Scotty is Lost In Space!

Actually, no. It’s worse:

Scotty is slowly sinking to the bottom of the South Pacific in a fine grey cloud of ash.

My God, It's Full of Stars!

My God, It's Full of Stars!

Dignified and strange, in its own way, and somehow an almost-adequate substitute for the original plan, which was for the cremains of James Doohan, proud Vancouverite, former Canadian war hero, and the actor who played Montgomery Scott, Chief Engineer of the USS Enterprise NCC-1701, to be shot into space in a private SpaceX spacecraft. Goddam dilithium crystals!

The Falcon 1 owned by Musk’s private space exploration company, SpaceX, left the ground and stayed off it for 2 minutes and 20 seconds before second- and third-stage rockets failed to ignite. The whole thing, including Scotty’s ashes, plunged back to earth.

Well, back to the Pacific Ocean anyway. But nothing, particularly not the fate of a legend, is simple, and it seems there had already been a couple of false starts and a frantic search leading up to the ultimate un-ternment. For a man who claimed (falsely, but amusingly) that he was kicked out of the Canadian Air Force for slaloming his plane between hydro poles on a bet, the rolling swells of the unfettered tropical ocean are indeed the Final Frontier.

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Quiz: what kind of bikini are you?

This one lacks accuracy, I must say, since I have virtually none of those traits (except an athleticism that has lain unused and wrapped in tissue paper for the last four years). But every one of my bikinis is, in fact, a halter, so there may be something to this after all.


You Are a Halter Bikini


You’re an athletic girl with a hot athletic bod to match.

And you’ve got a great tan, probably from all those beach volleyball games!

And now, we dance!
I. Must. Have. This. Film!

Young John McCain: Hawt or Nawt

I have a long and shameful history, it must be admitted, of crushes on right-wing political figures (the sainted Pierre Elliot Trudeau notwithstanding; as always, he’s a special case) perhaps because of my poorly-disguised thing for preppies, but frankly, above all of them (even Tony Blair who is, come on, right wing) stands one man.

On crutches. Click to enlarge; don’t you wish everything worked that way?

I mean, seriously. Hubba-hubba!

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Monkees Psychedelia: Star Collector

This is what Nine Inch Nails‘s Starfuckers, Incorporated looked like in 1967, performed by The Monkees.

It looked pretty good, actually.

I have to say, the combination of YouTube pixillation and psychedelic staging is a marriage made in Heaven, or at least in Malibu. I actually have this album (Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn and Jones Ltd) on vinyl; picked it up at a garage sale, I believe, along with a couple of others when I was at boarding school, which means around the end of the Seventies.

And for those of you who may have, in some misguided and doubtless drunken stupor, expressed skepticism regarding the talent of the great Mike Nesmith, listen to this song: Mary, Mary, which Paul Butterfield called a great white soul song. He was right.

and yes, I know the video is out of synch with the audio.
Doesn’t mean your ears don’t work, right?

quiz: which gay childhood icon are you?

I’m kind of bummed I didn’t get Peppermint Patty, but then without baseball questions how could you? Still, Daphne is a dip; Velma could do much better any night at Lick.


You Are the Very Gay Velma!


She might not even realize it…

But Velma is all about Daphne… not Fred!

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