Friday, October 27, 2006

Go see this show

I'm reviewing this one, so I can't go into details, but it was terrific. Go see it before it closes. Marvelous horror, comedy, sex, gore, suspense, terror . . . well, Grand Guignol . . . what more needs be said?

The show is called The Blood Brothers present . . . An Evening of Grand Guignol Horror.

Sadly, it closes tomorrow (Sat. 28th).

I'm giving up

Today on the train, there was a really cute guy sitting across from me. Dark hair, thin, well-dressed, and . . . well, let's just say he had a rather impressive bulge.

He was reading this book, Boyfriend 101: A Gay Guy's Guide to Dating, Romance, and Finding True Love.

So if a cute, fit, well-dressed, hung guy can't find love . . . ?

Well, I don't want to continue that thought.

Anyway, at least there is a dating site just for me. And possibly Palochi.

Friday, October 13, 2006


Over the last week or two, my nesting instincts have gone into overdrive. I've been unpacking boxes (one of which I'd packed in 1994 according to the papers I'd wrapped everything in), choosing paint colors, ordering furniture, that sort of thing.

Basically, I've decided that it's time to make my apartment into my home.

So I have a project for any of you who might be game.

I like to surround myself with pictures of my friends or with things that they've created. So your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to send me one of the following things:

1) A favortie photo of yourself or something that is important to you (preferably a photo that you took yourself)


2) A piece of art that you've made (it can be anything you like, but I have lots of small spaces to fill, so things that are postcard up to standard letter sized are best).

While you are welcome to send things to me via e-mail, I would actually prefer to get hard copies in the mail. Mostly because I'd like you to sign whatever you send me. If anyone wants my address, shoot me an e-mail.

So there you have it. I hope some of you give it a shot. I know a lot of you are extremely creative and I'd really like to have your art or photos hanging in my apartment.

I'll post pictures of anything I get in Flickr, so you can all be inspired by each other's creativity.

By the way, if anyone would like a photo or piece of art from me as a quid pro quo, I'm up for it. And at the very least, everyone who sends me something will get a (poorly) handmade Thank You card.

Saturday, October 07, 2006


Well spank my ass and call me Sally. The old fogeys beat the youngsters. I'm shocked and amazed. Guile and experience beat youth and talent.

The game was brilliant, but I am so sore it isn't even funny. For me. For others, it's probably hilarious.

I pulled a muscle in my back and one in my forearm. My neck is stiff and won't bend quite right and my knees are a real mess. I also took two elbows to the head and one to the nose. No blood, though.

But I had so much fun today.

And we won.


Friday, October 06, 2006


One drink. A colleague was having a birthday party and I was going to have one drink then leave.

8 drinks later (3 ciders and 5 shots of vodka), I'm home, drunk, and ordering pizza. Lots of pizza.


Well, I'll be in great shape for tomorrow's rugby game (1 pm-ish on Randall's Island Field 19). Come for te laugh of me dragging my fat, hungover ass all up and down the pitch.

Truth is, we (the 'alumni' side) have been invited so the B-side can have one victory this year. We'll be getting our asses kicked by guys half our age.

So what? At least the drinks will be free. And if the boys on the B-side get their kicks beating a bunch of old men, well, more power to them.

Now I'm going to go watch, Dr. Who and BSG. Maybe I'll drunk dial a few of you, too.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

The Rejection

This song has been in my head all day.

I just really enjoy the way the one line "I'd like to like you like you like me" sounds.

Of course, if it's still in my head by this evening I'll be sticking an ice pick in my temple, but whatever.