Beautiful typography - with candles!

Most people will just find this beautiful and lovely.

Designers and typophiles will find it especially so. I don't love the 'e' at the end, but the ligature is nice and, well... it's type with light. What more do you want people!?!

Temporary Technical Alert - hideous ugliness!

This blog looks ugly on Internet Explorer for PC, and possibly other browsers.

This is because of stupid New Blogger quirkiness.

I will be debugging soon.

I would complain more, but... off to strip search the code! Rubber glove on - SNAP! Let's get in there!

In the meantime - enjoy this brief moment of musical delight, courtesy of my great, musical, father.


Pretty, pretty macs - just sit back and watch the video. Yes, Justin Long, I know you could handle New Blogger. Just lay off okay! I'm a cross-platform kind of girl! I think you should leave!

Happy birthday dear blog... *and an apology to my readers...

HOLY CRAP FRIENDS!!! THE BECKSTAR HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN BLOGGING FOR A YEAR!!!!

Artist's depiction of the Beckstar and her loyal fan base

Wow. The memories...

... let's think back to the highlights, lowlights, and greatest moments that led you, my lonely and hapless readers to your current point of desperate obsession with The Beckstar and her Magical Republic of Unquenchability.


Speaking of which...

A MEA CULPA

So Blogger's been riding my jock for like three months now to switch to new, Google-run Blogger. Those bitches.

Last night they put The Beckstar in a headlock and forced me to do it. It was an ugly scene, dear readers, but The Beckstar finally consented and will not be pressing charges.

Moving on, upon my first login, New Blogger showed me the many, many comments that were sitting, awaiting approval. I forgot I had changed the settings to require that.

The vast majority were for cheap Cialis, but some were from you! Dear readers, desperate to suckle at the teat of fame that is The Beckstar, I shant let you down again!

So, they're all posted, the comments are now good to go. It won't happen again, I assure you. The Republic's legal team is far too inept for me to break promises.

One love! Stay tuned for more liberally applied disco sparkles.

I think it all might be going to my head! The Metro write-ups! The street-cred! The free designer handbags! Someone stage an intervention! This is not a cry for help! This is the real thing!

Dancing is dreaming with your feet...

Dance is the world's most famous metaphor. You know, that's probably true. And it's oldest.

Okay, so this is a little bit Chariots of Fire: Electric Boogaloo, but seriously - can anyone say they haven't had a religious experience on a dance floor or two in their lives?

An inspirational moment...

Because seriously - if these guys can do... going out in public wearing really bad homemade Star Wars costumes, you can obviously do whatever it is is you secretly dream about.


Just look at the helmet on the right. What kind of person makes this? My suspicion: a blind woman with delusions of artistic competence, obsessed with her ballad-singing stalker.


"a pic of Orvie and friend (who appears to be a bear with a lipstick belt!)"
- Room of Doom website, source for all these amazing photos.


I want to meet this kid!

Room of Doom , from their website:

StarWarsHelmets.com features the VERY BEST helmets and costumes that have ever been created - from all over the World. However where there is Light, there is Dark. Wherever there is Beauty............
..There is sheer unadulterated pain, flatulence and ugliness!!!