sads

I hadn't realized that Wendy Richards had passed on to the big television box in the sky last week at the age of 65 after fighting breast cancer. She played Miss Brahms in Are You Being Served? alongside the most fabulous John Inman. (Pegasus wishes he were as fabulous as Mr Humphries.)
Here is my favorite episode of the show, called "Cold Comfort" when, in an effort to save some money, Mr Grace turns off the heat for a day and Mr Lucas puts some mittens on his feet.

Let the hilarity commence!

real style

First of all, wtf why is iTunes terms of agreement constantly changing. I stopped reading all that shit a long time ago and just go ahead and tick the box. I don't even bother to scroll anymore. I used to do that and pretend to skim to make me feel better but I've gotten way too lazy for that. I know I'm not supposed to read contracts and so on and I've probably just signed over my soul to Steve Jobs, but I just want my Cancion de la Semana!

I suggest after looking through these, you make an appointment with your hair stylist immediately. This applies to the males, females, and shemales (remember, Lance thinks you're ALL beautiful) amongst us. Images [link]

(this one is for moob hair, duh)

'bout time

OMG I can't believe I've never bothered to watch the video for this. I thought Youtube couldn't get better after the kitten eating broccoli, but we must all remember that the 70's will just continue to amaze us (er, me) forever.

...Et vive le beardiness!

the return of the ginger

I was so sad because we haven't had a proper ginger in ages. I like to think this guy is a cross between everyone's favorite lesbian, Rojo Caliente, and Gnarls Barkley.

Hurrah for punnet squares!

sassy

I'm no fashion expert, but then again neither is Clay Aiken, so I don't know why the hell he's going to be on America's Next Top Model. Just because he's gay doesn't mean he knows anything about clothes or modeling or whatever.

I couldn't stand to watch Tyra's giant forehead keep bringing on the crazy the past two seasons. Bitch please! I promise you that never in a million years will I use the words "fierce" or "SMILE WIT YO EYEZ" here. If I do, feel free to murder me. (The previous does not count)

But back to topic. With this news, however, I suspect that Paulina Porizkova won't be coming back. Ah well, I liked Twiggy better anyway. But Mr Coyne likes Paulina because apparently in his youth (I think that means the 80s, not sure) he used to go clubbing a lot and smoke cigarettes and so on. Anyway, this one time when he was going out for a smoke, he bumped into Paulina and her really drunk friend leaving (as he said) "a bachelorette party gone wrong." Anyway he started squealing and being like "OMG! You're Paulina!" (also verbatim) and apparently he helped her out and got the drunk friend into a taxi.

He also told me that he thinks he could go on Oprah and do college counseling shit and meet urban youth and be like "You have no home but we're sending you to college!" He thinks he'd be really good at it.
I half-agree. I think he should go on Oprah and talk about his celebrity encounters and his opinions on Jessica Simpson's weight. He also told me that he's had experience on talk shows too, which is good to know. Apparently also back in the day, he was an audience member on Ricki Lake's talk show and ended up yelling shit at the guest like "YOU GO GIRL!" and "DUMP THAT BITCH!" I love when one sassy audience member (i.e. Mr Coyne) starts yelling out advice and all the homegirls start clapping and shit. Beautiful.

P.S. No matter what the caption says, I'm pretty sure that's a sassy black guy in a wig.

stephen fry !

My beloved Stephen Fry was stuck in an elevator (i.e. "caught in the lift" you can thank me later for my highly prized English to English translation skills) but not to worry, he made it out safe and sound. But he twittered the entire ordeal so he had thousands of his followers for company.

Anyway, its curious to see how this silly website (silly because it isn't my first love, Facebook, for shame!) has been in the news a lot recently. Only a couple days ago some crazyass lady twittered during labor and through the birth of her child. I don't even know or want to know how she found time to type while pushin' out a baby. But, Twitter was in the news most prominently, of course, when the plane came down into the Hudson.

Side note: I travel a lot and they're always going on about the little videos about oxygen masks and exits and rafts that I don't pay attention to, but I must admit it's a little disconcerting now how everyone is saying that landing a plane in water is a fucking miracle. I don't like that. I want it to be a guarantee that all of my flights will safely land, otherwise, I will have to ask Chesley Sullenberger, to pilot all my flights from now on.

Anyway, there's Stephen Fry for you and something quite interesting.

oh hei

WHOA THERE CRAZY EYEZ!!!!

Is it a man? Is it a woman? Dare I say pre-op tranny? Who cares, it's the fucking 80's!

I wonder if it's possible to go blind in one eye from wearing an eye patch all the fucking time. I hope he switches it around from eye to eye to prevent blindness because we can't have that going on, no offense blind people. In fact, if for some reason you're reading this out loud to your blind friend, feel free to leave out this bit.

Dead or Alive once again bring you into the beautiful world of... um, I'm not really sure, but you can be assured a couple of acid tabs were dropped while making this shit. Beautiful.

partayyy

Okay so today is a really fucking important day. No, not for me. For Celeste. Because the Steelers are going to the fucking Superbowl. I'll be honest I don't give two short flying rat's asses what that's supposed to mean because it's sports related and just thinking about exercise makes me weep cold French tears that Henri Andre is probably rejoicing over while softly caressing his finely toned muscles.
...Okay that was a really weird image on the point of making me physically ill.
I must be a bit hysterical.

Anyway, in honor of this momentous occasion, you should all break out the liquor (obviously), find a little dinosaur friend to cuddle up to (maybe not the one above, he looks like kind of a prick) in your Steelers hot pants and sequined Banana Slugs shirts, and par-tayyy!

celeste is a genius

I knew that Patrick Wolf existed because I heard a while ago that he got beat down for being a simple gay man trying to make out with his boyfriend at a Madonna concert. He took to Electroqueen (dayumm) and in an interview moaned that,

"They just didn't like the fact that I was in hot pants and a sequined hoodie and having a good time."

This explains several things. First and foremost, of course, this is why Celeste likes Madonna... because it's the only place she can wear her sequined Banana Slugs tee and Steelers hot pants and not get stared at. I suspect that Celeste was already aware that you can get ass at these things (er, not Madge's steroid ass, but... you know, dinosaur ass possibly. I'd like to believe there is love for us all out there.)
Anyway, I never really cared about Mr Wolf, here, until I decided to Google image him and realized that he's British, crazy, flamboyantly gay, and most importantly, (albeit fake) GINGER.
So much love.

Bonus!

shiny!

When I mention an eye patch, bathrobe, and fabulous hair, if you're normal, like me, you think "Oh David Bowie, I love you so much." As much as I wish I'd somehow been a part of that movie masterpiece known as Labyrinth, I would definitely settle for being in this music video.

It's got the makings of all the beautiful and totally hot things that define the 80's (in my mind... my mother who was actually alive and lucky enough to be in Europe during this glamorous time, begs to differ). But seriously, though, this shit is amazing. It's got a disco ball and an androgynous lunatic in eyeliner who has great facial expressions and does bad dancing while waving a gold flag.

samwell saves the day

I know that you all have been waiting anxiously for Samwell's line of merchandise which, thankfully, includes What What underwear. In this time of recession and so on, I am afraid that I must warn you that it helps to be thin because the 3x large sizes of this will cost you an extra three dollars, which doesn't seem like a lot, but if you're planning to get several pairs and wear them every other day, then it adds up! Trust.

hot dayumm

Heylo,
If you are expecting to read about my deep philosophical opinions on poetry, Ionesco and Sartre, and talk about important films or whatever, you can be assured that this is not the place to be.
It is highly possible, however, that I will mention things like my disappointment in Venetian art and apprehension about Mannerism, blue book essays on Camus, research on court life under Charles I, celebrated biology teacher and femme fatale Celeste Payne, hipster spotting at the MFA, and the fact that I am a crazy Anglophile with a deep appreciation for things from the 80's and 90's and gingers. But! it's only because I actually manage to weave these things quite easily into conversation.
I hope you can join me in this little experiment of life.
You know what I'm talkin bout.

Finally, if you woke up this morning wishing for an acid trip, but was sorely disappointed, I bring you a crazyass video, in which, I believe the lead singer is called Steve Strange. Too good. If I ever start a band, I would definitely go the Sex Pistols route and make up my name (I'm leaning towards Bunches McGinty... it's got a ring to it, like Sid Vicious).
I am actually shocked that I've never heard of Visage before when they are clearly carbon copies of Boy George but with less Raggedy Andy hair and more drugs and male prostitutes. This is the kind of shit even I could put together with Samwell, his flamboyant backup singers, bedsheets, and my mother's make-up. Sounds sexy, if not disturbing. You're welcome.