The Worst Time to Suffer From Paranoia is when people are out to get you. I spent an hour pouring over the long Vanity Fair article about the tragic last days of an artistic power couple who had fled Hollywood for New York after a weird series of events and then committed suicide in separate events. The main theme running through the story is that two people who were very much in love had both descended into mental illness. One of the main targets of Theresa Duncan’s paranoia was the church of scientology. It is unclear as to whether there was any actual threat. Any correspondence coming from anyone involved with scientology could be put in the context of justifiable denials and pushback. Given the fact that there are powerful people in Hollywood who belong to this cult, I believe that there probably was some level of malicious damage to the professional and social lives of Jeremy Blake and Theresa Duncan. Theresa Duncan’s story about befriending Beck and offering to help him escape the cult is dubious because of Beck’s denials, but it is interesting nonetheless.

This is not an image stolen from eBay. This six piece set of priceless memorabilia is included in the inventory of our furnished maisonette. He is wearing some kind of Mad Max breastplate. He has some kind of David Carradine hairstyle. The only reason that I know that these are David Beckham glasses is that they are called Beckham Glasses on the itemized list in my rental agreement. I don’t use them. They are kept safely stored in the bottom cupboard. Looking at them on display like some little army unit has made me a little bit paranoid. I might store them separately from now on.

Edit: A common occurrence in my household is for my daughter to see me in the midst of some creative endeavor and decide to do the same thing only better. She took a series of photos and she is planning to make some kind of animation. I may escalate matters and make one of my own. I can’t decide whether the soundtrack should include I’ll Tumble 4 Ya or Drinkin’ in LA.

Perez Hilton used his photo manipulation skills to perform a bit of wink wink nudge nudge in relation to six very famous people who were hanging out together. He wrote the word ‘Swingers’ over a picture of Tom Cruise, Kate Holmes, David Beckham Victoria Beckham, Will Smith and Jada Smith.

California does have a thriving swinger community. One of the hallmarks of swinging is discretion. While other lifestyle choices are represented by communities who trumpet their right to love who they choose, the swingers tend to keep their choices as a well kept secret from society.

It is a well kept secret indeed. Part of the mechanism of secrecy is that it is highly unlikely that anyone will find out without being somehow involved, in which case they can’t gossip about it openly without drawing attention to themselves. It actually makes sense that A-list celebrities would stay with their own kind with regard to this activity. Fooling around in a broader community would inevitably have them rubbing up against somebody who cared more about media attention than their own reputation. I had heard rumors about Will Smith for years. An LA celebrity that I think can’t keep a secret is Tom Green. If you are a celebrity swinger in LA, do not have sex with Tom Green. Actually, I will broaden that statement to include everybody. Do not have sex with Tom Green.

Edit: I linked to another blogger in an absurd way in this blog post and she asked me to change it because she was talking about a swing band comprised of scientologists, not people who have consentual sex outside the bounds of marriage. I am going to leave the link as is. I don’t want to set a precedent. I do apologize for sullying her Nobel-Prizewinneriness with my absurdity.