I would’ve made a rotten 1950s teenager. Given the choice between Elvis and Frankie Baby, I’d have opted for Sinatra any day of the week. For me, rock and roll began with the Beatles — and not one minute before…

I mention this because I was reading a DVD review in last Sunday’s LA Times which mentioned a segment where Elvis Presley and Frank Sinatra performed together on a TV show around 1960. The assumption, as usual, was that Sinatra was uncomfortable in the presence of the new and upcoming “king of rock and roll”…

In my humble opinion, he needn’t have been. I love a lot of music from the 1950s, from Ella Fitzgerald to Frank Sinatra, and from Louis Prima to Rosemary Clooney. But you’d have to tie me down to make spend an afternoon listening to Elvis and his rockin’ and doo-woppin’ contemporaries; it’s just about as appealing as an afternoon of Christian alternative rock…

BTW, if any of you were wondering where yesterday’s salute to cannibalism came from, I found it during yet another (unsuccessful) attempt at determining just where “132 and Bush” are located…

Can anyone else offer a clue?

That suspect, identified only as Armin M, has been charged with murder. Cannibalism per se is not a crime under German law.

I hold the moral high ground.
My self-righteousness will protect me,
No matter how many stupid moves I make,
Because I am right.
The rules do not apply.
The laws of physics do not apply.
I am indestructable.

I am a San Francisco pedestrian.

Actually, it works just as well if you replace “pedestrian” with “cyclist” too. Even better, maybe…

 

Now I am sad…

Aaargghh. She’s back…

I suppose ol’ Blanche is another example of the sancitity of heterosexual marriage, not to mention “family values”. Granted, she killed every husband she ever had, but she learned it from her mama. It’s comforting, isn’t it, to know that she could legally be married again — even in jail — while two men who actually love each other (and actually aren’t psychotic or prisoners) can’t do so…

Yup, that’s an institution worth preserving, all right…

To my heterosexual friends who mention impending marriage: please don’t feel too slighted if I react to your news a little like a 1950s black man whose white friend just told him about the new house he just bought in that “restricted” neighborhood on the other side of town…