Once again it is time for Project Angel Food‘s Bowling With Angels. As you may know this is my favorite charity. They feed thousands of terminally ill people hot meals each day. The Angel Mafia is back! I am co-captain with my dear friend Chad Darnell! Last year we raised almost $10,000 for the charity. This year we wanna double that!
So I’m just gonna rift this off the top of my head.
Dreamgirls rocked. And no I’m not one of those gay guys who loves a musical. I hate musicals. I hated Rent. I can’t stand that “5 million six hundred twenty five thousand“…Ugh… The moment I hear that I go running and screaming away. Lived in NYC a million times. Never saw a musical. Cats is my nightmare. Phantom Of The Opera? I’d die first. I’m also not one of those gays that likes… Well let’s put it this way I wasn’t a fan of Brokeback Mountain. Why the hell didn’t they just move to San Francisco? Or New York? Or hell Miami? Though Miami gets too hot in the summer for my tastes. Anyway I liked Dreamgirls. Jamie Foxx sucked. Horridly miscast. And he is really unattractive. We don’t need to see that face, that big ever again. Actually this was only the second movie I’ve ever seen him in. I saw Collateral, which didn’t suck. And Jamie and the ever-annoying Jada Pinkett-Smith were very good in it.
Taye Diggs should have been Curtis. Bill Condon always goes for the big name to the detriment of the movie. How bad were Richard Gere and John C. Reilly in Chicago? And Queen Latifa as the Prison Matron? MISCAST.
Okay you know I love the Oscars. Every year I get so excited about the nominations. I gotta say this year I’m surprised by so much! Let me get this off my chest right away… I can’t believe Bill Condon didn’t get nominated for Best Director for Dreamgirls. And wasn’t Dreamgirls so much better than Chicago (which I loved). And remember Chicago got every accolade known to mankind. I also would have subbed Dreamgirls for United 93. My roommate and I had a debate about United… I say it’s simply good propaganda and who is going to come out and say it was a mediocre film? My roommate says that it did well internationally and was a good, little seen film. I counter with I truly doubt the members of the Academy even saw it.
Now on to actors: How exciting for Djimon Honsou? I don’t like him. He said something years ago about a gay photographer that I thought was extremely derogatory towards gays. But that makes me sound like one of the internet idiots that hate me and have never met me so I’ll give him a break that I never get. He was great in Blood Diamond. And he’s mad sexy. I loved Leo in The Departed, which I thought was a big, steaming pile of crap. And it was like 4 hours long. It sucked. Jack Nichloson phoned it in. That bloated Baldwin was unwatchable. Also Mark Wahlberg? C’mon!? Are you kidding? Are they giving him the nom because in this movie he spoke? The man hasn’t been good in anything since Boogie Nights. If you wanna give him something give him an award for being frigging hot and suck a convincing psycho in Fear. I love that movie. And why no Matt? Matt Damon ruled in The Departed! A film which I hated BTW. Thank goodness they didn’t give Jack Nicholson a pity nom! But they did give Scorcese a pity nom. Please do not give him a pity Oscar. My money is on Babel. Which mysteriously didn’t get Brad or Cate noms. What the hell?! Just give Brad for showing up! He show have got nom’d for Mr and Mrs Smith in 2005.
As you know I have a problem with YouTube. I think it’s gross. And all that clip and paste bulls*^t makes me crazy. When I see those video tributes made by people who obviously need a life it makes me ill. Creating a false reality makes you insane. Not hopeful. You’re seeing things that didn’t exist. And you got played by players. Who continue to play you because you’re um mm… Gullible. Alright that’s all I’m gonna say… Well one more thing: CBS should sue that site and make them take that stuff down. If you wanna post your homemade video of you dancing around and acting stupid or your “adorable” pet/baby eating tinsel or even your sex tape, fine but lay off me & my friends. There I’m done. Kinda.
This all started with a clip I was emailed of someone I thought was kinda a friend of mine saying homophobic things about me. Of course it’s on YouTube. Of course some ass grabbed it from the live feeds and posted it. Yeah, freedom of speech. Or freedom to post. Whatever. To the poster; did you put that up there because you thought it was funny? Or you agreed? Or to punish the person who said those things or who was spoken of? To the friend; I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt and forgiving you for having a moment. We all did. I hope the hate that you pointed at me because of my sexuality isn’t a true statement as to who you are. In fact it was my sexuality that allowed me to see you clearly for who you are. Gay boys don’t get played by men. Unless there’s ass involved. Then all bets are off.
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I’m just back from NYC. I did The Maury Show. Todd Newton was also on. It was fun. And of course now I wanna be the new Connie Chung. Maury is cute. My episode is about videos on YouTube. And you know how I feel about that. I mean apparently there is video of me trimming my nose hair while Janelle and Erika do their eyebrows. If you downloaded that you are sick. And if you watched? Twisted. Hey divas gotta groom. It’s all about maintenance. And I couldn’t kit out to have my girl Babette do it for me now could I?
I spent a bit of time in NYC. I still have many friends there. Crazy Makeba, my Kiki, Legs, Tom and E. And gosh I lived there on and off for years while playing model. I once loved the city. Not so much anymore. Once you live in Cali, it changes everything. Though NYC is cleaner than ever, it’s still dirty. And there are far too many people there. And the traffic is unlike anywhere else in the world. And if I saw one more girl in skinny jean shoved into high boot I swear I was gonna throw up! Everyone was doing it! Fat girls. Skinny girls! Short girls! Black girls. Asian girls. Rich girls. Poor girls. Hell even the Latin girls were doing it and it’s not sexy. Latin girls usually don’t follow a trend unless it’s sexy. I don’t think you are gonna see Giselle or Adriana looking like Peter Pan or Captain Jack Sparrow wearing stupid roll down boots with jeans tucked into them. All that’s missing is a hook and a parrot on your shoulder! Hold it. Let me amend that. On Giselle and Adriana it looks right. But anything looks right on them so…
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So it was suggested this summer that I am not a good friend. That was truly one of the most hurtful things, in a long list of things, that has ever been said about me. Let me clarify; it was said that I turn on my friends. Well 1st, I was playing a game this summer. A game where friendship and loyalty are famously tested. A game where strangers meet and compete. A game where 4 years ago I lost sight of the fact that I was competing for money and chose friendship over cash. And was famously punished for that transgression. Believe me I went into All-Stars with one loyalty this time: me. I wasn’t looking for friends, I was searching for cash and prizes.
Am I really friends with anyone from Big Brother? In all honesty I’d have to say no. Not while on the show anyway. Yes, I like some of those knuckleheads. I count Kiki, Diane and Erika as my pals. James and Sarah I love. Janelle too. Big Willie Wikle is my bud. I think fondly of Roddy though we’ll never be friends. A few people I hate and never wanna lay eyes on again. Which is cool. You aren’t going to be friends with everyone you meet.
So Mikey got caught with his hand in the cookie jar big time. Huge. And mama put a mouse trap in there in the form of a video camera. Here’s the thing, all of us no matter what race we are, harbor some racist thought about some other race. Period. Let’s hope we mask it better than Mr. Richards. Poor thing. He was done before but now he’s super-done.
What he should have done is not said a word for 2 weeks and then gone on Oprah. O would have started out with, “What were you thinking?” Then moved into, “No you did not?”, with head shake and Black girl finger wave. Next she would have led the audience in a gentle scolding. This is where Michael breaks into tears. And after that, admonishment. “We know you are sorry Michael.” “Don’t let it happen again.” Followed by a hug. But not too close. That sweater is cashmere. And probably by Ralph Lauren. Followed by a round of applause. Then O could have spun the show into a meaningful dialogue about race in America and the world.
