At last! The quartet is complete again.

While these four men lived to varying degrees as ridiculous gay stereotypes on stage, TV and screen--at least from today's perspectives--they still managed to carve out their unique and rather successful niches in an industry and a world that frankly hated gay people. I was at once fascinated and amused and sometimes horrified by what they seemed to represent when I was a kid--but Paul Lynde played Uncle Arthur on Bewitched and my middle name is Arthur and I felt a kinship with him that I couldn't easily articulate in my early teens and that was all enough to make us soul brothers as far as I was concerned. These four made me feel less alone in the late 1970s and early 1980s as I figured out I was gay and what gay meant in the larger world. I know some of them lived tortured personal lives because of their homosexuality, but I thank them for what they gave me and I hope they're finally at peace ... and unapologetically gayin' it up together again wherever they are.

Why I’ve done nothing more than fold laundry very slowly on the couch all night:

No dishes. No dusting. No vacuuming. No bedroom cleanup. Just hours of YouTube archives of brilliantly funny, delightfully indignant, sexily British, total-current-crush John Oliver.

Great-read books that rose to the tops of the piles in tonight’s brief excavation of the storage unit:

Two are bipolar. Two are totally gay. One is a fascinating historical-fiction fantasia (Let the Great World Spin—read it!). One is the pre-McSteamy actual reference book that I received for Christmas 1981 back when I had dreams of being an ER doctor. But it qualifies as a great read only if you really REALLY want it to be.

'Till my garters break

When your pain meds have worn off and for some reason FX disappeared from your channel lineup with last week’s ImOn system upgrade and you’ve thought Fosse/Verdon has been getting draggy and dull anyway and you decide to give up trying to watch it and just go to bed. But gently. Because going to bed using Fosse moves would make your head explode.

I know it’s May The Fourth Be With You Day

but in space no one can tell the difference between franchises so this is still relevant.

I just laughed waaaaay too hard at this ...

What’s gayer:

that tonight I folded all my hoodies in (generally) the same size and stacked them to be put away for summer in the order of the rainbow, that I actually own hoodies in every color of the rainbow, or that I did it all while watching Fosse/Verdon?

Wating in line. Being on TV.

I know, Art Deco Dude—I have to be in line for Jimmy Fallon at 3:15

You don’t have to shout.

I never knew that crooning the theme to Love Boat with a full orchestra was at the top of my bucket list, but I just found out it was and I JUST CROSSED IT OFF

I’m at the Fpitzprobe so I was just a placeholder singer, but the experience was surprisingly awesome—and as awesomely cheesy as a grown-up '70s kid could ever want.

Our soloist is in for a supreme treat when he croons it onstage. All we'll be missing is a cameo by Adrienne Barbeau.

You know those pop-out glass balconies on the Skydeck of the Willis (née Sears) Tower in Chicago?

Six years ago I went to a fancy-schmancy fundraiser up there with a bunch of fancy-schmancy gay guys I barely knew ... on what ended up being the foggiest evening in perhaps all of Chicago history.

But we wouldn't let the weather ruin our party. As they say: When life gives you fog, make Charlie's Angles poses with your fellow fags.

Or something like that.

In case you can’t watch the shit salad on television tonight, here’s a helpful summary in book form

Here's your one chance ...

I probably shouldn’t have been so cavalier about living my life effortlessly free and clear on my bipolar meds this morning, because by noon I was sliding into a depressive episode fast enough that I left work and came home to crash. But five hours of sleep and shovelfuls of leftover Christmas comfort food have brought me back from the brink. Seeing Kelly Clarkson sing “Fancy” in tribute to Reba McEntire on Kennedy Center Honors didn’t hurt either. I’m profoundly exhausted, but I think I dodged a bullet by canceling the rest of my day to sleep. Onward!

It took me five thinks and one sayoutloud to finally get this terrible-but-timely pun

There's laughter calling for you if you figure it out ...

OMG

Lord and Lady Boxington are ROCKING tonight’s My Fair Lady “Embassy Waltz” rehearsal!

Check your local listings to make sure you don’t miss a minute of our debut Ländler on the upcoming all-lord-and-lady smash season of So You Think You Can Edwardian Waltz!

I may be blackout dizzy, but I haven’t lost my capacity to be grammar bitchy

Hiding the TV cables in the walls. It’s what separates us from the savages.

It also took WAAAAAY longer than I thought, but my super fix-anything owns-all-the-cool-tools neighbor came over and—even with a bad back—helped make my dreams of non-savagery come true:

Next up: Successfully program the universal remote. And figure out why MSNBC has no sound. Which is very weird. I’ve failed many times at both of these things, but I will not grow old and die until I get them accomplished.

This song may or may not fill me with such joy that I’ve listened to it on repeat for well over two hours as I excavated and organized and cleaned my room:

I made a meme!