these days of leiderhosen

I can't stand "smooth" or "soft" jazz. Fuck! I just want to ice pick the eardrums. Why does The Steven, for all his fabulous attributes, insist on playing the crap? Comments? List something that drives you mad. Please.

It must have been Dan Savage's column that discussed a sexual pie throwing fetish, but the idea has stuck with me. I think Dan's recommendation was to create time and preparation for such an event. How disappointing that one can't really have a pick-up pie fight. So. I want my own pie fight. I want several cans of Reddi Whip and a baker's rack of flaky pie shells. Not as a kinky thing, mind you; just because it's ridiculous and the inner vaudevillian craves satisfaction. Thankfully I might be married to a guy who might oblige us. Let me know if you want an invite to this "someday" gathering. ( **IMPORTANT UPDATE: See Scott's comment below. A pie fight is scheduled for 12/24/09 in Los Gatos, California at the Parentals' house. Bring a change of clothes and a towel, because we will be hosing off in the front yard.** It's my Christmas present to myself.) If you haven't caught the 6 part Monty Python Documentary that aired last week the boxed...

Ze on Respect: (-sigh.-)