Essays, Interviews, Observations, Pop Culture, Stories, and other Dodginess

The L Word – The Movie

Posted on June 21, 2012

I just like how that looks.  The L Word – The Movie. Weren’t there rumours about it? I think so? C’mon llene, make it happen. News came out last week that HBO is considering a Bored to Death movie. And that ladies and gentlemen, we raise a pint to. I’m a big fan of the show and was looking forward to a fourth season. But I’ll take a 90 minute “Bored” film. I also wish that consideration was given to several other shows no longer on the air. So that leads to another feckin’ list.

Shows The Dodgy wants to see made into a 90 minute film, a la Bored to Death. The first one is obvious, at least to me. It’s cancellation was announced the same time as “Bored.”

How To Make It In America ~ two wonderful seasons, one less than “Bored.” Make it right, HBO. This show would have been a good compliment, I believe, to Girls. I wrote about its passing not long ago.

The L Word ~ I wasn’t crazy about that whole “Jenny is dead” finale. And who doesn’t want more Shane, arguably the sexiest character ever to grace television.

Bring back Shane – if only for 90 minutes

Lost ~ at least to make up for the shittery from the  final season. All that off-island stuff – crappo.

Millennium ~ one of the scariest feckin’ shows ever. It featured one of the best villains on TV – Sarah Jane Redmond’s Lucy Butler.

Lucy Butler

Wonderfalls ~ I never saw the show. But a lot of its loyal fans raved about its lone season. So why not?

The Wonderfalls chick

Terriers ~ another show I never caught but was beloved. I’ve always like it’s star, Donal Logue. Check him out in a gem of a film, The Tao of Steve.

Twin Peaks ~ talk about a shitty way to end. That final image of Dale Cooper yapping, “How’s Annie?” after bashing his head in a mirror – no, no, no. Well it was kind of cool. But I’d take a chance on 90 more minutes of whatever crawls out of David Lynch’s brain about this story.

Rescue Me ~ just because.

Porta Potty Blues

Posted on June 17, 2012

It’s summer, so they’re out. Mosquitoes, plastic beer cups, good bare legs, bad bare legs, and porta pottys. Those big, plastic shitboxes are surrounding summer festivals everywhere. I like to call them Blues. Sure some are green, or grey, but most I’ve seen are blue.  I’m sure everyone has a porta potty story, whether it happened inside or outside of one. I was hit on by a drunken high school girls softball coach as we waited in line for one. And who hasn’t walked into one occupied ’cause the asshat in there forgot to turn the latch to “red?”  Then again, how many of those maybe did that purposely. Lots of pervs out there. Getting away from the porta potty for a minute, but keeping within the bathroom theme, I recently walked into the men’s room of a fairly nice hotel in Northwest Indiana – I won’t say the name – but it’s the Radisson – while visiting an Irish pub that’s located there (and has no loo of its own). Anyway, some semi-permed spectacled lout was taking a shit, I assume, in a stall with the door wide open. I walked by and ignored his call out to “come here…hey come here.”

In high school there was this moron, known as Goat, who always the butt of porta potty abuse. He’d be in one of the single Blues when some of the local hooligans would start rocking it back and forth like hooligans do. And there was the time they put an M80 firecracker on top of the thing, and once, underneath it, when Goat was in there. If he hadn’t shit by then he most certainly did when the wick ran out.

There was also an acquaintance of our group at a festival not long ago who discovered a full cup of beer in a Blue and proceeded to take it out with him and drink it.

I rekindled a romance near one at Whiting’s Peirogi Fest last year when I saw Angela, an ex-girlfriend, stroll out of a Blue. It lasted until her current boyfriend strolled out of another one a minute later.

Porta pottys always seem to just “be there” suddenly. I’ve never seen them delivered, dropped off, raised, lowered, or trucked out by anybody. They’re there and they’re gone. Although a friend of mine says he knew of someone who did that work and it involved some kind of vehicle he called “the shit truck.” Some festivals now even truck in a “bathroom trailer” as a replacement or more sanitary addition to porta pottys.

There is no pic for this post. I suppose I could have arranged to have a unique porta pic. But there are plenty of ha-ha images online. A wedding couple in a Blue…one being hauled around on a bike…one exploding. There are some simply of a person posing in or next to it, almost as if they’re at the Blarney Stone. At least they’re lips aren’t pressed against one.

You’ll Never Beat the Irish…Well, Maybe

Posted on June 14, 2012

Mixed bag Thursday. A new interview on the horizon. More on that later in the post. But first…

There are some really creative titles of fashion blogs out there in the sphere. Here are a few of my favorites, in no particular order:

  • Smells Like Fashion
  • Beauty in Insanity
  • Grand Theft Thrift
  • Clothe the Tiger
  • A Pair and A Square
  • Can You Pass The Glitter?
  • High-Stiched Voice

Game of Thrones ~ It’s been on for two seasons now. The character names are wondrous. Think anyone has named their babies after one of them? Here’s my list of the best female character names on the show. It almost sounds like a bunch of gals auditioning for Celtic Woman or a sort like that.

  • Cersei
  • Arya
  • Daenerys
  • Sansa
  • Shae
  • Doreah
  • Osha
  • Ros

Random Fashion Pic ~ Awhile back I poked fun of the cheerleading uniforms of one Valparaiso University. I mean, they’re brown. But it looks better for softball, I think, as evident of this pic I took once of one of the players. I like the belt. Looks old-school baseball.

Euro 2012 ~ I’m not an expert at this football. I prefer to watch only surrounded by sporty drunks in Chicago bars. But this song, The Rocky Road to Poland, was recorded as the official theme for the Republic of Ireland team. It’s your typical, Irish, sing-along drinky-drinky song. I like it. “You’ll Never Beat the Irish” is one of the best lines in it. But…it seems you can beat them. Not doing so well. I guess it literally is a rocky road even once your in Poland.  But the song is sorta cool.

The New Interview ~ The next interview for The Dodgy is an accomplished composer whose music was featured in New York, I Love You and in Gimme the Loot, the Grand Jury Prize winner at SXSW 2012. Look for it next week.