ham and cheese on wry

March 27, 2007

i'm a reputable source, bitches

It's a proud day here at Ham & Cheese on Wry. This blog has made its way onto Wikipedia! Do I have my own entry? Well, no. Am I listed in the pantheon of great foul-mouthed lesbian bloggers? Again, no.

But I believe I have achieved an honor even greater than both of those combined... My blog has been cited in the John Tesh entry! Even better? It's under the "Criticism" heading! Even better than that? My link precedes the Rolling Stone and The New York Times citations. I'm second only to CNN.

As I damn well should be.

See, long before I began fixating on The Hoff, I amused myself by dropping the old shit hammer on the tow-headed maestro of new age cheese in a little exercise I like to call The Tesh Experiment. Sadly, it looks like the impetus for this experiment -- The Tesh Cam -- is now defunct but thanks to Wikipedia and the hard work of one Ms. Harriet McNamara, The Tesh Cam will live in infamy.

Further Reading:
:: The Tesh Experiment
:: The Tesh Experiment: An Update
:: The New-Age Cheese Diet

I knew it was only a matter of time before my blog was deemed educational!

God help us.

Update: I'm not so reputable after all! Someone disputed my citation as well as the rest. The entire "Criticism" heading has been removed. Oooh, controversy! That's hot.

Thanks for the heads up, Rob.

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February 06, 2007

fashionistas

Joss StoneOkay, so in answer to your burning question about how the hell the likes of me was out hobnobbing with the legendary Debbie Harry, the answer is duh, I'm simply fabulous and it's high time the rich and famous started noticing. Obviously!

Actually, because of the awesomeness of the Ursine Calamity, I got my grubby mitts on a pass to the Marc Jacobs fashion show last night along with The Lovely Jess and AZ.

Jess was kind enough to recap our amazing evening over on American Midol, complete with pictures I took of lots of cool celebrities. Look how close I was to Magenta, er, I mean, Joss Stone!

My recap is coming later. In the meantime, read all about it here.

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January 08, 2007

ourchart.com

OurChart.comAttention lesbians! The Chart is finally here... well, almost. Let me back up... If you've been following The L Word (and I know you have), then you already know all about The Chart, Alice Pieszecki's hand-drawn web of women who have banged each other silly. It's sort of like Six Degrees of Sapphic Separation mapped out on a dry-erase board.

Anyhoo, some of the producers and stars of The L Word got together and launched an online equivalent called OurChart.com. It's one of them there social networking sites for the lesbian, bisexual and transgendered community. Think MySpace or Facebook, but with less pedophiles and unknown, crappy bands trying to befriend you.

Jennifer BealsThe actual chart is not yet live but the rest of the site has officially launched, complete with articles, blog posts and lots of other good stuff. I'm particularly thrilled with the inclusion of behind-the-scenes photos taken by Jennifer Beals.

I adore Jennifer Beals. She can break my heart into a million pieces with just one facial expression: The wounded look. I believe she holds the patent on it. No one can portray hurt quite like Jennifer Beals. She furrows her brow and opens her mouth ever so slightly and God, it just levels me. I am beyond smitten with her.

But I digress... Beals is actually an accomplished photographer. Have you seen The Anniversary Party? Jennifer's photos appear in that film, as a matter of fact. She's got an amazing eye.

Okay, enough mooning over Jennifer... Once The Chart launches, I'll let you know so you can join my network. I'm pretty sure the rules are somewhat different than the show in that we don't actually need to know each other in the Biblical sense in order to be connected. However, if you're a real stickler for details, we could work something out....

Photo: TV Guide

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December 31, 2006

looking back

Happy New Year... almost! I'm going to close out 2006 the same way I did last year with a month-by-month recap of posts.

Suffer.

JANUARY

Re: The Muppets
Here began what turned out to be a 13-part series. It chronicles first love and my process of coming out. Independently, those can both be brutal experiences. When you combine the two, it's completely overwhelming. I almost didn't survive it but hot damn, I made it through. Go me.

I haven't really gone back and read this all the way through after posting it. Occasionally, I'll catch a glimpse of paragraph or passage and honestly, I don't even remember writing it. It just sort of flowed out in a way that I can't explain.

I was scared to poke around in old memories and really hesitant to bare my soul like that to the world but something inside just told me to go for it. And I'm so glad I did. I feel like I finally put that part of my life to rest.

An added bonus to sharing my story was the response I got from people all over the world -- gay, straight, confused, male, female, transgendered, Christian, Jewish, Muslim and everyone in between. Some were too shy to comment and instead, sent highly personal emails to me sharing bits of their own lives and thanking me for sharing mine. It struck a chord I never could have anticipated and inspired a few people to write their own stories. I can't even properly articulate how much that means to me.

Thanks again to everyone who read the story and cheered me on as I labored through the tough parts.

Okay, enough mush. Next!

FEBRUARY

Cottonmouth Au Jus
Here is yet another of the many gems uttered by my beloved niece.

An Open Letter to the Building Facilities Person(s) in Charge of Ordering Paper Goods for the Bathroom at My Job
The custodial staff at my office building feels the business end of a complaint letter composed by yours truly.

Judge Not
Who knew Peter Cetera could set off such a firestorm of controversy?! (Psst! Read the comments on that post.)

MARCH

Erin-Go-A-Cup Bragh
A retelling of the acquisition of my first bra and an unfortunate nickname.

Courtney & Tina: A Theory
Were Kurt's widow and Jennifer Keaton one and the same?

APRIL

The Terrible Twos
My blog became toddler this past year. In case you're wondering, the whole potty training thing is still a work in progress. Don't rush me!

A Not-So-Good Friday
Another tale of Catholic hi jinx.

MAY

An Announcement
Fans of off-key oversinging everywhere rejoiced at the birth of American Midol, the smart-assed brainchild of Mejack, The Lovely Jess and myself. The new season starts soon so stay tuned for more shameless plugs!

In the Criminal Justice System
A footnote (pun totally intended) to the tale of my tortured tootsies.

On Why the Newspaper Guy Must Think I'm a Complete Asshole
This one got a Gawker link, bitches!

JUNE

What's Grosser Than Gross?
Ham & Cheese on Wry goes interactive! Here are the results of a poll on the most disgusting television commercials currently on the air. Caution: the term "nail bed" is used.

Duh, Baryshnikov
Mejack and I discuss plot holes in the Soviet-era film White Nights. You know, typical conversation...

My Way Gay Tale of Even Gayer Gayness
Here's the piece I read at my first-ever public appearance as Curly McDimple. Not only did my story garner a few laughs, I also didn't shit my pants. Success!

JULY

They Feel the Need, The Need for Speed[os]
Photos of Brighton Beach's finest on parade.

He Will 'Rize' Again
The Lovely Jess and I make suggestions to improve the Catholic Mass. Oddly enough, the Church didn't heed our advice. Fools.

Oh man, I'm going to have to say a good Act of Contrition for that.

AUGUST

Rule Of Thumb... And Pinky, Middle, Index & Ring
The results of a manicure given by my six-year-old niece.

Are You There God? It's Me, Curly
An appeal to a higher authority for my menstrual cycle to fuck off.

SEPTEMBER

Rod 'The Bod' and God Side-by-Side on the R Train
Screw The Naked Cowboy. This woman has the hottest act in all of NYC.

My 'Porchret'
The niece takes up portrait drawing as a hobby. Behold the birth of an artiste!

OCTOBER

Toreador, Don't Spit on the Floor
I got all fancy and went to my first opera with The Hot Russian. And it totally didn't suck and stuff.

On Altruism and Inadvertent Anti-Piracy Measures
Another Gawker link! They just love to showcase when I make an ass out of myself.

NOVEMBER

Our Version of Rate-a-Record
The Lovely Jess and I go toe-to-toe on the appeal of Faith No More and the Dave Matthews Band. Caution: The term "mushy peas" is mentioned.

DECEMBER

Acting? Thank You!
Save your pennies for some Broadway tickets and set your TiVos to record the next Tony Awards. 2006 is the year I became an actor!

They Do Know... They Just Don't Care
Band Aid was a noble effort. Really it was but dear God, those lyrics! Here I take Sir Bob down a notch... or twelve.

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December 13, 2006

bummer

Peter Boyle died. This makes me sad. I can think of no better tribute to the man than the following short and sweet one:

"PUDDINGONDARAAAAAAAAAAAAAARW!"

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December 05, 2006

one last helping of leftovers

Oops, I forgot to include this in my Thanksgiving recap...
My Mom: Wow, that's some name Heidi Klum gave her baby.

Yours Truly: I know. It's a mouthful. Maybe it's traditional or something because her husband is from--

My Mom: Seal.

Yours Truly: Huh?

My Mom: Her husband's name is Seal.

Yours Truly: Right... Really? You know who Seal is?

My Mom: I'm not as out of it as you think I am, you know!

Yours Truly: Fair enough.

My Mom: Now what do you think of that Michael Richards character? And can you believe the state of that Britney Spears? Did you see the outfit she was parading around in with that other twit, Paris Hilton?
You know, some people take to rocking chairs and macrame in their retirement. My mother, on the other hand, opts instead for some Rush & Malloy. Hot.

I can't wait to see which celebrities she mercilessly skewers next. If Thanksgiving dinner was any indication, she'll be serving up bitch slaps along with the Christmas ham. I'll keep you posted.

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November 20, 2006

do not taunt super [fantastic activity fun book]

The Hoff Super Fantastic Activity Fun BookOnce again, I've been tasked with sharing some of my Hoff-related wealth with the masses.

Actually, if I'm being honest, this post is more of a preemptive strke against the flurry of emails that would no doubt await me if I didn't advertise the latest addition to to my ever-growing craptastic collection. It's a blessing and curse, really, to be considered a Hasselhoff outpost...

Anyhoo! Behold The Hoff Super Fantastic Activity Fun Book!
(PDF format; Adobe Reader required, yadda, yadda, yadda)

Credit/Blame: Dearest Meg

Got Hoff?
:: Season's Greetings from Curly and The Hoff
:: Irish Cheddar... and a Little Something for the Germans
:: May the Hoff Rise up to Meet You
:: Soap from a Dope
:: Wax On, Wax Hoff
:: A Wee Bit o' Schmaltz

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July 17, 2006

i don't see dead people

So, um, Mickey Spillane just died. I'm going to go ahead and add him to the growing pile of recently-deceased people I thought were already dead. Joining Spillane on this list are Red Buttons, Shelley Winters, Nipsey Russell, Lou Rawls and Al "Grandpa Munster" Lewis. I totally gasped at the news of each and every one of their demises, partly out of sadness but mostly because I thought they had already bought it. But they were still alive and kicking all that time. Who knew?

I have GOT to start reading the obit page a bit more closely. No chance of me ever winning The Dead Pool, now is there?

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July 03, 2006

vehicular manslaughter

My friend, The Hot Russian, emailed me this little gem which she found on Perez Hilton.com today.

I didn't get a chance to post about The Hoff's latest eyesore as I was on my way out to see The Devil Wears Prada (TOTAL eye candy, by the way! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED IT!). I came home ready to write something cutting and snarky and lo and behold, Sheila already has it covered. Sweet! She and I have a long and storied history covering The Hoff, you see.

Sheila, I echo your sentiments in that The Hoff was badgering those young women to get in his car in a most creepy fashion. If I may, I'd like to take my outrage a step further. After all that pleading and disturbing hip thrusting, the motherfucker had the audacity to eject that chick because of the distance to her home?!?! Are you joking me? That's more incredible than banging one's head on a chandelier whilst shaving.

What a dick! Certainly all that money he made from Baywatch ensures that The Hoff shouldn't feel the gas pinch. Cheap prick that he is. It's official: The Hoff is a jiz bag.

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June 30, 2006

the phantom of the hoff-era

The Hoff has been rushed to the hospital! At first I thought maybe his creepy daughter attacked him or a disgruntled Sharpei nipped him in the balls, but then I read CNN's report further:
The 53-year-old actor... was shaving at a gym in the Sanderson Hotel on Thursday when he hit his head on a chandelier, showering his arm with broken glass...
WTF? Who has a run-in with a chandelier while shaving? Where was he shaving?! On the top rung of a ladder? WTF, The Hoff?

Here's my theory: The Hoff sang "The Music of the Night" to some chippy he's had his eye on. She rebuffed his advances (aka plugged her ears) and took up with a chap named, oh I don't know... Raoul. Upon seeing this, The Hoff flew into a jealous rage and tried to lower the chandelier on Raoul's head. Instead, he bonked his own noggin on it, sending shards of glass raining down upon himself.

Serves you right, The Hoff.

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June 08, 2006

soap from a dope

My sickness concerning The Hoff was of my own making. I initially sought out images and links to revolt and disgust myself and of course, you, my readership. But now the sickness sustains itself. Word has spread that I am THE point person for all things Hasselhoff. As a result, my in-box is often flooded with The Hoff's latest garish doings... and I couldn't be prouder.

Today's eyesore comes courtesy of Laura. Thanks for sending, my dear!

The Hoff Soap Dispenser

I'm at a loss for a truly good caption for this photo. I will say that hand-washing will probably reach an all-time low if this soap dispenser catches on. Not sure I really want to lather up with Michael Knight's spunk, you know? Anyhoo, feel free to write your own captions in the comments.

Want some mo' Hoff?
:: Boobwatch, Indeed
:: Irish Cheddar... and a Little Something for the Germans
:: The Hoff Super Fantastic Activity Fun Book
:: May The Hoff Rise up to Meet You
:: Season's Greetings from Curly and The Hoff
:: Wax On, Wax Hoff
:: A Wee Bit o' Schmaltz

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May 25, 2006

a wee bit o' schmaltz

I don't normally post syrupy, feel-good things like this but, well, it's just one of those days. I hope you all find this as uplifting as I did...

Somebody Loves You

Click on the image to launch a PowerPoint slideshow. Hit the arrow keys or spacebar to go to the next slide.

Want some mo' Hoff?
:: Boobwatch, Indeed
:: Irish Cheddar... and a Little Something for the Germans
:: The Hoff Super Fantastic Activity Fun Book
:: May the Hoff Rise up to Meet You
:: Season's Greetings from Curly and The Hoff
:: Soap from a Dope
:: Wax On, Wax Hoff

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May 17, 2006

'code' blew

The early reviews are in and, apparently, the critics at the Cannes Film Festival are pooh-poohing The Da Vinci Code. To that I say... HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Um, not because I'm an obedient Catholic or anything. I never read the damn book and even if I did, well, works of fiction don't offend me.

My jubilation today is courtesy of one thing and one thing only: I loathe Tom Hanks.

God, schadenfreude is fun.

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March 30, 2006

all aboard

Last night I saw a screening of HBO's new documentary, All Aboard! Rosie's Family Cruise. Long-time readers of this here blog will know that Rosie O'Donnell irks me in a major way. But I'm not so pigheaded that I can't give proper credit where it's due. While I still find her bothersome, I have to commend Rosie's efforts to provide vacations for GLBT families. She done good.

Honestly, I went into the screening half-expecting to be annoyed by Rosie but I left impressed with her dedication to this project. I smiled through the whole movie and maybe even wiped away a tear or, you know, 20. The people on that cruise couldn't have looked happier or more relaxed. And it had nothing to do with all the leisure activities and beautiful scenery around them. For once, these "non-traditional" families were allowed to roam about free from the gawking that might normally follow them. Gone was the worry, the stolen kisses and other surreptitious PDAs. In their place, hand-holding and complete freedom from judgment. Oh and some really tasty-looking frothy beverages. Mmmm.

My hope is that a large straight audience will also watch this film. I would love nothing more than for my parents to see it. Maybe then they, and others, would realize that gay parenting doesn't entail training young children to be gay... whatever that means. I defy anyone to watch this film and not be moved by the mothers and fathers joyfully playing with their children... just like straight parents do. I challenge anyone to not gasp in amazement and marvel at the generosity of the couple who adopted six children destined to be lost in the foster care shuffle. Oh crap, here come the tears again.

Anyhoo, the whole thing is incredible. Please watch it. All Aboard! Rosie's Family Cruise premieres on HBO on Thursday, April 6 at 8:00pm ET/PT.

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March 26, 2006

courtney & tina: a theory

I recently watched Sid & Nancy. I loves me some Sex Pistols, rally I do. Anyhoo, I knew Courtney Love had a small part in the film but oh my God, when she first appeared on the screen, I had one question and one question only: "Um, are Courtney Love and Tina Yothers of Family Ties fame the same person?"

You decide:
courtney
Courtney

tina
Tina

See what I mean? No? Take another look:

tina?
Tina?

courtney?
Courtney?

Come to think of it, didn't Hole have a song called "Jennifer's Body"? Hmm... Jennifer as in Jennifer Keaton?!?! Consider this mystery solved. Sha, la, la, la...


Photo credits: Courtney: burnthiswitch.tripod.com; Tina: familyties-tv.com

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January 19, 2006

on status reports and ice skates

I had every intention of banging out Part Seven last night. No really, I did! I went out for a lovely dinner with some really cool people and arrived home with an energetic buzz that I was going to parlay into enough paragraphs to keep you all sated. 'Course that nifty feeling could have also been the grain alcohol in the stiff margarita I sucked down at Cowgirl...

But I digress. I was all geared up to write the next installment in my schmoopie saga but I got distracted. I saw something and I.could.not.look.away. I was entranced. Was it some unholy specter haunting my abode? Nope. Was it a vision of the Virgin Mary taking shape in the food stuffs in my kitchen? Again, no.

'Twas the sight of Bruce Jenner decked out in Navy whites skating around an ice rink with Tai Babilonia. Yes, my friends, I got sucked into Skating with Celebrities. And I'm not ashamed. Although, I'm a tad regretful because Bruce Jenner's skinny nose is rather nightmarish. Methinks the plastic surgeon was a little unruly with the scalpel. I'm not banking on ever having a restful night's sleep again thanks to his barely-there beak but I don't care! The bad dreams are worth it. Bring on the B-listers in skates!

Oh and speaking of FOX programming, The Lovely Jess brilliantly recaps the first episode of American Idol. It's impossible for me to expand on her insightful take. Please go read it.

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December 31, 2005

the best o' '05, relatively speaking

Despite my earlier proclamation, I have one last entry left in me for the year. I was going to do a Top 10 Posts of 2005 list eventually but I saw a slightly different format on Sheila's site (via Ann Althouse) that I quite like. Here, dear readers, is a monthly breakdown of notable posts:

January
Boobwatch, Indeed
This, my friends, is when The Hoff sickness began. 'Nuff said.

Long Before Ben and Liv Stunk up the Screen...
A cable airing of Jami Gertz's Jersey Girl riled me up and made me a tad defensive of my home state. I mean, there's a reason I left NJ but I'd still like to issue this rule o' thumb: I can make fun of Jersey as can other former (and present) residents all I/we want. The rest of y'all sound tired when you do it. What else is in your sad cannon? "Why did the chicken cross the road?" and a bunch of knock-knock jokes? Seriously, get some new material. Or go pick on Connecticut or something. Move on or I'll be forced to open up a can of Coors Light on your asses.

But When You Shake Your Ass, They Notice Fast
Any post which contains the line "Seriously I'm so white, I make Debbie Boone look ghetto fabulous," needs, nay BEGS, to be resurrected.
February
The Tesh Experiment
The birth of Harriet McNamara, the rabid John Tesh fan/mail room clerk/ace bowler.

A Couple of Quick Niece-isms
Several gems uttered by the Adorable Five-Year-Old Niece when she was still the Adorable Four-Year-Old Niece.
March
On Movies and Molestation
I'm quite confident this is the only site out there on the Internets [sic] that can discuss Capturing the Friedmans and the diddling of Dudley on Diff'rent Strokes in the same post. If I'm wrong, please let me know because I might need to marry this equally-twisted writer.

She Bops
And lo, the birth of a new phrase on par with "Life is like a box of chocolates..." is born.

Next Week We Teach Her How to Funnel
The Adorable Four-Year-Old Niece begins training for her first keg stand.
April
A Public Service Announcement
I decided to give some much-needed assistance to forlorn Googlers. Lest you think it's a stuffy, tech-heavy tutorial, fear not. One of my lessons was the proper use of the term "tart cart." Never doubt my ability to be completely inappropriate.

And Now Is Zee Time When I Kiss My Own Ass
Because I'm always late, I missed my own one-year blog anniversary. But I had a brain fart several days later and marked the occasion by showcasing some of my lesser-known posts. Whoa... a list of posts WITHIN a list of posts. I think I just blew my own mind.

Chug! Chug! Chug!
A rare photo of Yours Truly... making short work of a pitcher of Brooklyn. 'Cause I'm classy like that.
May
Adam Sandler Doesn't Dice My Onions
Once again, The Lovely Jess and I take the English language to new and interesting heights. Or, like, you know... butcher it.

My Other Talent
I can "cook" too, y'all.

Sex Smells
Some pyschological insight into what makes me tick. It's as disturbing as you've no doubt imagined.
June
Resurrection
A desperate plea to a love nearly lost forever.

Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'

Here's where I took on the tools standing outside the courthouse in support of that horror show, Michael Jackson. Bunch of ass munches. I shake my fist at them.

Question
The first chapter in The Saga of the M-o-u-s-e (to be continued in July).
July
I Have Arrived!
This is when I knew I had made it as a blogger -- I received my first piece of hate mail. It was a beautiful thing.

Breaking News
The conclusion of The Saga of the M-o-u-s-e. Here it is months later and I'm still twitching.

I'm a [Last Name] Girl
This entry was a departure from the usual dopey tone of this here blog. I talk about my half-in/half-out of the closet status. I was really drained by the time I finished and I pretty much sobbed my way through it. But I'm proud of it and it helped me tremendously by writing about it. Once again, THANK YOU to everyone who commented and emailed me. I've never had such a response to a post before. Your words of support and encouragement helped me in ways you can never possibly know. So thank you.
August
It's a Boy!
I became a proud and doting aunt for the second time. Despite the grumpy face in the photo, my nephew has the biggest, best smile and he wears it often. His cheeks are the chubbiest I've ever seen and like his adoring aunt, he relies heavily on his woobie to help him sleep. In case you can't tell, I love my wee boy to bits.

The Alan Alda Sensitivity Project* or What I Learned from TV
The first in an ongoing series of life lessons and observations I gathered by watching copious amounts of television as a child. Perhaps the best quote of the bunch: "Charles Ingalls was a bit of a buttinsky."

Thomas
This is a story about the grandfather I unfortunately never met. This was another one I blubbered my way through.

Flirtation
The post where I punk'd my audience.

Traveling Show
This tale illustrates why Jess and I will never and SHOULD never become exterminators.
September
The Trunk
Despite the heartache and emotional shit storm she unleashed on my life, this is a loving tribute to the good stuff THE EX brought to it as well. Yet another tearjerker. Man, I was mopey this year.

An Ode to My Itty Bitty Titties
Small-chested girls represent!

Someone Is on Your Side
Some thoughts on my beloved Bernadette Peters after she suffered the tragic loss of her young husband.
October
The New-Age Cheese Diet
Just what you always wanted -- health advice and tips for a better life from the former cohost of Entertainment Tonight... The Tesh.

All The Small Things
Here's where I started my list of 100 things about me. I think I got as far as 40 before I quit. Maybe I'll get around to finishing it... maybe not.

#41. I rarely finish things I start.
November
I'll Have the Big Gulp, Thank You
A charming tale of mortification courtesy of my overactive pie hole.

Inside the Actors Studio with Curly McDimple
When I become famous (and I WILL), this is how I'm going to answer James Lipton's questions. Oh and I also go off on Rosie O'Donnell. In truth, it doesn't take much to prompt a Rosie rant from moi. In fact, I could launch into one right now. I'm totally serious.
December
Season's Greetings from Curly and The Hoff
Here are some Hoff holiday greetings to print out and share with your friends... or enemies. You can also hang them up at home and the office to ward off evil, scare away would-be burglars and the occasional annoying coworker.

The Alan Alda Sensitivity Project: Holiday Edition
Among the lessons learned: The Bradys should run FEMA; Shermie schooled whitey on the art of The Running Man; Santa really dicked Rudolph around; and Rankin-Bass is staffed by a bunch of ugly motherfuckers.
And that was my 2005 in a someone wordy nutshell. Thanks for being part of it. May you all have a happy New Year! And to my Scottish peeps, a very Happy Hogmanay!

All the best,
Curly

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December 02, 2005

the tesh experiment: an update

I realize I should really stagger the cheese since my last post was about The Hoff, however, I can't contain my excitement. There's a major change to report in The Tesh Experiment, people!

The Live Tesh Cam moved! IT MOVED! As some of you will recall, it was stuck on the same dark, empty mailroom for months. It was tres aggravating. And now, it's pointing to, drumroll please... an empty corridor! But at least the lights are on!

Whatevs! It's progress and I credit the good work and persistence of one Ms. Harriet McNamara. I believe we all owe her a debt of gratitude. Thank you, Harriet. Thank you.

P.S. Don't forget to check out The Tesh Message Boards! As I've stated earlier, they are, in a word, craptastic!

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season's greetings from curly and the hoff

Want to get a jump start on your Christmas cards this year? Well, I've designed a few cheeky greetings to aid you in the task. 'Twas my pleasure to do so because, really, nothing says "holiday spirit" quite like my continued harassment of The Hoff. Click on each pitiful image to enlarge.

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Happy Holidays!

Want some mo' Hoff?
:: Boobwatch, Indeed
:: Irish Cheddar... and a Little Something for the Germans
:: The Hoff Super Fantastic Activity Fun Book
:: May the Hoff Rise up to Meet You
:: Soap from a Dope
:: Wax On, Wax Hoff
:: A Wee Bit o' Schmaltz

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November 15, 2005

inside the actors studio with curly mcdimple

I have a love/hate relationship with Inside the Actors Studio. I'll tune in and watch even though I find James Lipton to be incredibly creepy. I find his creepiness to be most evident when he's planting a big verbal wet one on some actor's ass (which is, um, all the time). He looks out towards the audience but doesn't really make eye contact and then his eyes tend to glaze over with a distant, far-away look. The whole thing is disturbing. Maybe it's those saccharine-y compliments of his causing him to slip into a diabetic coma or something. I don't know.

At the same time, some of the questions in his towering stack of blue index cards are thoughtful and probing and make for really compelling interviews. For example, the episode with Sean Penn was brilliant. Ditto for the Meryl Streep and Paul Newman installments. In fact, when the show first started, the caliber of interviews on that show week after week was truly stellar.

In recent years, the roster of guests has become decidedly less impressive. Jennifer Lopez? James, you're joking, right? Billy Joel? WTF? WTF? WTF?!?! Recently, the show tumbled to an all-time low with its booking of one Rosie O'Donnell.

I actually used to like Rosie. I enjoyed her on Star Search and VH-1's Stand-Up Spotlight. I never really thought she was hilarious but she was likeable and earnest and gave it her all. It's those very same qualities that made her talk show succeed, particularly in the early seasons. Her show really worked well in the beginning because she was a huge fan of her guests. She was excited and giddy and asked the questions that most of us wanted to ask. Every member of her audience could relate.

And then stories started to surface about her backstage shenanigans. At the time, I worked for an industry publication where I was in contact with her show's production company. The list of staff changes they sent me week-to-week and month-to-month was astounding. Rosie's ratings were slipping and she cleaned house. What she failed to realize was that her appeal was waning not because of her associate producer but because she was now a bigger star than most of her guests. The novelty wore off. Gone was her wide-eyed admiration of her favorite celebs and in its place was plain old schmoozing.

Her public persona started to change too. Rosie was quoted as saying that people over a certain age who wanted an autograph "[needed] to get a life." In most cases, I would agree with this assessment but not when the advice is coming from the same woman who so famously fawned over Tom Cruise and bawled incessantly in the presence of Barbra Streisand. And didn't she love to tell everyone how, as a youngster, she would wait at the stage door after shows to meet the actors and get autographs? Rosie was getting a bit too big for her Lane Bryant britches, it seemed. The seed of distaste was planted within me.

It bloomed into full-blown dislike after Rosie's truly insufferable post-Columbine anti-gun crusade. I understood her emotional response to the tragedy but her subsequent rants were shrill, misinformed and completely misguided.

And then there was the Rosie magazine debacle. I particularly loved how she turned the bitch switch on full blast and cut her hair into an asymmetrical mess just as she confirmed to the world that she was a big ol' dyke. Nice, Rosie. Thank you.

But back to Inside the Actors Studio... She was recently on the show and I watched it. Dude, I set my DVR and recorded that bad boy so that I wouldn't miss a second and could rewind if need be.

Now you might be asking yourself why I even subjected myself to such a painful hour of television. Well, it's the same reason I watched Rosie in Riding the Bus With My Sister. I see the entertainment value in my own outrage and discomfort. Same logic applies to my viewings of Brown Bunny, Jersey Girl (the Jami Gertz version) and the Today show (fuck you, Al Roker!)

I watched the interview expecting to be amusingly annoyed by Rosie. Instead, I felt a little bad for her. As Lipton prattled through her anemic list of acting accomplishments and accolades, Rosie looked uncomfortable. With each passing second she realized she didn't belong there. And she didn't.

Yes, she's an entertainer in her own right but she's not equipped to teach graduate-level students about acting technique. If the New School were to unveil courses such as "How to Run a Beloved Magazine into the Ground," "The Finer Points of Drake's Cakes" or "When In Doubt, Decoupage!" then maybe Rosie could step in and give us a few pointers. Until then, it's best to leave the heavy theatrical lifting to the big guns.

You know, I have a few student films under my belt and I performed in Christmas and spring pageants from kindergarten through eighth grade. That puts my resume at about the same level as Rosie's, no? While it won't (and shouldn't) get me booked on Inside the Actors Studio, I do think it at least entitles me to answer those questions Lipton poses at the end of every interview. All agreed? Good. Take it away, James!
James Lipton: Curly McDimple began lip-syncing and singing off-key at a young age. She was bitten by the theater bug in high school and quickly won self-appointed critical acclaim with her rousing renditions of "Bui-Doi" from Miss Saigon and Hair's "Colored Spade."

McDimple's unique take on standards and showtunes often courted controversy. For example, her flat-yet-spirited retelling of Annie was censored by the McDimple Family. But the young McDimple thumbed her nose at the nay-sayers and continued honing her own unusual, some would say poor, brand of belting. Her efforts earned her a "For the Love of God, Please Shut Up!" nomination and several other citations.

Curly McDimple can next be seen perfoming selections from Stephen Sondheim's Company in her bathroom mirror in Downtown Brooklyn. But first, Curly will take part in the questionnaire created by the esteemed Bernard Pivot for Bouillon de Culture...

Curly, what is your favorite word?
Intensity.

[Ed Note: What I really want to say: Sassy]


What is your least favorite word?
I'm not too keen on the word "chinos" lately.

What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
Equal parts humor and intellect.

What turns you off?
Dry, wit-free, overly literal types.

What is your favorite curse word?
"Fuck" for emphasis and/or flavor. "Dickhead" for a putdown. And "ass" always comes in handy.

[Ed Note: I HATE HATE HATE when the actors pretend like they're surprised by this question. Oh, fuck off with that mock surprise! You knew it was coming and you prepared for it so drop the charade.]

What sound or noise do you love?
My own laugh. It took me a long time to find it so I never ever take it granted.

What sound or noise do you hate?
"Hocccccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhh-too!"

[Ed Note: The sound men make when they hoch a loogie and spit.]

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
I would love to create props and sets for movies. I remember seeing From Star Wars to Jedi when I was younger and I really wanted to work in the studio where all the puppets and models were made. I'm still intrigued by the behind-the-scenes movie magic.

What profession would you not like to do?
Proctologist. Seriously, how does one develop a passion for this line of work? Even if you're an ass man/woman, it's not like you're not doing anything fun back there. Call me overly fussy but I don't stick my finger in just anyone's butt... unless you buy me dinner first.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
"See? I told you not to believe those judgmental assholes who you said you weren't allowed in. Now let's you and Me go drop shit on their closed-minded heads."
[APPLAUSE]

Thank you.

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October 26, 2005

wax on, wax hoff

Wax On, Wax HoffWon't you do a good deed and help The Hoff remove his unsightly chest hair? Click here to do so. You simply place the waxing strip on The Hoff's pecs, press down and rip off that motherfucking hair but good.

Despite its hypnotic coils and intoxicating formation, you know the hair bothers you. So now's your chance to rid the world of this scourge. Get to ripping!

Sadly, a cure for the Speedo and the ill effects of listening to The Hoff's "music" have not yet been found.

Credits: Thanks to Mejack for the link who got it from The Roommate of The Lovely Jess. The Hasselhoff Recursion comes from Geriatric Punks.

Want some mo' Hoff?
:: Boobwatch, Indeed
:: Irish Cheddar... and a Little Something for the Germans
:: The Hoff Super Fantastic Activity Fun Book
:: May the Hoff Rise up to Meet You
:: Season's Greetings from Curly and The Hoff
:: Soap from a Dope
:: A Wee Bit o' Schmaltz

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October 05, 2005

the new-age cheese diet

the teshSeveral months ago, I launched a little something called The Tesh Experiment. For those of you too lazy or disinterested to follow the link, the exercise involves my pseudo chagrin over the lack of activity on the Tesh Cam.

You see, there was a time when the Tesh Cam provided insight into John and his crappy music-making. And now, sadly, it only shows John's less-than-bustling mailroom. Despite a fictional impassioned email authored by Yours Truly, the camera angle has not been moved. It still shows that fucking roll of tape! It's been that way for months and shows no signs of budging so I'm officially giving up. You beat me this time, Tesh.

However, I found a new source of amusement on that website -- the Message Board! Oh, but it's a fascinating and informative area to explore! For example, did you know that The Tesh has his own radio show? Did you further know that like his fellow God Squad member, Pat Robertson, The Tesh is now doling out diet tips and health advice on said radio show? Oh yes, it's true. Behold!*
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Subject: Diet tips air on the radio

John, I listened to your radio often. One night, I heard you list a few things that we can do to loose weight. Would you please email this list to me again? It starts with drinking coffee in the morning and eating sour dough bread for lunch.

Thanks,
JP
Put down the weights, ladies and gentlemen! Step off the treadmills and elliptical machines for The Tesh himself says a mere cup o' joe and a slice o' sour dough will trim you down. Hmmm... I wonder if that's how Connie manages to stay so slim?
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Subject: "eat less of your entree"???

Ok, you've got some good ideas and thoughts that i really enjoy. BUT....you said that you should order a soup or salad as an appetizer so that you would eat less of your entree. Why should you eat less of an entree that you paid for? In my opinion, that's just a waste of money, and more importantly, food.
How dare The Tesh promote portion control! If Applebee's wants to give you an entire side of beef on a bun, you best eat that shit up. Stick it to the Man! And don't forget your coupons from the Sunday circular!
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Subject: John Tesh Radio

Dear John
I just wanted to say that I really do enjoy your show. My son loves it when you bring up things that will improve our lives ie. chewing gum to increase oxygen to the body, eating dinner together as a family.

Thanks
Feeling sluggish and run down? Why, just pop a stick of Juicy Fruit into your gob and you'll be all oxygenated and refreshed. Oh and that whole eating dinner together with the family idea is positively revolutionary. His originality astounds me. What on earth would we DO without The Tesh?
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Subject: You have an awesome show!

Dear John,
I listen to your show every chance I get. If I can't listen, I go to the computer and go to your web site and look at the transcript. Totally amazing all the tidbits of intelligience that you come up with.

I do have one question....I have been troubled by kidney stones. Have had two surgeries in less than a year with another coming up. One urologist told me that they are caused by dehydration and another tells me its calcium that causes them....but because I am menopausal, I can't stay away from calcium. Is there anything in your research that can help me out with information on how to avoid the kidney stones. My stones grow so big that they block the ureter. Any dietary advice? Thank you for reading this post. Sincerely, Dolores

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Subject: airlines and hospitals

Dear John...I was on my way to work when you said you would talk about not flying if you have been in the hospital. My daughter works in a hospital and is leaving on an airplane on Wednesday. Anything I need to worry about? Thank you so very much for all the great ideas and information.
Barbara
Why call your doctor with important health questions when you can just ask The Tesh?! I'm sure his years of cohosting Entertainment Tonight have adequately prepared him to tackle such topics. And if he's not sure, I'm sure he can just call up Jesus to get a second opinion. He's got His direct line, you know.
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Subject: Less stress food shopping

I'm a meat wrapper and I see some really nice people come in the supermarmarket when it's open 8:00A.M. looking for (fresh)chopped meat.

Mr.Tesh most butchers only start at 8:00 Their shopping experience would be a lot less strssful if they would give them at least a hour. tell them to read the (entire0 sales letter.When turkeys are on sale,see if the sign reads,Fresh or Frozen.

At Thanksgiving people get crazy when they think they're going to get a (fresh)trukey only to be told the sale is for a frozen one. I hope this will help all of us, workers and shoppers alike. Thank you
I'm not even going to make fun of the meat wrapper because dude's got a cleaver and access to machinery that could make my ass disappear. Even worse, he could pass me off as ground chuck and well, that's just humiliating. While I don't eat meat, I do fancy myself a more expensive cut... should my body ever become available in this format. So I'm going to make nice with the meat wrapper and put forth his message that one should not piss off the supermarket butcher by quibbling over frozen versus fresh turkeys at 8am. Capiche?

* Please note that there is a global [sic] for all typos and misspellings in the quoted messages. For typos and misspellings in my own copy, uh... just deal until I discover and fix them myself.

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October 03, 2005

irish cheddar... and a little something for the germans

Sheila takes on Michael Flatley, he with the Feet o' Flames, in spectacular fashion. Please read it.

Oh, and speaking of cheese, check out Mr. October from The Hoff Calendar...

The Hoff

Is it just me or does The Hoff look like a member in good standing of Dykes on Bikes?

Want some mo' Hoff?
:: Boobwatch, Indeed
:: The Hoff Super Fantastic Activity Fun Book
:: May the Hoff Rise up to Meet You
:: Season's Greetings from Curly and The Hoff
:: Soap from a Dope
:: Wax On, Wax Hoff
:: A Wee Bit o' Schmaltz

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