Inside Mitchieville - August 25, 2008

Fenris left instructions that Today's theme is 'Beauties'. What the heck does that mean? Fenris has a folder in his Pictures folder with this title. These are five selections from that folder. You better find someone else to blame if he gets pissed off.


Ah, the beautiful Britney Spears. I got this picture from a post that the Mayor did, some time ago. I forced others to use it as their desktop for some time, until the tragic fire and suicide, anyway. We may have issues with Britney, because of her choice of friends, or that troll whats his name, but the darling is rather nice to look at. I suspect this picture belongs to Fenris' 'dumb and rich' phase of romantic involvement.




Always one of Fenris' favourites, the exquisite Bianca Beauchamp * is both an ideal choice for governor general and as eyecandy. Certainly, her taste for latex fetish clothing draws the eye of the most jaded sophisticate, but you have to admit, she is beautiful.


This innocent creature seems a little out of place in a corset. While the tight fashions of the eye candy for men market do have their place, I suspect that this one would do well with just her cheek bones and sensible shoes.








Fenris keeps this picture in his Beauties folder. Unlike the latex clad, corseted legions that are so neatly sorted by riding crop and stilleto boot, this one seems to appeal to a memory of his, rather than a fantasy. Indeed, if you do have access to Fenris' memories, you can see a similarity to someone from long ago.


This is a portrait of someone that Fenris summoned using that Ouiji board he pilfered from Sargon. When you click to enlarge, you get a full measure of that beauty that originates from the British Isles that is now so rare in Hollywood. Unlike his English forebearers, Fenris makes pagan offerings to this portrait, on a simple altar with candles, a bowl of water, a knife, a golden idol of Set, the Snake God, and a curious stick made of the branch of an almond tree. I wonder how many villages Fenris will have burnt for this one.


I, cringing minion ikthis was forced to write this for Fenris while he sported with his mistress by the pool where she hand fed him fresh fruit, fetched coffee and the morning newspaper, and placed slippers close to his feet.