The Society Strange

Monday, February 28, 2005

Dating a Superhero???

Well yes, maybe, depending....

Aquaman. I call him that because he looks like him.
My best friend and confidant says I call him that because it has something to do with him being able to hold his breath for prolonged amounts of time.

His exact words were "he can go down and hold his breath for hours, I'll bet."

Aquaman. Never thought he was particularly hot, and then you meet him in person.
Hot isn't the word.
Unbelievably sexy. That's closer to it.

So far we're connecting. Thats nice.
He makes me breakfast, and says I'm attractive, and talks with me, candidly.

What a change.

I'm not ashamed to say I think I might be trading up.

Cinespace-- Super Sized

Yesterday was the Oscars.
I was invited to be part of the celebration for "Super Size Me" at Cinespace.
The party was amazing, the people were fun and the goody bag was phenomenal.
I know cause I gazed into it. I thought there would be bags aplenty and decided to wait until I was about to leave to pick one up.

HUGE mistake.
There were only enough left for the crew which meant that I had to go without the round-trip airline ticket vouchers, the years worth of ice cream, the digital personal radio, the DVDs, the possibility of a plasma screen TV, and the Ballys membership.

ARGH!

But the drink were good, and afterwards I paid a late night visit to Aquaman, who I seem to be hitting it off with (despite a somewhat rocky start to our flirtation).

I think I like him.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Wookin Puh Nub

MTV's "Next" should be airing within the next five weeks.
We'll all get to see me behaving badly, just look for the episode devoted to gay guys.
Until then, let's figure some things out. Together!

  • Angelina Jolie might be on to something with the whole "not talking to parental figures" thing.
  • Colonics are something to look into: Janet and Usher can't be wrong..
  • "Lost" is either brilliant or stupid.
  • Anyone know what the hell is going on? In general?
  • Diet Coke is bad for you.
  • Car accidents can be hazardous to your health.
  • I actually admitted to being in search of true love.
  • With the amendment that I am not some Don Quixote tilting toward windmills thinking they're giants. I know perfectly well there's no such thing, I just can't seem to help myself.
  • Why is that human nature??
I want a day off from thinking.

MTV Hangover

Not four days after my accident I arrived to shoot the MTV dating show.
It turned out to be a day of good fun.

I will mostly look like a cruel, raving bitch.

THAT'S exactly how I'd like to be portrayed in front of the entire population aged 25 and under bored enough to watch MTV.

That's me:

The strange: perpetuating stereotypes with zeal.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Crash, Bang, Whizz

Valentines Day.
On my way home, fresh groceries good for making home-made pizza in tow, listening to Nick Drake, I got rear-ended. Badly.
The car behind me plowed into my mustang, forcing me about six feet forward into a cute little beetle.

For the first time in my life I thought I was going to die.

Instead, I got thrown around my car and then spent about an hour dizzy and disoriented.
The hour after that was spent in an emergency room, before saying "fuck it," and going home to pass out.

I must give thanks to the very sweet man who came to my rescue.
He drove from Long Beach to Venice in about 20 minutes to pick up all my little pieces after the accident. I was a mess. I felt badly for not being able to make our fantastic pizza's, but he assured me that the day before, when he trotted me around Temecula as we tasted every wine made within a 20-mile radius, and my safety, were good enough.

The man is a romantic genius, and an unwitting hero.

Now, let's pray the car can be saved.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Six Oh One

At precisely 6:01PM on Monday February the 7th, 2005 I, the strange, figured out a few things.
  1. People can be especially brutal to those they love the most. Even someone's imminent death is not above being ridiculed and made into a trifle.
  2. Love is rarely a straight path, and frequently the way is beset with thorny brambles.
  3. Like is a wonderful mid-wife to love.
  4. Deceit and Desperation are Loves immediate negation.
  5. It's sometimes nice to know it takes the two to conquer the one.

Post-Mortem

The weekend is over.
Long live the weekend.
It truly was a spectacle of debauched dating and wanton spending.

Saw Sideways. That film is beautiful and brilliant and tight and messy and true and completely, horribly fictional. It almost doesn't live up to all the expectations that have been built up since its been getting such intense reviews. But then it somehow magically does.

I wish someone would be my Paul giammati.

p.s. The new Ferris Wheel at the Pike in Long Beach is AWESOME. Truly romantic.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Unlikely Allies.

I was sick and tired of being maneuvered, done to, and feeling like a jerk the past couple days, so during my lunch, I decided to take a long one and try to indulge in some much-needed retail therapy.

My fortune cookie gave me the nudge I needed in that direction as it said
"Reward yourself with a much deserved gift." Nice to know the force is still with me.

Two AMAZING pairs of shoes later, I'm feeling like I can take on any stupid romantic scuffles, and it's nice to know that fortune and the universe will be with me.

I said boys I bring home the bacon now.

Bloody Hell.

Club Boys Room.
Last Friday.
Major Drama including a guy I used to screw around (intensely) with, my ex-fiance, and me.

It boils down to this:

The two of them knew one another, upon discovering that news I bore no ill will, but decided I would rather steer clear.

The guy I used to scew around with (whom well call the Double-Dipper) and I have mutual friends, whom I was going to Club Boys Room with last Friday Night.

Upon hearing this Double-Dipper called me up (after I asked him NOT to contact me) and asked if he could meet up with us. Because no one knew the drama surrounding us, and I didn't feel int appropriate to drag innocents into anything that could easily be avoided, I said okay, hoping that we could avoid mention of the issue and the night would be fabulous.

Double-Dipper flirted with me intensely all night, and then,on the way home, proceeded to tell me just how well he and my ex knew one another. They're dating. Have been. Things are good.

This, I assumed, was my permission to explode.

My beef is NOT based in jealousy, nor is it based in regret. It is based in rage and confusion as to why Double-Dipper felt inclined to "hang out" with me, then flirt with me, then tell me the details of his dating life when I EXPLICITLY asked him not to contact me weeks ago.

I exploded, and then apologized the next day, when I began to feel that my drunken dramatics were inappropriate and crass. I thought things had blown over and they would become just a (somehwhat major) footnote in my romantic memory.

And now:

There is a picture of me, my best friend and the DOUBLE-DIPPER at Club Boys Room
on-line.

We look rather cosy.

How bloody brilliant.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Do You Realize, Hoochie Woman?

Last year, this time. I went around qouting the Flaming lips "Do you Realize?," from the Album "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots."
It was probably one of the most romantic songs I could conjur from memory...

Do you realize-
You have the most beautiful face
Do you realize-
We're floating in space
Do you realize-
that happiness makes you cry

This year, not even with a first listen, Tori Amos' new song, Hoochie Woman, from the new Album "The Beekeeper," is already the qoute of the moment for me:

Keep your Hoochie
And the bank accounts
'cause boy I bring home the bacon
I said boys I bring home the bacon now.

Time was I was angry.
I have to own that, and continue to move toward the future
But this isn't anger, this is just me saying I can do for myself.

And that is the most romantic thing I can think of right now.

"It's Fun to Shoot Some People."

That's what the MARINE GENERAL in command of expeditions in Afghanistan and Irag said in a press conference on Tuesday.

Specifically, Lt. Gen. James Mattis mean Islamic fundementalists who believe women should be wear their burqas, and in some cases physically abusing them, or so he asserted. He thinks "guys like that ain't got no manhood left anyway."

And now his words are being broadcast far and wide.

Thanks Lt. Gen. Mattis! One more shining moment for ALL of the United States!


Fish and Pee

During my lunch (which consisted of leftover fish and chips ) I got a call from a friend of a friend.

"Yer mom's in jail." I thoughtfully munched my fish, the chips had already disappeared. Reheated, they werent very good, but I took one for the team.

"I've heard."

"She was drunk off her ass, with her ass in the air, pants around her ankles, peeing herself. On the front lawn of the house."

...munch...

"The neighbors came out of their houses to watch her ranting as the cops drove up."

...tartar sauce...

I'm sure more news will trickle in. Still, none of it will be surprising.

Mom Jailed. Nothing New.

No, that is not a headline from the Onion. That is the news I recieved this morning about my mother. The second sentence is my reaction. We'll update you more as we receive more information.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Odysseus I am Not.

So I went to the MTV thing. Stood terrified, but put on a front. The MTV Truly Enthusiastic Employee People seemed to like me. They were in fact very nice, if a bit too caffeinated.

I made a few lame jokes and acted like a Truly Enthusiastic MTV-Watching Sexually Ambiguous Homeo. I think the New York Dolls Shirt with the naked chick threw them off. They even asked if I was "bi," to which I replied with an amused but modest "nooooooo, no, no, no, no, noooooooo." The other contestants and I had to play a pointing game:

"Who's the most wild?"
point.
"Who's the rich kid?"
point.
Like that for about twenty minutes.
And the two girls and I had never met.

Then they asked me to "give a sexy strut."
The idea of doing a "strut," sexy or not, put me off. So I figured, well what they really want is just naked ambition.

Next thing I know my shirt is off.

Ah, the powerful seduction of the Corporate Siren's Song knows no bounds.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Dynamic shifts in mood.

The original name for this blog, I had mused, was going to be "The Social Inferno."

The name was attributed to the fact very often I feel like my feet are being held to the flames of social pressure, and after some discussions with various friends and strangers, I've deduced I'm not the only one.

Whether the emotional glaciers began growing from necessity because of the inferno's increasing heat or vice versa is not a matter worth arguing. What is know is that emotional glaciers are what we become as most of us try to steal our hearts and egos from pain. The Social Inferno is a constant furnace of intensity licking away at our protective barriers.

Research shows that every Ice Queen melts under the diligent barrage of the Social Inferno. Thus we become exposed, tender, little bundles of nerve endings and emotion no matter how hard we try. But we still try.

I was trying very, very hard to be a Iceberg: a meandering giant, powerful, terribly huge, and deliberate, a force of nature. (After a serious beark-up, that kind of break-down is inevitable.)

Somehow, though, everywhere I turn, my boundaries are beset by these flame-throwers.
Sometimes they're great, and I'm smiling and the sun shines and I don't mind a little thaw. And sometimes it's gruesome and I melt into a puddle that is best described as an rancid, evil, Bizarro me: Bizarro Strange #666. And sometimes I melt so quickly I vaporize and become a raincloud that floats around without really DOING anything except looking surly and dark.

Today was a bittersweet thaw.

After discovering Ivan Noble passed away on Monday, I was called by....


MTV!

To come in and audition to be part of a new dating gameshow that is strictly for "very hot guys!" and they are "very very interested!" in meeting with me.

Somehow I totally pulled a fast one on this lady.

So yes, it is terribly cheesy, and no it is not a freak-of-nature thing.

I actually sent in my name and phot to some craigslist posting during a bout with my floundering ego (ya know " god, I'm in my mid-twenties, gay, and just got dumped...will anyone ever find me attractive again?!?!?").

Point.
click.
high-speed uploaded photo; just-as-high-speed-swallowed-pride, with a good dose of instant gratification.

Yes, it's completely ridiculous.
Yes, it's highly unlikely that I'll be chosen.
Yes, it's deplorable, not to mention hypocritical, that I'm such a vocal critic on the sujbects of MTV and Reality shows.
And Yes, I desperately wanna be the boy who gets to choose from five others.

Afterward, dear reader, I'm sure we can all expect a full or (at the very least) partial refreeze.



I dont even know what.

I've taken this from BBC News because this was one of the things that helped me stop smoking last year. This man was courageous enough to take his experience with something so completely human and horrifying and share it with the world. I kept hoping for a Hollywood ending for him. Now I can't help feel robbed of something. Hope maybe. I feel sad, and I didn't know him. Perhaps it's selfishness. I didn't wind up with the comfort I thought would come from a headline that would read "BBC writer Ivan Noble in Complete Remission-- proving again that happy endings do truly happen." I read this, first thing this morning about a man whose life I've followed for a little over a year, kinda came to rely on. What an unexpected morning.

BBC writer Ivan Noble dies at 37

Ivan had worked for the BBC News website since 2001Ivan Noble, the BBC News journalist who has been writing about his treatment for a brain tumour for the past two years, has died aged 37.
Thousands of users of the BBC News website followed regular accounts of his cancer, which last year included a second period of remission.
In November, however, his tumour began to grow again and last month he was admitted to a London hospice.
Ivan died on Monday and leaves a wife and two children.
Pete Clifton, editor of BBC News Interactive, said: "Ivan's column and his tremendous spirit have been an inspiration to all of us - to his many readers around the world and to his colleagues at the BBC.

Ivan: A personal appreciation
Ivan Noble interview

"He asked to write the diary soon after the original diagnosis. He wanted to talk openly about cancer, to demystify the disease and allow people to talk freely about it. And, as a journalist, he wanted to carry on writing absorbing material for the site. Typically, he delivered on every count.
"The dialogue that opened up between Ivan and the readers was remarkable. We will all miss Ivan, and his column, but I think his humour, bravery and compassion will leave a lasting impression on us all."

Response

Ivan started writing a column about his cancer not long after he was diagnosed in August 2002. There was a huge response from readers, some of which was published with each entry.

Ivan's final column

Many readers sent comments saying that Ivan's openness had helped them come to terms with their own cancer or that of relatives, and Ivan established a close affinity with some of them.
He appreciated the support of readers, saying: "It's incredible and humbling that people are interested in me - and it does me an awful lot of good because it takes me out of myself and makes me think about the job that I do."
In his final column, which he wrote late last year in anticipation of being too ill to continue writing, and which was published last week, he said the feedback people had given him had helped him survive as long as he had.

Tribute

Professor Alex Markham, chief executive of Cancer Research UK, sent his sympathy to Ivan's wife and children, and said: "The hopes, fears, honesty and courage he shared through his regular diary entries were very moving and truly inspirational. Great advances have been made in cancer research in the last 10 years but, as this sad news highlights, there is still much left to do.
"Ivan's death will, for me, act as a constant reminder of why we need to continue working hard to understand this most complex disease, to effectively treat it and, ultimately, to find a cure for cancer in all its forms."

Remission

Following his diagnosis, Ivan had three brain operations, radiotherapy and chemotherapy. He also got married and, while in remission, took the decision with his wife to have a second child, who was born in July last year.
In his columns, however, he jealously guarded the privacy of his family, never referring to them by name.

Ivan was born in Leeds in 1967 and was educated at comprehensive schools in Luton and Leeds before studying German at the University of Aston in Birmingham.
He lived in East Germany from 1988 until 1990 where he worked as a translator. After graduation he joined the BBC, initially as a translator, then as a sub-editor in Nairobi.
He became an internet journalism trainer and in 2001 joined the BBC News website science and technology team as a journalist.
A collection of his diaries is to be published later this year by Hodder. Proceeds will go to charity.

I think it's the unflinching happen-ness of the universe that somtimes threatens to drive us crazy. I was fed on fairy-tales, nursed on goodness, and brought up by saccharine. It's the "yeah, yeah, this stuff really does happen- deal with it," baseness of the world that I sometimes lose my breath over. Like I said, what an unexpected morning. I don't even know what to do next. And its only 9AM.