Monday, August 24, 2009

I'm back

With like nuclear fallout sunburn. Ouchie.

Here's the pics. Not even the really great looking ones do the place justice. If anyone ever offers you a trip to Kauai, run, don't walk to the airport.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

It's depressing 'cause it's true.

Indian film mega-star Shah Rukh Khan, in the US to promote a film he made about racial profiling, is detained for questioning at the airport.

I'm sure it wasn't motivated by racial profiling at all.

In a less depressing/more hilarious vein, apparently the cops harassed Bob Dylan, having no idea who he was. Even Abbie knows who Bob Dylan is, ferchrissakes.

Weird Dream Last Night...

So last night I dreamt I was back on stage at my old high school theatre playing Berger from Hair: The Musical, dancing around with Beverly D'Angelo while Claus von Bülow watched me sing "Manchester England, England."

Then, I realized Beverly D'Angelo was from the movie, not the play.

Then I realized Claus von Bülow was from Reversal of Fortune and it should actually be Claude Bukowski.

And then I woke up and the news told me it was the 40th anniversary of Woodstock and that probably explains the whole hippie thing somehow.

Anyway, in honor of my weird dream and hippies here is my favorite song off the soundtrack, from a German revival of Hair set in a modern-day circus. Enjoy.

Oh, and here's a clip from the movie.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Everyone Listen to the Nice Young Lady

Please, frightened old middle-American conservative white people, understand that Barack Obama does not want to eat your Grandma. Or you. If you're going to act all crazy about patent falsehoods, please do it about something that won't cost my family affordable health care and be a Birther. At least the Birthers are entertaining.

Why I Love New York

A cool bald lady shakes it in front of a drum circle and horn jam in a subway station while someone in a dolphin plushie outfit offers "Free Bouncy Rides."

I miss living in a real city. Via daddytypes.