“I Don’t Mean Frisco”

OK, I suppose my love of this clip makes me both a cliché and a stereotype…  But hearing Miss Garland sing “San Francisco” gave me chills…  What a voice coming out of that little slip of a thing – plus she’s presumably out of her gourd on booze and pills…  Pretty amazing…

Yes, that is unfortunate.

Interesting article in the NYTimes about “ethnic theme parks” in China. Apparently, they provide an opportunity for the Han majority to see some of the traditional ways of life of some of China’s many ethnic minorities…  This was my favorite paragraph:

The most famous park, the Nationalities Park in Beijing, is a combination of museum and fairground. Ethnic workers from across China dress up in their native costumes for mostly Han tourists. (For a while, English signs there read “Racist Park,” an unfortunate translation of the Chinese name.)

Theme Parks Give Chinese a Peek at Life for Minorities

Oh, Apple Guy…

Sigh… Why does my simple weekly trip to the farmer’s market now have to be fraught with longing and erotic intrigue? Well, I suppose it’s mainly due to the fact that I am insane – but be that as it may, the sexy apple guy with the sexy mustache and the twinkling eyes winked – yes, WINKED! – at me yesterdayat the close of our transaction (I bought my usual work-week supply of five apples). OMGWTF?

And this was after last week’s instruction to “enjoy the beautiful day” upon the conclusion of my purchase. Why, Apple Guy, why must you torture me with your kind words and winking? And what is your deal? Are you just a nice friendly apple guy who loves sharing your apples and your good nature with all and sundry? Or are you discreetly trying to express the depth of the love you feel for me? And do you live on a farm, tending to your apple orchard, picking them at their juicy peak, all while wishing you had someone to share it all with – and by “someone,” I mean “a dude”?  Or are you a hard-working citified fruit vendor, up at the crack of dawn to bring the freshest apples to all of the urban drones desperate for the finest produce, all while wishing you had someone to share your life with – preferably a dude in his 40’s with tattoos, a receding hairline and a penchant for hyperbole? And why must you be so hot?  And so very good at winking?

At any rate, if someone could do some legwork and find out what team he’s playing for, I’d be much obliged. I’m doing my part to signal my affiliation by purchasing Pink Lady apples exclusively… Too bad he doesn’t sell other produce – I could just show up and buy two apples and a banana every couple of days – because, you know, I’m subtle like that…

Bodies

I really don’t know why Robbie Williams hasn’t managed to climb the charts in the U.S…  He’s still making really great pop/dance music and is as sexy as ever…  Anyway, here’s a remix of “Bodies” from his latest album…  Seriously, who can resist a chorus that includes “All we’ve ever wanted is to look good naked…  Hope someone can take it”?

Why, Y?

Jeez, it’s only Tuesday and the patrons at the YMCA have already outdone themselves…  Yesterday’s highlights included somebody singing in the locker room; somebody else doing his elaborate stretching routine in the locker room; and some dude using the sink to rinse out the copious bodily excretions accumulated in his sauna suit…

And today, unbeknownst to me, was apparently “If You’re an Unattractive Homo Who Doesn’t Know How to Check Out Guys Discreetly, Then Be Sure to Molest Eric With Your Eyes While He Is Minding His Own Business and Just Trying to Finish His Lame-Ass Workout… And Also Be Sure to Get in His Way A Lot So He’ll Be Even More Irritated” Day. I wish they’d’ve put this on the calendar so I could’ve skipped it…

On the plus side though, I finally introduced myself to the cute guy who works there…  Regrettably, this did not result in being asked out on a date…  Nor did it take place in the showers while we were soaping each other up…  Maybe next time…

This ad is the shit…

I have no desire to have a roommate (as you can well imagine), but I would venture to say that this guy is indeed a bad-ass roommate…

from Huffington Post