The Only Reason I will see Star Trek

Okay okay, I know you've been waiting for my official review of The Haunting In Connecticut, and it will come, i promise. I just have to get something off of my chest first.
The ONLY reason that I will go see Star Trek. And That reason is one word. Sylar. Or more importantly, the amazing actor playing him: Namely...



That's right folks! Mr. Zachary Quinto himself is playing, of all roles, friggin Spock!



Yup. tis true. The actor of such masculinity, and sexual and sensual appeal is playing friggin Spock, whom i don't think has a history known for his sexual or sensual exploits. And I'm sorry, but I have never figured out what that finger thing is supposed to mean, so please, enlighten me ;-) The worst thing, however, is that it appears (at least in the above picture) that they made my amazing Sylar SHAVE (I mean, come on people!!!!!) I will cry, I tell you!! Cry!!!

Now, i have never seen an episode of the original Star Trek in its entirety. Seriously. Just never has happened. it just didn't interest me. The same with Star Wars. I was like, oh well. Big whoopie! I guess I was a late bloomer...or one of the Next Generation.

Now that, I did watch, almost religiously! Three reasons for that. Jean Luc Picard, The Borg, and Mr. Johnathan Frakes.





Please, he's a LeatherDaddy in the making lol

And of course, the most recent Enterprise starred the man for whom I credit the ability to have intimate relations with a female: WHOO HOOO Scott Bakula himself!!!



Now, here is the story. I was visiting home Freshman year of college because i was asked by a friend of a friend (and i speak to neither now, go figure) to accompany her to her freshman dance party, bingo game, or something. It was like a prom. Meaning, it was ridiculous. Now by this time, hello, there were no closets in my life, but reluctanly i agreed to go with her, OMG her name was NICKY lol, okay, so i agreed to go with nicky as friends...

Cut to the after party at her house and about 7 beers and who knows how many shots later, and shes askin me questions...'so you've never really been with a woman?'...ah, nope...'and you never wanted to be with a woman?...ah, don't think so..."come on, just try it, come on....' you know where this is going. Peer Pressure. I just get suckered by it all the time...

So, I eventually said 'fine' mostly to get her to shut the frack up! She was like, hold on, let me take out my retainer!!! (I KID YOU NOT!!!!!! I wanted to blow chunks then and there...oh, but it got worse folks....) She kisses me, ACK, and the She says 'Please go down on me'. I was like "Huh?" (I mean, was she crazy? And then i remembered, ah, she's a breeder. And did she have to say please? She was totally feeding into my catholic guilt complex)...so, I will admit i was quasi-curious, and a whole lotta drunk, and so she parts her legs and then i see it. The sweat begins to form on my brow. OMG. I think what the hell do, i do with it? I slept through that lecture in high school...So i just put on my explorer hat and goggles and prepare for the expedition lol... Flick this. Lift That, Wiggle those...I HAD NO IDEA, and then the sweat was flowin, and she's Moanin and sighin and im feel like i've lost my way on a dirt road and i'm fighting a charlie horse, and a cannabilistic roseanne bar is steadily approaching me cause, in the words of my mother, "they'd eat me first."

I couldn't takt it. I wasn't very good at the rubik's cube, and i so wasn't able to figure out 'down there' (hence why i call it the rubik's cube). So i picked my head up and she was still moanin and such and i said 'excuse me'...she looks down, and i said 'this isn't really working.' Well then, the sighs and moans turned to frowns and i swear, she started to friggin shed a tear. A TEAR!!! So i swallowed my pride, and i think a little of my dinner from earlier (you know what i mean) and i said "Can i just frack you?"

She was beaming once again, and i took the dive. And clenched my ees so tight and thought of the one person who could help me through this ordeal. And of course, it was none other than Mr. Scott Bakula himself. Specifically, the opening sequence of Quantum Leap where he leaps nekked into the body of a monkey trapped in a cage (I KID YOU NOT) So, i owe my survival to Mr. Bakula. Who, hello, did Playgirl!!!



Which, if anyone knows of where i can get a copy, I WOULD LOVE A COPY OF THAT MAGAZINE!!!!!!!!

Anyway, so my mind is wandering off into dangerous thoughts, so i will leave you with more pictures of my Sylar. More later. Peace

Hump Day Report

Hello folks! (Okay, all 5 of you lol)

Tis Tax Day, and Hump Day all rolled into one, and being that I was out of town this past weekend, i found myself getting blocked up.

Here's what you've missed.

1. As I said, Poor Poor Joe is gone. I knew it!!! i put the curse of injury and failure into that poor poor man. When the helicopter came and hauled him away i Cursed the TV, Survivor, and myself. lol Sorry to say i warned ya, Joe. lol

2. I Finally, yes FINALLY saw The Haunting in Connecticut! Ms. J and I saw it Mon night, and its taken me this long to recover lol Look for the detailed review later today.

3. A sports announcer in Philadelphia has passed away and it's as if the president has been assassinated. I just don't get it.

4. My New York excursion was something!!! And while there i got to view at 1:00am the lifetime premiere of Tribute, which i kept referring to as Treatment, starring the 'i liked her better when fat' Brittany Murphy...look for that review later as well.

5. This week i am moving, so its been a little hectic. To say the least. I found a great home that is in my price rannge, and so what if it was once a funeral parlor, the scene of a mass cult suicide, and republican lol

More later folks.

For now, I will leave you with an image of Adam Baldwin. WHOOOFFFF
...

Tragedy at Les Gals

I am sure that you can recall my post on Les Gals Adult Center a few posts back. Well, just the perfect way to start of the Triduum...death at Les Gals.

Let me take you through the event, as witnessed by yours truly and two other co-workers. The first police car, with silent lights spinning, arrived at Les Gals at approximately 10:45am EST. The Officer exited the vehicle and entered the establishment.

At this time I had assumed that once again Les Gals was being raided, a thing that has happened their before, so I thought nothin of it.

Around 11:03am EST a police van arrived, again with silent lights flicking on and off. The original officer exited the building and went to the van...

Suddenly, i was distrated by a coworker who asked me about my preference for Peeps (I hate them for those wondering) My Coworker then stated, "They're takin a body bag inside!"

I said "The Peeps!" and then i realized he was speaking about Les Gals.



See, isn't it beautiful? All the pretty lights????

Anyway, all eyes were glued to the window. Myself and my fellow smoking co-worker ventured outside to see what indeed was amiss at LesGals. What we saw was the officers descending the sheet metal lined stairs with a bugling robust, filled body bag. They lifted and deposited the body bag into the police van "Going directly to the morgue," my co-worker stated, and then they got in their respective vehicles and drove away.

It's always interesting seeing a dead body. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to it.

The most shocking thing is that LesGals never even closed its doors. It was a quick in and out and back to business as usual.

There are so many questions i have, and scenerios i keep replaying in my mind, that i know will end up in some written form lol

I just hope he went with a smile on his face.

Now, im all screwed up, so I leave you with this to make you happy and hopefully me happy as well...

Holy Triduum. A look at a Superstar.

That's right, folks! It's that time of year again. The Jewish people are celebrating Passover, and the Catholics are entering into the Holy Triduum, beginning tonight wih Holy Thursday. I remember vividly my attendance and participation in the Triduum masses (before the dead flies started falling from the rafters and onto my head, I kid you not). Holy Thursday was always my favorite. It wasn't the three + hour endurance test that is the Saturday Vigil (although the wax balls will always have a special place in my heart), nor was Holy Thursday the suffering of Friday's veneration of the cross ceremony. No, Holy Thursday had the best music, most of which i got to sing as one of the lead cantors in the church folk group, (Yes, we had a folk group, and yes, i was a member).((Hey, i told you i was once Yo Jesus, didn't i?) So yes, the music of Holy Thursday was some of the best music of the year. From the hymms stripping the altar, to the washing of the feet medley, it was, not to sound too trite, heavenly.

Which brings us to today's blog, which i am devoting to the show that I chose over going to my senior prom, Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice's Jesus Christ Superstar. Yes, that is correct. I could either go to my senior prom, or play, among other roles, Annas (the high priest opposite Chiaphas) in a local dinner theatre production. What did I choose? Annas, of course.


Here's Annas from the Film, played by Kurt Yaghjian




And here's Annas from a production in Amstetten Austria, played by this guy. GREAT COSTUME!!!



Want to know about my costume? I had a friggin tyed-dyed purple robe. But i did have the high pointy hat.

Of course, I'll never forget my male paternal unit asking me "Why do you want to be An Ass?" All, precious memories...

In fact,it was kind of a household tradition started by my cousin, and taken up by myself and my sister to watch and experience Superstar every Triduum. One year we took bets beforehand on how many Outbursts Ted Neely, aks Jesus, would have lol.. I think my sister won that bet.

Cause, let me tell you...He yells and has tantrums a LOT! Seriously. Judas should have just given him a valium or something. For example, the opening of Act Two, aka the Last Supper, taking place on, hello, Holy Thursday....the apostles and Jesus are all sitting and drinking and being merry...



Not sure which production this is from, but it's nice. and serene, and of course, Jesus ruins it halfway through with this:

Jesus:
I must be mad thinking I'd be remembered!
Yes, I must be out of my head!
Look at your blank faces! My name will mean nothing
Ten minutes after I'm dead!

See, if he were on valium, or a perk or pot the verse might have gone more like this:

Jesus:
I must be mad hungry my tummy is rumblin
Pass some more off that bread!
Judas, such a kid you, friends both since grade school,
taught me to stand on my head!

See, i think it would have been a completely differnt outcome. If only...

Now, JCS has had its array of controversy since its inception. When it Premiered in London there were vast protests. And the same in New York, and with many of the numerous productions around the globe. Why? You may ask? Could it be because of this line sung by Judas to Jesus in Reference to Mary Magdalene?

Judas:
It seems to me a strange thing. Mystyfying
that a man like you can waste his time
on women of her kind.
Yes i can understand that she amuses!
but to let her stroke you
Kiss your hair
Is hardly in your line....

YUP YOU READ IT...but to let stroke you!!!!

Its a biblical jerk off reference!!! Tim Rice You're a genius!!!!

So, as we enter Triduum, think of the above.
And have a happy Holy Thursday! Will write more later.

But before I go...how id like to wash the feet of this guy!



and yes, i realize that i have no idea what his feet look like. Gotta take a chance now and then!

Peace

Living and Dying, We feed the Fire

It has been a strange past few days. Life changes, thoughts and questionings, and this week while commuting, I re-read a book which, when first read in 1996, literally changed my life. That book is Sacrament by none other than Mr. Clive Barker.



I have read the novel several times, and have loaned or given away close to a dozen copies. The novel deals with many things, but at the center it is about extinction and life, particularly that of a gay man. Our guide on this journey is Will Rabjohns, who may be the most brilliant wildlife photographer of his day. His niche? He chroncles and photgraphs animals on the verge of extinction, in their own habitat and world, which we, the human race, are slowly, yet steadily taking over.

Meanwhile, in his home of San Francisco, Will is also bearing witness to the loss of his own tribe due to the Plague that is AIDS. He speaks at one point in the later half of the novel on the subject of the plague and extinction with the following:

"We're spontaneous events. We just appear in the middle of families. And we'll keep appearing. Even if the plague killed every homosexual on the planet, it wouldn't be extinction, because there's queer babies being born every minute. It's like magic."

The central written theme in the novel is "Living and Dying we feed the Fire", taught in words and action via the character of Jacon Steep, who first encountered Will when Will was only a child, and now, that Will has reached adulthood, wants nothing more than to add Will to the pages of his own exctinct species collection.

We have all been witnesses to countless acts, of happiness, of violence, what have you. How many times, however, have we stopped witnessing the fire and stood inside it, to actually feel it? To see the world from the fire itself?

Another potent and prominant theme is voiced by Lord Fox, a creature that is a part of Will's psyche. Several times in the novel Lord Fox urges Will to "Stop looking, and See." The creature says this to A Photographer who built his life on observing and looking. But when he actually takes the time to stop looking and see, the miracles around him become blatently clear and precise and he is, in fact, changed as a result.

There is plenty for one to sink their teeth into in Sacrament, literally. One chapter chronicles the goings on at The Penitent, a bar which 'rivaled the Mineshaft" of New York City. Yes, Leather, kink, and fetish are alive and well in the novel, as per Barker's style and taste.

Interesting to note. There is no denying that Barker is a very open sexual being, and that he has no issue in exploring any number of types of sex. The main character couple in his short story "In the Hills, The Cities" (From Vol. 1 of The Books of Blood) are indeed a gay male couple. In "The Hellbound Heart" Barker explores the extremes of Sm and Kink, with the characters finding the pleasure in the suffering of themselves, and others. In "Imajica", Barker's Jesus character Gentle falls in love with Pi oh Pah, a shapeshifter whose sexual identity is never known or tangible. Even in Barker's fantastic play "Subtle Bodies", nonesense port Edward Lear falls in love and marries a Gorilla for the sole purpose that the gorilla likes Lear's nose.

It is in Sacrament that the sexuality of the protagonist, is very much fused with the themes and drama of the fiction, and, as many claim, the novel is the most autobiographical of all of Barker's works. He write the novel shortly after the death of a close cousin, and wilst in the stages of self-depression.

Upon its completion, Barker's agents told him that they would not prefer that he change the sexuality of Will. Simply give him a girlfriend. Barker has spoken and written several times about this exchange and stood firm and the result is a new agent and publisher as well as the queer Will Rabjohns.

Which brings me to Amongst The Living. I have heard over and over again, from friends, and family, to agencies the same thing: Just make the main character Straight.

In many ways i feel i am walking a similar path to that of my mentor and inspiration. Interestingly enough, if there was ever a novel I would choose to tackle to adapt to a screenplay that Barker wrote Sacrament would be it. Though it would be a long long screenplay lol

And i know who I'd Cast as Will. Take a look. What do you think?





I think Mr. Law'd be perfect

Sex And the City

This weekend, while battling a migraine (three-Day one, bless me) I watched a film that came out a year ago, practically. A film I had wanted to see, but for some reason or another, couldn't get my mind to it. Perhaps it was that I was no longer living in the City that is a character herself in the film> Perhaps it was that no one really wanted to see it, and it's definitely not a film to go to by youself? Perhaps, i knew, going into watching the film, that the film would bring back memories i am not sure i wanted to experience...but as I sat on the couch, holding a blessed palm (it was Palm Sunday afterall, and a neighbor had brought one over for me), i swallowed my pride and viewed "Sex and The City: The Movie".



Where to begin? Well, the was as long as about 5 episodes or so, but I really didn't mind. In fact, seeing the girls again really was great. I was a fan of the show, and loved some of the characters (Samantha, Steve, Carrie, etc). Others, of course, i despised. (HELLO CHARLOTTE!) And the same feelings came back with the film.

Perhaps I dislike Charlotte (Kristin Davis) because i hated her Melrose Place character Brooke. I'm not sure. But i hated her on the show, and i didn't much like her here, until she litterally poops her pants!!!!!!!! I tell you i was taking a drink and it came out my nose!!! That was CLASSIC!!!!!!and brought a huge relief to the depressed characters, and myself...

That's one thing about the movie. They've all gotten older. More jaded, perhaps? More realistic. I mean, When Samantha (LOVE HER) is watching her hunky Malibu neighbor have sex and be the 'male version of herself' you can see a longing in her eyes. This man, played by Gilles Marini, I will tell you, for a SMOOTHIE, had so much sex appeal, it was making me excited. Seriously,. Hello, look below...







Seriously, folks, I have read so many reviews, and they barely touch upon this amazing plot point. This hunk of a man, Dante, is Samantha's other half, as if the two were separated at birth, and a moment that occurs between them sets the metaphor in place for the entire film itself.

In said scene, Samantha, who has for months spied on the hunk while he ravishsly displays his sexual conquests for the public's viewing pleasure (and he has many), chases her sexually charged puppy up his porch while he is enjoying himself in his outdoor shower (WE SEE COCKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) She drools over him and he asks her if she would like to join him. She thinks about her life with her boyfriend, whom she manages (hes an actor), and you know that she really wants to go to him and sud him all up. But, alas, she declines the offer. He even tells her is name "Dante!" and invites her over any time she wishes. What does Samantha do? She decides not to partake in the carnal pleasures, and in fact, ultimately end up moving back home to NYC. What does this mean? Our Samantha is all grown up. Much has changed, of course, but the core of her remains, albeit older and wiser, and yes, more down to earth.

The same can be said of all the ladies, in their own way. And, in essence, the same can be said for all of us. A lot has changed since SATC went off the air, and the film represents that. It was a film that was not as funny or shallow as i had thought it would be, but that's okay. It is one i will def. go out and purchase. And although not as edgy as i would have liked it to be, cock and all, it was a pleasant surprise.

So, for Sex and The City, I give it 4 cocks...and im looking forward to the sequel...


Now, to leave you with something to drool over, here is the star of MadMen,John Hamm and my god, is he hunkalicious. Enjoy! And Happy Monday!

Joe Will Survive!!! (At least until Next Week) Survivor: Tocantins

We are about half-way through this season's Survivor outing. Survivor: Tocantins, and let me just tell you...I'm kinda frightened. Is it because Coach is morphing into a crazed eye hypnotizing pirate (Whom, i swear was growing chest hair in one of the previos episodes but now is smooth again?) I bet he has Erinn bite them off with her teeth! But no. There is another beast on Tocantins all together, and he was my pick to crush on, i mean win since the first day. Drumroll Please....Mr. Joe!



It has been a long many seasons since Surviror had a man of delectible fur quality other than our Joe. From the Beard, to the chest, to the legs, all complimented by his amazing eyes, this player is to die for. And of course, i can root for no other. Which means, sadly, that Joe's liklihood of winning the million is nil. (The last time i had this big a crush on a Survivor (and my crush on Joe is an even bigger one than that time) was back in the Australian Outback, and the crush was Michael Skupin.



A man liked by this tribe, exceedingly handsome in his own way, Michael was my definite pick to take it to the end! It was a crush. And of course, look how he ended up:



Thats right folks. He inhaled too much smoke from his newly-made fire, and fell hands down into it. Yep,. his skin began to peel and fall off...it was ugly, and yes, i shed a tear. When the helicopter lifted him off the island I felt guilty, and realized that my crush could be deadly. All by Episode friggin 5!!!

And so, i fear the same may happen this year with Mr. Joe the Furry.




Not the falling in fire melting your skin off tragedy, but ultimately losing.
And it looks like last night's episode was the down turn for his game. "Why?" Might you ask? Was it because he drooled all over his enemy at Exile Non-Island? (Meaning he's a horn dog waitin to find his buns...?) Was it because frigging TAJ (hello, look who your husband is!) pulled a nasty prank and made that fake immunity idol, fisting it up the totem pole's skirt? Was it because Joe is likeable, and athletic, and perhaps not that bright? Or is it the reason that I really think that it is: A furry hunk, and esp. one that i have a crush on, never gets to win survivor. Yup, I think that's the answer.

Now i hear the groans and moans out there, esp. all of you (okay the two of you) shouting "What about Ethan! What about Ethan!?"



Yes, there is hair there when he won Africa... but it was a fluke, I tell you! A fackin Fluke! I mean, did you watch that season?????? Who else was there to win it??? And i think Mr. Ethan knew his hairy win was a fluke as well, because, hmmm....directly after Survivor and winning the bucks what does he do????? Just Look below peoples! Please, look below!



Do you see that??????? HE SHAVED AND WAXED AND SHIT!!!! He knew that it was a fluke that he won!!!! So he shaved to hide his fluke... Joe, no matter how bad you may lose (or, if the gods are on my side, WIN) I hope you never shave! EVER!!!!!

But, that means, of course, that, although i am totally rooting for you, I think you'll be lucky to make it to the jury. Really lucky to make the top four...doubtful you will win.

I'm sorry buddy, and I love you (in a i know you are straight so please don't kill me for dedicating a blog to you type of way)

Listen, I would even understand if, when you do go, in your confessional, you have one more vote to cast. And the person you vote out isn't Granny, like you did when you got off that truck (It was funny i laughted and you had my crush at that moment lol). But pleae know, i will totally underderstand if the person you vote for is in fact...



It's all okay, I will still root for ya bud.

UPDATE (TWO HOURS LATER!!!)

This just confirms my fears. The following quote is taken from Jeff Probst's (hunk that he is) ew.com blog...



Yes, that is him, and yes, i recognize the hair (but he's a host, and its different)Anyway, his blog devotes a very special paragraph, and of course, it's about Joe.

What i didn't get into in my blog was the inclusion of the ceramic pig challenge, (nice one, if i may say so)..And of course, Mr. Joe got hit on the knee...This is what Mr. Probst had to say about Dear Joe...

"In case you were wondering, yes, those pigs were ceramic and yes, they hurt when you caught them.

Damn, Joe's knee. Whoa. That is ugly. Could anyone still doubt this game is for real? Just look at that little tiny nick and how bad it has gotten in just 72 hours. Joe is a hurtin' dude right now. I felt for him so much that it made it hard to laugh when he found the fake idol. I really like Joe. Joe likes Sydney. Sydney has a boyfriend. Joe has a bad knee and a fake idol and likes a girl who has a boyfriend. Joe is in trouble. He's on the outside of the alliance that he should be a part of. Poor Joe"

My sentiments exactly, Mr. Probst.

Hairy Chest Revolution!

Since the day I was born, I have had a fascination and obsession with chest hair, and other body hairs. Surely I remember standing in the bathroom as a child, looking in the mirror, and praying to sprout chest hair. I was proud when at the age of 11, the first hairs began growing, and although I have a nice supply, I always hope for more.

Many Times people have asked me what my fascination is with a hairy chest and hairy man. There are several reasons I give them as response, but I fear none of them can not truly supply the complete answer, because, seriously, I can’t simply tell them “I just do. It’s how I’m made” What I do explain to them is the connection to masculinity is a huge turn on. The fact that I am very sensual and tactile, and there’s nothing better than massaging and kissing a hairy chest. I tell them that I have been known to light a man’s cigarettes or cigar and have him lay back, as I went from each single strand of hair to hair, worshiping them. (btw this act of worship has lasted up to 6 hours without ending the worship session before. I want to beat that lol) I tell them how comfortable, safe, and secure I feel being held tightly against a masculine hairy chest. I tell them that, in reality, no matter how much muscle they may have, I have never been able to achieve full erection, let alone arousal with a smoothie, ie. a smooth-chested man.

The one and only time I ever engaged in intimate sexual relations with a woman, which is a story in and of itself, I managed to last the few 30 seconds by picturing Scott Bakula from Quantum Leap.

Now don’t get me wrong. Just because someone is hairy, does not mean that I want to jump and worship them. I am not attracted to “Santas” as I lovingly call them, but this is just a personal preference, as we all have.

Being an Artist, this fetish, obsession, what have you, finds its place in my Art in many genres, from Theatre to film, to prose. Funny Story…when I was casting for my 2005 production of The Bacchae, staged for a month in rented out and transformed famous New York Comedy Club, word got round the theatrical community, and several of the actors who auditioned for the role of Dionysus came in and mentioned that they heard I liked chest hair. That, and the fact that I was staging the orgy/feeding frenzy, made for quite an interesting Casting call.

I am currently in the beginning stages of a Hairy Chest coffee table book which will be sold for charity, and am busy scouring the streets and countries for those willing to showcase their brilliance.

What can I say? Chest hair is beautiful. I may be the number one fan!

And after the smooth trend of the 1990s metrosexuals, and models, and twinkie, I am glad that finally, in 2009, it seems the hairy chest is returning.

Let the Revolution Begin!

Hollywood is already beginning to pick up on it. Here are my present-day top 11!!!! (in no particular order)

1. Pierce Brosnan



2. Scott Bakula





3. Chris Evans


5. Hugh Jackman





6. Jason Statham



7. Julian McMahon



8. Clive Owen




9. Patrick Muldoon



10 Thomas Jane



11. Scott Speedman



What say you?

Peace

Just

April Fool's and Hump Day Oh My!!!

Today is April Fool's Day! And it also falls on a Wednesday, making it Hump Day!!!
I just wish i were in better spirits, but what can you do, right?

Hmmm. spirits, hmmm sprites. April Fool's. Sex. Interesting....my mind wandered into Shakespeare world and I can't help but think about the character of Puck today, and those who have performed Puck, most notably, Robert Sean Leonard in a little film called Dead Poets Society.

A fellow Fordham Alum (in his own way), I first met Mr. Leonard during his stint in the Broadway revival of The Iceman Cometh. He had come to the University, and several of us got to know him, and see his show, etc...and even, (YES, even I did this), agreed to go root for he and the rest of the Iceman team in that year's Broadway Softball League. He's a great guy, and, in my opinion, a brilliant actor.



His character of Neil in DPS is one that is so touching and moving, and real to myself, and others who are 'different'. I use the term different because the role can be viewed as such, from many separate perspectives. Of course, when I first saw the film i pegged the character for being Gay, (in the 1950s), and his story and journey rings very true to many i have known, and several i have lost.

For those of you (ms. K if you're nasty) who may haven't seen the film I will not reveal Neil's arc, but state that it is very much the heart of the film.

March isn't really a good month for me. At least, it hasn't been for several years. With April beginning, its like a re-birth, and its been the same cycle every year. Like Clockwork. Depression sets in in March, and then come April, you have to deal with the re-building, etc. and putting back on the smiling face ;-)


Which brings us round to today, and back to April Fool's and Puck from AMSND! There is something about that fella...

here are two pics of different actors portrayin the sprite.

Enjoy!