Shower Thoughts

I laughed when I read this one, because I had the exact same thoughts when I worked in a hospital…

I work IT for a hospital, and when I’m wheeling a cart of equipment around, it takes everything I’ve got to not yell, “Bring out your dead!”

Quote of the Day

Democrats need to grow a pair and go on TV and radio and start actually slugging it out with idiotic Republicans. They don’t need to go low like the GOP, but fucking man the trench for once and don’t give an inch. Climate change is REAL. Evolution is REAL. Tax cuts DO NOT WORK. Healthcare is a RIGHT. Black people and muslims are being MURDERED on a daily basis. Trump COLLUDED with the Russians. Democrats need to start fighting like the world and people’s lives depend on it.” ~ Levi Olson (via leviolson)

I’ve been screaming to the Democrats to grow a spine since W was in the White House!

Shower Thoughts

If you politely ask me to disable adblock, I probably will. If you block the content and say that you will only show it if I disable adblock I will never visit your website again.

Gratuitous Adam Garcia

Because why the hell not?

Last week I finished watching Nat Geo’s Genius, a fascinating 10-part miniseries chronicling the life and times of physicist Albert Einstein. Because of the way his story was presented (and because I don’t know enough about the life of the man to say otherwise) I came away from the series with a single thought: Einstein was a dick. A brilliant dick, yes. But still a dick.

In the final episode, Adam Garcia played WWII’s famous “catcher-cum-spy” Moe Berg, who was tasked with obtaining intelligence from—and assassinating if necessary—Werner Heisenberg (author of the famous Uncertaincy Principle) in regards to Nazi attempts to build an atomic bomb.

I was unfamiliar with Garcia’s work, but since he looked good enough to eat in Genius, so you can be assured I’ll be keeping an eye out for this actor in the future.

Thirty Years

Kent Kelly 15 November 1955 – 24 June 1987

I guess I’m kind of weird in that in addition to keeping friends’ and family’s birthdays in my calendar, I also keep note of their passing. (It probably stems from having lost so many to the ravages of AIDS in the 80s and 90s.) Today I noticed it’s been thirty years—thirty years—since my friend and mentor Kent Kelly departed this planet.

I was set to raise a glass and wax poetic about what Kent meant to me and how he influenced my life, but realized I’d already written extensively of our quirky relationship a couple years ago, so I guess that only leaves the raising of the glass and maybe posting a couple additional pix…

Addicted to the Internets

I think part of the reason I’m so hopelessly addicted to the internet right now is that I am constantly searching for some good news, for some relief from the horrible, morally-draining, depressing situation this country finds itself in.

Every time I log in, I hope to be greeted with some screaming headline like:

or

or

Or any number of other things that only fear for my own karma prevent me from publicly stating. But sadly, it seems every login only brings more news of the America we know and love being systematically destroyed by the Russian Puppet, one of his cloven-hoofed minions, or the Republican Congress (a wholly-owned subsidiary of the Russian Federation) all while the media is spewing BULLSHIT with absolutely no push-back happening whatsoever.

And what’s worse is it feels like we are powerless to stop it.

John Ossoff’s loss last night to Karen Handel didn’t help matters. So many of us had viewed that as a bellwether of the 2018 mid-terms and in fact, despite the initially demoralizing loss, it may still be. GA06 was a deep red district that went overwhelmingly to Trump and whose last Republican handedly won over his Democratic challenger by 21%. Handel won by only 4%. If that can happen in a red district, imagine what could happen in a purple one…

Surprisingly perhaps, I still save faith in our system and that the country will eventually wake from this nightmare; we’ve endured worse and have come through a better people because of it—but I am impatient and I want it to be over with now. I want to be able to go back to sleeping soundly at night. I don’t want to be walking around in a continual cloud of depression. I don’t want to have to think about what the President is doing, because I know he’s an adult, and has this country’s best interest at heart.

In short, I want to see that illegitimate bastard currently occupying the White House and every one of his associates dragged away in chains. But thanks to the likes of The Palmer Report (whose every lede and bit of reporting has been borne out as factual) and others, I know the wheels of justice are turning; just not as quickly as I’d like. But impeachment is not something to be rushed. It takes time; all the i’s must be dotted and the t’s crossed if we are to rid ourselves of the criminal cabal currently dismantling our country and destroying our place in the world.

When I finally shuffle off this mortal coil I want the ferret-wearing, cheeto-faced shitgibbon and his willfully ignorant, red-capped lunatic followers to be but a distant memory, a cancer was successfully eradicated from the body politic, and if that takes a longer than I’d like, it will be worth it.

Shower Thoughts

You know how you pull the smartphone out of your pocket to check the time? Smartphones are the 21st Century pocket watch.

American Gods Went Out With a Bang

Season One of American Gods wrapped up last night, and while it answered many of the questions it’s posed, it has also left me wanting so much more. Only 8 episodes? That seems like just a prologue! Really STARZ?

Okay, I get it. This wild, crazy, visually stunning show is an expensive undertaking. The sets, constuming, and special effects are absolutely cinematic. But only 8 episodes and we have to wait how long for Season Two?

Quote of the Day

Oh, there are a lot of lousy people in the world. Also, a lot of terrific people. You’ve gotta remember that, and you’ve got to move in the right circles. I have days where I just want everyone to go fuck themselves or walk off a cliff, but I only say that to myself, and I smile and I walk home and I have some tea, I talk to Garson [Kanin, her husband], I might take a nap. Then I wake up and I write, and in writing, I wipe away all the unpleasantness of the day, of the people, of the city, whatever. We have it in our power to overcome assholes, and I think we have them thrown into our path to see if we have the chops to handle them. Handle them.” ~ Ruth Gordon, American Actress, 1984

Gratuitous Tim Pigott-Smith

From Clash of the Titans (1981)

Sadly, Mr. Pigott-Smith is no longer with us, but I know he left an indelible impression on more than one horny gay boy in the 1980s with his portrayal of Thallo and that beard in this film.