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Free at Last

Coretta Scott King is Dead at 78 "We have a lot more work to do in our common struggle against bigotry and discrimination. I say “common struggle” because I believe very strongly that all forms of bigotry and discrimination are equally wrong and should be opposed by right-thinking Americans everywhere. Freedom from discrimination based on sexual orientation is surely a fundamental human right in any great democracy, as much as freedom from racial, religious, gender, or ethnic discrimination." — November 9, 2000

The Problem With Nan Talese

If we seem a little groggy this morning, forgive us — we didn’t sleep much at all last night, kept awake by the questions running through our head: Did Oprah go too far yesterday with her hard-ass questioning and truth-and-redemption shtick? Is Frey a pathological liar, or just some dude who fucked up? How much is the publishing industry to blame? If it hadn’t been a Book Club book, would this be such a big deal? Can a book’s worth exist independent of the author’s intent? And how did they get all those little sprinkles to stick on that guy’s hand? But of all the issues floating around our dizzy little heads, there was one in particular that we kept bugging us: What’s up with Nan Talese’s teeth?

"...like a puppet on a string."

Now that someone has staged " The Diary of Anne Frank" with puppets we doubt that anyone will be interested in our performance of "Schindler's List" using Beanie Babies. Damn. Thanks to our live-in love monkey for the tip.
Jesus, whether you believe in him or not, loves you, and that’s why he’s given you the documents from Paris Hilton’s deposition . You knew the bitch was dumb, but you never could have predicted this level of retardation. It’s medical, really. Praise be to Gawker . Amen

The whole can of worms.

"And perhaps just as important as the stereotypes shattered is the stereotype left unrevised: that gay men are isolated, trapped and doomed." While we know that lots of folks gay and straight have been blow away by the saga that is Brokeback Mountain we do not count ourselves among the adoring throng. After many attempts to explain ourselves we've found a professional writer who says it way better than we ever could. The quote above is from novelist Adam Mars-Jones and appeared in the December 18th 2005 edition of London's Observer newspaper. Click here to read his review of the film. Many thanks to Allen for bringing the review to our attention. Ok kids...have at it.

As Promised...

hunky guys in board shorts. We're glad that Abercrombie & Fitch has stopped all that sexually suggestive homo-erotic advertising. We didn't like that at all.

Houston, We have a problem.

Blogspot is currently suffering some technical problems preventing me from posting pictures and since I know you'd rather see hunky guys in board shorts than read my dissertation on why Brokeback Mountain is bad for queers we'll take a brief pause.

How to spend your day off.

The kids over at Gawker spent some time on craigslist and found a few ways to beat the cold and celebrate the great man. Click the link above and explore your options. Oh yeah..... And let freedom ring.

L is for Llama

Love Is A Force Of Photoshop

Giving the term cowpoke a whole new meaning .

Stroke Stroke Stroke

During one of our many google searches we came across this picture of the 1950 Boston College varsity crew. Presented it here as a public service. Click the picture for a better look.

The Real Shame Is That Watermelon Isn’t in Season

Spotted today in the elevator bank at the Manhattan VA Hospital: To commemorate Susan B. Anthony’s birthday next month, female employees will be invited to prepare lunch, serve it, and then do the dishes. Via Gawker

Oh yeah, They save lives and stuff too.

Our new Monday night obsession is Court TV's Beach Patrol San Diego . Think of it as Cops but everybody is tan and hunky. As much as we love watching a strapping peace officer bust a perp we love it even more when all parties concerned are clad only in board shorts.

MY EYES MY EYES

Star Jones writes of her “intoxicatingly sexual relationship” with hubby Al Reynolds. You, in the meantime, gouge out your eyes and pray for some dark horsemen to make it all go away.

New New York Laws to Please Ice-Cream Men, Anti-Graffiti Cops, and Samuel Gompers

The Daily News has a rundown this morning of the new laws that went into effect with the new year. The tab lets us know that Mister Softee trucks are now allowed to play the jingle when moving but not when stopped, that minimum wage has raised from one amount that’s too little to live on to another amount that’s too little to live on, and that people under 21 are not allowed to own spray paint, among other things. Also: Harkening back to the 1911 Triangle Shirtwaist factory fire, in which 146 women died because they were locked into the building, the city is outlawing any locking of doors that endangers workers. Penalties for obstructing exits will be increased. Such quick response to a tragedy is always gratifying to see. Via Gawker