Thursday, October 05, 2006


Rest In Peace, dear, bad-ass Cleopatra Jones, a.k.a Tamara Dobson.

you don't know kung-fu hottness, until you've seen this.

and, yes, that is THE Shelly Winters, who was Nana Mary on Roseanne and, as far this working class qweeirdo is concerned, is one of the Best Shows of all Gay time. for, it is where i saw my first Lesbian Kiss, which somehow i internalized as a Good Thing, despite the stupid WARNING at the beginning about the 'adult nature' of the episode.

saved my life, i tell you.

actually, i think i will tell you. perhaps a short piece from The Chronicles of I.M.Butch. Stay tuned.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

word watch

here i am in Pennsylvania, and even the National News is talking about the school shootings in Amish Lancaster County.

Paradise, PA, as it were. and when i was the stock manager of a natural foods store in South Philly, the folks that brought us most of out Organic produce were from Paradise. and, right now, my thoughts are with them.

and this is the thing that is stuck in my mind the most. apparently, the murderous rampage-er told his wife that "he was acting out to achieve revenge for something that happened 20 years ago" according to anyway.


the aformentioned quote is what the police said, but most newscasts are saying Charles Carl Roberts IV had a "grudge" from 20 years ago. seems a little dismissive, don't you think? i mean, grudges are always depicted as silly things. like, i may have a grudge against my 7th grade friend for sitting choosing to sit at the Popular kids table, instead of with me. pissed, yes. maybe i should work it out, yes. because it's not ok to hold a grudge, right. but, in most cases, we are expected to just get over it. no biggie.


'Grudges' don't make people tie up young girls and shoot them execution style, do they? something for real serious truamatized this guy, and what ever it is, it deserves a more powerful term then grudge, i think. maybe.

but we can't seem to see people as simultaniously victims of really nasty horrible shit, who are also also perpetrators of really nasty, horrible shit on others. Andrea Yates is the first that comes to mind for me. she's either a cold-blooded murderer or guilty by reason of insanity, but neither description/verdict/decree of identity addresses domestic violence or post-partum depression as viable ideas under the Law. friggin' September 11th is another. it's all Guilty or mutually exclusively Innocent, or Good or mutually exclusively Bad. i bet if we approached things more Venn Diagram-like, we would get a much clearer map of when the hell is going on.

and to my mind, the repressed always returns, no question - when, where, and how is the matter we need to be concerned with. it doesn't amatter what happened to Charles Carl Roberts IV. It is a matter of how he got to a place where murder/abusing others is the only way to reconcile it. And when some caring person sees others' in pain, and is brave enough to intervene, it creates a safe place for everyone who has been victimized to bare witness. and they might just be able to purge their anguish through spewing words, rather than create more pain with their spewing bullets.

Monday, October 02, 2006

football = no showmance

this just ruined my Monday night:

Hey Bachelor fans! The Eagles are playing Monday night on 6abc, but you can still catch the 2 hour premiere of:
The Bachelor: Rome
Just set your VCR/DVR to 6abc Tuesday night at 1:05am, for 2 hours of romance.
You catch The Bachelor: Rome at its regular time - Monday at 9pm the following week.
So don't forget...the 2-hour Premiere of The Bachelor: Rome - late night Tuesday, on 6abc.

what? tuesday is after monday, and, are you sure that you mean Tuesday night, because methinks you mean Monday morning....

either way, its

Fuck your TiVo. i want my rome-mance.