Rod Hagen

The script Writer was at the Q&A, and this is her first script. She did deliver tasty red meat to Gen Xers ("not everything in the world is supposed to be comfortable, like a warm bath. Sometimes, we should be made uncomfortable."), but you're right she hid things unnecessarily with characters' frequent double and triple-speek and evasions .

Inception is overwrought, this is far from overwrought: "A friend is accused of sexual misconduct against another, lesser friend who holds your fate in her hands. Who do you believe and/or support? " Self-satisified? It certainly seemed like they had an ax to grind, but since I agree with the movies view point, that didn't bother me. Of course, I'm human and like you (and Michelle) it would have bothered me if I didn't agree with that view, but I think I'd still judge it on it's quality more than it's message since that's what I usually look for, and it's a WELL-Fucking Made movie.

That's what I felt, the first part. I hate when professionals deliver criticisms that sound like, 'Now if I made this movie'. Well, shithead, you didn't.

That I saw, didn't know that was him. He was fantastic.

Hadn't heard of him, I skipped Bridgerton and I shouldn't have. I love his Hair, and the grainy film Shoot on the beach reminds of the star-studded youtube videos (gone now?) of the parties at Roddy McDowall's Malibu home in the '70s.

Back in the day 24 Hour Fitness, formerly the Sports Erection (Connection (You can see it in the Travolta/Newton John movie "Perfect")), and especially the nearby West Hollywood Athletic Club, basically dared you to do something outrageous enough to get thrown out. Fun times.

I always had a Massage table heater from Earthlite. It would get so warm that if I didn't' have my apartment heat on, because I hate heat, clients lying on it uncovered were always war (they also had help from me :-) ) Beware of blankets because, like hotels, while masseurs likely wash sheets b/w clients, blankets probably not. So, see that he has a working table heater (the most expensive ones break often, they are made for shit) OR wear socks. Your hands can stay warm b/w the Masseurs legs :-)

In the long and short term a client who becomes a regular is preferable to one who simply "tips".

Season 3. That NameGame dance with Jessica Lange, wow.

For those who read this far, I think you'll enjoy this book: Amazon.com WWW.AMAZON.COM

And, what do you do about farting? I've always wondered. At the gym it's possible to find a private corner, but not during yoga. I've been practicing yoga only nude for nearly 6 years now, and I love it. Can't imagine ever wearing clothes doing it. Also, can't imagine doing it with other people, even nude, because the poses make me fart. (had the same problem in Highschool Track. Most days were ok because the boys trained with the boys, farting was encouraged and running does stimulate that reflex. But the days they made us run with the girls, AWFUL!, no relief).

Too sick for me, I am not going to watch it even though he is and has always been, since Queer as Folk, quite beautiful.

He's super sexy. I'm sure he'll be an escort for women only ala Richard Gere, American Gigolo.

Haven't read it, but I liked the last line of the NYTimes review: "I admired this book from front to back without ever quite liking it, without ever quite giving in to it. Sometimes those are the ones you itch to read again. Sometimes once is more than enough."

Right, and his character's story got wonky. I don't buy him impulsively, drunkenly, putting someone in a coma just to avoid being investigated further, something he knew he had his superior's support over and also something he seemed no longer entirely shy about facing, hence him aggressively removing his shirt in front of the investigator with zero resistance. It doesn't track for me, but again maybe it makes more sense in the book.

Apparently she was in Scrooged, a movie I enjoyed quite a bit at the time. I don't remember if she had a speaking part. 100 years, good for her. Here Mom was a Marvel

I think here character is horny, but just does not have the time.

That AIDS/NYC season was way too sick for me, I didn't even finish it. I'm done.

It is considered an Arab country and likely he didn't want to use that word, so he pasted a different one.

I had one on top of my desk so I had the option to sit, but realized quickly that apart from jacking off, I'll probably never sit at the desk again. So I bought this one. Just buy this one, it's perfect: http://amazon.com/dp/B0D14T9K9X?ref_=ppx_hzsearch_conn_dt_b_fed_asin_title_9&th=1

Such a wonderful woman. How many times did he call her, "Stupid Woman!"? Probably not as many as I remembering. One of the great TV pairings, those two.

Got distracted by some other shows (The Diplomat and Slow Horses) but finished Boots last night. Liked it a lot. The arc of the story for Sullivan, the muscular Drill Sergeant, seems odd, but if it's from the book then I guess that's the only way to tell it. The show was a generous goodbye-gift from Normal Lear.

Wanted to take a beat and faun over you. Had I been able to travel more than a couple nights with any of my clients, nothing would have made me feel more grateful than a trip to Iceland, a country I love. Without family money, it's Impossible for a young man to visit Iceland on his own, it makes Japan look inexpensive (it's not). But bringing along your young escort-friend to that remarkable place, that's beyond generous. Good on you.

We wore shoes less often in the '70s. I remember Joan Didion writing that when she and her husband were nominated at Cannes for best script for Panic In Needle Park, she walked onto AirFrance First Class, barefoot. Barefoot was just what we did.

I'm afraid I have to agree. There are zero stakes.