Did anyone else watch the first annual Spike TV Guys Choice Awards? Yeah, I know what you are thinking, “Donna what are you doing watching the first annual Spike TV Guys Choice Awards?” Look, I had been watching the great noir classic, The Big Combo. It ended and the next movie up was Suddenly, Last Summer. At this point, Rob walks in and he says, “What are we watching?”
“This fantabulous movie starring Katherine Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor and Monty Clift! Katherine Hepburn is trying to force Elizabeth Taylor to get a lobotomy! You see Liz spent the summer with her gay cousin who somehow got cannibalized by a bunch of island boys and….”
“Turn the channel, I can’t take any more of these weird gay movies that you love so much! I can’t do it, not today.”
There was no use in fighting, I could tell by his face he was very serious. And so I did what any good girlfriend would do- I let him hold the remote control. He clicked a couple times and settled rather quickly on Ultimate Fighting where muscly men without shirts wriggle on top of each other. We watched Randy Couture fight Tim Sylvia. At the end, Randy Couture got outfitted with a big sparkly gold belt. Ultimate Fighting ended and that’s when the first annual Spike TV Guys Choice Awards began. I rather enjoyed it. The best part (next to Lee Majors and his brass balls) was when PEE-WEE HERMAN appeared to present the Funniest M.F. award. The voice over said it’s his first appearance in 15 years! Now let me warn you, I AM A HUGE PEE WEE FAN! Even back when he was arrested for spanking his monkey, my love for him did not diminish. I used to tell people, “I’m pullin’ for Pee-wee!” At any rate, with that said, I wish Mr Reubens had not decided to bring Pee-wee back. Paul is 55 years old. Yes, his face is virtually unlined; however, his chest, neck and belly have grown larger. The suit fit him differently. Something felt wrong, very wrong. Pee-wee aged and it bothered me. I want Pee-wee to stay the same. I want him to forever stay that silly, skinny, weirdo riding his pimped out bicycle and showing kids things to do with their mom’s underwear.

I can tell it’s close to the end of the week. I feel completely and utterly spent! My eyes are burning and all I want to do is put my head down. I heard that there are some companies that actually equip their buildings with nap rooms, quiet places employees can go to rest during the day. We don’t have one of those where I work. My old company had a game room. It was really rather silly. No one ever went in there other to eat lunch. I rarely went in there because I didn’t want people to think I didn’t have enough to do. Ahh, the gold ole days. At any rate, I have a bunch more calls to make– must generate business! Only a few more hours left in the day. Soon I’ll be home and putzing.

I’ll figure it out.

But I just did an impression of Jack̩e Harry for Lisa. Circa 227. OOooooooo, Mehr РEeeeeeeee!

This morning, in the elevator, I pressed the button for my floor. The button lit up and immediately I thought of the video for Billy Jean by Michael Jackson. You know, where he steps on the sidewalk and with every step, the sidewalk lights up like elevator buttons.

I air kissed more people today than ever before. At 3:00, Rob and I went to my cousin Bradley’s graduation party. I greeted oodles and oodles of relatives with hugs and kisses. At 6:00, Rob and I left and I kissed everyone farewell. We drove to Rob’s nephew’s graduation party where I greeted all of Rob’s oodles and oodles of sisters and brothers with kisses and hugs. We left at around 8 and of course, everyone got a kiss goodbye. We had one last party to go to but we decided to skip it. Good thing, I was all hugged and kissed out.

I thoroughly enjoyed the Paris hoopla yesterday! I didn’t watch any TV, I just read the online articles. I feel horrible that I took so much joy in looking at the pictures of her crying in her car and having to be taken kicking and screaming back to jail. The thing is, I do feel she deserves it more than anyone because she of all people COULD AFFORD TO HIRE A DRIVER. Me? I would be up sh*t’s creek! Suspend my license and I would truly be in a terrible situation, trying to find a way to work.

Dang it! This is what happens when I spend an evening watching TCM’s Screened Out: Gay Images in Films–

Google Video recommends:

Cher Does West Side Story

Maybe I should have taken a walk rather than plopping in front of the television and watching Sign of the Cross with Claudette Colbert and Charles Laughton? What a crazy movie! I couldn’t get over the arena scene– elephants stomping on people and picking them up in their mouths, cave women skewering dwarves and then holding them up, shishkabobed on their sabers. And the horrible horrible end where I suppose the Christians prevail— meaning they walk out to their deaths– getting eaten by lions. There was also a silly lebanese dance and that’s the reason the movie was shown on TMC last night. Every Monday and Wednesday through June, TMC is showing movies that feature a subtle or not so subtle reference to homosexuality (not that there’s anything wrong with that.) I think it was the dance as well as the presence of Charles “Nero” Laughton’s catamite that made them choose Sign of the Cross.

At any rate, I am tired beyond tired. I’ve got to get more active. This falling right into bed after work and not moving is just not healthy. I had been doing it through the winter and thought once summer arrived I’d change my ways. I haven’t and I must.

You can watch La Femme Nikita episodes on AOL!

This episode is one of my favorites! It’s from the first season and in it, Michael and Nikita pretend to be a married couple. A terrorist thinks that Nikita is a psychic and he asks her to help him communicate with his dead son. My favorite part is at 09:54/44:47 when the terrorist is like, “Why don’t you use your power to help me speak to my dead son!”
And Michael is all like, “It nearly killed her, that’s why she doesn’t do it any more!”
Gosh! I LOVE THIS EPISODE!

You can also watch Kung Fu episodes, like this one called Spirit Helper that co-stars Don Johnson who sports a very brief loin cloth. And if you are really feeling like it, watch The Cenopath. Rob and I watched this one last week and it just made no sense to me. I could use an explanation.