Musings & stuff

Just a mental dump for anyone who cares...

Madonna (I say "Maddie", others say "Madge", she say "Esther") stormed the clubs in NYC last weekend! (Even as her old pal Junior Vasquez was slumming in DC at VelvetNation) Oh, that would be almost as good as winning the lottery!

No matter how much they beg, never follow your straight friends to a gay club, especially if you like any of them even a little bit "that way". It's a recipe for disaster. Especially if these are also people you work with.

Found a blog today that sounds like I ought to be reading it, if not appearing in it (as IF!). Check out Club Whirled. It's a "reality show" set in my neighborhood, starring people (some thirtysomething white urban fags) I've probably seen on the street. Major drama,minor reality. Maybe, though, reading it will hit closer to home than Real World: Philadelphia did...

iPod Nano defective, lawsuit alleges Early adopters, take THAT!!!

Still loving my TiVo. I'm gonna capture the new Madonna documentary this Friday off of VH1 and then try to burn it to DVD. (First-ever TiVo "best quality" recording for me.) And there just happen to be some fun horror-movie-related documentaries on this week, *2* about The Exorcist! (one of the few movies that still summons dread in me even though I've seen it innumerable times)

Had a short, but really enjoyable, weekend with Mom & Dad last weekend. Hung out with each of them separately, and each time I do this I manage to cherish them more. Yes, they're nuts, but they are so much of what makes me "me". I start detecting that more & more each time I go home. Dad's doing better emotionally and physically, chvala Bohu. Nobody deserves physical suffering (well...) but he's near the bottom of the list. I so hope his strength & everything recovers enough so that he's back on the golf course and maybe even the dance floor (with Mom) by spring.

Have you seen the adorable guy from the BestBuy bus commercial?
Check out the commercial here.





And your ridiculous tabloid-produced laugh of the day:

Oh, darling. Just give in to your inner fag. Kathy Griffin (a fag-hag extraordinaire) doesn't call you "Gayken" for nuthin'.