The boyfriend seems to be having trouble with nude photo hounds–not nude people looking for photos, mind you, but presumably clothed or partially clothed individuals looking for photos of naked folks.

Now, although don’t find him terribly attractive myself, I can understand why some people might like to see Apolo Anton Ohno nude. I find it interesting, however, that virtual hordes of smutchasers are looking for boudoir photographs of Ross the Intern–not that he’s a perfectly talented individual, of course, but he seems a little…offbeat. What next? Nude photos of Larry “Bud” Melman? Bill Gates? Lady Bird Johnson? Or perhaps my own personal favorite, Benjamin Netanyahu….

In other news: thanks to the many folks who submitted votes for the title of our next play. I think, however, that we’re leaning towards one that Flynn suggested: Die, Die, Dixie Darlin’. It has a certain ring to it… Yes? No? I dunno…

Confirmed as of one hour ago: she‘s coming. Here. April 17th. Woo-hoo.

Just goes to show what a well-timed comment to a forward-thinking club owner can do for ya.

Five Haiku for a Winter Day

If I read one more

self-reflexive blogging rant,

I’ll strangle your dog.

Sometimes it is better

to stay silent than to

open your piehole.

No sense of humor

in a person is enough

to warrant murder.

The butterfly is

beautiful, but you make me

want to vomit blood.

Jesus fucking Christ,

it’s cold in here. Who left the

goddamn window up?

Believe it or not, today’s secret word is:

throttlebottom

which could be (1) a purposeless incompetent in public office, or (2) the title character of a new film from Falcon Studios. Frankly, I know a couple of folks who fit both bills…

The scariest thing about Dragonfly is Linda Hunt playing a nun for one scene.

—CNN

That’s good enough to get my ass to the multiplex.

So, we’re writing our next play. I think I’ve mentioned it before: it’s a parody of girls’ school flicks that we’ve based on an obscure Clint Eastwood film called The Beguiled. Basically, it’s Reform School Girls set at Ashland-Belle Helene (which, incidentally, is where The Beguiled was filmed).

Anyway, we’re trying to decide on a name. It should probably have kind of a “pulp” feel, but I dunno. Here’s what we’ve come up with so far:

Confederacy of Dames

Confederate Hellcats

Confederate Jasmine

Dixie Darlings

Little Dixie Darlings

Mason-Dixon Dolls

Pussy-footing Down at the Old Plantation

I’m not being silly with that last one–it was the original title of the Eastwood film. For real.

So, what do you think? Anything stand out? Or have you got a better idea? Lemme know.

TEN THINGS I HATE TODAY

1. Bad art

2. Bad artists

3. Whiny, overstressed, passive-aggressive micromanagers (this means you!)

4. Helplessness

5. Cluelessness

6. Fat-free cream cheese

7. Ryan Phillippe (see #2 above)

8. Agents (see #3 above)

9. Docents

10. Classical musicians (cellists excluded)

I also hate limiting myself to hating only ten things.

Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate infinity.

FOUR PHRASES YOU’LL NEVER HEAR

“Sarah Michelle Gellar’s stellar turn in the title role of Hedda Gabler was marred only by Emily Watson’s ham-fisted portrayal of Julie, the maid.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the People’s Choice Award for Outstanding Rock, Pop, Jazz, R&B, Gospel, Rap, or Klezmer Group of the 20th Century goes to…Genesis!”

“In her latest nonfiction endeavor, Divine Mechanics, Anne Rice explores the ultimate demise of Chaos Theory and academia’s surprisingly conservative return to ‘purist’ Quantum Mechanics.”

“…and Fyvush Finkel as…’The Beaver.'”

In other news, some of you folks take this stuff way too seriously.

Ooh. Pics.

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