Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Rock on Momma
On the subject of rockin mothers: how much does mine? Check that girl out! I get all my altruism from her. There she is last year at the NAMI Maryland fundraiser walk, and she's doing it again this weekend. If you want to support her (either through money or ambulation), click here.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Rockin Mommas
Last night for Crotch Rocket's birthday (aka Grace) we went to The Birchmere, a surprisingly cool music venue in Arlington to hear Colin Hay. Yes, the former lead singer of Men at Work. He was remarkably funny, and provided the most banter I've been privy to in a long time--and I love me some good banter.
Opening for Colin was an emotive guitar-playing chick named Skylar (I think). At first I felt like it was 1997, and I was hold up in my freshman dorm room crying about unrequited love. It's an emotion I can remember, but honestly its not the place I'm at any more. I've traded in angst rock (think WHFS) for the electronic new-American-post-modern crap that I listen to know (think Paste Magazine). As for crying, I only do that to mainstream pop culture, like Grey's Anatomy and PSA commercials. I'm a yuppie tool, I know.
Eventually I was distracted from Skylar by how her backup singer bore a striking resemblance to Sissy Spacek. I thought this was humorous, albeit a bit strange. Well, the more we thought about it, the more we realized it WAS Sissy Spacek! It was confirmed when Skylar ("just Skylar") introduced her only as "mom," then eventually "oh, it's Sissy or something." Yes, the 56 year-old stellar actress had come to suburban NoVa to backup for her daughter's opening act. Pretty damn cool.
And I was suddenly back in 2006, where I'm obsessed with pop culture and actors and Hollywood. Right were I like to be.
Opening for Colin was an emotive guitar-playing chick named Skylar (I think). At first I felt like it was 1997, and I was hold up in my freshman dorm room crying about unrequited love. It's an emotion I can remember, but honestly its not the place I'm at any more. I've traded in angst rock (think WHFS) for the electronic new-American-post-modern crap that I listen to know (think Paste Magazine). As for crying, I only do that to mainstream pop culture, like Grey's Anatomy and PSA commercials. I'm a yuppie tool, I know.
Eventually I was distracted from Skylar by how her backup singer bore a striking resemblance to Sissy Spacek. I thought this was humorous, albeit a bit strange. Well, the more we thought about it, the more we realized it WAS Sissy Spacek! It was confirmed when Skylar ("just Skylar") introduced her only as "mom," then eventually "oh, it's Sissy or something." Yes, the 56 year-old stellar actress had come to suburban NoVa to backup for her daughter's opening act. Pretty damn cool.
And I was suddenly back in 2006, where I'm obsessed with pop culture and actors and Hollywood. Right were I like to be.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Realities of the Single Scene
Lesson for all your idealistic singles out there trying to meet people at a bar/club: If you really think this person you've met is different, special, or has potential, then do NOT take them home. Get their number, and ask to see them under different circumstances. If they decline, then you know where you stand. Waiting to ask for a number at 3am as they leave is only going to result in heartache.
Lesson for all you fag hags in training: You are probably not helping you friend by approaching guys on the dance floor with the "my friend thinks you're cute" line. You're just being annoying. Chances are, many people in the club think that many others there are cute. The reality is that this attraction seldom overlaps. Thus, it is no surprise to hear that "someone" thinks you're cute, but what follows is an awkward attempt to size up this suitor in a way that doesn't make you out to be a complete jackass. The feigned interest that ensues is just as likely charity interest as it is actual attraction.
Take a chapter from my roommate, TrannyLuver, a fag hag extraordinare. If you want to set your gay boy up with someone else in the club, approach that person, introduce yourself, and strike up a conversation. Inviting them into your circle and showing actual interest will make things much more casual and social. This will give the new hottie a chance to meet your group (including your gay). If there is interest, you've broken the ice and they'll take it from there. If not, then it just looks like casual mingling to any outsider.
You desperate breeders out there can use this to set up your pals as well. Just remember to tell them who sent you. :)
Lesson for all you fag hags in training: You are probably not helping you friend by approaching guys on the dance floor with the "my friend thinks you're cute" line. You're just being annoying. Chances are, many people in the club think that many others there are cute. The reality is that this attraction seldom overlaps. Thus, it is no surprise to hear that "someone" thinks you're cute, but what follows is an awkward attempt to size up this suitor in a way that doesn't make you out to be a complete jackass. The feigned interest that ensues is just as likely charity interest as it is actual attraction.
Take a chapter from my roommate, TrannyLuver, a fag hag extraordinare. If you want to set your gay boy up with someone else in the club, approach that person, introduce yourself, and strike up a conversation. Inviting them into your circle and showing actual interest will make things much more casual and social. This will give the new hottie a chance to meet your group (including your gay). If there is interest, you've broken the ice and they'll take it from there. If not, then it just looks like casual mingling to any outsider.
You desperate breeders out there can use this to set up your pals as well. Just remember to tell them who sent you. :)
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
This weekend was a blowout for Ms. Wish to See, who is in the throws of her last days as a bachelorette. And what a time we had! Because everyone is so afraid of their likeness being appropriated for internet use, I'm sharing only a photo of a whipped cream accident and me playing Pin the Macho on the Man. I wasn't the only one being creamed, but I had to block out that curmudgeon's face with the "ex-girlfriend" function on PhotoShop. Who knew penis games (of the group-of-girls sort) would be so entertaining or satisfying?! I've already ordered my ofoto (oh yeah, that's what I called it) collage.
Friday, April 07, 2006
A Sickness of the Mind
This shit is hilarious. I love these old 1950s propaganda PSAs. I also appreciate the comparison to small pox's danger and contagiousness. Jimmy Barnes is pretty cute, too. Watch out for friendly people, Jimmy!
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Bleary-Eyed Cowboys
Photo booth! PB & I splurging at the end of a (very) drunken night (for me)--look at the eyes! Finding this photo booth at Bar Pillar in my 'hood was a perfect end to a night that started with watching country line dancing at Remington's, a gay country bar. Oh yes, I will return for weekday lessons, mark my word. Who would have thought I'd have use for that dusty old cowboy hat I bought for a theme party 6 years ago?Monday, April 03, 2006
Operation Be Sex Positive
A while back, I decided to become more sex positive—around the time that I learned what being sex positive was. But I didn't codify it here, nor did I do anything very noteworthy. I'm officially declaring it now.
