Monday, November 27, 2006

I'm Not Sure When It Finally Hit Me...

..but at some point, as I sat in front of my six-year-old laptop, reading bad erotic fiction online and eating leftover stuffing with a pair of dirty chopsticks, it occurred to me that perhaps this wasn't the life I dreamt about as a cock-eyed adolescent.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Bless My Soul! It's a Girl!

Next question!

My tired old ass turns 32 next month. Suggestions for ways to spend my birthday?

Apart from copious amounts of "buttsecks," that is.

Thursday, November 16, 2006


Stop thinking about where I should move for a minute, and tell me this: how jedi are you?

how jedi are you?
:: by lawrie malen

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

My Talents Are Wasted Here

Yep, kids. Once again, it's time to start packing that ol' leaving trunk. May will be here sooner than any of us realize, and with the summer's arrival comes that all-too-common urge to vacate the fucking premises. So! Your host is seeking suggestions for places that I can eventually add to the "Town Without Pity" file I've compiled over the years. Send in your recommendations and warnings, and be sure to let me know why your idea deserves further thought.

Just so you know, the shortlist currently stands at (in no particular order):

somewhere in Hawaii
somewhere in Scotland
Dar es Salaam
somewhere in Arizona/New Mexico
San Diego

Observant readers will note that one key locale is not on that list. Oh, children. How can I express my increasing fear of moving to L.A.? As much as I want to go and fall face first into a pool of hookers and blow, part of me is looking to go somewhere completely new, where I don't know anyone. You know how I roll. Always making it harder on myself than it needs to be.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Stop Making Me Love Your Hot Ass

I screened Fresh this week in my Intro to African-American Studies class. I hadn't seen it in years, but it shot right back up into my top ten. If you haven't seen it, do yourself the colossal favor of netflixing it rat nah. I guarantee you that the final scene will leave you wounded.

But this post isn't about that. It's about Giancarlo Esposito,

who plays Esteban in the flick. Man, I had forgotten all about his fine self. I had a mad crush on him. I wonder what he's up to these days. Wikipedia has him working on that Vanessa Williams show, South Beach, but I think that got cancelled.

In other "You're Making Me Love You All Over Again" news, 10 points to Jason, who blew my mind with some Peter Schilling last night.

Let's enter the confessional, shall we?

Full disclosure: I love David Bowie's visionary autobiographical/allegorical "Major Tom,"(from the song "Space Oddity," obviously a riff on Kubrick and 2001: A Space Odyssey) but I loooooooooooooooooove Peter Schilling's rearticulation/expansion/revisioning/cheap rip-off from the early '80s. I realize that this makes all of my taste suspect. Whatever, haters.

German version (the best part of this is the message in the comment section that says "Dang, it took me 23 years to find out he was German?!" Um, could cheese this delicious come from anywhere but Germany? Please!