Thursday, September 30, 2010

Peace Out

Tony Curtis

(June 3, 1925 – September 29, 2010)

"Way up high, Sam, where it's always balmy. Where no one snaps his fingers and says, "Hey, Shrimp, rack the balls!" Or, "Hey, mouse, mouse, go out and buy me a pack of butts." I don't want tips from the kitty. I'm in the big game with the big players. My experience I can give you in a nutshell, and I didn't dream it in a dream, either. Dog Eat Dog. In brief, from now on, the best of everything is good enough for me. "

~as Sidney Falco, Sweet Smell Of Success

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Australia Austria Belgium Canada Czech Republic Denmark France Ireland Israel Italy Netherlands New Zealand South Africa Spain Sweden Switzerland UK

Today was supposed to be Day 25 of the 30 Day Challenge, Your Day In Great Detail; I felt I needed to interrupt our regularly scheduled program once I found out that DADT is still in effect following the U.S. Senate vote.

This is disgusting! Obama, where are you??

I was going to go on a big rant, but I've decided to post the video of Boy George's very tongue-in-cheek song, G.I. Josephine, written out of protest regarding DADT back in '98.

The title of this post refers to just some of the countries that allow gays and lesbians to serve openly in the military.

I serve my country well
In slingbacks and beret
I march on your hypocrisy
'cause I am feeling queer today
As bright as all your medals
And shiny epaulettes
But I can't go to war right now
'cause my hair is a mess

Ah don't ask don't tell
Contaminate me with your smell
Perfume powder treachery
Loaded guns and sodomy
Soak me down with your desire
In the shower under fire
Wave the white flag, keep it clean
Call me G.I. Josephine

The dykes are on the starboard
They're polishing the guns
They're battening the hatches
As tough as any mother's son
There'll be no procreation
No baby cribs at sea
No friggin' in the riggin'
You can leave the boys for me

Ah don't ask don't tell
Contaminate me with your smell
Perfume powder treachery
Loaded guns and sodomy
Soak me down with your desire
In the shower under fire
Wave the white flag, keep it clean
Call me G.I. Josephine

Come out!
Come out!

And it's 1, 2, 3!
I don't live by the book
Don't ask me I don't give a damn
I don't wanna be a man
And it's five six seven
Open up the pearly gates
Ain't no time to wonder why
Anyone can die

Ah don't ask don't tell
Contaminate me with your smell
Perfume powder treachery
Loaded guns and sodomy
Soak me down with your desire
In the shower under fire
Wave the white flag, keep it clean
Call me G.I. Josephine

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Ring! Ring! Ring! Goes The Telephone...

Happy Birfday to Phil Fusco!!
Another year closer to making me look less and less like a lecherous old man!

30 Day Challenge: Day 23 ~ A YouTube Video

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

What I'm Listening To

The iPod is getting a severe workout these days! This is just some of what I've been listening to. Check it out!

...and of course, I'm loving the current joe*to*hell collection, JOE Fuck Yourself!

Watch this space for my soon-to-be-posted September collection!

Monday, September 13, 2010

The 2010 MTVVMA Recap

Know what?

I used to love award shows. I loved the spontaneity. I loved the sometimes inappropriate political messages. I loved the impossible pairings of presenters. I loved the outbursts, the silliness, the pomp...

Last night, the MTV VMA's drove another nail in the coffin Award Show enjoyment. I laughed my ass of when the preshow host promised a futuristic stage--all I saw was a recycled Justin Timberlake set with Deadmau5 spinning in the corner. Here are the only things that I think are worth mentioning:

Eminem and Rihanna kicked everything off with a mediocre, at best, performance.

Eminem's botox and Restylane clearly has worn off and Rihanna looked like she'd been diving around Mr. Dressup's Tickle Trunk.

I remain hopeful that the red monstrosity on her head is only to cover up that chopped up monstrosity she sported during her "Rated R" phase. You know the's the same one that Willow Smith is sporting these days.

Ahh, the Gaga.

Rocking Alexander McQueen and military peeps kicked in the cajon├ęs, Lady Gaga actually cracked a smile and said something of some importance during her acceptance speech(es).

As for the meat dress....well, for a little art history lesson, step on over to The Lisp to get my perspective on her outdated and total ripoff.

There was all this buzzing about Taylor Swift performing a song about Kanye's bullshit behavior last year.

The only shit I heard was her voice. I was so distracted by her warbling, I couldn't make out a single word.

The girl CANNOT sing. PERIOD.


I've seen her now in a few of these and there are some constants:
  1. pouty, drunk face.
  2. awkward, drunk stance
  3. sloppy, drunk makeup
All this, a naRsty fake ponytail and a leather dress that looks like a Glad bag.

It is essential to mention that she totally rocked a little toothless Amy Winehouse smile before slipping back into her ridiculous pout.

I hate her.


The absolute BEST part of the night (and I mean that!) was Florence + the Machine's performance of Dog Days Are Over.

This is one of those rare moments where a relatively unknown artist punches through the bullshit and gets noticed.

I loved everything; from the Esther Williams choreography to her flowing fairy dress, it was an unpretentious yet kick-ass performance.


In what should have been a tie with Florence for best performance, Robyn got totally robbed by not getting an actual slot on the main stage.

Instead, she's tucked away kicking some serious ass with Dancing On My Own, and and right when she's in middle of being fantastic...commercial. MTV, you suck my ass.

And finally...Cher.

Cher is what, just under 300 years old? And she decides coming out in a "Turn Back Time" inspired outfit is a good idea?

Look, granny...I loves ya...Lourdes knows I do. But at your age, there's a real risk of your floppy netherbits slipping out of the crotch of your jumpsuit and giving us all a reason to gouge our eyes out with our grandmother's knitting needles.

Ugh...the visual of her wrinkled old puss gumming the crotch of her panties is just rude...and now you've got it. You're welcome. it just me or did anyone else think of this?

~as seen on~

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

30 Day Challenge: Day 8 ~ A Photo That Makes You Angry/Sad

"The Falling Man" refers to a photograph taken by photographer Richard Drew, depicting a man falling from the North Tower of the World Trade Center at 9:41:15 a.m. during the September 11 attacks in New York City.

The subject of the image was one of the people trapped on the upper floors of the skyscraper who apparently was forced to jump rather than die from the fire and smoke.

Whoever you are, God rest your soul.

ADDENDUM 9/11/10

Why would I allow myself to post something that stirs up so much emotion in myself, just because of some meme? I have removed the photograph of The Falling Man for many reasons, but mostly it is out of respect to the victims of 9/11.

For those of you who don't know what the photo is, I won't be linking'll just have to find it for yourselves.

30 Day Challenge: Day 7 ~ A Picture That Makes You Happy

This is one of my favourite pictures of me and my Poodle.

This was taken very clearly on my 6th birthday...either '01 or ''s hard to say.

Poodle surprised me by taking me to a Christmas cheer party hosted by one of his very good friends, and he tacked on a little birthday surprise, too.

I'm not looking so cute, but my Poodle, well I could eat him like cake.

Mostly, this pic makes me happy because I was actually comfortable wearing a tight tee without a shirt on top.

Yeah, must have been 2001.

Oh, and this is a favourite because it's one of the best pics I have of Poodle resembling Tom Ford. I'm so lucky.

30 Day Challenge: Day 6 ~ Whatever Tickles Your Fancy

This might be cheating, but for my first "whatever tickles my fancy" post, I present:

Jonathan Sotirios.
He DEFINITELY tickles my fancy.


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