More staccato little mutterings:

1: The Simpsons is one of the best TV shows EVER.

2: I first had sex when I was 21.

3: I bought 3 DVDs last week... Unbreakable, Moby Play & Akira.

4: I have one tattoo. I want more.

5: I have one piercing. I'm pondering another one soon. But, I sort of think they're very over...

6: I'm pretty good at sex, or so I'm told...

7: I'm also a great kisser. Or so I'm told...

8: To Kill a Mockingbird is the best movie ever made.

9: My two most favorite bands are Air and St Etienne.

10: Did I mention that I'm great in bed? :P

Quick takes:

1) if anyone is actually reading this on a consistent basis, dropping me an email wouldn't be a bad thing... I always think no one is, but then suddenly someone will mention that they read it and I'm sort of surprised... so, if you are, let me know...
it's devem@earthlink.net

2) Porcelain by Moby is one of my all time forever and ever favorite songs

3) True Faith by New Order is another

4) in case you were wondering, I'm a bottom... *smirk*

5) I figured out the Sixth Sense about a third of the way through the film...

6) i like tall dark haired, not overly hairy guys the most...

7) I read comic books and if you don't like that, well... bleh on you...

Last night, I met a spritely fifth dimensional elf and his significant other. The other makes the best cosmopolitan I've ever had. Evidently it's all about Cointreau.

Anyways, I'm happy to have met the imp. And the other. They're a fun couple of people. In more ways than one...

Nearing the end of a pretty decent weekend...

Thursday nite, I went to 80s Nite at the Shim Sham for the first time. It was a heck of a lot of fun. But, I can't imagine doing it on a regular basis. 80s music is so there been there done that. Seemed like everyone I know in New Orleans happened to be there that nite. My one big ex was there, drunk off his ass. But, it seemed like everyone was drunk off their asses that night, myself included. Perhaps something to do with the unusually oppressive humidity that night.

I managed to totally freak out one out of town visiting guy by walking up to him and asking him if his name was Patric King. But... gee, if you have an website and blog with pictures of yourself and talk a bit on it about your visit to New Orleans, I don't really think this should surprise you...

For some reason that I don't exactly remember, in response to a jesting insult, Jonno poured a good third of his drink down the front of my shirt.

Evidently I made out with someone that I should not have made out with. Especially in public. Especially since, despite liking the guy, I normally really wouldn't wanna kiss him...

Hmmm... and before I even got out that nite, I had the streetcar incident. I was waiting for the streetcar at St Charles & Josephine and sweating profusely earlier that evening, when I realized I needed a quarter for the ride. So, I went to Igors to get change. On the way back, I noticed a cute guy sitting in a car which a chick was getting out of in front of the hotel on the corner. I give him the onceover, he gives it back to me. I stumble a bit in the street, caught off guard. Back to the stop...

The car sits there a while. His friend and he stare at me for a bit. I glance back occasionally, smiling because I can't help it. Finally, they leave. And make a U-turn. Staring, smiling. They go down St Charles a block. Another U-turn. More staring, more smiles. Repeat circle one more time. By this point, other people at the stop are noticing, I'm sure. The end of the final circuit comes when the streetcar pulls up. They simultaneously pull up in the car across the street. Streetcar doors open. Other people get on. They're in the car motioning for me to come over to them. Decision time...

A short time later I'm having ice water at the Quarter Scene while my two new friends have a light dinner. One of them seems to like me... Of course, the waiter at the QS has to be a gay boy who once told me that I was older than his father... one of the more traumatic moments of my adult life...

So, dinner, conversation and they drop me off at the Shim Sham. More later, I'm sure.

After the Shim Sham, I stumbled to Oz to meet the 21 year old hottie. We arrive simultaneously. We dance. We dance more. We depart eventually. Despite both of us knowing better, making out begins at the red lights on the way home. And that's a singular home. Snuggle time. That's all, mostly...

I manage to make it through a morose day at work Friday, late shift.

Saturday, I goof around, bike to the park, read in the park, have tea and a bagel at the Rue. It's a beautiful day for riding my bike. The way to Audubon park is hot, humid, moisty and muggy. Once you reach the point where you're completely saturated with sweat, the breezes feel amazing. Sitting, reading at the park, it doesn't seem nearly so hot.

The way back turns dark and blustery with the threat of rain. The garden district is really beautiful when the sun is blotted out and the wind is weaving thru the treetops. Little whirlwinds of crepe myrtle blossoms and small brown leaves swirl in the streets making me happy beyond belief. This is absolutely my favorite kind of weather. There's something quite lovely but a bit sinister about it...

Saturday night, i go to a swell dinner party. Perfectly casual and a great diverse mix of people. Care went into party and it shows and it paid off pleasantly.

I attempt to go out dancing, but I meet up with Oz's new cover charge. I will NOT pay $10 to go into that bar. Bleh.

Now it's a nice lazy Sunday... me happy mostly...

Yesterday totally sucked at work. A BAD DAY. Ugh.

But the evening salvaged the day a bit. What was supposed to be a quick run to the Virgin MegaStore with one hottie 21 year old turned into a nicely spontaneous evening of running about the Quarter with the hottie and his most amusing friend, Chris.

I love that Virgin store... the things they have on their listenings stations... so dangerous! I managed to only purchase 2 CDs... the new Basement Jaxx and Gorillaz. A litte funky electronica for my life. I need a new harder rocking CD too though... I'm wondering if Saliva's whole CD is good... I like that Your Disease song a lot...

Anyways, next thing you know, we decide to go to Pat O's for a drink. My first time in there in a good decade. I got a Skylab which I used to drink there a lot in my youth. OMG... what was I thinking in my naive youth... they suck.

Then we decided take our drinks to the Pub. Watched a little Queer as Folk, the damned first episode AGAIN. Then next thing you know we're at Oz dancing till 2:30.

And it was good.

And the 21 year old hottie who used to be 19 kisses a lot better now that he's 21...

Ugh... I think I've just entered into one of those "gee, I think I'd like to have a boyfriend" phases. Which is ridiculous. I suck at dating.

First off, I have ridiculously high ideals. They have to be reasonably and subjectively attractive. A decent body is required. A slightly alternative mindset is required, but not one that results in a lot of sneering at everyday society. An appreciation of the arts. An ability to read books and watch movies and talk intelligently about them. The ability to like a wide genre of music tastes. etc etc etc...

But, generally, one of two things will happen when I try to date. Either I'll wind up being an ass to them or they'll wind up being an ass to me. Eventually, one of us will wind up hurting the other person. It annoys me to no end when I'm dating someone and they either stop calling, cheat on me, start treating me like dirt etc etc. But, it annoys me even more when I'm dating someone and *I* do any of the above to them. Sigh.... guys suck. Me included.

So... anyone feel like dating??? :)

Diet Coke is winning the battle...

About two years ago, I one night met a cute 19 year old guy. Young, sweet, boyishly cute, naive in some ways, a bit afraid of where life might be taking him...

Over the last couple of years, we've stayed in and out of touch, mainly online and through email. He moved to New Orleans a bit before I did. A couple of months ago, we started talking on the phone. Long conversations, fun conversations. And he wound up meeting a couple of my friends and aquaintances. But, we didn't manage to meet up again for a bit.

So, last night, one of those friends invited both of us to dinner. And we went. And it was a bit awkward at times, but it was good to meet him again. Boyishly cute has grown into handsome but still cute. After dinner, another decently sized phone conversation followed.

And today, we missed going to a movie, but had coffee in the afternoon. A little less awkward...

And tonight, he has a date with a 19 year old he met at Oz last week. And I think I'm jealous... hmmm...

Sometimes when I finish a good book, I get depressed. I've made myself a part of another world, another existence and then the end of the novel forces me to remove myself from that world. And that can be depressing.

I just finished REVELATION SPACE by Alastair Reynolds. And it was astonishingly good. And original. I really love science fiction, but I find it very hard to find truly well written science fiction. Alastair Reynolds has instantly become one of my favorite writers in the genre, alongside Peter F. Hamilton. I've started CRESCENT CITY RHAPSODY by Kathleen Goonan and it seems okay so far.

When I read a lot of the current science fiction, I start to feel like I've been cheated. I think I was born about a hundred years too early. It's very easy to believe that the next few decades could easily radically alter man's existence. Genetic manipulation and nanotechnology are going to change the world one day and I'm probably gonna miss it. Bummer.

I find it not so difficult to believe that a day will come when disease is gonna be eliminated for the most part. When death is, if not defeated, forestalled for immense lengths. And I'm gonna have missed it, probably by just a few decades or a century. Grrrr.

And nanotechnology... a word most people have never heard. The possibilities that nanotech have are amazing. If you don't know what nanotechnology is, go read up on it. Someday, probably in your life, it's gonna change everything.

Hmmm, i went off into geek mode...

Blah... I survived a long weekend of work...

I've been working so much that I have nothing that interesting to talk about. I'm trying to cut Diet Coke out of my life. AND IT'S NOT EASY!! I've taken to carrying a bottle of water around all the time to try and force myself to drink water instead. We'll see...

I missed two cool parties last week. The Thursday nite Red Room thing and the Sunday nite Swamp Party. Damn. Grrr. Snarl. Must remember both next month...

Hmmm... here are songs I here on the radio that I currently like (you'll see how cheesy I can be):

Pop - NSync (eek...)
Play - J-Lo (eek...)
Bootylicious - Destiny's Child (eek... and I fucking hated Survivor)
Superman's Dead - Our Lady of Peace
that Missy Misdemeanor song whose name I forget right now...
Hit em Up Style - Blue Cantrell (only on 93.3 which has replaced 104.1 on my dial)

I'm off tomorrow, hurrah. And I intend to do some serious biking and some serious reading...