September 12th, 2002

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I have Alexander's Ragtime Band stuck in my head.
I sang that one year at one of the regional chorus things. Regional chorus was a thing where you had to audition and it gathered select people from all the schools in the region to make up a chorus of about 100 students, divided into alto 1&2, tenor, baritone, bass, and soprano 1&2. 7 part harmony is interesting, lemme tell you. I almost completely blew my audition the first year because you go into a room with 3 judges behind a screen... but I could see their feet. One of them had baggy pantyhose around her ankles and the other had one pant leg pulled up high enough that I could see the top of his goofy, overly tight socks and I started laughing in the middle of my piece. I got myself together and asked if I could start over (something I really wasn't allowed to do) and they let me.
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I ended up watching this movie the other night.
One of the reviews there says it's "Unwatchably Awful" and I have to almost agree. I watched almost an hour of it, never really got what was going on, but I was just *dying* everytime they showed Arye Gross (He was Wendell in The Experts and Jesse in House II: The Second Story) in almost-drag with his heavily made up face and little hat.

It's just a *horrible* movie. I mean... really really bad.
But they had a lot of really good drag queens in it...

And someone beat up Balthazar Getty. That's good, right?

The parts I saw involved a long pointless story about a guy in france told by one queen to another, two hitmen piling leaves over a body in the "swamp", said hitmen getting grabbed by a self styled satanic cult leader and *almost* tortured, but thwarting it due to a knife up a jacket sleeve, Burt Reynolds constantly biting off the heads of the rats and chickens *about* to be used on him and the power mysteriously, without reason or explanation, going out. Oh, and an interruption by the mom of the cult leader telling him dinner would be done soon.

There were so many things that they didn't explain that I'm pretty sure they had to edit the hell out of it and there were so many scenes that I'm pretty sure were rehearsal shots, not actual print shots that uh ... hehe.. it was just great.
I want to see the whole thing now.

Bless HBO for running out of things to show at 4 am.
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I have two copies of Idoru and can't find either of them. This is what happens when I pack up books. I never know what I'll want to dig out 6 months from now... so how do I know what's safe to pack away?
So, instead of reading the next book in the series (I just finished Virtual Light and all I can say is, I miss the deck cowboys and molly) I've been reading Fraud by David Rakoff. David is the David who went to Disneyland with Sarah Vowell in Take The Cannoli.
He's pretty damned hilarious and actually used the word Logorhhea. I'm probably way out of the loop, and you've already read it, but luvrhino would definitely enjoy this book.
I've also been sporatically reading I Thought My Father Was God, from the NPR story project. It's a collection of short, true stories submitted by listeners. The stories are about just about anything, but all seem to convey a sense of wonder in the world and it's been a nice thing to read and discover that these things can still be moving in the face of my incredible cynicism.

I've also read several books on religion, re-read several ed gorey books (amphigorey, amphigorey too, amphigorey also), re-read the Book of Leviathan, and parts of Everything You Know is Wrong, the second book from Disinfo.com. No Noam Chomsky articles this time, but lots of things about what the cia and fbi knew before september 11th last year (those were the ones I skipped over. I'm full up on that for quite awhile) .

I am disgustingly rambly today.
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