Optimus Prime is gay, too!

Dumbledore is gay

Now that Albus Dumbledore has been thrust out of the closet, brutally outed live onstage at Carnegie Hall (surely every closety fellow’s worst nightmare, especially if the ghost of Judy is watching) it seems the ripple effect is rocking not a few boats in the world of children’s entertainment.

One that’s particularly rocky is the Transformer di Tutti Transformers, Optimus Prime. A word of warning: the following video contains cringe-inducing self-doubt, blindingly obvious truths unacknowledged, and a narcissistic self-absorption entirely at odds with a typical childhood perception of the hitherto entirely macho Opti. Click at own risk…to your own childhood dreams, and the thinnest closet door in the whole flimsy Dream Factory.

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quiz: which monster are you?

Who didn’t see this coming? Which reminds me to book an appointment for waxing…full moon’s not that far away!


You Are a Werewolf


You’re unpredictable, moody, and downright freaky.

You seem sweet and harmless, until you snap. Then you’re a total monster.

Very few people can predict if you’re going to be Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde.

But for you, all your transformations seem perfectly natural.

Your greatest power: Your ability to tap into nature

Your greatest weakness: Lack of self control

You play well with: Vampires

What Kind of Monster Are You?

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Have you had one of these days?

I’ve had too many of them.

While it’s true that it’s been some months since I last received an installment of Gimli/Bill slash with a hopeful “Can you give me your thoughts on this?” cover note, it was part four of six, and I employ the use of a mail drop for screening purposes for damn good reason. An angry Bill/Gimli slash writer is not someone I particularly want to face at the best of times, and when I haven’t responded to the last three installments OR when I have, saying exactly what’s on my mind; well, these are not exactly the best of times.

Imagine my surprise when I found a comic which perfectly illustrated my feelings. No need to reply personally to those invariably hand-scrawled tomes; simply return to sender, with this attached.

From Monkey Fluids, via Vicus.

The editor's dilemma

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Fellini’s Catholic Fashion Show

Yes, another YouTube, but a good one!

(Catholics, LOOK AWAY NOW! DO NOT CLICK! NOOOOOooooooooo!)

from the class factotum via the Manolo

coming soon

uh, blog content.

Blowing My CoverYesterday I unplugged for the entire day and read the only example of chick lit ever to fully engross me: the quite non-fictional Lindsay Moran‘s Blowing My Cover: My Life as a CIA Spy.

And it occurred to me: given that most women buy their own perfume, rather than leave it to some guy, why are there no perfumes that are marketed using the superhero archetype? Or the superagent one? I would totally buy something that made me feel like Supergirl or Emma Peel; in fact, that’s how I choose perfumes: by balancing alluring qualities with kickass ones, which is how I ended up with Chanel #19, Allure, and (in my dreams) Midnight Poison, DKNY Red, and Stella McCartney, all of which can be described as kickass yet fuckable.

Is it related that today I am wearing my cape? I should totally make an indoor cape, for blogging, just to put myself in the right mindset. Why should imaginary people have all the fun?

Seriously.

Also, it keeps the tentacles warm.