~Version: Frankenstein~

I couldn’t resist. This is my one chance this year to pay homage to the man who shaped my taste in men more than any other.

It’s the head. With the bolts. Actually, it’s the shape of the head that drives me wild. I can’t explain it.

Enjoy Frankie while he lasts, at least until Halloween.

Old News, but still….

Chris Rock hosting the Oscars: Bad on soooo many levels. Don’t get me wrong, I like Chris Rock. I even once got into a heated debate over who is funnier, Chris Rock or Chris Tucker

An argument for which I might now have to switch sides. Rock was funny when his schtick was still new. Now that it’s been a while, it’s just stale. I don’t think his voice is going to lend itself to the occasion without just grating our ears. He hasn’t been in a quality movie since New Jack City (poor Pookie) and the only thing he has going for him is his crassness (is that even a word?). I think this will turn out to be the lowest rated and received telecast in Academy Awards history.