Tim, Robert & Dallas
Friday, March 31, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
2001 MANIACS DVD Release Party - yay!!
Jack showing Auntie Lin how he can swallow his own hand... 
Jack's already workin the ladies... Check out Gina!
Jack auditioning for Tim's next movie... with the already famous hand-stuffing trick. 
Diamond Dallas Page, David, Jack & Robert Englund having fun (this is Robert saying "look at those eyes!!!") 
The always-fabulous Giusseppe and myself (equally fabulous).Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Adam & Steve premiere - the good stuff
Ok, so I gave you pictures, but no dish!! And oh my, what dish. Ok, no real dirt to sling, just sightings a go-go. I have to tell you I was quite excited about the "Adam & Steve" premiere not just because I haven't been to a premiere in a while... and not just because I'd "get" to do the red carpet (why is "get" in quotes, you ask? more on that debacle later)... and not just because there would be oodles of famous folks for me to tell you about... No, I was excited because I just don't get to spend enough time with my gay boys these days. Hotlanta, I miss ya!!! WeHo just isn't the same. Yes, the boys are just as fabulous, but it sure is hard for a girl to break in here, especially one who isn't so much a fag hag. Yup, you know me - gay man trapped in a woman's body. Sad, but so true.
So anyway, let's start from the beginning, shall we? Ok, so we get there fashionably early (read=uncomfortably early), so 1) nobody of any real import (read=celebs) is there yet, and 2) the red carpet stands empty. There is much dissent in our ranks as to what should be done at this point. Should we wait until somebody else does the carpet first, so the photogs can get a few shots off and they're warmed up? Or should we go right now so we get there before some real celebrity shows up and the photogs ever-so-(not at all)nicely shove us aside? This was not our arena. These are not horror folks, and, therefore, need to be told we're mildly important. The argument all for us not getting shoved aside wins, and we approach the not-at-all (read=very) intimidating red carpet... and have to actually tell the photog-wranglers who we actually are before we're "allowed" to run the gauntlet. Sufficiently assured that we're at least sub-sub-d-list celebs, we gain entrance to the magical red carpet to nowhere. Yup, the crimson path in question was actually a swath in the courtyard of the Arclight that led... to the other side of the courtyard. Not so much the door or anything exciting like that. Ahem. So anyway, it begins. Rather, we watch Christa get sucked into the flashing bulbs like so much kindling. Oh she's called here and there... "Christa, over here" "Right here, Christa" and my favorite: "Christy, look here!" You know she dug that one. Not. So anyway, here we are, right behind her. And for the -and I'm so not kidding here - entire first half of our hellish journey through paparazzi-dom, NOT A FLASH. Not a one. No pictures. Just a lot of photogs adjusting little thingys on their cameras. Or actually looking around for somebody they might get paid to take a picture of. Which, obviously, does not include me. Eventually, Christa, as she is wont to do in these situations, pulls us over and actually makes them acknowledge us. Yay. One for the team. And not at all humiliating, those pity pics. I bet they were just flashing their bulbs, not actually taking pictures. You know, like you flash for a kitten or small child to placate them. Yup.
Ok, humiliation over, we make our way into the theatre, where we get our parking tickets validated (just like normal people!!) right alongside John C. Reilly, who has opted not to enjoy a little hot red carpet action this evening. In line for the Arclight's famous caramel corn and a little chicken pesto sausage (it's LA, folks, and the greatest cinema in the land... did you expect pump-cheese nachos? The only bottled water they have is Evian, for Chrissakes!!) - I had the pleasure of meeting a friend of Tim's, Joel Michaely, who was in one of my all-time favorite movies, "But I'm A Cheerleader." Again, if you haven't seen that movie, you need to go NOW.... it's ok, I'll wait. Seriously, no end to the gems in that little movie. Ahhhh fun with RuPaul. So I turn around and behind me is Tate Donovan and the ever-fabulous Bruce Vilanch (obviously getting some lofat treats so's not to upset the land of "Celebrity Fit Club") - not together, but it was a bit much to take in all of a sudden, with a boxful of tasty gourmet treats. Don't you worry about me, tho, I held it down. Inside the theatre, we saw the entire cast, including Parker Posey, Malcolm Gets, Chris Kattan, writer/director/star Craig Chester and Sally Kirkland (all of whom I saw later up close and personal-like at the after-party at Basque). Also roaming around: Tania Raymonde (Malcolm in the Middle), Bobby Lee (MadTV), Sarah Silverman ("The Aristocrats"), and any number of other very fabulous folks I couldn't place fast enough to write down. Yup, I keep a list at events like this -- how else do you think I remember this stuff for you later? Oh yes, I'm always thinking about you. How do you feel about that? When's the last time you thought about me? Huh? You don't remember, do you? Uh huh, that's what I thought. No, don't try and make it better. I just need to be alone for a while and think about things.
So anyway, I had a hell of a good time. The after party was pretty good, too, but I'm thinking that's because I was out in public and not at home dripping with baby spit-up. Yup, watching Justin Kirk ("Angels in America") chat up Parker Posey beats repeatedly changing my stinky shirt any day. But I love that little drippy child of mine, so I suppose it's a small price to pay.
And there you have it. Lots more coming up in the next couple of weeks, including more chances to be humiliated on the red carpet!! Yay!!
Ahhhhhhhh Hollyweird. How I loves ya.
Namaste...
So anyway, let's start from the beginning, shall we? Ok, so we get there fashionably early (read=uncomfortably early), so 1) nobody of any real import (read=celebs) is there yet, and 2) the red carpet stands empty. There is much dissent in our ranks as to what should be done at this point. Should we wait until somebody else does the carpet first, so the photogs can get a few shots off and they're warmed up? Or should we go right now so we get there before some real celebrity shows up and the photogs ever-so-(not at all)nicely shove us aside? This was not our arena. These are not horror folks, and, therefore, need to be told we're mildly important. The argument all for us not getting shoved aside wins, and we approach the not-at-all (read=very) intimidating red carpet... and have to actually tell the photog-wranglers who we actually are before we're "allowed" to run the gauntlet. Sufficiently assured that we're at least sub-sub-d-list celebs, we gain entrance to the magical red carpet to nowhere. Yup, the crimson path in question was actually a swath in the courtyard of the Arclight that led... to the other side of the courtyard. Not so much the door or anything exciting like that. Ahem. So anyway, it begins. Rather, we watch Christa get sucked into the flashing bulbs like so much kindling. Oh she's called here and there... "Christa, over here" "Right here, Christa" and my favorite: "Christy, look here!" You know she dug that one. Not. So anyway, here we are, right behind her. And for the -and I'm so not kidding here - entire first half of our hellish journey through paparazzi-dom, NOT A FLASH. Not a one. No pictures. Just a lot of photogs adjusting little thingys on their cameras. Or actually looking around for somebody they might get paid to take a picture of. Which, obviously, does not include me. Eventually, Christa, as she is wont to do in these situations, pulls us over and actually makes them acknowledge us. Yay. One for the team. And not at all humiliating, those pity pics. I bet they were just flashing their bulbs, not actually taking pictures. You know, like you flash for a kitten or small child to placate them. Yup.
Ok, humiliation over, we make our way into the theatre, where we get our parking tickets validated (just like normal people!!) right alongside John C. Reilly, who has opted not to enjoy a little hot red carpet action this evening. In line for the Arclight's famous caramel corn and a little chicken pesto sausage (it's LA, folks, and the greatest cinema in the land... did you expect pump-cheese nachos? The only bottled water they have is Evian, for Chrissakes!!) - I had the pleasure of meeting a friend of Tim's, Joel Michaely, who was in one of my all-time favorite movies, "But I'm A Cheerleader." Again, if you haven't seen that movie, you need to go NOW.... it's ok, I'll wait. Seriously, no end to the gems in that little movie. Ahhhh fun with RuPaul. So I turn around and behind me is Tate Donovan and the ever-fabulous Bruce Vilanch (obviously getting some lofat treats so's not to upset the land of "Celebrity Fit Club") - not together, but it was a bit much to take in all of a sudden, with a boxful of tasty gourmet treats. Don't you worry about me, tho, I held it down. Inside the theatre, we saw the entire cast, including Parker Posey, Malcolm Gets, Chris Kattan, writer/director/star Craig Chester and Sally Kirkland (all of whom I saw later up close and personal-like at the after-party at Basque). Also roaming around: Tania Raymonde (Malcolm in the Middle), Bobby Lee (MadTV), Sarah Silverman ("The Aristocrats"), and any number of other very fabulous folks I couldn't place fast enough to write down. Yup, I keep a list at events like this -- how else do you think I remember this stuff for you later? Oh yes, I'm always thinking about you. How do you feel about that? When's the last time you thought about me? Huh? You don't remember, do you? Uh huh, that's what I thought. No, don't try and make it better. I just need to be alone for a while and think about things.
So anyway, I had a hell of a good time. The after party was pretty good, too, but I'm thinking that's because I was out in public and not at home dripping with baby spit-up. Yup, watching Justin Kirk ("Angels in America") chat up Parker Posey beats repeatedly changing my stinky shirt any day. But I love that little drippy child of mine, so I suppose it's a small price to pay.
And there you have it. Lots more coming up in the next couple of weeks, including more chances to be humiliated on the red carpet!! Yay!!
Ahhhhhhhh Hollyweird. How I loves ya.
Namaste...
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
Adam & Steve premiere at the Arclight
Yaaaay for gay Hollywood!! I got the best invite this week - I went (once again with Tim & Christa & Adam) to the premiere of Funny Boy Films' "Adam & Steve." Ok now, when this little ditty comes to a theatre near you... RUN - don't walk - get yer ass in there! If only for the first 15 minutes, which are friggin priceless... but the rest is damn awesome, too. Yay.
If you haven't seen "But I'm A Cheerleader," you're missing a vital piece of your life, my friend. This here is Joel Michaely, and he's awesome. I think I qvelled all over his shoes. Yay.
Me with some fabulous WeHo boys... dammit, I can't remember their names. They're gonna kick my ass. With Prada shoes, I'm certain.
Oh yaaaaaayyyy.... remember this face, cuz he's gonna blooow up!! This, my darlings, is Craig Chester, writer/director/star of "Adam & Steve." And for that reason, he's my new best friend. He doesn't know that yet.
Slither screening at Mann's Chinese
I was lucky enough to get invited to see an advance screening of "Slither" - an awesomely campy horror flick you should run right out and see... next week when it comes out. Afterward was a q&a with director James Gunn and star Michael Rooker... and you know I got my happy ass right up there for pics... like the blogger whore I am. Oh yes, people, I suffer so you can be entertained. I'm your dancing monkey. It's torture, dammit. Witness my pain:
Me with the incredible Michael Rooker -- you can't tell, but I was having serious "Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer" flashbacks. I figured if I kept smiling, he couldn't hurt me... 
Me with writer/director James Gunn... yaaaaayyy!!! Rumor has it I'll get to interview him for Shock-n-Roll....still partying...
No sir, we haven't been drinking at all. And if you believe that one...
Matt & I...
Matt, Jay and some crazy girl with a camera. 
Magda's boobs.
Wow... somebody really should have taken the camera away from me long before this. Actually, it's the pictures I'm not posting that truly illustrate this point. I shall retain a modicum of my dignity. Just a tad. A teeeeeeensy bit.
More partyin...
Me with Brian's rockin and very pregnant) wife Jacy! 
Christa & I unleashing our inner inebriated demons. Except mine is not so scary.
Me with Jacy's rockin (and soon-to-be a daddy) Brian.
Dallas & I hammin it up. 
Oooooh yeah, baby... it's Randee of the Redwoods!! Or Jim Turner from "Arli$$" if you're not cool enough to remember MTV when it was actually good...
A Maniac-al Party
Since our little movie is FINALLY coming out, we FINALLY had a party!!! Miss Lin was kind enough to open her home to a bunch of crazy folk... and boy were we crazy!
Director/writer/producer James Wan (Saw, Saw II) rockin some awesome hair, much like myself.
Me attempting to out-sexbomb Christa. And losing terribly.
Ooooooh yeah, RobG and Spooky Dan rockin the kitchen!!! 
My new bust-my-ass trainer... also known as Diamond Dallas Page, with his lovely girlfriend Angella - both really awesome folks!! I'm totally afraid of my new workout regimen, tho... you may not hear from me for a while. 
The lovely hostess with most definitely the mostess... Fangoria 2005... in stamp form
More pics I pulled off WireImage.com from the Fangoria con in LA last June that can easily be used for postage. Or AIM icons. Probably not much else. Fun.
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