Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Did you know they made a sparkling shiraz? Why didn't you tell me!?! I was making num-num sounds all afternoon and Eve.
I have to dash right now, but remind me to tell you about my soulful rendition of "Breaking Free" from our Wii High School Musical Karaoke tourney last night. Not a dry eye in the house, people. Boy, who knew pre-schoolers would be such crybabies when you kick their asses all over the place in a singing competition?
Merry, merry, y'all!
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Or maybe it was just instant karma for tainting that last sweet post with talk of getting my cigar smoked by some randomness? Blowjob, blown into a ditch, nice twist there, Universe. Anyway, speaking of my taint.....
ADDED: Here's a little visual proof of my ditchity pursuits.I know, it doesn't look like much, but that's like the only few inches of my skin that was exposed. Freezing cold here, remember?
Saturday, December 22, 2007
ADDED: OK, actually I'd also like a toothy blowjob from some hirsute daddy I haven't met yet.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Count your blessings, my lambs, and hug someone you love today.
Fuck me if these goddamned holidays don't make me maudlin every year!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
I'm worth it, right? IT'S worth it. Right? Oh dear. I'm ridiculous.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
When you can't run anymore, you crawl. And when you can't do that, you find someone to carry you.
I cried. AND we're back at my mood again.
Today, I am a grumpy bear.
Friday, December 14, 2007
And I was going to see the touring production of Sweeney Todd in Columbus this weekend. It's Sondheim people! There is no justice in the universe.
Being close and being clever
Ain't like being true
I don't need to,
I would never hide a thing from you,
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
- HL Mencken
The conventional view serves to protect us from the painful job of thinking.
- John Kenneth Galbraith
There is no nonsense so gross that society will not, at some time, make a doctrine of it and defend it with every weapon of communal stupidity.
- Robertson Davies
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
The holidays getting you down? Here's your antidote. What can a video do? Oh, darling, your ennui doesn't have a prayer against these mostly blonde folks, some with sunglasses jauntily perched atop their heads. Or their ginormous leering snowman.
Friday, December 07, 2007
1. Watching this movie is as close as you'll get to reading a Cormac McCarthy novel without actually reading one. The language is precise and gorgeous, but if you're looking for tidy, this isn't your country, old man.
2. Even though it's McCarthy's voice, the Coen brothers' stamp is unmistakable.
3. Javier Bardem or Tommy Lee Jones, or possibly both, will be nominated for an Oscar, and deservedly so.
4. This movie contains some of the most suspenseful scenes I've experienced in a theater. Part of it is you learn early on that graphic violence will occur with no notice.
5. The other part is that Javier Bardem creates a screen villain for the ages in Anton Chigurh.
6. It's easily one of the best films I've seen this year, friend-o.
ADDED: David Mixner just released a list of his People of the Year. Yo, check DK out.
John Edwards? Brangelina? Nancy Pelosi? The Burmese monks? Not bad company, Brotha Dave.
ADDED: Ummm, can you say MULTIPLE GRAMMY NOMINEE? I thought that you could. Dave's "At the Movies" CD and his stirring take on "Over the Rainbow" were both nominated in the Pop Instrumental category. Huzzah!
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Just two more days until the Koz Christmas Express blows into Ohio to bring some cheer to Cowlumbus and parts near. They are going to be at the gorgeous Palace Theater. You should come! We'll have some warm alcoholic beverage together at intermission if you do. Verily I say unto you, "There might be cinammon sticks!" And peace and joy and whatnot.
PS I just noticed that I'm the #2 hit when you search blogs for Dave Koz. Oh, it's ON!
The way my pants are fitting lately, I would have chosen famine over pestilence, but nobody asked.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
So what do you think? About Kimberley and about my outfit, I mean.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Where was I? Oh, yeah, KOZ! If you've been around here much, you know I raved about the Dave Koz concert I enjoyed this summer at the Fraze Pavilion. OK, yes, I did gush a bit, but DK has so much energy on stage (see: frisky kick), and it might sound strange, but I swear it's like he's singing through the saxophone. If I may borrow a phrase from Tiffany "New York" Patterson, I was totally feelin' him. Plus, adorable!Right? He's making some bold choices with that suit which speaks to his temperament, I think. It also speaks to my pants. Fact! So, I'm seeing him again this weekend at his holiday concert tour stop in Columbus. Anyone up for stagedoor johnny-ing him with me? Sounds dirtier than it is, yo.So that means ALL WEEK I'll be plugging his tour, his CD, his radio show, and possibly even his website, all the while keeping a respectable distance, naturally.
Do you think this might score me a backstage pass or something?
I know he has fan clubs, but I wonder if there's one specifically targeting our tribe. Cuz I've totally got the perfect name: The Koz-mos. See what I did?
Dave Koz, y'all!
Friday, November 30, 2007
It's December this weekend, y'all! Time to cue up the Christmas tunes. I'm dying to know your favorites. Mine? So so many, but I think my most cherished holiday song is "We Need A Little Christmas" from Mame. Imagine that-- a showtune. Yeah, I know. You're plotzing.
If you're looking for something more contemporary, you really can't go wrong with the Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS Holiday CD. All the Broadway companies record songs every year for this compilation. I've been buying it for the last few years and it's always a fun mix of traditional and decidedly non-traditional fare. And your twenty bucks goes to a good cause. You can buy it here.
We respectfully urge Congress to repeal the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy. Those of us signing this letter have dedicated our lives to defending the rights of our citizens to believe whatever they wish. As General Colin Powell, former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs said when the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy was enacted, it is not the place of the military or those in senior leadership to make moral judgments.
Scholarly data show that there are approximately one million gay and lesbian veterans in the United States today, as well as 65,000 gays and lesbians currently serving in our armed forces. They have served our nation honorably.
We support the recent comments of another former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, General John Shalikashvili, who has concluded that repealing the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy would not harm, and would indeed help, our armed forces. As is the case in Britain, Israel, and other nations which allow gays and lesbians to serve openly, our service members are professionals who are able to work together effectively despite differences in race, gender, religion, and sexuality. Such collaboration reflects the strength and the best traditions of our democracy.
Lieutenant General Jerry Hilmes; Branch: Army
Vice Admiral Harold Koenig; Branch: Navy; Field: Medical
Vice Admiral James Zimble, Midlothian, VA; Branch: Navy; Field: Medical
Major General Leslie Burger, Vancouver, WA; Branch: Army; Field: Medical
Major General Alexander Burgin, Salem, OR; Branch: Army NG; Field: Artillery
Major General Michael Conrad, McLean, VA; Field: Infantry
Major General James Delk, Fair Oaks, CA; Branch: Army; Field: Medical
Major General Jack Farris, New Jersey; Branch: Air Force; Field: Aviation (pilot)
Major General Fred Forster, Tennessee; Field: Aviation
Major General David Hale, Hampton Bays, NY; Field: Combat
Major General Randy Jayne, McClean, VA; Branch: Air NG; Field: Aviation (pilot)
Major General Dennis Laich, Dublin, OH; Branch: Army; Field: Military Police
Major General Dennis Malcor, Vine Grove, KY; Branch: Army; Field: Combat
Major General Michael Scotti*, Arlington, VA; Branch: Army; Field: Medical
Major General Harry Sieben, Minnesota; Branch: Army and Air NG
Rear Admiral William Retz; Branch: Navy
Brigadier General Clara Adams-Ender, Woodbridge, VA; Branch: Army; Field: Medical
Brigadier General Dale Barber, Waverly, NY; Branch: Army; Field: Infantry Engineer
Brigadier General Harold Bowman, Pleasant Hill, IA; Branch: Army NG; Field; Medical
Brigadier General Douglas Bradley, Diablo, CA; Branch: Army; Field: Medical
Brigadier General William Colvin; Branch: Army NG
Brigadier General Bob Hardy; Branch: Army
Brigadier General JD Johnson, Salt Lake City, UT; Branch: Army
What say you now, gentlemen?
Thursday, November 29, 2007
I wonder how much differently (if at all) men and women smell things, and what smells appeal to the sexes differently. Would that scent have been as good to me on a woman? Are the scents they engineer for women designed to appeal to men or to the woman who buys it? Some scents just ooze sex, and that can be independent of the wearer. I've had a female friend who preferred to wear scents marketed to men. They still smelled great to me, but I never did have the urge to bury my face in her neck like I did with this guy today. I could have suffocated on this guy's neck (or in his armpit) and died a happy man.
That is all.
I've often wondered why it's THAT day or THAT time I remember. Was that such a special moment because it rarely happened or just because I've thought about it over and over all these years? Over thirty years later and it can still make me feel warm and comforted. I just realized that she was years younger than I am now.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
1. If you've been around here, you know I recently sold my house. I've moved to an apartment while I decide where I'm going. It's a semi-attached duplex. New neighbors moved into the other half last week. I met the dude for the first time this afternoon when he knocked on the door, introduced himself, and promptly asked if he could hang icicle lights across the front of my house, as he was doing his side. What the? Yes, of course, because fucking BLUE icicle lights require continuity. For what? TASTE'S sake? We'd just met and I didn't want to seem difficult and so I said it would be fine. Oh, shutup. Yeah, I know, I'm a pushover. Now, for the next month, I get to be haunted by the sight of that dangling blue mess every time I drive in from work. Ugh! I know I made my icicle-y bed and now I have to lie in it, but if he trots out a verchacte inflatable Santa or Frosty, all bets are off. PS Why are those things deflated half the time? Who wants a puddle of Christmas in their front yard anyway?
2. When I moved here I decided to have one of my sofa's re-upholstered. It was of good quality, and I liked the shape of it, but the upholstery had seen better days. I figured it was wiser to spend $600 or so to rehab it, rather than the expense of replacing it. Well, last night they delivered it, and the upholsterer took it upon herself to round the goddamned corners on the back cushions. Did she call and ask if that's what I wanted? No, she did not. The fuck? She's a client of mine, so again, I didn't want to make a fuss or seem difficult, so I didn't say anything. I didn't complain that she'd ruined the clean, squared-off lines of my sofa. Argh!
I know what you're thinking. If I'm gonna complain about this, I should have said something to the people involved. What I'm trying to say is why would these people presume to think I'd share their taste? Or that they have any level of taste at all? Because no.
UPDATE: She's fresh from a year-long stint abroad studying native art on a Fulbright scholarship. Amazing kid.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
What a cool guy. "I've had more fun than anyone has a right to." I want to be able to say that if I get to 80. So I'll continue to dispense with the fear and move forward. I'll continue to distill my life down to what is important to me. And when I come up with a third "d" verb, I'll let you know, because DISPENSE and DISTILL are just screaming for a third musketeer. It takes THREE verbs to make a kick-ass life mantra. Fact! If you have a suggestion, hit me up in the comments. DISPENSE, DISTILL, DISCUSS is what I'm saying, I guess. ::wink:: Or whatever.
It brings to mind the moment when I realized that baby carrots are not actually baby carrots. I'm fairly bright, I swear.
Monday, November 26, 2007
- You can call it tourist trap theater, jukebox theater, or even the downfall of American theater, but why does one experience necessarily detract from another? What's that? You mean some people just pick one show and the other's suffer? I hadn't thought of only seeing one thing. Anyway, when you start with ABBA songs, then add gaudy costumes and ebullient choreography, well, then I'm on board, tenuous plotline be damned.Yep, Mamma Mia swung through town and if it's nutritionally barren fast food theater for the masses, consider me sidled up to the trough, y'all, because I loved it. This guy playing Sam Carmichael certainly didn't hurt. When I'm all with the swooning over some dude, and then I go home and find from his website that he's partnered with another theater guy and they have two dogs...it doesn't get any better. Unless he was mine, mine, mine, mine.
- Beowulf in digital 3D rocked my socks! Visually stunning. It's an entertaining ride, too, but it's worth the price of admission for the 3D effect alone. ((The new 3D glasses were kind of Wayfarer-esque, only more Poindexter. Awesome. Will you fault me for keeping them on as I shopped apres-theater?)) This movie wasn't just "spears and arrows" flying out at you 3D, although there is some of that to be sure, it was an entire eye-popping three-dimensional feast of an experience you won't regret. Perfect for a rainy Sunday afternoon. Oh, and our man B, all buff and tumble, likes to battle balls out. Literally. His virtual furry chest gives me actual randy pants.Top that with a sweater sale at Banana Republic and I had a spring in my step the rest of the day.
- Have I ever told you that I'm intimidated by the A-List gays? I saw a couple of them in the theater lobby before Beowulf and even though they couldn't have been more friendly (well, at least one of them...the other guy always has a smirky look), I was all tongue-tied and awkward. I'm not so very sensitive to criticism generally, so I wonder why I'm so worried about making a good impression, that I make a horrible one with the queer elite. Huh.
- This is what I bought at the Banana. You like? It really does play right into my default mildly preppy aesthetic. Should I work on that?
- My love for Christmas music is a bit of an anachronism (see: don't love Christmas, no longer a Christian), but love it I do. I'm a dirty whore for a carol. I cued up the holiday music on my iPod this weekend. Over 350 Christmas songs? Really?
- Speaking of music, I'm still loving all over Billy Bragg, but I'm also falling hard for The Weepies. Their 2005 release, Say I Am You, is just about perfect. Thanks to Landis over at the Two Dog Blog for that recommendation. Deb Talan's voice recalls Natalie Merchant or Harriet Wheeler, or maybe a young Joni Mitchell. Paired up with Steve Tannen, The Weepies are an intoxicating folk-rock quaff. The songs are just gorgeous.
- Like Andrew, I cheated on my hair dude last week, and guys, I'm a little in love with Leticia (LaTisha?). I love my hair and she's so sassy! Unlike Andrew, I haven't full-on made the switch, though. Torn!
- More later!
Friday, November 23, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
One more thing. Please don't bring your Blair Witch-lookin' holiday craft project into my office and expect me to feel compelled to buy it. I don't, and I won't.
Happy holidays, y'all!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
When I'm getting ready for work in the morning, for the first time in sixteen years, I won't have a favorite music mix shivering my timbers to get me ready for my day. Le sigh.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I started to apologize for posting another video, but I'm not sorry. This is one of my favorite songs in the world, performed by some of my favorite artists. For a long time I've had a scratchy MP3 of Natalie Merchant and Michael Stipe singing this lovely John Prine song, but I've never seen this video before. It's such a beautiful and simple tune sung by two gorgeous haunting voices. And to find that Billy Bragg is playing that guitar? I know I tend to gush, but I don't think I can describe how happy this makes me. I cried through the whole thing.
One of my favoritest people has recently turned me on to Billy Bragg. I'd been aware of him, if only peripherally, through duets he's done with Michael Stipe and Natalie Merchant. Now...now he's my Boo. I've been crushing on him for the last few weeks. Over lunch I burned a new CD chock full of even mo' Bragg, cued it up in the car, and I wasn't even out of the driveway when I had the biggest smile on my face. No really, it was a smile that stretched the corners of my mouth and I think it may have even briefly leapt off my face. And it lasted all the way back to work. So so fun. You know it's a good song when you're singing along the very first time you hear it, and tell me if these aren't some of the best opening lines evah:
I've had relations with girls from many nations
I've made passes at women of all classes
And just because you're gay
I won't turn you away
If you stick around I'm sure that we can find some common ground
Sexuality - Strong and warm and wild and free
Sexuality - Your laws do not apply to me
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
OK, here's the skinny. The show stars Paul Lynde as the character Paul Lynde and his housekeeper, Margaret, is played by Margaret Hamilton. Paul is having all kinds of troubles with the Trick Or Treat crowd, as we see straightaway in a song and dance number where Paul is menaced by a gang of nubile young dancers dressed in devilishly sexy costumes, ending with Paul being sealed off in a trash can by Donny and Marie. The trashcan subsequently explodes, revealing a smoking and disheveled Paul in his frayed and burned up outfit. I figured the show had blown its comedy wad early at this point, but we were just getting fluffed up.
This musical comedy turn of events sets our protagonists off on a trip into the country, away from the maddening crowds of Halloweeners, to visit Margaret's sister. Who is Witchiepoo. Oh, and Margaret is now a witch, too. THE Witch. And their wisecracking houseboy is Billy Barty, who is the brunt of a barrage of short jokes and gags. Genius! Still with me? It gets a little foggy at this point, but for some reason, the witches grant Paul three wishes (are they also genies?). Breaker Breaker 1-9, the first of these wishes has Paul on a circa 1975 trucking escapade complete with CB radios, sequined jumpsuits and silver platform boots, and a competition with Tim Conway for truckstop waitress Pinkie Tuscadero's hand in marriage. Before seeing this, I can't honestly say that's the first thing I would have wished for, but it is now. That Pinkie is leggy. And sassy. I won't apologize.
I could go on and on. How about Paul as a sexy sheik who pursues a proper and British Florence Henderson? I'll venture that theirs is the MOST awkward kissing I've ever seen in a pop culture medium. That's not to include some of the awkward kissing from my own life, natch. Much worse. Boy, when it's your own lips and hands and eyes and tongue that don't know where to land, it really ramps up the cringing. So many Saturday nights. Oh well. Anyway, we're also treated to three numbers by KISS. Weren't they at the height of their popularity in the 70s? The Paul Lynde Halloween Special? Really? Hmmmm, what else? Oh yeah! Florence Henderson croons That Ol' Black Magic!
Needless to say, a new holiday tradition is born at Casa M.E. That's not to say I won't watch it again tonight, and all this week.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
ADDED: I'm sure Amazon recommended The Wizard of Oz because I recently ordered The Paul Lynde Halloween Special. And he came today! I'll fill you in on the fabulousness later, but to whet your appetite, I'll offer a list of guest stars. Besides the titular host (and honestly, for me, PL is more than enough), we have Billy Barty, Margaret Hamilton (the Wicked Witch of the West), KISS (!), Billie Hayes (aka Witchiepoo), Florence Henderson (Alpha Hag), Roz (Pinkie Tuscadero) Kelly, Donnie and Marie, and Betty frickin' White. I know.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
EDITED: I replaced the small pic with a scan of the cover. You can now click to enlarge for full hotness (pornstache and all, FG). Please to enjoy.
Here he comes, blood drained from his dark cheeks, lips purple and open to reveal wet, white teeth, legs lean and slightly bowed, the calves compact, not bulging, his whole body so intelligent that despite its hairiness nothing about it suggests an animal. He's the cautious, isolated man who sleeps alone, rises before dawn, runs, irons his chinos, pares his beautiful nails that haven't a single ridge or moon in them but that seem built up out of layer after layer of clear lacquer, who never seems to have a headache or hangover, who's a well-maintained machine but idling, idling, who approaches each new experience (the iconostasis doors break open and the black nave floods over with candlelight: Christ is risen) in a spirit of mildly detached curiousity, and yet nothing has touched him. He is vulnerable and he's untouched. He is a man to whom something is about to happen.
Isn't that gorgeous?
Monday, October 29, 2007
ADDED: I just ordered the Paul Lynde Halloween Special on DVD. What's that? Oh, you know why.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
(And two armadillos wrestling in a grey flannel sack around back)
ADDED: I just finished mowing my lawn for the LAST TIME. How do I know it's the last time? Well, I move in nine days, but mostly because I sold my lawn mower and they are picking it up tomorrow. I thought I might be a little sad, but I smiled the whole time while thinking, "Good riddance!" I know there are those who dream of a plot of land, but I dream of a doorman and urban fun right outside my door.
Monday, October 15, 2007
I feel bad now.
ADDED: OK, maybe it's camp? I don't always catch that. I'm grasping. Check out the twitter to your right. That line is from HERO.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Two bedrooms and two bathrooms are COMPLETELY empty. The dining room? Empty. Every closet except for the two in my bedroom? Empty. Patio? Cleared. I have two weeks from today to finish this move. I'm doing pretty good, right?
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Friday, October 05, 2007
That's all. Oh, I'll throw this bitch in because he's incredibly pretty and I haven't done a MEAT FRIDAY in ages.He's probably really dumb and not funny and kinda crabby and doesn't smell awesome....right?
Thursday, October 04, 2007
I just noticed that a movie was made and it's out on DVD. I'm guessing there was no US release, or I surely would have heard of it, if only because Daniel Craig is cast in the lead.He's a major dangling carrot for me, but the reviews are mixed and I'm mostly loathe to sully a great book experience. For every LOTR, there are a dozen Stardusts. Hmmmm.....
Now it's on to Hero by Perry Moore. Freakgirl pointed me to a review of it. Hero is categorized as Young Adult Fiction, and I'm not usually so keen on that, but I'm giving it a shot. I mean, a gay superhero coming of age story? How bad can it be? I'll let you know.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Monday, October 01, 2007
This is the opening scene from "A Summer Dress", one of the short films I saw at the LGBT Film Festival over the weekend. Tres fabu, non? This film made you FEEL summer, all full of innocence and discovery and humor and a little tightbacked frantic ass pounding near the end (but not in this clip).
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
ADDED: OK, one more and then I'll stop. Here's Wet Shave (Die Rasur), and I'm curious if its as compelling for you as it was in my pants. Ah mi dios. Can you still get one of those?
Friday, September 28, 2007
TONIGHT: The Downtown Dayton LGBT Film Festival commences. I don't know if I'll be there all weekend, but I'm gonna catch the first feature. I hope I get in. With Jesse Archer in attendance, 'mOhio is sure to come out in full force.
TOMORROW: Local (and renowned) drag troupe, The Rubi Girls, are putting on a show on the roof of the Firefly building. Sounds like a winner. I'm more comfortable with drag in an outdoor venue. "Well-ventilated" just seems prudent.
I know. This is a lot more gay than I usually pack into my weekend (ahem), but I have a lot of catching up to do.
What good is sitting alone in your room?Oh, my house! I made my TAKE IT OR SUCK IT offer, and now I wait. Send me good vibes/fabulous parting gifts.
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
That was yesterday. NOW, my house deal may be all but broken. It's not, but I'll have to decide quickly and it's gonna cost me some money. Money that means something to me, and nothing to this bitch who's buying my house as a part-time place. It's a tough decision and not one I want to make in this state of mind because last night Mom called to tell me that my dad was feeling "dizzy and funny in his chest." It took a lot of convincing, but finally they went to the ER. We'll look into things further today, but everything checked out fine last night and he's OK.
I'm not writing this to ask for sympathy. There's LOTS worse things. My dad is fine. And even with this significant added expense, I'll still be doing OK with my house sale. I'm just really tired and not in the state of mind to decide. I don't care now, but I have to decide today anyway. I figured writing it down might help me examine things.
You know, most times I'm not the guy who feels he needs someone around all the time. I don't NEED you to complete me. Most times I want you around to share stuff. Like life and whatnot. This morning is one of those times you'd have to be there for me, though.
Huh. Is this my first post without some corny double entendre?
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
PS Download the program for installing Amazon tunes and you get a free song from The Apples In Stereo.