Thank god gays have come so far that we do so much better than this in our film today. I haven’t seen Berlin Alexanderplatz , and I know for a time this sort of film style was all the rage, but still. I suppose I know nothing of high culture or literature, but I’m glad my gay male friends understand me and women in general a little differently than the people behind this exercise in self-importance. NSFW video of one scene from it that is just too much in this day and age below.  Read more 

THIS WEEK in Eugene, Oregon and the surrounding areas, there has been a lot of talk about the weather. But not in a mundane fashion, such as when you are having your gas pumped (remember that ‘round here, you cannot pump your own gas, it is all full serve!) and offhandedly offer the station worker an observation about the local and eternal wintry curtain of rain.

No, the talk has been more along the lines of "what is going on with this weather?" Because the past couple of winters have brought an atypical amount of snow to this city west of the Cascade Mountains. In fact, 2008 has seen the most snowfall to hit Eugene, Oregon, since 1996.

Here’s your faithful Street Team 08 Oregon rep with a short visual presentation of the latest strange winter to visit us.  Read more 

I see a screenplay blooming. Dealing with a favorite theme: time travel. You now think you’ll steal this zeitgeisty gem from me, but you cannot because in the future, I have already finished it, and am mailing it to myself yesterday in a walnut sealed in Presidential earwax and pressurized to resist even election-year terror alerts.

OUR TALE BEGINS with a man who desperately seeks an answer to his deepest, heart-sprung questions, headed up by the quintessential and Googlicious How Do I Get Rid of the Mexicans? You see, our protagonist feels his very nation is under dire attack by the filthy mongrel hordes from the South, those who bark that most Arrogant and Sickening of Languages—Español, those who dare to settle into his beautiful nation, hellbent on storming the kitchens and fields and meatpacking plants and canning plants and steel factories or to otherwise seek to implement that most foul of Mexican behaviors: the trading of work for pay.  Read more 

Some of you, out of curiosity, sat down and suffered through Mel’s “Jesus Chainsaw Massacre,” and came back to report on it. I thank you for doing that so I didn’t have to. I’ll return the favor and tell you about the movie that is sweeping America. It’s taken in $70m on opening weekend (WSJ Print ed.) and also reveals that the Right in this country is even more twisted than I had thought.

“300” is so much more than the uberviolent videogame it appears to be at first blush. Simply, it is a bloated, triumphalist tribute to the authoritarian, closeted homosexual imperialist. This movie has it all: racism, sexism, contempt for intellectuals, bloodshed enough to make Atilla blush, and an unapologetic, blatant, sadist homoeroticism that is tied to the heart of military cultures throughout time. I’ll give it this: if you’re a Drag Queen looking for your next White Party costume, this movie will inspire you like few others in history.  Read more