Stoned Wallabies

I just read the headlines on Reuters.com tonight and this is what I think...

Hahahahhaha! I think I may have just read the funniest headline of my life. It is not that there were any typos, inuendos, or hilarious coincidences that may have turned up on The Tonight Show; the headline itself is just so surprising.

"Stoned Wallabies Make Crop Circles"

What?!?!

Number one: stoned wallabies? Reuters is a respected newsource provding international news on a daily basis and it used the word "stoned?!" And in relation to wallabies?! If you are like me, your only connection to a wallaby is Nickelodeon's former (and fantastic) show Rocko's Modern Life, starring Rocko the wallaby. While it would not be too much of a stetch for me to imagine Rocko stoned, it proves somewhat more difficult for me to imagine a real wallaby smoking up...(or at all...sorry Australia, but your mammals are so unique that they only appear in cartoons and the occasional zoo here in the States).

Number two: wallabies make crop circles??? Is this not something that alien conspirators have been promoting since England began pumping out these mysteries? I have read my share of information related to crop circles (while reading "2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl") and it seems that they are extraordinarily elaborate situations that would be difficult for even the most intellgient of stoned humans to create. Apparently this is not as difficult for the wallaby. Currently, I believe that the general public finds chimpanzees to be closest to humans in mental capability, followed by the dolphin, which shares many similarities with our own species, and some have even made the case that pigs are exceptionally brilliant creatures. Apparently everyone is wrong, for the wallaby is capable of creating a phenomenon so complex that it had formerly been attributed to more intellgient, alien life forms.

Number three: why? I suppose the question is not why they are getting stoned, but why are they creating crop circles?! Are they sitting around in their little wallaby homes laughing at the humans who are making alien conspiracy claims? Do they giggle when planes go by, taking pictures of their work and publishing them in books as proof of life on other planets? Are they also responsible for all of those human abductions and probing experiments? Did they kidnap Elvis? Did they build Stonehenge? Are wallabies the answer to all of life's mysteries?!

The truth of the matter is not nearly this fantastic, but the headline sure led me to think all of those things for that millisecond between reading the headline and clicking on the link...

I suggest you also click it to find out exactly why wallabies are getting stoned and creating art...

Stoned Wallabies!

Mirusia Louwerse

To escape all of the obsession over Michael Jackson's death, I went to youtube to listen to any rendition of my favoite creepy piece of beautiful music, Oh Fortuna, when I stumbled across Mirusia Louwerse, and this is what I think...

WHAT! Where did this incredible genius of voice come from???

The answer is Australia and, apparently, she is very famous down there...and no wonder! Thanks to Andre Rieu (pictured with the violin) she tours the world singing girls' and gays' favorite songs to the incredible backdrops of Andre Rieu's ridiculously theatric and exquisite orchestra and chorus.

On top of her fantastic voice, she has long curly golden hair, always wears a knockout dress and a huge, sparkling necklace that looks like it was robbed from the collection of Crown Jewels in England. Oh, and she is only a year older than I!

I admit, the picture I posted here is not exactly stunning, but there are, remarkably, no very good pictures of her on the internet...only yucky posed album-coverish pictures that I kind of hate. While searching for a better picture, I went to her website where I found a minimal amount of pictures, some media information, and a list of recent performances.

Guess where her most recent performance was....Philadelphia. What the hell. If I would have known about her two months ago I could have heard her in person. Stupid!

Since I do not trust you to go there yourself and look her up, I present to you a youtube clip of Mirusia Louwerse singing one of my favorite songs ever. Once at youtube, you can watch as many of the others as you want.

Enjoy! (Or else I hate you).

Spring Awakening in Philly

I went to the opening night performance of Spring Awakening in Philadelphia last night and this is what I think...

I saw the show on Broadway somewhere around 10-15 times. You would think I would keep track of that since I love numbers and statistics so much, but I started going so often that I lost track. I have seen most, if not all, of the actors who played the lead roles, in addition to many of the others. I sat on stage a bizillion times, I went to their performance on Good Morning America, and I spent an obscene amount of money to buy the autographed manuscript when there were only three scripts in the general public, none of the others having the cast autographs that mine had. Therefore, I feel qualified to give my opinions of the tour.

I think it was awesome. I have to admit, it was the first national tour of a Broadway show I ever attended, so I was curious to see how similar it would be to the original. I was tremendously impressed to discover that it was almost identical - bravo! The set, the costumes, and even most of the hair was the same. There were two notable differences, though, and it is on those that I will now focus.

The Acting

The lead male roles were performed by guys that I have seen perform the roles on Broadway several times, and they were still wonderful, of course. The lead female was a Philly local and, while her voice was beautiful, there was nothing overly special about her (thanks to Kurt for pointing that out!). What I really want to say is that most of the kids were excellent, but the two adults were not. The actress playing the adult females was, well...a bad actress. How the hell did she get cast for the national tour? She was high school theater quality...I would not even want to see her in community theater. She played the roles so obviously and so blandly...ew.

Dear Lady,
Thank god you were not in the Broadway cast. You might have ruined it for me a little bit.
Love,
Brandon

The gentleman playing the adult male roles did so in a very different way than did the men on Broadway. This, of course, is not always a bad thing. In this case, though, I think it was. He was so mousey and overly dramatic. He did not seem the staunch Germans that I believe were required for the roles.

Dear Sir,
I did not like you either. Why were you and your lady friend cast? Was it just that all the better adult actors did not want to travel across the country with a cast of kids? Oy.
Love,
Brandon

This show is really about the kids. Thankfully they were great.

The Audience

Unlike on Broadway, where people generally know what they are getting themselves into when they buy tickets for a show, many of the audience members in Philly purchased a package of tickets for the Broadway at the Academy series, completely unaware of Spring Awakening's subject matter. Needless to say, there were shocked reactions during many scenes, much frantic whispering, and some who were so offended that they left. Including the ladies who sat behind me. I think that if you walk out of a show for reasons other than boredom, there is something slightly wrong with you.

Dear Ladies, and others who left the performance,
You are ridiculous. Get an education. Learn about real life and real people.
Love,
Brandon

Overall, the evening was excellent. Our press seats were great, and the woman sitting next to me was fabulous. We became fast friends for the few hours we spent sitting next to each other. She suggested I seek therapy for my SA addiction, but I assured her I was in remission. I was only there because it was free. I truly was not going to spend the money to see it AGAIN. She also stepped on my shoe, and blamed herself for being a "bigger girl," but, when she realizd I was wearing shoes that came to a point, she retracted her apology and let me take the fall! :P I loved her. She wanted to buy the soundtrack, but did not want her 7 year old son to hear it. Who can blame her? Her husband was nice, too.

Incidentally, it had been over a year since I had last been to the Academy (to see the opera Hansel & Gretel with sets by Maurice Sendak) and I forgot how gorgeous it was inside! Wonderful.

If you get a chance, go see Spring Awakening. It plays through the 28th. If you cannot make it, go see something else this summer. It is inexpensive and totally worth it!

Paris Hilton's My New Bff

I have no idea why MTV was on the television, but Paris Hilton's My New BFF came on, and this is what I think...

The show is utterly ridiculous in every way and I think I love it. 11 girls and 1 boy vying to be Paris's new best friend by taking dares to prove they are in it for Paris and not for fame...you must be kidding.

So far, Paris has made the girls (a term she uses to describe all of her potential new bffs, including the boy), put on a show and tell, dance on a stripper pole, and pet a tiger. Whatever. The show itself is totally uninteresting, but the ridiculous things the contestants (and Paris) say are the true "value" of this nonsense.

Presenting, my top three favorite things said on My New BFF so far!

THREE

In response to why she hates sorority girls, one brilliant chick noted the age old criticism, "and they PAY for FRIENDS!" as if this were some original revelation about why sorority girls were worthless...really? Really, girl who is competing for Paris Hilton's friendship on a reality tv show? Shut your pie hole.

TWO

Paris tested the nerves of the contestants by having them pet a baby tiger, and then, while debating whether to send two of them home for having no personality, sagely noted, "the tiger didn't eat either of you, and that means a lot to me!" Cool, Paris, I totally expected that cat to shred those two...like, I am totally shocked that he was not interested in their dullness either...

ONE

The gay guy got too nervous to dance on the stripper pole because the audience was a bunch of drunk hetero guys, so he started to cry and refused to do it. Later, when Paris asked why he should be allowed to stay in the competition to be her BFF, he said "I'm really family oriented...my dream goal is to have an orphanage...for cats and dogs." Stephen, WHAT? You should be Paris's friend because you like families? And your idea of a family is a cat and a dog? I am not sure you understand the question, and I definitely did not understand your answer.

Okay, okay, okay, I breezed through that little competition of stupid quotes because I really wanted to get to the BEST part of the show by far...

Presenting....ONCH!

I have to say, this picture really normalizes Onch, the girliest Asian boy who ever did live. This outfit is surprisingly tame, but I chose it because it includes my favorite of his accessories, the headbaby. He was, apparently, a contestant on the first season and, though he somehow did not win, Paris clearly loves him because she brought him back as her sidekick/court jester/pet dog/whatever for this season. THANK YOU PARIS!

Dear Onch,
I would continue to watch this show just to see what you were going to wear, and to watch you flit about the sets so light in your bizarre loafers.
Love,
Brandon

Chase's Shoes

My dog, Chase, is wearing "shoes" for the next three weeks, and this is what I think...

For those of you who do not know, Chase comes to work to see the residents every day. Yesterday, a group of residents, Chase, and I were out for walk and it happened to be quite hot and muggy. When we are out with the residents, Chase loves to show off how fast he can run by hanging back from the group, and then zooming around us when we least expect it. Apparently the tar of the driveway was too hot for his paws, and the pads on both of his front paws cracked. I was unaware of this until a couple of hours later when the receptionist pointed out that he had been laying in a corner licking his feet all afternoon. When I checked them out, I found that he had licked them so much that he had torn off the entire padding!

I needed to stop him from licking the wounds, so I borrowed some socks from our life-like Alzheimer's doll, Tommy. As it happens, Tommy wears a pair of red baby socks that are designed to look like little, red sneakers, and they happened to fit perfectly on Chase. Because he is the world's most perfect dog and does whatever I tell him, he kept them on for the rest of the day (and night). Unfortunately, when he moves too much, they start to slip off.

Chase took a sick day from work today to go to the doctor (with Daddy Kurtis), where he received a painful shot in the back, some ointment to be applied thrice daily, and orders to wear his awesome "shoes"for the next three weeks, around which time he should be mostly healed. The doctor also gave Chase some special tape to hold on his socks without pulling out his leg hairs.

You know what I think? My dog is awesome. His shoes match his collar, he does not try to take them off, and he kind of kicks ass.

This evening, Chase posed for a photo shoot to show off his snazzy new sneaks which he will sporting until July.

You go, dawg.

Ready to chill.

Ready to run.

Ready for his close-up.

The Hatboro Hat

Kurt and I often drive through Hatboro, PA to get to I-95 and lately I have been noticing what appears to be their mascot. This is what I think...

I went to Muhlenberg College and they chose the Mule as their mascot, so I am qualified to talk about mascots that make no sense. I mean, come on...Muhl does not equal Mule. And, furthermore, who wants to be The Ass?

Driving by Hatboro Horsham High School, I noticed a giant top hat on their sign. Really? Is that the height of the creativity of that town? I figured it could just be a cute little symbol on which an erstwhile school board inanely voted, chortling to themselves about how clever they were so many decades ago. Maybe I could consider that harmless enough. Oh how wrong I was.

Driving past the high school and into the main street of the downtown area, I noticed a realtor's sign. Know what the symbol for Hatboro Realty was? A giant top hat with windows. WHAT! Continuing down the street, there were pretty little banners hanging from lamposts, much the same way there are in most other quaint towns, but Hatboro filled its banners with pictures of....hats. Seriously? Wow.

The sad thing is, while it is certainly no thriving metropolis of art and culture, Hatboro is not the most backwoods podunk town in the area. If it were, I might be impressed by the citizens' ability to recognize that the word "hat" makes the beginning of their town's name. But they are not, so it is not okay.

I live in North Wales. Do we have a whale as our mascot? If we were founded by the same people as Muhlenberg or Hatboro we would.

Before you say that I am being unfair to the citizens because they cannot control what their original governing body was drinking when it elected Hatboro as the name and...a HAT...as the mascot, let me remind you that cities can certainly elect to change their names. Nearby Blue Bell, as I learned the other night during a rousing round of Huggermugger (the ultimate nerd/word game, and, therefore, fabulous), was once called Chicken Town (or something equally impressive) and they had the sense to change it to something more attractive.

So, Hatboro, I say take your cue from Blue Bell and work out something new. Be careful, though, Mauch Chunk, PA officially changed its name to Jim Thorpe, PA, and that is equally as unfathomable.

Then again, I would rather see an Olympic athlete as the town mascot than a HAT.

The Real Housewives

I just saw the lost footage episode of The Real Housewives of New York last night, even though TRH of New Jersey already started, and this is what I think...


I actually do not get much of a chance to watch television, and I am none too upset about it, but Kurt and I do have a soft spot for the mindless reality shows of Bravo (Make Me a Super Model, Millionaire Matchmaker, and, of course, The Real Housewives of...at least of New York). Admittedly, Kurt was a fan of the housewives long before I even knew who they were, but I have seen enough episodes to get the overall scoop, and I have some thoughts about these (mostly) fabulous women. Now that the second season has officially come to an end, I think it is clearly time for Real Housewife Olympics, and here are the final standings, in order, starting with the last place finisher...


Kelly Killoren Bensimon


First of all, let me start with the most sophisticated psychoanalysis I will offfer in this article: Kelly is a moron. The ex-model may be pretty with nice hair and cool clothes, but nothing she says makes sense. When she confronts people, and those people respond wth valid points, she comes up with amazing insights like, "stop! just stop! i'm not doing this! no STOP! stop talking! you're ridiculous!" For the record, this is not a direct quote, but I guarantee that all of these words have come out of her mouth during confrontations that SHE started. What a moron. Who raised and educated this woman? A school of fish?


In short, Kelly was a complete ass in every episode that I saw, and I think it is pretty clear that the rest of the world agrees.


Dear Kelly,
You suck.
Love,
Brandon (and everyone else)


Alex McCord


Apparently, Kelly was not in the first season (and who thought it was a good idea to invite her to the second?! Obviously someone who no longer has a job). Therefore, my least favorite of the original housewives is this woman (and I use that term loosely), Alex. Alex looks like a man, talks like a man, and goes by a gender-ambiguous name. On top of that, she is married to the gayest man who ever danced across the planet Earth, and I think that, in reality, they are just a gay male couple with one of them posing as a woman so they could get on TRH of NY. Alex, though much more eloquent, is almost as blah as Kelly. She does very little, has a relatively uninteresting personality, and never actually answers any questions. Additionally, she and her flamboyant "husband," Simon, decorated their Brooklyn apartment in the most garish and repulsive way imagineable - one that only clubbing queens would.


Dear Alex,
You are a man and your husband is a woman. Oh, and your kids are the worst behaved mongrels I ever saw on television...including Sally Jesse's wild teens (hey, remember those awesome episodes?! I miss those big red glasses, too...).
Love,
Brandon


LuAnn de Lesseps


LuAnn is a countess, but not even that makes her very interesting. She wrote a book on etiquette, and she does seem to be, generally, a very classy woman, but there seems to be nothing going on in her life...ever. The only people she interacts with on TV are the teenage girls in her family and their friends...people upon whom she tries to bestow her Countessal expertise in matters of decorum. I am as a big a fan of formal rules of etiquette as the next guy (or at least the next guy who also wishes he was a Victorian gentleman or Marie Antoinette when she still had a head...) but, give me a break, Countess, you are boring and your rules are irrelevant.


Dear LuAnn,
I do not really have anything against you, but I do not really have anything for you, either. Oh, and sorry that things did not work out with you and the Count. I think the most important part of your marriage remains clear: you kept your title. Brava.
Love,
Baron Brandon...shut up, my title is almost as valid as yours.


Ramona Singer


It was really tough to decide if I liked LuAnn or Ramona more. I almost picked LuAnn because she had a title, but I went for true value in the end...Ramona says whatever she is thinking and she sticks to it. I like that in a girl. Especially a rich, powerful, New York City business girl. You go, Ramona.


Never fear, my bronze medal finisher certainly has her drawbacks. Greatest/worst of all, her eyes constantly exhibit that "headlights in the deer" look. No, I did not mean "deer in the headlights," her eyes ARE the headlights. They are HUGE. I mean enormous, freaking headlights. They are scary. Plastic surgery? Genetic defect? Disaster. But, no worries, she does not claim that beauty is her greatest asset. Just listen to this gem, straight from her own mouth: "My business head? Ten times better than my beauty." You said it, sugar.


Dear Ramona,
You are kind of a space cadet who believes she has a great "business head," but you are mostly just a lot of frou-frou...frou-frou-tutu...tutu-frou-frou-tutu! Hey, once again, you said it...not I.
Love,
Brandon

Jill Zarin

Jill is awesome. She is a Long Island Jew of the greatest variety. She has a sharp wit, she spends money like a champ, her mom is kickass, and she actually makes sense when she opens her mouth. Oh, and her long, bright red hair is awesome, too. You know what else? While many of the housewives had some pretty fab outfits, Jill could always be counted on to wear something unusual, and I applaud that.

Dear Jill,
Please accept my silver medal in the Real Housewife Olympics.
Mazel!
Brandon

BETHENNY FRANKEL

What? I accidentally put her name in caps? Bull. I did it on purpose! Bethenny is the shit. There is nothing empty, shallow, moronic, fake, or boring about her. She claims to be uninteresting and have no friends, but that is CLEARLY not the case. Bethenny's dry sense of humor and complete "realness" make her, by far, the greatest housewife (I would just like to mention that I intend no disrespect to Jill with that remark and, in fact, I think it is noteworthy that Jill and Bethenny are bff). I know Ramona runs her own very serious business, LuAnn nabbed an ancient title and wrote an etiquette book, and Kelly managed to marry famous photographer Gil Bensimon when she was actually important in the world of fashion, but Bethenny is a natural foods chef and New York Times best selling author (currently!). Beat that, other housewives.

Aside from her complete awesomeness, she is gorgeous, has beautiful black hair, has a serious grip on reality, and always, always, ALWAYS looks like a million dollars. In order to be a gold medalist millionaire, you damn well better LOOK like a millionaire, and Bethenny certainly does.

Dear Bethenny,
My name is Brandon, my boyfriend's name is Kurt, and we want to be your new best friends. To steal a line from the turtle in Finding Nemo, you so totally rock! Please accept your gold medal (and our friendship) and, um...wear it (?)...with pride. If TRH of NY is over forever, please get your own show.
Love,
Brandon

Now that TRH of New Jersey has begun, I think there is one very important comparison to make. No matter how I felt about each of them individually, the housewives of NYC sailed the magnificent yacht of class, elgance, and wordly wealth. The housewives of New Jersey, apparently, are desperately bailing out their dinghy of ghetto, and I hope it sinks when the NYC yacht sails by.

The Real Housewives of New Jersey are gross, and I am not watching them. It should have been clear from the commercials, but I subjected myself to their premiere, and I regret it. Vomit. Get them off of my television.