bowled

Con: Saturday morning, 3 am: awakened by a small crowd of drunken fans wandering through the back streets shouting "who dat!" to the high heavens.

Pro: "Dis a black and gold city now, not no black and white one." Heard repeated often this past week.

Con: Spontaneous constant blowing of car horns the past three days straight.

Pro: Schools are shut Monday. (Yes!!!) The entire city clearly expects to have a massive collective hangover.

not to brag or anything...

But I just finished having Kung Pao Chicken across from Edith Massey.


I think she noticed me staring (I mean, really, how could one not?)

I'm pretty sure she was flirting with me with a broccoli spear. Hot.

She looked fabulous ( for being dead since 1984 and all).

information vegetable, animal, and mineral

Tonight I went to a performance of "The Pirates of Penzance" with Dennis, two of his chic Asian lady-doctor friends, and one ambiguously gay(ish), painfully handsome psychiatrist.

(Oh, and me. Not so ambiguous, and just plain painful. )

Anyway, I'd never seen "Pirates of Penzance" before, except in that horrible movie from the 80s, you know, the one with the painful (albeit handsome) Rex Smith. Ugh....what a dog that was. I mean really.

(I won't even subject you to a youtube clip of it. )

Dennis had a student of his performing, so that was his motivation. I had nothing better to do on a Friday night, so that was mine. The wigs were awful, the singing wonderful, the timing perfect. All in all, it was completely delightful.

The only downside is that I've been singing the part of the Major General since I got out. I'm afraid I might slip up and, Tourette's-like, announce: "I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus!" at the counter at Popeyes or something. Not like I haven't thought it there before, of course, but I might actually say it aloud this time.

what I'm cleaning the toilet to now...

don't ask, don't worry tell

Who doesn't love a man in uniform?

Wrangling

I've just spent an inordinate amount of time playing with and undressing Tony Ward at best ad site ever. Do yourself a favor and click.


fun provided by way of sissydude

Three things seen today (and poorly illustrated)

6:30 am: An elderly man in fedora briskly walking along the bayou, earnestly strumming a ukulele.



2:30 pm: identical twins having a heated argument with each other...like watching an external internal psychotic dialogue.






9:00 pm: a litter of baby raccoons, scurrying across traffic, dragging a string of silver mardi gras beads and a snack sized bag of Doritos.

Inspiration of the day

Diane Arbus - Lady bartender at home with a souvenir dog, New Orleans.

I'm pretty sure I've been served a drink or two by her.....or maybe by her hair. You know it's still working somewhere in the quarter.


Stumbled on (by way of jonno) at tumblr.

More unsolicited thoughts on movies just seen:

I have an addiction to period films. I'll see anything with a corset or a costume. I have a latent desire to be a set decorator or production designer...or maybe just wear a corset. I'm not sure which. Anyway, I think I'd have done well (with all three). Since that didn't happen, I have to get my fix as an audience member. I saw these three just recently:

Me and Orson Welles: I liked it. Christian McKay (who plays Welles) is incredible. Mainly it made me wish I had seen The Mercury theater's production of Julius Caesar, parts of which are recreated beautifully. Zac Efron's prettiness is very distracting, especially when he asks Claire Danes' character (I paraphrase): "What's it like to be a beautiful girl?" Puh-lease...like he doesn't know. Anyway, he's infinitely prettier than she is, and that's just distracting.
It was a bit rambling, but I found it to be good.

Little Ashes: Along with the pedophile-o-gram, I got this in the mail this week. It wasn't worth the wait at all. The sex scene is all too brief (come on,you know that's the only reason to see it), and the production values are shoddy. It looks like a mid-eighties film set in the 1920s if that makes any sense. Robert Pattinson acquits himself well enough, I suppose (I'd never seen him in anything else, but he's nothing earth shattering.) He looks nothing like Dali, however. The other actor does a fairly good job as Lorca (even looks a bit like him), but the script is just not that good. (F.P.: I wouldn't rush it to the head of your queue, if I were you.)



(this youtube clip is ...umm...so much better than the movie...in so many ways. Maybe if the movie had been scored by American Idol contestants, it would have made more money)

Bright Star: It was a perfect storm for me to love it. Keats is one of my favorite poets of all time. Ben Whishaw (more on the film and him later perhaps) looks nothing like the young Keats however. Abbie Cornish is wonderful, the sort of stuff Oscar™ seems to love. The production values are wonderful and, needless to say, the story is very poignant. I really liked how it managed to work all the cliches of Romanticism (in both regards) without seeming too mannered...again, if that makes any sense. Anyway, I liked it. Except for "An Education" I think it's been my favorite movie of the past few months.

Three things from the last 30 minutes:

1.Netflix finally delivers a copy of "Little Ashes".
2.Found a dollar floating in the gutter.
3.New sex offender just moved into the neighborhood.

Things are clearly looking up!