Media diet

Good Night, and Good Luck. Edward G. Murrow bio-pic pretends Cold War was a contest of wills between liberal white male newscasters and the ghost of Senator McCarthy.

Noah's Ark. Patrick-Ian Polk's sepia take on the 'Queer as Folk' genre, now running on Logo, is notable primarily for casting a high femme as lead and not making him a pinkface minstrel a la Jack on Will&Grace. But all those chiselled abs and high cheekbones will collapse whatever is left of your body image.

Little Britain. Now playing on BBC America. There is a God, and he is the only gay in the village.

Do They Know Its Halloween? Hilarious hipster spoof on the whole Sir Bob Geldof charity single genre. Just in time for the Holidays.

Dolly Parton's new album. Sixties-era protest songs from Ms. Parton? Who says country can't be political?

Then Go Ahead & Suck It Anyway!

Still reeling from the disappointment of this promised article about gay sex being the new frontier for straight men never actually appearing in the NYT Thursday Styles section, we contented ourselves with this dated but still hilarious article about the predatory virtues of staying in the closet.

Return of the blog

Took N--o and M--c to Grace Church on Broadway, for the blessing of the animals. Apparently, before we arrived, the priest asked the congregation to duck behind the pews and raise their pets, so that it looked like just dogs were in attendance. Hilarious.

After the blessing, J--h regaled us with stories of grilling on the deck of her boyfriend's boat floating off the south of Manhattan. M--c and I floated off for afternoon yoga at Integral Yoga (om shanti om shanti) and then took in the Yinka Shonibare opening in Chelsea, where S--h threatened to hire me away to Cornell, if only I were willing to exchange Ithaca for New York City. As if.

We exchanged Chelsea for the East Village, ending the night at a fundraiser for New Orlean Jazz musicians at the Nuyorican. It was worth it for Reggie Cabico's priceless impersonating a clueless would-be Angelina Jolie-type singing about Africa: "Don't know much about Africa ... but I did see Whoopi Goldberg in Sarafina."