Monday, March 31, 2008


I'm so very, very tired. I'm also kind of sick. Hacking cough from cleaning this weekend. Damned allergies.

Anyway, I'm going to bed. One of these days, I'll post something substantive. I promise.

Sunday, March 30, 2008


Things I discovered while cleaning my apartment this weekend.

An expired gift certificate to an upscale Japanese restaurant. Ah well.

A $74 store credit at Barnes & Noble.

3 disposable cameras with pictures from my trip to London a couple of years ago.

2 film canisters that may have photos from who knows where or may just be unused. I have no idea how to tell the difference.

I have also rediscovered how nice it is not to have crap piled on the furniture, how fun it is to have a friend come over and hang out all day, and just the general feeling of well-being that a somewhat more organized apartment brings.

I'm still not to a place where I'd feel comfortable having anyone over who didn't already know I'm a slob, but it's getting better.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

I hate cleaning

I'm cleaning my house. Or rather, I'm going through the piles and piles of crap that have built up over the last few years, throwing some stuff out, trying to find places for others.

God, this is horrid.

What's worse is that if I get this stuff done, then I can start going through the boxes from my last move a few years ago.

While most of the stuff I'm going through falls into the "WTF? Why did I keep this?" category, I did turn up a neat pair of leather restraints I bought last year.

Yeah, picture it. I dare you.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Just under the wire

Just got back from dinner with Jase, Brian, Charles, and Patrick. A belated birthday party for Patrick. Very nice, but I'm so full right now I could pop like a tick.

Probably shouldn't have had the Banana Bread Pudding. But lordy it was good.

So here's my bitchy rant for the night. A group of college kids got on my train tonight. They were a little drunk and a lot highspirtited. Loud, but not obnoxiously so, and laughing.

One of the Queens hausfraus was sitting near them and started bitching at three of them. Not, mind you, that the three that were making any noise. They were the quiet ones, the ones least likely to tell the hatchet-faced bitch to mind her own sour little business. No, these kids actually apologized.

Sadly, I didn't stand up for them and I now really wish I had. This woman was obviously unhappy. Overweight, ugly clothes, smoker's skin, an angry countenance. Married, but I'm willing to be she isn't happily so.

So she has to make other people as miserable as her.

I'd rather be surrounded by happy, laughing people, especially if they not having fun at the expense of others, than have to sit near one person as contagiously unhappy as this woman.

Next time, I'll be sure to say that.

Thursday, March 27, 2008


Long, busy week. Sad to say, that's about all I have going right now.

I wish I had some stories, but I haven't even had time to read.

That said, I did finish the last book I was reading a while ago, Maisie Dobbs. Didn't care for it at first, but the characters grew on me. Not really enough to read other books by the author, but hey.

Anyway, I'm heading back to watching Eli Stone. Even more Victor Garber. In fact, most of the guys on that show are kind of hot.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Busy bee

Work just seems to be getting busier and busier. I need a vacation soon.

Unfortunately, that's all I've got today. I still have some writing to do before I can sleep.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Content Challenge Day Two

So . . . more content.

Well, I put up some of my art and decorations this weekend, so my place is looking a little snazzier. Or at least a little less Collyer Brothers.

Mind you, just a little less.

Anyway, I'm planning to do some decluttering and cleaning this weekend. I'm getting a little tired of always coming home to this mess.

Of course, once I have everything the way I like it, I'll probably have to move.

Monday, March 24, 2008

And gosh darn it, people like me!

Tonight I went to a seminar on self-esteem, how to get it for thems what needs it. Interesting, all in all.

One of the exercises had a series of statements and wanted us to put yes or no next to them. One of the statements was, "I can laugh at myself."

I can laugh at myself. It's sort of an Elaine Stritch screaming "I'll drink to that" in 'Ladies Who Lunch' laugh that eventually turns into maniacal high-pitched giggling, but it's laughter all the same.

And that, dear readers, is my official first post of the 30 day Content Challenge.

As President Bush would say, "Mission Accomplished." Then he would fart, giggle to himself at how witty he is, and take a three-month vacation in Crawford.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Day by Day

So in true theatre fag fashion, I celebrated Easter today by watching Godspell.

Victor Garber . . . yummy. And he only gets better as he ages.

So although Godspell is somewhat light on resurrection, I still feel like I got my religion in for the year.

Remembering that Lynne Thigpen died not long ago (actually, it's been over 5 years . . . tempus freakin' fugate), I decided to look up the cast of Godspell on IMDB. Time has not treated them well. Nor the playwright. Sad.

The funny thing is, I remember seeing that movie for the first time as a kid and being struck by how weird they were acting (because I'd never seen grownups act that silly) and how cool New York looked (especially the scene on top of the World Trade Center . . . that's probably part of why I live here now . . . at least more so that say The Warriors). Now I'm amazed at how very young the cast looked.

Well, now I'm off to continue my Easter worship by watching Annie . . . which is religious because . . . um . . . it's . . .

Screw you, don't judge me.

Excuse me while I kiss this guy (Wait, is that right?)

Note to the unwashed masses: I know you love your music and your iPod seems to make you a much better singer, at least to yourself. However, when you try to sing along with your iPod, please for the rest of our sake, at least make an attempt to learn the correct lyrics.

I'm fairly certain the young hip hop afficienado in the subway who loudly sang "Vouy vouy chez avec ma bitches" really meant to say "voulez-vous coucher avec moi, bitches."

Of course, having now Googled and listened to the song in question (my first R Kelly song . . . that's how much I love all my readers), the hip hop "artist" in question actually sang, "Voulez-vous voucher avec moi, bitches."

Le sigh.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

No wonder he can hit those high notes

I saw a production of The Man of La Mancha this week that included an anal rape scene which I am fairly confident was not in the original production.

O . . . kay.

Anyway, the whole blogging every day thing hasn't gone that well, but then, I'm either at work or at the theatre, so I find myself with little time to do this. That said, I'm half-seriously considering joining David's content challenge on the 24th where you pledge to blog every day during the challenge or risk being heaped with scorn.

Mmmm . . . heaped with corn.

Oh wait, scorn. No that's not nearly as yummy.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Friends, Romans, Bloggers

I saw a production of Julius Caesar tonight (or as their press release read, Julius Casear). Even the Baby Queens (NYU gay boys . . . sorry, bois) having a giggle fit behind me couldn't darken my mood too much (seriously, they started giggling when Cassius mentioned his naked breast and when Brutus said the word niggard).

I don't see productions of Julius Caesar too often (which, given the current administration, is rather surprising), so it had been a while since I'd heard Anthony's funeral speech. It still gives me chills. In the hands of a good actor, the repetition of "Brutus is an honorable man. So are they all, honorable men" is devastating by the end and hearing the crowd slowly turn against Brutus as Marc Anthony slowly coaxes them to his side . . . brilliant.

Not my favorite of Shakespeare's plays by any means, but amazingly effective.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Another busy day

Too busy to write. And I'm a little under the weather.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Bloody good day

Got up early and got some stuff done at the house. Went to a short play festival (saw 18 plays). Went and saw another show in the evening. Saw an actor I know who was seeing the same show, so we went out for drinks after.

Fun, fun, fun. The plays were generally good, and hanging with the actor was great.

Good weekend so far.

And there's still two episodes of Torchwood to watch before I go to bed.

I ask you, does life get any better?

Thursday, March 06, 2008


Stolen from Towleroad. If he wins, how long before we go to war with Iran?
And do you think he'll continue Bush's habit of forgetting to hunt for Bin Laden?

What, me worry?

Today the Dipshit-in-Chief endorsed the Crypt Keeper.

As he was envisioning a McCain presidency, Bush mentioned that he'd be spending his time in Crawford with his feet up.

I'm sorry, but doesn't that accurately describe the last seven years of his presidency? Other than diligently not pursuing Osama Bin Laden and the Anthrax killer (remember them?), waging war on Saddam "The Man Who Tried to Kill My Daddy" Hussein, and speaking out about the evil homosexuals, did he actually do anything but vacation?

Well, he did funnel our tax money to Halliburton and give tax cuts to the rich.

Mission accomplished.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

One more thing

Note to Mike Huckabee: Suck it, loser!

Congratulations, Sen. McCain.

Best laid plans of mice and men

So much for the blogging every day. Still some is better than none, I suppose.

Work continues to be busy, so not much time for other things.

Anyway, over the weekend I read The Devil in Amber by Mark Gatiss (one of the actors from The League of Gentlemen). Fun, witty read about Lucifer Box, "portraitist, dandy and terribly good secret agent." His current adventure - save his job and his life, stop a Fascist horde from letting Satan loose on the land, and sleep with anyone (and I do mean anyone) who catches his fancy along the way. Kind of a Nick and Nora meet Jasper Fforde meet James Bond sort of thing.


My current read is Maisie Dobbs by Jacqueline Winspear. Not exactly sure what I think of it just yet. Detective novel set in London in the late '20s with a woman detective. Hasn't really caught my interest yet, but I'm not that far into it.

Anyway, I'm off to bed.

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Back in town

I'm back. More later.