12.21.2009

Deadly enough to threaten world peace

So, my parents should have had some idea that I was a homo when I was more excited about Joanna Cassidy and Sheryl Lee Ralph in Codename: Foxfire, than I was about Mr. T in the A-Team.

Regardless, this series lasted 3 episodes and changed my life forever.


12.18.2009

Tom turkey ran away

I can't help it.
It's that time of year.
(Also, word on the street is that Sean Hayes and Kristin Chenoweth will be doing a revival of this musical in the spring.)

12.15.2009

The moments we 2 can share

12.14.2009

Olympic-sized crush

Did anyone catch the U.S. Men's Bobsled team on The Colbert Report last Thursday?
They were all kinda hunky.
Check it:




And I would have embeded the Colbert clip, but, of course, Hulu is crazy about that shit. So here's a link.

12.07.2009

Curl up and dye

I love the nail salons and barber shops in my neighborhood. Fifteen total between my house and Market Street.












12.02.2009

Mornings like this

The marine layer sits on the city allowing you to hold onto last night's dreams for a bit longer. Pink sunlight bathes the mammoth mountains to the west, but the air is complacently cold. Sweaters are required. You have to warm the car up, but that's ok, because the extra time just means more Ulrich Schnauss.

11.25.2009

Rubbed the right way

I'm sure you're thinking that Phil and I do nothing but lounge about eating amazing food and finding ways to relax. Well, that's pretty much the case.
After yet another perfect dinner at Machiavelli's on Capitol Hill, we tried out Imperial Foot Massage (which may actually be Sunset Foot Massage) in the International District.
I had heard rumors about Imperial Foot Massage for quite some time, but finally, on a whim, decided to make Phil take me there after I took him out for dinner. (Did I mention that I had the tortellini formaggio? It was delightsome.)
Imperial Foot Massage is in a building with Hong Kong Restaurant and LA Cafe. It is a strange, yet fitting environ. $15 is all it costs for a half hour foot rub. Tax is included. The room has a large flat screen on one wall, set to the international station (natch). An array of recliners with ottomans face the tv. They sit you in a chair, bring out a tub of hot water, put your feet in the tub, and lay the chair back. Then you just close your eyes and enjoy the rub.
They are open until 11:30, and really, when you can't think of a better way to spend a Saturday night, why shouldn't you treat yourself to an insanely cheap foot rub?