Wednesday, February 29, 2012

RIP, Davy Jones

Of all the crushes I had as a kid, the majority of which were on women that I idolized, the only crushes I had on men (until about the age of 17) were on The Monkees, whose TV show I watched daily. I don't know whom I crushed on more, though Davy Jones was by far the cutest...or maybe Mickey...or maybe Peter...or maybe, definitely Davy.

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Happy Hump Day

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Books on the Web: Geoff Dyer's Zona


In Zona, Geoff Dyer confronts a giant: Russian visionary filmmaker Andrei Tarkovsky. During his peripatetic career, Dyer has tackled literature, photography, jazz, fiction, painting, food, memoir and travel essays. He is a relentlessly restless writer — utterly contemporary and light on his feet. It's fascinating to see him take on this master of stillness, timelessness and heavy self-regard.

Consciousnesses collide, overlap, meld — and if nothing else, the book is a mesmerizing mashup of sensibilities.

For decades, Dyer has been obsessed with Tarkovsky's richly suggestive 1979 masterwork, Stalker. Perhaps in an effort to exorcise its hold on him, Dyer takes us step by step through the film, detailing what scans as a rather uneventful plot.

Stalker tells the story of three men — known as the Writer, the Professor and the Stalker — who make their way through the mysterious Zone, a sealed-off area possibly created by a meteor.

Within the Zone lies the even more mysterious "Room," where, it's said, your deepest desires might be fulfilled. But first, you must survive the dangerous journey there — a glacially paced sojourn replete with frights that are almost completely in the characters' heads. (Watching the film before you read the book is highly recommended. Think of them as an aesthetic two-pack of sorts.)

Stalker has been said to prophesize the events at Chernobyl or reflect the Soviet gulags. It has been called a twist on The Wizard of Oz.

Click over to read an excerpt of the book.

Oh, Westerns...

Dear Writers of Westerns, there is nothing gayer in the world (well in a world in which you are nominally attempting to be masculine) than a man in chaps, shirtless, with a bandana around his neck.

So Cute: Brandon Morgan and Dalan Wells

Via Towleroad

"We've known each other for four years, but we only just started going out this last deployment," explains Morgan. "And I've known how I've felt about him - ever since we've met but had to keep it down."

"Down" because it's only been six months since the Don't ask, Don't tell law was repealed. Without it, the couple says they'd likely have reunited with a simple handshake.

"Apparently this photo has been dubbed 'The Kiss Seen or Heard ‘Round the World' and is breaking barriers," says Morgan. "People feel more confident to live their own life and be truthful to who they know they are."

The couple started dating via Facebook two months ago – while Morgan was on his third overseas deployment in four years.

"That's why that kiss was so crazy. It was the first kiss!" says Wells.

Click over to watch the video of the interview! DAMN! It makes me think love is possible in the warm, fuzzy feeling that typically only celluloid allows.

Wednesday Beau

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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Rumour: Benedict Cumberbatch Coming to Doctor Who

Via io9

Sherlock star Benedict Cumberbatch is ruling science fiction and fantasy right now — he's playing Smaug in The Hobbit, and he's coming to blows with Spock in the new Star Trek movie. But could he make it a hat-trick with a crucial role in Doctor Who?

That's the rumor being spread by Britain's ever-reliable tabloids. The Daily Express claims that Cumberbatch will join the show as the Doctor's arch nemesis, the Master, in time for its 50th anniversary next year.

Gay Marines Kiss and eCommerce Wage Slavery

Image and link via NPR: Gay Marine's Kiss was four years of pent-up emotion and secret love!

I'm posting the above not simply because I want to post it. I'm sure you all have seen this over the past day.

I'm posting it to give you something happy and joyful to come back to after reading the following excerpt of an article from Mother Jones.

Via BoingBoing

Mother Jones's Mac McClelland goes underground at an unnamed ecommerce packing facility in a rural American town and reports on the terrible, back-breaking working conditions that are compounded by continuous verbal abuse, unsafe working conditions, mandatory overtime, and humiliating disciplinary procedures.

At lunch, the most common question, aside from "Which offensive dick-shaped product did you handle the most of today?" is "Why are you here?" like in prison. A guy in his mid-20s says he's from Chicago, came to this state for a full-time job in the city an hour away from here because "Chicago's going down." His other job doesn't pay especially well, so he's here—pulling 10.5-hour shifts and commuting two hours a day—anytime he's not there. One guy says he's a writer; he applies for grants in his time off from the warehouse. A middle-aged lady near me used to be a bookkeeper. She's a peak-season hire, worked here last year during Christmas, too. "What do you do the rest of the year?" I ask. "Collect unemployment!" she says, and laughs the sad laugh you laugh when you're saying something really unfunny. All around us in the break room, mothers frantically call home. "Hi, baby!" you can hear them say; coos to children echo around the walls the moment lunch begins. It's brave of these women to keep their phones in the break room, where theft is so high—they can't keep them in their cars if they want to use them during the day, because we aren't supposed to leave the premises without permission, and they can't take them onto the warehouse floor, because "nothing but the clothes on your backs" is allowed on the warehouse floor (anything on your person that Amalgamated sells can be confiscated—"And what does Amalgamated sell?" they asked us in training. "Everything!"). I suppose that if I were responsible for a child, I would have no choice but to risk leaving my phone in here, too. But the mothers make it quick. "How are you doing?" "Is everything okay?" "Did you eat something?" "I love you!" and then they're off the phone and eating as fast as the rest of us. Lunch is 29 minutes and 59 seconds—we've been reminded of this: "Lunch is not 30 minutes and 1 second"—that's a penalty-point-earning offense—and that includes the time to get through the metal detectors and use the disgustingly overcrowded bathroom—the suggestion board hosts several pleas that someone do something about that smell—and time to stand in line to clock out and back in. So we chew quickly, and are often still chewing as we run back to our stations.

The days blend into each other. But it's near the end of my third day that I get written up. I sent two of some product down the conveyor line when my scanner was only asking for one; the product was boxed in twos, so I should've opened the box and separated them, but I didn't notice because I was in a hurry. With an hour left in the day, I've already picked 800 items. Despite moving fast enough to get sloppy, my scanner tells me that means I'm fulfilling only 52 percent of my goal. A supervisor who is a genuinely nice person comes by with a clipboard listing my numbers. Like the rest of the supervisors, she tries to create a friendly work environment and doesn't want to enforce the policies that make this job so unpleasant. But her hands are tied. She needs this job, too, so she has no choice but to tell me something I have never been told in 19 years of school or at any of some dozen workplaces."You're doing really bad," she says.

I'll admit that I did start crying a little. Not at work, thankfully, since that's evidently frowned upon, but later, when I explained to someone over Skype that it hurts, oh, how my body hurts after failing to make my goals despite speed-walking or flat-out jogging and pausing every 20 or 30 seconds to reach on my tiptoes or bend or drop to the floor for 10.5 hours, and isn't it awful that they fired Brian because he had a baby, and, in fact, when I was hired I signed off on something acknowledging that anyone who leaves without at least a week's notice—whether because they're a journalist who will just walk off or because they miss a day for having a baby and are terminated—has their hours paid out not at their hired rate but at the legal minimum. Which in this state, like in lots of states, is about $7 an hour. Thank God that I (unlike Brian, probably) didn't need to pay for opting into Amalgamated's "limited" health insurance program. Because in my 10.5-hour day I'll make about $60 after taxes.

Ah, America...where opportunity lies under every bush and the streets are paved with gold.

Isn't Everyday Matthew Mitcham Day

Via AfterElton

Un chant d'amour (nouveau)

Un chant d'amour(nouveau) from SAM SCOTT SCHIAVO on Vimeo.

Via AfterElton

Tuesday Beau

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Monday, February 27, 2012

Monday Night Beau

Via Bill in Exile

Something a little naughtier to make up for not having anything waiting for you this fine morning.

Beau: Jake Andrews and Andrew Christian

Via Back2Stonewall

Oh Even Happier...

Via New York Daily News:

Bradley Manning, U.S. soldier accused of leaking material to WikiLeaks, among those nominated for Nobel Peace Prize

My Happiest Moment of the Day

Via E! Online

Must Listen: Dante's Won't Go

Via Arjan Writes

Monday Review: Just Kids

I finished Patti Smith's Just Kids over the weekend. It wasn't quite what I expected. My experience of Smith up to this point has been 3 songs: Land: Horses, Rock 'N' Roll Nigga and Because the Night. And my experience of Robert Mapplethorpe would lead me to believe that Just Kids would be a loud homage to the beginnings of punk in both art and music. But it isn't. I was surprised at how quiet the book is. Quiet and musing and calm.

All I know about Robert Mapplethorpe is a handful of his photographs from, I assume, his "shy pornographer" days. I've always felt some affinity to him: Smith writes of a show at a gallery in which flowers and porn and drawings and whatnot appeared next to each other, as though there isn't ever in question that they go naturally together - which I agree with and which is why this blog is what it is. Regardless of the disapproval of others.

But just as much as Just Kids is a portrait - mostly of Mapplethorpe (Smith doesn't really seem to focus in on herself until the last 30 or so pages) - it is just as much a landscape: of New York, Max's Kansas City, the Chelsea Hotel, CBGB's, and a moment that was both a beginning and an ending. Smith comments on being pregnant with her second child, "Within that moment was trust, compassion, and our mutual sense of irony. He was carrying death within him and I was carrying life."

Below find some moments that spoke directly to me.

Sometimes I would awaken and find him working in the dim light of votive candles. Adding touches to a drawing, turning the work this way and that, he would examine it from every angle. Pensive, preoccupied, he'd look up and see me watching him and he'd smile. That smile broke through anything else he was feeling or experiencing - even later, when he was dying, in mortal pain.

In the war of magic and religion, is magic ultimately the victor? Perhaps priest and magician were once one, but the priest, learning humility in he face of God, discarded the spell for prayer.

Robert trusted in the law of empathy, by which he could, by his will, transfer himself into an object or a work of art, and thus influence the outer world. He did not feel redeemed by the work he did. He did not seek redemption. He sought to see what others did not, the projection of his imagination. (61)

In my low periods, I wondered what was the point of creating art. For whom? Are we animating God? Are we talking to ourselves? And what was the ultimate goal? To have one's work caged in art's great zoos - the Modern, the Met, the Louvre?

I craved honestly, yet found dishonesty in myself. Why commit to art? For self-realization, or for itself? It seemed indulgent to add to the glut unless one offered illumination.

Often I'd sit and try to write or draw, but all of the manic activity in the streets, coupled with the Vietnam War, made my efforts seem meaningless. I could not identify with political movements. In trying to join them I felt overwhelmed by yet another form of bureaucracy. I wondered if anything I did mattered.

Robert had little patience with these introspective bouts of mine. He never seemed to question his artistic drives, and by his example, I understood that what matters is the work: the string of words propelled by God becoming a poem, the weave of color and graphite scrawled upon the sheet that magnifies His motion. To achieve within the work a perfect balance of faith and execution. From this state of mind comes a light, life-charged.

Picasso didn't crawl in a shell when his beloved Basque country was bombed. He reacted by creating a masterpiece in Guernica to remind us of the injustices committed against his people. When I had extra money I'd go to the Museum of Modern Art and sit before Guernica, spending long hours considering the fallen horse and the eye of the bulb shining over the sad spoils of war. Then I'd get back to work. (65)

I Quit My Server Job

Friday, February 24, 2012

PopMatter's Counterbalance

Over at PopMatters, they have a blog section called Counterbalance in which two bloggers discuss the Canon of great music. The latest entry is No. 70 - Portishead's Dummy and one of my favorite albums - this bitch is almost 20 years old!

What the blog does is take the top 3000 albums of all time and two bloggers discuss whether a particular album is deserving of that title. Well almost all time, the albums come from a website which hasn't been updated since 2010, but apparently it's a Swedish site in which someone has developed a mathematical formula to "enumerate" the greatest albums and songs - evah!

And honestly, I don't know if they'll do all 3000 - currently they're up to 70 like I said.

Daniel Comes Out to His Mom

I tear up when she goes to hug him. :)

Your Theme Music For Today

Friday Beau: Antonio Biaggi

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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Happy Belated

A happy belated birthday to Edward Gorey. He would've been 87 yesterday.

Via A Different Stripe

Anne Frank Baptized for the 10th Time This Weekend

Via Jezebel:

There's been some chatter in the news lately about the Mormon church's bizarre habit of baptizing non-Mormons who have died. They've done it on all kinds of famous deceased people—Elvis, Shakespeare, and even Jesus Christ himself. This past weekend they baptized Anne Frank, WWII diarist and victim of the Holocaust. That's strange enough, but it turns out this is at least the tenth time they've baptized her. She's probably covered by now, people. Maybe it's time to let up.

Beau Bloggers: Arjan Timmermans

Lord, he's gorgeous!

Arjan Timmermans of

This Week's Cute Couple...

...or Mark Ronson talks about his work on the new Rufus Wainwright album

Via arjanwrites:

During GRAMMY Week, I had a chance to catch up with British producer Mark Ronson (Amy Winehouse, Duran Duran, Lily Allen) to talk about some of his upcoming projects, including his production work on Rufus Wainwright's much-anticipated new album, entitled "Out Of The Game." Described in a press release as a labor of love for both Wainwright and Ronson, Rufus calls his new album, "the most pop album I've ever made," while Ronson says that, "it’s the best work of my career."

Recorded in Brooklyn, New York in the fall of 2011, the twelve songs are hook-laden, memorably arranged tracks reminiscent of Rufus’ early work and take listeners back to the heydays of '70s singer/songwriter pop. Album tracks include: "Out Of The Game," "Jericho," "Welcome To The Ball," "Montauk," "Bitter Tears," "Respectable Dive" and "Perfect Man."

Ronson spoke with great affection about his work with Wainwright. "Rufus is so incredibly prolific," he told me. "His work ranges from opera to piano torch songs to super eccentric stuff, and this was a record reigning some of that in. It has a sort of really warm, mid '70s T Rex, Young Americans, Lauren Canyon kind of vibe to it. It's great. There are some amazing songs on the album."

He explained to me that working with Wainwright also posed an artistic challenge that turned out to be quite fulfilling for him creatively. "It is kind of the most challenging record I had to work on and also one of the best," Ronson explains to me. "The way [Rufus] writes and the way he times things, I had to make sure it made sense so a band could play behind it and that it was properly anchored. It was quite tough. I worked for a long time on it to sort the arrangements even before we went into the studio."

Decca just released a video teaser for "Out Of The Game" that includes clips of the new songs, plus interview footage of Wainwright and Ronson. Rufus Wainwright "Out Of The Game" is available on May 1 and will be accompanies by live dates.

Click over for a teaser vid for "Out of the Game"!

Barney Rosset Dies, Age 89

Samuel Beckett and Barney Rosset via Zuma World

Via NPR:

Barney Rosset gave American readers their first taste of Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot, as well as uncensored classics by Henry Miller and D.H. Lawrence. To do that, Rosset fought literally hundreds of court cases and was largely responsible for breaking down U.S. obscenity laws in the 1950s and '60s.

And here's the NYT obit

Birth Control at the Arizona GOP Debate

Was anyone else disturbed by the crowd booing the question about birth control at last nights GOP debate in Arizona?

Not surprised, but disturbed.

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Thursday Beau

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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Some Science For Mardi Gras

The sky was amazing about mid-afternoon and of course it is completely clear now.

An artist's rendition of what the tropical forest found fossilized beneath a layer of volcanic ash may have looked like.


The researchers examined three sites with a total area of 10,764 square feet (1,000 square meters) near Wuda, China. At these sites, they counted and mapped the fossilized plants. The tallest trees that formed the upper canopy — species in the genera Sigillaria and Cordaites — grew to 82 feet (25 meters) or more. Lower down, tree ferns formed another canopy. A group of now-extinct, spore-producing trees called Noeggerathiales and palm-like cycads grew below these, they found.


Living plants have been generated from the fruit of a little arctic flower, the narrow-leafed campion, that died 32,000 years ago, a team of Russian scientists reports. The fruit was stored by an arctic ground squirrel in its burrow on the tundra of northeastern Siberia and lay permanently frozen until excavated by scientists a few years ago.

An artist's rendition (damn, MSNBC like their artist's renditions) of the planet GJ 1214b in orbit about its red-dwarf star.


This so-called " super-Earth " is about 2.7 times Earth’s diameter and weighs nearly seven times as much as our home planet. It orbits a red-dwarf star at a distance of 1.2 million miles (2 million kilometers), giving it an estimated surface temperature of 446 degrees Fahrenheit (230 degrees Celsius) — too hot to host life as we know it.

Scientists first reported in 2010 that GJ 1214b's atmosphere is likely composed primarily of water, but their findings were not definitive. Berta and his team used Hubble's Wide Field Camera 3 to help dispel the doubts.
Hubble watched as GJ 1214b crossed in front of its host star, and the scientists were able to determine the composition of the planet's atmosphere based on how it filtered the starlight.

Via National Geographic:

The presence of the long, thin valleys—known as graben—suggests that the moon has undergone relatively recent tectonic activity, within the past 50 million years or so.

That activity in turn hints that the moon may not have been entirely melted when it first formed roughly 4.6 billion years ago. Instead the early moon likely had a solid core covered by a global ocean of molten rock.

Happy Mardi Gras! Go out and earn some beads!

Tuesday Beau

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Monday, February 20, 2012

Monday Beau

The light on Monday morning tends to be too bright for me too.

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Sunday, February 19, 2012

Dubstep Cat

stereo skifcha from xgabberx on Vimeo.

Via World of Wonder

Out Left: When Your 7-Year-Old Comes out

Thank you so much, Kyle, for posting this!

Via HuffingtonPost

But here's the thing: straight children have nothing to announce. Straight is the assumption. No one bats an eye at a little girl with a Justin Bieber poster in her bedroom, or when little girls love playing wedding with little boys every chance they get. If our sexual orientation is simply part of who we are, why wouldn't it be there in our elementary years?

I've heard from countless adults who say they knew that they were gay as young as kindergarten but lacked the language to talk about it. And in most cases, they knew it was something wrong that they should hide. Because gay people are part of my son's everyday life, he has the vocabulary, and it has never occurred to him there is anything wrong with it.

These paragraphs are from midway in the article (so be sure to read the whole) but this is so true. The expectation and assumption is that children are "straight" until suddenly in teen years, but I know as a child who loved to play house and played with my sister's dolls (and also played with cars and loved to go hiking and play in the mud as well), that I knew I was different as a child. I didn't have anyone to project any sort of "crush" onto - no Blaine or Kurt.

The second paragraph is equally true: I did not have the vocabulary to name myself growing up in a small town in western Kentucky. I never really new anything positive about "gay" until I came out my Senior Summer in high school.

But looking back, I knew. :)

Sunday Beau: Alan Valdez

Via Hot Guys

Saturday, February 18, 2012

LED Surfer

Via FashionablyGeek

Books on the Web: Everyone Loves a Train Wreck

Via Barnes and Noble Review

The strange allure of catastrophe. We have a torn relationship with the mangled, the bloody, and the dead. Our reptilian brain instinctively prescribes a wide berth, like what you'd give to spoiled fruit or big, angry animals with sharp teeth. But an equally elemental counterforce urges us to go and have a look -- and not only a peep but a hard stare.

Is it just our inner imp of the perverse at work, asks Eric G. Wilson in Everyone Loves a Good Train Wreck, indulging a penchant for doom and ruin for which we will feel exhilaration and shame, guilt and a pleasure all the more gratifying for being frowned upon? Or does morbid curiosity serve some other purpose, perhaps an evolutionary advantage?

Neat: Composite Architecture

Illuminations and Other Stuff has a neat post on composite architecture which reminds me greatly of architecture by Hundertwasser without all the plants and trees and colors.

According to the post, Filip Dujardin took pictures of different buildings around his hometown and then glued them together "crafts-style" creating what he calls "Fictions." Very neat.

Repost: Texting Makes You Hate Words

Via Jezebel
Here's some research that should make Olds feel vindicated: texting a lot apparently makes people less accepting of words they've never heard before. Which is weird because texting is basically a process of sending things that aren't words to people.

I'm assuming that "Olds" are those of us who think that texting is "new-fangled" and "stupid." Well, I guess I shouldn't say "us" cause I text all the time.

Saturday Tatted-Up Beau

Lord, everything about this image is lovely: the guy, the tat, the underwear, him brushing his lips against his arm, his pit, the proximity of his hand near his cock...yum!

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Friday, February 17, 2012

Goodnight Beau: Jeremy Lin

UPDATE: I've removed the Jeremy Lin pic from my blog (which you can still see via the link below if you wish) because I refuse to post anything about Tim Tebow (he's a douche, a cute, hot douche, but a douche - btw, did anyone else see the video of him reading Green Eggs and Ham - LORD, these humans!)...


...because Jeremy Lin is a thinner, cuter guy (with great c&#k-s@*king lips) version of Tim Tebow but in basketball shorts. And I'm not having it!

Via World of Wonder

Winter is Coming

Though briefly. There is a potential for 5" of snow Sunday night/morning.

Via Drawn to You

My Favorite Internet Meme

Via Boys with Beards with Cats

Yes, the cats are so, so cute, but really it's the lovely, lovely guys with beards that draw me to this.

Yet Another Fucking Homophobe Talkshow Host...

...caught at a gay bar.

Via Dangerous Minds

Michael Berry, the Houston-area syndicated conservative radio talker (and former City Councilman) who markets himself as“The Czar of Texas Radio” is the same asshole who was forced to apologize for saying that he hoped the “Ground Zero Mosque” would be bombed back in 2010. The station Berry works for, KPRC-AM, is part of the Clear Channel network.

It looks like the “outspoken”—some might say bigoted—Republican bloviator was having a drink in a gay club called T.C.’s Show Bar last month. When he left, he hit a parked car before speeding off without stopping. Problem was, it was the bouncer’s car, he was standing outside, saw the whole thing happen, got Berry’s plate number and there are videotapes of Berry in the bar.

Beau: Spandy Andy

Via Jezebel

Skrillex's Bangarang


Via homocomix

I'm off today, so enjoy this moment just before the kiss (o, the anticipation) and I'll see you tomorrow.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Colbert Report Suspended

Via Joe.My.God

Twitter is buzzing with curiosity over the abrupt and as yet unexplained suspension of the Stephen Colbert Report by Comedy Central.

“Due to unforeseen circumstances, the show will air repeat episodes on Wednesday, February 15 and Thursday, February 16,” Comedy Central Senior VP for Communications Steve Albani told POLITICO. Albani would not comment on the specific reasons for the suspension, saying Comedy Central was “not providing any additional details at this time.” According to Third Beat Magazine, which covers comedy, the Colbert Report’s audience received a notification email announcing the cancellation of live taping.

Seems like if this was a health issue, they'd say so.

Gawker Files This Under "Crazy Notion"

I guess this means I'm crazy: I've been an avid pedestrian for most of almost 20 years.

Via Gawker

Wacky hippies in the wacky hippie enclave of Denver are encouraging their fellow moonbeam-gazing residents of Marijuanaville to do something a little strange: walk places. On their feet. What's more: even you, The Average American, can get involved in this quirky newfangled hobby. But how?

  • Move to a city. A real city, like New York or... I don't know... Chicago, if necessary. Not a fake city like Jacksonville. An urban city.

  • As an alternative, lobby your legislators to enact strict zoning and land use regulations that end urban sprawl and force the type of pedestrian-friendly contiguous planned development that is the only sane building pattern given the environmental, economic, and social problems we face. Then wait many years.

  • Look around. You live in an environment in which something is walking distance from your house. Hey—you're ready to walk!

  • Woops, don't walk in the street. You're not in your car any more. You're not in your car any more. You're not in your car any more. Get out of the street.

  • Pushing straight down on an imaginary gas pedal won't get you far in this new world. After "hitting that gas," roll your weight forwards onto your toe, throw the opposite leg out in front of you, and then repeat. What's that feeling? You're moving—no wheels necessary!

  • Look at the sky. Look at the birds. Look at the sun. Look at that pole. Don't walk into the pole.

  • On your stroll, you may encounter other "walkers," some of them even coming at you in the opposite direction. Do not make eye contact. Continue moving ahead as if this was the most normal thing in the world. If a walker insists on making eye contact with you, call police.

  • What's that damp sensation? It may be "sweat," an automatic reaction your body has to strenuous physical activity such as walking, or competing in an "All You Can Eat" pancake challenge. Do not be alarmed. Feel that nice cool sweat. Mmm. Sexy.

  • After a while, you'll notice that you are not in the same location where you began your walk. You have, as they say, "walked" to a different place. Where are you? Damned if I know.

  • Collapse on a nearby bench, retaining wall, or just on the ground. (Not in the street.) What a walk! You must be tired. Yes, you are. You're really red. Wheezing quite a bit. Here, drink this Mountain Dew "Big Gulp."

  • Call a cab.

Big LOLs. Don't call a cab. Walk back. Gasp!

Cue Music from Lady and the Tramp

Ti sposerò - Gay Marriage from WEDDINGITALIA FILM on Vimeo.

Two Disney's references in one day. I must be ill.

Via Gawker

OMG! It's a disease! The more gay marriage videos I watch, the more I want to get gay this what NOM is afraid of?!?!

Viagra vs. Birth Control

To be fair, no one ever said the Catholic Church wasn't hypocritical...or the GOP for that matter.

Via Daily Kos

According to the Catholic Church, birth control is "intrinsically evil" and requiring insurance companies to cover it is a "grave moral concern." But a man's right to take magical hard-on pills, like Viagra, and to have them covered by his insurance? Why, that's sacred:

The answer on Viagra coverage is usually yes, Catholic leaders say. And they argue that's neither hypocritical nor sexist.

Procreation is something the Catholic church encourages. And Viagra and other erectile dysfunction drugs can be of help.

Procreation, AND those old, old priests need help keeping up with those young, young boys.


Darrell Issa to hold Congressional hearing on how birth control makes religious zealots sad

Republican Rep. Darrell Issa never met a waste of taxpayer time and dollars he didn't like, as long as he thinks it will "be good theater."


Poll: Even church-going Catholics reject Republican jihad against birth control

Republicans: 50-44 (support-oppose)
Independents: 64-26
Moderates: 68-22
Women: 72-20
Catholics: 67-25
Church-going Catholics: 48-43

LOL: I like the comment on the general poll: "So two out of three Americans reject the GOP's anti-contraception position — and just one in four want to stay in the 13th century."

Finally, check out this comic!