Tuesday, February 28, 2006
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Monday, February 27, 2006
IF one had lived there before, but many years ago when one wasn't necessarily a practicing homosexualist (tm), and
IF one were considering a 4-5 day scouting foray there to test the personal and professional waters, then
WHERE should one stay to get the best gay Chicago has to offer, and
WHERE might one go to meet and greet men of similar age and interests? (READ: Where should a not so young anymore dude go to get his gay on?)
Friday, February 24, 2006
Credible research exists that strongly suggests that adopted children raised in Republican households, though significantly wealthier than their Democrat-raised counterparts, are more at risk for developing emotional problems, social stigmas, inflated egos (and) an alarming lack of tolerance for others they deem different than themselves.
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Thursday, February 23, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
I have to hand it to Details magazine, which I buy purely based on the eye candy on the cover. It sure ain't the content, unless there happens to be a Chabon or an Augusten Burroughs essay inside. Last month had Matthew McConaughey in a steel blue sweater (unnggghh) and I just picked up this month's issue with Patrick Dempsey (likes to play doctor) on the cover. Great shot of him rockin' some facial hair and a fitted black shirt that I'm loving. Haven't been any further than the cover yet, guys.
The other thing I'm looking at is Olympic Ice (or OI for we fanboys) on the USA Network. As I mentioned previously, I'm not that into skating, but Johnny Weir grabbed my attention and now this snarky hour-long recap/preview of the doings in Torino has me hooked. I've always loved Mary Carillo's tennis commentary, and she's in rare form on this show. Only a few days left, so catch it while you can (6:00P EST on USA).
And to the lady who just tried to tell me how to run my own fucking business: AFTER I try to tell you how to manage your hypochondriac-badshoewearing-donothingbutshopandandgetyournailsdone life, THEN you can give me advice on how I should run mine. Not before. PS. Stirrup pants? Seriously? Oh, and your roots need done. 3 weeks ago. Bitch.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
- Wasn't So Long, Farewell just begging to be remixed? Being a showtune fag, I say, "Yes, sir!" link via towleroad
- I wanna share a snippet from the book I'm reading, The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore: Mavis was always in the Christmas spirit, right down to the Christmas-tree earrings that she wore year-round to give her that "new-car smell." A sheaf of mistletoe the size of a moose head hung over the order station at her bar, and throughout the season, any unsuspecting drunk who leaned too far over the bar to shout his order into one of Mavis's hearing aids would find that beyond the fluttering black nylon whips of her mascara-plastered pseudo lashes, behind the mole with the hair and the palette knife-applied cakes of Red Seduction lipstick, past the Tareyton 100s breath and the clacking dentures, Mavis still had some respectable tongue action in her. One guy, breathless and staggering toward the door, claimed that she had tongued his medulla oblongata and stimulated visions of being choked in Death's dark closet--which Mavis took as a compliment. If you like that, pick up this book or for even better Moore, get Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal.
- I understand why people are comforted by the concept of an omnipotent god, but me, I'd rather take my chances with hard work and blind luck. That's more comforting to me than thinking god might want me to die tomorrow and there's nothing I can do. I've been thinking about luck a lot since seeing Match Point over the weekend (review to come...can you hardly wait?!).
- Twice today I've said "If you can't fix it, you gotta stand it" to people. Is that trite already? Anyway, there was no recognition. None. Do you see why I'm always hanging with you people online? There's a desolation 'round these parts, and it's cultural. Well, except for Diana's dresses stopping at the DAI. That is culture, isn't it? >
- Every day, I struggle with myself over buying one of these. It'd be engraved with "No day but today" Rent-stizz. Speaking of that, Rent is out on DVD today. The 2-disc special edition should be on its way to Casa ME shortly.
- Let's see. Musicals? Check. Princess Diana? Check. Conspicuous consumption? Check. Yeah. This post is officially gay enough.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Sunday, February 19, 2006
- I toy with the image that I'm forever lounging around my place in 2xist boxers and tanks, but that's not reality. Maybe a few times a week, max. This weekend I decided I needed to replace the t-shirts that I normally wear under my work clothes. I hate doing that chiefly because the new 'generous cut' they all offer doesn't fit me at all unless I'm ever shooting for 'bunched up in my drawers'. I don't want generous. Let's stop speaking in code, guys. The 'extra length' is for extra gut, right? I don't need it. I have the hardest time finding cotton t-shirts (don't like the spandex-y ones) that feel comfortable under my clothes. The crosses I have to bear, right? So this weekend, I had the genius idea to buy MEDIUM instead of LARGE of the Tommy Hilfiger t-shirts that were on sale. A little tight across the shoulders, but otherwise perfect. Well, it would have been genius had I thought of it maybe five years ago.
- Will you allow me to sound incredibly old for a moment? Spanks. Where has common courtesy gone? I've been going to lots of movies lately (two more this weekend, which I'll just HAVE to review at some point....was that a sharp intake of anticipatory breath I heard?). The manners people exhibit are just horrendous. I mentioned a few weeks ago about the chatty old folks and this weekend wasn't any better. In one show a 50 something crunchy type in fleece and Birkenstocks with socks (natch) pulls a paper grocery sack o' popcorn from under her coat and proceeds to feedbag it around her face area. Imagine how quiet that was. She sates herself eventually, concluding with a slow rolling down of the bag. 'Finally", I think. A minute passes before she starts zipping and unzipping her fanny pack (ugh!). She's not getting anything. Just zipping/unzipping it over and over. I finally moved with a passive-aggressive and totally ineffectual deep sigh and plunked myself down next to a couple who turned out to be a pair of 'let's share our thoughts extemporaneously for all to enjoy' pair of turds. This may be the end of my movie going for a while. Can you make it?
- If we were together, you'd have to keep me from picking up a double espresso on the way home from the cineplex, as I am wont to do. That is unless you wouldn't mind being awakened at about 3:00 AM by my boner of steel pressing into your back.
- My life outside of work for the last six months or so (my blogging life) appears to be a series of vignettes involving movie-going, vacations and shopping. My question is this-- where's all the fucking? Oh well, I did find some FABULOUS frames over the weekend. I JUST bought glasses last year, but shouldn't one have a few pairs for different occasions/looks/outfits? Even if one only wears glasses for a few hours in the evenings and on Sunday mornings?
- If I finish with a gratuitous shot of some hot Aussie in his underpants, you won't fault me, I trust.
Friday, February 17, 2006
While I'm waxing nonsensical/aimlessly, can we talk about how much we're loving Johnny Weir? I have to admit, at the risk of my club membership being downgraded, that I've had no interest in figure skating previously. Yeah, I know, the women are catty and the men are round-assed, but it was all just too predetermined for me. Til now. I know many people (and even many homos) have a problem with such a man/girl, but I think he's smashing. He wore a fucking swan outfit on the ice, people! With a red glove for the beak. When he took an interviewer shopping and the was asked for an extra half hour of his time, he replied, "I got all day, honey." Refreshing. He missed his bus and flamed out in the free skate, but he's already made his mark. Rock on, sista-man. Check out his online profile- a little redolent of X-tina for my taste, but he loves The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, too!
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Ashley Judd is in the movie, but don't hold that against it.
Oh, and that lyric in the title is from Be A Clown. Love it.
Oh, have I been there. I wasn't quite so light in my loafers and certainly didn't wear my heart on my sleeve literally or figuratively, but still, I never did fake it all that well, either. Denial! a round of denial for the house! On me!
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Ever since last summer, you've been hassled, harried and even mentally tortured, thanks to Mars's transit of your solar 12th house. The backstabbing and manipulation were enough to drive even the sanest Gemini over the edge and make you afraid to make any move at all. That's just about over now, and before long you'll come out swinging again. The situation directly ahead my call upon to to the the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but. Sounds easy, but for many Geminis that could present a major moral crisis.I share this for those who've been kind enough to listen to my intermittent whine over the last few months. It may be the end of that world as we know it! Do you really believe in such things? I don't, but in weak-minded moments I can't help but derive some measure of comfort from them. There's a path, a mysterious guiding force at work behind the scenes. It's like a little religion only without dogma, holy wars or bad hats.
Also, if Graydon mentions in his Editor's Letter that you can see Angelina Jolie's butt crack on page 303, do you leaf quickly ahead or not? The answer is telling, no matter who you are. Reflect.
Friday, February 10, 2006
UPDATE: Thanks to JEN for pointing out that this measure has been killed.
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Added: Speaking of ugly, check out what Ann Coulter has to say in her diatribe against Islam. In what world do Catholics/Christians NOT try to foist their beliefs and values on others?
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Ellen: He could pound me like a piece of veal. What?! You guys were thinkin' it.
Larry: I was.
Joe: I am now.
The gays move on though, so the meat today is Daniel Craig, presently onscreen in Munich (see it!), and more famously, the new Bond. I've said it before, but pictures don't do this man justice. He's magnetic onscreen. I was never really on board with Pierce Brosnan, but THIS is a Bond I can get behind.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
PS? My furnace is still not fixed. I have one of those indoor/outdoor thermometers. At 5:30 this a.m. it was 12F outside and 54F inside. Try stepping out of the shower into that. It's ten hours later and I still got nipple hardons.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Speaking of Jim J., in the wake of Brokeback Mountain comes a feature length version of Queer Duck.
Coretta had every right to count the cost and step back from the struggle. But she decided her children needed more than a safe home--they needed an America that upheld their equality and wrote their rights into law.Now how are those words even allowed to pass his lips? Does he even see the contradiction? Mrs. King did see it. She recognized the struggles of gay folks as being akin to anyone struggling for basic human rights for whatever reason.
There is a reason I'm glad that Bush was at the funeral. He had to sit on the dais and listen to Rev. Joseph Lowery receive a standing ovation for his lil' poem:
We know there was no weapons of mass destruction over there
But Coretta knew and we knew that there are weapons of misdirection right down here
Millions without health insurance, poverty abounds
For War, billions more, but no more for the poor.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
I'm not meaning to bogart Andrew's post, so you could head over and let him know where you're supposed to be, if you haven't already.
Does it sound strange to talk about a scary amount of stars? I've seen skies like that only a few times in my life. Once I was walking along a beach in southern Spain (Andalusia...say it out loud, it's fun) on a cool night. I was with one of my best friends. We'd been drinking a bit and ended up lying down and stargazing. I get a catch in my throat even now thinking about that time and that sky. I wasn't so young even then, but I'd never seen so many stars. The sky was thick with them. Crazy with them. It was beautiful and frightening. Intoxicating and kinda perfect.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
I'm not a fan of country music, but at TiVo's suggestion, I recorded Crossroads the other night. It's a show on CMT where they pair artists of different (though adjacent) genres. This show put John Fogerty and Keith Urban on stage together. Since I'm a big CCR fan and also a big fan of hot guys in jeans with Aussie accents, I checked it out. Great stuff, people. Fogerty seems a bit distracted (read: drug-addled) but Keith Urban is charming and funny and can wear the hell out of a t-shirt. I checked and I didn't see any repeats upcoming, but check it out if you get a chance. These two on a leather banquette doing an unplugged rendition of Rambunctious Boy...that alone is worth the price of admission.
While we're talking TV, can I say one more thing about The Book of Daniel? I know I went on about it before AND that it's already canceled, but they are broadcasting the unaired episodes online here. This week's episode is easily the best of the series. It deals with the aftermath of Peter's gay-bashing. The episode is a bit complex because scenes time jump between now and 3 weeks previous when the assault occurred and also 2 years previous when Peter's twin Jimmy died of leukemia. Wait! It's really, really good. So well done and better than 90% of the dramas on network tv. It really is reminiscent of Six Feet Under. And if crying is your thing, I sobbed guys. Tears, snot, sobbing. PS No commercials so it's only 43 minutes!
Meanwhile, who's gonna burrow under the covers with me?
Friday, February 03, 2006
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