I conk out on the sofa at 2:00am, watching an obscure, animated film by Hayao Miyazaki on my laptop. The sound’s a little off, and the drawing is clunky, but the story is amazing. It just goes to show how far a good plot will get you.
A hundred yards away, at the bar on the corner, a girl sits nursing a beer. She’s about as old as the film I’ve been watching. She was bordering on drunk earlier, when her friends were buying rounds of champagne, but most of those friends are gone now — moved on to the French Quarter, or moseyed home, realizing they’d hit their limit. She’s not sure why she’s still here. It feels like she’s waiting for something to happen. It’s a new year, after all. Something should happen, right?
For years, I have secretly conducted field tests on holiday celebrations, maintaining detailed notes on their good points and bad. Based on extensive surveys of exactly one person — me — I’ve devised this completely accurate ranking of the holidays, from best to worst:
My character, Queenzilla de Montesquieue, looking chilly in Skyrim
All cards on the table: I’m a huge fan of the Elder Scrolls series. I spent months playing Morrowind and even longer on Oblivion. When it comes to sandbox games, few can top these for the breadth of possibilities they offer.
However, the Elder Scrolls series isn’t without its problems, and although Skyrim has received loads of accolades, I think it may be the worst of the bunch. Here’s why:
UPDATE: You did it! Michael & Co. surpassed their fundraising goal with hours to spare. Give yourselves a hand(job).
I’ll make this quick: Michael Stabile is putting together a documentary on Chuck Holmes, an important figure in the gay rights movement — not to mention gay porn. Michael’s running a Kickstarter campaign to fund the project, and he’s got four days to raise the final $5,000.
If you have a few extra bucks lying around — $5, $10, whatever — why not make a pledge to support the film? Think of it like a very sexy, politically savvy Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa present to yourself. And really, who doesn’t like getting presents? (Or in this case, packages. Bow-chicka-wow-wow.)
Added bonus: the documentary is called Seed Money. Best. Title. Ever.
In case you haven’t read the Salvation Army’s position statements, here’s a taste of what lies within:
Scripture forbids sexual intimacy between members of the same sex. The Salvation Army believes, therefore, that Christians whose sexual orientation is primarily or exclusively same-sex are called upon to embrace celibacy as a way of life. There is no scriptural support for same-sex unions as equal to, or as an alternative to, heterosexual marriage.
Now, supporting charities is great — in fact, I highly recommend you do so frequently throughout the year, not just during the holidays. But the Salvation Army ain’t the only nonprofit in town. There are plenty of worthy charities to choose from, each with a very special mission. Continue Reading »
A scrapbook: a jumble of personal notes and other things I find interesting and/or sexy and/or appalling. I'm a gay guy from New Orleans, and I work in marketing, so there's an assortment of gay stuff and New Orleans stuff and marketing stuff, but there's no real "theme" here, so I wouldn't go looking for one if I were you.
I conk out on the sofa at 2:00am, watching an obscure, animated film by Hayao Miyazaki on my laptop. The sound’s a little off, and the drawing is clunky, but the story is amazing. It just goes to show how far a good plot will get you.
A scrapbook: a jumble of personal notes and other things I find interesting and/or sexy and/or appalling. I'm a gay guy from New Orleans, and I work in marketing, so there's an assortment of gay stuff and New Orleans stuff and marketing stuff, but there's no real "theme" here, so I wouldn't go looking for one if I were you.