Wednesday, March 30, 2011

My favorite film!

They're honoring Jean Harlow this week on AMC, so we were privileged to catch my favorite movie of all time last evening and watch it in bed.  Dinner at Eight is one of my self-prescribed Gay Essentials - it includes a blonde bombshell (Harlow), a drag queen (Marie Dressler), a put-upon hostess (Billie Burke) and enough over-the-top camp acting to fill a pink Hostess Sno-Ball that would cover Times Square.

If you haven't seen it - it's absolute genius.  And Harlow was such a talented comedienne.  It's shame we lost her so young.

Some treats!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Scooby Don't

Flew to Chicago, San Francisco, Paris and Egypt last night - solving an international mystery puzzle involving ghosts, castles, fine dining, amorous suitors and villainous Dreamland. 

Now sitting slack-jawed and exhausted over my morning coffee, struggling to hold my head up.


I'm absolutely shattered.

And I still haven't solved the "where is my night stand water glass? - and why is the carpet on my side of the bed all wet?" mystery.

And I think I may have punched Brian at least once.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Welcome to New York - now go back to Jersey, you moron.

So - we had a lovely day today.  The sun is shining, the snow is gone and the Spring bulbs are bursting.

We had breakfast out - took a lovely drive up through Marbletown, High Falls and Stone Ridge - and we even ventured across the Catskills to check out the Ashokan Reservoir that supplies New York City.

A beautiful, leisurely day.

We got onto Route 28 to head for home and, no sooner had we turned onto the highway, Vinny and Snookie from Passaic and their offspring and over-bred, pedigreed dog with its head hanging out the window - driving the largest possible land ark that Ford can make- is suddenly in my rear view mirror.

The douchebag in the ball cap driving was alternately tailgating me or falling back on the 2-lane highway down the mountains.

About the time I slowed down to the legal speed limit, Vinny would back off - when I was high-tailing it (well - 60 in a 55 mph zone) I could see my reflection in his wife's D&G knock-off sunglasses.

We were both very aware of his douche-y driving - but I refuse to get a ticket because some dip-bag feels he needs to run his V8 Hemi at maximum power.

Wherever passing was allowed, I drifted to the right, indicating "pass me you Jersey douche bag."  And although he tried on a couple occasions, traffic or the landscape intervened.

Finally, as we approached Kingston, the highway expanded to two lanes each way and we (gratefully) drifted into the right lane, allowing Mr. Summer's Eve to pass.  We knew this stretch of road - it was a highly enforced speed trap - designed to catch tourists visiting the Catskills or Woodstock.

Best not to speed.  (giggle)

He sped by  - we made no eye contact, no helpful gestures...nothing.

I felt hollow - like this douche had won some unspoken victory.

but then....

As we approached the city limits, we saw a State Trooper pull a U-turn across all lanes of traffic as the white Ford Douche-mobile sped past.

Lights flashed, sirens wailed and the Douche-mobile pulled over to the shoulder.

I rolled my window down.

Brian: "What are you doing?"

Me:  "I'm going to beep and fist pump as we go by!!!!!"

Brian: "You are not. Put your window up."

Me: "Oh - please?"

Brian: "You will not do anything - you will drive by and you will not make eye contact."

Me: "You're no fun."

Brian:  "Look - be happy that there apparently is a god - or at least a sense of justice in the world."

Me: "I'd rather flip them off and make PHHTTT noises at them."

Brian:  "Karma."

Me:  "Shit."

Truthfully, it made my day.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A lady, a legend

A lady.
A legend.
A passionate advocate and activist.
One of the last true stars.
We love you.
Thank you.
And farewell.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Enough is enough

I love this kid.  And his sister.  And his dad.

I was Casey once. Until a bully in the 6th grade pushed me too far.

The result?  My upper teeth driven through my lip at a drinking fountain - followed by the decimation of numerous classroom modular walls, chalkboards and desks as we rolled through nearly an entire wing of Gus Grissom Middle School.

The fight ended when I split a molded plastic school chair over his head.

He suffered a concussion and I was held in the principal's office, bloody washcloth pressed against my bleeding lip, until my father arrived.

The principal was waiting for my father's arrival to inform him that I had seriously injured another kid and that I would be subject to corporal punishment - 'swatting' - as it was called.  The bastard of a principal had a fiberglass paddle with holes drilled into it for maximum sting (circa 1974).

Proudest moment of my life re: my father?

Dad arrived - all 400 lbs of angry, repressed, high blood pressure rage.  He asked me what happened and assessed the situation.

He turned to the principal and informed him:

"My kid was defending himself.  You can paddle him all you want - but you're going to have to take me down first."

The paddling never came.

From that day forward, I knew I had backup.  And when you back down just one bully, other bullies take notice.

Be there - for your kids, your nephews and nieces, or your friend's kids - any kid, for Pete's sake.  All they need to know is that someone cares about them and who they are.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Just thought you should know....


Courtesy of Joe My God:

"This new al-Qaida magazine for women has beauty tips and suicide-bomber tips! Gimme a break! That is as ridiculous as two men kissing on the mouth! And I don't care what is politically correct. Everyone knows that two men on a wedding cake is a comedy skit, not an 'alternate lifestyle'! There I said it! Ridiculous! Did you see Glee this week? Sickening! And, besides shoving the gay thing down our throats, they made a mockery of Christians – again! I wonder what their agenda is? Hey, producers of Glee – what's your agenda? One-way tolerance?" - Former Saturday Night Live cast member and Tea Party hero Victoria Jackson.

Okay.  Two things. Oh wait - no, three things.
  1. Why in God's name were you watching Glee if dude-on-dude lovin' makes your lady parts explode? I mean, it's the gayest goddamned thing on TV.
  2. Anita Bryant called from the 1970s and she wants her schtick back.
  3. The Lost and Found Department called - your talent has never been found.
And, oh. Thing 4. 

Ethel Mertz. On crack. Think about it.

Moving on.

Courtesy of Gawker "Qaddafi threatens to GET CRAZY"


Too late.

It's kinda sad that in addition to all the violence and killing and terrorism and stuff, that as a young man, dude was kinda good looking.

Crazy ages your ass. And that's why you now look (and dress) like a Libyan Bea Arthur after a stroke.

From The Daily:   Homos with enough money to know better have a doll as a son.

In the category of "If you aren't helping the cause..."

Okay, you're rich so you are 'eccentric'.  If you weren't, you'd be living in a group home with the rest of the doll baby families.

Digby - the son - is 20 years old, wearing matching outfits with his mommies and makes Gary Coleman and Webster look like giants.  This kid is overdue to knock over a liquor store and then OD in an RV somewhere in the Southwest.

I gotta go lie down.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

An amazing performance

I recently discovered this video over at Chateau Thombeau and am absolutely smitten! 

In addition to the lush orchestration by David Arnold (gorgeous guy at the piano), David McAlmont's vocals are spot on and compelling. Layer that with Rocky Shenck's gorgeous directorial vision, and anyone harboring a Shirley Bassey/Bond theme lust will be ever so gratified by this video.