Washed myself, got out and realised all the towels were in the washing-machine. Stood in front of the air-conditioner and set it to dehumidify.
(The towels are now hanging out to dry).
Went out and saw a Tom of Finland film: Daddy and the Muscle Academy, 1991. There was talking before it, with an artist doing Tom of Finland inspired art, and people doing talky bits and a woman from the Finnish embassy (I think) who said she was married with 4 kids and a dog , and Tom of Finland tea-towels.
Anyway the talking was interesting and amusing, and the film was full of the art and men talking about how important the art was to them, and Tom of Finland talking about making the art, and inspirations. Just the way art and representation matters, and gives permission to be yourself. (even when it's kitschy porn, sometimes especially because it is kitschy porn).
Also there was a video greeting from Jean-Paul Gaultier, and he was funny and charming and talked of the art of Tom of Finland as inspiration.
After, there was a party at Ku bar, mostly to promote the Tom-of-Finland brand vodka. Everyone who came got a ticket that could be exchanged at the bar for a vodka-and-ginger, which tasted very much of the ginger-beer (Fever-tree, I think) and not at all of vodka, to me.
There was also a raffle. Derek won a set of coasters and a tray with Tom of Finland illustrations on them.
I went to Distraction Club this week, it was good. There was Pippa Evans, with some older stuff and some newer stuff,
Mr Mannish as Richard Carpenter, doing very slight variations on Carpenters songs, honestly, you could hardly tell the difference .
Kirsty Doody was back and it was good to see her, she's so great.
There was an allegedly impromptu performance of the beginning of Enter Sandman by Mitch Benn and the Distractions, because Ivan Shepherd was going to play the first two minutes of it with some people sometime soon.
Er. There was Matt Blair, who did a Wolverine song to celebrate the forthcoming release of Logan on blu-ray, and Ben Norris, and Rob abandoman Broderick, who did freestyle rap about random things people had in their bags. I was very impressed, I handed him a fidget-toy of colourful blocks onna string and he sang about it *while* trying to figure out what it is.
There was Ben Norris, and he was funny.
The other day my brain told me Mr Brightside by the Killers would work well as bossa-nova. This seemed like a fine idea that I have not the skills to execute, and I was worried I would be ear-wormed with the first two lines of the song, bossa-nova style, forever.
But then I searched for it on the internet, (using duck-duck-go, so I can't even say I googled)
And it had already been done! Mr. Brightside Bossa Nova style cover
So that saved me :)
I also found this cover, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pxg4a6on_y8
, which is not bossa nova, but is pretty.
I just finished reading Concourse, by Santino Hassell, which is a M/M romance about a boxer and a socialite. I liked it a lot, even though at one or two points I was yelling at the book, 'Just talk to him!' 'just *tell* him, he'll understand!' He did tell him in the end and he did understand. I read romance because it works out in the end, that is the point. But also I enjoy the sad longing before it works out.This entry was also posted at http://ruthi.dreamwidth.org/693130.html, where it has comments. You can comment here, or there.