
The lavish circus-themed party had the gloATL dancers in ballerina tutus lit by Christmas lights, aerialists hanging from swings, fire performers and, well, drag queens cause this is Atlanta after all. Tickets were a steep $150, but proceeds went to the good cause. I knew it was a fancy event, but I have a personal style philosophy of being the best dressed person at a grungy place (CL staff meetings one might say), or the grungiest person at a fancy event. So it was my first instinct to wear my typical jorts (that's jean rolled-up shorts for you high-fashion types) and black high-top converse to the event. Thank God my friend talked me out of it. The guests at Opera were impeccably dressed.
Fred Schneider of the B-52s was spinning oldie disco hits for the chic established crowd. Older gay men sure look good underneath dim club lights, right? In fact, Schneider refused to be photographed without wearing sunglasses, despite it being 11 pm in a nightclub. Still, he rules. There wasn't much dancing at first, more posing and shmoozing, but when Michael Jackson's classic "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough" came on, the crowd went wild. With the glotATL girls "interpretively" dancing around me, I was pretty tempted to breaking out some of my own "interpretive" spasms.

Atlanta, meet the comedic ball of energy that is Eric Andre. On Saturday night he will be headlining at Comedy Gold, but today he came into CL for Another Comedy Podcast where we discussed his lack of acting skills, how black-nerd comedy became a genre, and why he doesn't do dick jokes anymore. Take a ride into the very strange and entertaining fro-hawked mind of Eric Andre. P.S. - He still tells a lot of dick jokes.
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How did you get interested in this vocation?
I think I was inspired by the character of Hawkeye on “MASH.” When I was growing up there weren't many women doctors, so I don't remember ever having one as a role model. I wanted a profession that would be both challenging and rewarding, but that would allow me to make a difference to others.

In 1991, the erstwhile Atlanta College of Art unleashed a pair of game-changing artists into the wider art world: painter and sculptor Radcliffe Bailey and printmaker Kara Walker.
It quickly became a tale of two artists: Both received significant critical attention from the local arts press. Both maintained a full calendar of exhibitions in the city, including representation in the following year's biennial at the Nexus Contemporary Art Center (now the Contemporary). But ultimately their paths diverged: Walker left. Bailey stayed.
For those unfamiliar with the tonier provinces of Artworld-istan, both artists are international successes. Walker is a staple on the global biennial circuit, and Bailey will soon be the subject of a major midcareer retrospective at the High Museum. Both can and do write their own tickets in a world where artists are usually forced to choose between being exploited and being ignored.
Despite the worldwide kudos, those of us who spend our time blowing on the embers of Atlanta's cultural scene are tempted to see in these two artists both a success and a failure: Bailey represents the city's success in holding on to a major cultural figure, and Walker represents our failure to catch that lightning in the same bottle.

What is your title, and where do you live?
I'm a paranormal investigator and one of the three stars of TruTV's "Haunting Evidence. I lived in the Atlanta area for 13 years, but now live full time out of an RV motor home with my girlfriend, paranormal author Marley Gibson.
What do you do in your job?
I search for evidence of paranormal activity where it is reported. I attempt to substantiate claims of activity utilizing technology.


Are you close to your older brother, Sith Lord Darth Vader?
I try to be. But his heart is cold, man. He's a cold-hearted snake. I try to write letters and get back into his life, but I rarely get a response. He's busy, I guess.
What do you do in your job?
I command a crack battalion of stockboys and cashiers. I oversee the operations of the day shift with an iron fist. No sale is too big, no endcap display too small. Anyone who disobeys my commands is severely dealt with. I fired a guy once.
