Yeah, it's been a while. Since I've blogged, sure, but also since I, well, pulled the lever for democracy. Both of these absences have been due to a bit of a blue period I've been going through. Within an hour, that's all changed. As for the blogging, I'm not sure how that's gonna come out. And the other thing? I'm sure that's gonna come out of my t-shirt just fine with a little Shout. I should know better than to leave my top on. I swear it's like there's a target on my right shoulder.I'm not even gonna tell you how many times I've watched Breakfast at Tiffany's during this lil' lull. I won't even tell myself. You've seen it, right? They took a singular book and made it into kind of a generic crap movie. Only they cast Audrey Hepburn in it, and it ended up something magical. When she's onscreen, you just can't tear your eyes off her. OK, you can, but only for a few seconds to check out how impossibly handsome George Peppard was back then. Who knew? And apparently in the early 60's, it was totally OK to portray Asians in a wildly offensive and over-the-top stereotypical fashion. Holla, Mickey Rooney! Audrey, gone lo these many years, is still my big gay crush, thanks in large part to TiVo's "Save Until I Delete" setting, and more recently thanks to her star turn in the new Gap commercial. ::slides into skinny black pants:: Do these make my ass look big?"And I could certainly use a release" is my new catchphrase. Or mantra. Note to self: pick up more Shout.
--thoughts, images and emissions in this post were inspired in part or whole by wingedman will
9 comments:
It's good to see you posting, and I'm sorry to hear that you've got the blues. I've been worried about you, but things have been so crazy around here that I haven't had the chance to do any non-death-related email. I will as soon as I can, though -- I still very much want to take you out for lunch/drinks, etc., as soon as practicable for both of us.
Those pesky funerals! Always seeming to get in the way of my fun.
You have all my love, Jen, and I'll be here whenever you're up for it. Take care of yourself, darling.
You KNOW I love Audrey, but that commercial makes me want to hurt myself.
Megan, too:
http://writeonmegs.blogspot.com
Well, at least you qualified it by professing your Audrey love. Otherwise, tear my heart out, bitch.
Something about her 60's BEAT cool set against AC/DC just turns my crank, baby.
I think it's the repurposing of dead icons to sell things that sort of hurts my heart a bit.
I've just done the "Mag Wildwood" drop to the floor discovering your post here. She of Holly's out-of-bounds apartment party. "Timmmmmm-ber"
You know, "Rusty Trawler" is sorta cute in that pink-face way. Small penis though.
When are you coming out here so I can take you to Tiffany's? Later we can shoplift the new MACY'S. Later, much--I'll show you my special place. Bring the SHOUT. Now be a dear, darling: How do I look?
You know I have the cure-all for the 'mean reds' don't you? It's simple..a generous dose of Charlie taken twice daily. ;)
I hear you re: the George Peppard impossible handsomeness. I like some vintage Peppard. He makes me tingly in my tummy. Oh wait, that's not my tummy...
I'm so touched honey!! But you know I can't take any credit for your writing OR your inspiration. You KNOW you're as entertaining as a box of firecrackers, honey.
And as for inspiration, Audrey, Patron Saint of Fabulous Gay Men is whom we should all be thanking.
And worship her by putting up her Ikea pic on your wall too!
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