God, what a week. My sister self-destructs, and then Ginger, our "rescue" terrier, takes another bite out of the BF.
I was thinkin' about Sis again. She apparently had this warrant out for her arrest because she was driving under the influence and hit a garbage truck (WM logo, BTW) last year. And instead of going to court and facing up, she ummm, goes to Hawaii INSTEAD! So she gets back, and things seem all fine and she has a lie about everything to make the family think every thing's cool, but secretly the cops have her number, and she knows it! So it eats at her, and eats at her, and she listens to a neighbor who tells her she's looking at at LEAST 5 years in the slammer and the paranoia basically makes her CRAZY!
Truth is, she's not a high priority for Kirkland's Finest, so they never actually get around to her arrest, until yesterday, when she totally FLIPS OUT and starts accusing everyone on her street of NARCING on her to the cops! She does this in her usual demure fashion, which would be SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS in the middle of the street using every profanity ever written!!!
Her timing is perfect, because at the same time a bunch of soccer moms are walking their precious cargo home from school right on that very same street! The mom's freak, and call the cops, who run her name, see the warrants, and come calling. So basically, Melanie's fear caused her to act in a way that caused her worst fear to manifest!
My sister has been acting irrationally all week. She's been calling the parents with paranoid delusions of the police being after her, thinking they were staking her out, watching her. I saw her this morning, we crossed paths as we were walking our respective dogs. She asked us some bizarre questions, and she wasn't drunk (unusual in itself) but V and I both commented afterwards that we thought she had finally gone round the bend.
Finally this evening, she makes another panicky call to mom, and according to her boyfriend, she was throwing clothes on the bed, packing, ready to make a run for it! Finally she bolts out of the house onto the street, running smack into the cops!
As it turns out, she had a bench warrant out for her arrest from last year (stemming from a DUI), and the ever speedy Kirkland Keystone Cops had finally come for her. So she wasn't paranoid delusional after all... she was telling the truth!
Stemming from my Rocket Research last month, I found that Alan Arkin (who had played Peevy Peabody - the airplane mechanic who made the rocket/grail actually work) starred in the 1979 cult classic The In-Laws, along with Peter Falk. Falk plays Vince Recardo, who tells hysterically exaggerated tales of his (CIA) consulting work in 1954 Guatemala. Arkin plays Sheldon Kornpett, mild-mannered Manhattan dentist.
As the adventures of Sheldon (Alan Arkin) and Vince become more outlandish, Sheldon becomes convinced that Vince is also insane. Still somehow he cannot abandon Vince, perhaps due to the impending marriage of their children, or perhaps due to his general decency, and goes along with his crazy schemes, having his life threatened on more than one occasion. --Wikipedia
Sheldon eventually realizes that Vince has been telling the truth about everything, and it all works out well (and profitably) for them both!
Halloween is the essential gay holiday. I think its because of the dress up thing - every queen is an Actress at heart, and a role is a role, no matter how small. Halloween parties are fun because everyone there is playing an archetype. Which IMHO is what everyone is doing 24/7 ANYWAY, but at a Halloween party it's all right out in the open! Thinking back over a few of my more memorable costumes, I've been an alien robot as a child, a bee, a soldier in high heels (my feet swore "Never again!") One year a friend and I went as Mummies (you know, sexy mummies...) He was a recovering Mormon, so we were some crazy Egyptian/Aztec duo, or something.
Thanks to the House of Vader, (which is doing one Halloween post a day 'til the Great Pumpkin Day), I watched Disney's version of the Hudson River classic: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. It's a tale of two men in competition for a wealthy and beautiful woman - in other words - the story of Troy and the War of Heaven all over again. This little coquet is named Katrina, and her charms sweep like a hurricane through tiny Sleepy Hollow, devastating every male. The competition eventually thins to two suiters - Ichabod Crane, the physically awkward but socially elegant schoolteacher, and Abraham "Brom Bones" Van Brunt, his polar opposite.
You might say that Ichabod represents the lofty head of science, learning, social graces and artistic skill (the left brain), while Brom represents the head down under - the swaggering rogue with bone (the right brain). We know from the very start of this competition that Katrina has already chosen Brom, but she uses Ichabod as a foil - to make Brom prove his love. Brom devises a plan (uses his head) to scare the shit out of Ichabod, appearing as the headless horseman. Brom lures Ichabod into his realm - the right brain, with a frightening ghost story. Ichabod, being easily frightened (as the left, ego-centric brain always is) soon finds himself mired in the dream-like dark forest of Imagination Land, where everything symbolizes something else.
It is there that Ichabod meets the headless horseman, holding a flaming pumpkin aloft for a head! He chases the schoolmaster, threatening him with a great sword, desiring his decapitation! Ichabod (ego) flees, and as he crosses the bridge (the Corpus Callosum, Rainbow Bridge, Stargate etc.) to left brain safety - where the headless horseman cannot cross - the flaming pumpkin is hurled across the bridge, straight at Ichabod.
In the morning, Ichabod (the egoic brain) has disappeared, leaving behind a smashed pumpkin on the road. Brom Bones marries Katrina (Grail signifier) and Ichabod is never heard from again.
As a tall and awkwardly skinny teenager, I always identified with Ichabod - I think plenty of gay men do. Yet gay porn is full of Brom Bones, not Ichabods, and I think we see Katrina's side - a hunk is a hunk - and all the art in the Louvre is still a poor substitute. Yet a brute is just a brute, and it seem to me that a civilized brute is what grrrlz really want...
I think gay men are attempting this bridging between heads. I am privileged to follow several gay bloggers who alternate posts of profound intellectual insight with posts of profound turpitude. We're getting our heads together!
Manhattan is a rather excellent metaphor of this bridging - or was. Before the clean up, it was a city brimming with sexual danger and artistic virtuosity - Oscar Wilde in a sling - hot!
Sleepy Hollow is a Dutch (Netherlands) settlement, as was Manhattan. Netherlands = "underland", which is close enough to the land down under to make the point. Amsterdam is also well-known as a sexual "crossroads" - another town of canals (rivers) and bridges.
Men At Work: The Land Down Under
I come from a land down under, Where women glow and men plunder! Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, You better take cover!
"Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about."
When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood. Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son. But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, "Abraham! Abraham!" "Here I am," he replied.
"Do not lay a hand on the boy," he said. "Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son."
The angel of the LORD called to Abraham from heaven a second time and said, "I swear by myself, declares the LORD, that because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son, I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies, and through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me."
I ran across this great NYT article about the credit crisis, detailing some of the behind the scenes panic in the top echelons of the financial world.
In the stock market, Mr. Ehrlich of UBS was horrified by the plunge of Morgan Stanley’s shares, given the stellar earnings. “It felt like there was no ground beneath your feet,” he said. “I didn’t know where it was going to end.”
Morgan Stanley fell victim to short sellers - those who profit by betting against a stock's value.
Meeting with staff members Thursday morning as the stock plunged further — hitting a low of $11.70 midday — Mr. Mack said: “Listen. I know everybody is anxious about the stock price. I’m not selling any shares, and neither is my team. But I understand if you’re nervous and want to sell some shares.” Some did. (The company said fewer than one-third of employees sold stock that day.)
A third of the angels fell from heaven in the Great War. My theory is that it was all about XTC bills. Maybe God and the angels had built this massive pyramid scheme, and somehow it suffered a great crisis in confidence! Maybe God was off-shoring XTC production to the third (dimension) world, or something.
On a related theme, David at the House of Vader (who is channeling hot Sith Lord Realness) has officially banished all angels from his blog!
And even weirder is that we're supposed to get aliens/angels descending on/in Alabama in a few weeks! (via Todd at Through the Looking Glass).
This image surfaced at Roids and Rants this week. Peel your eyes away from the rutting beef to contemplate the logo: the diamond-shaped Welcome to Las Vegas sign transformed into synchy goodness.
Diamond: echo of the pyramid, which symbolizes the geometric shape of ISness.
Las Vegas: New World Giza and home of the infamous LV Wedding. A very early gosporn article examined the Casino motif in homoerotic fiction.
The Wedding Party: "The kingdom of heaven is like a king who prepared a wedding banquet for his son." - Matthew 22:2
A few years ago I swear I thought Zeb Atlas was the Second Coming. I mean, who has a name like that? The combo of some obscure Patriarch and ATLAS? Zebediah means "gift of Jehovah". Zeb IS giving it good - and he does have the body of a god.
Giving/receiving ecstasy is what it's all about. Human beings are ecstasy creating MACHINES. Machines CREATED to create ecstasy. Oh darn, the ONE thing I really want to do is my fucking JOB! I'm such a total slacker!
"The human male cock is the tentacle tip of a joyous multidimensional shapeshifting multi-modality ecstacy experiencing BEAST of enormous proportions..." more
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