Life imitates SPAM

This is from a real mailing list I'm subscribed to, a near-incomprehensible line advertising a club event in NYC tomorrow night (I think this party promoter, James Coppola, is the spiritual stepchild of "Party Monster" Michael Alig and James St. James; or perhaps this event is a mass emigration from the Island of Misfit Sex Toys): "...Celebrate The Nightwives' Birthday with NIGHT SUPREMACISTS: exploit your delusions of grandeur through fascist dance floor nightrage!"

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I just did a weird and growed-up thing: I bought myself renter's insurance. A bit late, considering I've been living in my current apt. almost precisely a decade (March 1 is the anniversary). $148 per annum. Not bad.

I also paid for a Yahoo!-owned webspace to go with the domain I'm already paying for, gordongeisephoto.com. So far nothing's there, but I'm in the process of transferring my entire photo site (hosted for years on www.mwmw.com, maintained by my former upstairs neighbor Mr. Feckless) to this space. It's not quite a superfluous site, even given my flickr presence, since the model shoots I've done are all watermarked and I haven't put most of them on flickr. Plus this Yahoo! space has design tools that may well lift the burden of making each new page (e.g., for movie marathons) by writing in html using Notepad.

Saw the eclipse last night: after Cheese Lord rehearsal a bunch of us bundled up and stood outside... We caught it just as the bottom right edge was starting to get a little light back on it... and while I'm sure I've looked at a total lunar eclipse in the past, it must have been my childhood and my memory is pretty much non-existent. So I was completely unprepared to have earth's moon actually look like a sphere hanging in the air. I'm sure I have never, ever seen the moon looking all 3-D like that.

Near future plans: dinner and bear night at Cobalt with Paul Friday... a lot of musical stuff this weekend I have to choose from... Dayton, Ohio next weekend to sing for the wedding of Lord Dan the Moribund Bachelor... and the weekend after, that off to San Francisco.

Even with my buying dinner tomorrow night I still kinda owe Paul a birthday present. I'm thinking Margaret Cho's upcoming show in April...

In other news, soon to be posted on the groovy_garathon community, WE HAVE A LIST for Movie Marathon 45. Not a schedule yet, but a list. Hooray!

Booooooooo!

Some filmic characters we never think twice about: they are complete entities unto themselves. We don't have to work to suspend our disbelief; we don't need to think about the actor playing the role. That character is that character to us.

But as my beloved brother is wont to go "Booooo!" in an uncannily precise imitation of the old peasant woman who boos Princess Buttercup and calls her "the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of PYOOOOOO-trescence!" in The Princess Bride, I am delighted to point out that the actor Margery Mason can also be seen as "Teacher's Wife" in Pink Floyd the Wall—a terrifying figure in precisely one scene who, with a wiggle of her finger, compels her effete husband to pick up the bit of gristle he has just sneakily stashed on his plate and put it back in his mouth. This is another instance of a wholly self-sufficient character to me, one I've had in my mind's eye since first seeing The Wall in 1982. I've never connected the two till now. Dog bless imdb. The world is weirdish.

(She also played the ["anything from the"] Trolley ["dears?"] Lady from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. She's 87 now.)