Putting On The Ritz!

So I just figured out in the list section of my blog profile, if you click on one of the entries it will tell you others who share the same interest or intrests as you.

Well I was shocked to learn that I am one of the youngest people who ever heard of the 1976's classic The Ritz. Granted I was only two when it hit the theatres.

If you have not seen it, I should tell you to get to the store or go on Netflix and order it. It is a riot.

A little plot summary:

Famed playwright Terrence McNalley adapts his original Broadway play for the screen. A Cleveland Sanitation owner is running from his brother-in-law & goons. So he hides out in a NYC gay bath house. Zany mistaken identities ensue.

Adding more spice are five original cast members from the stage play. Jack Weston (Dirty Dancing's resort owner), Jerry Stiller (George Catanza's dad from Seinfield) & Oscar Winner, F. Murray Abraham (Amadaus) are 3 of the 5. But the 2 that really steal the show are Paul B. Price as chubby chaser Claude Perkins & Oscar Winner Rita Moreno, who won a Tony for the play, as ditsy tone deft entertainer Googie Gomez.

Trust me you'll love it.

Suicide Is A Pain In The Ass!

With all my recent set setbacks these past couple of months, I would often lie in bed at night wondering if it would be best if I just ended it all.

Well I decided that is definitely not an option. Besides I could never decided how I would do it.

I could cut myself, but my inner Joan Crawford said that would leave such a mess in my apartment for some to have to clean up.

Then I thought about hanging myself. That's wouldn't be a good idea either. Even though I’m a light weight, I'm sure I'd end up like Sissy Spacek in Crimes Of The Heart and crash down with the lighting fixtures.

Or I could just OD. But, I figured I’d probably take the wrong dosage and end up back in the hospital and under constant intruding eyes of Netty.

So I came to the conclusion, that all I should do is just clear my head, fall asleep and remember tomorrow is a new day & a fresh start.

Plus as my friends and doctors have been telling me that I'm really starting to believe is that there is a resilience in me that just doesn’t want to die.

So for all of you out there. I know we all have this resilience in us. So let’s work together and find it so we can all strive together and to tell life, "Fuck You! I'll kick your ass! You won't kick mine!"

It's Dirty Today!

Once again I have the TV going in the background as I think of things to discuss on my blog.

The Today Show is on and Matt Lauer is on his final day of, "Where in the World is Matt Lauer?"

Dang! Is it the sleep deprivation , the 120 degree heat or are they really that frisky in Praslin on the Seychelles Islands.

First there was a guy showing off some sort of rock that is indigenous to the area. Lauer took the opportunity to point out it looked like a body part of the female anatomy. If that is what it really looks like down there, it’s no wonder I’m gay.

Then reporter Amy Robeck was told by an animal trainer that he is gently stroking a bat because all men like to stroke it.

I need to take a shower after Today.

Keep The Free Coffee!

I'd rather slap his butt like everyone get's to do in the commercial!

She Stole My Part!

Australian actress Nicole Kidman is reportedly to play Dusty Springfield in a new biopic of the singer's life. The 40-year-old star is to team up again with screenwriter Michael Cunningham who scripted her Oscar-winning performance in 2002's The Hours.


The movie will chronicle Springfield's rise to fame in the 1960s and touch on her battles with alcohol, drugs and mental health problems before her death from breast cancer in 1999.

That part should of been mine! As my Sissy and the rest of the patrons down in Lynn @ 47 Central will agree. When drunk, I can tear the shit out of Son Of A Preacher Man on Karaoke Night.