December 10, 2006
Take lessons in cool from Confetta right now or your favorite color will be Realtor White and your air will smell like the Venetian blinds in an accountants' office.
September 12, 2006
In a past life Confetta and I worked the cotton candy fields together, toiling night and day under the watchful eye of the wicked giant cyclops, Herb, who ruled the land of Cotton Dandy. Confetta would sometimes steal small tufts of cotton candy from her accumulation to share with me later. We tucked the candy into a meager slice of bread, which was served once a day with gruel. This treat was the only ray of sunshine in a life otherwise filled with storm clouds.
One day the giant’s henchman, a sullen toad named Wart, spied Confetta stashing a miniscule tuft of cotton candy into her apron and he unraveled his great tongue, flicking it from a 20-foot distance where he was perched upon his enormous toadstool, and curled Confetta into his cavernous mouth as fast as the crack of a whip.
The toad attempted to swallow her whole but she would not relent. She banged on his gums, poked his tongue with pruning shears and yelled and hollered until he could stand it no more. He opened his mouth and Confetta escaped, running for dear life. She reached the licorice slide back to earth and descended it quickly, never to return to the corrupt land of Cotton Dandy.
I am so glad to have found her here, lifetimes later, both of us safely removed from the evil cyclops and his minion. And now in her cupboards you may always find bushels of cotton candy, to be shared by all.
The End.
April 19, 2006
Ms Cotton Candy in the flesh! Confetta is sooooooooooooo sweet. And she's super sexy.... too bad she's taken. She loves CANDY, all things Warhol, crooning and songbirds. Candy is dandy but Confetta won't rot your teeth.
March 7, 2006
How do you put into words the fabulousity of Confetta...it's practically impossible because they just don't have enough words that mean, tasteful, talented, terrific, all knowing, all seeing, in short perfection.
When Confetta was created God simply broke the mold. How many people do you know that could wear a lame tuxedo and make it look like pure gold! I can think of only one....Miss Confetta!!!! If I could have chosen this incarnation I would be Confetta.....
MUAHH...love you Fetts you peach!!!!
February 23, 2006
i feel there is truly one way to express how i feel about confetta.
beauty with bubbles and winks.
the things you share with others in your time connects paths.
thank you.
August 22, 2005
behold, you snivelling and splendiferous tribelings, the Contessa Confetta in all of her unholy glory! what living thing has borne witness to the skin she wears outside the digital domain? what human this side of the Other has supped on and basked in her physical pheremones? who can say? but let THIS be known: her virtual spectre has cast its long shadows on many a soul, teasing some, tormenting others, and rescuing a select few from the brink of boredom and/or from the brink of being boring. she has only to enter a party as a flock of hissing rumors, and its very psychotexture is thereby transmogrified into the stuff of lascivious legend. anyone who's everyone has been to her slumber parties, teenstyle, sweet and vicious, playing old records all night long and swooning over the superstars. within this inner circle throbs yet another elite (and so on and so on, in endlessly tightening ripples). in imaginal space, the faktory lives. a parallel faktory where valerie never made it into the elevator (struck dead by a taxi, just outside, spilling gibberish and blood into the gutters that spurned her, clutching a gun in a brown paper bag. poor thing.). where she and andy and candy and the best of them hold court between the flickers and flashes of a nonstop paparazzi blitzkrieg. an intersection of the infinite, where eternity meets forever. where anything goes and nobody knows. where only the interesting survive and thrive on a diet of methedrine and ovaltine. all hail diaphanous, diabolical den-mother confetta, a figure of unfathomable mystery and irresistible allure. if her influence doesn't save your life, then it just wasn't worth saving.
June 13, 2005
She is a Cotton Candy scented breath of fresh air
A evil anti-birthday twin to take over the world with (and we will)
You ever meet someone and it feels like you've known them 4ever?
Its like that.
We were real twisted twins in a past life. Siamese me thinks.
She is shaking up my world and I love it!
A day without hearing from her is pure unadulterated HELL!!!
June 7, 2005
If we were ever alone, and there was only one Boston Baked Bean left in the box...I would gladly give it to you. Crooners & Songbirds is the best Tribe EVER! Now, back to my Al Jolson rekkids...
June 7, 2005
Oh my! I can't believe no one else has written a testimonial about you. When it comes to moderators, you are the snake's hip! I always look forward to visting Crooners & Songbirds! I appreciate the time & effort you take to give us all the information that you provide us with. I love it! I always want to contribute more to the tribe, but you always seem to be right on the money. Thanks again!
May 10, 2005
Tristan Tzara referred to a a as the anti-philosopher - But to me she is 'n' and 'n' stands for num-nums: see
grimpeur.tamu.edu/~colin/lp/node37.html ...
The first time I saw her was coming out of a screening of Eraserhead at the Castro Theatre - She was a Hitchcock blonde in a faux-fur coat carrying a hubcap and walking down Market Street - It was love at first sight...
I was there when her best friend Jack first arrived on the scene - She was there with me when my best friend Hassan left the scene - Oh how we laughed when we read Andy's book about a cat named Sam...
Baked goods? Who's this dame kiddin'? She's here for the Lemonheads...
