Namaste and SussreekallSalamSalut to all of you, BEAUTIFUL people! I hope this finds you in a blessed and open-hearted day. Stay warm and stay in your Center: it will get you through your week! Om shanti to you.
As you can see by this photo- I am oft-infected with the delusional thinking. The Stinking Thinking. The girlygirl weirdness of insecurity and idiotic superficiality of the Society in which we live.
Yoga, right-mindedness, right-nutrition, and rightousness fly RIGHT out the window, a lot of the time. THIS is an example.
“Appearance”.
Namely, the mug. The face. (The “body” issues are a whole other LOONG blog! LOL!) Duh! LOL! Stupid as it is, most of us (grrls) are not immune from insecurity. Case en point: the mask of maquillage(make-up). I LOVE MAKEUP. Hahaa!

Since I was about 12yrs old, when I used to sneak makeup in my knapsack and apply it, expertly, in the school washroom everyday (so my darling mother wouldn’t catch me!) I have been trying to “camoflauge” my mug. I had HEINOUS ACNE throughout puberty, and was HUGELY self-concious about it. The “sense-of-self”, the “I”, the “ego”.
Though I endeavour to be Right-minded and on my Path of Truth through life, I still disappoint myself with the “appearance” weirdness. (We WEAR our insecurities…I certainly wear mine!!! Note:chronic lip-overpainting to hide “cupid’s bow” of top lip, par example. ) Though a lot of MY male friends wear makeup-a-la-Kevin-Aucoin, most guys don’t have this as an issue.
But…
We all have our secret, inner-dialogue that is probably pretty self-depricating, a lot of the time. All of us. Add to it havin your picture taken all the time, and you get full-blown stupidity. LOL!

Then, we see a photo of SammyJo from Dynasty (a.k.a. Heather Locklear). This photo was torn out of some tabloid, a while ago, and has been taped-up with my other photos (Sophia Loren, Naomi Campbell, etc.) On my bathroom wall. Just like a fuckin girl! No matter how many times you read “The Beauty Myth” or any Upanishads or anything, one still feels self-concious. Well…I sure do, anyway.
The picture (unfortunate, though it may be, as it is a “mugshot”from some incident?) Spoke to me.
Heather Locklear may be very stressed/upset/tired/caught-off-guard in this photo- but she is FLAWLESS!!!!! LOL! (Dearest HeatherLocklear The Beautiful, I want to be on you. Love, Bifita)

Fucking astounding to me.
I would scare my own babydog if I were runnin around BARE-FACED!!! C’mon, Man!!! (I am currently sportin a teflon-zit: the kind that makeup won’t stick to, not to mention all those sunnysunny days on my unsuspecting face!!!! Hahaha!) I had to share her photo with you.
And ask: how does she DO it? Is she vegan? Straightedge? (Two things which ALWAYS improves your skin, ladies! Lol!) There MUST be somethin in that Hollywood water! :) Stupid though it is, on a philisophical level, and in principal, I’m prolly gonna put spackle on my face tomorrow, too. And the next day. And the next day.
Though I do annoy myself with my own ridiculousnesses and shallow trivialities, I look to my Nicklas and SriAnnastasiaMaySheRestInPeace:
Babydogs do NOT need makeup to leave the house.
Fact is, I aspire to be more like Nick.
And, truesttruth, under allllll that makeup, I really WANT to be…..a DOG.
Pardon the pun.
Bliss and blessings to you all for a wonderfulwonderous week!
Love and light….
STAY BEAUTIFUL!

Love,
Biffy
Xoxo

Namaste, Bonjour, Shalom, Salaam, Merhaba, Word to Big Bird, and a big HowdyHo to all of you Beautiful People! Sending you positivity and massive amounts of inner bliss. You are fucking beautiful and important and loved. Om Hare Om. :) I have to show you what we found!!! (See photo!) Basically, a summary, of “what I’m thinking” based on my favorite twitteruniverse. Egads! Everyone in our label+studio offices laughed and laughed.
I decided to break it down in a “Luuucy-you-got-some-’splainin’-to-dooo” fashion.
Let us examine my noggin (my theories on the hippocampus+hypothalumus/dopamine flow stuff is for a different essay, at a later time. LOL!)

1.NAMASTE: I say this everyday, everymorning. I was raised to. For me, it basically is my greeting of, “The Divinity in me, sees The Divinity in You”. Y’know, my heart is saying hello to your heart. Simple.

2.YAY: another important word in my vocabulary, I believe it is the phonetic spelling of “Yeah!” Which could be mnisinterpreted as “yeah” (as in, “yeah, right.”) And it is my way of verbally saying HOOORAY! Accused of overusage, I am undaunted. I love saying, “Yay!” YAY!!!! :D

3.VIDEO: this is because, though inept at most-things-computer, I can effectively click on the “twitter” icon on any youtube video, and share with the class. I LOVE DOING THIS and it takes A LOT of self-control for me not to constantly bombard you with stuff I like (animal videos, obscure BadBrains or Samantha Fox videos, or news clips). Trust me. I have A LOT of self-control. LOL!

4.NICKLAS: *happy dance* of COURSE, my little babydog is the CENTER of my world! My hairy little baby. My son. (Yes, I know he’s a dog!) When I am not on tour (and as he is too old+comfortable for me tto subject him to the rocktours, anymore) a big part of my home/domestic life revolves around the care+well-being of this little sentient being.granted, it betrays my “tough” image strangers may have of me, but what can I do? I just live my Truth. Just think: if my Annastasia was alive here on Earth, it would be ALLLLL DOGS ALLL THE TIME. Period. LOL!

5.LOVE: it is the SOLE/SOUL PURPOSE OF MY LIFE. I love LOVE. Loveyloveyloveyloveylovey from my open little heart to The Universe and each of its inhabitants (even bugs+parasites…though, as we know, I do carry the shame of having murdered a few bugs.) I could give a flyinfuck about how cheezy a concept LOVE may be to some people. I love them anyway. :)

6.BLOG: THIS is my rambling trivialities and report from wherever I may be. I type it (like this) on my thumbtyper and email it to my peeps and they do the magic posting. Noopers. I don’t have any “tutorials” scheduled, that’s fo sho! Hahahha! This system works for me. My pornonails (yep. Fakers!!) Assist in my swift thumbtyping…..plus I can write my bloggy on-the-go: tourbus, airport,gym,my kitchen, a restaurant bathroom……okay..not really any “bathrooms”! Don’t worry!!! But you get my drift. It is simply how I like to do things. :)

7.NETIPOT: LOL! This is a teapot-like device with the purpose of “cleansing the nostrils/sinuses” and it is a veryvery ancient practice. It is supposed to assist one in clearing the sinuses of potential bacteria. Noopers. No “debris” because I don’t consume dairy. LOL! (Don’t get mad, Milkys!!!! Just ribbin’ ya!!!!) Which brings us to….

8.NYUK: (as in, “nyuk,nyuk,nyuk…”) Also known as, “Ha,Ha,Ha!” I like joshin’ and jokin’ around. A LOT!!! TRULYTRULY I think LOTS of stuff is slapstick-funny and I,sadly, think everyone else will too. LOL! I say, “sadly” because lots of people do NOT share my sense of humor. And that’s cool. I am okay with that. My humor is WHAT GOT ME THROUGH FUCKIN CHEMO, YO!!!! LOL! That and my photo of my fans-taken-from-the-stage. You guys. EACH of you. And, my hope is that I can get YOU through stuff by making you laugh.. Hopefully?? Hahha! And, again, trust me: I DO have to CENSOR myself A LOT!!!! Let’s jusst say I think SarahSilverman is pretty funny (and EddieMurphy, and DonRickles, etc.etc.) Life’s funny-even the bad shit. Ya GOTTA laugh. It is your music!!!! :)

9.GRATEFUL: this is a word that I use constantly, and I always have:its how I was raised. In my mom’s house, as little kids on whom the concept of “Omniprescence” or “Infnite Light” or any miraculous philosophical concepts may have been lost, due to our age/attention span/cognitive abilities…my parents assisted with our daily prayers. Everyday, without fail, we said,”Thank you, God, for EVERYTHING. Amen.” LoL! It sums it up, don’t it? Raised to be grateful everysingleday, is one of the gifts my parents gave me. Recognition of Blessings. It fucking rules. And I AM. Daily. Without fail. Always was. Always will be. Thank Fuckin God! LOL!

10.LOOKING: LOL!!WTF?!!! I had to use my noggin on this one. Then I had my “aha!” Moment! “Looking” as in, “LOOKING” Like: BillieJeanKing,Juan Epstein from The Sweathogs,Jerry Sinefeld, etc.etc. Its me making fun of myself, and especially, my post-chemo-curly hair! This provides me, personally, with huge entertainment. Self-deprication fuels a lot of my humor. I HAVE To make fun of myself or I will go bananas!!!!!!!!!!
(And, it IS suprising they didn’t include “Bananas” in this list, non? It was prolly #11! LOL!)

Coming next week: Existentialism VS The Babydog Just kidding. LOL!
I hope that gives you a better understanding of my noggin-usage. Sad but true. LOL!
Have a blessed and blissful weekend filled with Divinity, Joy, Laughter, Gratitude, Bounty, Stimulation, and LOVE.
Through in a cuddlylovey animal and a couple bananas and you’re good to go!
Fuck yeah!
(Not to be confused with, “Fuck YAY!”)
SHANTI OM-PEACE TO YOU..
Love,
Biffy
Xoxo

Namaste and Salaam!!! Bonjour, Merhaba,Yo,Hola,and Word-to-yo-Mama!!! My Darling Friends, December is upon us! Woot! Woot! What a thrill! Let us be grateful we have much to do! Om Nama Shivaya.
I have noticed, as you may have, that a lot of people seem to become rather stressed in December. Weird. I thiink it is because of the pressure, in our consumerism-ripe society, of “Christmas”.
This is puzzling.
Often, I am guilty of a response like, “oh..are you Christian?” Which isn’t really a question, as much as it is my attempt to make a point. This is a naughty habit, in an effort to disarm. My purpose is to point out that it is a “Christian celebration”. Its about Jeezus’ birthday, non? So whywhywhy is it so weeeeeird for people?? It should be a birthday party!
December finds us bombarded with subconcious+subliminal messages to BUYBUYBUY and spend money on everything from Christmas decorations to booze to food(as in “extra” food) to clothes-for-parties to GIFTS for people…..and most folks are simply trying to get through the end of a challenging fiscal year. Non? Do you notice a simmering undercurrent of stress regarding these things?
Its a sin.
A shame.
We ALL do it, suseptable to the collective stress of the masses.
I ssay fuck it! Don’t stress. Don’t worry. Don’t get caught-up. Don’t lose your center.
Yes…..December is weird. Don’t spend money!!!!
MAKE YOUR GIFTS!!!!!!!
I assure you: people will be delighted! Make a painting for your mom. Even if you are terrible (like moi…I paint because its fun-not because I have a fine arts degree-THATS FOR SURE! LOL!) Ihave included an example of a painting of, big shocker, NICKLAS!! As you can see, this is easy for anyone to do!
Just paint ANYTHING! Even a few brush stokes on a piece of paper and, voila!!! Abstract art!!
The people whom are the lucky recipients of your thoughtfullness will be touched by your unique efforts!!! TRUST ME!
You do NOT have to be worried that “Christmas is coming”. You can approach December joyfully and with a lighthearted easiness.
Because it will come…..and pass…and you will survive. And, maybe, you will even discover a new hobby? :)
I am sending you all warm hugs, high-fives, and fuckin’horns, as we get into this: the final month of our calendar year!!! Yaaaaaaay!
Remember: you don’t have to stress.
Just relax. Have fun. Be yourself. And be creative!
Save your money for rent/food/buspass/panhandlers/savings/charities/emergencies/concert tickets/whatever. Life is full of enough worries. December shouldn’t be one of em. Word.
Loveloveloveloveydovey big hugs to all you Beautiful People,
Have a wonderful week!!!
Love,
Biffy
Xo