So on Wednesday night I decided to stay home and watch the sitcoms on ABC. They were The Middle, Modern Family and COugar Town. Well I actually only saw part of Cougar town and they had two episodes of Modern Famliy. MOdern Family and The Middle were hilarious! I really thought they were funny and entertaining and I really enjoyed watching a sitcom which I feel like I don't end up watching that much. I feel like I see lots of murder, crime , police shows and it was a really nice change of pace to see happy funny times on sitcoms. I think I am gonna watch more sitcoms and less murder..it makes me happier. THe little kid on the Middle is sooo hilarious! You should def check it out!

This article is hysterically ridiculous...mind you a link on the side was to an article about Steven Baldwin:Christian American Hero



The Golden Girls: How One TV Show Turned A Generation Of American Boys Into Homosexuals


The Golden Girls television program was never much to look at. A foursome of Florida geriatrics getting agitated about pharmacy bills and shoulder pads- who could ever find such a thing interesting? But somehow these perky and absurd women wormed their ways into America's homes for an 8-year run in the 1980s. Maybe it was our desire to see our grandmothers having fun that encouraged us to watch. Maybe we wanted to believe old age wasn't dominated by infections and hip problems, loneliness and crushing depression before death finally stomps us out like the acrid end of a damp cigarette.

The most unexpected segment of this show's fanbase was America's young men. In the 80s, these were boys too delicate for sports, too awkward for girls, too "artistic" for labor-intensive work and too flamboyant for peer acceptance in high school. With no real adults in sight, these poor children became obsessed with the poorly conceived characters on this show. Desperate for a firm hand in their lives, they gravitated to the subversive undercurrent of masculinity in these aged matrons.

Many studies have been done on why the gays love The Golden Girls, but science can't fathom the moral challenges and social upheaval of those historic times. The 1980s was an epoch of President Reagan's manly wisdom and the terrifying threat of Cold War annihilation. America had sobered up from the flashy lights of 1970s disco. We were skipping all night cocaine and sex parties to focus on our careers. Spiritual leaders like Jerry Falwell were telling us that Christianity was in the majority again. On the other side, there was a subculture of homosexuality creeping up on our youths. It gave them an excuse to wear tight jeans and to sneak off to public parks for quick releases with hairy men of different ethnicities.

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THE GOLDEN GIRLS GAY AGENDA

It was only to be expected that our lonely boys exposed to these conflicted times would succumb to the nagging Golden Girls agenda. These were slender, unathletic children who were left out of the fun militarism of the Reagan years. Skyrocketing divorce rates ruined their faith in traditional relationships. Rock groups like Duran Duran and Styx encouraged big hair and overactive libidos. The show lit a match which enflamed their intense physical urges. With the utmost cruelty and immorality, The Golden Girls seized upon this opportunity to cross the hormonal wires of America's lost generation.

The results were disastrous. Our horny, lonely boys sought out intimate comforts with likeminded Golden Girls addicts who didn't mind each other's theatrical voices and touch-feely hand gestures. Together, these clusters of awkward teens and twentysomethings bonded over their favorite episodes and characters, mimicking the voices and gowns of their tv friends. When the rush of cheesecake and gabfests wore thin, these hairless boys needed a harder thrill. They were so desperate for the next big trend they turned to same-sex sexual experimentation. What woman would have them now, anyway? This led to the worse excesses of early homosexual visibility- the most enormous of drag queens, the dirtiest of leather daddies, the most enticing of twinkie boys, androgyny, overeating, public sex and the birth of "camp."

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THOSE THREE DIRTY OLD LADIES

If you walk down the street today and bump into a middle-aged homosexual, chances are that the nasty comeback he will shout at you is something he picked up from Dorothy Zbornak of the Golden Girls. Played by noted liberal activist and Archie Bunker-foe Bea Arthur, Dorothy had a hard, masculine voice. She was cold and quick-tempered. She taught our modern butt rompers to disparage everyone in their orbit. She schooled them on insulting people's clothing choices, body odors, organ sizes and educations. Dorothy taught the gays to speak very fast and have the most superior attitude possible. This formula has worked for many of your urban leather daddies and flaming queens, who attack with the swiftness of a ninja. It often happens that by the time I figure out what the insulting gay man has said to me, he is long gone (probably off groping someone's son in a Sears lavatory). For others, and here I'm talking about your waiters and retail salesmen, Dorothy has given them permission to be two-faced. They smile at you through gritted teeth when you tell them to keep their nail polished fingers off the edge of your pasta dish or when you make them promise that they won't peek while you're trying on a swimsuit in the dressing room. Beneath that smile is a sneer. These gays really hate you for your Christianity and your gold card, your mature good looks or the fact you lead a handsome camping group into the hushed mountains of Tennessee. In whatever afterlife world she inhabits, Bea Arthur is surely pleased by your outrageous outrages, you homosexual anarchists of America.

Blanche Devereaux, played by Rue McClanahan on the show, is one of the sluttiest sluts around. She will do anything to get anyone into her bedroom for hours of offensive copulation irregardless of her aging orifices. Like many contemporary gays, she also demands expensive dinners and presents from her "dates" and takes special pride in catching the rich ones. Blanche's promiscuity is a common model for the personal lives of today's homosexuals. Most gay relationships last a week. It is no coincidence that this is the amount of time between Golden Girl episodes when they first aired on primetime. Blanche's appearances on the show taught today's 30-something homosexuals that you need a new strange man on your arm every seven days or else your viewers/friends will lose interest in your life's plot. Sadly, with the Golden Girls in weeknight syndication, the youngest gays have confused this timetable to mean they need five new boyfriends a week. Their sexual adventures have become both shockingly fast and befuddling to their next-door neighbors and Twitter followers alike.

Rose Nylund, played by x-rated comedienne Betty White, was added to the show as a sort of comic relief to the other more serious characters. She is thoroughly dimwitted. Her clueless acting style makes me cringe at her obvious senility. Senility is not at all funny, but the careless creators of this awfulness used her stupidity for a relentless barrage of immature jokes. Once again, Rose's most salient trait was picked up and celebrated by the gay community. Every buff beefcake I've ever met has been tremendously brainless. They can bump out the beats to any Madonna song on a club railing, but are incapable of telling you the difference between Acapulco and an avocado. They lack the concentration to finish reading your text message, let alone a fantastic website article you may have forwarded to them. Most homosexuals love to gallop around a conversation, yammering out a bunch of big phrases to show you how smart they are. The truth is that if they slowed down for a minute you would see that the Lady Gaga references, truckstop handjob stories and Kevin Jennings defenses don't add up to an intellectual argument. They're just random phrases strung together by psychotropically-medicated, carnally-motivated ridiculous libertines glazed with moisturizer.

For Florida, The Golden Girls completely ruined the reality of Miami's masculine reputation. It was no longer a city of Scarface and Miami Vice. The Cuban machismo and gorgeous Ferraris melted in the face of lengthy canasta games and comfortable paisley chairs. And then the gays came marching in to South Beach. Not even CSI Miami can win the city back for the straights.

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WILL THE GAYS LIVE "GOLDEN GIRL" STYLE IN RETIREMENT?

Today, as this crowd ages we have to wonder what comes next for the Golden Girl generation of American homosexuals. They're turning 40 and 50 now. Their hair is thinning, their waistlines expanding, their cachet in the cultural scene is long past. Most have settled into heavily mortgaged condos or bungalows in gentrified neighborhoods, bitter at their mid-level jobs with zero hope of becoming a CEO to make their fathers proud. Many are too old at this point to be pursuing anonymous street pickups and have settled into caustic relationships that are only monogamous out of mutual laziness. Maybe they find weekend solace in amateur photography or an overly primped shit-zu.

In a dozen years, the next logical step for these people is Florida. Will we see whole sections of this state devoted to horny gay retirees sporting the worst 1980s fashions? High pants and feathered hair and modern architecture? Will they follow in the lusty steps of their forebears, the Golden Girls? When all these gays are in such close proximity to each other, will we see a huge upsurge in illicit homosexual elderly trysts? Will they vote out Florida's married Christian Republican leaders, like Governor Charlie Crist? Will they embrace any and every cutting edge social issue that will be hip in 2020? Personally, I do not look forward to the day when we're having moral debates about robot sex, gay jetpacks or houseplant marriage. And worst of all, will the next generation of television executives see the need for a new Golden Girls show featuring silver daddies, poppa bears, wankers on walkers and 50-year old twinks who sit on your lap and suck Metamucil lollipops? America, I will be turning off my tv for good in 2019 just in case.

I really like the musical Tick Tick Boom it is by the guy who did Rent but like it came out after his death but was something he was working on and they put it together after he died. The basic story is like this guy is turning 30 and hasn't created the successful/dream musical of his dreams and doesn't know if he should give up or keep going for his dreams. There were only 3 actors in it. Me and (e:mk) saw it a few years ago at Musical Fare theater and i really liked it and so we went to see Niagara University put it on in Lewiston on Sunday. It was different cuz they had like 12 people instead of 3 and did it differently but it was still good. But i relaly love the soundtrack.
It's a little weird cuz the girl and guy don't end up together in th eend which you would think I would hate, cuz I am a fairy tale believer til the end and always want happily ever afters but it is still good. Though i ugess in some ways depressing but in some ways uplitfting. I tend to listen to it whne I am in a bad mood but it is uplifting but kinda sad too. Ok not sure about any of that. Anywho, It's good and in the performance we saw the girl had the most awesome green dress I ever saw!!!!

I was trying to find some clips on youtube but they are mostly really shoddy productions by who knows what performance groups so this is the best of what I could find of the orignal cast performing to post
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Afterwards we walked around Lewiston, a little bit artpark and went to the something something for dinner. I can't remember the name. it was with a B. Brickyard perhaps? They have bbq and it was really good, I had ribs and pulled pork and beef brisket and mac and cheese and french fries and that makes me osund fat but I gave (e:mk) my corn bread so that makes it ok right? All in all a lgreat day!

That is how many minutes until 2010. 2009 is flying by but I am hugely optimistic about 2010. It seems totally arbitrary I know to think things will change cuz a year changes but I am cautiously optimistic, i tihnk i described myself as hugely optimstic like one sentence ago, thats quite a big drop to cautiously pretty quick but I am optimistic none the less. Hoping for change both for me and for others. Only two months til then, and this ants got

High hopes, he's got high hopes, he's got high apple pie in the skkkkyy hopes, so anytime you're felling sad just remember that ant, whoops there goes another rubber tree plant.

So as compared to usual where I come up with my costume day before/day of, i actually have had this idea for a while. But I haven't exactly decided how to pull it off. I have bought every kind of suppoly from face paint to poster board to christmas decorations to felt to glowsticks, not sure how it will all pan out but hopefully amazingly! at every store I have went to people have suggestions of how to do it and they are all so different so we'll see what happpens!!!!!!!!

OMG! I want to see this movie sooo bad!I think it is out on DVD already! It looks like it would be sometihng I would love. I have always loved a Midsummer's Night Dream and anything involving it. I have always loved loved loved the character of Puck! and i love musicals. And i love everything that it seems like it is! I want to see it now!

Happy Birthday Sarah!!!I think I have the day right? Even if you are 10 million and a half miles away I am sure you are being amazingly amazing as always. If you were here we would party like this....
(the picture has been changed due to birthday girl's demands and hopes for a teaching job in the future)

Have you guys heard the latest about Pam Anderson. I guess at the style awards she had her make up artists daughter come with her to hold the train on her dress up. That was the whole purpose of the girl being there the whole night. You could say oh sure that girl prolly loved it cuz she at least got to be there and stuff. BUT NO THEY DIDN"T EVEN GET HER A CHAIR! She had to sit on the floor at Pamela's feet the whole time. I guess this is stirring up quite the controversy in hollywood ...

here's a pic

As always at this time of year I start to fret about what I am going to be for halloween only to wait utnil the last minute to decide and make it with pure shoddiness and lot of duct tape and safety pins. The best laid plans always get pushed to the side for the last minute "great idea". My only 2 real requirements usually are that involves short shorts and glitter...we'll see what comes up this year! i love thking about it though. So many fun ideas so few days a year to wear costumes

So Whitney released her new album on my birthday which seemed like a good sign for me and for Whit, like I really want her to come back and wow the world. But sadly this first single is just really not memorable/danceable/or that good. It makes me sad cuz I really thought she was gonna come back from her cracked out/whacked out/bobby brown loving/craziness and be a huge star again. I was starting to doubt that but then I was cleaning out Nonna's attic with (e:paul) and my mom the other day and saw tihs on the cover of one of the 8,000 issues of Famiglia Cristiana that my grandparents saved and figured its a sign she is back. The weird part of many of these magazines is I swear that the person the cover is not actually in any story in the magazine. I know i dopn't really read italian that well but i should be able to tell if any of the stories mention Whitney Houston and I swear they did not. This is not an isolated case. I swear they just put anything on the cover even if there is no story about it. Well here is her cover, and here's hoping she is on her way back!