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