Sunday, January 29, 2006
God it's late
So it's 3:20 a.m. and I'm awake. Not wide awake, but awake nevertheless.
I played poker tonight, at a guy named Dommy's apartment. He lives only a two blocks away, so I don't have to drive. Which means, I am able to be high as a kite. The crowd was all men, eight of us total. At least two straight guys, at lease three gay guys, and a couple of question marks. All very nice. $40 buy-in, and the play is dealers choice. It's fun and fast-paced. I won, which is always fun, a whopping $28. But I'm not complaining.
I have a zit on my left earlobe. I hate it.
Any trace of a diet is completely lost on me. I need to stop eating whatever I want and start caring for myself. Ugh.
I played poker tonight, at a guy named Dommy's apartment. He lives only a two blocks away, so I don't have to drive. Which means, I am able to be high as a kite. The crowd was all men, eight of us total. At least two straight guys, at lease three gay guys, and a couple of question marks. All very nice. $40 buy-in, and the play is dealers choice. It's fun and fast-paced. I won, which is always fun, a whopping $28. But I'm not complaining.
I have a zit on my left earlobe. I hate it.
Any trace of a diet is completely lost on me. I need to stop eating whatever I want and start caring for myself. Ugh.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
And the winner is...
Well, Blog-heads, here is my re-cap of the Golden Globes.
Reece won, and was lovely (though I think Ryan was drunk).
Diana Ossana and Larry McMurtry won for Best Screenplay. They were very cute. She was flustered and gracious, he was in an ill-fitting tux and thanked his typewriter.
Heath Ledger and Michelle Williams looked like kids sitting at the grown-ups table for the first time.
Mary-Louise Parker beat the four Desperate Housewives for Best Actress in a Comedy for Weeds. I was high while watching the show, so I felt like I was a part of the action.
All of the press today is about how the gays are taking over, as Brokeback won four (Pic, Director, Screenplay, and Original Song), Hoffman won for Capote (a 'mo), and Huffman won for Transamerica (a pre-op).
Drew Barrymore looked like complete total unadulterated shit. No joke. Her boobs were out of control, hanging to somewhere near her bellybutton and flopping out a bit. Her dress was oversized, her face had blemishes, and her hair looked like crap. Everybody is speculating that she must be pregnant because why would her boobs look like that?
Rachel Weitz won for Best Supporting Actress. She was lovely. She thanked Darren Aronofsky. I didn't realize they were a couple.
Hilary Swank looked beautiful. Her and Chad Lowe are divorcing. I will miss him crying from somewhere in the front few rows of award shows.
Sandra Oh won for Grey's Anatomy. She was very funny.
Jonathan Rhys-Meyers won for Actor in a Mini-Series. He's the guy who stars in Match Point. He's not totally my type but I'd do him in a London minute.
Lost won best Drama. Walk the Line won best comedy/musical, and Joaquin Phoenix won best Actor. He's so fuckin weird.
Of the 24 categories, I guessed 15 correct, and since Tessie lacked the motor skills to fill out a ballot, I automatically won the pool. And for the record, I was wearing Calvin (Klein underwear) and Eddie (Bauer t-shirt and socks). It was glamour the likes of which Hollywood has never seen.
Reece won, and was lovely (though I think Ryan was drunk).
Diana Ossana and Larry McMurtry won for Best Screenplay. They were very cute. She was flustered and gracious, he was in an ill-fitting tux and thanked his typewriter.
Heath Ledger and Michelle Williams looked like kids sitting at the grown-ups table for the first time.
Mary-Louise Parker beat the four Desperate Housewives for Best Actress in a Comedy for Weeds. I was high while watching the show, so I felt like I was a part of the action.
All of the press today is about how the gays are taking over, as Brokeback won four (Pic, Director, Screenplay, and Original Song), Hoffman won for Capote (a 'mo), and Huffman won for Transamerica (a pre-op).
Drew Barrymore looked like complete total unadulterated shit. No joke. Her boobs were out of control, hanging to somewhere near her bellybutton and flopping out a bit. Her dress was oversized, her face had blemishes, and her hair looked like crap. Everybody is speculating that she must be pregnant because why would her boobs look like that?
Rachel Weitz won for Best Supporting Actress. She was lovely. She thanked Darren Aronofsky. I didn't realize they were a couple.
Hilary Swank looked beautiful. Her and Chad Lowe are divorcing. I will miss him crying from somewhere in the front few rows of award shows.
Sandra Oh won for Grey's Anatomy. She was very funny.
Jonathan Rhys-Meyers won for Actor in a Mini-Series. He's the guy who stars in Match Point. He's not totally my type but I'd do him in a London minute.
Lost won best Drama. Walk the Line won best comedy/musical, and Joaquin Phoenix won best Actor. He's so fuckin weird.
Of the 24 categories, I guessed 15 correct, and since Tessie lacked the motor skills to fill out a ballot, I automatically won the pool. And for the record, I was wearing Calvin (Klein underwear) and Eddie (Bauer t-shirt and socks). It was glamour the likes of which Hollywood has never seen.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Happy New Year (and other useless shit...)
Greetings Blog-O-Sphere. I've been gone for a couple of months, and how I know you have all suffered. The snarky little la-ties from CNN have had nothing to cover since I've been gone. But fear not!!! I am back.
And just think, in the past two months we missed a searing Death-watch, carried, as is the tradition in all Death-watch cases, on all three cable news networks. I had the fabulous pleasure of actually witnessing Life-watch (though only momentarily) as the miners went from dead (duh) to alive (hooray! says big gay Anderson Cooper! miracles do happen in West Virginia! exclaims the gov'ner!) to dead (again, duh).
And now? We are treated to useless coverage of all sorts of other on-the-job accidents carried mid-day on the Big Three. There was the hapless man who fell into a water tower (empty, unfortunately), the two men who fell into a ditch (no kidding, a fucking ditch, and for that they interrupted the Alito hearings...), and at least a dozen shots of the woman fighting off a man trying to gaff tape her eyes shut at the check cashing place where she worked. (First of all, a check cashing place without bulletproof glass, neigh, any glass, deserves to be broken into, and second of all, what's a white woman doing working the counter at a check cashing place anyway? Does GWB know about this?)
Oh well.
In movie news...
Variety published a list of 26 movies it thinks could garner two or more Oscar nods. Below, my list, in order of best to worst (of the ones I've seen), and alphabetical (of the ones I haven't seen).
I've seen these (so they're in favorite to least favorite order):
Crash
Brokeback Mountain
Walk the Line
Mrs. Henderson Presents
Capote
North Country
Cinderella Man
Rent
Jarhead
The Producers
Good Night, and Good Luck
Memoirs of a Geisha (or, as Alex McHale calls it, "Japanese Women are Cunts")
The Family Stone
The ones I haven't seen (* to those that I really do want to see):
The Constant Gardner *
A History of Violence *
In Her Shoes
King Kong
The Libertine
Match Point *
Munich *
The New World
Pride and Prejudice
Proof
The Squid and the Whale
Syriana *
The Three Burials of Melquaides Estrada
So there you have my movie coverage. Crash is currently winning...
As far as the old vices go... Well, they're going. The Slim Fast debacle is over, and I'm back to a steady diet of Wendy's, Denny's, and cheese glorious cheese. And pot. And lots of it.
I have my little brother coming for a visit tomorrow, which should be fun. I'm going to take him to Jumbo's Clown Room, the only strip club in the world where you can see (if you want to see) a stripper lactate on stage. Yummm... Rey will ahve to sit far away, as he's alergic to milk products.
More soon (or not, knowing my track record)...
And just think, in the past two months we missed a searing Death-watch, carried, as is the tradition in all Death-watch cases, on all three cable news networks. I had the fabulous pleasure of actually witnessing Life-watch (though only momentarily) as the miners went from dead (duh) to alive (hooray! says big gay Anderson Cooper! miracles do happen in West Virginia! exclaims the gov'ner!) to dead (again, duh).
And now? We are treated to useless coverage of all sorts of other on-the-job accidents carried mid-day on the Big Three. There was the hapless man who fell into a water tower (empty, unfortunately), the two men who fell into a ditch (no kidding, a fucking ditch, and for that they interrupted the Alito hearings...), and at least a dozen shots of the woman fighting off a man trying to gaff tape her eyes shut at the check cashing place where she worked. (First of all, a check cashing place without bulletproof glass, neigh, any glass, deserves to be broken into, and second of all, what's a white woman doing working the counter at a check cashing place anyway? Does GWB know about this?)
Oh well.
In movie news...
Variety published a list of 26 movies it thinks could garner two or more Oscar nods. Below, my list, in order of best to worst (of the ones I've seen), and alphabetical (of the ones I haven't seen).
I've seen these (so they're in favorite to least favorite order):
Crash
Brokeback Mountain
Walk the Line
Mrs. Henderson Presents
Capote
North Country
Cinderella Man
Rent
Jarhead
The Producers
Good Night, and Good Luck
Memoirs of a Geisha (or, as Alex McHale calls it, "Japanese Women are Cunts")
The Family Stone
The ones I haven't seen (* to those that I really do want to see):
The Constant Gardner *
A History of Violence *
In Her Shoes
King Kong
The Libertine
Match Point *
Munich *
The New World
Pride and Prejudice
Proof
The Squid and the Whale
Syriana *
The Three Burials of Melquaides Estrada
So there you have my movie coverage. Crash is currently winning...
As far as the old vices go... Well, they're going. The Slim Fast debacle is over, and I'm back to a steady diet of Wendy's, Denny's, and cheese glorious cheese. And pot. And lots of it.
I have my little brother coming for a visit tomorrow, which should be fun. I'm going to take him to Jumbo's Clown Room, the only strip club in the world where you can see (if you want to see) a stripper lactate on stage. Yummm... Rey will ahve to sit far away, as he's alergic to milk products.
More soon (or not, knowing my track record)...
