Kenny

Neo-pompadour. It’s happenin’.

Rationalization is a marvelous thing.

Is Ceards pronounced with a hard C? (Irish, I’m assuming.)

A thousand here, a thousand there...soon you're talking about real money.

I saw Mr. Pecker...er, Becker in this marvelous Broadway play. He was impressive.

Would have been so much better if the cop Tased her.

Uh... Is this a Make a Wish Foundation thing gone horribly wrong?

Cow-toe? I’ve heard of camel-toe, but never cow-toe.

If “the closet” is so self-evident as the movie’s theme, it is certainly odd that it is almost never mentioned as the movie’s theme. Instead “Brokeback” is falsely claimed to be a conventional love story — hetero in the guise of homo. Nope. Both narratively and visually, “Brokeback Mountain” is a tragedy about the specifically gay phenomenon of the “closet” — about the disastrous emotional and moral consequences of erotic self-repression and of the social intolerance that first causes and then exacerbates it. If Jack and Ennis are tainted, it’s not because they’re gay, but because they pretend not to be; it’s the lie that poisons everyone they touch.

Actually, the subject of the film is the closet. I don’t believe that’s a story that had been done even once before, never mind a million times.

Pretty dull, standard rom-com. (Does the flaming homo always have to be a comic sidekick?) The best scene was the mahjong match, where the play of specific tiles was a clever commentary on the narrative. Oh, and Pierre Png (Michael, a.k.a boy-toy) has great abs.

Yes. The tragedy of the closet, pictured.

You could always blast your junk with high intensity sound waves, said to remove the need for Viagra or Cialis. Not Nine Inch Nails, according to this Men’s Health article, but an innovative medical procedure: https://www.menshealth.com/sex-women/a19545512/extracorporeal-shock-wave-therapy/

Machu Picchu is staggering. (Almost as great as Borobudur.) Go.

The genius pyramid at Borobudur should definitely be on the list. Dump Christ the Redeemer and the Colosseum, which are both just vacuous “big things,” and there’s plenty of room.

It’s because his photos are fake too.

The mink coat was one of the greatest pieces of silent stage craft I’ve seen. Beyond diva.

Spanky gave a touching remembrance of Aretha: “I knew her well. She worked for me.” What a great president.*

Wrong. Aretha used her exceptional music for political purposes, to advance the Civil Rights movement. R-E-S-P-E-C-T is a profound political anthem, not a mere toe-tapping song. She vaulted to a higher level.

To be fair, Fox has never seen a black woman before, so they were confused.

NY Post Sleaze: "A strip club owner spotted pics of the hunky personal trainer online and lured him to the Big Apple with promises of easy cash dancing at a gay club." :rolleyes:

I wonder how much of the cash that the story says Uber is “burning” is going to the godawful advertising campaign designed to make us think that the sleazebags who started and who are running the company are actually swell people.

I am amused by stage names that are also double entendres. That is all.

Insightful? Helpful? Apparently a sense of humor is not among your other numerous assets.