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Alpha works in a restaurant--a rather popular restaurant in the M-town. This is important to bring up if you're not a fellow staffer reading this (I forget whether we have an outside appeal).
...To say Mother's Day brunch was the Spirit Rape of the Century is an understatement. God love all those who decided to come out today IN THIS ECONOMY...
In any event, my afternoon was mostly filled with drinking on the company dime, then drinking some more while seeing Iron Man 2 (ScarJo sucks dicks in hell), and then drinking a little bit more (so close to being a mafia wife minus any real mafia connections!). Lotta drinking, you see...
Then, while rounding out my drunken routine (McDonalds #2 with a diet coke, thank you), this song came on. Mind you, Memphis has a new "Generation X" station, which is extremely hit or miss (sometimes you hear Color Me Badd, mostly you hear Barenaked Ladies), but I had yet to hear this track. In years. And it sort of, for a whole four minutes, brought me back to earth.
Cuz sometimes your mom's dying on Mother's Day, and you're overworked and waaay underpaid, and guys that broke your face (and guys that threatened to break your face) just keeping showing up, but still, y'know what? It's all okay. I actually pulled the car over by Pillow's house (it's on the way) to stop and sing along (I still know all the words, after 15 years). Please do enjoy...

Love In This Club: Hole. Yes, Hole...

I know Courtney Love looks like a Mickey Rourke muppet in a wig. I know Frances Bean is counting down the days until she can poison her during their "Reconciliation Thanksgiving dinner," but I still cannot find a single thing wrong with this song. Just give it a listen, and tell me you don't want to find some Urban Decay nail polish and go crazy:

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There's just this thing about Damian, lead singer of OK GO. Some people get it; most don't seem to. In any event, their new album came out this week. And this link will probably die soon, so enjoy while you can...

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In late 2004, Petrova and I (and a few other people but it was our idea) started saying "be Charlie Sheen" or "be Tony Danza," intermittently, as advice. The phrases were distinct. I think to be Tony meant to be fearless in a wholesome, fall-on-yr-face way (like having a talk show). And to be Charlie...well it's obvious (and pretty damn 19-year-old-y). The whole thing was so wrapped up in early statement t-shirts and trucker hats and Facebook culture and was totally suitable back then I swear.

Michael K posted this picture yesterday and then Pillow said something about it and it's mesmerizing.

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Love in This Club For the Post-Season (and the late 90's and the Bronx and...always)

(...given that I don't have to hear him talk about Jesus.)

Best Thing Going For For Friday/Love en Clurrrrb

This blog and especially this Scando.

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Stupid me only started watching that Ken Burns Nat'l Parks number last night...and now the 30s have totally surpassed the soldierboy 40s on the historical hotness meter. How about this C.C.C.?!

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George Ashley Wilkes—what a mighty, mighty good man. These rough and dark days cause me to dream about long, sunny, boozy days at Twelve Oaks (or somewhere like it).

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NY1's Pat Kiernan, who applies his own make-up every morning (and keeps newspapers relevant). It's always nice to see an Irishman make something of himself.

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I've been thinking about the Raj, about gentlemans' imperial postings a lot (hellurrrr). And isn't Charles Dance, as concerned, blueblood academic, Guy Perron, just the best at what he do? Yes. Best always. A strong and silent retrospective reel:

Love In This Club: Johnny Weir

So I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out how to post something truly relevant about Johnny Weir lately. His new film, Pop Star On Ice, is hitting a million Pride festivals this month, and, y'know, somehow figure skating is always topical, but it dawned on me mid-evening that when all's said/done, I've quit smoking, I don't drink that much anymore, I'm the only one left in the Memphis offices of A&P, and Johnny Weir is just about the dreamiest thing I've seen in quite a while. That's it. Please go see his movie if it's coming near you.

Here's him skating, to help with legitimacy. The Nina Simone shit is gold.

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Mayor Wharton.

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Augustus Caesar.

Love In This Club: Roye'l

He's a fresh alternative, blending styles from the past, the present, and the future. Watch, and tell me you don't wish he was singing this about you:

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Apple Trees (currently blooming general [or really occasional] all over New Amsterdam).

Love In This Club: Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog

Alpha and Pillow love them some Joss Whedon. That's essential to this writing. He's Shakespeare and Jesus and a whole lot of other things people look up to and respect. So it's difficult to speak about him and his work without a certain amount of awkward childlike wonder. That said, we've really been a bunch of ding-a-lings taking this long to spotlight his online masterpiece Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog.

If you don't know, Dr. Horrible is a cute li'l side project-cum-musical extravaganza, starring Neil Patrick Harris (Alpha's hero!), detailing the exploits of a wannabe supervillain whose alter ego unrequitedly loves a sweet, red-headed girl that just wants to help the homeless. As with most things of this nature, I feel the actual thing speaks for itself much better than I, so, a sneak peak...



currently available on DVD.

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It's criminal to overlook the classics (however loud the noise about them). Bob Deniro as young Vito is simply the most nuanced hotness.