killer queen

halloween is the greatest holiday known to mankind. you can wear tight-ass white jeans and a mustache and exude awesome through the help of freddy mercury's ghost. and dressing like a gay dude is a great way to meet chicks and get into their beds.

back in time...

i went to a costume party at one of my favorite bars, capone's, last night. i didn't have time to put together the real costume i'm wearing this year (you'll see that later) so i threw together an old stand-by based on what i have in my closet. based on the picture, who do you think i dressed as? if you have any doubts, see this picture and this picture. i think i'm pretty much a dead ringer for ol' marty mcfly but apparently the '80s are so back in the 'burg that one can dress like this and no one assumes you're in costume. what a terrible time. i'm going back to the future.

tricky trailers

you may have heard recently about a re-edited trailer for the shining by robert ryang that makes the film appear to be a feel-good story, not the slasher flick it really is. i only learned about it yesterday but immediately set my nerd skills to use and not only found the shining trailer, but re-edited trailers for west side story and eternal sunshine of the spotless mind as well. enjoy.

one thing i noticed after watching these is how important a good narrator is for a trailer. all of these are well edited to create the desired mood but the ones that have a narrator are lacking. what they're lacking is "the movie guy" voice. the shining trailer seems amateurish with the whiny voice of the narrator. i was amazed by how much more professional and legitimate a film seems with "that guy's" voice. so if you decide to create a trailer may i suggest finding a deep barritone, and excluding any pussy tenors or altos.

did you know...

"...that a strap-on dildo may be used by heterosexual couples for pegging?" wow. now we know.

that quote is taken directly from today's wikipedia home page. i'd like to see world book or encyclopaedia britannica include such a kinky entry.

philadelphia story

partydude took his show on the road this past weekend with his travel to philadelphia. while i was no c.k. dexter haven, i performed in a manner that would make mr. grant proud. i defended two ladies' honor by confronting a bum who was harassing them. i dipped and twirled women on the dance floor. and all of this was conducted with a drink in my hand. while that may be more characteristic of william powell, i think of cary grant as a man who never saw a cocktail he didn't like.
unlike cary grant, however, i didn't get the lady at the end of the night.

i had the pleasure of partying with the cutest girl in the room. we talked about movies, danced on ottomans and watched a fight break out. and the best part was she lives in manhattan. i might have a chance of seeing her again, which, as my readers know, is in contrast to my recent romantic escapades. all of this began to feel a little suspect. and i was right. she has a "boyfriend." what a disappointment.

there have been other grant impersonators in the past and they too got the girl before the lights came up. so maybe this isn't the end of the film, but simply the intermission.

finding the northside

it's official. sara* is the queen of the blogosphere. i know this because when googling "northside flyer," the results include only 6 links. none of them are this site. the last, however, is "this is the diary of sara*..."

even google likes her blog more than mine.

inside sara

my god. look at all of the things inside sara.

coffee anon.

drinking coffee after a late supper is a bad idea. drinking unintentionally strong coffee is even worse. that's what i did last night. now i'm paying the price. if you'll notice the time of this post, around 4am, it's rather late. i thought i could avoid this problem. i had plenty to eat before hand, i did the new york magazine crossword and i read some online news. i even read boring articles about the new iraqi constitution compromise and cathartic blogging. i turned in around 2:30, shut my eyes but nothing happened. when i tried the eye lid test and my eyes stayed open i knew i was not falling asleep. the eye lid test basically involves placing your eye lids in the desired position, closed if you want to sleep, open if you want to wake, and seeing if they stay put. if you want to sleep and your eye lids gradually open you're awake, and vice versa. so now i'm awake and left to toil through cyberspace searching for the name of the shoes the fab five wore (nike air force max b) and the difference between rickeys and gimlets (the former has soda, the latter has sugar). oh, and of course to pawn my boredom onto my readers. good night and sweet dreams...i hope.

motor city madness

friday night didn't look right. it was raining and the party dude was sitting at home deciding if going to bed at 9:30 was a good idea. it turned out to be a bad one. after lying in bed for an eternally long, depressing hour i got myself out of bed and placed a call to dj who was watching a baseball game in the city. he was headed down to motorcity, a quaint little tavern in the LES with just a slight case of muscle-car madness. (ie ripped off car emblems adorn the whole damn place. from fairlanes to mustangs, there's auto imagery everywhere.) so i get myself together, plan my trip down there and take off. (i went with the G to JMZ double-fare maneuver. risky, yes, but it paid off. i got there in 25 minutes.) as a further aside, as i was walking in the rain under the JMZ to the hewes st. station with some blinking street lights and police cars racing by with full sirens i thought, "it's a good night to get murdered." seriously, the setting was straight out of a bad '70s cop movie. so i got to motorcity and i noticed the other signature attribute of this saloon. there's a 2 foot by 8 foot raised bench in a window that is occupied by a provocatively clad young lady with an ample bosom dancing up a storm to songs by great dance acts like the misfits and iron maiden. it's quite a show. the two women who danced while i was there actually made some money shaking there fannies in satin bikinis. so i had an idea...perhaps i could make some money doing the same thing. so when the "stage" was clear i jump on, pull my shirt up and start shaking it. i turn around and show everyone what my momma gave me and lo-and-behold a dollar bill is slipped down my trousers. astonishing! as i turn around to face the crowd i'm greeted by the 6'4" bouncer who simply says, "down." that quickly ended my escapade as an exotic dancer. later in the evening, while reflecting on the night as a whole i realized what a journey it had been, from the lowest low to party dude's top form. it's good to be back.

showdown

northside party dude lost this mustache competition. well played old man.