Hush, the neighbors hear you moanin' and groanin'

It's Fat Tuesday here, traditionally marked by wanton revelry prior to the restraint and denial of Lent. Jimjams on, I've settled in with a spinach and avocado salad paired with a clever shiraz from Southeastern Australia. I'll read the paper and then watch The Amazing Race. Maybe I'll ogle some Phil. I know what you're thinking. "Woah, slow down there, Caligula." It's true. My debauchery knows no bounds.

I'm a puzzle, I must figure out where all my pieces fit

We all love Dolly, right? Her Travelin' Thru is nominated for an Academy Award and it's a free download on iTunes today. Go! She'll be singing it live on Sunday's Oscar telecast. Think she'll go understated with her gown selection?
link via towleroad

You don't know what you got 'til it's gone

My subscription has only been expired for a few days, but already nothing seems the same without you Men At Play. Using neckties for restraints (no small feat) doesn't bring the same joy. And that pinstriped suit with the ass ripped out just seems silly now.
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If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you?

IF one were a man of a certain age who is seriously considering a move to Chicago, and
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?)

Reached up and I caught it at your chin, licked my fingertips

Friday's mostly gone and I almost forgot the meat! It's late so I won't wax rhapsodic so much as get to feasting on this week's prime cut, Food Network's Dave Lieberman. I don't cook so I never really watch Food much (til now), but holy crap guys, someone could have given me the heads up. He's sehr cute, he's lascivious with the food savoring (the noises he makes), and he looks to have ass for days. And he's a Jew? You know what that means, right? Not only can he cook, he'll also go down on you for days. Anyone who has a webshow titled Eat This is OK in my book. Here's a lil' screen cap of a recent episode showing him eating himself (his words, girls). There's just a hint of both a smile and something creamy on his lips, yo.

People are all the same, and we only get judged by what we do

Since I recently lamented the horror of the Ohio bill proposing to ban adoptions into gay households, I have to highlight this faux draft to legislate kids from the horror of being adopted into Republican households. "Sponsor" of the bill, Ohio Senator Robert Hagan, writes:

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.

link via towleroad

Basketball jonz, I got a basketball jonz

It's almost time for March Madness, but that's not what I'm talking about. Check out this story , watch the video, and prepare to have your cold heart warmed. Made me cry.

Stick with me baby, I’m the guy that you came in with

Ready or not, here comes another movie review. I saw a couple good ones last weekend, and I need to share. The first is Mrs. Henderson Presents. The movie stars Judi Dench and me loves her, so it's hard to go wrong. She's such an old terrier isn't she? Grrrr. She's Mrs. Henderson, a monied and titled widow who puts on shows to entertain the troops around the time that England is preparing for WW2. Judi does a bang-up job, per usual, and that would be enough, but hows about I add your favorite Pop Idol and mine, Mr. Will Young, to the mix?And he sings in it. He's a bit twinky and he sings falsetto, but damned if I seem to care. P.S.? Love his website. Cheeky. Bob Hoskins is good in his role as Judi's workplace/romantic foil. There is a particular scene with Bob, though, that I feel should come with some kind of warning label/disclaimer. It's not for the queasy, yo. Anyway, today I'm comparing movies to desserts, and this movie is a meringue cookie. Tasty, light, crunchy, enjoyable (no matter what Max says). Why desserts? Abs by Purim, remember? It's as close as I'm getting to them.The other movie I checked out was Woody's Match Point. Loved. This. Movie. I recommend it without reservation. So much goodness. It's been mentioned by many critics that Woody is back on form. This didn't even feel like a Woody film to me. Take that for what you will. Don't actors say something like 'it has to be on the page' when talking about making a movie? This was written and plotted so well. I thought I knew where it was going, but often didn't. There were two or three moments in the movie where I was all, "Oh, shit. Hell no!" In how many movies do you get to say that? Jonathan Rhys-Myers stars. He's had all the gays atwitter for a while now.That's a textbook gay face, no? A bit young, but he is incredible pretty, and the boy has the serious acting chops. His performance could carry this film, but the rest of the cast is equally good. Jonathan plays a former tennis pro who's been reduced to giving club lessons. Scarlett Johannsen is a struggling American actress. Both of them manage to insinuate themselves into an uber-wealthy English family and then the fun begins. It's a great movie when you are still thinking about it a week later, turning questions posed by the film over and over in your mind, right? How much of life is hard work and how much of it is luck? Do we make our own futures or are we subject to chance? Questions like that. I'm also wondering about the rooting interest I felt for some of these bad people doing wicked things. What does it say about me that I was hoping for them to get away with it? Kind of disturbing to realize. I haven't said much about the actual DOIN's in the movie for fear of spoiling things. DYING to talk to someone about this. Oh yeah, dessert rating. This is a tiramisu. Multi-layered and so gooey rich it sticks in your mouth for hours.

We're going down, down in an earlier round

I don't often post pictures. Photography is not one of my talents. I was sorting/discarding some just now and found this-- kind of a happy accident. I shot it between my legs while driving and trying to thumb my camera off. I find it interesting.There's some tension to it.

What are you looking at?

Me?

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).

Don't try to tell me what to do

They're at it again. Now it's gay adoption that they'll be using to manipulate their clueless minions. There are drives in 16 states to ban adoption into gay households. It's a big issue here in Ohio already. Yeah, that's right, Ohio which has a key governor's race going on. How stupid do they think we are? Just stupid enough. I think they have a fairly accurate finger on that pulse. Faggots are pretty much the only minority they can safely trample, so they use us as their scare tactic. So much of politics, in the Republican party especially, let's face it, has become an exercise in cultivating fear. The OTHERS are evil. It would almost be more palatable to me if I thought they were genuinely concerned about kids, but I'm not even giving them that much credit. It's a ploy to grab more power. If we are talking about protecting kids, I see Exhibit A through fucking Z every damn day of heterosexual parents who have no business raising kids. What are we gonna do about that?

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.

But sometimes don't you just crave to disappear within your mind?

Some detritus (now with MORE flotsam!) from the stagnant pool that is my mind:

• 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?
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• 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.

Time keeps on tickin', tickin', tickin' into the future

Are any of you watching 24? It's a great show, with the unusual combination of smart writing and non-stop action. It asks you to suspend disbelief a few times, but I do that on a daily basis at work, so I have no problem with it. I'm doing a lil' recap over at Too Much Free Time. If you're watching the show, why don't you drop in and get comment-y?One of the things I'm loving about this season is that much of it is being spent at President Logan's Weekend White House which is FABULOUSLY mid-century. I'm forever rewinding after being distracted by lamps and furnishing and fixtures. There's an interview with the set designer if you wanna check out more about the lighting and the doors and the fabrics and ummm why am I suddenly teapotting my hand on my hip?

You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's mama, you're camembert

The New York Times Magazine has published some KEEN photos of actors it's deemed to have delivered some of the best performances of the year. Some cool stuff. Some hawt guys (Heath, above) and girls. And behold the power of filters and photoshop as you gaze at Shirley MacLaine. Love her, don't get me wrong, but her face normally looks like your linen pants after they've been bunched around you ankles for 15 minutes in the alley behind the bar. I love the shots of Viggo Mortenson (below) and William Hurt, lauded for their performances in A History of Violence. Great movie, as I've mentioned. It's out on video next month, so by all means check it out if you haven't. It looks at what we all may be capable of given the right circumstances and whether people change or just express different aspects of themselves to different degrees at different times. Wonderful. Viggo is awesome. William Hurt is awesome. Maria Bello is hot.link via D-Listed

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Where's my mind?

• 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.

There's an, oh, such a hungry yearning burning inside of me

It's Friday mid-afternoon as I write this. Lunch was hours ago. I did an upper body routine in the gym today, so not particularly hornified, but I am a lil' peckish. Anyone care to join me for some meat? You (and I) can thank Andrew for this week's cut. Earlier in the week he listed his fantasy shags du moment and the man before you, Justin Theroux, was on that list. I thought I'd only seen him in Six Feet Under when he played Brenda's put-upon bf for part of a season, until I looked around and realized he was in Mulholland Drive and American Psycho and many tv shows, including Alias and Ally McBeal. It was when he played Brenda's bf, though, that he tingled that spot. You know the one. Base of the brainstem and whatnot. Center of our most BASE functions. Speaking of his ass (we were, right?)(you focus on it so hard it makes your neck hurt), if you do a Google image search on him, you'll find screen caps of it from that SFU season.OK. You back? Nice, wasn't it? Lately, it seems that after I've objectified a man on Friday, he's exponentially HAWWTER for me by the next week. First there was Taye, and now Daniel Craig. A special thanks to those of you who recommended him in Layer Cake. I can't decide if he's FOO-INER in a suit or out. By all indications, he's gonna ROCK the next Bond movie. In my case, I'm speaking specifically of one indication. Layer Cake is a really good flick, yo, but the DVD brings to mind one of the things I HATE about that format. Alternate endings. Is it childish of me that I wanna believe in a specific ending? THIS is how it happened. I don't want to see that the director toyed with completely different endings, possibly until weeks before the movie is released. No. And yet I always watch them and leave a bit frustrated.

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!

Smoke gets in your eyes

I'll just come right out and say it. I'd like to be George Clooney's baby mamma. Wait, wait! Let me explain. I'm not some suburban matronly type who's been swooning over him lo these many years. I've always thought he was a passable actor and a very charming guy, but after seeing his movie Good Night And Good Luck last weekend, I want to devote my life to pleasing him. It's a bit of genius in my opinion, and having no genius of my own, it's been a pipedream of mine to glom off someone else's and bask in its reflected glory. OK, it's not a MLK kinda dream, but it's mine and who are you to judge? Have y'all seen this flick? Wonderful. I love the way it was shot. The performances are great, including George's. And he co-wrote AND directed it. Plus, could it be more timely with the whole Bush administration 'surveillance' brouhaha that's brouhahaing? I still favor Brokeback Mountain for the Best Picture, but this movie definitely gets the prize for the SMOKIEST film I've seen in this or any year.

But jack you'll never lack if you can quack like a duck

I was already on a Cole Porter bender since I picked up John Barrowman's CD the other week. I've always loved those songs, but John (and his HAWTTness) rekindled my interest. Check it out. He does some nice renditions of some classic CP. Well, then loulou (she of the lusciousness...for me she's inextricably linked to cashmere...could be worse, right?) decided to fan the flames by recommending De-Lovely, the Cole Porter movie starring Kevin Kline. Really good stuff. John Barrowman is also in this movie and there's a scene where Kline/Porter is coaching him on how to sing Night And Day and their eyes lock and it's kinda electric, guys. The soundtrack is also good, if only for Robbie Williams' version of the title song. Mmmmm, to hear him linger over 'delissshous' and I swear he smacks his lips around 'wedding cake'. I know he's straight, really I do, but he's very cheeky then, isn't he?
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.

She's chic, but she's not shady

I got this Valentine today from someone and I thought it was funny (like a monkey) so I thought I'd share it with all y'all.Ladies, should a pretty young man wearing a bright pink cowboy hat ever tell you that he wants you to be his valentine, he's not only lying to you, he's also lying to himself.Ditto this guy.

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!

I've got the music in me

So how many of you have read this story that's been circulating around the gay blogs? It's nasty and trashy and involving very queer activities by hot athletes. Riveting. It can't be true though, can it? I mean, seriously, a mobile phone? Awfully rectangular. Did someone at least hang on to the antenna? Well, I suppose if it was one of those new Motorola PEBL phones, then maybe. Of course I'd have to download a Robbie Williams ringtone first.

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane

Here's my horoscope from the new Tom Ford edited issue of Vanity Fair:

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.

And if I'm ugly then so are you

Ohio sucks. If you need evidence of this, look no further than the legislation that's been introduced in the House. Where is all this hate coming from? Is it going to get worse before it gets better? This is disgusting and the harm I feel from it is nothing compared to the harm to kids who could otherwise be cared for by loving parents. Sucks.

UPDATE: Thanks to JEN for pointing out that this measure has been killed.

link via towleroad

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?

link via faggoty-ass faggot

I need a roughneck brother that can satisfy me

It's only been a few weeks, but can Taye Diggs be the meat again? Seriously guys, have you been catching him on Will and Grace? Mein Gott in Himmel that man is FINE. And when he sang some Stevie Wonder to Will? Hurt me, bitch. Damn, brotha can WEAR a suit, can't he? You can check out a video clip of Will mackin' on James here. Best exchange from last night was when the friends were discussing James (Taye):

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.

Grasp it, sense it-- tremulous and tender

My furnace is finally fixed, y'all. Funny thing, though. Last night the plumber called me. As it happens, he left his Mag-Lite in my utility room and he wants to know when I'll be around on Friday for him to come by and pick it up. Can you hear it? Yep, that's exactly the porn-y soundtrack that was playing in my head. I don't know, though. I could prolly ignore the milky eye, but there'd be no disguising that Frito smell.

Hope you got your things together

It's not a full moon until Monday. So why am I plagued by every crazy person I know TODAY? Most days I care. I really do. Today my caring is just a delicately crafted facsimile. You'd never know. I'm smiling and I'm giving you that look of empathy, but honestly, you're wearing my ass out. What? You? No, I don't mean you. But you.

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.

You can't stop my happiness cuz I like the way I am

I'm a musical theater gay so I wasn't about to miss Hairspray while it was in town. Any of y'all seen it? I went in with few expectations having heard little about it other than the Tony awards it received on Broadway a few years back. This show is FUN, kids. The songs have a 50's-60's vibe to them and the production numbers are big and boisterous, as are a few of the stars. Really funny, too. You can definitely see John Waters' fingerprints all over this thing. A few of the cast were outstanding. I especially enjoyed J.P. Dougherty as Edna Turnblad, the part Harvey Fierstein played on Broadway. Momma sang bass. He was hysterical. My only small disappointment was that Wilbur Turnblad was supposed to be played by none other than minor gay icon Jim J. Bullock (holla Monroe!) but the understudy did a nice job with it. If you're serving singing, dancing and comedy, I'll always clean my plate, ma'am. Spice it up with a take me for what I am theme? Dude, I'm unbuttoning my pants in post-prandial bliss. You know that's figurative, right?

Speaking of Jim J., in the wake of Brokeback Mountain comes a feature length version of Queer Duck.

And though the body sleeps, the heart will never rest

President Bush changed his mind and attended Coretta Scott King's funeral. I was reading some excerpts from his remarks and came across this:

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.

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Over at Andrew's he's talking about getting that itch. You should be somewhere else, but where? The first thing that came to my mind was that I wanna be lying down somewhere with my great-smelling guy. You know the one who's a gentleman on the street but a dirty whore in the bedroom? He's smart in some ways, thick in others? Yeah, that guy. Are you him? ::makes universal 'call me' gesture:: Anyway we're lying underneath a huge night sky....we might have a blanket and maybe the sound of surf. It might just be grass and crickets. But the sky is filled with a scary number of stars. We talk or don't talk. That's where I wanna be.

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.

Good men through the ages, tryin’ to find the sun

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!

I have no heat, I told you

We had about 5 inches of snow last night. It's still coming down and there is blowing and drifting. To add insult to injury, my furnace is out. I like to sleep in the cold, all snuggled up warm under a down comforter with some good sheets, but when I woke at 4A, it was because my nose was freezing. It's about 55F in here right now. Isn't that something like 14 for you metric bitches? So do you think I can find a plumber/heating guy to come out of Super Bowl Sunday? Not yet. I called the hot one first, or course, but I'm so fucking cold now that I'll settle for the chunky geriatric dude who smells like corn chips and feet. Or I'd even temporarily lift my No Thongs On Men embargo, if this guy would just get my pilot lit:
Meanwhile, who's gonna burrow under the covers with me?

Left to my own devices, I probably would

Speaking of working out, when I was at the gym, which was very quiet on a Friday afternoon, I met this dude. Nice guy. One-armed. We exchanged pleasantries. Seemed straight. A big disappointment for me. You know how I kinda get off on missing parts, right? Is that offensive or insensitive or bigoted or something? Anyway, we ended up walking out together and he jumps into a Hummer. KILLS me that my phone camera didn't capture his vanity plate: ONE LEFT. Carry on, bro. 

Someone to watch over me

It's getting late in the day. I worked out hard today. Legs. You know what that means. Sehr hornig. After a tough one like that, a man needs protein. Meat. If you're a man like me, you also wouldn't mind having someone to watch over you. A guardian, if you will. Maybe THE Guardian.That's right. He's Simon Baker and he's the MEAT. Looking back over my selections, I'm discovering an Aussie predilection that I wasn't full cognizant of. That accent does make one feel funny in the tummy, don't it? It seems like every movie I go to has a trailer for Something New (out today) and Simon is simply HAWTTT (holla, freakgirl) in it. Every time I see it, I love when the friend says: Girl, either you gettin' your swirl on or you got your probation officer with you.

Finally it has happened to me right in front of my face

OK, this being the last season, I was hoping that Will would get back together with Vince. I adore Vince. J'adore Vince. However, if Will gets to spend sitcom eternity with a gay version of Taye Diggs? Tell me people, is it right that a man can be that fucking hot? Look at him. And he can sing? And dance? Shut the fuck up. He's the hottest thing going on 2 wheels/3 legs (cuz you know he's packin'). Finally, just take a moment and imagine how he must smell. Fuck. I'm gushing, I know, but right? I know many of you are completely over this show, but I laughed out loud at least twice last night and that is well above my minimum quotient for sitcom enjoyment. There's only a few months left. Will should get LOVE, shouldn't he? Before you answer that you should realize that I'm basically asking if I should get LOVE, seeing as how I've gotten about as much as he has in the last ten years.
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