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Sunday, October 31, 2021

in the dark
I’m unabashedly swiping this photo of a goblin-green lit Empire State Building taken by @PRCog this past Friday. Because I kind of fell in love with it.

As for the rest of my All Hallow’s Eve? This gothic-style cameraphonephoto is probably the extent of it. I was planning to roam about, catching at least part of the Village Halloween Parade, and gawking at the street-displayed costumes. But, it’s already bitterly cold this afternoon, and it’s looking like near-freezing weather with winds tonight. So I’ll pass. At least I’ll have some Halloween candy to supplement my football-watching.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 10/31/2010 04:28pm
Category: New Yorkin', Photography, Social Media Online
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Earlier this month, a meme flowed through the InterWebz regarding the layout of this calendar month:

October 2010 has five Fridays, five Saturdays and five Sundays - something that only occurs every 823 years.

I admit, I came across it on Twitter, and pretty much took it at face value. After all, if five full weekends came along routinely, I’d notice it, right?

I guess I don’t, because it happens all the time. In fact, it follows a 5-6-5-11 yearly pattern, with leap year accounting for the extended gap. But nothing at all to suggest that 823-year action.

So someone, apparently, threw that made-up number into the mix, and it propagated quickly through social media chatter as assumed fact. No one’s come forward to brag about their “gotcha”, as hollow as it is; so the motive probably will remain a mystery.

Regardless, this October did treat us to an “extra” two leisure days. Not that I did anything extra-special with the extra time. So no gain, no loss — and on to November and the close of the year.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 10/31/2010 03:00pm
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Saturday, October 30, 2021

spin cyclers
All the social outrage over the “Glee Gone Wild” photoshoot in GQ is predictable — just as predictable as the oft-repeated girl-to-woman image makeover employed by maturing performers:

All began their careers with a preponderance of fans in the bubblegum set and traced the same celebrity arc, by which Disney tiara is exchanged for Victoria’s Secret teddy and the sweet princess becomes a sweaty temptress. If she’s lucky, she then proceeds quickly to some amalgam of the two, her diversifying mission accomplished. If not, she’s Lindsay Lohan…

It’s all about image adjustment, about taking a pendulum positioned too far in one direction and yanking it in the other, so that it eventually winds up somewhere in between. The process has a physics all its own: G plus NC-17 equals PG-13.

When you’re dealing with public perceptions, shock techniques work better than steady progression. Fact is, most of the audience doesn’t want that little boy or girl in the popular sitcom or rock band to grow up — they want them to remain an iconic representation forever. Basically, a sharp break with the past is necessary, and nothing does the job better than sexualization.

And yes, that formula goes back a lot farther than “Glee”. It even goes back farther than Britney, Christina, or any of the latter-day Disney child stars. One-time one-dimensional kid phenom Jodie Foster turned the trick (so to speak) by playing a teenaged hooker in Taxi Driver. You can even point to Liz Taylor‘s career following the same (albeit tamer, owing to the times) trajectory.

And it’s all calculated. So keep that in mind the next time the apologies and claims of being led astray (the latter being another veiled form of sexual presentation for young women) spill forth, after the next strategic “scandal”.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 10/30/2010 05:25pm
Category: Celebrity, Pop Culture, Women
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Friday, October 29, 2021

In The Communist Manifesto, Karl Marx famously dropped a quip about “the idiocy of rural life”.

It turns out that “idiocy” is a mistranslation; he actually was referring to a repressive socioeconomic feudal regime, and used an outdated academic term for it. But I have a feeling that, had Marx spent any time dealing with building contractors in upstate New York, he would have unambiguously gone with “idiocy”, because nothing else fits.

I’ve spent this entire month attempting to get someone in Orange County to do a few repairs on my mother’s house: A leaky roof, a blacktop driveway paving, etc. I’m doing it long distance, which means phone calls. Which means a lot of voicemails that never get returned, and addresses that get garbled, and so on.

What gets me is how often I simply never hear back from any of these schmucks. I don’t know if they’re scared off by my area code, or the house’s location, or if they’re somehow so busy that they can afford to blow off new work (ha!). Whatever the reason, the upshot is that days are wasted because of lack of communication, and ultimately nothing gets done.

I’m somewhat surprised by this ordeal, but not much. I grew up in this environment, so I ought to be well-acquainted with the lackadaisical attitude. I used to defend it as small-town charm; now, I recognize it for the ingrained incompetence that it is.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 10/29/2010 10:16am
Category: New Yorkin', Political Theory, Society
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Thursday, October 28, 2021

Not accounting for injuries, healthy scratches, or minor-league demotions, on any given gamenight the Atlanta Thrashers could have as many as five black players suited up. In a traditionally white-man’s sport, that’s raised some eyebrows:

The trend is made more unusual because of geography: The City of Atlanta is more than 50 percent black and [has an African-American population total that is] the second largest in the U.S. behind New York; and it’s a population that, traditionally, isn’t watching the Stanley Cup Finals every season.

So the speculation began that this roster was being put together by design, in order for a team struggling to fill seats to reach an untapped audience for hockey. Pass It To Bulis (Mainstream Media: “The blogosphere”) published a well-received post about the trend, noting that by having six players hovering near the NHL level, the Thrashers had roughly 20 percent of the active black players in the NHL.

The Thrashers plead talent-first colorblindness, even though they are maximizing the situation by targeting Atlanta’s black media market.

I’ll point out another National Hockey League city that’s predominately black: Detroit. To date, the Red Wings haven’t gone out of their way to either insert a African-American (or, more probably, African-Canadian) player into their roster, or court the inner-city sports fan. Of course, it’s a different situation: Detroit’s hockey club is a nearly a century old, and — the key thing — has been a consistent winner for a long while now. Still, if any NHL team were to aggressively market itself in this direction, the Wings would be in the prime position to do so.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 10/28/2010 11:13pm
Category: Advert./Mktg., Hockey, Society
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Thanks to DVRs, the Web, and mobile media — along with the overarching shrinking of attention spans — the length of the optimal TV commercial is now down to a mere quarter-minute.

That’s a downward progression from the formerly-standard 30-second spot. Of course, that half-minute supplanted the original full minute of airtime that advertisers wanted/had to buy. So a new standard of 15 seconds was inevitable, regardless of the specific delivery technologies that fostered it.

And talk about hitting the viewer on the neuron level:

Shorter ads can be just as effective as longer ones. Viewers can form new associations — say, knowing about a discount — in a few seconds and then recall that information in just one second, [branding specialist Deborah] Mitchell says. People can’t help soaking up the message.

“When things are working that fast, you can’t tell yourself, ‘No, I’m not going to think about that,’” she says. “Your brain lights up so you don’t have a choice.”

When you’re dealing with such a brief rapid-fire window of opportunity, you’re targeting reaction more than comprehension. That’ll do for now, until our brains catch up and 5-second spots become necessary…

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 10/28/2010 10:34am
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Wednesday, October 27, 2021

At what age should a kid retire from Halloween tricking-slash-treating? Per small-town law, it’s when they’re old enough to start truly scaring those doling out the candy:

“When I was a kid my father said to me, ‘You’re too damn big to be going trick-or-treating. You’re done,’” [Bellville, IL Mayor Mark] Eckhert told ABC News. “When that doesn’t happen, then that’s reason for the city governments to intervene.”

Intervening, in this case, means putting an age limit on trick-or-treaters, and threatening the over-12 set with a $100 fine for those who ignore the law — though, according to ABC, that fine has rarely, if ever, been actually meted out. And while some residents of Belleville have complained about the ordinance, it seems that many more are relieved. Trick-or-treat age limits have also been popular in townships in South Carolina, Mississippi, Maryland, and Virginia.

A fine is extreme, and probably ineffective. But I do support the intent: Getting overgrown tweens out of the mix.

I get a kick out of handing out candy early on Halloween night, and seeing little kids awkwardly posing in their costumes. When a fat 5-foot-tall slob — wearing no mask or costume and lugging a pillowcase for his sugary loot — shows up, it kills the magic for me.

And that’s exactly what I encountered at my door, more than once, the last time I participated in the holiday tradition. Since then, I’ve kept my jack-o-lantern dark, because it frankly disgusts me to see such a display. If you’re going door-to-door looking for handouts, sans disguise, you’re no longer trick-or-treating — you’re now simply begging.

So sure, go ahead and ban these past-their-prime Halloweenies. Maybe it’ll kickstart their internal shame mechanism.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 10/27/2010 10:41am
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Tuesday, October 26, 2021

In my estimation, this short scene from Young Frankenstein is the funniest bit in the whole movie.

Take note of the direct minute:seconds deep anchor link on the YouTube video. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work when you embed the video onto your own webpage. Thus, I can’t really show off the seconds-long sequence here. Bummer.

But here’s the transcript, such as it is:

Inga: You haven’t even touched your food.
[Frederick bolts forward and paws at his food]
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: There. Now I’ve touched it. Happy?

Many’s the time I’ve been tempted to re-create this scene, when someone’s criticizing me for not clearing my plate. The only thing holding me back is the risk of an Animal House-style food fight breaking out.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 10/26/2010 09:45pm
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Monday, October 25, 2021

there's a catch
Thanks to the trick of a mid-season trade, Texas Rangers catcher Bengie Molina is guaranteed a World Series ring in this year’s Fall Classic — no matter which team prevails:

He is about to become the first catcher in baseball history to appear in the Fall Classic against a team he played for earlier in the season… Molina also was the Giants’ catcher from 2007 until July 1 of this year, when he was traded to Texas for reliever Chris Ray and minor leaguer Michael Main… Molina played 61 games for San Francisco and 57 games for Texas during the regular season.

Molina is only the second Major League Baseball player to play on the rosters of both World Series clubs in the same season; he’s preceded by leftfielder Lonnie Smith, who got swapped from St. Louis to Kansas City in 1985 — and got his revenge by helping the Royals power past the Cardinals for the championship that year. Hopefully, Molina will earn his WS ring the same way, versus backing into it on the losing squad.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 10/25/2010 10:52pm
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Sunday, October 24, 2021

It’s not that it lives on, it’s that it won’t die.

I cooked up that little quip earlier today on Twitter. I was inspired by some television talking-head’s comment; I’ve already forgotten the full context. Regardless, this witty rejoinder was my response.

I was initially content to let this exist in tweet form only. But the more I thought about it, the more I liked it, and so I’m preserving it here on the blog side. I think it can apply to a wide range of subjects, from some over-the-hill entertainer’s career, to, I dunno — zombies? I’ll leave the applicative possibilities to others.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 10/24/2010 08:35pm
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Back when I worked with the old Coyote newspaper content management system, a basic command action was “spike”, or deleting the document off the system completely.

The terminology was probably derived from old journalistic slang for disposing of news copy. It was a common enough action in the newsroom that we’d routinely refer to “spiking a story”.

I’ve always liked the sound of the phrase — that sharp “k” sound denotes a definitive closure. I’d like to see a revival/expansion of it, to everyday parlance for any disposal, ending, etc. In fact, lately I’ve been letting it slip into my conversation with that meaning. Hopefully it’ll catch on.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 10/24/2010 03:57pm
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In the midst of a review of the “Three Faiths: Judaism, Christianity, Islam” exhibition at the New York Public Library, critic Edward Rothstein drops in this bit of insight:

The Abrahamic religions share other characteristics as well. Each believes that God has made himself known to his prophets through acts of revelation. And such revelations shape groups of believers by being incorporated in canonical written texts: the Hebrew Bible, the Christian Gospels, the Islamic Koran.

Though the exhibition does not point this out, the connection between monotheism and such texts is no accident. Once multiple divinities are discarded, along with their rivalries and conflicting powers, religion is concerned with just two poles: the human and the divine. Religious events take place not on Mount Olympus or in some imagined godly castle, but in the earthly realm. Religious history becomes fully part of human history. And the telling of that history, along with commentary and reinterpretation, becomes an aspect of the religion itself. These faiths are historical faiths.

A simplified, all-encompassing God brings the divine action out of the clouds and down to ground level. The human experience then plays a starring role, instead of the supporting one required of polytheistic tellings.

I think the fundamental origin-of-man tales found in the Prometheus myth and the Garden of Eden are good examples of these contrasting approaches. In the former, the Greek gods drive the story; in the latter, mortal Adam and Eve are the action agents. The initiative shifts from godly intent to human impulse. You could say that it’s the beginning of the concepts of humanism and self-determination.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 10/24/2010 02:31pm
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Saturday, October 23, 2021

step to
It’s been two weeks since New York Rangers rookie center Derek Stepan debuted his NHL career with a hat trick in the Rangers’ season opener at Buffalo.

He’s been light on the goal-scoring since then. Still, potting three goals in your very first National Hockey League game merits something. I figure a nickname is due to the youngster.

The problem is, I can’t think of one. The only thing that comes to mind is a play on the name “Stepan”. And the only thing that comes to mind from that? For me, it’s 20th Century black film star (and divisive racial figure) Stepin Fetchit.

I’m thinking that’s not gonna work. So, the hockey nickname tinkering continues…

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 10/23/2010 01:05pm
Category: History, Hockey, Movies
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Friday, October 22, 2021

I’m not familiar enough with the geography of the Los Angeles metroplex to know anything about Culver City. So I don’t know how cool CulverLand, a limted-time life-sized boardgame art installation incorporating a stretch of the city’s sidewalks, really is:

In CulverLand, human game pieces can proceed to the next square, for example, when they are passed by a car painted the same color as their current square.

An alternate drinking-game version involves matching cocktails to the colors.

But it definitely sounds cool, both virgin and alcholic editions.

This bit stood out for me:

When [CulverLand artist John] Derevlany field-tested his creation, composed of the six most common car colors, he had to reduce the bright hues, especially greens.

“Artistically, I wanted lots of blue, red and green, but two-thirds of cars are black, white or gray-silver,” he said.

That majority representation of neutral-tone car colors reinforces what I noticed when I visited LA earlier this year:

Odd experience while sitting at an intersection on Hollywood Boulevard for some 15 minutes: Practically every single non-livery vehicle that rolled by was either white, black, or some grey shade in between. No joke, by the time I actually started paying attention, I didn’t see a single passenger car with a colorful hue whiz by. It was bizarre. Is there some sort of prohibition against rainbow-colors paintjobs on your ride in Hollywood?

So I guess there really is some sort of groupthink/hivemind against true-color automobiles amongst Angelenos? Perhaps a bizarre manifestation of the decades-old car culture in Southern California — the gas-guzzlers are so ingrained into the fabric of life there that there’s no desire to make them stand out visually? Worthy of further investigation, I think.

Anyway, I’d almost like to see a similar chutes-and-ladders creative application on Manhattan’s streets. Except that we don’t need yet another thing clogging up the sidewalks. Maybe Brooklyn instead…

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 10/22/2010 12:15pm
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Thursday, October 21, 2021

With a little over two weeks before the premiere of Conan O’Brien‘s new TBS show, the marketing as ramped up, as huge billboards sporting O’Brien’s mug have cropped up all over Manhattan.

He’s permanently wearing a beard these days. It’s a good look for him. Still, I can’t shake my initial impression, from two years ago, of those ginger whiskers:

He looks like a guest-starring warlock character from the old 1960s sitcom “Bewitched”.

Seriously, he should get ahold of the show’s old theme music, wave his arms around at the audience “casting spells”, ham it up with a mock Edwardian English accent, the whole thing. I don’t know if he can actually use these suggestions under WGA rules, but here’s hoping.

So, if one of the first skits on the new talkshow involves Conan doing sitcom-grade magic, you’ll know where he got the idea from. I fully expect to see it on opening night.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 10/21/2010 11:55pm
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Wednesday, October 20, 2021

If your workplace has a roomier, more desolate feeling of late, it’s not your imagination:

As the economy continues its long snooze, “office space is not as densely packed as it used to be,” [reports the International Facility Management Association]. Vacancy rates have risen by about 5% in almost every industry. (The only exception: The federal government.) Companies now average 295 square feet of usable space per employee. Yet most office workers are assigned between 75 and 95 square feet. Middle managers get, on average, 120 square feet.

What’s taking up the rest of the space? Collaborative work areas and amenities like day care centers and gyms account for much of it, while layoffs and stagnant hiring, the study’s authors add, have turned many offices into “ghost towns, with empty cubicles becoming increasingly common.”

Somewhat mirrors foreclosure-depleted neighborhoods, where neglected empty houses lend an eerie atmosphere. In the office, the lack of a desk-neighbor probably imparts a feeling of isolation, balanced by a desirable state of privacy. Among the considerations:

- Do you log in enough facetime, versus almost-exclusive email/voicemail contact?
- Is it worth being in the office physically, instead of telecommuting, if coworkers are so thin on the ground anyway?

A bit of a social adjustment, until companies decide to start hiring again.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 10/20/2010 11:50pm
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in the bag
Whether imposed for conditioning purposes or (more usually) for punishment, hockey players dread the “bag skate”:

noun a team practice made of repetitive, strenuous skating drills and sprints, usually without pucks. Also as a verb.

Of course, there’s repetitive, and then there’s the diabolically repetitive:

There’s a million different ways to shape a bag skate — there’s the classic “suicides,” which nearly everyone has done in some form for every sport. In hockey, it’s skating to the blue line and back, then the center line and back, and so on. Good ‘ol [juniors coach Mike] Vandekamp used to put the “Peter Zezel” twist on that with regularity — once you get to the “far glass and back” portion of doing lines, you start going around the net to the blue line before coming back around to the starting point again. It becomes a horror movie: The Skate That Wouldn’t Die.

The “bag” portion of the description undoubtedly comes from “bagging” the practice pucks, or taking them all off the ice, so that the entire drill becomes nothing but skate, skate, skate. By the end of the strenuous drills, your legs are about ready to be bagged up and stored away for a long while too.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 10/20/2010 10:33pm
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Tuesday, October 19, 2021

going longer
It should come as absolutely no surprise to anyone that National Football League coaches are routinely pressured to burn timeouts late in games, just so more TV commercials can be squeezed in:

“At the two-minute warning in every game in the fourth quarter, there are conversations that go by. There’s conversations that take place at the two-minute warning before the first half. But there’s conversations that take place, and it’s the official’s responsibility to give the head coach a status of commercials and TV timeouts,” [Tennessee Titan head coach Jeff] Fisher said. “Yesterday, I was told that they were two short. And they looked at me and smiled, and I said, ‘Sorry, I can’t help you.’ [Referee] Mike Carey came across and said, ‘Here’s the deal. We’re two short.’ And I said, ‘Mike, I can’t help you. I’m trying to get a first down and I’m gonna kneel on it.’”

It’s clearly obtrusive, and it makes for an unsettling in-game situation:

Perhaps the most disconcerting thing about this story — the part that made it so hard to believe at first — is the idea of a television network, and the need for ad revenue, deciding the pace of a game (no matter how awful it may be). That Carey would break away from his responsibility as a supposedly objective arbiter of the on-field action to try and wrangle timeouts from coaches in the name of commercial breaks — well, this is where we truly have gone down the rabbit hole. And judging from Fisher’s comments, this happens all the time.

It’s always pointed out how well-suited football, particularly NFL football, is to television. Clearly-delineated windows of action provide an ideal vehicle for injecting commercial breaks. So it’s disheartening to think that, even with this perfect set-up, the league and its partners (in this case, ESPN) feel the need to tamper with gameplay integrity to jam in even more advertising.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 10/19/2010 11:21pm
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Monday, October 18, 2021

“Mad Men” creator Matthew Weiner, in an interview about the just-completed season of his show, dropped the following summation of his dissatisfaction with today’s movie landscape:

The other aspects of things that are going on in entertainment right now are frustrating to me. I’ve been very disappointed with whatever has happened to the business model that has made the movies so incredibly unattractive to me. I’m so starved for things, for any kind of entertainment…

It’s a bummer to see movie after movie where so many talented people get together and so much money is spent, and they’re just bland, lifeless, familiar, fake. I’m not a superhero, it’s not one of my interests. It’s O.K. for it to be a fraction of the entertainment that’s out there, but it can’t be everything. And I have four little boys so I’m seeing everything. And they’re tired of going to the movies.

I don’t know that I’d consciously target the economics of modern motion pictures, but otherwise, this reflects my late attitude toward what’s being offered in theaters. Especially the “bland, lifeless, familiar, fake” part. I’ve gone from catching a flick at least once a week, to maybe once every couple of months now. I just don’t see how it’s worth the investment of my money and (especially) time to watch a production that’s noticeably imperfect and incomplete, and ultimately not especially unique.

For a while, I suspected this was a symptom of getting older, and basically seeing a long cycle of pop-cultural entertainment come back upon itself. But if Weiner’s kids are any representation, then this feeling of movie fatigue is widespread. If we’re all so bored with what’s out there now, where’s the truly revolutionary paradigm to shock us back to rapt interest?

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 10/18/2010 11:25pm
Category: Movies
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A horror ha-ha from Dustbury, via the Twitterized version:

Q: What do vegan zombies crave?

I generally despise the subgenre that is zombies, mainly because it’s been done to (living) death. (Although really, I never cared for the original Night of the Living Dead to begin with.) But a good joke is a good joke, pun and all.

And I contributed the headline, to bring it all together. Isn’t that the point of social media collaboration — to use your collective brains? Or rather, braaaaaaains…

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 10/18/2010 10:22pm
Category: Comedy, Movies, Pop Culture, Social Media Online
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Sunday, October 17, 2021

It’s mind-boggling to consider that something still referred to as “new media” could host a property that’s a full two decades old. But that’s the case on this day, as The Internet Movie Database, or IMDb, celebrates its 20th birthday:

It was 20 years ago today that I posted a simple software package to the USENET newsgroup rec.arts.movies, which allowed readers of that group to create and search a very basic movie and TV database. This was the 17th October 1990. The database was built from the lists of credits which I and two other readers had begun to publish in the same group. At the time the database only covered actors, actresses, and directors. The World Wide Web was a long way off and anyone wanting to use the database had to install it locally on their computer. IMDb was born though and anyone reading the group on that day could have access to the Internet’s first freely-available movie and TV database.

The transience of online is apparent: Despite archiving efforts, a good deal of what’s created on the Internet is not really intended for posterity. So it’s something of a miracle that IMDb has lasted so long, and with its original core purpose intact, even after the transition from Net to Web, and eventual acquisition by present parent company Amazon.

Personally, I’d say that IMDb was probably one of the first compelling reasons for me to regularly fire up a browser (let’s conveniently ignore the default porn factor, of course :) ). My longstanding love of films found a ready outlet for the volume of trivial information on IMDb, and still does; to this day, it’s one of only a couple of sites that can suck me in for extended periods of time, with one link leading deeper and deeper into others.

Even with my interest in cinema flagging of late, IMDb still manages to draw me in. So I hope it sticks around for another 20 years. Or until the Web runs out of steam. Or until they stop making full-fledged Hollywood productions in favor of YouTube clips. Whichever of those scenarios comes first…

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 10/17/2010 07:53pm
Category: History, Internet, Movies
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