Passings
I a moment of poor judgement, I let my TV stay on Jimmy Kimmel's grotesque excuse for a talk show for a few minutes last night, and I learned that Gregory Peck had died. Before I had a chance to reflect on what a fine actor he was, Kimmel was mocking him by showing film of him on Michael Jackson's carousel and joking about it. What a pig. That didn't get a lot of laughs, but I was disappointed in the lack of boos. What an ass. Gregory Peck was a true Hollywood star, the likes of which we rarely see anymore.
Also, David Brinkley passed away on Wednesday night. ABC News did a very nice tribute to him. He was 82 years old. Maybe Rather and Jennings could learn a few things from his old tapes.
Friday, June 13, 2003
My Life Is A Musical Theatre Cliche
I woke up this morning at 2:53 am after having a really bad, scary dream. I was reading a Stephen King book and as I was reading it, it was coming true. I even read it three times to see if it would change, but it didn't. It was post-apocalyptic, but it involved people running through the woods trying to escape from monsters who were eating them. Very stressful and scary. I mean, these big Sasquatch-type things were eating people! Anyway, I was happy to wake up, but I was very tired. Everytime I almost fell asleep, I would fall back into the dream, and I didn't want to! I couldn't call anyone to talk me down, and I was too tired to get up and watch TV. So -- and don't laugh, at least not to my face -- I started singing "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music so I would fall alseep to happy thoughts. I had to sing that thing (in my head) four or five time before I nodded off. Thankfully, no more nightmares. I guess I really am soothed by the thought of cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels. Who knew?
I woke up this morning at 2:53 am after having a really bad, scary dream. I was reading a Stephen King book and as I was reading it, it was coming true. I even read it three times to see if it would change, but it didn't. It was post-apocalyptic, but it involved people running through the woods trying to escape from monsters who were eating them. Very stressful and scary. I mean, these big Sasquatch-type things were eating people! Anyway, I was happy to wake up, but I was very tired. Everytime I almost fell asleep, I would fall back into the dream, and I didn't want to! I couldn't call anyone to talk me down, and I was too tired to get up and watch TV. So -- and don't laugh, at least not to my face -- I started singing "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music so I would fall alseep to happy thoughts. I had to sing that thing (in my head) four or five time before I nodded off. Thankfully, no more nightmares. I guess I really am soothed by the thought of cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels. Who knew?
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Friends... How Many Of Us Have Them?
My friend Abby invited me to join Friendster.com, just a couple of short days after I read about it in Next, NYC's second best homo weekly. According to Next, it's a great way to meet guys through your friends rather than chatting up some hustler in Yahoo!'s "Uncut Pinga" room. They did concede that the creators of Friendster say that there are plenty of straight folks in the database, too, but you only see people to whom you are connected by a friend, so the guys at Next only saw... well, you get the picture. It's cute. Lots of people, though. I'm connected to 7404 other folks! Talk about six degrees of separation. One caveat: it may be the connection here at the ever-more expensive internet brothel, but pages are taking a long time troload, and I keep getting bumped back to the sign-in page. Maybe it's insanely popular and more than the Friendster server can handle, but if that's not fixed soon, I won't be feeling too friendly.
My friend Abby invited me to join Friendster.com, just a couple of short days after I read about it in Next, NYC's second best homo weekly. According to Next, it's a great way to meet guys through your friends rather than chatting up some hustler in Yahoo!'s "Uncut Pinga" room. They did concede that the creators of Friendster say that there are plenty of straight folks in the database, too, but you only see people to whom you are connected by a friend, so the guys at Next only saw... well, you get the picture. It's cute. Lots of people, though. I'm connected to 7404 other folks! Talk about six degrees of separation. One caveat: it may be the connection here at the ever-more expensive internet brothel, but pages are taking a long time troload, and I keep getting bumped back to the sign-in page. Maybe it's insanely popular and more than the Friendster server can handle, but if that's not fixed soon, I won't be feeling too friendly.
Monday, June 09, 2003
I Want My Internet!
How happy are you right now to see that I've posted today? I know how you sick kids crave my contradictory and salacious ramblings, but I've been without internet access for a little while because of my employment situation and my lack of a land line. So here I am at easyinternetcafe, working on a cheap ass keyboard with a sticky space bar, trying to hurry up and do all my web-related activities in but one short hour, after standing in line for twenty minutes waiting for the ticket machine to become available. Blogging is hell, I tell you. How did I become so dependent on the Internet? Without e-mail, how did I know what parties to go to? How did I domy banking and pay my bills? And how, oh how, did I express my unsolicited opinions? Well, just because it's not easy, I'm not giving up. I need the Internet, and it needs me.
What else is going on? I still don't know where I'm going to be moving at the end of June, but I'm hopeful. Next weekend is the annual Mermaid Parade in Coney Island, and my little bro happens to be in town then. The weekend after is Gay Pride weekend, followed by the move. I've filed for unemployment benefits, which should keep me from freaking out until I can start temping.
But enough about me. (Well, personal subjects anyway.) A couple of weeks ago, I filled out a questionaire from The Advocate about assorted subjects of interest regarding gays. As a gift for filling out the card, I got a trial subscription. Because I am a dedicated Fruit Fly (TM), I thought that would be just fine. I got the first copy in the mailtoday,and it was wrapped in opaque plastic. I found that to be bizarre. I didn't know they did that sort of thing anymore. I'm certainly not worried about my mailman knowing that I'm reading The Advocate. Sure, some people may wish for some discretion, but I think it should be offered as an option, not a given!
Spam has been breaking my time bank here at the cafe,so if you want to write to me,and I may not recognize your name, please write "blog" somewhere in the subject line. Thanks!
Hmm, what else...
Go see The Play What I Wrote ASAP. I missed the Tonys, but if it didn't win anything (and even if it did) it may close soon. It's hilarious and I recommend it highly. My friend Dave described it as "Monty Python meets Carol Burnett." A Must See.
OK, next time I'll write down some musings beforei get here so I can blog with more efficiency. Until then, keep on reaching for the stars,or at least another gin and tonic.
How happy are you right now to see that I've posted today? I know how you sick kids crave my contradictory and salacious ramblings, but I've been without internet access for a little while because of my employment situation and my lack of a land line. So here I am at easyinternetcafe, working on a cheap ass keyboard with a sticky space bar, trying to hurry up and do all my web-related activities in but one short hour, after standing in line for twenty minutes waiting for the ticket machine to become available. Blogging is hell, I tell you. How did I become so dependent on the Internet? Without e-mail, how did I know what parties to go to? How did I domy banking and pay my bills? And how, oh how, did I express my unsolicited opinions? Well, just because it's not easy, I'm not giving up. I need the Internet, and it needs me.
What else is going on? I still don't know where I'm going to be moving at the end of June, but I'm hopeful. Next weekend is the annual Mermaid Parade in Coney Island, and my little bro happens to be in town then. The weekend after is Gay Pride weekend, followed by the move. I've filed for unemployment benefits, which should keep me from freaking out until I can start temping.
But enough about me. (Well, personal subjects anyway.) A couple of weeks ago, I filled out a questionaire from The Advocate about assorted subjects of interest regarding gays. As a gift for filling out the card, I got a trial subscription. Because I am a dedicated Fruit Fly (TM), I thought that would be just fine. I got the first copy in the mailtoday,and it was wrapped in opaque plastic. I found that to be bizarre. I didn't know they did that sort of thing anymore. I'm certainly not worried about my mailman knowing that I'm reading The Advocate. Sure, some people may wish for some discretion, but I think it should be offered as an option, not a given!
Spam has been breaking my time bank here at the cafe,so if you want to write to me,and I may not recognize your name, please write "blog" somewhere in the subject line. Thanks!
Hmm, what else...
Go see The Play What I Wrote ASAP. I missed the Tonys, but if it didn't win anything (and even if it did) it may close soon. It's hilarious and I recommend it highly. My friend Dave described it as "Monty Python meets Carol Burnett." A Must See.
OK, next time I'll write down some musings beforei get here so I can blog with more efficiency. Until then, keep on reaching for the stars,or at least another gin and tonic.
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