Monday, September 28, 2009

Video for Gayborhood Games posted

Sorry for the poor quality; there was serious club lighting going on there.

BTW, Christopher Ciccone was awfully grim-looking for a guy whose claim to fame is ratting out his famous sister. I'm just sayin'. Not that I wouldn't do the same to a famous relative. I'm just waiting for one of my own siblings to become a celebrity so I can do a tell-all book and then judge a gay talent competition.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Gayborhood Games...lost!

Well, I competed against three other comedians in the Gayborhood Games but did not win. (I don't know how I ranked in the competition, either; the judges did not disclose that information.) The winning comedian, Jess Carpenter, deserved his victory; his set was a nice intersection of quality material and commanding delivery, and as soon as he left the stage I knew he was going to win. Yay Jess!

I was Comedian #1, for which I was profoundly grateful; I have learned that in bar shows you never, ever want to go last no matter how prestigious that position might be. The later you go on, the drunker and rowdier the crowd. I like to get on and off the stage while the audience is mainly sober. The judges seemed to like me, and I got some laughs from the rest of the crowd. The venue was in the round, though, which was a new experience for me. I didn't want to turn my back on the judges, but neither did I want to ignore the folks behind me. Argh. Sorry, folks behind me, but you weren't voting on my performance. As it happened, of course, that didn't matter anyway.

It was a fun night, though; I got to watch other comedians and a bunch of vocalists and drag acts and sample some cakes made by various gayborhood chefs, all for free. I also got to gossip with three other gay comedians...tee-hee!

On to The Attack of the 1-4-5 Show!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Mrs. Butterworth!

Dan and I were at the SuperFresh at 10th & South last night, looking at Mrs. Butterworth syrup and noting that the bottle was now plastic instead of glass. We weren't interested in buying it, mind you, but we were commenting on how much the bottle looked like the female Changeling from "Deep Space Nine." (UltimateSean gets the original credit for that comparison, by the way.) Anyway, along comes none other than District Attorney Lynne Abraham. I'm kind of a fan of hers, so I greeted her and she was very friendly. She thought we were mulling over syrup choices, so right there she gave us a tutorial on the comparative virtues of this or that syrup. It was great, and so informative that by that point I almost wanted pancakes for dinner. Isn't that like some strange dream?

Did a tasting at the caterer's yesterday, and I had a piece of cake that was absolutely divine. It was so good I almost wept. Can't wait to have more on the 10th!

Friday, September 04, 2009

If you want to hear a smack-down...

Listen to an archived episode of Radio Times (from September 2) about the investigation into CIA interrogation techniques. Scott Horton totally schools Edward Turzanski, who does all but admit that he thinks that torture is legally defensible under the proper circumstances. If you agree with Turzanski you won't like the episode; if you don't, you will love it!

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Love. Her.

I have a total crush on Sarah Palin, but it's nothing sexual. She's cute, all right, but her life is what really turns me on. She's a reality TV show just waiting to happen, and I want to direct it! Vanity Fair is running an article by Levi Johnston about the former governor, and I think I am going to buy it. The more scurrilous the gossip, the more closely I will read. Yum!

Oh, If you're wondering if I think Johnston is cute, let me lay it out for you. He's kind of hot in that only-because-I-am-young way, but fast forward 15 years and I think he's going to be gross. Seriously. So I don't get too excited about him.

I am still with WolfBlock, which at this point is kind of like Gollum. You can still sort of tell what it used to be, but by now it's worn and hollowed out and yet shambles on. At this point the management (or what's left of it) is literally selling the furniture from under us. I tell you, before the leaves fall we'll be working on desks made of boxes.