ditc6: October 2007 Archives
For those who haven't seen this the last few days, it's pretty cool.Trinity's ten seconds of fame became one minute and two seconds of fame. I still can't believe how long this play lasted and that it actually worked. Also pay attention to the announcer. This guy is awesome. He's a sophomore English major but I think he has a career in broadcasting.
Kelly Clarkson came to DC last night and I am proud to say that I was there! That's right, I WAS THERE. I know you're secretly jealous. I figured I'd be one of two people over the age of 16 (me and my gf), but I was way wrong on that. I felt like I was at a Pride Festival. I knew she had gay fans but by far the biggest group represented were gay boys and lesbians. Such good taste us gay people have :) Anyway, the show was awesome and if anyone gets a chance to see her, I highly recommend it. She's the rare artist who sounds 300 times better live than on her albums and she sounds pretty damn good on her albums.
How did this girl become pop? She's a rocker to the core. Hmm, maybe she can dress in black and become the next Joan Jett. Now that would be hot. Not that anyone can ever be another Joan Jett, but this girl can rock. For those who missed it or didn't watch, check out the clip from American Idol this past season when she made a guest appearance.
Ok, enough about my current crush and onto the real reason for my post today. About midway through the concert, a girl walks up the steps beside me and turns in across the aisle. My gf says, "Um, what's that hanging from her back?" A closer look reveals what has to be the #1 thing you wouldn't want hanging off of your back while sliding into your seat at a sold out concert. That would be a two foot long piece of toilet paper. Yep, right there hanging from somewhere under her shirt. Not tucked in to her pants either. When she leaned over, you could clearly see it was making it's way up her back. How does tp get that far up one's back? I was very curious, but really I just wanted to tell her that she was wearing toilet paper. At this point though, she's like 20 feet away squeezing through to get to her seat and then she stops and she does the unthinkable....
... She starts pointing to the crowd and twirling around in some kind of crazy dance. I cannot save her now and she has drawn much more attention to herself. She shakes her butt.. she points... she twirls. I am tempted to leap and tackle her but she is too far away. The fingers start to point, trying to tell her and people start to laugh. Her two cute little gay boy friends are falling on the floor. They want to tell her but when she looks at them, they cannot speak. They are crying and falling over themselves laughing. Finally, they point enough and cry enough and point enough to manage to show her the tp. Toilet paper now removed, the poor girl just buries her head in her friends bosom. Good excuse for the first move I think. Unlike the predictable cough-and-put-arm-around-shoulder move, go for the tp-on-the-back-humiliation-and-bury-head-in-bosom move. Ten for originality tp girl.
Anyway, this blog entry goes out to the tp girl at the Kelly Clarkson concert in DC. She was actually a good sport about the incident so I can blog without guilt. The best part is she'll forever have a "most embarassing moment" to fall back on at social functions when conversation turns to such things. Everyone needs at least one of those. So readers? What's your most embarrassing moment?
How did this girl become pop? She's a rocker to the core. Hmm, maybe she can dress in black and become the next Joan Jett. Now that would be hot. Not that anyone can ever be another Joan Jett, but this girl can rock. For those who missed it or didn't watch, check out the clip from American Idol this past season when she made a guest appearance.
Ok, enough about my current crush and onto the real reason for my post today. About midway through the concert, a girl walks up the steps beside me and turns in across the aisle. My gf says, "Um, what's that hanging from her back?" A closer look reveals what has to be the #1 thing you wouldn't want hanging off of your back while sliding into your seat at a sold out concert. That would be a two foot long piece of toilet paper. Yep, right there hanging from somewhere under her shirt. Not tucked in to her pants either. When she leaned over, you could clearly see it was making it's way up her back. How does tp get that far up one's back? I was very curious, but really I just wanted to tell her that she was wearing toilet paper. At this point though, she's like 20 feet away squeezing through to get to her seat and then she stops and she does the unthinkable....
... She starts pointing to the crowd and twirling around in some kind of crazy dance. I cannot save her now and she has drawn much more attention to herself. She shakes her butt.. she points... she twirls. I am tempted to leap and tackle her but she is too far away. The fingers start to point, trying to tell her and people start to laugh. Her two cute little gay boy friends are falling on the floor. They want to tell her but when she looks at them, they cannot speak. They are crying and falling over themselves laughing. Finally, they point enough and cry enough and point enough to manage to show her the tp. Toilet paper now removed, the poor girl just buries her head in her friends bosom. Good excuse for the first move I think. Unlike the predictable cough-and-put-arm-around-shoulder move, go for the tp-on-the-back-humiliation-and-bury-head-in-bosom move. Ten for originality tp girl.
Anyway, this blog entry goes out to the tp girl at the Kelly Clarkson concert in DC. She was actually a good sport about the incident so I can blog without guilt. The best part is she'll forever have a "most embarassing moment" to fall back on at social functions when conversation turns to such things. Everyone needs at least one of those. So readers? What's your most embarrassing moment?
I am sure you have all heard (play along people!) that the Buffy Musical has been canceled. Apparently FOX (and their sub-distributor Criterion Pictures) are completely clueless and decided to cancel the shows, which have been selling out all over the country, while they resolve issues surrounding bringing television shows to a theatrical setting. Blah blah blah. How dumb can you be people? You have thousands of fans rallying around a show that has been off the air since 2003. Do you think this doesn't help sell DVDs? The new Season 8 comics? Merchandise?
I could write a novel about the stupidity of this decision, but with the Dalai Lama visiting Baby Bushwhacker today, I have decided to release my negative vibe and instead turn my attention to something a lot more positive -- my favorite television shows.
These are not ranked in any way whatsoever. For one, I don't have a favorite and for two, I could argue with myself enough that I'd keep moving things around and never actually finish this entry. Although Buffy and Battlestar would always been in the top two :) There's also not a set number since I have no idea when I'll shut up.
1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is brilliant. It is brilliant. It is brilliant. Joss, we miss you on television.
2. Battlestar Gallactica (The new one). Top notch writing, top notch acting, very relevant issues, and the most capable of having me stare at the television in that "holy frackin' cow" way, rewind and stare in that "holy frackin' cow" again like I'd never seen it the first time. At times I am speechless.
3. Cagney and Lacey. You know how you look back and you think "how did I not know?". Two great actresses, two great female lead characters and Sharon Gless equaled one hell of a "how did I not know" moment. Hmm. I think I will write an entry about this soon.
4. Xena: Warrior Princess. I actually love this show and of all the shows that I love, this one gets me the most grief. I'll stand by it though because it gave us a seven year relationship between two women that genuinely loved each other. The show made fun of itself much of the time, but it never forgot that those two women were the glue that held it all together.
5. The L Word. Hmmm. I confess I put this here almost out of a sense of obligation. I like the show and I watch it every week and I look forward to it every January. Sadly though, I don't love it. I want to love it. I want it to be great because it's great, not because it's first. If any influential people on the show actually read this (let's see: the blogs a week old and has like 5 entries so the odds are slim), please make it great.
6. Firefly. Let's see. Take a great show with great characters and genius Joss at the helm. Don't advertise, put it on at random times, show it out of sequence, completely leave out key episodes all together, wonder why people don't watch, say "I told you so", and then cancel it. For those who haven't seen it, get the DVD.
7. MI-5. American shows can take a lesson. It's an intelligent show for intelligent people.
8. 24. British shows can take a lesson. Who needs intelligent when you have Jack Bauer. This show drives me insane. The writing at times is horrid, the White House scenes make Baby Bushwhacker seem like a genius (or at least as smart as a 5th grader) and the terminology sounds like someone opened a tech manual and randomly put words together to sound like they mean something. Two words that matter: JACK.CHLOE. Kill off the world, leave Jack and Chloe on a deserted planet to figure out the transponder nebula forensa path #9 that killed everyone off and I'm watching.
I could write a novel about the stupidity of this decision, but with the Dalai Lama visiting Baby Bushwhacker today, I have decided to release my negative vibe and instead turn my attention to something a lot more positive -- my favorite television shows.
These are not ranked in any way whatsoever. For one, I don't have a favorite and for two, I could argue with myself enough that I'd keep moving things around and never actually finish this entry. Although Buffy and Battlestar would always been in the top two :) There's also not a set number since I have no idea when I'll shut up.
1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is brilliant. It is brilliant. It is brilliant. Joss, we miss you on television.
2. Battlestar Gallactica (The new one). Top notch writing, top notch acting, very relevant issues, and the most capable of having me stare at the television in that "holy frackin' cow" way, rewind and stare in that "holy frackin' cow" again like I'd never seen it the first time. At times I am speechless.
3. Cagney and Lacey. You know how you look back and you think "how did I not know?". Two great actresses, two great female lead characters and Sharon Gless equaled one hell of a "how did I not know" moment. Hmm. I think I will write an entry about this soon.
4. Xena: Warrior Princess. I actually love this show and of all the shows that I love, this one gets me the most grief. I'll stand by it though because it gave us a seven year relationship between two women that genuinely loved each other. The show made fun of itself much of the time, but it never forgot that those two women were the glue that held it all together.
5. The L Word. Hmmm. I confess I put this here almost out of a sense of obligation. I like the show and I watch it every week and I look forward to it every January. Sadly though, I don't love it. I want to love it. I want it to be great because it's great, not because it's first. If any influential people on the show actually read this (let's see: the blogs a week old and has like 5 entries so the odds are slim), please make it great.
6. Firefly. Let's see. Take a great show with great characters and genius Joss at the helm. Don't advertise, put it on at random times, show it out of sequence, completely leave out key episodes all together, wonder why people don't watch, say "I told you so", and then cancel it. For those who haven't seen it, get the DVD.
7. MI-5. American shows can take a lesson. It's an intelligent show for intelligent people.
8. 24. British shows can take a lesson. Who needs intelligent when you have Jack Bauer. This show drives me insane. The writing at times is horrid, the White House scenes make Baby Bushwhacker seem like a genius (or at least as smart as a 5th grader) and the terminology sounds like someone opened a tech manual and randomly put words together to sound like they mean something. Two words that matter: JACK.CHLOE. Kill off the world, leave Jack and Chloe on a deserted planet to figure out the transponder nebula forensa path #9 that killed everyone off and I'm watching.
So in all my wisdom I decided to call out sick the night before the day I was calling in sick. Actually I emailed, thinking that when our headmistress (yes I work at a catholic school) got into school at her usual time, she'd have advanced notice that the IT person would not be in that day. So I'm not one to give a lot of info when I take a day. Basically we're given 10 sick/personal days and nowhere in the manual does it say we need to give personal details of every day we take. Not everyone apparently feels this way as some days we will get detailed explanations of why people are out sick emailed to the entire school. Things like: "I was on the toilet all night last night and my doctor thinks perhaps I have a case of the flu. That, in combination with my progressing arthritis as well as my horrible case of acid reflux just made me feel like I should stay home". WTF people. Do you not have any sense of privacy or, better yet, any sense of awareness? Hint: WE DON'T CARE!!!
Anyway, I decided to keep it simple so I wrote, "I'm taking a sick day tomorrow. I hope to be back on Wednesday. If you have an emergency, please call my cell phone." So the next day I get up early and head to the Daily Grind to meet Niki (yes our infamous Niki) and I open my email and Sister has written back, "are you sick?". Ummm, what do you at this point? So I kind of temporarily froze and then did what I'm almost certain 99.9% of the population would have done -- I lied. TO A NUN! What choice really? Why ask? Again, hello!!!!-- a personal/sick day is PERSONAL! Did she really think anyone, even the most Catholic of the Catholic, would reply, "No sister I am not sick. I am perfectly fine and wanted to meet Niki for coffee to discuss my lesbian clothing business so I decided to take the day off." I felt like confessing but wait, I have no religion to dictate such a confession! Thank goodness. I think that would have been a lot of Hail Mary's.
What would you have done? Comments are welcome!
Anyway, I decided to keep it simple so I wrote, "I'm taking a sick day tomorrow. I hope to be back on Wednesday. If you have an emergency, please call my cell phone." So the next day I get up early and head to the Daily Grind to meet Niki (yes our infamous Niki) and I open my email and Sister has written back, "are you sick?". Ummm, what do you at this point? So I kind of temporarily froze and then did what I'm almost certain 99.9% of the population would have done -- I lied. TO A NUN! What choice really? Why ask? Again, hello!!!!-- a personal/sick day is PERSONAL! Did she really think anyone, even the most Catholic of the Catholic, would reply, "No sister I am not sick. I am perfectly fine and wanted to meet Niki for coffee to discuss my lesbian clothing business so I decided to take the day off." I felt like confessing but wait, I have no religion to dictate such a confession! Thank goodness. I think that would have been a lot of Hail Mary's.
What would you have done? Comments are welcome!
Niki's been spotted at Baltimore Black Pride and Philly Outfest. Damn
that girl gets around. Ooh, did I say that? I'm sure she'll have plenty
to report this week so stay tuned. The dykes took over Friendly Farms
in good ole' Hampstead, Maryland today. I'm not sure if the staff new
quite what to think. Welcome home Laura, even if it was just for a
short visit.
I also stopped by Sugar in Hampden. Totally awesome. My friend Jacq owns Sugar and she has done a tremendous job with the place. Great space, great people, great product, and great education. Everything you could want in your sex shop and it's right here. For the locals, check it out! For everyone else, you'll have to wait until the online store goes live. Of course, I will write about that when it happens.
I also stopped by Sugar in Hampden. Totally awesome. My friend Jacq owns Sugar and she has done a tremendous job with the place. Great space, great people, great product, and great education. Everything you could want in your sex shop and it's right here. For the locals, check it out! For everyone else, you'll have to wait until the online store goes live. Of course, I will write about that when it happens.
What up!!!! Welcome to the new ditc blog. We've been talking about it for three years and finally took the time to make it happen. I hope I can come up with enough interesting things to write about to keep you entertained. I'm sure Niki will have plenty to say when she isn't on the road. Tonight she's at the Baltimore Black Pride in Baltimore, MD. She's at Pride partying it up with hotties. I'm sitting in bed typing after having a sob fest watching Private Practice. Yes, you heard that correctly and do not make fun of me! Ok, gotta run.
