A Room With A View---of Christmas

I have never really decorated any of the apartments I've lived in during the Christmas holiday.  And I don't know why I haven't because I love a beautifully decorated room as much as the next man.  Christmas just makes me feel sooooo warm & cozy!  So, it's high time my place illustrate that feeling!!!  High time!

What A Card

Well, I've gotten all my Christmas cards out!  Mailed 18 of 'em this morning.  The card has a beautiful snow man on the cover, decked out in glitter!!!  Yeah, those kinds of cards are messy but look dang nice!!!!  After I send the last two, special cards I'm done!  Those two go to kids.  My godson and his brother.  And, in those, I always include a dollar or two.  It has taken me this long to figure out that I shouldn't spend much time selecting their cards 'cause all they undoubtedly care about is the money!  So, a 99 cents card is just fine!!!  Haaa!

Never As Good As The First Time

SADE sang it better than I can tell it.  It's never as good as the first time, she said.  And, more oftentimes than not, she's right.  I've been a fan of Sex And The City since it's inception.  I used to love sittin' on the couch in Brooklyn, watching these New York chicks live lives that were tangible.  I mean, I could actually see and touch their sorrows and joys.  The first film was a hoot for me.  There were a couple of really touching moments that brought me back to the theater at least three times to see them again and again.  I didn't go to the theater to see part two.  And I didn't because nothing about its trailer looked interesting.  And, of course, word of mouth wasn't good, either.  Last night, my friend, Donald, ordered the movie on cable and I watched.  More than a couple of times I wanted to get up and leave.  But I didn't.  I stayed the course because I believe in these girls.  Or...so I used to.  The sequel was meaningless.  Period.  Style over substance.  Not one time did I feel anything for the leads except disappointment.  How could the bigwigs behind this venture lose their way?  How?  Honestly, if I wanted to go see an event that featured shoes and clothing over human connection, I'd go to a fashion show.  Or to a mall.  I suspect there'll never be another Sex And The City film since this one did so poorly at the box office.  However, if there is, I hope they go back to making the film about people.  Real people.  Insecure people.  Loving people.  Beautiful people with a reason for living other than consuming.  That's the movie I want to see.  'Cause that's the television show I fell in love with.

47 & Counting!!!

Every day I listen to Five For Fighting's song, 100 Years.  It makes me feel great!  And it makes me feel PRESSURED!  Pressured because it states that we've got a hundred years to live.  If so, I've got 53 years left ('cause I'll be 47 next week).  And I've still got sooooo many things to do before I go!  Soooo many!  No time like the PRESENT to do 'em, right?  Okay, that said, I gotta go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Sometimes You Win...

I want very much to help a young actor I know get his foot in a door or two.  So, I arranged for him to be seen by a casting director who is searching for the replacement for the lead in the cable series, SPARTACUS.  The actor had to self-tape his audition and be extra-careful to perform his audition, using an authentic-sounding, British accent.  Well, his finished product arrived to me today and, although he didn't sound like a true Brit, I still applaud him for his hard work and dedication to the assignment.  The casting director didn't like his accent nor his performance, so he won't be going any further with the project.  However, I'm still happy for him.  And proud of him for saying he wanted something and actually doing the work to achieve it!  That's rare follow-through in this day and age.  And I know, 'cause I'm guilty of not always completely what I start in a timely fashion my dang self!  There'll be other auditions and, based upon his work ethic on this project, I'll happily help him when I can.  I say a job well done!

100% FAT FREE!

One of my dear friends has a problem.  Well, this particular friend has several problems.  But the one problem he has that truly amazes me is his homophobia. 

No, he doesn't think he's homophobic, but from many of the comments he's made over the years, I beg to differ.  Honestly, I don't think he has an issue with knowing gay men.  But I do think he has an issue with anyone thinking he might be gay. 

My friend weighs over 400 lbs.  Let me state that again:  my friend weighs over 400 lbs.  At 44 years old and no taller than 6'2", his 400 lbs are nowhere near muscular.  Nor toned.  Nor acceptable to any medical doctor with a medical degree.  Not even one procured online (if that's possible). 

I say all this to say that when I've mentioned this friend to my gay, male friends, they always ask me, "What does he look like?"  And when I describe him, every, single one of those friends just chuckles.  Why do they laugh, you ask? 

Because they know that at 400+ lbs, my homophobic friend is likely to be the largest human being in any predominantly gay, male setting; yet also the most invisible. 

The one thing he can rest assured about is that NO gay dude this side of Heaven would question his sexual preference. 

And, in all honestly, the reason is because NO gay male on this side of Heaven would CARE. 

At least, not one I know---have ever known---or am ever likely to know. 

Or even meet in passing. 

EVER!

What...?????

What am I gonna do with the $104 MILLION I win later tonight????  Huh????  Don't you worry.  I'll come up with SOMETHIN'!!!!!!!  Haaa!