The Gospel According to the Interweb

"And on the fourth day, the Lord created Unremitting Failure, and he saw that it was good. And he commanded the people to go forth and read it. And the people read it, and they saw that it was good."

Other sites that the Lord thought were pretty good:

• Charm School
• Newer
• Julie Klam's blog (which the Lord thought was funny until she stopped posting and just did Facebook all the time)
  

Happy Thanksgiving

In honor of the Thanksgiving festivities, I give you the single greatest blog post ever written about this fine day, Big Daddy Drew's Turkey Day Itinerary from Kissing Suzy Kolber. It's a few years old, but as you can see, it hasn't aged a day.

I will now return my attentions to the bacon/apple/fennel stuffing. Enjoy your day.

It's Raining!

Holy fucking shit, it's raining! Call out the National Guard. LA's going to be a mess tomorrow.

This is Hot

I know I've got this thing for raw meat, but there's something else that's jumping out at me about this photo. Can you guess what it is?


Photo is by Mario Testino. I found it on this blog, which is so photo porn-ish, I can barely stand to look at it. I recommend that you do.

The New York Times is Stealing My Material

Sure, now they're all about Justin Bobby. (I gotta say, that is an insanely stupid look he's rocking in that photo.)

Happy Birthday, Andrew Carnegie

He was a wee lad, and he owned the world.

My Fair Share of Abuse

I went to the rally in favor of gay marriage at Los Angeles City Hall this past Saturday. The Metro was packed heading down, full of people carrying signs, people cheering. Each station, we picked up more and more people, the energy level constantly rising. Once we reached Civic Center station, the crowd exited, en mass, and trudged upward to the light of a hot Los Angeles day. One of the speakers at the rally said, "It's November in Los Angeles, which means it's 700 degrees." She wasn't far off. It was hot. It was unbearable in the sun, but the shade was alright, and nobody seemed to mind that I was sweating like Jason Giambi. It was that kind of crowd.

People spoke: Ricki Lake, Lucy Lawless, City Attorney Rocky Delgadillo (Edan shouted "Take down those damn electronic billboards!"). I was surprised to find myself tearing up as people (not Lucy Lawless, who made that Xena noise) spoke about how important the issue is and how much it meant to them personally. I thought about all the people I know who are affected by the passing of Prop 8, and, well, I was glad I was wearing sunglasses. I saw Pink standing in the crowd. Everywhere people were holding signs. Some people had brought their kids. Some had brought their dogs, which just seemed cruel.

After about forty minutes of speakers, we started to march. This is what the crowd had come for, but it felt a little anti-climactic. Downtown LA isn't the most happening place on a Monday morning, let alone a Saturday morning. There weren't that many people out to see us, and those that were were definitely part of the choir, so to speak. Still, it felt important to be there, to be counted.

Anyway, I know this isn't my usual type of blog post (I'll write something about Kim Kardashian tomorrow to make up for it), but I did take some photos that I think are interesting. They are below.

If only we had this kind of a crowd on the Metro everyday. They might actually build some more lines.

The heavenly glow of Downtown Los Angeles (plus that guy's sweet paisley hat).


Indeed.


On the march.


This doesn't really have anything to do with the rally or gay rights, just, you know, No Age Weirdo Rippers.