This one’s pretty much a classic:

Mariah was a damn train wreck at the MJ memorial singing ‘I’ll Be There’.  Here’s the video, but don’t watch it.  I’m just putting it up for responsible journalistic reasons.  She wasn’t so much singing as she was a hallucinating painter like Isaac Mendez, as some may have previously commented, including me, just now.

Lest we forget that Mimi has the uncanny ability to make temporal lobes weep at the drop of a dog-whistle-pitch hat metaphor, here is the video that I actually recommend you watch, an 18 year retrospective of incredibleness.

The F.U.D.G.E. Theater Company has one of the first productions of The Wedding Singer in New England, and I’m lucky enough to be a part of it!  The show is, in all honesty, way better than you might expect.  And that’s saying something! You would expect it to be terrific!

It was nominated for all sorts of Tonys when it was on Broadway, including best musical, book, score, choreography, and actor (comedian Stephen Lynch originated the lead role of Robbie Hart).  It’s effing legit.

It’s full of really high-energy, true-to-the-80s, dance-til-you-die dance numbers, like this one:

…as well as all the songs from the movie, like the grandma’s rap, I Wanna Grow Old With You, and Somebody Kill Me (Please).

I’m in the dance ensemble, as a result of which I have lost eight pounds in the past three weeks since rehearsals have started, as well as several smaller roles, like the drunk Steve Buscemi best man and a Billy Idol impersonator, among others.  The leads are supremely talented, and I’m not just saying that.  Here’s a video of our Julia (Kira Cowan, left) and co-ensemble member (AnneMarie Alvarez, right) tearing it up at a cabaret last year:

The cast is gorgeous!  Look at us! I know what you’re thinking! I could get it with the whole damn cast! Well guess what? Your chances of doing so are greatly improved by coming to see the show.

HERE ARE THE DEETZ.

WHERE:

The Arsenal Center for the Arts
321 Arsenal Street
Watertown, Massachusetts

WHEN:

July 24, 25, 30, 31, Aug 1 at 8pm
July 26 at 2pm

HOW DO I GET TICKETS?

Click here.

Tickets are $20 for general admission, $18 for students and seniors.  ProTip! There isn’t any uncomfortable audience participation/assaulting in this show, so don’t be afraid of the front row!

Continue reading The Wedding Singer: The Musical: Come see it!: I’m in it.

If I Were a Free-Fallin’ Boy, DJ Earworm

Oh my gosh you guys, did you hear that Michael Jackson died!? It was like a totally big deal – can you believe that 30% of tweets when he died were about him!? Unbelievable.  People all over the internet were really interested. He died so hard that he almost broke the internet.  (You guys already knew all this, you smarty pantses, you. I just needed an opening paragraph.  Set the scene and whatnot, maybe foreshadow a touch.)

The important question about his death, though, remains unanswered: What do gay people think about it?

Gay people are known to have very important opinions.  That’s a sentence that doesn’t even include a link because it’s so true I don’t even need to source it.

Three more things are true:

1. All celebrities are dead right now.
2. People talked about all celebrities being dead on Facebook.
3. Being concerned about the well-being of society like I am, I compiled some valuable (and possibly life-saving!) information about how concerned people were about dead celebrities.  Specifically, how gay people and straight people were concerned to varying degrees about dead celebrities.

For people not familiar with my Facebook Gaynalyses, here’s the procedure and methodology: I have all of my Facebook friends categorized into one of three friend lists – Gay People, Straight Dudes, and Straight Bitties.  If you are my Facebook friend, I have categorized you.  If you friend me, I will categorize you.  For each of the three groups of people, I counted all status updates between June 25 at 12:01 am until June 30 at 11:59 pm, as well as counted how many statuses mentioned Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, Billy Mays, or Ed McMahon and their respective deadnesses. Those are the only dead celebrities, apparently, that warranted mention by my friends Other dead celebrities, such as Steve McNair, earned either one or zero newsfeed appearances from June 25 until the time of this post, influencing both the study period and which dead celebrities were worthy of my scientific scrutiny.  Maybe you should have dangled some more babies out of windows, Steve.

Over the six-day study period, during which 1053 status updates appeared in my newsfeed, 15.4% of all Facebook status updates referred to celebrity death.  Gays and dudes were somewhat more interested in dead celebrities than their cats, fights with boyfriends, and shitty jobs than the ladies were, as you can see below in Figure 1.

Out of the four dead celebrities in question, Michael Jackson’s death had the most uniform appeal among all three study groups.

Straight dudes went comparatively crazy over Billy Mays’ death, probably because they’re all Neanderthals, and Mays dropped out of West Virginia University, kaboom, in typical straight dude fashion.

As for Farrah Fawcett – gays were basically the only ones who cared, because her spirit adjective is the word “fabulous”, making her an immediate favorite of the gays, or a gayvorite. Straight bitties were just jealous she looked so good, and straight dudes think of her looking like this, not this, so they all gave her the silent treatment, being the disrespectful bastards they are. 

Regarding Ed McMahon’s death, no one cared.  He started the wave of celebrideath, but he was only mentioned 6 times on Facebook, and every mention just appeared in a list of dead celebrities 3 days after he died, e.g. “Liz Taylor just sighed relief. Mcmahon fawcett Jackson. We all know these things come in threes [sic].” 

Wikipedia doesn’t call him the “greatest side kick of all time” for nothing.

Here’s a stacked bar graph to better visualize their relative popularity, as the data set is “statuses mentioning dead celebrities” instead of “statuses”.  Sure, this graph directly contradicts stuff I said before, but you haven’t been reading that closely, and also… Facebook. Let’s not get crazy, people. 

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So there you have it.  Everything you didn’t really care to know about dead celebrities and Facebook.  If you care to learn more about how gay people use Facebook in a slightly different manner than straight people, click here for some similar posts.   Also, none of these graphs come close to the time Bea Arthur died – gays went nuts. Out they minds. You can peep that here.

Dear reader,

Please reconsider all previous criticisms and skepticism of people who find images of God in toast and Cheetos, because today, I found God in my facebook newsfeed. If I can use “God” as a placeholder for “extreme coincidence”.  Poetic license, people.

I hope you have read this post, a.k.a. my last post, a.k.a. the post in which I chronicled an evening in which an older couple engaged in some impromptu manual exercises in the middle of a crowded bar, a.k.a. handjobs.  This post is a sequel to that post.

You may remember that Naughty Nelly told me that she and Robert met at a gay bar, “well not so much a gay bar. It’s more of a whorehouse.”  TURNS OUT! Nelly may not have been as a reliable source as I originally may have intuited!  I have a friend who is a talented photographer (check him out) who just so happened to be on assignment for a photography project.  The place in which he was on assignment was Jacque’s, which is a drag bar in Boston.  That is where Robert and Nelly met, because they were spotted together! Not a whorehouse at all!  I feel so betrayed.  Photographer friend sent me this shot:

This is Robert and Nelly dancing together at the drag bar almost exactly one hour before I encountered them. The song being performed at this time was “I Will Survive”. Unfortunately, the performer on stage at this time was the only one that did not agree to be photographed by my friend, so I can’t provide any more detail or context about their now-fabled meeting. (Video, for possible illustrative purposes only). For the record, Jacque’s has the following policy listed on the homepage of their website:

We sincerely ask that you please remain seated throughout the performance for the enjoyment of all our customers and out of respect for the entertainers who work so hard for you. Thank you.

Speaking with my friend, we have been able to forensically synthesize an accurate timeline of their evening based on timestamps of photos and text messages.

• 11:45 pm – This picture is taken. 
• 12:04 am – Robert and Nelly leave Jacque’s drag bar and do the nasty on the patio of an unknown restaurant. Please do not share photographic evidence supporting that second part if anyone happens to have any, I’ve had enough coincidences about this thank you very much.
• 12:57 am – They’re in the bar I’m in, doing yuck yuck things I’ve previously mentioned.
• 1:10 am- They retire to Robert’s hotel room.
• 1:54 am  – Nelly comes back to the bar, she and I chat.
• 2:01 am – Robert comes to collect Nelly, the bar closes, I go home and have nightmares for the rest of the week.

So like, there’s nothing exceedingly exciting or newsworthy, other than the extreme coincidence that I was not the only person I know to encounter Nelly and Robert that fateful evening.  Although I think I’m pretty much done with my recent luck of coincidentally finding people having sex in public for trues, people.