Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Quote of the Day: You Ain't No Scott Baio

"Her supporters have very little enthusiasm. The only people enthusiastic about her campaign are Hollywood celebrities, in many cases celebrities who aren't very hot anymore, and Wall Street donors, special interests, lobbyists, etc., who want to control government not to the benefit of our country but to the benefit of their wallet."--Donald J. Trump

President elect Donald J. Trump, whose celebrity endorsements run the gamut from Scott Baio to Kirstie Alley (2 time Emmy winner) to Jon Voight (Oscar and Cable ACE winner) to fashion model Melania Trump, is saying what we're all thinking: that Jennifer Aniston and Justin Timberlake aren't all that.

Oh hell no, Beyonce is a Hillary supporter. Shit's gonna go down.

This, Very Much This


Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Song of the Day: "You Can Feel It"

H/T to Eric

If the yacht's a rockin', don't come knockin'.

Also it's not my yacht.



Song: "You Can Feel It"
Artist: Young Gun Silver Fox

Monday, August 22, 2016

R.I.P. Clark


First, here is the obituary of record, written by his long-suffering devoted mother, Janice.

William Clark Giddens Jr. 6/10/68 to 7/5/16

Clark was born on 6/10/68 at Methodist Hospital in Dallas Tx, and the Lord called him home on 7/5/16. He passed at home peacefully and was surrounded by his loving family. He is survived by his father William Clark Sr. and wife Becky; mother Janice Giddens and husband Robert Mulkey, brothers Brian and wife Cora, Blake and wife Jordyn; sister Rachel; step brothers Robert, Darryl and wife Trina, and Jimmy; nephews Jordan, Christian, Joseph, Mason; niece Lola; step nephews, Darryl, and Cody; step nieces Jazmine, Nesa and Tosha;best friend Rich Jones; and his three dogs Gracie, Willie, and Tyler, who he loved dearly. And many many Aunts, Uncles and cousins and second cousins.

He was preceded in death by his Papa, Memaw, Granny, Granddaddy, Uncle Johnny, Uncle Don, Aunt Sue, Cousins Larry Wayne and Roy Lynn.

Clark lived life to the fullest. He moved to Portland, Oregon in 2007 and fell in love with it. He loved learning and taught himself maintenance, plumbing, and all kinds of carpentry, from laying floors, cabinets, and paneling.

He was a true Gemini.

He had a big kind heart and thought of everybody else before himself, and a quick sarcastic wit that could crack anyone up. He loved to have sarcastic sparring matches with his brothers, sister, nephews and his cousins--Carrie Logan, Ronda Truby, Angelia Malone, and Angelia Sipes--who he loved with all his heart. He was loved by his family and all who knew him and will be greatly missed until the day we reunite with him forever. Clark did not want a traditional service but a celebration of life party which will come at a later date.

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Fuck.

This happened a month and a half ago and I've been dragging my feet on this.

Here’s the text I sent out to the folks who knew Clark through me:
Clark passed away earlier this week while in hospice care at his mom's down in Texas. He'd been diagnosed with skin cancer late last year and it moved really quickly. 
Two decades with HIV, Hep C, chronic pneumonia (bronchiolitis obliterans organizing pneumonia, or BOOP), a series of things we came to learn were heart attacks (they didn't present in the traditional heart attack manner, but the markers were all there when they did blood work: his arteries were weakened by HIV meds), and an intense id; none of that did him in. It was something that wasn't even on the menu a year ago.
He outlived a doctor that told him he had about 2 weeks left back in 2000, and he came back from dying for 13 minutes back in November. So while I say he passed away, I'm going off what his step-dad told me. If he shows up at my place in a couple of days I won't be terribly surprised.
I'm sure Clark would be pissed at me for writing about him like this, but if he read my blog he'd be pissed at a lot of things.

I met Clark back in 1994. We were close when I lived there, fell out of touch when I moved to Portland in 1996 and reconnected in 2005. When he told me the house he’d been renting suddenly sold and he’d be moving in with his mom again… nearly 40 and moving back in with his mom, he lamented. 

“Why not come hang out up here?” I offered. I expected him to get homesick after 2 months..

He got here on a Thursday. That Saturday was a Friends of Trees planting that required volunteers to be at the F.O.T. offices at 8 a.m. This was the day I learned his 2+2 rule. Don’t ask questions and maybe avoid talking to Clark before he’s had 2 cups of coffee and 2 cigarettes. I like people who are clear about guidelines. Makes it easy to work with them.
The best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously, it's only life after all
Clark filled a lot of little roles at my house, and made my life considerably easier in a big way. His primary job was as dog nanny. It’s one of the reasons he had the moniker Mr. French (to my Uncle Bill, the parental proxies from Family Affair). He was sometimes Dolores Claiborne to my Vera Donovan, but mostly Alfred to my fantasy Batman existence.

I’m going to miss him everyday until a day when I realize I haven’t and that’s gonna be the saddest day of all. 

There's a celebration of life for Clark on September 4th hosted by his family in Texas, and one in Portland on September 24th hosted by me. Let me know if you'd like information on either.


Rest in peace dude.

Song of the Day: "Godspeed"

"There will be mountains you won't move"

I remain somewhat indifferent to Frank Ocean. Blame racism, blame internalized homophobia, blame generational discrimination.

Or just chalk it up to not everyone is gonna love the same things.

So racism it is.

He did do a thing that was kind of cool... for a black dude for anyone. Although if you ask me, all these people dropping things sounds really careless.



Song: "Godspeed"
Artist: Frank Ocean

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Song of the Day: "Outside Your Door"



You know how it is when you've lost icons and you decide to stop and smell some roses before those roses die. Or you die. Or we all die (which will happen).

Which is why BGJohn* and I are going to the Canada to see Miss Dolly Parton (of the Dollywood Partons). She is a living fucking legend. Or at least I hope she will still be in a month.

Here's a new song from her 43rd studio album (that's XLIII in Roman numerals).



* Broadway Genius John

Song: "Outside Your Door"
Artist: Dolly Parton

Al Roker vs. White Nonsense