Dusty’s Up-Town Doggie Collar!

I forgot to mention the fabulous gift Chris brought for Dusty! He got her a gorgeous little pink leather collar with tiny red hearts! …by COACH! Ms. Dusty is da bomb in her new little collar!

Gap of Generation

We are enjoying Chris’ visit. He is much fun. It is too bad that his partner, John, couldn’t have joined us as well. Chris and Karl are out exploring high end shopping — I think they also went to the MFA which I just wasn’t in the mood for so I went to the movies.

I saw GARDEN STATE. It was a good film. It had something to say and it left the viewer with a feeling of hope. However, I realized that my feelings toward it must be like the feelings that 30 somethings must of had at the time movies like BREAKFAST CLUB and PRETTY IN PINK were released. Though, I was able to empathize, I was not able to relate or believe the characters. Everything was resolved too simply and so much of what I think the other (much younger) folks in the audience thought was an original film was really quite derivative. Also, how many movies have we heard that tired old line of “I know I love you because when I am with you I feel like I am at home” …I kind think of at least 10 right now. So, I have to say — this was a good film, but I think it is a film made for a specific generation. I would think the 16 to 24-ish crowd. Tho, the characters were all 26. They didn’t really act like 26 year olds. …at least not the ones I know.

However, much to my surprise, Lowes actually showed an NC-17 trailer for the new John Water’s film. And, I just to have to say that, no matter how many times I see it, the image of Tracey Ulmann doing the Hokey Pokey with a group of senior citizens — and then, much to the horror of the seniors, she does something quite obscene with a large water bottle — will ALWAYS make me laugh to the point of tears. This made the price of admission worth it.

So, I was thinking — they say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But, I think the real truth here is that it doesn’t really make you stronger — you just manage to live through it and go on. Sometimes life just dumps so much shit. But just as Gloria sang on a warm summer night —- I WILL survive!

“Yes, but is it Art?”

The gallery called me this afternoon and made one nice thing happen for me this week — my Jack Pierson Nude Boy on Plate was framed and ready for me to pick up! Yay! And, for the record, it is not me on the plate. I am stating that just in case my mother has told everyone in the Golden Triangle Area of southeast Texas that her son is posing nude for plates. Oi! Anyway, it is framed in a lovely shadow box. I guess it is the most valuable thing we own outside of our electronic equipment. Hmmmm…

By the way, I am sorry if my posting from yesterday upset some of you or worried you. I am OK. Dealing with something right now that I am finding a bit difficult. However, I am dealing with it. It will probably make me stronger and it may even turn out to be a very positive thing for all concerned. I just felt so down about it all last night. And, I figure blogs are meant for me to whine when I need to.

Toddy — all is ok. No need to worry about me. Thanks for checking, tho.

Our friend, Chris, arrives tomorrow. Actually, I have never met him. I have emailed with him a bit and Karl has met him. So, I feel like I know him. I am looking forward to his visit. I am just concerned that Karl has Chris’ expectations far too high. Chris is from DC. Which is a lot like Boston only with more crime but cleaner and more user-friendly subways. I found the Dupont Circle area to almost be a duplicate of our South End.

Anyway, Karl has a large number of plans for us this weekend. It should be fun. I get to join them for dinner tomorrow, but I am then on Dusty duty while Karl and Chris hit the Boston leather bar scene. My chaps and leather cock ring are in for a polishing anyway — so I might as well stay home and play with the puppy.

Where You Lead

…I will follow any where that you tell me to –
if you need me to be with you,
I will follow where you lead…

I always thought that Carole King’s song was so romantic and true.

I have been thinking about this song a lot today. I wonder if maybe it isn’t a bit co-dependent. How healthy is it to blindly follow your lover where ever he or she leads or wants to go?

What if you really do not want to go there?

Love can lead you in all sorts of directions. How do you know when you need to stop following? How do you know where to go? Which path do you take?

Even though you know that the idea of the white picket fence is fantasy, I think we all secretly want it and that can screw us all up.

I guess that, no matter how well they may be crafted, the promises of pop songs will let you down every time. No matter how you slice it — love is never as soft as an easy chair. …birds may be able to fly over the rainbow — but not you.

Someone should have explained that to Judy. Actually, someone should have explained that to me.

So, How’s My Hair?

I tried a new pomade this morning.

I need to admit that I was wrong about something. That something being Nina Simone. Our pal, Chris, who is coming up for a visit this weekend made a couple of way cool CD comps for Karl. It was cool to discover that we share much the same taste in music. And, then, Karl said “Listen to this one!” …It was Nina Simone.

Ms. Simone’s voice always annoyed me, but I listened and picked up on a certain quality I had not noticed before. That song stuck in my head. Yesterday I purchased a new compilation of her work for $7.99 at Newbury Comix. I actually like her stuff. What was I thinking before? However, I have to say that it just makes me laugh when she belts out, “…They call me Peaches!!!” …What the hell is that all about anyway????

A Changed Demographic

I had to work late tonight so I only just got home a little while ago. I forgot that Prince is performing next door at the Fleet Center tonight. As I pushed my way through the throng of eager Prince fans I began to note the people that The Purple One is attracting these days. It looks to me as if the basic Prince fan is white, aged between 30 and 50 and just not the sort of person I envision forking over money to see Prince. It suddenly hit me —- his demographic hasn’t changed. It just got older.

I then realized that I was once a Prince fan sneaking in to see Purple Rain. However, I am no longer a member of his demographic. Since he rediscovered his religion he can no longer accept homosexuality. He refused to allow Wendy to rejoin his band for this tour unless she would give herself to the Lord and leave her evil gay lifestyle. Hmmmm… She declined. So, I have decided that I can no longer accept Prince, the man who used to sing about blow jobs, sex with his sister and pen songs about tasty ’sugar walls’

I got rid of his new CD when I found out his new life view. However, I still seem to be unable to let go of his older/cool stuff.

Whatever.

I have decided that the artist currently known as Prince is just a short bigot. Just like Bette Midler, but please do not ask me to go there. I no longer discuss her.

I am so pleased that the PC is up — even tho it may go down at any moment. It feels good to post.

the computer died

Yes, it is true. Our home computer seems to have died.

So, I do not currently have access to email or my fave blogs from home. It is quite busy at work, but I will try to do a post daily if at all possible. Only time will tell if our PC has a shot at a second life!

“Jessica, stop carrying your baby in that bag. Your mother told you to stop doing that!”

…just one of many priceless lines screeched in Paul Morrisey’s film, HEAT. If you have never seen it, have a twisted sense of humor and an interest in the depraved Andy Warhol set of the late 60’s to early 70’s — you simply must see it! Sylvia Miles is just awesome and Joe Dallesandro was so very pretty! Pat Ast is fantastic and scary all at once.

However, I feel that it is Andrea Feldman as “Jessica” who steals the whole movie. I love her line readings — she gives what I now must count as one of my fave film performances! The line listed as the title of this posting is delivered by Joe to Ms. Feldman who casually walks into frame carrying an old beach bag from which she pulls out a baby —- essentially tossing the poor infant into Joe’s lap.

Is HEAT cinema so very bad it is good or cinema that is so very good it is just bad for us to watch? I care not! I loved every minute of it. Sadly, I just read on the Internet Movie Dbase that Andrea Feldman killed herself shortly after they filmed the movie. Sad. You know, she was also quite good in the role of the rich acid addict in the other infamous Morrisey film, TRASH.

On a much more merry note — Dusty is doing quite well. The poor little thing wants to be held all of the time, but she has more energy and ate a meal today. We would like to get her to drink more water, but I suspect she is going to be even better by tomorrow. I know that this procedure is really normal, but there is something about it that just seems mean to me. In referene to Manhattan hottie, Jon, comment to my posting from yesterday — I can’t stand the concept of declawing a cat. However, I totally understand why a pet owner might have to do that. Somehow, it just seems wrong. However, I wouldn’t much enjoy dealing with puppy tampons. No, I would not do well with that at all!

I am listening to the new Maki Nomiya CD, “Dress Code” — I really like it. It gives off the musical vibe that it is 1968 and you are probably sitting in some smoke filled lounge at the airport in Japan listening to Maki and her band perform as you sip some silly drink out of a ridiculously huge glass. You are probably wearing a silk scarf which matches your way fab collar-less dinner jacket.

I had the hardest time figuring out how to order her new CD from the Japan Amazon.com and I am still not quite sure how much I paid. Oh well, it is worth it. Following the guidance of my favorite UK dude, Tim, I also purchased “Pizzicato Five ‘85″ which is so cool. Their cover of Simon and Garfunkle’s “The 59th Street Bridge Song” is really inspired.

I wonder — does anyone know how old Ms. Nomiya is at this point? She must be in her early 40’s at the very least. Maybe I am wrong. While a bit too thin, she still looks very glamorous and cool. But then, would one expect any less? …I do not think so. Seems like I may have been a part of a blog conversation about this several months ago, but I am not sure.

Well, I am about to watch a Claude Chabrol film from 1988 staring my fave, Isabelle Huppert. I am sure it will be fantastic, but I doubt it will be as much fun as HEAT. Then, it will be off to bed. Karl has to work tomorrow and I will be staying home watching our Princess Perfect.

Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend!

The Trials and Tribulations of a Princess

Dusty, Princess Perfect, has a rough time of it yesterday. The procedure looked so gruesome. She had stitches and staples. In addition to being in pain she was also clearly pissed at her “care givers” —– when she would decide to look at us, it was with daggers! We would touch her little head and give her a kiss and she would then raise her head as high as she could and turn away. However, by 10pm she seemed to have forgiven us and was even giving us her little kisses when we got on the floor and spoke to her. She woke us up at 3am shrieking and I think Karl brought her to the living room to see if he could get her to do any required business on her pad. I am not sure because I would back to sleep. Karl is with her today. It is so strange to see her not feeling well. Normally when I get up she is just a bundle of positive energy — this morning she just watched me as I moved about the room. I have to say, tho — I would be behaving much worse if someone had removed all of my sexual organs!

Oh, so Rick James died. You probably are all aware of this. Anyway, there is a local comic newspaper in Boston called “The Weekly Dig” which seems to poke fun at just about anything. Their current cover is totally without taste, but it just makes me laugh. There is a photo of Rick James in his 1981 prime with the following in quotation marks — “I’m dead, bitch.” Just makes me laugh. Didn’t he write and produce a really lame song for Eddie Murphy in the 80’s? VH1 Classics shows it from time to time. I am unable to think of the name of the song. At any rate, Rick James is totally dead, bitches!

That’s Princess Perfect to you!

Yes, our little Princess, Dusty, has been fixed. Just as you shocked her training coaches, she seems to have had a similar effect on our vet’s office. Karl was asked to pick her up at 3pm — changing from the original “pick her up any time after 3pm” …you see, Dusty would let out a cry whenever one of the nurses moved out of her view. Now, Dusty is quite capable of screaming in a way that sounds like someone is skinning a toddler without pain killers. At any rate, it turned out to be most distressing to the other animals and the their owners.

Do we think that we might have spoiled our little bitch a bit too much? Maybe — but I have to say that I take a certain pride in the fact that Dusty knows she is a princess and deserves to be treated like one!

I feel so bad. She looks so sad and they put staples and stitches in her belly. Poor little thing. On top of that they placed some sort of LoJack think in her so that we can find her if she ever wanders away in search of cushier digs. …We know it won’t be to find a prince. Dusty, like her namesake, Ms. Springfield — has no use for men!

Oh, and turns out someone found my Platinum Visa number and has been trying to purchase things on line. So, now I have to get Karl to help me contact the credit bureaus so that a “Fraud Alert” will be associated with my social security number. UGH. I was on the phone with the Visa Fraud Dept for well over an hour this morning. They were very diplomatic and “PC” but they basically told me that it is likely that this was an inside job at Visa. …Made me feel really good.

…And, how was your day??