800 Pound Enema

Apparently there is a city in Russia that is known for its enemas. According to the AP…

“There is no kitsch or obscenity, it is a successful work of art,” Alexander Kharchenko told The Associated Press. “An enema is almost a symbol of our region.”

I’m wondering… Is the 800 pound version life sized? If so, does this 800 pound enema belong to the fabled 800 pound gorilla? Also, the attendants seem awfully brave to wear white to perform such a service. Do you think those are their dress whites?

AP - the 800 pound enema

Cold Red Wine, Not Declasse per NYT

I’m a big fan of chilled Lambrusco when it’s hot out. Not the syrupy sweet stuff. There’s some fantastic rich, earthly Lambrusco if you check out K&L or your local specialty dealer.

I’ve always wondered about opening up a zin, slightly chilled, and always refrained because I didn’t want to drink it chilled. (Chilling surpresses flavor) But the NYT published an article today about doing just that. I know what I’m taking to the bbq for the 4th and if anyone raises an eyebrow I’ll direct them to the NYT.

MySpace v Facebook

I’m shocked, shocked I tell you. According to Wired, MySpace users are richer than Facebook users. Then again, there is very little correlation between money and taste – a fact that’s been afirmed more times than I can count now that I live in LA. (WTF! “rocker couture”.. just wear your old concert shirts instead of that bedazzled ‘street’ wear.)

Anyway, this reminds me of the ongoing feud I have with my friends in LA. They think that it’s embarrassing to have a Facebook profile if you’re not in college. Luckily, I am in college. It’s grad school but still I think there is some sort of grandfather clause. That may even be what it’s called.

On the other hand, my friends in SF wouldn’t be caught dead on MySpace. It’s the stuff of the young, tech-ignorant crowd with annoying user interfaces, blaring music and constant invitations to “check out my webcam.”

Now that I’m a noted expert on social networking (ha!), it’s time that I weighed into this MySpace versus Facebook fracass. If happiness is a mall, theme park or theme restaurant, you’ll love MySpace. Otherwise, Facebook is the place to go to stay away from all that.

OK, you will get constant invitations to sign up for the latest widget, test out superpowers, constant superwall postings, etc. (Yes, they are just as annoying as they sound.) But, at least they’re easy to opt out of and it’s always nice to be invited, even if it’s an invitation to your personal version of hell.

See You Next Tuesday McCain!

So apparently McCain called his wife a c**t in front of a room full of reporters. It’s an old story, but the Public Service Administration just published a hilarious video skewering him for it.

Beyond the sacrastic spin, they do make a good point – why didn’t we ever hear about this on TV? It’s not like he said it in the bedroom. He said it in public in front of a bunch of reporters. Isn’t this important context for voters to have while he is out there trying to court female voters?

27 Dresses

Being a good gay, I was thrilled when I heard about the court’s decision that paved the way for gay marriage in Californiat. I just wasn’t sure who was going to take the state up on its offer. Silly me.

I’ve already heard from two couples who are getting marred in the months to come. And these aren’t smalll weddings; no running to the JOP here. These are big weddings, with all the pomp of a traditional marriage, just no bride. Or perhaps no groom?

This gay marriage stuff has me thinking – just how much will these weddings look like the heterosexual version that more accustomed to. Of course there are differences based on religion, region, family, etc., but some of the basics remain the same, especially here in the US.

I wonder…

• Will there be cake? It’s seems counter productive to eat so many empty calories the day before you have to break out a swimming suit for a tropical beach vacation.
• Will the grooms wear suits? It’s really hard to show off your biceps in a coat.
• Will there be bridesmaids? If so, will they be forced into embarrassing outfits like the taffeta monstrosities you see at straight weddings? I hope so!

Can you imagine the kind of costumes that a gay bride could cook up for his bridesmen? Why let them off easy when you can force them into Rockette outfits and ask them to do a kick line to celebrate the occasion? Why have them dressed in tuxes when they could wear Wonder Woman outfits and lasso the truth out of you during your vows?

I mean really, we’re gay. We’re suppost to have more fun than straight people right? So let’s do this… and let’s make it a gay old time.