bone's connected to the right wrist bone.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, That was retarded. Oh yeah the particular corset I'm wearing slims me down to 18 inches. Yeah it's sick, maybe unhealthy, but I'm a huge fan of corset training. When I wear one, I look so hot it's crazy. I love looking cartoonish with crazy proportions. Another funny thing...If you look really close, my leash has little penises on the handle . haha. Yes, it's from pleasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/7abd4210630268/photo.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cleaning the dirty mouth....&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/supervillain1/b70dc211936374/photo.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rodilphotography/2872461104/" title="dirty mouth by Rodil Photography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2872461104_37ca678f20_o.jpg" alt="dirty mouth" height="672" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;The soap images! I don't know if the good Lord is punishing me for having a dirty truckers mouth, but by some terrible act of fate, I had to shoot the soap-in-the-mouth photos in 3 DIFFERENT SHOOTS!!!! The first shoot, I accidentally moved the auto focus area off by a lot, and I couldn't tell by checking through the viewfinder because, well I had god damned soap in my mouth, so they were pretty much unusable. I was upset, but I shot a second round. This time I made sure that everything was good. I had to head out for 3 hrs. When I got home to check the memory card, THE IMAGES WERE NOT THERE!!! I almost cried! Well, I actually did cry. hehe. Yeah, I'm a girl and it sometimes happens. So I cried and finally did the 3rd and final shoot...with irish spring in my mouth. The sides of my lips and mouth were raw and felt burnt for a day after that shoot. Yeesh. Thanks, God. I'll try to keep my dirty mouth in check for a while....maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rodilphotography/2872460990/" title="acquired taste by Rodil Photography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3042/2872460990_de43dd081c_o.jpg" alt="acquired taste" height="598" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;The easiest f all the sets. Actually this was the last photo I shot for the gallery, so I really didn't have much time to do anything fancy or crazy. I just wanted it done. The only sort of hard part was keeping myself from dropping the soap. The pump didn't work well, and I really wanted to show the soap coming out of it. 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