Now I wanna have a dance party like THIS!
Oh no, sweetie darling.
I just got the buzz from EsterGoldberg.com that my favorite British comedy Absolutely Fabulous is going to be brought over the pond and made into an American series. At first I was shocked and almost infuriated so I had to do a little more research on the subject. Then, after seeing that 3rd Rock from the Sun’s Kristen Johnston will be playing Patsy I became a little more optimistic.
I’ve always been a huge fan of Ab Fab, in fact anything Jennifer Saunders touches turns to gold. The fact that she’s coming over as well to be executive producer, and approves the project at all says something. The woman knows funny, and she knows what isn’t funny. So far the actresses they’ve cast to play the leading ladies (Kathryn Hahn as Edina, Kristen Johnston as Patsy) seem very fitting.
Johnston says that the characters are trying to be more PC, chew nicorette gum instead of smoking, and are always hung over. The thought of Patsy not waking up with a cigarette ready in her mouth, lighter in hand is a bit challenging to me but still I think it could be a fun transition. The UK series is played out, it had an amazing run but it’s been over for a while. In fact, there have already been several non-UK adaptations of the show have already been made and bombed. France has made one, Canada made a show called P.R. based off Ab Fab, even Roseanne Barr tried to get an American Ab Fab with Carrie Fisher that never saw fruition.
Remakes happen, especially BBC to America. The Office has done amazingly, even with American TV it happens, WB just reprised 90210 which by all means should have bombed but I still see the ads for it every week. The fact is, if FOX tells people they’re going to like it, they’re going to like it. Even if they don’t they’ll still play the hell out of a show for a few seasons, sell a couple DVD’s, then sell the cow again.
That’s just Hollywood and junk. I wish they’d hurry up and make a modern day Bonanza remake.
I’ve always been a huge fan of Ab Fab, in fact anything Jennifer Saunders touches turns to gold. The fact that she’s coming over as well to be executive producer, and approves the project at all says something. The woman knows funny, and she knows what isn’t funny. So far the actresses they’ve cast to play the leading ladies (Kathryn Hahn as Edina, Kristen Johnston as Patsy) seem very fitting.
Johnston says that the characters are trying to be more PC, chew nicorette gum instead of smoking, and are always hung over. The thought of Patsy not waking up with a cigarette ready in her mouth, lighter in hand is a bit challenging to me but still I think it could be a fun transition. The UK series is played out, it had an amazing run but it’s been over for a while. In fact, there have already been several non-UK adaptations of the show have already been made and bombed. France has made one, Canada made a show called P.R. based off Ab Fab, even Roseanne Barr tried to get an American Ab Fab with Carrie Fisher that never saw fruition.
Remakes happen, especially BBC to America. The Office has done amazingly, even with American TV it happens, WB just reprised 90210 which by all means should have bombed but I still see the ads for it every week. The fact is, if FOX tells people they’re going to like it, they’re going to like it. Even if they don’t they’ll still play the hell out of a show for a few seasons, sell a couple DVD’s, then sell the cow again.
That’s just Hollywood and junk. I wish they’d hurry up and make a modern day Bonanza remake.
Goddamned Salt Shakers.
I think, with many budding relationships, the biggest threat – even more than cuter boys – is their damned friends. For some reason, especially in the gay community friends can be the biggest salt shakers known to man...
Its always the same story, they get their friend’s new boo off in a corner by themselves and start spilling just enough information to make the new boo insecure about their current situation. They act like they don’t know that there’s something going on between you and their friend, like you’re just some “new friend” that’s come around and they drop some tid bit about a guy their friend was recently dating, or some obscure event which puts them perfectly in the wrong light.
And it’s always the same pathetic, poor lonely saps who are far too dependant on their friend in question that do it. They can’t stand the thought of any threat to their friendship which relationships, if good, inevitably always are. No matter what the stupid bullshit Freudian explanation may be, I think it’s sad and sick to prevent your friend from pursuing love because you’re insecure about being alone yourself.
I am blessed with exceptional friends, in my opinion at least. In a sense I think many of my friends are protective of me because they’ve seen my personal heartbreak and 808 first hand, but for the most part are very supportive of what I do. A friend of mine told me the other day in conversation about the bro-code, and a bunch of these little gay boys and fag hags in the world need to familiarize themselves with it. Your bro is not your bitch, don’t treat them that way. If anything over-beef your friend, make them seem like an even better person than they are, or even better - STAY THE HELL OUT OF IT.
Like my imaginary overweight country momma used to say, “if you can’t say nothin nice, go sit next to that ugly girl sitting by herself. She’s the only one that really gives a shit.”
Its always the same story, they get their friend’s new boo off in a corner by themselves and start spilling just enough information to make the new boo insecure about their current situation. They act like they don’t know that there’s something going on between you and their friend, like you’re just some “new friend” that’s come around and they drop some tid bit about a guy their friend was recently dating, or some obscure event which puts them perfectly in the wrong light.
And it’s always the same pathetic, poor lonely saps who are far too dependant on their friend in question that do it. They can’t stand the thought of any threat to their friendship which relationships, if good, inevitably always are. No matter what the stupid bullshit Freudian explanation may be, I think it’s sad and sick to prevent your friend from pursuing love because you’re insecure about being alone yourself.
I am blessed with exceptional friends, in my opinion at least. In a sense I think many of my friends are protective of me because they’ve seen my personal heartbreak and 808 first hand, but for the most part are very supportive of what I do. A friend of mine told me the other day in conversation about the bro-code, and a bunch of these little gay boys and fag hags in the world need to familiarize themselves with it. Your bro is not your bitch, don’t treat them that way. If anything over-beef your friend, make them seem like an even better person than they are, or even better - STAY THE HELL OUT OF IT.
Like my imaginary overweight country momma used to say, “if you can’t say nothin nice, go sit next to that ugly girl sitting by herself. She’s the only one that really gives a shit.”
Then it hit me - I freakin HATE cards!
Lately, as mentioned before, I’ve been using poker as a metaphor for love. Texas hold ‘em in particular, and to me at least it really makes sense. It’s helped me to put dating into a perspective that I can understand, but then this morning as I’m laying in bed meditating on my life, I realized I freakin HATE card games!
I always have. My closest group of friends all play this little game called “shit head”. It’s a fun enough game but it’s just WAAAAY too analog for me. I always feel like asking “can we play this on the Wii instead?” The only game I enjoy playing at all is poker, and that’s more for the atmosphere and socialization.
My real problem is I keep finding excuses for myself NOT to date, which works out all nice and shiny except I really don’t want to be old and bitter – and single. If I’m gonna be old and bitter, I want someone there to appreciate it – even if it is a paid professional. Someone once told me that’s how he defined old, when you started having to pay for sex.
Anyway, the only game I’ve ever liked was solitaire, because there’s nobody around to tell you when you’re breaking the rules. And really, all the other games get the deck all shuffled up. Solitaire is the only game where at the end of each round won the deck is replaced to perfect order.
I always have. My closest group of friends all play this little game called “shit head”. It’s a fun enough game but it’s just WAAAAY too analog for me. I always feel like asking “can we play this on the Wii instead?” The only game I enjoy playing at all is poker, and that’s more for the atmosphere and socialization.
My real problem is I keep finding excuses for myself NOT to date, which works out all nice and shiny except I really don’t want to be old and bitter – and single. If I’m gonna be old and bitter, I want someone there to appreciate it – even if it is a paid professional. Someone once told me that’s how he defined old, when you started having to pay for sex.
Anyway, the only game I’ve ever liked was solitaire, because there’s nobody around to tell you when you’re breaking the rules. And really, all the other games get the deck all shuffled up. Solitaire is the only game where at the end of each round won the deck is replaced to perfect order.
NEW STAR TREK TRAILER!
NERD OUT WITH ME FOR A MINUTE!
Go check out the new Star Trek trailer, like, NOW.
Go 'head child, go look. I'll be waiting here when you're done to discuss.
OK, now that you've seen it, WASN'T THAT SO FREAKIN COOL! Finally, a trailer that gives a little clue to the plot of JJ Abrams' take on the quintessential science fiction story of all time.
So many rumors have now been either confirmed or combined. The trailer starts out with someone trying to recruit Captain Kirk into Star Fleet, daring him to do better than his father had done before him. Apparently he does.
The funniest part of the trailer - Why is it that Captain Kirk is always getting the captain's chair on accident or faudulent means? Lets examine, starting with the movies.
The Motion Picture. Admiral Kirk is giving a good inspection to the refitted Enterprise. On the tour he decides "you know, I think I want to be the captain instead" and screws everything up.
The Wrath of Khan. The Crew starts out, Spock in charge. Kirk decides that he'd rather run things so Spock rolls for him and gives up the captain's chair. The rest of the movie is filled with failed guilt trip attempts from Spock, then in a final attempt to guilt Kirk, spock dies.
The Search For Spock. Kirk feels bad so this time he STEALS the excelsior and goes to hunt down his best buddy. In the process Christopher Lloyd shows up and blows up all the ships, but then Kirk steals HIS ship and takes off with it.
The Journey Home. The whole movie takes place in a stolen ship. Nuff said. Then the crew all back together with a slightly disoriented and disturbed spock go back in time to steal whales.
The Final Frontier. The first Star Trek movie where Kirk is the actual captain of the Enterprise from start to finish, but this time Spock's brother steals the enterprise from HIM! That's right, someone pulls a Kirk on Kirk. Then when Kirk gets control of his ship again, he tells god to go suck a dick and starts all kinds of trouble.
The Undiscovered Country. Again Kirk is the Captain, this time for the last time - but he gets thrown in Klingon prison. Spock picks him up and they go blow the top off a Star Fleet conspiracy.
AND FINALLY -Generations. At the very beginning of the movie the Enterprise captain SUCKS so Kirk gets all antsy until they let him drive. After that he gets killed by a space wave and then, his captaining days are over.
NOW - YEARS LATER - And before any of this other stuff happened, it looks like Kirk with get the ship passed on to him like a cheap hooker yet again. Needless to say I'm about to wet myself I'm so excited about this movie. I literally haven't been this Jazzed up since Matrix Revolutions.
I need a PIG!!!!1
After seeing this video of Kingsford the piglet I've definitively decided that I need a DUNDERPIG. That would be it's name, too. DUNDERPIG. I think my dog Skrappi would love a little pig to fallow him around like Kingsford does. Maybe that's what I'll get Skrappi for his 10th birthday, a little pig. He would LOVE it.
When I was little my cousins had a pig and I always thought it was creepy but now, with my life where it is, it would be totally appropriate. A little pot belly pig like this guy would totally fit into my world.
Kingsford Goes to the Beach - video powered by Metacafe
When I was little my cousins had a pig and I always thought it was creepy but now, with my life where it is, it would be totally appropriate. A little pot belly pig like this guy would totally fit into my world.
Kingsford Goes to the Beach - video powered by Metacafe
Hangover Hell.
Hangover Hell.
I don't know why I wake up every day between 7 and 8 am. No matter how much I drink, no matter how late I'm up, I'm always up early.
This morning I was still drunk when I awoke and decided to post all of my pics from last night on myspace, after thinking I had cleaned them up a bit. The progression of the night was apparent in the pictures, the first being a tame, cute pic of The Matty and I... the last being myself choked by an Amanda and another appearance by the barefooted nasty dancing couple...
After getting a bite to eat and reviewing some of my picture comment approvals that I had pending I looked over the album again and said to myself "Jejus, Justin..." and delete, delete, delete. I'm sure everyone involved will be glad to know I did NO tagging in this album.
I kissed a girl on a dare and said "Ew there's no facial hair!" and laughed like a little asian school girl. That was the first girl I have kissed in 11 years and I don't feel like I'm missing anything.
On another note, DUNDERBRAIN! will be welcoming a couple contributing authors soon, so keep an I out for their material popping up soon! Check out the film strip from last night. This is AFTER taking out a good 20 pictures or so of drunken tomfoolery.
I don't know why I wake up every day between 7 and 8 am. No matter how much I drink, no matter how late I'm up, I'm always up early.
This morning I was still drunk when I awoke and decided to post all of my pics from last night on myspace, after thinking I had cleaned them up a bit. The progression of the night was apparent in the pictures, the first being a tame, cute pic of The Matty and I... the last being myself choked by an Amanda and another appearance by the barefooted nasty dancing couple...
After getting a bite to eat and reviewing some of my picture comment approvals that I had pending I looked over the album again and said to myself "Jejus, Justin..." and delete, delete, delete. I'm sure everyone involved will be glad to know I did NO tagging in this album.
I kissed a girl on a dare and said "Ew there's no facial hair!" and laughed like a little asian school girl. That was the first girl I have kissed in 11 years and I don't feel like I'm missing anything.
On another note, DUNDERBRAIN! will be welcoming a couple contributing authors soon, so keep an I out for their material popping up soon! Check out the film strip from last night. This is AFTER taking out a good 20 pictures or so of drunken tomfoolery.
DUNDERBRAIN! PSP Wallpaper.
Make your PSP a DUNDERHEAD with this nifty jpeg for your next wallpaper!
Why are gay men obsessed with boobs?
Ladies, if you have EVER been out to a gay bar and you’ve got a decent rack you know what I’m talking about. Gay men are obsessed with boobs for some reason! I think I just figured out why I always see little boisterous busty girls running around gay bars, they get tons of attention!
I SWEAR every gay man does it. It’s a cleavage issue I think, and the bigger they are the harder it is to look away. I’m sure Freud would have a hay day with the subject. I’m a gay man and I’m secure with this fact, but I totally just caught myself ogling at a picture of a woman with big breasts. I really don’t think it’s an issue of arousal, because it doesn’t turn me on. Cleavage is like one of these.
I can imagine how a woman would get a lot more attention at a gay bar by showing off her rack than a straight bar. I can’t tell you how many myspace pictures I’ve seen of my gay friends where they’re at the bar with some girl, grabbing her breast. I’m sure there’s one or two out there of me but I would never admit to it.
I SWEAR every gay man does it. It’s a cleavage issue I think, and the bigger they are the harder it is to look away. I’m sure Freud would have a hay day with the subject. I’m a gay man and I’m secure with this fact, but I totally just caught myself ogling at a picture of a woman with big breasts. I really don’t think it’s an issue of arousal, because it doesn’t turn me on. Cleavage is like one of these.
I can imagine how a woman would get a lot more attention at a gay bar by showing off her rack than a straight bar. I can’t tell you how many myspace pictures I’ve seen of my gay friends where they’re at the bar with some girl, grabbing her breast. I’m sure there’s one or two out there of me but I would never admit to it.WHITE TRASH WEEK MARCH 22-28!!!
GET READY DUNDERHEADS! The last REAL week in March marks the first annual White Trash Week on DUNDERBRAIN! Here at DUNDERBRAIN we celebrate our white trash roots and everything that comes along with them. From things like Noodling that we looked at in yesterday’s entry to toilet bowl planters to the ever infamous mullet, we loves the essence of our lowest common denominator.
What is White Trash Week? It’s a week long online white trash party. March 22-28 everything featured on the website will be white trash oriented and be sure to eject a laugh or two. I really want to get as much original content as possible, be it pictures (original or your favorites from the web) videos, links, anything that our DUNDERHEADS out there love about white trash.
Just to show how hilariously tasteless this event will be, I sent out an invite on facebook last night around midnightish and by 8am 11 people have already flat out refused the invitation. Like they were saying “You know, we’re too good for this event, and we don’t even know how cool it’s going to be.”
Come check out the facebook invite here.
Email me any content you want featured on the site to JustinThymeRMT@yahoo.com. I want to get as much in as possible before March 22 when we officially kick off the event. Keep checking DUNDERBRAIN.com for updates.
BWAH! FISTING BADGERS!
OMG, Thank you to my dear friend Martin for passing this along to me. Its from NewsBiscuit, the much funnier "Onion" style satirical website.
Fisting Badgers.
Jesus.
This is horrible. I love it. But even though shoving your fist up a badger's anus for sport may not be real, any good redneck knows that shoving your fist down a catfish's throat is. Noodling, as it's known 'round these parts, is essentially catching catfish with your bare hands. I should have saved this for White Trash Week but I couldn't resist. DUNDERBRAIN needs a healthy dose of white trash. Check out this video from FearlessTV on YouTube.
Fisting Badgers.
Jesus.
This is horrible. I love it. But even though shoving your fist up a badger's anus for sport may not be real, any good redneck knows that shoving your fist down a catfish's throat is. Noodling, as it's known 'round these parts, is essentially catching catfish with your bare hands. I should have saved this for White Trash Week but I couldn't resist. DUNDERBRAIN needs a healthy dose of white trash. Check out this video from FearlessTV on YouTube.
2009 APRIL DUNDERFOOL - NOMINATE!
Who deserves the title of April DUNDERFOOL 2009? Should it be Sarah Palin for the Turkey Incident? Should it be Anna Wintour for that ridiculous Dune-style dress that everyone overlooked? Should it be Rush Limbaugh just for being Rush? WHO BY GOD, WHO? Nominate your candidate in the comments bellow to vote for the DUNDERFOOL 2009!
Blossom Goodchild. I miss you.
So today I was doing a StumbleUpon search for bigfoot and an article titled “Photos, DNA Of Bigfoot To Be Shown At Press Conference” and of course I got a little excited but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t that same story about the dumbass hillbillies from Georgia that stuffed a monkey suit full of dead possums and tried to freeze it in a solid block of ice… in a frost-free freezer. Needless to say their hoax was exposed…
I went ahead and clicked on SearchingForBigfoot.com, the homepage of the people that promoted the discovery but were unaware of the hoax to see what they’ve been up to lately. It seems like they’ve tried to separate themselves from the story as much as possible, but it makes me think of the other major “hoax” of last fall – Blossom Goodchild’s mass UFO sighting FAIL.
6 months ago I was anxiously awaiting a date that now I can’t even remember. I think it was October 11 maybe, but in case you’ve forgotten as well Australian actress and author Blossom Goodchild predicted that the Galactic Federation of Light would fly into our skies for the entire world to see, breaking open the truth of life on other planets.
Needless to say the GFL never showed. I was excited about it, just the shear stink on the web surrounding it was enough to draw me in. Did I really expect a giant ship to appear in the sky? I would say hoped more than expected, but what has Ms Goodchild been up to since then?
Absolutely nothing from what I can tell. I checked her website BlossomGoodchild.com and it looks exactly the same as before the failed sighting. I guess it’s hard to retrieve respect when you piss off that many new age nerds. I miss her though, she needs to pop off with some new prediction so I can have something new to wait for.
I went ahead and clicked on SearchingForBigfoot.com, the homepage of the people that promoted the discovery but were unaware of the hoax to see what they’ve been up to lately. It seems like they’ve tried to separate themselves from the story as much as possible, but it makes me think of the other major “hoax” of last fall – Blossom Goodchild’s mass UFO sighting FAIL.
6 months ago I was anxiously awaiting a date that now I can’t even remember. I think it was October 11 maybe, but in case you’ve forgotten as well Australian actress and author Blossom Goodchild predicted that the Galactic Federation of Light would fly into our skies for the entire world to see, breaking open the truth of life on other planets.
Needless to say the GFL never showed. I was excited about it, just the shear stink on the web surrounding it was enough to draw me in. Did I really expect a giant ship to appear in the sky? I would say hoped more than expected, but what has Ms Goodchild been up to since then?
Absolutely nothing from what I can tell. I checked her website BlossomGoodchild.com and it looks exactly the same as before the failed sighting. I guess it’s hard to retrieve respect when you piss off that many new age nerds. I miss her though, she needs to pop off with some new prediction so I can have something new to wait for.
"Forces" - Blind Freewriting
I think I could go out right now and find something to make me physically happy. I could make one call and I would feel accomplished in some way, that I can find someone begging for my body that will at least give me a temporary ego boost. But it isn’t sex that I want. It isn’t another warm body pressed against mine. It’s the love behind it. I miss the companionship of finding someone where I left when I get home. It’s the satisfaction of knowing that yes, someone is there to share my life with me.
Its not that I can’t manage by myself, I’m so used to being single at this point I can’t remember what its like to feel loved. There are those who love me, those who will always love me and I know that holds some kind of truth in my life but there’s something inside me that says I’m meant to find more. That this solo existence isn’t what life was made for. Call it the vision I had. Call it hope. Something just screams inside me that there has to be someone out there, even if it wasn’t a predestined someone, just someone to make my magnet attract. Someone there to activate my poles and draw me to theirs, somehow I think that’s the only way to truly experience life once you’ve experienced it alone.
My world has been dark for a year now and its finally getting to the point that I can see light. The hues around me are beginning to brighten but I want someone to share this light with. Plato said that we only know in this life what we already knew, but I think the way around this is to join with another person, a person that compliments what you already know to join together as one energetic being, drawing from each other’s sources as much as your own, working off mutual knowledge as a team to ascend this life into a completely new life with new knowledge and possibilities.
If Plato said we’re all living in a cave watching a film strip, what fun is watching a movie alone? When you see a movie with someone you share an experience, you leave the theater talking about it, you know where each other laughed, you know where each other cried, you know so much more about a person just by the simple act of watching a movie. Sure you can talk about it with your friends hours, days, or years after seeing it but you still didn’t share that connection of viewing it together.
In physics they’ve discovered forces that rule this physical plane, but what about the forces that govern what happens after we leave here? What if our emotions are the forces that progress our spirit through eternity, and love is what draws us together. Its like little soap bubbles, they attract to the ones they’re attracted to and become one until all the little soap bubbles are one big bubble. There’s no explanation as to why one soap bubble will merge with one instead of another, it’s a force we can’t comprehend.
That is love. It’s the force that draws us close to the one we fit best with to become a part of the whole, so we can keep popping into each other lifetime after lifetime, making bigger and bigger bubbles until from the bubbling froth we all get too big and pop into something completely new. This bubbling froth of the goddess’s womb is from where we’re produced, and to where we will go is just more knowledge and possibility.
Its not that I can’t manage by myself, I’m so used to being single at this point I can’t remember what its like to feel loved. There are those who love me, those who will always love me and I know that holds some kind of truth in my life but there’s something inside me that says I’m meant to find more. That this solo existence isn’t what life was made for. Call it the vision I had. Call it hope. Something just screams inside me that there has to be someone out there, even if it wasn’t a predestined someone, just someone to make my magnet attract. Someone there to activate my poles and draw me to theirs, somehow I think that’s the only way to truly experience life once you’ve experienced it alone.
My world has been dark for a year now and its finally getting to the point that I can see light. The hues around me are beginning to brighten but I want someone to share this light with. Plato said that we only know in this life what we already knew, but I think the way around this is to join with another person, a person that compliments what you already know to join together as one energetic being, drawing from each other’s sources as much as your own, working off mutual knowledge as a team to ascend this life into a completely new life with new knowledge and possibilities.
If Plato said we’re all living in a cave watching a film strip, what fun is watching a movie alone? When you see a movie with someone you share an experience, you leave the theater talking about it, you know where each other laughed, you know where each other cried, you know so much more about a person just by the simple act of watching a movie. Sure you can talk about it with your friends hours, days, or years after seeing it but you still didn’t share that connection of viewing it together.
In physics they’ve discovered forces that rule this physical plane, but what about the forces that govern what happens after we leave here? What if our emotions are the forces that progress our spirit through eternity, and love is what draws us together. Its like little soap bubbles, they attract to the ones they’re attracted to and become one until all the little soap bubbles are one big bubble. There’s no explanation as to why one soap bubble will merge with one instead of another, it’s a force we can’t comprehend.
That is love. It’s the force that draws us close to the one we fit best with to become a part of the whole, so we can keep popping into each other lifetime after lifetime, making bigger and bigger bubbles until from the bubbling froth we all get too big and pop into something completely new. This bubbling froth of the goddess’s womb is from where we’re produced, and to where we will go is just more knowledge and possibility.
DUNDERFAV - FMYLIFE.com
This has to be my new DUNDERFAV. As I sit inside and stare out my window at this bright, shiny, intolerable cold day when I can’t sit at the café and get inspired I will look at ANYTHING I can find online. I get all blocked so my blogs sound like “Sally fields ran track. But Sally Fields is still fat. Did she run track? I don’t know.” So I just delete them.
I just found fmylife.com. You have GOT to go check out this site, it’s absolutely awesome. If you’re having a bad day, if you think your life is screwed, submit your summary of the situation that happened and people give reactions letting you know if yes, your life is indeed F***ed, or if you probably had it coming.
I had a talk with someone today about people and their problems. Everyone has problems, how you choose to deal with them is what makes your life F***ed. I made the mistake of watching “The Secret” Saturday then going to the bar and having a little too much to drink. Well... 3 bars actually. Or 4. Whatever. For some reason I turn into Tony Robbins and give total strangers pep talks about how great of a person they are. Anyway, after watching The Secret I was so excited about the idea of creating my own reality that while stumbling around the bar I felt like I HAD to share it.
So yeah, I may have made a little bit of an ass out of myself. But it was fun. Either way, right now I don’t really feel like my life is very F***ed.
But these people’s are.
I just found fmylife.com. You have GOT to go check out this site, it’s absolutely awesome. If you’re having a bad day, if you think your life is screwed, submit your summary of the situation that happened and people give reactions letting you know if yes, your life is indeed F***ed, or if you probably had it coming.
I had a talk with someone today about people and their problems. Everyone has problems, how you choose to deal with them is what makes your life F***ed. I made the mistake of watching “The Secret” Saturday then going to the bar and having a little too much to drink. Well... 3 bars actually. Or 4. Whatever. For some reason I turn into Tony Robbins and give total strangers pep talks about how great of a person they are. Anyway, after watching The Secret I was so excited about the idea of creating my own reality that while stumbling around the bar I felt like I HAD to share it.
So yeah, I may have made a little bit of an ass out of myself. But it was fun. Either way, right now I don’t really feel like my life is very F***ed.
But these people’s are.
Seriously, FROM *GAY* HELL.
I hate gay.com news… it’s always some pretentious queen trying to act like he knows what he’s talking about… eh-hem… *blush*… anyway, this story struck me – apparently there’s some guy-on-guy action coming up in Guy Ritchie’s new Sherlock Holmes movie.
Robert Downey Jr will portray Holmes and that guy that used to be in movies, what’s his name? He was pretty good – oh yeah, JUDE LAW – to play Watson. Personally I don’t see Law as much of Watson, but I don’t see Eddie Murphy as the Riddler in the next Batman movie. I PRAY this is only a rumor, but then again who saw Heath Ledger as The Joker?
So the reason this popped up on gay.com is according to Robert Downey Jr Holmes and Watson are “two men who happen to be roommates, wrestle a lot and share a bed. It’s badass.” So basically “From Hell” with buttsecks, full of creepy 19th century hookers, absinthe, and opium dens – and apparently 19th century homosexuals. My BFFSarah has an odd fascination and fear with all things 19th century: Spindly moustaches, the High Wheel Bicycle, the High Wheel TRICYCLE, back street abortions, bathtub gin, anything that happened between 1801-1899.
One year she had an 1800’s theme birthday party where she dressed as a flapper girl. I always wondered why they called them flappers; it makes me think of Sarah Silverman’s “floppy vagina” episode… anyway, I came as a backstreet abortion doctor. It was totally easy and tasteless, all I did was slick my hair back, wear a pin-line moustache, wear a trench coat, and carry a straightened clothes hanger with red fingernail polish on the end. It was horrible and tasteless – in other words a major hit.
Check out the story on gay.com news here.
A Night of Twisted Brain Cinema...
I slept like a log last night, but apparently my biological clock was ticking out of control. I had some strange, twisted dreams that were far too real… They say that through a night you have 7 dreams but you only remember a couple. Last night I remembered two. And they SUCKED.
In the first dream I was about to be a father. I was hanging out with “the daddy club” aka my friends that have kids, Shawn and Zac. We were all really excited because I was about to join “the Daddy Club”, and my surrogate had a little girl and in the process of her dream I watched her grow up. She was a really cute little girl with blonde hair and looked like a cuter, more feminine me.
The next dream I was sitting at the Peanut Butter Café with my high school Government and Sociology teacher Susan Landon, one of my exes, and the guy my ex was dating in the dream. As Susan sat down with a bottle of wine, de-corking it, she started a conversation about how weird it is when people invite their exes to their weddings. I agreed but then my ex’s dream boyfriend said “oh well I hope that’s different this time because we want you to come to our wedding!” and I was like “and you can suck a glock” but not really, in the dream I laughed at them like you do at an old couple who tells you they’re going skydiving. It’s like “great, have fun, but you’re 90 and your bones are made of dust.”
In the first dream I was about to be a father. I was hanging out with “the daddy club” aka my friends that have kids, Shawn and Zac. We were all really excited because I was about to join “the Daddy Club”, and my surrogate had a little girl and in the process of her dream I watched her grow up. She was a really cute little girl with blonde hair and looked like a cuter, more feminine me.
The next dream I was sitting at the Peanut Butter Café with my high school Government and Sociology teacher Susan Landon, one of my exes, and the guy my ex was dating in the dream. As Susan sat down with a bottle of wine, de-corking it, she started a conversation about how weird it is when people invite their exes to their weddings. I agreed but then my ex’s dream boyfriend said “oh well I hope that’s different this time because we want you to come to our wedding!” and I was like “and you can suck a glock” but not really, in the dream I laughed at them like you do at an old couple who tells you they’re going skydiving. It’s like “great, have fun, but you’re 90 and your bones are made of dust.”
a social network for myspace and facebook to give swirlies to.
I have been on MySpace for about 4 years now, to this day on MySpace I have 523 blog posts and 16,105 visitors and I haven’t even really touched that thing in a while. Anyway, the point is, although MySpace is fun it’s more or less geared for the mindless and bored. A European country however has developed their own social network organized through a network of famous museums. So it’s like a social network for the intelligent!
On this upcoming website you can talk to your smart friends, start smart-sounding groups about Matisse or Queen Victoria instead of the “UFO Alliance”, “Planet X”, “Spiritual Gathering”, “Bitch + The Exciting Conclusion Fan Club”, and “The Exoterran Rights Movement” groups that I joined up with on MySpace. Doesn't this just sound like a website that other social networks would push down to steal it's lunch money?
Things like this are always a lot of fun, believe me I’ve hit up a lot of different social networks and really it always comes back to two, the ‘Space and the ‘Face (MySpace and facebook for those of you who are network declined). Who knows, maybe someday another will pop up will the same drawing power as the ‘Space and the ‘Face but until then those two remain the King and Queen of the internet in my heart.
Check it out here.
On this upcoming website you can talk to your smart friends, start smart-sounding groups about Matisse or Queen Victoria instead of the “UFO Alliance”, “Planet X”, “Spiritual Gathering”, “Bitch + The Exciting Conclusion Fan Club”, and “The Exoterran Rights Movement” groups that I joined up with on MySpace. Doesn't this just sound like a website that other social networks would push down to steal it's lunch money?
Things like this are always a lot of fun, believe me I’ve hit up a lot of different social networks and really it always comes back to two, the ‘Space and the ‘Face (MySpace and facebook for those of you who are network declined). Who knows, maybe someday another will pop up will the same drawing power as the ‘Space and the ‘Face but until then those two remain the King and Queen of the internet in my heart.
Check it out here.
Now THAT's getting into your part!
Talk about method acting… Scott Siegel, an actor who played a steroid dealer on the show “The Wrestler” was busted… for selling steroids! Maybe he was doing research for a role, if that’s the case I shudder to think what Anthony Hopkins had to do for research on role HE played!
Siegel led police on some huge bollucky chase where he tried to slam into police cars and hit pedestrians, he probably tried to hit old grandmothers pushing babies in carriages or something as well.
I’ve known some INSANE actors in my time that get way too into their
roles. One woman I knew would stress herself out so much to play her part she would hyperventilate between scenes and go a bit nuts, as if the scene had never ended.Another man I knew, not an actor per say but more like a “life performer”. I had the honor of meeting composer Mark Adamo after a performance of Lysistrata at the Seagle Music Colony in upstate New York. The man was AMAZING, he would flail about as he spoke, contorting his body into positions most yoga gurus would have trouble with. He wore bright button up shirts with bright white pants, and never shared a dull moment. The guy was wildly amazing.
Anyway, as he was leaving he walked by the group I was standing with, fluttered about and bid us all farewell, then got in his car and drove away. I was really disappointed that he didn’t sprout wings and fly away.
Read the whole story about Scott Siegel here…
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