MsGuy

Ewwww...

You're so right, Mr. RA1. Care to join me for a julep? The veranda's so pleasant, this time of day.

I saw this a couple of days ago and immediately called a physician friend of mine. Asshole claims a therapeutic prescription for a working boy ain't gonna happen. Fucking homophobe.

AS, if memory serves, those two were (a) long term friends and (b) had been preconditioned to act collectively through their military training and (c) should burn a candle to St. Cristofer that that Ali Akbar wannabe had no clue how to clear his jammed weapon. I think their civilian buddy did join in after they got young Ali on the floor. Not exactly a crowd of random strangers attacking in unison. RA1, (a) we don't really have a lot of information about what actually happened but (b) apparently a small group of passengers acted in desperation after they learned over their cell phones the hijackers were flying airliners into buildings and (c) things did not end well for them. Not hardly an example of "100% participation" in either instance. That said there's a lot to be proud of in both cases. Todd Beamer in particular probably saved hundreds, maybe thousands, of lives by his actions.

And with a sprinkle or two of pixie dust, we would have no need of airliners in the first place. RA1, I doubt random collections of strangers have ever been much inclined to spontaneously self organize and assault armed baddies . No where, no time. It's just not the way our species is constituted.

Oddly enough, the Mexican cabinet looks pretty much European too, though they define themselves against 'Indios' rather than Africans. A undocumented friend of mine from Puebla self identified as European though I seriously doubt that a single conquistador could be found among his ancestors. For him it was a social/cultural/political status question.

Aw shucks, RA1

Well...there will all those nieces and nephews squabbling over the furniture and his gun collection. Surely at least one of them will shed a tear. And a few select escorts of course. And, should RA1 elect to shuffle off his mortal coil in mid flight, a plane load of passengers would no doubt regret his passing for a minute or two. Oh, and then there's AdamSmith. Those two seem to have hit it off over the years.

LOL, just google (image) Colton Haynes, Erostotle. I can't remember what extra tags I added but it was probably something fairly simple like "naked". I do recall clicking thru on one of the images and there it was: a reference to XY. Pay dirt! You might want to try that for yourself. I had trouble selecting which images to post.

Oz, I was actually a little irritated at first. I remember thinking, "Finally a network sucks it up and puts an out gay guy on as host of a talk show and the best gay they could find was this clownish, hyper active British guy who is always hanging all over any half good looking male guest."

Isn't him early on in XY Magazine #47, March, 2006? & & (cover) If so, not as deep in the closet as all that.

OK, so this guy sets off every gaydar alarm I've got but he's natters on occasion about his wife (& not just here, on his late night talk show too). So is it just me and I need to send the ole gaydar in for repairs? Or maybe the wife's a beard? Is it just the Brit accent that's throwing me? Do straight Brits act like this? Some straight Brits? Well, this one straight Brit? Maybe he's just in deep, deep denial? Maybe he just hasn't quite figured out why he pops a boner at every cute guest actor on his show? Help me, folks. Can the wise heads here reach a consensus verdict on this pressing question? I wouldn't bother you guys but this has been worrying what few brain cells I've got left for a year or more.

I don't like change. Change is bad. Everybody pays lip service to the Law of Unintended Consequences and everybody thinks it doesn't apply to them. Except me {because I know CHANGE IS BAD}.

Hold on there, RA1. Some of us would miss you if you let go.

It wasn't as bad as all that, AS. My folks are from the prairie section of Mississippi, not the hollows of North Carolina. That said... In the little hamlet my family comes from, I'm related one way or another to nearly all the old time residents. On top of that my grandfather and his 1st cousin, Gordon. married two 1st cousins. The four of them lived next door to each other most of their adult lives, I was around 12 or 14 before I found out my "Uncle" Gordon was not my grandfather's brother. I remember being really surprised when Mom told me the family history.

I was wondering if anybody would catch that. It's a grandson giving a gift to his beloved Paw Paw. Still, the image is kind of sweet and nicely expresses the theme of this thread, so get your head out of the gutter, RA1, and enjoy the moment.

+1

Whoa there, RA1. Whatever happened to your trade mark slogan?

Hold on there, Sucky...the kid's been following me around for months. It's like he can't get enough of me.

+1 But gerontophilia sounds so clinical. Maybe Sucky can tell us the word the cool kids use.

For this you searched for ages??? PlotThe film begins by recapping the events of the previous film, following Dr. Anton Phibes' murderous quest for vengeance against the doctors he blamed for the death of his wife, Victoria. Phibes eluded capture by placing himself in suspended animation in a sarcophagus he shares with the body of his wife, where he would lay in darkness until the moon had entered into proper alignment with the planets, which had not occurred in over two thousand years. Three years later, the conjunction occurs, and Phibes rises from his sarcophagus. Summoning his silent assistant Vulnavia (Valli Kemp, replacing Virginia North), Phibes prepares to take Victoria to Egypt; there, in a hidden tomb, flows the River of Life, promising resurrection for Victoria and eternal life for the two of them. Rising from his basement, Phibes is shocked to discover that his house has been demolished, and a safe containing a papyrus scroll, showing the way to the River of Life, is now empty. Phibes knows of only one person who could be seeking the same goal: Darius Biederbeck (Robert Quarry), a man who has lived for centuries through the use of a special elixir. After translating the papyrus, Biederbeck prepares to travel to Egypt to find the River of Life for himself and his lover Diana (Fiona Lewis). Phibes and Vulnavia enter Biederbeck's house, kill his manservant and reclaim the papyrus, then they leave for Southampton to sail to Egypt. Biederbeck travels with Diana and his assistant Ambrose (Hugh Griffith) on the same boat; Ambrose is killed by Phibes when he finds Victoria's body in the hold, and his body is stuffed in a giant bottle and thrown overboard. Inspector Trout (Peter Jeffrey) discovers Ambrose's body when the bottle washes ashore near Southampton. He and Superintendent Waverley (John Cater) question the shipping agent for the boat; upon hearing the descriptions of the tall woman (Vulnavia) and a clockwork band being brought aboard, they realize that Phibes has returned. Trout and Waverley pursue him. They catch up to Biederbeck's archaeological party near the mountain location of the hidden temple. Phibes, having set up residence inside the temple, hides Victoria's body in the hidden compartment of an empty sarcophagus. He also finds the silver key that opens the gates to the river. Phibes kills each of Biederbeck's men using methods inspired by Egyptian mythology: one man is killed by a hawk, another is stung to death by live scorpions. Biederbeck's team eventually breaks into the temple and takes the sarcophagus, and Biederbeck discovers the key. Phibes uses a giant fan to simulate a wind storm, while Vulnavia enters the tent with the sarcophagus and crushes the man watching over it in a giant screw press. Though the sarcophagus is retaken and Victoria's body is safe, Phibes discovers the key is gone. Biederbeck is unmoved by the murders of his men, and insists on finding the River of Life. He sends Diana with the last remaining team member, Hackett (Gerald Sim), back to England. Hackett leaves his truck to investigate a battalion of British troops, but finds they are really more of Phibes' clockwork men. When he returns to the truck, Diana is gone. As he restarts the engine, Hackett is sand-blasted to death and his truck crashes into Biederbeck's tent. Realizing Phibes must have taken Diana, Biederbeck confronts Phibes. Phibes demands the key in exchange for Diana's life. Unable to break Diana free of Phibes' trap, Biederbeck surrenders the key. Phibes spares Diana's life. He unlocks the gates to the river, takes Victoria's coffin through, and locks the gates behind him. Biederbeck begs Phibes to take him along as he begins to age rapidly. Phibes ignores his pleas and sings "Over the Rainbow" as he fades from sight.

At first I think, "Well, how could anybody actually pay good money for this nonsense?" but then I think of daily horoscopes and somebody must read them or why else would they put them in the paper and what about all those folks who drive truck loads of explosives into buildings filled with total strangers ? Not to mention the guys who go 1/2 way around the world just to crowd into a concrete block building & get themselves blown up. And then I think of all the dumb ass things I've done myself over the years and, what the hell, colonics don't seem so stupid after all.

And Homer Simpson takes it on himself to spruce up Mr. Smithers love life. What could possibly go wrong? If you're interested in cartoon sex, check it out this Sunday, April 3.

Wonderful pair of posts, Planetime. Well written. I truly enjoyed them. And your sleeping friend was uber cute.