Happy Birthday Charo!

Best celebrity moment ever.

Ultimate gay that I am, I practically hyperventilated when my 80s icon, Charo, came in to our studio for an interview a few months ago.

Under normal circumstances, I would never approach someone for a photo in a professional situation. But it was my one chance, so I bent the rules a little. On the sly, I asked the producer who set up the interview if I could get a quick picture with Charo.

She was amazing. "Choo want picture with me?" she asked, eyes sparkling. She's quite stunning and every bit as energetic in person. "JES! Of courth! Jew are gorgeous!" Then she pulled me by the waist, gave me a big hug and kissed me on both cheeks as I snapped this photo with my camera-phone.

That's right. Charo says I'm gorgeous. And I believe her.

Working Bitches

Trey! Buster! Monkey!

Monkey? Yes, monkey -- the dog.

Makes sense to me, because she's cute. I can make sense out of just about anything if it's adorable enough.

Today was dog day at the office. We've gone to the dogs. Friday is dog-gone fun. Sniff my butt. Those are my dog jokes.

Sadly, Buster had to go before I could take a picture. Son of a bitch couldn't control himself. The whimpering and barking and trying to chase the other puppies around got annoying and his mommy had enough. Back to the pound!

No, no, she just took him home.

Here's Monkey playing with her Jimmy Chew toy. Jimmy Chew! Now that's good satire.



We had an office dog at my last gig called Chica. She was part of our guest relations team, calmly sitting with customers while they waited. This is Chica in action:
Best employee ever. She was my favorite. None of my other co-workers chased the mail lady.

Kitty!

Not the best shot, but when a baby tiger is four feet in front me I just can't let a moment like that go by. By far the best part of working on the Paramount lot are random transformer displays and baby tiger sightings.

Wrecked

Oy! Seriously hurting today. Lots of tequila and very little sleep. I'll never learn. Never!! I was really on a tear last night, too.



One of many groups of ghouls grooving on my Prison Bitch costume apparently thought I was being a bit of a brat in reply to their cat calls. At least one chick said something about me being rude. Moi? If she wanted to get all upset and offended, I figured why stop now and snapped at her to shut the fuck up. That's how logical I am when I'm piss drunk, instead of saying something like "Just kidding! Get over it bitches!"

Leave it to me to insult complete strangers who compliment my awesome abs.

Halloweenie

Halloween is a freak-fest and I love it. Plus, it's the one day of the year it's okay to take candy from strangers.

I'm not revealing my costume just yet -- it's nothing major, I just like to be dramatic. In the meantime, here are some pics from years past and my mom as a witch.





three's companyTotally 80's guy & my friend Genie
blowing the whistle on genie
discoSLUT & genie
genie is a photo whore
mr. bernard is dead
ravashing
wonder woman makes toquitoes
da gang's all here