Thursday, February 28, 2008

Forget your troubles, c'mon get happy!

In three weeks, that will be me. Boards strapped to my feet, buds in my ears, the sun on my face, and all my cares left behind. Not a moment too soon.

Although, if I'm being honest, it's probably gonna be a lot more foggy and rainy than that picture suggests. That's Whistler, and I'll take it anyway.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Friday Random Ten (on Wednesday)

I'm off this afternoon and Roger is set to shuffle, so I thought I'd share the start of his sly mix. What does he have in store for me today?

Lonely Day - Phantom Planet
Steppin' to the Bad Side - Dreamgirls Motion Picture Soundtrack
Gutters Full of Rain - David Gray
I Got Rhythm - Bobby Darin
Close (Kc Two) - Matt Pond PA
Two - Ryan Adams
Cold Day In July - Dixie Chicks
Where Have All The Flowers Gone - Dolly Parton
The Winner Takes It All - ABBA
Hello In There - Michael Stipe and Billy Bragg

That last is one of my all-time favorite songs.

Is it God or the Devil in there?

Put his leaden acting and utter lack of screen charisma aside for a moment. You can't argue that Hayden Christensen can take a mean still photo. From his Heat Miser hair to his to-die-for-Prada shirt, I love how he's styled for this cover. Sure, his mien teeters on the precipice of "I knew James Dean...I worked with James Dean....You are no James Dean", but it manages to keep from falling off. For me anyway.

Speaking of Details, I know it's like the spring fashion issue or something, but are there WAY MORE ad pages in this thing now? I pooped three times before I ever made it to the Table of Contents.

Monday, February 25, 2008

I'm only alive when you're inside me

I know I'm like a broken record with this guy, but are you fucking kidding me with those arms AND the Wolverine hair?

Never a bother, seven times a godfather

I know I've gone ON and ON and ON about Company, first after seeing it last year, and now again when PBS featured it on Great Performances last week. I have to post a clip and then I'll stop. This is Side By Side By Side/What Would We Do Without You from the PBS broadcast. Raul Esparza needs to be my man.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Ever since I was a little kid, like eight or nine, I could sort of control things with my mind


I just took this quiz and then I rushed over here to post it. OK, actually I passed out for a few minutes, but now here it is.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Everyone adores you! What an awful thing.

Remember when I raved about the Broadway revival of Company last year? PBS is airing a recording of it tonight. The production was directed by John Doyle, and he used the same conceit of actors doubling as orchestra that he employed with the Sweeney Todd revival a few years ago. Reviews were mixed, but I was enthralled. You'll never please everyone, so why even try? For me, this one is ALL ABOUT the songs anyway, so go ahead and dispense with the sets. Of course it may all fall apart on a small screen without the THEATER atmosphere. I'll be tuned in to see. Or my TiVo will, anyway.

ADDED: Speaking of Sondheim, I'd love to see the London revival of Sunday in the Park with George, now transplanted to Broadway for a limited run. I think it ends in May, which doesn't leave much time. Rats!

Friday, February 15, 2008

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

This is Jai Rodriguez, from Queer Eye For The Straight Guy, and Cheyenne Jackson, the physical embodiment of all that is good and right and true in the world, duetting on Elephant Love Medley from Moulin Rouge. Watch it and you'll get all humid in your private places. That is my oath to you.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Giddyup!

Crucial, I think I wantcha

Gosh, I've seen no fewer than three married closet cases at work today. Granted, it's been busy here, but still. How can I be so certain, you ask? I can't, of course, but do you really doubt me? You know the look. You've seen it. As have so many Republican Congressional pages. It's making me sad. And not just because I wish I was fucking any one or all of them myself.

Monday, February 11, 2008

You'd be so nice to come home to

My boyfriend, John Barrowman, has lent his comely visage to an ad campaign, which will see hundreds of billboards across the UK plastered with messages against homophobia. With this series, Stonewall UK is specifically targeting the bullying and violence against gay teens. (via)

Friday, February 08, 2008

Oh, shut it

"Madonna brings me out. She has been a very close friend of mine for a very long time, and she asked me to attend," said Gwyneth Paltrow, in pink Gucci. "I think she asked me over dinner one night. She has done so much good."

Ugh.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Facts!

1. Matthew McConaughey is WAY less interesting now that he's clean-cut and impregnating people. Fact.

2. His new movie "Fool's Gold" will suck, as all movies do that have trailers you can't sit through without thinking, "Bored now." Fact.

3. Chris on Project Runway is Dr. Bombay with a sketch pad. Fact.

4. Rami on Project Runway wears the fuck out of a polo and he gives me randy pants. Also, I want his nose in my mouth. Fact.

5. Shart once, and you're gun-shy for months. Fact.

Oh yeah, I can almost see it in a dream in blue

Jason over at night is half gone highlights the remarkable and somewhat strange transformation of Marc Jacobs. I'm all for doing whatever you need to when seeking contentment or happiness or whatever it is we're seeking, but his seemingly insatiable appetite to splash his new body all over the media is kind of sad. What do you think? Anyway, Jason's post prompted me to check out what Marc sent down the runway in NYC. Just when I was hating the short, short suit pants and the skirt-y sweaters (seriously, we'll be seeing man-culottes for spring), there came this:Love. And this:Gawd, I'm damp for that plaid. Not that I'll be hauling my ass around in pants like that this fall, but so pretty!

If I were a twee, what kind of twee would I be?

Or a book. I don't know what to think about this, mostly because I don't know anything about this book. But who am I to argue with the veracity of a six question internet quiz? Thanks to the lovely Jen for pointing this out, and to anyone who can enlighten me re: Prufrock.




You're Prufrock and Other Observations!

by T.S. Eliot

Though you are very short and often overshadowed, your voice is poetic
and lyrical. Dark and brooding, you see the world as a hopeless effort of people trying
to impress other people. Though you make reference to almost everything, you've really
heard enough about Michelangelo. You measure out your life with coffee spoons.



Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Charlie bit my finger

This makes my uterus itchy. Of course my kids will need to be that cute and have British accents.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

I won't apologize


I love him. I do. His soulful eyes, his pillowy lips, his horrendous tattoos, his douchey interviews.....I know you hate him, but I can't help myself. And I'll go to my grave declaring his playing on "Continuum" is Clapton-esque.

ADDED: Keith mentioned the Mayercraft Carrier Cruise in the comments, which compels me to add this picture, which I saw over at Towleroad. It speaks (volumes) for itself.It does bear noting that some of the lovely commenters at Towleroad deemed Mayer "fat" with "miniature nipples." Oh, you queers.

ADDED: OK, when I started this post I had no idea it would come to this, but apparently Mayer did not content himself with just going shirtless on the cruise. Please to enjoy:Things just get curiouser and curiouser.

Hey, smell this!


I've taken to anointing myself with the Blue Oil. Just a lil' daub on thenar and suboccipital acupressure points. It's very calming! I think. Or have I finally completely lost it?

Yoga tonight. I swear.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Bend me, break me, never let me go


I'm giving you a little BLUE STEEL action in my yoga pants as a reminder that I'm gonna start doing yoga a few times a week and I want you to call me out on my shit if I don't. I need to de-stress and I know it will be good for me. Plus, with my predilections, one needs to stay bendy.

Drink to sister Michael, sister Michael, sister Michael!



I bought this Sigg bottle over the weekend. I drink lots of water through the day, and I want to drink filtered, so I bring it from home. Do y'all know anything about the healthiest vessel for carrying water? I'm a little paranoid about plastics leeching into the water, so I bought this thinking it would be better. Then I noticed it does have some kind of polymer lining. Ugh. I should just drink out of the muddy ditch out back.

The earth stopped cold at dawn....for a moment, then moved on


I just saw this video over at Towleroad and I LOVE it. It's Grand Central Station and these folks stopped what they were doing en masse, and remained frozen for five minutes, to the delight and confusion of onlookers.

How long must we sing this song?

1. I slept in. Can 6:30A be deemed "sleeping in?" I watched a few episodes of Angel off the TiVo (I'm watching the entire series run again on TNT....right now Cordelia is the Princess of Pylea......oh, and break me off a piece of Groosalugg, will ya?), then picked up the Sunday paper and read it while sipping this fab spiced coffee from Trader Joe's. No, it's not FLAVORED coffee, they just throw the spices in. There's cinnamon and cloves and peppercorns and I'm not sure what else. It's del.

2. I decided my bedding needs something. I wasn't sure what, but I thought if I browsed it would come to me. The black and tones of grey motif was great in my old bedroom with its white pepper walls and white picture molding. This new place of mine is a veritable SEA OF CARAMEL. Seemed soothing at first, but now I know I'm not a BATHED IN CARAMEL guy. Anyway, are you seeing chocolate and grey together everywhere like I am? I picked up a great striped pillow at west elm. Now I just need the right shams.

3. I lunched on a mouth-wateringly good salad, rife with pears and pecans and an insouciant cherry vinaigrette. Do you mind restaurant dining alone? If I have something good to read, I'm fine with it. I finished My Lucky Star by Joe Keenan over lunch. It's a scream. The blurbs are peppered with "P.G. Wodehouse" and "Preston Sturges" and "Noel Coward" and at least 50% of the main characters are hilarious and catty queers. 'Nuff said.

4. I ran five miles at a comfortable pace listening mostly to Mika. I'm torturing myself with Mika because, in a fit of fiscal responsibility, I bailed out on seeing him in NYC on Saturday. And now Freakgirl has apprised me of the concert details and they are KILLING ME. Blarg!

5. I felt a thorough, relaxed cleansing was in order, so I did an energizing Vitamin C peel on my face, and then soaked for 20 minutes in a steaming bath redolent of the seaside.

6. There's nothing like sushi for dinner to leave me feeling both LIGHT and NOURISHED. And breathing free (I lean toward excess on the wasabi).

7. I finished off the night with more reading--a few magazines and The Omnivore's Dilemma. Anyone read it? Not my usual fare, but it comes highly recommended.

There then. Just a typical Super Bowl Sunday, right? I'm sure my dad did something similar.