"To avoid criticism do nothing, say nothing, be nothing."
–Elbert Hubbard, author
"To avoid criticism do nothing, say nothing, be nothing."
–Elbert Hubbard, author
I dunno, but I can assure you I’d never wear red tights in public.
Which superhero are you? (I was expecting The Hulk, but I’ll take The Flash over, say, Batgirl.) Take the survey here.
The debate continues on Duane’s site, where the Atlanta representiative of the petty queer establishment can’t resist another personal attack. Now we’re told the Malcontent and his defenders are “condescending.”
Follow the melodrama here.
Transvestites are terrorizing New Orleans … seriously.
They survived Hurricane Katrina’s Category 3 winds and the ensuing looters. They reopened despite the long odds of doing business in a devastated city. The last thing the Magazine Street shop owners expected to threaten their survival was a crime ring of transvestites.
“They’re fearless,” said Ogle. “Once they see something they like they won’t stop until they have it. They don’t care, they’ll go to jail. It’s really gotten bad. You know it’s ridiculous when everyone on the block knows who they are.”
The transvestites first appeared in March when they raided Magazine Street like a marauding army of kleptomaniacal showgirls, said Davis, using clockwork precision and brute force to satisfy high-end boutique needs.
They first hit Vegas March 31 while Ogle was working.
“They come in groups of three or four. One tries to distract you while the others get the stuff and run out the door. It’s very simple,” Ogle said.
Next door at Winky’s, Bonga heard people screaming inside Vegas, then saw a blur of cheap wigs and masculine legs in designer shoes streak past her door.
“All of a sudden our UPS guy dove out of the store and tried to tackle them and there’s little Eric from next door on the sidewalk with a bunch of stuff he managed to grab from one of the guys,” Bonga said. “The other two guys took off down the street and jumped into a car driven by a real girl.”
“I’d rather be at home making love to my wife while my children are asleep.”
–Democratic presidential candidate Joe Biden, speaking to a group of 130 twenty- and thirty-something supporters of his leadership PAC last Thursday.
Did you know the ultimate Waylon Jennings ballad, “Luckenbach, Texas,” was written by a Georgia boy, Chips Moman? A tip of the cowboy hat to Malcontenter Markie Post for that factoid.
I’m a huge Waylon fan, sometimes to my detriment. Like when I insisted on singing “Luckenbach,” a capella, at an intimate gathering in L.A. Despite being hepped up on goofballs, I like to think I pulled it off (though I didn’t get the guy).
My top 5 “Waymore” songs —
1. “Honky Tonk Heroes”
2. “Omaha”
3. “Luckenbach”
4. “Black Rose”
5. “The Devil’s Right Hand”
The debate continues on Duane’s site, where the Atlanta representiative of the petty queer establishment can’t resist another personal attack. Now we’re told the Malcontent and his defenders are "condescending."
Follow the melodrama here.
Transvestites are terrorizing New Orleans … seriously.
They survived Hurricane Katrina’s Category 3 winds and the ensuing looters. They reopened despite the long odds of doing business in a devastated city. The last thing the Magazine Street shop owners expected to threaten their survival was a crime ring of transvestites.
“They’re fearless,” said Ogle. “Once they see something they like they won’t stop until they have it. They don’t care, they’ll go to jail. It’s really gotten bad. You know it’s ridiculous when everyone on the block knows who they are.”
The transvestites first appeared in March when they raided Magazine Street like a marauding army of kleptomaniacal showgirls, said Davis, using clockwork precision and brute force to satisfy high-end boutique needs.
They first hit Vegas March 31 while Ogle was working.
“They come in groups of three or four. One tries to distract you while the others get the stuff and run out the door. It’s very simple,” Ogle said.
Next door at Winky’s, Bonga heard people screaming inside Vegas, then saw a blur of cheap wigs and masculine legs in designer shoes streak past her door.
“All of a sudden our UPS guy dove out of the store and tried to tackle them and there’s little Eric from next door on the sidewalk with a bunch of stuff he managed to grab from one of the guys,” Bonga said. “The other two guys took off down the street and jumped into a car driven by a real girl.”
“I’d rather be at home making love to my wife while my children are asleep."
–Democratic presidential candidate Joe Biden, speaking to a group of 130 twenty- and thirty-something supporters of his leadership PAC last Thursday.
Did you know the ultimate Waylon Jennings ballad, "Luckenbach, Texas," was written by a Georgia boy, Chips Moman? A tip of the cowboy hat to Malcontenter Markie Post for that factoid.
I’m a huge Waylon fan, sometimes to my detriment. Like when I insisted on singing "Luckenbach," a capella, at an intimate gathering in L.A. Despite being hepped up on goofballs, I like to think I pulled it off (though I didn’t get the guy).
My top 5 "Waymore" songs —
1. "Honky Tonk Heroes"
2. "Omaha"
3. "Luckenbach"
4. "Black Rose"
5. "The Devil’s Right Hand"
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As if beating a five-term congressman wasn’t hard enough, John Jacob said he has another foe working against him: the devil.
“There’s another force that wants to keep us from going to Washington, D.C.,” Jacob said. “It’s the devil is what it is. I don’t want you to print that, but it feels like that’s what it is.”
Jacob said Thursday that since he decided to run for Congress against Rep. Chris Cannon, Satan has bollixed his business deals, preventing him from putting as much money into the race as he had hoped. …
Asked if he actually believed that “something else” was indeed Satan, Jacob said: “I don’t know who else it would be if it wasn’t him. Now when that gets out in the paper, I’m going to be one of the screw-loose people.”
Jacob initially said the devil was working against him during a Wednesday immigration event, then reiterated his belief Thursday in a meeting with The Salt Lake Tribune editorial board.
“There’s a lot of adversity. There’s no question I’ve had experiences that I think there’s an outside force,” he said.
Movies worth seeing, Kate Beckinsale edition:
Please, Kate, get a new agent. You held such promise once, but your recent career choices bring to mind Geena Davis, circa 1990s. And now you’re playing Adam Sandler’s wife in “Click”!?! Please tell me you don’t kiss that cretin (fortunately, I’ll never know).
I retain hope that you’ll come to your senses and return to more watchable fare, such as “Cold Comfort Farm” — an overlooked gem from legendary director John Schlesinger — and Whit Stillman’s “The Last Days of Disco,” in which you more than held your own against Malcontent fave Chloe Sevigny.
Do you really want to tell your grandchildren you played second fiddle eye candy to Sandler? Please, that’s Drew Barrymore territory.
Is the cover of FHM really worth it?
You’re better than that, at least you were. Next time you’re offered another of those throwaway roles, consider this: What would fellow Brit Charlotte Rampling do?
I assure you — she would’ve never swapped spit with Jerry Lewis.