Once More Into The Bleach

Anyone who knows me knows of my well documented obsession with Debbie Harry and Blondie.  I've seen them in concert a million times, know every word to every song by heart (thanks to a slightly OCD need to listen to their greatest hits EVERY morning at the gym on my iPod), and have met Debbie and Chris Stein many times, including once in '92 at a pro choice rally in Washington, DC when Debbie was fat and I had hair.

So when she pulled up tonight in her Mustang GT with Jersey plates I was awestruck once again, because she looks great for 70 and has zero fucks to give!

The Wizard of Oz

Remember the golden age of television, when Christopher Meloni was having non-stop butt sex in the prison showers on Oz?  His peen showed up in so many episodes it deserved to be in the opening credits, and his ass should have its own star on the Hollywood walk of fame!  Misty water colored memories!  Sadly, he was fully clothed leaving Morning Joe yesterday morning after promoting some shit called The Diary of a Teenage Girl and ignoring my request to recreate those shower scenes.

Iced Tea on a Hot Summer Day

It was 90 degrees with 1000% humidity today in NYC, and I'm walking around with my shirt sticking to my back and sweat trickling down my ass crack like I'm on safari, living on the sun or in one of those rainforests that Sting is always trying to save, and all I want is a tall glass of iced tea with a slice of lemon.  I'm talking old school iced tea, from a glass jar and some tea bags left out in the sun like my dad used to make in the backyard when I was a kid.  My dad was organic before organic was cool. 


Speaking of organic and dads, CoCo Austin, the demure embodiment of organic gorgeousness, is pregnant, which means Ice-T is going to be a dad.  (see how we did this?)  I can't wait to see what pregnancy does to CoCo's body, since she's already four dimensional and looks like a cross between a sex doll and a Thanksgiving parade balloon.