Monday, October 29, 2007

It's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me

If you're a Pasdar tragic, as I am, you'll enjoy all the videos he's been uploading to YouTube over the last few months. He's profiled in this morning's USA Today. (video)

ADDED: I just ordered the Paul Lynde Halloween Special on DVD. What's that? Oh, you know why.


There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there's only one way of being comfortable, and that is to stop running round after happiness. If you make up your mind not to be happy there's no reason why you shouldn't have a fairly good time.
- Edith Wharton

Thursday, October 25, 2007

When green is all there is to be

I watched Oprah's show yesterday on what it means to be gay in different places around the world. Sobering. Here we worry about marriage equality and protection in the workplace, and rightly so, but there's lots of places where people have much more basic concerns. Is there really so much hate within us? (via)

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Heaven is a place like this

Pushing Daisies is the best new show on television. It's not even a horse race, people. Ever since the first week it aired, I've been craving a breakfast buffet, only I want it for every meal and it's not pancakes and such, it's Lee Pace.Add Kristin Chenoweth and Swoosie Motherfuckin' Kurtz and you're just trying to hurt me now. This show is part Tim Burton, part Six Feet Under, part Dr. Seuss, and 100% delightful. Then (then!) this week they throw Raul Esparza (who, you'll recall, ROCKED MY SOCKS as Bobby in the recent Broadway revival of Company) into the mix!?I could die. If you're not already, you need to start watching this show, lambs. You'll wanna come back to The Pie Hole week after week, just like me.

Climb on a back that's strong (and cushioned)

I've been eating, eating, EATING lately. It seems like ever since I was in NYC over Labor Day weekend, the appetite, he cannot be sated. Of course Bingefest '07 (as it's come to be called) also coincides with my house sale. As a consequence, I have some meat on my bones for the first time in a few years. I gotta say, I kinda like it. I mean, I think I'd do me, although I'd avert my eyes from the back fat. Honestly, I'd keep it around but for the way my pants fit. Camel nose.

(And two armadillos wrestling in a grey flannel sack around back)

Fly! Be free!

I thought it would be tougher, but I got rid of two containers like this, brimming with books, and it felt good. Instead of collecting dust on my shelves, they'll transport some other folks to interesting times and faraway places. Not that there wasn't a twinge.
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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

Believe it or not, it's just me

I finished HERO this weekend. Hmmmm. It's a clumsy Harry Potter, substituting superheroes for wizards. Then throwing in some gay. Yeah, it's Fairy Potter (with all apologies to the talented J.K. Rowling). If it counts for anything, I tried to love you HERO, but it shouldn't be this hard. When the big reveal is telegraphed (rammed down my throat?) in the first few chapters, I always suspect that it's a red herring. Only, no. I know this is aimed at young adults, but don't they deserve a coherent plot, too? Isn't puberty bad enough? Oh, and it's actually set up for a series or something, which, hey, I'm all about the pipe dreams, so who am I to judge? All my best, but when my faggoty ass can't get on board with a story about queers in tights and military garb, I don't smell a publishing juggernaut.

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

Here I am

I know it's been quiet around these parts, but MOVING, remember?

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

I'm hung up, I'm hung up on you

Oh, Edie. Sometimes I miss you so much.

Friday, October 05, 2007

Where do we go from here?

I'm so freaked out about this home sale (I closed on it today!). It's good. No, it's really good and overdue, but now it's sinking in that I'm actually doing what I've talked about for so long. I've been busy picking up keys to an apartment (a place to get me through this transition), changing utilities, depositing checks (!), and now the real work begins-- removing myself from my home for the last 8 years. When I pulled up just now, I had a sinking feeling in my gut. I know this is what I need to do, but this has been HOME for so long, and it really is a lovely house. I've spent a lot of time making it MINE and as of today, it's not anymore. I guess any big change is accompanied by a crazy mix of emotions. Bright side is I have a buttload of money in my checking account right now. Firenza anyone?

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

Love don't live here anymore

The customer is always right? Fuck that. If you have an appointment with me and you pull up outside my office window AT your appointment time and then proceed to spend ten minutes stuffing a whole bag of McDonald's into your fry-hole while I cool my heels inside, then don't expect me to be my usual glib and chipper self.

Love! Love will keep us together!

I just finished Ian McEwan's Enduring Love. ((don't gush. don't gush. don't gush)) I'm working my way back through Ian McEwan's stuff, all thanks to Max who turned me on to Atonement (which is on my all-time favorite list). Golly, this is a ripper of a tale, at times incredibly suspenseful, but told in McEwan's trademark style, spare and simple, not a word wasted. I'd recommend it to anyone.

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

Meet my new pillowcase

I kinda have to, don't you think? Oh, how you still haunt me, Big Brother Nick! More specifically, oh, how you still provide visual fodder for my afternoon jack-off, Big Brother Nick! Dreamy.

Monday, October 01, 2007

Bang! Bang!

Do you love me?

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?

Spread too thin

It's only one week, so it's too early to say that Shonda Rhimes is suffering from David E. Kelley Syndrome, but both Private Practice and Grey's Anatomy were kinda crap, right?