August 30, 2012

Ann Romney Loves Centaurs

Ann Romney's recent address at the 2012 Republican National Convention wasn't about parties or politics, but it did reveal a surprising fetish. No word on the impact it will have on Mitt's campaign yet, but with this revelation BaTR's number one search term, "Centaur Porn" should soon be augmented to "Ann Romney Centaur Porn."

Thank you, G.O.P.!

August 23, 2012


I know that this blog has turned into mostly just pictures I take or make accompanied by very little text over the past few years. That style may be better suited for a Tumblr or Instagram type o' thing, but I refuse to emigrate from Blogger. Tumblr seems to be wildly popular, but what bugs me is that it seems to be less about original content and more about single-serve topics, or people reposting other pictures to build their identity.  Sure, maybe one of my almost funny MS Paint pictures would be seen by more people looking for almost funny MS Paint pictures (as opposed to people Google image searching for "Centaurs Fucking Lisa Marie Presley"), but... actually, I don't know what the "but" is--I just wanted to get more hits by mentioning centaurs.

I do have a Tumblr site for my Leopardactyl Podcast, which hardly belongs on Tumblr and can hardly be called a podcast (yeah, the Internet--I'm doing it wrong). But rest assured, as long as I have a Blogger T-shirt that fits me (I do), Beauty and the RoBeast will stay here in whatever form it desires.

Oh, while I'm promoting other things, have you checked out Guts Guts Guts Guts yet? Me and three friends put together a film for a 21-day film challenge and that page chronicles the project's progress.

And now I'm going to post a picture of myself that really has no business being in this blog, and would in fact, probably make more sense on Instagram or Facebook or something. But it's going here instead. Here's the picture:

Nothing special, I know. No pop culture references or silly MS Paint edits. Just me and some shadows on a rusty sculpture. It's a self portrait that I spent about a half hour trying to perfect for really no good reason other than I was inspired at the time and had nothing else to do.

The next image deconstructs the perspective:

The camera was resting on the thing on the left. I had to set the timer for 10 seconds, then run over to the silver thing in the background, climb up, then hold a pose. Then repeat seventeen hundred thousand times. If I could do it over again, I'd have a better camera. And I'd be a nude girl. Genius.