dancing in heaven/i never thought/i'd ever get my feet this far/(orbital be-bop!)

So, as I wrote to X, I'm getting over the whole shock of the break-in, other than recurring thoughts of "someone was in our house!" which inevitably leads me stuck with this old country song by Ronnie Milsap in my head "there's a stranger in my house/somebody's here that i can't see..." Which always confused me because Ronnie Milsap was actually blind. My mom got pissed off and threw out her now empty jewelry cabinet in a "why bother having nice things anymore?!?" state of mind. I hope the fuckers drove their car into a canal.

But let's talk of more pleasant things. Like the fact that we now have an apartment. Which I will eventually get to. Because yesterday my manager finally sent my transfer request out. Woo-hoo! I'm *hoping* that I'll get to start the week of the 21st, so that I can get out of Miami the weekend of the 13th. But for some reason that seems like it's a week too early. I don't know... do they need me to give them 2 weeks notice for a transfer? I'm not sure. Point is... I will soon be there! And I will be comically trying to do things like.. cook. heh. So despite the burglary/creepy stranger in my house while i slept thing, this has been a pretty good week. Which is good, because I am now officially ride-free and will be catching the bus to work for the rest of the time I'm here. Which, in Miami, in August? Sucks. But who cares, nothing will bring me down... Especially since my dad surprised me with the offer of moving me up to NY and "absorbing the fees". Or was it helping to "absorb the fees". I don't know *exactly* what he meant, but I like the sound of it. If it means that there's no flying in my forseeable future, I'm all for it. So Crazyhead, you can relax, I'm not going to have to pimp you after all.

subject line: Dancing in Heaven (Orbital Be-Bop) by Q-Feel... I did an online survey for EW & they sent me a free cd- an 80s mix. as soon as I heard that song I was transported to my past... to the days when SJP defied her father to enter a dance contest (supported by her "wacky" friend, Helen Hunt). It immediately went on the ipod.

turn my blue sky black/you're such a hard luck baby/that's what's the matter with you/but i could sleep through/anything

So, my house was broken into this morning. as dave & i slept in our rooms, someone made their way into our patio, broke the kitchen window, went into my mom's room, got her jewelry & rifled through her drawers & closet. apparently, opened my bedroom door, saw that there were people in the house and left.

it all started when i was half-awake & heard a car honk outside, but it didn't seem very close. then again. and then 3 in succession, followed by the front door slamming. i looked through my blinds, heard a car door close & saw a car drive off. Figured it was Dave going somewhere with Fernando, went to see if he'd left. My door was oddly ajar. Opened it & saw that Dave's room was still closed. Turned & saw my mom's room and immediately freaked out. Once we'd called the cops and were sitting in my mom's room, I was hysterically shouting, "how the fuck did we sleep through this? oh my god!!"

So, they got my mom's jewelry (ha, ha, we can't afford nice things & her diamond earrings got left behind, enjoy the 50 bucks you'll get motherfuckers), a bowl with rolls of coins in it & a coffee mug with change. Oh, and her pillowcase, apparently because they didn't plan very well ahead of time. Luckily, they left a lot of things around that they touched so the cops might have gotten some fingerprints, but you know... that's probably not going to help much. Fuckers. Of course none of this would probably have happened if we still had the p.o.s. red car in the driveway- but the housing association is cracking down on people parking in the lawn, so we moved it to my dad's house to have more space in the driveway... had it still been there, they would probably not even have tried.

So, X+J- just a warning: No matter how safe our new neighborhood is, if there's a break-in, chances are that I will be sleeping through it. Slovenly bastard that I am. I felt so self-conscious when the detectives were talking to us. Like, shamed... I'm the lazy slacker who slept through a break in. They even said that it was good that I didn't wake up, because that could have led to a confrontation, etc. But I know they were looking at me and thinking: 31-year old loser still living at home with all those posters on his wall & a collection of Stitch memorabilia (Read: Stitch dolls). Grow the fuck up, get the fuck out of bed you slovenly pig. It's really weird for me when someone I don't know sees my room- I'm like "please excuse the massive amount of dvds that i own, i have no life & buy only shiny discs." I understand the phrase "an embarrassment of riches" now. It's weird to sit here and wonder what these people think when they see my room. Anyway. One detective even tried to make us feel better by telling us how he slept through Hurricane Andrew while in a parking garage in South Miami. It didn't help, I still feel like an idiotic asshole. I couldn't even tell what kind of car it was...

Anyway, i figured that this was definitely a justifiable reason to call out. But then I called & had to talk to Evelio, who I can't really lie to (I was going to make it sound worse than it is to justify calling out for a closing shift because my house was broken into at 8 in the morning) and said, um... i might be late, my house got broken into. FUCK! A perfectly excusable callout ruined!!! I could use the "emotional distress" card... I mean, a fucking stranger was in my house- opened my bedroom door & saw me sleeping. That's really fucking creepy. Or possibly *exactly* what scared them off...

grrr.

ah la la la la la life is wonderful...

i wrote the biggest check i've ever written today.

Hi. I rent in Brooklyn.

now, i just need... you know... my transfer.
but not thinking about it tonight, just smiling a lot.

plus, got to chat with my favorite Matt.

and on top of that? the new Mraz cd is just right.

listening: Jason Mraz/Mr. A-Z "life is wonderful"
to watch: New York: Episode 5: Cosmopolis
windsor terrace: here i come.

Over the hills and through the woods...

Going to visit my Granny tomorrow! (Yeah, my Granny. My family's full of Southerners, we have a Granny & eat biscuits & gravy for breakfast...) A nice long weekend is what's needed. Today was the longest day ever at work... But I feel pretty good because I came right out and asked my manager if he was going to recommend me for a transfer or not. And he is. So, one less thing to worry about! Which is good because I'm too tired to worry.

I did manage to shave...

Just so that I can avoid my mom's stepmother telling me that I ought to shave. Which means, I'll only get to hear her talk shit about my weight. yaay. Although, there's a new thing I'm sure she can't *wait* to talk about... the move. After years & years of making me feel like a loser for not having "a real job" and not driving & living at home, my skin is tough enough for it, I hope.

So I'm signing off for the weekend. Theoretically.

in the stereo: Leonard Bernstein's New York
in the bookbag, shouting "Please, come finish reading me!": Persuasion by Jane Austen
...sharing that space and yelling "No, read me! Read me!!": The Gay Metropolis by Charles Kaiser. (Flipped through it... my favorite picture is of these two men who have been together since meeting on a pier on Nantucket in 1964 when one was 27 & the other 59. "I never wanted to be with anyone else," said one of them. At the time the book was published they were still together after 32 years, aged 59 & 91. I envy them for that.)

everybody's gonna be happy/that means you and me, my love

The creature in it's natural habitat. Yeah the phonecam is strangely addictive. I like the power to take pictures and edit out the ones that make me look cross-eyed, no-chinned, or just plain horrific. This is actually the perfect picture of me, though... lazing about in bed with my music playing. Stick some pizza in my mouth and you have an incredibly accurate portrait.
So some big changes going on this week, what with our lovely Lily having a possible job in D.C., leaving just X+J & Me for B'klyn. Not to mention the ever increasing stress at work- Mainly that my transfer request hasn't even been sent yet & I'm supposed to be leaving in 5 weeks, 2 days. (Or possibly earlier, now) It kind of worries me, kind of pisses me off. What's the point of caring about doing a good job anymore if they're going to jerk me around about something so important? I think Tank Girl said it best when she said: Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk.

Off today, and planning on watching the next disc in the New York series. Sad, because I've only got one more Cracker disc from Netflix before I've seen the entire series. Oh, Robbie Coltrane, won't you come back? And yeah, I think I've become gayer than ever before- I've been watching my Sex & the City discs a lot lately- More for my increasing crush on The City than the actual Sex. And now, whenever I have worries or some kind of trouble, I'll simply ask myself: WWSJPD? SJP would go up to Brooklyn and have a (i'm so, so sorry i'm about to say this) fabulous life. So fuckit. Transfer or not, I am so there.

in the stereo: Joni Mitchell: HEJIRA
in the title: The Kinks, kids... The Kinks.

i'm writing the words to this song with a poisoned pen/i'm turning the straw into gold and then back again

I'm going to be bold here.
In a year full of great albums by Aimee Mann, Ben Folds & Coldplay? It's going to be really difficult to top this one:

Yup. So far, IMHO, Brendan Benson's THE ALTERNATIVE TO LOVE is the album to beat. I fucking LOVE it. Like, we play it at work, yet I come home and listen to it some more. Like, I could've had the promo we play there, but I had to buy it and have it home to listen to all the time.
Benson is, much like a lot of the artists I seem to like, described as having a Beatlesesque kinda sound. Honestly, a lot of the music on the disc reminds me of one of my all-time favorites, Aimee Mann's WHATEVER. (Hear that, Shawn? Go sample him!!) At times he also brings to mind Elliott Smith, particularly the FIGURE 8 album. I love the tinkling drip drop of "Cold Hands (Warm Heart)". I love the Wall of Sound explosion of "The Pledge", the dizzying lyrical rhymes (another Aimee Mann-esque trait). I thought my favorite song this year would never be anything but the title track, "Alternative to Love", until I decided that it's probably "What I'm Looking For". Either could be my official theme song.
Go to itunes, amazon, *wherever* you sample music. And for you lazy motherfuckers, I even put a link to Brendan's website in the title of this post, itself a lyric from "The Pledge". So go listen, already! And we'll meet again in 6 months to discuss whether or not I heard an album this year that I liked more.

(in other news- the Harry Potter books? they were locked in the upstairs men's room. aka the Clean/Empty men's room. after closing one night, our manager brought us all upstairs, led us to the bathrooms. I was like, ok is tonight when we have to have the B&N orgy? It wasn't exactly the cream of the crop that night, very few cute guys. Well, one. I digress. It wasn't to have a Barnes & Noblesome, but rather, he was showing us the cases & cases of Harry Potter stacked about as high as my nose, filling up the men's room from the back stall to the hand dryer at the front. Go figure, I guess they thought keeping them there, locked up was safer than keeping them in the back where their evil employees had access. Imagine how much you could get for a case of HP 3 days before it's official release date! In a related story, while I hardly ever have to pee at work, wouldn't you know that the very next night I had to? It was the disgusting, crowded downstairs bathroom for me...)

rick
had no pictures in his e-mailbox this morning & felt like he woke up on Christmas morning without a toy to be seen.
...Insert evil grin here...

in the dvd player: A Very Long Engagement.
in the Queue: Cracker: Series 3, Disc 2/New York City: Episode 4

dancing with my cell...

¡atame!

amazing that some of Almodóvar's best known films are out of print in the US- Women on the Verge... and Law of Desire. Not to mention Kika. I've become something of a convert over the past year and I need a fix. But noooo.... out of print. unavailable. Of course amazon has people selling Women on the Verge... starting at $65 a pop! Hmph. Region free dvd players are a good thing. But I will restrain myself. I'll wait till my birthday & then go on an Almodóvar spree at amazon.uk!!

anyway, while looking at all this stuff, I found out a little about the new film- Volver. And all I'm saying is... November 17, 2006. Who's coming with me?

i'm off now, lunchtime. But remind me to tell you guys about the wacky place my store is keeping the Harry Potter books under lock & key...

My food is problematic.

i love Christian Bale, but i hate Christian Bale. he lost 63 pounds for THE MACHINIST. i can't lose 30 fucking pounds. Granted, my method isn't "stop eating. smoke." but FUCK!! after losing like 10 pounds this spring, feeling glad about being just under 200 lbs for the first time in like, years, i'm back to feeling gross & bloated. and yeah, in a perfect world this wouldn't matter, but newsflash kids: this is far from a perfect world. in fact, recent events considering, i don't really think it's a very good world at all anymore. but as usual, back to me. it's nice and fine to say "you'll find someone who will love you for who you are inside"... riiiight. 31 years have proven that this is one of the big lies that Hollywood and Fairy Tales like to fool us with. only as paula cole says (& lily quotes) "It's me who is my enemy, me who beats me up". because even when i'm talking with someone at work & they touch me, particularly my stomach, i immediately flinch. like it's the blob & if you get too close, you'll be sucked in. I mean, I know that I'm not Fat Bastard, but I feel so self-conscious about it. So it's back to the daily situps for me. no matter how tired I am, whether or not I closed the night before. i will not tell myself that masturbation is exercise enough. i will drink more water and less soda- especially at work. I WILL AVOID THE DANGERS OF THE SNACK MACHINE AT ALL TIMES!! I will eat more peanut butter. but when it comes to pizza? you better stay back & watch out. i will never give up pizza!!

stereo: Björk/Medúlla
subject: Firefly (go on... click it!)

everything you do is simply dreamy/everything you do is quite delicious!/so why can't i be you?

worked until 1:30 in the GD morning last night! argh. two people called out (may they be cursed with crabs!!) and no one in magazines... so guess where I ended up. It was alright though because eventually everyone ended up helping out there, including Café, which means I got to look at Adorable Anthony of the Dimpled Cheeks for about half an hour. Which made it very difficult to concentrate on putting magazines away.
Got up this morning at 9:30 with the intentions of going shopping (new shoes for work, new pants for work), but it was raining so hard... just too lovely to get out of bed. Two hours later got up and went out. Found a pair of shoes that I totally am in love with- and I'm not really gay enough to be all obsessed with shoes, I'm a comfort before style guy- but these shoes are great. Yaay Sketchers. And that was supposed to be the difficult mission. But Old Navy (all 3 I went to) only had pleated pants, which I sorta hate. So no luck... until I realized that I could probably find some on their website. Yes, today's discovery is that I never have to leave the house again to buy fucking clothes!! I truly hate shopping for clothes, if it were possible, I'd just keep what I have and never have to shop again, but alas things get worn out too damn easily.
Now just relaxing with my ipod, going to watch some old movies (saw The Scarlett Empress yesterday- today it's Petrified Forest, The Philadelphia Story, Brief Encounter & possibly Spellbound and Great Expectations). I *would* be watching the Ric Burns documentary series on NYC if Netflix hadn't managed to send me part two before part one. :P It's okay- a grey, rainy day screams out old movies to me.
Missing Lily (as Foo Fighters "Walking After You" plays)- especially since I know that, were she here, we coulda gone to see "The Heights" or I could've dragged her to see that French movie that piqued my interest. And of course, there's "Dark Water"! waah! ah well, they'll be out on dvd soonish anyway. For now, I am off.

ipod: "Oh Word?" -Beastie Boys
subject line: "Why Can't I Be You?" -The Cure
pondering: My Converse are a perfect fit at size 12, but new Sketchers are a comfy size 13. Are feet growing & shrinking like Alice in Wonderland? If so, can stomach learn same trick?

keep it in the closet.

Rob Zombie gets to make movies. Bloody hell.

speaking of musicians directing- I have to talk about the R. Kelly "in the closet" video. First off- the song(s?) is bad enough. Last night at work the Fabulous K. mentioned it, as we were bitching about the crappy music we're playing (the fucking HERBIE soundtrack. I have to listen to Lindsay Lohan singing about how she wants to come first... or is it cum first? ew.) ans the Fabulous K. is like, "it could be worse. it could be that R. Kelly song." I of course don't listen to the radio because i am a horrendous Music Snob, so I had no clue what she was talking about. Then, I get home and David tells me that he's seen the most awful thing in the world- The new R. Kelly video. The freak turns the tv to BET (and I was watching Sex & the City on dvd!!) then checks MTV, VH-1. Like, just because he mentioned it, it will be on. Then 30 minutes later, it was. What. The FUCK? The song is so awful. I'm like, didn't this guy write "I Believe I Can Fly"?? What happened, R.? But the video... ok it's just this whole story about R. having this one night stand with some chick, but her husband comes home so he hides... get this: in the closet. and from there he witnesses the woman's husband (a pastor) coming home & figuring out that -whoa! there's a man in his house. and he came up to the closet and r was in the closet and he's singing in the closet. he opens the door. R. pulls out a gun (what the FUCK!?!? overreact much, R.?) they all have it out, my favorite part being R. requesting that they handle this in a Christian way while POINTING A FUCKING GUN!! So then the pastor, Rufus, is like- yeah, you cheated on me? guess what? He makes a phone call- "Baby, come over". And who shows up... but A GUY! Rufus is fucking around on his wife with ANOTHER MAN! They all argue. R. doesn't leave, oh no, he stays around and waves his fucking gun around and makes awful rhymes. (The whole video features bad actors lip syncing R.'s awful lyrics as they act them out) All this tension makes R. long for his lady, so, gun in one hand, he pulls out his cell & calls her up. Oh shit... a man answers the phone! R. isn't happy- he gets in his car & drives home. On the way home, he gets pulled over by a cop. Who "flicks away his cigarette and gives him a ticket". (Hmmm doesn't rhyme well, does it? No. No, it doesn't.) R. arrives at the house and finds his woman in the shower. He's like "bitch who was that man on the phone?" (the fucking misogyny in the video, did i mention? if i had to see one more fucking guy call a woman "bitch" i was gonna letterbomb VH-1, which btw- WTF is VH-1 playing this shit for??) Anyway, his woman's like "my brother came back early, you knew that." R. is like, d'oh! Then they start to have sex, but what's this? A rubber on his bed. Oh, no! R. gets all crazy again (despite the fact that he was fucking another woman himself!) and what comes out is that his girlfriend SAW him at the club with the other chick, and that somehow she knew her and her husband and his gay lover who introduced her to a guy who was... THE COP WHO PULLED R. OVER!! shit, i hope i didn't ruin this cinematic masterpiece for anybody, I just had to share because it was the worst thing that I've ever seen in my entire life! And I sat through half of Dee Snider's Strangeland. And Team America. And Godzilla '98. And Pearl Harbor. This takes the cake, though. Speaking of watching god-awful things that make me want to spoon out my eyeballs, I watched an episode of Jerry Springer this week. I was on my break & someone else was in the break room. I felt kinda rude, putting my ipod on and reading Persuasion. Yeah, I watched Jerry Springer rather than read Jane Austen. And those are brain cells I'm never getting back.

In other news, a very bad week for the Sayre boys and our celebrity crushes. First I read that Matt Keeslar got married! To a WOMAN! Which I suppose, secures Matty's position as my favorite Matt. Then, Dave finds out that Maya Rudolph is pregnant- by her boyfriend of 3 years... Paul Thomas Anderson! How the hell did we not know about this?? Why are we so far out of the loop??

Finally, wondering whether the reason I'm so obsessed with the Union Square store in particular is because Bic Runga sings about Union Square? I think this could be the reason, subconsicously. Bummed that I'm not in NYC yet as BAM is having a Johnny Depp film festival- Tonight is Nightmare on Elm Street, Saturday is Edward Scissorhands and Sunday's Cry-Baby. Lucky Brooklynites.

in the cd player: my Travis/Bic Runga mix
in the dvd player: Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (i'm finally gonna watch the special features!)
in the bookbag: PERSUASION by Jane Austen

a little hope goes up in smoke just how it goes goes without saying

blah. bad mood. sudden & not very welcome bad mood. back in freaking out about move mode. what am i thinking about? how do i think i can afford this shit? granted it doesn't help that there are those who don't hide the fact that they are certain i'll be back in a span of months. or that when i asked my manager today if he needed anything more from me regarding the transfer he was like- oh, just remind me. and then started writing on a post-it note. and then asked me which store i wanted to move to. i stood there confused because i had given him a note a week & a half ago with about 8 possible stores on it, well-written with all my selling points, researched (i even listed the store numbers and what region & district they were in). I honestly wanted to cry. "Union Square," I said. Then told him that another manager had the note, because one of the managers had seen it & told me it was well put together, very professional. yeah, for all the good that does. maybe it's just the mood i'm in, seeing disaster as imminent.

so i'm gonna download the RENT trailer dial-up be damned. and yeah, the bits i've seen so far have made me want to cry because it meant so much to me back in the day- and wow, where did i see it? NYC. the one weekend i've ever spent there. i really want to make this work, i really hope i will make it work. if i need to get another job i hope i'm not the lazy motherfucker i am. i have such big ideas for this life i'll have up there... what makes me think i'll be this person, though? why would i go spend time in Central Park when all i ever want to do here is stay in my room & watch dvds? what makes me think that i'll meet amazing new people when there are only two people i ever see outside of work that aren't related to me. is it that i don't give people enough of a chance? am i so anti-social? or is it purely by choice? because truth is i don't really wanna hang out. i say no when i get asked out to the parties. when i'm at a party all i think of is "when do i get to leave?" so what's going to stop me from sitting in the apartment watching movies all the time?

fuck this pondering shit. i meant to sign on and bitch about rosie o'donnell talking about the Brooke Shields/Tom Cruise bullshit and Paris Hilton's vow to *gasp!* read the newspaper! and Brett Ratner (another hack from the Michael Bay school of filmmaking who happened to get lucky with RED DRAGON) coming up with, what... a mutant hooker for X-MEN 3.

and why does the apartment in the RENT trailer look so fucking nice?? Columbus may be the next rant's target. argh. i'm going to finish reading SUMMERLAND since books don't seem to suck as much as music & Hollywood have been as of late... Chabon is the bomb.

you can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being

"I definitely wanted to make it a popcorn, summer movie" -Michael Bay on THE ISLAND.
"THAT'S ALL YOU EVER MAKE YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!" -Me, yelling to Michael Bay on my television screen.
What a ridiculous thing to say! Like you're capable of doing anything other than a popcorn summer movie you fucking hack. And really shitty bottom of the barrel popcorn summer movies at that.

Anyway, with that out of the way... David read my short story, "Birdwatching" today. We've been talking about adapting it into a screenplay, which is so cool. For some reason I never expected him to be interested in making BIRDWATCHING, so it's pretty cool to see that he was really enthusiastic about it and that he's throwing in some really funny ideas. "Spaced" is becoming quite an influence, much to my excitement. We talked for about an hour about it and I'm really excited to see what happens as it makes it's way to a screenplay. Then we watched more FIREFLY. I'm making him a geek, too!!

How much do we love "Swallowed in the Sea" from X&Y? It's possibly overtaking "Fix You" as my favorite track on the album. Tonight I heard the new Lizz Wright album, "Dreaming Wide Awake". We got a copy at work and I slapped my name on that sucker after hearing one song. It's really beautiful and I just adore her voice. I know it's not everyone's thing, but give it a try kids.

'night night

my phone's on vibrate for you.

ok that's not true, i spent 2 bucks for a Travis ringtone, so when you call me I get to hear "Sing".

yeah, I got a cell. i know it seems like one of the signs of the coming apocalypse, but it's not like i'm going to have the headset attached to me non-stop, talking up a storm. being sorta tech geeky lately, i was more amused with setting it up than anything else. anyway.

i got David to watch FIREFLY! ok here's the story- yesterday i was flipping channels when i saw that Ethan Erickson is now hosting Coming Attractions on E! Now, I know that we all remember Ethan from the part in JAWBREAKER where he sucked Rose McGowan's Big Stick, so I was like- wow, what's he doing hosting this crap? But that immediately left my mind when he mentioned that they would be showing the trailer for a movie spun off from a cancelled show.

Here's what a pseudoStar Wars geek I am becoming with FIREFLY... I taped it. I TAPED THE FUCKING TRAILER!!!

And then made David watch when I got home from work last night. And then suggested that he watch the pilot episode. Which is 90 minutes long. And it was already 1:30. But we watched, he liked (watched more today, even!) and I am happy. And tired. And bummed at the lack of Kylie ringtones. And going to sleep now.

oh did I mention the new issue of Q I got today? With the Glastonbury Jukebox cd? With Damien Rice singing "Creep/Blower's Daughter"? Nope, I didn't.

although who gives a fuck now that I know Coldplay sang "Can't Get You Out of My Head" at Glastonbury. I would do a lot to get a copy of that. I have a camera phone now, and very little pride. I'm just sayin'.

Guy a homosexual? Please! He lifts weights constantly!!

So lately discovering that I cannot possibly get out of bed before noon. Even with my tv waking me up at 10... and the remote control strategically placed on the other side of the room. In my defense, I've been closing all the time and not really going to bed till 2:30 or 3 in the morning. But it SUCKS because it often feels like I'm just sleeping & working. I could write a 'til tuesday song parody about it... "sleeping & working/is the hardest thing to do..." yeah, maybe later.

*sigh* and only Shawn gets that one. :) Perhaps only he can appreciate that I am listening to Cyndi singing "I don't wanna be, i don't wanna be, i don't wanna be your witness..."

okay NOW for Cracker.

You're like a lesbian trapped in the body of a gay man!

Watched a fun gay movie today, STRAIGHT-JACKET. Written/Directed by Richard Day who gave us the great (Unless you're Lily & don't like drag queens being mean to other drag queens) GIRLS WILL BE GIRLS. While it's nowhere near as hysterical as that screen gem, it is pretty funny. Sort of a DOWN WITH LOVE for gay men... um. well, ok *another* DOWN WITH LOVE. But gayer. It's about this Rock Hudson-ish guy who gets caught in a fling with another man, marries a woman to save his image and then falls in love with:

Yeah, his name is Adam Greer. And I called dibs, so get yer mitts off!! It's a good movie. With a line I myself have heard several times- the line in this entry's subject. Plus, if you click it, you'll go to the IMDB page for it and then, get to Queueing, ya'll! Next up is yet another CRACKER disc. Have I mentioned how fucking brilliant CRACKER is? And Robbie Coltrane?? Oh, and speaking of IMDB, today's movie of the day was THE PRINCESS + THE WARRIOR which I loved, but apparently Eddo hated, which goes along with the running theme of me having whack taste in movies. Hmph.

Lily- listened to the Doves some- love "Heatwave" as part of "Black & White Town". i think that's my favorite track from the album so far. Tonight as I worked, I was singing along to Prince's "Sexy MF". So that was embarrasing.

8 weeks. 2 days.