Open House Celebration

Hi Everyone,

I know I've been missing in action lately. I'm on my last week of work and have had my replacement following me for the past couple of weeks. Not a lot of time to blog.

It's hard to believe that when I walked into my office in January 2000 that I would end up staying there for almost eight years. I was 23. I'm 31 now. An entire chapter of my life happened while working out of that office.

Friday is my last day there - ever. My last day with a comfortable salary and regular paycheque.

So I want to celebrate and go out on Saturday night. The kind of thing where I'll be at a certain bar drinking all night and if anyone wants to stop by and say hello, they are more than welcome. The only thing is I don't know where to go. I want somewhere that is conducive to conversation, where you can stand or sit to drink and feel free to come and go. Doesn't have to be a gay bar, but gay friendly for obvious reasons.

So if anyone out there is still checking this from time to time, keep Saturday in mind and if you have any suggestions, feel free to pass them on.

I'll leave an update on Friday once I figure out where I'm going.

My most favourite hospital ever

Hostpital Gives Man Drip-Feed of Vodka

Remind me to get sick the next time I'm in Brisbane.

Don't You Put It In Your Mouth

..Unless you ask someone you love.

This commercial used to be on TV all the time. I loved it. They must have been on crack making this.

Pop Quiz

Camping
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Warm weekend
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Alcohol
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Late night pool party
=

a) one hell of a fun night.
b) rides through the woods on the back of a golf cart, with a whole lot of hootin' and hollerin'.
c) the spins.
d) a rough next day.
e) a nasty cold.
f) all of the above.

Dear Rob Zombie

While I appreciate that you are still relatively new in the role of Movie Director, I think that by tackling a remake of Halloween, you bit off a bit more than you could chew. After viewing your movie last night, I've made a few notes and questions:

1. Suspense - it makes a horror film scary. Without it, it's a little bland and predictable. You might want to try adding it next time around.
2. Serial Killers do not require a long, drawn out backstory. It's more fun when you don't know why they're so fucked up and killing people. Not to mention that when the film starts with the kid already screwed up, trying to show why afterwards is rather pointless. You'd do better showing certain events first, and then the results. This also goes for whoever remade The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
   
3. Timelines - if you start the film in what looks like the 70's, and then go to "Fifteen Years Later," you might want to give us an actual year as a frame of reference. In my mind the film started in or around 1975, which would make the latter part of the film take place around 1990. I don't remember cute, small cell phones being around then - especially in the hands of teenagers. But then the rest of the phones in the houses looked like they were from 1982. I'm confused.
4. If it's "Fifteen Years Later," then how come the only black man in the film (who gets killed of course) looks, acts and talks like some jive talkin' , mutton chop wearin', trucker badass from Shaft? And if he's pulled out a knife and is prepared to beat the shit out of somebody, why would he call him an A-hole instead of asshole?
   
5. Continuity - If Michael squeezes someone's head and pushes their eyeballs into their sockets and blood starts running everywhere, shouldn't the victim still have blood on their face when he drags them down the hall? If you go to the trouble of showing a bathroom stall wall being knocked over and the glass shattering on the advertisement that hangs on it, you might not want to have it in pristine condition in the very next shot.
   
6. How does a police chief remove a baby from a murderous crime scene, drive it to the next hospital and drop it off with no questions asked? Especially when the mother is still alive?
7. You might want to stick to making music. Your movies suck.
   

Reality Check

As you all know, Q and I have been going to Gay Camp this summer. It's in Simcoe, a small town not too far away from Hamilton. We just spent a great weekend there, but today I was dealt some disturbing news:

On Sunday evening a truck with a couple of (presumably) straight guys drinking beer in it entered the campgrounds and started racing around. They were driving very fast (could have easily hit someone) and doing donuts all over the lawns - including in the memorial gardens that had just been landscaped. They also began shouting out slurs, asking people if they had big cocks, etc and generally making asses of themselves. While they were screwing around, someone closed the gate on them, so they drove over and broke a couple of fence posts to get out. A camper then called the police to report trespassing, reckless driving, drunk driving, abuse, anti-gay threats and property damage. They were even able to provide a description of the truck and the license plate.

24 hours later, the police still haven't shown up.

I'm not one to sit back and let insults like this pass me by. As soon as I have all the details, I'm going to contact the head of that police department and lodge a formal complaint. Depending on the response I get, I'll go even higher - and have the means to do so. I can accept the fact that shitheads get drunk and harass fags because they can't deal with their own sexuality. I cannot, and will not, accept being treated as a second class citizen by the police - no matter how small the town. They have a duty to uphold my basic human rights and can be called on it when they don't. Not only do I have a vested interest in the people there, I also have property there that is vulnerable to this kind of attack.

Bring it on bitches. Bring it on.

On Maggie Trudeau and Box Stepping

Some things I learned this weekend from a 300 pound ex 80's circuit boy, who was a regular patron and member of both The Saint and Studio 54:

1. They called them Circuit Parties in the 80's.
2. Before X came on the scene, they used to take a drug called Decadence - which was a combo of LCD LSD, Acid, MDA, coke, Ibuprofen, Acetaminophen, Pepto Bismal and probably some Metamucil thrown in for good measure (if I remember correctly).
3. His friend The Doctor was the one who discovered that Ketamine made for a great party drug and called it Special K. He didn't happen upon this by accident, but through intensive research. Then when he came up to them at a party and squirted it up their noses, it made the high last for like, 12 hours.
4. He was there when X was discovered too. (when did the name change to E?)
   
5. This one time, a party at The Saint lasted like 36 hours and he and his friends spent $4500 on drugs alone for the weekend. I think he got ripped off.
6. On Sundays, after the parties were over, he'd have everyone over to his penthouse at 4th & Broadway (which work paid the rent for) and he'd have a DJ and everyone would shower at his place and he had jeans and sweatshirts for everyone to change into and then they'd all party until Monday morning and then go to work on Monday morning.
7. He knew Maggie Trudeau and would see her at Studio 54 but wouldn't go over and talk to her because he was afraid that a photographer from the Toronto Sun would take their picture and it would end up on the front page the next day. I hear that happened to poor Maggie a lot.
8. The box step was, and still is, a very popular dance at circuit parties. This information was obtained not through conversation, but through observation.
   
   A few more:
   
9. It's true - the only way to get a job at Studio 54 was to blow Stephen.
10. Everybody tipped the bartenders with a line of coke on the bar. I mean everybody.