Thanks

I am thankful for cocktail umbrellas, wine in a box, The View, erasable pens, Nancy Pelosi, and of course, my own stardom. What are you thankful for?

Let Them Eat Cake

I know, I know, I know! I'm still behind on catching up to the current date for the strip, but with all my various world charities helping the poor and poorly dressed and Young Matthew's busy work schedule it's just going to take a little more time to get everything in the present. But in the meantime, enjoy the fruits of a twisted mind: a chemically explosive urnial cake!

Taste Buds

There was a fantastic piece on NPR yesterday about where we get our sense of taste. Thoroughly fascinating. I just wish I knew what it said about me. I mean, we all know I have exquisite taste but does that (gasp!) mean that subconsciously I feel inadequate and poor and slovenly? And what does it say about my tastes in humor? I suppose you, dear Reader, are as guilty as I, for you read Top to Bottom too. The mere thought sends shivers down my spine.

If you want to contemplate on where you get your taste from, you can listen to the article here: The Psychology of Taste, and Choice. I recommend doing so at your own mental and emotional peril.

Hallelujah!

What a gloriously beautiful day! And it just keeps getting better with each and every news report. Frankly, it's astounding considering I'm not in any of the headlines, but I'm willingly to concede my fame for one day to celebrate the Democratic win. "Better dead than Red," as they always say.

Phoning It In

I just had a delightfully painful conversation yesterday with a young (blonde) assistant. She was chattering away about the upcoming season of American Idol and the current season of Dancing with the Stars and I remarked that I did not understand how people can spend an hour on the phone calling in multiple votes for a television program.

"I just love helping someone get something they want and pushing them through to the top."

"Does that mean you're voting tomorrow?" I asked, referring to the state elections.

"No, I only vote where it counts."

This brief exchange was followed by several minutes of moral outrage where I cleary explained why she needs, why she MUST vote, and she replied in her thick Oklahoman accent, "You know what, when they make it so you can phone it in, then I'll vote."

If only Democrats could mobilize like the Claymates...

Costume Drama

Is it really a costume if you're just wearing a thong? That is the question I asked myself as I walked the streets of West Hollywood on Halloween night. And although it is a town of excess, that does not mean that its lisping denizens are above the natural laws of the universe. A thong is a privilege, not a right--even if you have the cursory gym membership that comes with citizenship to the Gay Mecca. Adding feathers to your person, glitter to your pectorals, or a dash of eyeliner to your peepers does not constitute a costume either, no matter how many back alley liaisons they get you. I myself wandered the busy streets as Nancy Grace. Now that is a costume fit for Halloween.