jess: we have a temp working here today and none of us can tell if it's a man or a woman Stef: ha Stef: that's funny jess: name is rene, so that doesn't help us much Stef: wow jess: my money is on woman, but the office manager thinks its a man and has been calling her he all day Stef: you have to blog these things jess: who has time to blog? too busy IMing jess: do you think it's rude to ask someone? Stef: um Stef: yeah Stef: why don't you follow him/her to the bathroom? jess: yeah, you're right- that's much more polite Stef: you should ask for a middle name Stef: maybe it would be a clue jess: it doesn't have boobs jess: but it's got the delicate bone structure of a woman jess: but it has close cropped hair like a man jess: but lots of black women have close cropped hair Stef: what kind of voice? Stef: hands? Stef: adam's apple? jess: voice, no help jess: haven't looked for an adam's apple jess: it's got a big blousy button down shirt on jess: so it's kind of hard to tell Stef: reminds me of "it's pat!" on SNL
Stef: A lot of people say, "What's that?" It's Pat! A lot of people ask, "Who's he? Or she?" A ma'am or a sir, accept him or her or whatever it might be. It's time for androgyny. Here comes Pat! jess: yeah, that's its nickname here jess: i hope it doesn't hear us talking about it jess: it's really very nice Stef: so wrong jess: 2 earrings jess: but no purse Stef: well hell dingdong has 4 earrings Stef: and i have no purse jess: that doesn't help me stefanie Stef: i know
I want to pop out behind somebody at a bus station, all rumpled clothing and bloodshot eyes, grab the person and frantically ask, "Please. There's not much time. H-how many of us are left?" and then, "Wait, what year is this?!" When she tells me it's 2007, I'll close my eyes and whisper "Oh my God, They did it. They really did it!" Then I'd give her a big bear hug, laughing and screaming into the sky "It worked!!" before bounding away, enthusiastically hi-fiving every person I pass.
So I'm working late (again) when the need for caffeine hits like the unwanted hug of an overweight, over-emotional Aunt at Christmas time. I stumble out of the office and into my car to begin searching for the nearest source of Columbia's second largest export. Every place is closed. Isn't this Los Angeles?!! Starbucks is damn near saturation level in this city and I can't find a fuckin' coffee!?! Needless to say, frustration is meeting desperation when I see this:
Needless to say I think that the late nights have finally encroached too much on my grey matter. This and the unexpected crowd of people at a 7-11 at 2AM... honestly, it really freaked me out. I love Springfield as much as any other three fingered, bug-eyed American, but there is no need for it to jump up and bitch slap me in the middle of the freakin' night.
I push my way through a throng of post-teens waiting near a "Squichee" machine like it's churning out iPhones, walk past a case of Buzz Cola near a life-size Chief Wiggum and finally get my coffee.
And then I get the hell_out_of_there.
After all of that crap and I couldn't even get a Duff...
After being quite literally lifted off our asses and into a hot tent by Rufus Wainwright's deliciously precocious stage banter at Coachella, DingDong and I were happily surprised this past weekend to discover that DD has two-plus albums from Rufus in his iTunes library. One might argue that if you're unaware you have two whole albums from someone in your iTunes that maybe you have too much music in your iTunes, but it's exactly such overloading of the iTunes that leads to such happy discoveries as the one DD and I had Saturday. Moving on...
Coachella was the first time I heard RW (well, aside from the songs I've heard here & there in movies & such but didn't know who it was I was hearing) and I totally dug him. Or, as Jess so perceptively noted at the time, "Someone totally has a crush!" A hopeless crush of course, as it's quite clear Rufus is the gayest thing since gay came to gay town.
As we listened to the couple hours worth of songs DD had, Rufus quickly belted his way into my current top 10, and probably my all-time top 20. (One album was Want One, and I'll check tonight and update what the other was, for whoever's counting). But the song that's really doing it for me, and has been running in my head quite happily since Saturday, is "Oh What a World." It's like a river of fabulous steadily rising and finally overflowing its banks and flooding the land with super-fabulousness.
But don't take my word for it, check this:
What a doll. Love the witch costume. Love the nod to Coit Tower at the end too (which is right outside my window at the moment here at work).
Oh and he's coming to SF and LA in August/September. Nashville too! The LA show, at the Hollywood Bowl, will feature Rufus singing the complete program Judy Garland performed at the Hollywood Bowl in 1961, with complete orchestra. Oh and what a coincidence, it's only 6 days after my birthday!
