Distracting You

Some of you may have noticed that I'm ranting less this week. I've been scouring all my regular news sources for this week's Dickhead, and I think I may have figured out why I'm having difficulty choosing one. It's not so much that there are too damned many Dickheads, although many Dickheads there are. It's more that they all lead to one man: our Dickhead-in-Chief.

My own internal B&E rules keep me from naming our Dickhead-in-Chief Dickhead of the Week. Dickheads, in my view, are the lackeys, the ones who do the Dickhead-in-Chief's bidding or peform Dickheadedness on a local level, you know, less important Dickheads, but Dickheads nonetheless. All the news this week, however, leads right into the office of the Dickhead-in-Chief, and it's getting difficult to put the Dickheadedness upon the underlings. But I will stick to my guns and resist breaking my own rules, for without rules, there is chaos.

In the meantime, let's talk about Brokeback Mountain. Not Brokeback Mountain, specifically, but the public's attitude toward Brokeback Mountain. The New York Times has an article about how men's writings along the lines of I-don't-have-a-problem-with-people-being-gay-but-I-don't-want-to-watch-two-cowboys-getting-it-on has waned (Larry David actually wrote quite a funny one on the Times op-ed page when the movie first came out). In their wake, however, Brokeback trailer parodies are everywhere. Some are even funny. DailySixer has a bunch. My favorite (so far) is Brokeback to the Future.

Also, another anecdote, you know, just to keep you from noticing that I'm not writing anything of substance...

Phillip Seymour Hoffman and Capote director Bennett Miller have known each other since they were teenagers. Back then, when they were fantasizing about winning such things as Oscars, they made a pact with a third friend that the first to win an Oscar would have to bark his acceptance speech like a dog, and continue until they get hauled off stage. Boy, here's hoping...