Thursday, August 30, 2007

Kelley has posted an interview with me on Marina's blog asking me various and sundry questions, including what fragrances I would want if I was on stranded on a desert island.

Which brought up the notion, I think I'd go nuts on a desert island! No internet? No instant messaging? No iPod? No Netflix? No PHONE!?!?!

Worse yet, there would be all that sun! It may strike some of you as absurd that someone who went well out his way to go and live in sunny SoCal doesn't like direct sunlight, but I don't. My natural skin color makes a glass of part-skim look like a deep, dark savage tan, and I have learned long ago that there is no process natural or otherwise that's going to change that. I am also long past the age (ahem) where I am going to risk my ever more tenuous yoof on something as silly as a tan, so the few times I have been to a pool I have, to the merriment of my friends, basically covered up as much as a good Islamic female. Nothing showing. In the last few years of convertible ownership, the top didn't come down until the sun was well over the yard-arm, and the car was stocked with more sunscreen than your average Sephora. I am even beginning to come around to the idea that it's nicer when it gets dark earlier, since there's less of that nasty light I have to deal with.

Of course I am writing this huddled away, facing a long August holiday weekend where the temps will be unto the hundred mark, and I won't be at work in the heavy AC. Come winter, I will be whining that I hate coming home in the dark and the rain is depressing and I'm cold and I don't want to get out of bed in the morning, because although I do not tan, I do complain. I whinge therefore I am.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Celebrity Justice?

Lindsay goes to jail, for a day. Nicole goes to jail, for 82 minutes. The details of Mel Gibson's hate-fill drunken rant is released to the media, and the Sheriff's department want to punish the leaker.

Welcome to Celebrity Justice.

Want to bet what would have happened to you, me, or any other regular Joe if we habitually crash our cars without benefit of a license, get high and drive the wrong way on the freeway, or get blotto and refer to the arresting offices ethnicity in a manner better left to a Grand Wizard at a KKK meeting? Somehow I don't think it would be 82 minutes at Lynwood. Do you?

Thursday, August 23, 2007

random thoughts

Has anybody else noticed the commercials for, hosted by Stormy Simon? Is it hopelessly sexist that I cannot find someone named "Stormy" credible? Yeah, it is. Sorry Stormy.

I know this may be only from the perspective of a gay man, but those ubiquitous commercials for that dating service using "Everlasting Love" in its commercials bug me. Because of course, same sex couples aren't served by them. Back of the bus again....

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

I have a new instant addicton: Fox's new show "Anchorwoman"

It's the story of a lovely lady..

Well it's the story of Fox drumming up ratings by sending an awfully sweet but totally naive swimsuit model from LA to anchor the 5pm newscast at a station in Tyler, Texas. What makes it sooooo addictive is that nobody comes off unscathed: the model is an amusing ditz who is clearly there because of her blonde tanned breast to boost ratings and is clearly at sea, but the newspeople at the station don't fare better: for a station that has an elderly poodle doing the weather, they have a sense of self importance more inflated than the Hindenburg. Only Stormy the Weather Dog comes off unscathed, and then only because she seems embarrassed to be there. As should the denizens of Primetime at 5.

This just in:

Fox has pulled the plug on this after one episode, citing poor ratings. I might be the only person in the universe who cares.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

The State of New York (A NY Post Moment)!

Floods! Tornados!

What's next? The Donald and Rosie kiss and make up? Can it be the Apocalypse?