A Decade of Dead Drunkards
For ten years, the kids over at The Old Blue Eyes Celebrity Death Watch have provided "a small place on the web, tracking the demise of the rich and famous for fun and games!" In this day of high-fangled flashy graphics and integrated Google maps of morbidity, this site has remained extremely simple. It's just a few smart asses getting their prognosticatory snark on, which is kinda nice.

Celebrating the Criminal
Coming next month, the vanguards of ephemera are at it again with: Found Magazine #5 - The Crime Issue, featuring: prison guard poetry found notes about arson, pot, and self-amputation academic crime crimes of the heart found eyeballs found crack Sounds like a night out with Lindsay, Paris, Whitney, Britney and Sandy Duncan all rolled into one.

Photographer Chase Jarvis is well known for creating dynamic pop culture and athletic images. He's one of those superstar photographers you would be madly jealous-of, if you were a talentless hater. Which I'm so, so sure you're not.

OH! He's also cute, well-respected, 35ish and married -- to a lady, even! His online gallery is here and he has a blog, of course.

That's why it's even more frustrating nice to know Mr. Jarvis is involved with Blue Earth Alliance, an organization dedicated to preserving powerful images and creating a thorough record of the stories so many of us miss in these days of Posh and Becks. They raise millions to make sure journalism stays vibrant, engaging and educational.

And by they, I do not mean V and D - but since were speaking of communicable, here's a few of the Alliance's documentary projects that caught my eye.

Angel Island: The Ellis Island of the West
Photography by Lydia Lum

This project aims to collect photos and stories from the few remaining survivors of one of last century's classic examples of white people bullshit.

You see, between 1910 and 1940, more than 175,000 Chinese men, women and children were detained on an island in San Francisco Bay. Many languished for years in this prison camp which was built, at taxpayer expense, to "protect American jobs" from immigrants. White politicians claimed these foreigners would destroy America.

Sound familiar?

The Glass Between Us: Reflections on Urban Creatures
Photography by Rebecca Norris Webb

Being that I am not fond of zoos, I find this collection of photographs disconcerting and downright creepy.

Both Sides of the Line
Photography by Steve Simon

Blame Canada for this "5,500 mile road trip crisscrossing the imaginary line that makes up the largest undefended border in the world."

Blue Earth Alliance Website

The 1978 Japanese version of Spiderman, featuring Portuguese subtitles and first generation Transformers.

Third generation vampiric Nellie Olsen (previously performed by Kirsten Dunst) tells Broadway musical versions of Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt that she, much like iconic Veruca Salt, wants more and wants it now. My Gay (Undead) Dads, featuring the music of Elton John.

A Vangelis inspired soundtrack adds a certain je ne sais quoi to a montage of little Melissa Gilbert facing her weekly moral dillema on La Petite Maison dans la Prairie.

Coming to you live from Jerusalem: Isralei drag queens, in vintage Donna Martin, perform the seminal Puerto Rican ode to the United States.

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And so it seems that the final page of the Harry Potter saga has been turned - leaving this trifling prognosticator confused.

Hermione shot J.R.?

Perhaps that illegal download was unwise. Nevertheless, one does wonder the future fate of younglings interested in delving further into the Black Magicks. While Dark Willow re-mixes will forever grace the screens of YouTube, that's simply not enough for those of us who utter, "Oh, Holy Hecate!" when the time is right...for blight.

With that it mind, let us pry open the Tomes of Terror to unearth a few spells overlooked by the bildungsroman Ms. Rowling calls bankroll.

A clickable compendium is below, with more details available after the jump.

I was incredibly delighted to see that the wonderfully trippy Quasi at the Quackadero has made its way onto YouTube. Animated by Sally Cruikshank, this little gem of 1970's underground filmmaking fueled many marijuana-induced ruminations in the backseats of Mustangs all across this great nation.

For those of you who were still a fresh, unhatched egg in the 1970's -- and perhaps forever genetically altered by a marijuana-induced rumination in the backseat of a Mustang -- Ms. Cruikshank may still be of interest to you. She animated numerous shorts for Sesame Street from 1989 - 2000.

As for you hard-to-impress gays, the animator lent her skills to the opening credits of Bette Midler's Ruthless People.

While you will have to click on this link (Quasi at the Quackadero) to watch the film directly, those of you interested in a little back story might appreciate a vintage interview with the animator, featured below.

Ms. Cruikshank, quite naturally, has a blog: Fun On Mars.
Her bio is here: Muppet Wiki.

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I’d like to share a refreshingly red-necked group of performers known as the Antsy McClain and the Trailer Park Troubadours.

I recently saw these folks perform on a recent trip home to Kentucky to visit my family. One if the highlights of the trip was attending a street festival that celebrated old-school Country, Bluegrass and Brazilian samba.

Don't look so surprised, contrary to popular belief, Southerners can appreciate some south of the border ass-shaking. We just do it in line-dance formation. In starched Wranglers. With a General Lee replica in the parking lot. It's the South,y'all...we've never been quite right.

Anyway, this rag-tag team of professional musicians have been making the rounds, sharing a delightful repertoire of songs that celebrate the experiences of the working poor and marginally middle-classed.

I know that sounds...well...boring, but I didn't quite have the heart to say, "They is white trash who done good."

While rockabilly isn’t everyone’s cup of Lipton instant tea, I do hope a few of you might enjoy some of the following:

June is Homosexual History Month.

Somewhere, out there on the inter-tubes, you'll find a well-intentioned, queerical obsessed do-gooder who will inform you how gay history changed one June morning.

But let's keep it simple, sugar - remedial rainbow*, so to speak:

June 1969	A nation at war.
NYC	No Starbucks. No Whole Foods. No hope.
Judy Garland	Diagnosed dead.
The Gays	Drunk. Drunker. Drunkest.
The Po-Po	Belligerently assholic.
A Drag Queen	"PIG, let go my wig!"
Tempers	Flared.
Mascara	Ran....and so did the cops when a riotous melee ensued

We gays have come a long way from those days, although we still wax our pecs. Still, there's much to celebrate -- whether its gay proms or gay moms or Uncle Thoms who'll adopt a Guatemalan brother and sister and name them Will and Grace.

And for you uppity Tom (Ford) fronting bitches, never forget that modern gay history began in a badly-lit barroom brawl steeped in the stench of piss, regret and poppers.

And while dip-shittery, douche-baggery and the D-Listed, D-cupped décolletage of drugged-up debutantes is today's latest gay rage - we must still honor our past.

The good news is that since we am what we is, we can keep it fresh....and kind of zany!

That's why, in this homo-rific holiday season, I'd like to share the charming, clever, and completely off-kilter antics of JudyCast. I puddle in my slacks every time I tune in!

In honor of Father's Day, The Trifling Prognosticator has curated a cinematic smorgasbord of Satanic Spawn and a host of Heavenly Fathers.

The top ten Tuberific terrors await - after the jump.

Paris Hilton's mug shot, when filtered through futuristic facial recognition software that shifts and bends reality as easily as her publicist, revealed some shocking secrets that, in retrospect, no longer seem to matter.

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The Mirror has Two Faces, y'all!

The genetic mix: two-parts fascist alien enemy (one part gym teacher)

and a wee-bit, frequently-inebriated Brit.