The Jonas Bros. played a concert across the street from my office, on the WB lot, taping for the Ellen show. Mario Lopez was there for the network, and Michelle Obama was there encouraging on-site voter registration. Now that’s what I’m talking about.
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Whether it was the five-minute standing ovation, her monumental speech, or the freshly-coined phrases like, “No way. No How. No McCain,” there is no doubt that Hillary Clinton threw her full support behind Barack Obama, and set the DNC on fire last night. Plus, Chelsea looked fabulous. It’s hard to believe that everyone wouldn’t be on board after such a night. And the ‘big guys’ haven’t even spoken yet.
But just when you thought Hillary’s “Twin Cities” joke was the funniest of the night (and it was hysterical), along comes presumed posterchild and mousy malcontent Elizabeth Joyce on Larry King Live. Leader of donation-requesting, lunatic fringe website Just Say No Deal, Ms. Joyce gave a hatter-mad interview, using SNL-worthy darting eyes, sudden sharky smiles, and shrill, self-absorbed suggestions that her party flip-flop was born of campaign trail antagonism. Cry me a river, honey. Thank God Tivo allowed Sam and me to fall out with laughter at this several times before going to bed, and that YouTube can bring it to you here.
Something from the DSM-IV? Racism? Fatigue? Stage fright? Unrequited lesbian obsession? You decide.
The Dark Knight is sold out, solid, all over town, so Sam and I stayed in this weekend and tried to approximate the experience as best we could, by watching Mommie Dearest.
The first time I saw Mommie Dearest was within a year of the premiere, but on HBO, at home. I was 12 or 13. Soon thereafter, I got into a fight with Mom and called her “Mommy Dearest.” It earned me the requisite slap across the face. God, how dramatic. In fact, we both realized we’d been caught up in a wave of self-concocted drama and busted out laughing. How Camp. (That link, btw, is the best intellectual discussion of Camp, ever.) Continue reading ‘Mommie Dearest vs. The Dark Knight’
I’ve recently rediscovered, on YouTube, a load of videos that show far less anatomy than anything in our porn collection. They don’t even get their shorts off. They’re muscle worship videos, and this jaded, seen-it-all porn aficionado is happy to report that “less filling” tastes great. One’s imagination, or ability to fetishize body parts, is powerful enough to turn a SFW vid clip like the one below with Zeb Atlas and Mark Dalton, into something surprisingly, er, uh, satisfying. Here’s the clip. Continue reading ‘Off-Beat Porn: Muscle Worship’
Billy has your safety in mind, especially today, so I personally watched this SFW video about the Jawbone hands-free device several times, just to make sure it would be helpful to you.
All I can say is that I was really happy I didn’t have a phone in my hand.
Who knew legal compliance could feel so good?
This video was banned in the U.S. Had it been two chicks, it would have been running during the Superbowl. I’ll never understand that.
It’s always a little scary to see your icons live, lest they disappoint you. Last weekend, at Honda Center, formerly Arrowhead Pond, in Anaheim George Michael reminded us why he is an icon, and nobody was disappointed.
He’s come a long way since I saw him last, in WHAM, circa 1984 in the Miami Baseball Stadium. It was a wake me up before you gogo thing, a repressed homosexual lust thing, and a fleeting 80′s thing. They were fun, but who knew half of WHAM would become the fully-realized, world-class entertainer who performed last night? At times, it looks as if even George never expected it himself. Continue reading ’25 Live: George Michael in Anaheim’
I’ve never liked Pride, and I thought I’d rather have a thumb in my eye than march in a parade. Who knew I’d have as much fun as I did this past weekend, marching in the Pride parade with the GSGRA. Sam, Sonny, and I carried state flags and represented the rodeo.
Funny thing being in a parade. The presumption is that there’s a reason why you’re in it, and why people would care. So the spectators give you this once-over, just to make sure that you’re somebody to them, and then the onus is on you to be somebody, with a smile or a wink, or a holler, so that’s exactly what we did.
We finished up the parade route early, rolled and tubed the flags, headed for The Abbey and tipped a few in honor of pride, our right to marry, our friendship with Sonny, and the rodeo. Sam was right. It’s more fun being in the parade than watching it, but then, I guess that’s no surprise. Kinda like life.
Here are some snaps from the weekend. Continue reading ‘Best Pride Ever’
Lisa hooked up the VIP seating, and Sam sacrificed a few hours of sleep on a weeknight for us to go see The Long Blondes‘ last U.S. show at the legendary Troubadour last night. There was nothing for me to do but be grateful, and I am.
The Long Blondes are a 5-piece English indie rock band from Sheffield. I fell in love with them after seeing them “put on the dog” in the video for Guilt, a song about an infidelity, and the singer’s unambiguous choice – “and guilt has nothing, nothing to do with it.”