Monday, December 22, 2003

drink responsibly


Never use alcohol to escape feelings of failure and loneliness. Use Vicodin.
--from the Onion

Saturday, December 20, 2003

birthday greetings!


happy birthday, Paulie!

oh happy day!

Welcome to the 40 Club, an increasingly-less-exclusive place. You're 40! Forty! 40!

Things to do today:

Watch the Birthday episode of Ab Fab. Still funny after all this time, and much funnier when it is actually your own fortieth; the humor helps take the edge off ... as does a bit of bubbly. Boyer did remember a champagne breakfast?

Cry.

Spa day: mani & pedi, sauna, facial, massage.

Or, spend the day at the shop with lots of champagne all around. I suggest Paillard.

As for the rest of you, make it a great day by spending lots at the shop.

Paulie, lastly, if at any point in the day you are a little farklempt, remember to ask yourself:

What would Eddy do?



I could feel the forty-ness creep up on me in the night

cheers, sweetie, thanks a lot.


Friday, December 19, 2003

hey, hey captain jack
meet me down by the railroad tracks
with those running shoes in your hands
i'm gonna be a running man

hey, hey captain jack
meet me down by the railroad tracks

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

fab news

While surfing for photos for Mr. Boyer's award-winning birthday snark, I discovered some startling news. Maybe y'all knew this, but we did not at our house.

Ab Fab has a 5th season!



How did this happen without our knowing? You can go here to read all about it. The site includes clips and photos. Here is the season's lineup (the episodes ran this fall with the last one on Dec. 5):

Cleanin'
Book Clubbin'
Panickin'
Huntin', Shootin' and Fishin'
Birthin'
Schmoozin'
Exploitin'

A description of Episode One, Cleanin':

Saffy has been away in Iraq as an aid worker and Eddy has had no one to curb her extravagance. A 'lap pool' has been installed in the bathroom and Eddy is receiving regular, expensive, tan treatments. Her approach to business has also become increasingly sloppy. Clients have deserted her in droves.
Eddy is not unduly worried. She continues to take little interest in her remaining client -- Emma Bunton.
On the day of Saffy's return Eddy gets her act together. Everyone is enlisted to clean the house from top to bottom. Even Patsy helps.
When Saffy finally arrives home she has some shocking news in store for Eddy.


Oh, and apparently, last year there was a special called "Gay"! How did we miss it? (This country sucks.) A description:

The one-off episode 'Gay', in which Eddy is reunited with her estranged son Serge, received an audience of almost nine million. According to The Mirror this success has persuaded Jennifer Saunders to pen another six-part series.


Sunday, December 14, 2003

birthday

Yo, David!

Happy effen birthday, boyo!

But really, you're only as old as you feel ...



and all that crap, right?

Well, sweetie, why not find out just how old you are? Take this test. It will analyze your life and deliver a verdict on how well you've been taking care of your bad self.

And then, you can see just how bloody cool you've managed to stay, despite your age.


Cheers, sweetie, thanks a lot.



Wednesday, December 10, 2003

Spike Lee

On Monday night I went to see Anita Hill interview Spike Lee at the Herbst Theater. It was really interesting. Lots of thoughtful commentary from Spike and Anita but my favorite moment: An audience member asks Spike why he didn't do the film "Ali". Spike says that he wonders how such a boring movie could be made about the life of one of the most charasmatic people of the century. He said that he had an interview with Sony Pictures who was considering him to direct. When he arrived, Will Smith's first comment was "Spike, let's talk about how you can broaden your vision". Spike thought: "Shit, I'm not getting this job."

Saturday, December 06, 2003

have heard a report from another blogger than Blogger was having trouble. Her posts were being eaten. So if anyone has been attempting blogs only to fail, sorry about that. Here's hoping the troubles are over.

Thursday night, put up a post including a photo of Giuseppe for everyone's amusement. Trouble is I had the file too large. It posted huge! Filled the entire screen, practically. Was not amusing; merely frightening. Took it down immediately. So if anyone saw it in the 3.5 minutes it was up, sorry about the scare. Will attempt reposting when I figure out what I'm doing.

Last night I knew what I was doing. Chris, Melissa and I went to the new chocolate buffet at the Pennisula. A launch party, so we didn't have to pay the $19.50; but for an all you can eat chocolate buffet, that price is a steal. Of course, we had free-flowing champagne brought by a handsome, French-accented waiter continuously. That didn't hurt.

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

you're surfing that kind of crap (sorry) at work? hmmmm. I'll wait until getting home to visit that site.

as for the Straight Boys on Mopeds (great title): the short-circuitry is an excellent image. This must also account for the rise in straight boys dipping into the gay sex pool (which I read all about in Details, so it must be true). The straight guys must also short circuit, forgetting what team they're on, then hook up with another dude.

Ass Masters

i was just looking at a listing of online blogging groups on Tribe.net and noticed one for people into anal sex. The group described themselves as offering a forum for "people who like to get a little work in their behind." Love that.

Straight Boys on Mopeds

John took me to a club in Atlanta called Halo. It was full of beautiful people and my gaydar totally short-circuited. I could not tell what team these people played for.

When it comes to hair color and products, I really think the straight boys rule that world these days.

... here in Chicago, it's cold.

"Of course!" you're saying out there in California. Well, yes, it is Chicago in December and all. But yet we still spend a lot o' time talking about it here when the weather turns.

Well, Monkey has a solution! Hot cocoa!



Read his step-by-step illustrated instructions.

also wondering ...

about another type of highlights. That is: the highlights of Transgiving. Who can write for us about this wondrous event? Who's the best storyteller? Paulie?

why is it ...

that straight boys at work have better hair than I do?

It's a disturbing trend. A guy here who is probably late 20s or early 30s has gone from good looking to quite cute. Didn't notice why right off, then it struck me: lovely blond highlights in his floppy, somewhat shaggy, GQ-boy of the 70s hair.

I guess this isn't exactly new, but when did it happen? And how? How did it become OK for straight boys to be so ... well, what we would have been called back in the day is: sissy.

Just wondering.

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

Bush bumper stickers

(the first post borrowed from e-mail spam, but edited to only the good ones)

Bush/Cheney '04: Four More Wars!

Bush/Cheney '04: Assimilate. Resistance is Futile.

Bush/Cheney '04: Compassionate Colonialism

Bush/Cheney '04: Deja-voodoo all over again!

Bush/Cheney '04: Don't Change Whores in Midstream

Bush/Cheney '04: Get used to it!

Bush/Cheney '04: Leave no billionaire behind

Bush/Cheney '04: Lies and videotape but no sex!

Bush/Cheney '04: Making the world a better place, one country at a time.

Bush! /Cheney '04: Or else.

Bush/Cheney '04: Over a billion Whoppers served.

Bush/Cheney '04: Putting the "con" in conservatism

Bush/Cheney '04: The economy's stupid!

Bush/Cheney '04: The last vote you'll ever have to cast.

Bush/Cheney '04: This time, elect us!

Bush/Cheney '04: We're Gooder!

George W. Bush: A brainwave away from the presidency

George W. Bush: It takes a village idiot

Vote Bush in '04: "I Has Incumbentory Advantitude"

Vote Bush in '04: "Because every vote counts -- for me!"

Vote Bush in '04: "Because I'm the President, that's why!"

Vote Bush in '04: Because dictatorship is easier

Vote Bush in '04: It's a no-brainer!

Vote for Bush & You Get Dick!

With a Bush, a Dick, and a Colin everyone gets screwed

How Did Our Oil Get Under Their Sand?

And my favorite:

It Ain't Over Till Your Brother Counts The Votes

Monday, December 01, 2003

21 Grams

Over the holiday, John and I saw 21 Grams in Atlanta. The film is the tale of three people's lives intersecting amidst fragile life, death, crime and redemption. I liked the film a great deal. Though heavy, it stuck with me and has been on my mind for the last few days, always a good sign for me. John did not like it because he had difficulty identifying with any of the characters and thought the entire thing was just too bleak. It's by the director of Amores Perros.

Last weekend saw The Station Agent. It's sweet and charming but probably a renter.

Wednesday, November 26, 2003

Gregorio, enjoy your Thanksgiving at John's (and enjoy the lemoncello). I'm sure the Trans-giving won't be the same without you.

Someone from PETA delivered a tofurkey here at the office. ... we won't be tasting it.

Hurtling Towards Atlanta

It's been a crazy busy week at work and I am rushing to get things done before I head to the airport today from work. I did manage to get the Lemoncella that John asked me to bring to Atlanta (who doesn't like a boy that insists on Italian liqueurs).

Have a great Thanksgiving all!

Boyer??!!! I think the Castro theater is doing a Hedwig sing along with John Cameron Mitchell in attend in December. We need to get on that pronto!!

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

Bah humbug?

if you want to take an edge off the overpowering, way-too-early holiday hype, check out the latest cartoon at Happy Tree Friends.



... then again, maybe you shouldn't.

stupidotto!

lunch is next week. oops, so instead of wonderful Italian cuisine for lunch and a halting conversation in broken Italian, I'll eat yesterday's sack lunch and read the paper.

hope the rest of you are having a more fab day

ch-ch-ch-ch-changed it back

like it better this way.

and the links weren't working this morning 'coz I left out some code. sorry, but ain't the brightest bulb, ya know, when it comes to that shit. What, do you think I'm Chris? No, everyone knows that he's the smart one and I am (used to be) the cute one.

today, having lunch with friend Susanne, an editor on the foreign desk who spent 4 years in Roma as a young woman. Now fluent in la lingua dei italiani, she's helping me practice dialog. You know, things like "I like the soup. It is good." "The weather is bad." Clever stuff like that which I can use at important events.

What are y'all doin?