Saturday, January 24, 2009

Oh Udo, I Die

Did I mention who I ran into this week? I had my third bizarre celebrity encounter in Chicago on my lunch break when I was walking north on Dearborn and ran into none other than Tibor (otherwise known as Boris McGiven from Connie and Carla!!!

He's, of course, been in a boatload of other things, but he'll always be Tibor, the goon with a heart of gold who discovers his love for musical theatre while traveling across the country trying to hunt down Nia Vardalos and Toni Colette disguised as drag queens, to me.

My last encounter on Dearborn was about a year ago (in almost the same spot) with Deepak Chopra:

He was wearing these same glasses when I saw him and they were just as creepy in person as they are in that picture. I don't think they're very becoming for a deity or whateverthefuck he is.

There was also Dave Pasquesi whom I Rode the 151 through Lincoln Park with, but I don't know if he really counts as a "celebrity" despite his brilliant portrayal of Stew the Meat Man on Strangers with Candy:

Before that there was Udo Kier at Roscoe's which will honestly be hard to top since he sort of grabbed my ass. Oh Udo, I die.

He's a muthafuckin' puppet!

I know what I'm doing this weekend.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Why I Sometimes Love Coming To Work

I just bought a box each of Thin Mints and Lemon Creme Delights from a mom at work. Jealous? She's taking order for her daughter through next week.

White Zombie was an art school band...

I have a real problem with American Apparel. I don't know how, like, T-shirts and spandex leggings became a look. I'm old enough to have seen that era the first time around. And I didn't like it the first time.
- Parsons graduate and former White Zombie bassist, now fashion designer, Sean Yseult

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Finger On The Pulse

I am not ashamed to say that I bought this album when it came out

Is it wrong that I find it intensely satisfying that the K-Wang has only been scrobbled around 200,000 times on Last FM?

I could tewtally do this dance

I'll just take it as a sign of my superior musical taste and inability of the internet to defile all that is virtuous in this world.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Asked and Answered

If ever I had any doubts about anyone's political affiliation at work, I can now safely say I know who the liberals are. We all just left a conference room a little teary-eyed.
Yes we can!

All About Malia

Happy Inauguration Day! As anyone who's been following along will know, I've long been an ardent Hillary supporter, and not that I'm not thrilled to have Obama in the White House, but I've just discovered the real reason the next four years (hopes eight!!!) are gonna be good times:
But while our president-elect, seated stage right, showed steely resolve by nodding and singing along through even the most terrible performances, heroes Sasha and Malia Obama bravely broadcast their non-enjoyment by looking completely bored (Malia) or falling asleep on their mom's lap (Sasha). When they liked something, though, Malia showed it by excitedly snapping pictures with her camera (neither First Daughter liked Mellencamp, Will.I.Am, or Crow, but both are apparently big fans of Beyonce, Usher, and Kal Penn). They are our new national conscience. Can somebody get them onstage seats at the Grammys? - Lane Brown, New York Magazine
Forget Michelle Obama. This administration is all about Malia.

Sunday, January 18, 2009


WHY didn't anyone tell me that Parker Posey was in Blade: Trinity?

Thank god I figured this out though. It's the only thing that's going to get me through to the next season of True Blood. And let's not get started on the fact that my faux-sister is in this,

and Ryan "Yowza" Reynolds,

AND Natasha Lyonne as a blind girl!

Evening complete!

Everyday Is Halloween

A friend and I were brainstorming a few ideas for Halloween costumes today and I think I've got my shortlist down:

Scooter, The Muppet Show

Although I think I don't want to be Scooter so much as I want to own that jacket.

Alan Bradley, Tron

This is total pipe dream, but Bruce Boxleitner was really, really hot back then.

A Doozer, Fraggle Rock

This costume would definitely fulfill my hat requirement, cuz really, what is Halloween if you don't have righteous hat?

But if all else fails I can just jump around a dumpster for a little bit and go as Marjorie the Trash Heap:

Friday, January 16, 2009

Goodbye Indie

Photo: Robert Gauthier

It is a sad, sad day. Planes are falling out of the sky, Andrew Wyeth is dead, and so is Indie 103.1. Indie was by far my favorite radio station in LA and was one of the few things that kept me sane back in the day when I was schlepping film around for Pacific Title. I'd be stuck in traffic on the 101 trying to get back to Hollywood from a run to Warner Bros. or Universal or whatever godforsaken production company I'd been sent to in the north valley, and my mood would instantly be elevated when I'd hear (gulp) relevant, new music coming out of my van's stereo. I still remember the exact moment I first heard Indie; there had been this awful techo station that was broadcasting on the same frequency for about a year in 2002/3? and one day Indie just snuck in there and took over. First I fell in love with the music, then I fell in love with Steve Jones. Whether he was dry-humping the microphone while interviewing the Suicide Girls or complaining about how loud his neighbors were (really, Steve "Sex Pistol" Jones?), he was always this lovable frumpy, but exceedingly hip old man that you just wanted to hug.
For those who'd like a good cry, full text below:

This is an important message for the Indie 103.1 Radio Audience -

Indie 103.1 will cease broadcasting over this frequency effective immediately. Because of changes in the radio industry and the way radio audiences are measured, stations in this market are being forced to play too much Britney, Puffy and alternative music that is neither new nor cutting edge. Due to these challenges, Indie 103.1 was recently faced with only one option — to play the corporate radio game.

We have decided not to play that game any longer. Rather than changing the sound, spirit, and soul of what has made Indie 103.1 great Indie 103.1 will bid farewell to the terrestrial airwaves and take an alternative course.

This could only be done on the Internet, a place where rules do not apply and where new music thrives; be it grunge, punk, or alternative - simply put, only the best music.

For those of you with a computer at home or at work, log on to and listen to the new Indie 103.1 - which is really the old Indie 103.1, not the version of Indie 103.1 we are removing from the broadcast airwaves.

We thank our listeners and advertisers for their support of the greatest radio station ever conceived, and look forward to continuing to deliver the famed Indie 103.1 music and spirit over the Internet to passionate music listeners around the world.

The greatest loss really is Joney's Jukebox. Sure all of this is going to continue to be available online, but last time I checked, internet radio was no where near as relevant as good ol' fashioned AM/FM. Not to get all antediluvian or anything, but when you're driving around your company's Ford Astrovan for $12 an hour, you don't exactly have the option of bluetoothing digital stations. That said, Steve Jones is the single greatest gift to radio since Rodney Bingenheimer. At least Rodney's still got a show on KROQ... even if it's only on from 12 to 3 on Monday mornings. That said, if you haven't seen Mayor of the Sunset Strip, I suggest you do so.
In honor of the station's passing, maybe I'll post an old entry I made about my love for Indie on the blog I started just before I moved to Chicago. That is IF I can find it.




Thursday, January 15, 2009

Lies Our Parents Tell Us

The internet just got a whole lot better now that I discovered my soon to be 12 year-old cousin is on Gchat! I seriously just had the best chat ever with her which either speaks to my emotional retardation, or the fact that chat modules can only be effectively mastered by 12 year-olds. You be the judge:

Hey Molls, don't run away or anything, but if you come to Chicago, I'll let you dye your hair all you want.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Welcome To My Summer Fantasy

Since Chicago has decided to bite my face off with sub-zero temperatures, I decided to post the only thing more inane than this weather: Nancy Kerrigan ice skating to Hot Fun in the Summertime.

Oh Nancy... you are a living embodiment of my state of mind right now. I especially like how you start out with the lawn chair on ice but it totally makes you look like your spinal cord was just severed and you're pushing yourself around with your trusty skates - Blades don't fail me now!

Monday, January 12, 2009

Sing Out Sister

Photo: David Benjamin Sherry

“It’s like blackface to me … it’s a continuing Hollywood minstrel show, co-opting queer stories and perversely building up the careers of these heterosexual bastards with the plumage of effeminacies, that they can wear this plumage of effeminacies without having to really be accountable” - Antony Hegarty on Sean Penn's turn as Harvey Milk

I have to say I was really pleased to read this. When I first heard news that Sean Penn was playing the penultimate gay hero, Harvey Milk, I was incensed (Exhibit A). But then I sort of chilled out a little bit and got completely sucked in by the marketing campaign for Milk - Gus Van Sant can make a movie, okay - and then I saw Milk and wanted to hug Emile Hirsch, murder Diego Luna, and had surprisingly little venom left over for Penn. However, this quote really brings it all home.

As someone who can walk down the street and pass for straight - just don't get me talking... period - I am both shamed and unapologetic that I take a little bit of pride in this fact. There's a pretty hefty caché in the gay community built up around this very phenomenon which is why it's so GD important for someone like Antony Hegarty, who's never exactly had the opportunity pass as straight (you can read all about it here in this New York Magazine article), to come out and say something about how it's really irrelevant whether or not Sean Penn is a competent actor. Would a gay man in the same role even be considered for a nomination since, he's just playing himself?

So thanks Antony for reminding me how Penn's just riding the coattails of hetero-normative privilege and gay pantomime all the way to the Oscars.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Take Carrie To The Prom

Sometimes I wish I lived in Austin:

via Alamo Drafthouse Cinema and Mondo Tees

If it weren't for the stupefyingly hot summers and abundance of republicans, I might just give this one a go.