I'm not sure if I should even bring this up officially

This is a miniature post just to let everyone know that, even though there was a brief scare, I have been approved to have Thanksgiving off from work and will be joining the entire weekend event as scheduled. Thank you.

Moore female input than you bargained for...

That's right guys. Hillary is in the running for the democrats, and Demi is in the running for Thanksgiving. I knew that one day I would be inspired to nomimate a woman for this honored position, and so I will let my nominee's very best and very worst work make its own case...

St. Elmo's Fire - a cocaine addicted Moore gives us another excuse to watch an overrated 80's classic
The Butcher's Wife - "it's not about meat, it's about magic" - a tagline like this spells winner
Striptease - because when was the last time we deeply pondered the trials and tribulations of the exotic dancing single mom?
Ghost - the straight man's excuse to get the Swayze you crave

Think about it....

A rebutal to Johnathon Taylor

First of all…why am I carrying this on my back? where is b.kester? more importantly, where is the constantly absent female voice that we all crave? constantly do I crave. rarely am I satisfied. a brief Russell in the wind if you will?

secondly. t-giving is the complete absence of family. that is the point. I almost got teary eyed with j. t. sagawa’s over sentimentality, but quickly realized we are dealing with a mastermind of mind control. The psychologist almost won. he almost brought tears. that conniving sorcerer. but not this time. I checked my emotions at the door, and merely stated that the eighth ink blot did in fact look like a piece of poop. family! family! of all the outrageous claims. you want to talk family? here is what j. t. sagawa does to his family.



with family like j.t. sagawa, who needs family.

Thanksgiving may be about love and affection, memories of splendor, but the t-giving blog has but one purpose…to belittle each other to the point of disdain so we have something to spite each other about come holiday. for what is a holiday with people you unabashedly love? nothing. it is nothing.

For all his faults, I will give j.t. an approving nod, and say that this, the brothers Baldwin may just be the first serious nomination of the season. Not that Radcliff was the worst nomination of the year, but it was. With the Brothers B the possibilities are endless, and the idea, can I say original. Freudian to say the least, or at least Jung at heart.

I will not throw a candidate into the ring, still chewing, mulling over this dare I say brilliant nomination. If it does not garner a win, perhaps a Genius Grant from the McCrther Foundation for this bright young star, a pugilist of psyche to say the least.

And if not Bonzo, what about…

T-Giving is About Family

My dear San Diegans,

Please accept my sincerest apologies. My priorities have been severely out of shape lately and I have neglected the very event that has been so faithful to me over the years...t-giving. Yet, in honor of this great festivity, I refuse to submit myself to complaint and despair. Rather, I give thanks...thanks to the many years of laugher, tears, and inebriating drinks. Oh, the Pabini's were good to us. That necter and Pabst Blue Ribbon combination cannot be beat! I give thanks to the good years (MJ Fox), the dark years (Tim Allen), and to the years ahead (Grodin? Radcliff?). But most of all I give thanks for the FAMILY we have started. And isn't this what it is all about? My brothers, let us remember why we are here, and as brothers, let us move forward to our sixth year with pride. In reverence to this...I believe a nomination is due. But who could possibly represent us with the dignity and respect we deserve? Who would adequately represent the incredible bond we have created?



And don't forget Daniel and Billy!

And the silence Continues?

Here we are, a mere 46 days away from opening night, and the contingency from Pasadena remains silent. No rebuttal. No defense. Not even a timid comment. Well what is San Diego to do? Wait until the night before the festivities? What are we Procrastinating Pasadenites? No we are Straight Forward San Diegans. We know when to get busy. This is a challenge, to the two silent towers posted in the far away Pasadena. The only excuse is if every minute of every day is spent preparing the site for this years festivities. Pine cone wreaths, table top cornucopias, Pumpkin displays of sheer delight, etc. If this is not the case, woe to the neglectors of the t-giving blog.

On other fronts. I will highly commend B. Kester for breaking the all important nudity barrier on the blog. Seeing Radcliff’s naked bottom, oh boy, oh boy. But alas, other than the obvious delight of knowing that the nubile young man has been fully nude on stage, his screen credits stretch only as far as the small pair of briefs that would be needed to cover that aforementioned bottom. Once again, great joke Mr. Kester, good joke.

Pasadena, I implore you to write. This is a dialogue, not a San Diego Monologue. With all of my heart, I implore you.

Also, I am posting a film below for consideration for first night. but there are more to come.

- lowell

The Presence and Depth We'll All Have to Wise Up to Anyway At Some Point, So Let's Be The First

Let me clear the air by saying I'm sorry. I'm sorry to Lowell for not responding to his recent blog efforts. Lowell: we all know you laid your cajones on the line as the first one to speak after a long, uncomfortable tuft in our Thanksgiving blog relationship. Now let's be men, no offense Lauren, and move past this little foul up. I'm sorry.

What we have before us is of the utmost importance. All year long we talk the talk, but now, in this season of brotherhood, thanksgiving, and decadence, it is time to show our true colors. Though Lowell's nomination was ill received I cannot deny that I have secretly yurned for Grodin's presence at the head of our table. The acting wingspan of this Sultan In A Knit Sweater is unimitable, unimaginable, unforgettable. The subtly of his bite and the brutality of his humaness make him stand head and shoulders above his competitors. Who's heart did not leap at the climax of Beethoven when he breaks through the glass ceiling (he does all his own stunts) and exclaims "Give me back my damn dog" ? Yes, Charles Grodin is such an outstanding nomination, I almost can't talk about anything else.

However, there is an emerging actor that demands recognition. Scoffers will scoff, jokers will joke, and even preachers will preach condemnation of this man's controversial films. But this actor is continually proving that he has a presence and a depth that demands the attention of a sophisticated audience. He has charmed us for years. We have watched him mature. And then he took his clothes off and won the praise of critics everywhere. He was a boy heart throb and now he is the man of the future, and I suggest we be the first to usher in his reign. Hail Daniel Radcliffe.

Let's Get it Started, Let's Get Retarded

As you know, I am a huge black eyed peas fan.

As you also know, the festive and most important holiday season is upon us. That is right, official nominating season begins, as always on the 19th of September, a mere 63 days away from opening festivities at the annual Joey, Lauren, Lowell, and newly added Brad Thanksgiving Extravaganza.

Perhaps this is only me, but i have very little to look forward to, so this is literally and figuratively, even imaginatively, the highlight of my year.

So I will throw a hat into the ring. I will mark the official begining. Mind you, in no way am i "pulling a slater" or "Kuffing Up" as we saw with the sad but overly eager nomination of everyone's favorite 5th place nominee Christian Slater. This is the real deal, no more "Swartzengering" around. Let us see what we can "Russell" up here by moving away from the past. Hmm, someone debonair, someone mysterious, someone, so enigmatic that vomit has never even thought of exiting their mouths, yes, this someone has been around for ages, has spanned every genre, has bantered America to ecstacy with their own talk show. I will no longer delay, but will only list a few of the winning films, then post a beauty shot of the man, the myth, the grail we seek.

Clifford
Beethoven
So I married an Axe Murderer
Midnight Run
Beethoven's 2nd
Heart and Souls
Dave
Grown-Ups
and perhaps his best work
The Great Muppet Caper

A man whose dry, yet slightly creamy sarcasm cuts this deep deserves nothing less than the spotlight, or at least the guest of honor position.



That is right, The Venerable Charles Grodin. Point, Set, Match.