Thursday, June 26, 2008


"Hell is a giant box, devoid of air and sunlight, jam-packed with souls suffocating in the overwhelming stench of human desperation. No, wait. That's Comic-Con."
- Dana Gould, Geek Magazine

My name is Joe. I'm an Event Coordinator. Comic-Con is my work reality.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008


Working in the toy and collectible industry, I am constantly coming face to face with some strange, unusual and downright fucked up products. But once in a blue moon, like something out of a dream...someone gets it right. And I have to bow to creative lunacy executed in perfect fashion. So without further ado, I present to you - Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds Barbie Doll.

Seriously. When this item was solicited to me at work, it was all I could do not to call Mattel and thank them personally. The fact that this doll now exists brings to mind a few things:

#1 - Doll makers really are macabre sons-a-bitches, and I'm really glad that they found a way to get hired by such a large toy manufacturer.

#2 - There's at least ONE gay working R&D at Mattel. I imagine that one day he snapped in his shared workspace, slapped the plans for a "Barbie Gets a Colonic" doll out of his co-worker's hands (a homely looking woman in her mid-to-late-30s named Judith) and in a moment of sheer genius made his pitch to upper-management for an Alfred Hitchcock-inspired Barbie. In my imagination he probably started off with a Psycho Norman-Bates-in-Drag doll, but then agreed to compromise.

#3 - I never cease to amaze myself - especially when it comes to how geeky I can be. Love it!

P.S. If you're looking to pick one of these beauties up for yourself and all your friends, click HERE.

Friday, June 6, 2008


After a week, I finally feel ready to talk about Sex and the City. Last Thursday night I attended a midnight show with Eric, James and Rob. Eric and I have had standing plans since...oh, needless to say this has been highly anticipated. When the show went off the air it was sad. I realize that a gay who likes Sex and the City isn't exactly groundbreaking, but the show itself was. But I'll spare you all the blah-blah about how important the show was. Sitting in a theater full of overweight and over-chatty Persian girls in Century City, it was the moment we had been waiting for.

I'll say right off the bat that there certainly were no shortage of 'moments'. Clocking in at 2.5 hours, I can admit that it was a little long. But for any die-hard fan, it didn't seem to matter much. Watching the film was like watching an entire season put together on the big screen. And it was fabulous.

Some off-the-top-of-my-head thoughts...

Opening Credits - Sure, I would have loved to have seen the opening from the series, but this recap/refresher was amazing. Clips from the show and all! I was a little thrown by hearing Charlotte referred to as Charlotte "York" rather than "Goldenblatt", however. But I get why they did it, and I still loved it.

More Books - Carrie has written 2 more books since we left her in the series finale, and I love that Michael Patrick King truly did acknowledge the passing of time in a believable way. Except for...

Brady - Miranda's kid. His first birthday party took place on the show almost 2 seasons after his birth. That's already confusing. But we see him in the film, and he's basically a retarded 7 year old who is only capable of one-word sentences ("Batman!" "Kiss!"). Guess Miranda's lazy ovary and Steve's mono-ball wasn't as successful as they were thinking.

New Year's Eve - This scene is perfect. In every way. I laughed, I cried, I wanted them to be real people.

Carrie's Apartment - How wonderful to see it again. I'm not going to go all spoiler-crazy, but I will say that later on in the film there's a bit of a re-model that didn't quite strike me as Carrie's style.

Enid Frick - Candice Bergen, you know I love you. I think you're brilliant. I loved you on Sex and the City as Carrie's boss at Vogue. But a cameo like this? Let me re-phrase that - a cameo looking like this? I cried a little here too, but not in the same way.

The Supporting Cast of MEN - It's actually really simple: Big (aka John James Preston) is typical Big. Not much has changed since 2004 when it comes to his character. Steve is as puppy-dog-eyed and relatable as always, and just like the series he constantly makes you want to gut-punch Miranda. Smith has turned into a dick. He doesn't say much, but this time when he does, he sounds like a total prick. It was weird. Oh, and he looks wicked old. Harry is still the most kind-hearted of them all, and still perfect for our Charlotte...who unfortunately doesn't have a whole lot to do in this film. Stanford and Anthony? Still our resident gays, and still relatively harmless. Michael Patrick King - if you make them a couple in a sequel or something, I will find you. And hurt you.

The Clothes...Oh, The Clothes - The girls looked just as fantastic and completely ridiculous as ever. I want ALL the drugs that Patricia Field is on...just not all at the same time.

Verdict? This movie is amazing. It's not going to win an Oscar in anything other than costuming, but it's a great way to extend the series so many of us loved. So consider this a rave review - and I think Michiko Kakutani would agree.