Words, Weights, Whatever

Friday, December 26, 2003


Here's my promised review.... (Sorry about the delay, Greg!)

Christmastime is Queer Again is a series of vignettes within a gay bar on Christmas Eve. All are written, acted, and directed by Playwrights 6.

Senor Landers highlights a chance encounter between a young man and his former spanish teacher in the bar's restroom. Though funny at spots, I personally found it the most poignant; the story illustrates wonderfully how far the community has grown since the 70's.

Mother Christmas deals with the reaction between a daughter and mother when the latter comes out that night. I thought it was a nice twist.

All I want for Christmas is what happens when two pairs of friends go after the bartender. The most hilarious of the vignettes (though Esmeralda comes close. See below).

Esmeralda's Gay Christmas portrays the chance encounter between a lone man and Esmeralda, a hispanic woman stopping in before heading home to join her husband and children. Esmeralda steals the show as she brings the meaning of Christmas cheer to the sad and bitter man. I personally liked the twist to why the man is there. Time's have changed, thankfully.

The 5th Golden Ring showcases the reaction of a son's divorced parents when they're tricked to meet him. I found the vignette to be the most serious and dramatic of the six. Though well-acted, I thought it held together and closed the least effectively.

Christmas with the Reagans. Nancy and her brood are welcomed by the bar's drag queen after their car breaks down during a storm. Hmmm. Let's just say you've got to see it to believe it.

Christmastime is Queer Again is playing at The Celebration Theatre.

Current reading

Clade by Mark Budz.

Thursday, December 25, 2003


(Peeking out from under the covers.)


(Returning back to underneath the covers.)

Tuesday, December 23, 2003


Gasp! Thanks, Dan!

A soldier stationed in Afghanistan recently received a "Dear John" letter from his girlfriend back home. It read as follows:

Dear Ricky, I can no longer continue our relationship. The distance between us is just too great. I must admit that I have cheated on you twice since you've been gone, and it's not fair to either of us. I'm sorry. Please return the picture of me that I sent to you.
Love, Becky."

With hurt feelings and a healthy dose of good old common sense, he asked his fellow soldiers for any snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends, sisters, ex-girlfriends, aunts, cousins, etc. In addition to the picture of Becky, Ricky included all the other pictures of the pretty women he had collected from his buddies. There were 57 photos in that envelope....along with this note:

Dear Becky, I'm so sorry, but I can't quite remember who you are. Please take your picture from the pile, and send the rest back to me.
Take care,

Monday, December 22, 2003

What the hey...!

I'm at the coffeeshop. There's a guy who's wearing one of those "show my butt" pants standing in front of me. He's unbunkled his decorative belt and is spending several minutes taking it off and on to make sure it hangs right. Maybe I'm a bit old-fashioned, but shouldn't people be doing that in the bathroom?

Weekend (brief version)

Ack! I'm behind!

Coffeeshop is clearing out of students. Yeah! Gave me a chance to try out David Morrell's writing method from his book, Lessons from a Lifetime of Writing.

Saw Christmastime is Queer Again. Review to follow.

Took niece to see The Haunted Mansion at The El Capitan. Details to follow.

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