When The Last Temptation of Christ originally opened on August 12, 1988, it was playing at the Northpoint Theater in San Francisco. This was not one of my usual movie venues in The City, but there was such buzz about the film I wanted to see it nevertheless. I don’t remember who I saw it with, although it was probably Philip, a very cute bear I was dating whom I met—at The Detour nonetheless—the night of the Pride Parade the previous June.
Philip is a story unto himself and maybe someday I’ll share it. He’s no longer with us, another victim of the early 90s, so I’ll be kind because I do have mostly fond memories of our time together.
Anyhow, the release of the film was highly controversial, drawing significant protests, which led Universal to release it six weeks earlier than originally planned. Despite opening in only 123 theaters across the United States and Canada, it grossed over $400,000 in its opening weekend.
Frankly, I’m surprised it grossed that much.
The film didn’t move me one way or another. The strongest memories I have of it (I only saw it that once) was of the dream sequence (?) Jesus was having as he hung on the cross wherein had gone on to live a “normal” life and raise a family, and the protestors who greeted us as we left the theater, threatening us with hellfire and eternal damnation.
I do remember laughing in their faces.
But the music was ambient and haunting, and that’s what prompted me to purchase (and recently repurchase) the CD. With a few exceptions, I’ve never been a fan of Peter Gabriel’s work, but for some reason Passion really captured me.
Yeah, there was a lot of shit going on in the 60s, but compared to today… it almost seems amusing. Thankfully we had a lot of really good television; television (and television stars) that weren’t appreciated nearly as much as they are now.
𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗜𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 is a 1981 American psychological biographical drama film directed by Frank Perry and starring Faye Dunaway, Steve Forrest, Mara Hobel, and Diana Scarwid, with supporting performances from Rutanya Alda, Howard da Silva, Jocelyn Brando, Alice Nunn and Xander Berkeley in his feature film debut.
Adapted from Christina Crawford’s 1978 autobiography of the same name, the film follows her and her brother Christopher’s upbringing by their adoptive mother Joan Crawford depicting her as abusive, controlling, and manipulative, constantly prioritizing her Hollywood career over her family.
I saw this opening night in the theater. While it’s considered high camp today, some of these scenes remain as deeply disturbing as they were 45 years ago.
Perhaps Bobby Brainworm should stop worrying about non-existent chemtrails and START DOING HIS FUCKING JOB.
The recall of nearly 2,700 hand soaps distributed in Texas and 14 other states was upgraded as a Class II recall because of possible bacterial contamination.
Intercon Chemical Co., a Missouri-based manufacturer, initiated therecall in June, according to a U.S. Food and Drug Administration enforcement report. The FDA reclassified the recall in September.
A Class II designation means exposure to a recalled product may cause temporary or medically reversible health problems, but the likelihood of serious health consequences is considered remote, according to the FDA.
The recall covers six liquid and foaming hand soaps sold under the Intercon, Clearly Better, Summit, Vestis and Laura Lynn names.
The products were distributed to 19 wholesalers and one retailer in Texas, California, Georgia, Illinois, Iowa, Maryland, Mississippi, Nebraska, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Washington and Wisconsin.
The FDA did not identify the Texas businesses or facilities that received the products.
Two products – Intercon Foaming Pear Hand Soap With Aloe and Clearly Better by Intercon Foaming Pear Hand Soap With Aloe – may contain several bacteria, including Pseudomonas aeruginosa, Pseudomonas putida, Pseudomonas monteilii, Serratia marcescens and Serratia nematodiphila, according to the enforcement report.
The other four products were recalled because of potential bacterial contamination, though the FDA report did not specify which bacteria may be present.
The affected products are:
*Intercon Foaming Pear Hand Soap With Aloe: 28.7 fluid ounces, UPC 789745002981. The recall covers 693 cases with lot codes AF97312, 26-01001 and 26-01803.
*Clearly Better by Intercon Foaming Pear Hand Soap With Aloe: 1,000 milliliters, or 34 fluid ounces, UPC 789745002615. The recall covers 143 cases with lot codes 26-01001 and 26-01803.
*Summit 150 Foaming Hand Soap: 28.7 fluid ounces, UPC 810080570030. The recall covers 1,040 cases with lot codes BF97303, BF97304 and BF97305.
*Vestis Foaming Hand Soap, Fresh Pear Scent: 33.8 fluid ounces, UPC 810080570405. The recall covers 225 cases with lot code 26-03091.
*Laura Lynn Honey Apple Crisp Liquid Hand Soap: 8 fluid ounces, UPC 086854074305. The recall covers 301 cases with lot codes C3576 and 26-01804.
*Laura Lynn Foaming Pear Scent Hand Soap with Moisturizers: 7.5 fluid ounces, UPC 08685407408. The recall covers 294 cases with lot code 26-01001.
Best-by dates for the recalled soaps range from November 2026 through May 2028.
People who have one of the recalled products should stop using it and contact the retailer or distributor for instructions about returns or disposal. Consumers can compare the product name, size, UPC, lot code and best-by date with the information in the FDA report.
Vice President JD Vance attacked the Rev. Adam Hamilton the Democratic nominee for the U.S. Senate in Kansas, because Hamilton’s Church of the Resurrection was one of dozens of sponsors of Kansas City PrideFest. Vance said Hamilton “proudly supported a drag group called Our Ladies of Perpetual Indulgence.” No organization by that name exists.
Vance called the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence “the devil worshiping group that was saying special blessings before LA Dodgers games” and “an anti-Christian hate group.” The Sisters are a 47-year-old volunteer order of queer and trans nuns founded in San Francisco on Easter weekend 1979. They raise money for community nonprofits and produced Play Fair!, a 1982 pamphlet that was among the earliest AIDS-era prevention resources.
The Dodgers did not invite the Sisters to bless games. The Los Angeles chapter received a Community Hero Award before the June 16, 2023, Pride Night game, recognizing decades of charitable work.
Sister Roma, a prominent member of the founding San Francisco order, told The Advocate, “If he was talking about the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, our name isn’t the only thing the vice president got wrong,” and added: “We do not mock nuns, we are nuns.” Hamilton’s campaign said Resurrection fed more than 45,000 people, distributed nearly 60,000 children’s books and built affordable housing in 2025.
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I had a vague idea of how CDs were manufactured, having seen more than a few videos from back in the day. When this came up on my feed I almost dismissed it until I saw the date stamp. This was new. Things have changed a bit since the 80s. And it left me in awe.
Okay, in the interest of full disclosure, I loved Orville’s album of duets, Stampede.
Cowboys Are Frequently Fond Of Each Other, Midnight Ride, the famous Glen Campbell song Rhinestone Cowboy, and You’re An Asshole I Can’t Stand You And I Want A Divorce, are probably my favorite tracks, but I have to say his latest album, Mule, grabs me in a way this one only brushes against me.
“the gas prices are gonna go down down down down down … God has been saying for a long time that gas prices are going down.”
hang on, what? God has a holy hand in our nation’s energy policies, and he’s been saying what?
may I just interject a moment? can I just point out a thing that the god-botherers overlook, when they’re forever telling us what God has up his sleeve? if there were a God, and he wanted to gas prices to go down, they would already be down. he would just snap his fingers, and boom — manifested. that’s the way omnipotence works, bro.
I mean, once you’ve let-there-be-lighted the entire universe into existence with a hand-wave, rigging the price of dinosaur juice should be piece of cake, no?
come on, let’s have a little critical thinking here. if God wanted cheap gas, would He really have sent the dumbest halfwit on the planet to clownfuck his way into an unwinnable don’t-you-dare-call-it-a-war on Iran, and get the Strait or Hormuz shut down?
of course not.
I mean, there’s ‘working in mysterious ways,’ and then there’s complete batshit insanity.
tuesday: and god said, ‘let there be even stupider’
holy shit, the Almighty is sure having a busy week. here’s our other favorite god-bothering grifto-vangelist, Lance Wallnau, to play a vigorous round of ‘words, what do they even mean?’
“‘but I will pour out my spirit,’ the prophet said, ‘and your sons and daughters will prophesy. old men will have dreams.’ what does that mean? it means we’re going to have an upgraded AI supernatural prophetic capacity of prophetic intelligence. God’s gonna raise it.”
what did we all just listen to? what is this fuck-jumble of buzzwords? ‘an upgraded AI supernatural prophetic capacity of’ — wait,is the holy spirit turning itself into some kind of janky plagiarism robot? is that what we’re being told to get ready for?
oh, that’s just what we need: Jesus, but with six fingers and a propensity for hallucinating fake facts.
and, as AI Jesus so wisely counseled us in his Sermon on the Mount, ‘blessed are the grifters, for they shall separate the gullible from their money.’
what’s the deal here, is this some new cybernetic deity that we all need to grovel in front of?
no, not at all. what this is, is a naked cash-grab cooked up by Wallnau. he’s just vomiting out a bunch of high-tech-sounding mumbo-jumbo in order to get the rubes to plunk down their hard-earned dough on some farkakta conference he’s holding.
ace job, Lance. bravo — you’ve really brought grifting into the 21st century.
wednesday: and god said, ‘let there be even stupider than that’
we’re also looking at chemtrails, and the emissions from, uh, aircraft, and those potential impacts on health.”
Bobby, I beg of you — please don’t. it’s bad enough that people are now dropping dead from entirely-preventable measles, and being turned into human shit-geysers. please don’t waste the entire country’s time on the completely imaginary issue of chemtrails. they don’t exist.
what a great idea it was, to put a heroin-off-a-toilet-seat-snorting, dead-whale-head-chainsawing crackpot in charge of our nation’s health and well-being.
what could possibly go wrong?
look, as Janky Plagiarism Jesus also so sagely counseled us in his Sermon on the Six-Fingered Mount, ‘blessed are the meme creators, for they shall win the internet,’ so without further adieu—
Only one communist regime—East Germany (the German Democratic Republic)—built an explicit physical wall (the Berlin Wall and the Inner German border fortifications) directly through an urban area or around an enclave to stop its own citizens from mass defection. [1, 2]
it’s all so bone-crushingly stupid. the GOP, in a hair-on-fire panic over their coming electoral bloodbath in the midterms, have cranked their anti-commie hysteria into overdrive — but it’s incoherent as fuck.
the fucking idiot tried to pull this shit during his first term, and he failed — because despite the fucking idiot’s best efforts, we will have a First Amendment in this country. see you in court, asshole.
the fucking idiot had exactly one public event on his Friday schedule: an Oval Bordello dog-and-pony show, ostensibly about healthcare. but of course the fucking idiot immediately veered off topic.
oh look, the fucking idiot is still carrying a grudge about that time last year, when he got escalatored to smithereens at the United Nations.
this is why we gif shit for posterity’s sake — so that a year later, we can play it back and remind everyone that the fucking idiot and his Slovenian rent-a-wife were never in any danger.
look, the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled press had better get their act together and sound the alarm against this authoritarian bullshit, or it won’t be long before they completely lose the right to ever stand up and ask, ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’
and how fucking idiotic will that be?
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
drlisalippman: One second they are lying on the floor. The next they are flying past you, ears back, taking the couch like a hurdle, doing a ful lap of the living room like the house just turned into a racetrack. Then just as suddenly, they stop, sides heaving, looking very pleased with themselves. Every dog owner has had this experience.
Vets actually have a name for it. We call it a FRAP, a Frenetic Random Activity Period. And it is not your dog being silly or overtired. It is happiness that built up faster than they could spend it any other way.
Dogs store energy and feeling all day in a body that mostly just walks and waits. A FRAP is the release valve. It shows up most after a bath, right when you get home, late at night when the day finally goes quiet, any moment relief or joy hits harder than usual. The zoomies are not random at all. They are what pure, uncomplicated happiness looks like when it has nowhere else to go but their legs.
A lot of dogs even run the same signature route every time, the same loop around the same furniture like the path is already mapped out in their head before they take off. If yours always rounds the couch the same direction or always ends with a slide into the same rug, that is not your imagination. Many dogs genuinely have a personal track.
The gentle note I always include, because real change matters. A dog who suddenly starts doing this so hard they crash into furniture, or who seems distressed rather than gleeful during it, is worth a mention to your vet. But your dog absolutely losing it around the living room for no reason at all? That is just joy, taking a victory lap.
I’ve said it before: all journalists should just stop reporting on his rallies, press briefingsego fluffing sessions, and accordion-hands announcements. Stop hanging on every word that spews from his rancid anus-mouth. He’s a malignant narcissist and if you stop giving him attention it will cut off his oxygen more effectively than anything else.
