Bea In The Middle

So as some of you may have heard, Dame Bea Arthur put on her golden wings and went up to Heaven a few weeks back.

In honor of her passing, Amber and I dutifully downloaded her guest-starring role on Malcolm In The Middle and watched it on that Traffic Cone Application on the laptop.

Turns out we could have just taken advantage of the work this buddy did - herewith the highlights.



I'm surprised by how sweet it is, particular the Abba bit at the end. Thanks, Bea!

False In Advertising

This blog here collected some unfortunately named products - in some cases the names make sense in the products' home countries, in some cases not. Here are my favorites:

Rarely would I mix the concepts of this product's title and its purported use.

Personally, if this meant Giant Cat I'd sure buy a bag.

This is Australian, and one more reason to enjoy their culture. Who doesn't like Gay Ice Cream?

I actually had a packet of this at one point, but it didn't make some move or another. David brought it back for me from Jamaica after his whole Peace Corps thing.

Thanks again, Internet! A lazy bloggers dream!

Two Great Tastes, Or, How Kermit Begat Liz

So on Saturday at Taco Club (follow the link to see photographic evidence of mirth) we watched The Muppets Take Manhattan, a delightful addition to the Muppet oeuvre. Ever since then I've had Muppets on the brain, but not as much as this guy, who purports that 30 Rock, another favorite of mine, is a direct descendent of The Muppet Show - much like Man is maybe, maybe not descended from Apes, or Kitty Cats from Dinosaurs.

I won't JD his entire post since you can read it yourself, but his photographic evidence is pretty danging, including the above snap of the main characters, and below of two of the key supporting ones.
He also helpfully reminds us of this great bit, which is pretty Muppet-friendly.

Thanks, Stranger, for pointing this out! And, for providing me with Content.

Also? A Gay Old Time

These are all over the web now anyway, but just for fun, herewith the opening and closing numbers from last night's Tony's. Me, I went to bed after Dame Angela won and Jane Fonda lost, so I'm sure glad someone taped Mr. Patrick Harris' closing bit.

The opener is just how I like 'em, big and bold. And can you get gayer than Elton, Liza, and Dolly sharing a stage? Plus Stockard C dueting with that Hair hottie?

The opener:



& the closer:



Thanks, Broadway

Elements of Surprise

This weekend Kevin asked me what asked me what surprised me most about my new apartment.

Was there a flightpath overhead? A ghost in the walls? Flash flooding?

No, it was that when it rained really hard all day on Friday, the elements crept into my place.

And then, when you look up? You can see the Heavens.


I think it's going to be REALLY easy for Santa to come in this year!

While I was searching the internet for ways to have this fixed, I came across this youtube video of a Hummel figurine of a chimney sweep rescuing a cat. The internet, apparently, has everything.

Balloon Man

I sure haven't done the best job of blogging the past few days. Partly that's due to the spotty (yet free!) Internet I'm getting at my new place, and partly that's due to me watching that Bonnie Tyler video over and over again.

I thought I'd update everyone on my sleeping situation. Due to a Sears Mishap, I have moved in to my new place but my bed has not yet moved in with me. Keep everything crossed for me that the Simmons Diani Plus Queen Mattress arrives this Saturday, as most recently promised.

In the meantime, I'm surprisingly comfortable on my temporary bed, despite any objections my dear friend Phyllis might have made.

Literal Eclipse of the Heart

I really would be all unpacked by now if I wasn't watching this over, and over, and over...