Seriously Japan - WTF?

If Ever There Was a Mini Golf Game I Wanted To Join

Reasons #458, #459, & #460 That Catpaint Is Awesome

Beach memories never seemed so family-friendly. Also, you can just IMAGINE how tight my tum is and how big my muscles are!




Also? I kinda want to invent TyPaint, so I can replicate that face he's making over Paul's shoulder.

Live Blogging! Unbe-weave-able!

First casualty of Pride.

My Personal Venn Diagram Exploded: or, There Goes Another Stritchy Clone

On her new album Laurie Anderson just swiped a joke from Stritchy. (you can stream the album at NPR right here)
It reminds me of the time I saw Stritchy at the Cafe Carlyle, and in the middle of "Send in the Clowns" she sang "We should put some mountains over there. Otherwise what will the characters fall off of?" Or not.

Isn't it? Isn't it just like a performance artist?

Doubt It

What Are They Building In There?

My neighbors, they ordered a beam.

God's Sacredest Creatures

Recently, someone sent me this Unicorn Serenade.


I thought it was the gayest* unicorn thing ever.**

And then? I found this.



God Bless, America. And Unicorns.

*not necessarily a bad thing
**definitely not necessarily a bad thing.

Thursday Mornings Are The Laziest!

Imagine The Heavenly Reunion Happening RIGHT NOW!

Edith Shain, best known as the nurse kissing a sailor in the iconic photograph, has died at age 91. The photo was taken in Times Square on August 14th, 1945, when thousands converged there to celebrate victory over Japan.

Sadly, Shain never really found out who that sailor was. She came forward as the woman in the photo decades after it was snapped, and in 2008 she told the Daily News, "In retrospect, I should have said, 'Hey, wait a minute!' and gotten his name and number."

(from Gothamist)

Why There Is No 'Pal' in 'Principle'

Here is the story of how I went out during lunch the other day to get cat food and turned into Ralph Nader.

The story in visuals:

As you can see I bought four cans of noms, and because I like to collect points I charged the $2.36. Whatever, it's my right.

However, the lady rang up $2.39. Not a big deal, right? And yet, the principle!

I pointed out the difference and she kept trying to tell me it was the "tax," dismissively and rudely. I stood my ground. I called over a manager and explained my story, stressing it was not about the actual money involved.

She was very nice, and gave me three pennies. Win!

But then? I got back to work and noticed that three of the four cans were $0.65 and one was $0.59, and the cashier accidentally just charged me 4 x $0.59, plus of course the three cent typo.

In the end, a boring tale, except I won a battle against the man even though it was only for three cents and really I ended up ripping them off for $0.18 (originally only $0.15), and Zach got food. Win win!

A Bendel Bonnet, A Shakespeare Sonnet

As we can all remember, I have the maturity level of a 12 year old. That's fine, I have no shame.

Whenever I'm see a sign advertising a certain thing that may be also be representative of a different certain thing, I take a picture of it.

To wit:

This is the only good thing about the JC Penney on 34th Street, which refuses to carry Size Small undershirts (some of us have small torsos!)

"Oh yeah, whatever, okey doke, I'm a bottom..."

The best part is that Evan took a pic of this too.

While this was NOT the best part of last year's trip to Charleston, it was fun spotting this with David while Elena tried on American dungarees:

I loved the juxtaposition of these two at the T.J. Maxx on the Cape, where Sarah taught me how you can complain about a scratch on sunglasses and get 10% knocked off the price.




Know what? It's not just clothing stores:


My favorite ever is probably this one I took in Sarah's office building. NEVER lock a bottom.

Anyway, on Sunday I got the Holy Grail at the Folsom Street East festival a few blocks away.



Yep, that's right - Tops And Bottoms Wanted Gum. God Bless, America.

This Is What The Baby Does

So I texted this picture to my sister.

Her response:

And then later Baby did this:
The End.

The Best Part of Monday Morning

Live Blogging! I Don't Want Either

Limelight Marketplace, I file you under Great Idea FAIL.

Really, Vladimir Vladimirovich Would Have Loved It

My company ain't perfect, but Penguin sure has had a Nabokovian year of flukes.

This week their UK company shipped a printing of LOLITA without the John Ray (fictional) forward.

And of course a few months ago their Australian division had to pulp 7000 copies of a pasta cookbook that called for "freshly ground black people" to be added to a recipe instead of "freshly ground black pepper."

Anyway, that's all I'm saying. Pnin rules.

Yes Way, José

Rest in Peace, Senhor Saramago.

I really liked Blindness, so much so that I never saw the movie (cf The Hours, Home At The end of the World, and up until last year, Lolita).

I also really liked The Stone Raft, in which the Iberian Peninsula detaches from the rest of Europe and floats away. I don't remember how it ends, but I love the story. It made me decide that if Manhattan Island does the same, I'm going to squat in a room at the Maritime Hotel, because, you know, it only makes sense.

That's What Hitch Said, Too

If this was Facebook, I'd tag you all.

Comity. Good Times.

And Once More, In The Papers

I am always excited when Batman makes a surprise appearance in breaking news.

2 Things: In The Papers

Really, Lamestream Media?

I kinda expect as much from the Post. I'm glad to have new definitions of "Tie" and "Win" though.


Truly, someone at the Daily Beast was REALLY proud of herself for slipping this one in:

Shoulder, Angel

Mr. Bynx, 1993-2010

He was a good puss, I'm glad I got to meet him.

Give your puss an extra smoosh today.

Live Blogging! Bamboo! ART!

Kitty Business

I love it when the kitty plays Rose & Sadie.

and the original:

That's What Hitch Said

The actual line is a bit different, but I do believe Alfred Hitchcock just made a "That's what she said" joke.

Who knew that even back then this was so big (TWSS).

Live Blogging! Home From Canada

What a great program on my TV!

Kittens Are A Place On Earth

One thing Evan and I like to do is go see Sandra Bernhard where she is an incidental guest at an event.

In honor of this theme, last week we went on an excursion all the way to the UES to see Ms. Bernhard interview Belinda Carlisle at a B&N, in honor of her newly published memoir, Lips Unsealed (great title).

However, not being megafans, we didn't line up at 8am that morning to buy copies of the book to get wristbands so we could sit inside the little theatre and watch the event. Instead, we sat outside on the ground in front of the Sci Fi / Fantasy section and watched it over the shoulder of some really testy queens on closed circuit TV. Whatevs.

Anyway, the real highlight was not Belinda nor Sandra. It was when we got back to my place and helped Zach put on his Sirotan disguise.

He knew it was a game so he pretended to struggle a bit.

He's such a kidder.
In the end, he was extra handsome.


So in conclusion, Friendship is great. It can be interviewing your old pal at a UES B&N about her new memoir and 30 year (THIRTY YEAR!) cocaine addiction, or it can be helping a wee little friend into his dolphin costume. God Bless, Friendship.

Dance Of The Seven Rues

Yesterday was a bit stinkypants at work, and the worst of it is I didn't really give Rue McClanahan a proper send-off.

You can click around the interwebs to find Golden Girls highlights. Now for something completely different.

God Bless, B movies. And Doolittle.

Summer of Death, Part 2 - we're ready for you.

Betty White Victorious

She shall be missed. I saw Rue once, hosting F@ggot Feud at Barracuda, sometime in the late 90s when the $5 cover made me think twice.

If I Were A Bell

This is how I like to experience my art.

Death of the Spider-Woman

In honor of Ms. Louise Bourgeois going up to heaven this weekend, here's a picture I took of one of her spider sculptures at Storm King.

Also? Here's the full bleed picture Robert Mapplethorple took of her. They cropped it for the MoMA catalog when she had her retrospective there. Wonder why.

Ribaldry!

And also also? Here's the first Spider-Woman I knew and loved.



The End.