News Flash from the Republican party

BS Newswire:
In their continuing efforts to counter the buzz surrounding presidential hopeful Barack Obama, the republican party released this statement:

We’ve already touched on how “Obama” sounds frighteningly close to “Osama” and how his middle name is “Hussein”, but we think this latest link can not be ignored. How could any patriotic American not be concerned about the similarity of the names “Barack” and “Baraka”. For those who do not know, “Baraka” was a monstrous enemy in the popular and exceedingly violent video game, “Mortal Kombat”. As you can see in this photo, he had a demonic, clearly anti-Christian visage and two deadly metal swords in his forearms. The only logical conclusion to the parallels between these two entities is that if we let Barack Obama into the Oval Office, he will most likely perform a “fatality” on this country. If you support Obama, then you are obviously a freedom-hating demon lover who wants to see America have its skull and spine ripped out in one fluid motion and then mockingly shown to its own momentarily standing body.


Today’s question:

Somehow, from one of the labyrinthine jokes and conversations between Jess, Larry and I, came this:
Would you rather spoon or be spooned by Edward James Olmos?

The Jacket

Jess reminded me that ‘d never updated about The Jacket. I did end up getting the Doctor Who/Das Boot jacket from Wested. Check out this thread for my perfectionist analysis and more information than you could ever want on the subject.
Short version is that it’s not perfectly screen accurate, and I have a few niggles, but overall it’s a damn cool jacket and I’m keeping it. I haven’t managed to get a good picture yet, but what I have are in the linked thread.
It’s brand new leather so it still needs some breaking in. Since it’s been pretty cold, and we keep our heat on a pretty low setting to save energy and money, I usually wear a hoodie, or warm fuzzy shirt over a T-shirt, but to help break my new jacket in, I’ve been pretty much wearing it every waking hour instead.

Call Me Doctor Who

One day Jess and I was listening to a song when she commented about how it sounded a lot like another song we liked. Immediately my creative urge demanded that I do something with this knowledge so I fired up my music studio and started tweaking, feverishly trying to create this Frankensteinian monster. I put the first few parts together and played it for Jess and Larry. All three of us were smiling ear to ear. It was alive!
I now present to you, Call Me Doctor Who.

Wonkiness alert!

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Quick poll

Which picture will get me tons of acting work and rocket me to superstardom:
Number 1
Number 2

Pseudonym

I’ve got my new stage name: Whatshisface Allyn. That way when people are casting some good character role they’ll say “You know who we need? Whatshisface! That guy who was in that thing!”
Then they’ll call me because I’ll be the only actor named “Whatshisface.” The spelling doesn’t work too well though. Maybe I should be “Watzizface” or something. Perhaps “Whats-his-face.” I’ll never have top billing, but that’s O.K. I’d rather have a great character actor career like Gary Oldman anyway.

Jacket Watch 2007!

Let it be known that while the jackets in the previous post were vying for my position of “all-purpose”jacket that could be worn in any situation, weather, etc., Jess plans to make me an equally cool (possibly cooler in fact), if slightly less versatile coat. Behold

I have found the one jacket to rule them all

Many years ago, I stumbled upon Wested leather. They made all the jackets for the Indiana Jones films and they sell custom tailored authentic replicas of the jackets for extremely reasonable prices. I was very intrigued. I ended up commissioning them to make this jacket for me. Sadly, after many moons and many complications, the jacket they sent me looked absolutely nothing like that jacket whatsoever. Nothing. It was still a nice, hand made, custom fitted leather jacket though, so I kept it. Over the years I lost a lot of weight. This combined with the fact that my jacket wasn’t exactly what I was looking for cause my jacket hunger to continue to slowly build over the years.
Tonight, I was once again browsing the Indiana Jones jackets again with lust. I did some searches and was reading some forums where people were talking about their Indy jackets and posting pictures and such. That’s when I found my holy grail of jackets in this post. You can also see it on the Wested products page here. I absolutely must have it. As soon as I saw it I knew it was The Jacket. The only possible competition is the Angel jacket pictured earlier, but I don’t know any way to actually obtain that one, so the Wested wins by way of availability.

The Ambiguously(?) Gay Duo

Or to paraphrase Jay speaking about Silent Bob, “Meet my hetero lifemate, Larry.”
I thought I had written about this before but I couldn’t find anything in my archives. A while back I got out of bed to find some guys on my balcony fixing up our balcony railing. We live in a condo complex and pay an exorbitant homeowner’s fee so we don’t have to do any outside maintenance. As I noticed this older, buzzcut gentleman on our balcony, Larry emerged from his bedroom, also just having woke up. We opened the sliding door and asked if it would be helpful to move our patio furniture inside while he replaced the railing.
As we reflected on this later, we realized what it must have looked like, both of us in pajamas and rumpled hair, obviously just rolling out of bed at noon. This led to great amusement and a comedy skit with an ignorant bigot yelling “Fags go home! Go back to where you came from! Go back to…uhh…Fagtopia or whatever!”
Then yesterday we were both in the grocery store (where we are frequently seen together) in our pajamas buying hair dye and ice cream. When the cashier looked at the receipt and correctly pronounced Larry’s last name, I remarked how the last time a cashier there had tried to thank us, she had mangled Larry’s last name. It was at this point that it hit me that this was yet another moment when we must have seemed like the gayest hetero non-couple in existence. It probably didn’t help that I also had one thumbnail painted with a sparkly prism nail polish that looks green and purple depending on how the light hits it.