Angels and Others

We love this funny and terrifying queen and we are very glad that she's back in New Orleans come hell and high water. One word of warning.... You ever seen what six months in a FEMA trailer does to a queen? That shit ain't pretty.

Missing Mardi Gras? Live vicariously through the various webcams set up along Bourbon Street. Via Towleroad .

The New Orleans Public Library is asking for any and all hardcover and paperback books for people of all ages in an effort to restock the shelves after Katrina. The staff will assess which titles will be designated for its collections. The rest will be distributed to destitute families or sold forlibrary fundraising. Please send your books to: Rica A. Trigs Public Relations New Orleans Public Library 219 Loyola Avenue New Orleans, LA 70112 If you tell the post office that they are for the library in New Orleans, they will give you the library rate which is slightly less than the book rate.

We are sending out big ,fat, dripping birthday wishes to our west cost compatriot Keven . Kisses We love ya homeylamb.

Ok. So yesterday we have two hunky naked fishermen and today we have a hunky half naked NASCAR driver. Being a redneck has never been so sexy or strangely homoerotic. Is there something you want to tell us dad?

Has the fishing demographic shifted THAT much ? Berkley Gulp seems to think so. Via Gawker

Innovative sales techniques from the Soho Housing Works. via Gawker

You've certainly never heard the Von Trapp family singers sound like this . Matthew Perpetua at Fluxblog brings us the "distinct aesthetic" of Max Tundra, who turns the musical classic "So Long, Farewell" into a frantic yet upbeat perversion of itself. "The first time that I heard this, I spent the full duration of the song with a slack-jawed look of giddy disbelief on my face," says Perpetua. I'd have to agree. At first the syncopation to me sounded horribly dissonant, but as the song progressed I was eventually won over, and smiled upon realizing that the Von Trapps had fled the auditorium. Thanks to Towleroad .

I came across this video of "our Kate" and had to share it with you. I saw this performance when I was 12 years old. Being permitted to stay up late was a big deal even on a Saturday. While most of SNL was over my head (it was smart back in 1978) these to performances stuck with me for the rest of my life. The next day at the mall I bought "The Kick Inside"(my very first import) for the princely sum of $10.99. A fan was born.

And cute, cute , cute. Rufus is New York's top dog.

Happy Valentine's Day that is. And thanks to les mecs at ohlalaparis for the swell pic

Ok. So we got some snow but it's not like it's the worst blizzard in New York City history...oh wait...it is the worst blizzard in New York City history. There's two and a half feet of snow in Central Park and we don't have to be to work until noon tomorrow...so many choices...Food Channel,Fine Living Network,Bravo...so many choices.

Our one and only diva is back: After her critically acclaimed and sold-out Valentine’s Day Massacre of 2004, vocalist, virtuoso pianist and sine qua non diva Diamanda Galás returns to The Knitting Factory for another spellbinding night of tragic love and homicidal songs. Hell’s favorite angel will rip your heart out with thirteen favorite covers and original songs, conjuring shattered love, blinding obsession and howling melancholy. Diamanda’s Valentine’s Day Massacre will be performed at The Knitting Factory (74 Leonard Street, NYC) on February 14, 2006, at 7:30pm and 10:30pm. Tickets are $20 and can be ordered at or 212-219-3132

As if you wanted to know, Star Jones Reynolds divulges her thoughts on the most romantic Broadway song ever: “You Are My Dream” from DREAMGIRLS because I remember thinking…”one day, someone will say that to me”…and he did. The couple that quotes Broadway together, stays together. In separate bedrooms, of course. The snark masters that are Gawker turned us on to this tidbit. We love and hate them for it.

Studio nixed James Dean & Sal Mineo kiss plan in Rebel Without a Cause The latest issue of Entertainment Weekly look back at Rebel Without a Cause and reveals that there was a plan for the film to include a kiss between James Dean and Sal Mineo. Warner Brothers, however, wasn't up for it. "While vetting the Rebel script, Warner honcho Steve Trilling made it clear - in writing - that a kiss between Dean and Mineo would not be tolerated." It didn't stop Director Nicholas Ray from painting the portrait though. He asked asked a teenage Mineo what he wanted most in life. "‘My driver’s license," Mineo said. "Fine," Ray said. "Look at Jimmy as if he’s your driver’s license." Beyond the obvious adoration, the film is chock full of clues regarding Plato’s sexual preference too, like the 8x10 glossy of Alan Ladd hanging in his high school locker. Thanks to Queerday for running the story today and Vito Russo for tell us this 20 years ago in t...

God knows we love us some Mrs Ritchie,even on last night's Grammys performing with those creepy cartoon puppet things. This however is more our speed. Check out the brad new video for "Sorry" here . Love that roller boogie. Kisses

Hey Kids. Sorry for the total lack of posts but we've been hangin in L.A. with our pal Keven. He was a great tour guide and we had a great time. Although we doubt seriously that we could ever truly love a city where restaurants close at 9pm. 9pm? What's are these people Amish ? But we digress. We hear you asking " What does the big white elephant on the left have to do with anything?" Wait and see little lambs, wait and see.

Yes you will go to hell Brandy. A hell of torment and burning fire where evil dogs will tear your flesh and maggots will eat your eyes. Because god loves you. Thanks to James.

Ooooh, Anderson Cooper is hiring a Production Assistant. Can you handle it when those icy blue eyes demand a latte? Are you ready to make the appointments for his silver mane to be trimmed at Robert Kree? [ BrassRing ] via Gawker

This morning Punxsutawney Phil, the ugly groundhog upon which a nation of idiots places its springtime hopes and fears, saw his shadow. Six more weeks of unseasonably warm winter, goshdarnit. Related: Last year, conservatives questioned Phil’s sexuality , arguing that he had lived alone for so long that he was some sort of gay icon. Unfortunately, this year brings more evidence to the case that Phil’s on TeamAiken: Gobbler’s Knob? Our gayest gay bars aren’t even that graphic.

"I have lost my son. I have lost my First Amendment rights. I have lost the country that I love. Where did America go?"