It's the Little Things

My neighborhood was invaded by homosexuals last weekend for the annual Gay Pride dog and pony show here in LA. I did my best NOT to get caught up in the fanfare, but I did manage to make it down the street (I live in the gay-berhood) to spend the afternoon in the closest, least busy anti-circuit bar, catching up with people I hadn't seen in a while, dishing the dirt with people I had, and occasionally maybe letting other peoples hands drift to over to unmentionable areas.

Yesterday (Sunday) was all one big Up reference. It came to be that somebody would say 'Squirrel!' and turn their head every time something (some body) they liked walked by. I haven't seen this movie yet; I must be the last gay man on earth who hasn't seen it. That'll go on my list of gay things I don't have, right below 'Gym Membership' and 'iPhone.'

LA Pride (some call it WeHo Pride) is epic. It's Intolerance without the sets. It's Gone with the Wind, with slightly fewer hoop skirts. It's like King Kong, and everybody gotta be Fay Wray. Where else can we go with this? It's like the prologue for Ten Commandments, and everybody gotta be Estelle Taylor. Anyways, I thought it would be nice to share a small but hardly insigificant detail from that epic journey, brought to you by my sexy shutterbug friend Chris.


We found this in the driveway of LA Buns & Co. left by someone with my sense of humor. For their work, I give ten whore diamonds. Happy Gay Pride, possums.

Matching Hats

This was another pick from Sunday. Not quite worthy of submission to Awkward Family Photos, but close. The dour expression on the little girl is priceless.

Bad Ideas: 40's Teeth

Here was a terrific find from Sunday's foray into snapshot hunting.


One thing I learned from this photo: Women with tragic grills tend to favor leopard collars (?!?) dramatic scream queen eyebrows (a given).

Also, I question the armchair upholstery. I know we can't see the whole thing with the Lois and Stewie in the way, but it just looks bunchy and unprofessional. That dashes to the rocks all my assumptions about the superiority of pre-1970 furniture.

The baby is adorable. How much you wanna bet those eyebrows turned him into a homosexual during his adolescence? There's a screenplay in there somewhere.

Award Deux

I have nothing to write at the moment that is particularly insightful or provocative, so that means we're due for round two of Awards for Random Things. Once again, the fur collars have it!

Thank you google image search! When I make my epic movie about set in the late 1920's or early 30's, the one on the left will be a star, based solely on pelt count.

Well, time to go get sauced at a local bar on a week night with two of my favorite twenty-first century women.