Things & Stuff and Stuff & Things

– Guess who is sick with (what I am assuming is) a sinus infection!  It started last Monday and made last week a bit pesky. The weekend wasn’t much more fun. If it were just the snot, I could deal with it better. It’s the sinus pressure/pain and headache that make things miserable.

– I finished my top-secret cross-stitch project last night. I will finally post some photos of the darn thing when I get it framed, and it’s been handed off to the lucky recipient. I am fairly certain this person doesn’t look at this blog anymore … but you never know!

– I talked the other day about the stages of grief I have been stuck in over Róisín Murphy’s heel turn from queer-friendly singer to evil TERF monster.  Last week, I commented on a Facebook post of hers whining about being canceled. My comment was blunt and expressed hurt. It was not full of the insults I would like to hurl in her direction. Well … she blocked me. [Insert Eyeroll Emoji Here!]

Roisin Murphy Blocked Me On Facebook

– AND … If anyone has $1.3 million to give me so that I can purchase this brutalist beauty that is located in the California desert, please contact me. SWOON!

Brutalist Brutalist

Things & Stuff and Stuff & Things

Jake Break

Jake!

Hello, Jake!

I know it’s been a while since I have reached out to you. I am sorry that I haven’t seen your new movie, Roadhouse, yet. I have seen your “getting in shape for the movie” training video though. Dang! It’s too bad you shaved your chest hair but I guess you can be forgiven for that. And know, if you ever need something to drill other than your forearms, you can always hit the “contact me” link in the menu.

Love, Chas.

Jake Break

Alive, Barely Kicking

I sure do have them winter/pandemic blues. You could probably tell from my lack of posting. But, honestly, what is there to talk about? Life has fallen into a dull routine of cardio, work, eat, stare mindlessly at the TV, sleep, repeat. The weather has been too cold and dreary on Saturdays for any afternoon fire pitting with Shortlegs and Co. (one of my few mental health activities). So, it’s mainly getting takeout on Saturdays that breaks up some of the monotony.

February is ticking along and hopefully the temps with warm up quickly in March. JR and I have been distracting ourselves with plans for various backpacking trips in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Some sound fun. Some sound grueling. Time will tell!

Meanwhile, let the photos below break up the monotony of your day and week.

Alive, Barely Kicking

Beast Mode

THE BEASTMASTER 4K Blu-ray from Vinegar Syndrome
The big excitement recently has been the arrival of Vinegar Syndrome‘s new 4K UHD release of The Beastmaster. I have very vivid memories of seeing this at the local movie theater in 1982 (when I was on the cusp of turning 11 years old). I pretty much knew I was different at this point in my life and that men grabbed my attention more women. It was a weird, scary, and thrilling feeling. The Beastmaster just helped reaffirm all this. Marc Singer running around in a leather hula skirt that barely covered anything was an amazing site for these young eyes.

It’s weird to think now that my parents probably thought I was excited to see Tanya Roberts topless in this movie. Nope. I was all about Marc Singer. I mean, c’mon … look at him!

Marc Singer

The Beastmaster is one of three films from my childhood that I feel helped solidify my gayness. The other two are Flash Gordon and Gwendoline. Maybe it’s of note that all three are from the fantasy/sci-fi genre … and maybe it’s not.

Beast Mode