Tomorrow is the Irish Channel St Patricks Day parade. If you're around Magazine and Jackson, look for me. I'll be there.
Eek... do I own a green shirt????
Friday, March 15, 2002
Crisis alert time...
This morning for the second time in a month, my monitor wouldn't come on at all. After about an hour of unhooking and rehooking cables and turning devices on and off in varying combinations, it finally came back into use. But... it could happen again at any time, and perhaps permanently.
I'm on the waiting list for a new iMac G4, but I can't afford it until 3 weeks from today and I'm not sure how soon one will become available.
So, if I happen to go silent at some point. Don't totally forsake me. I should reappear the first or second week of April.
This morning for the second time in a month, my monitor wouldn't come on at all. After about an hour of unhooking and rehooking cables and turning devices on and off in varying combinations, it finally came back into use. But... it could happen again at any time, and perhaps permanently.
I'm on the waiting list for a new iMac G4, but I can't afford it until 3 weeks from today and I'm not sure how soon one will become available.
So, if I happen to go silent at some point. Don't totally forsake me. I should reappear the first or second week of April.
Thursday, March 14, 2002
In case you were wondering... it's misused English. Tenterhooks are small hooks used to stretch canvas on a device called a tenter. So... tense with anticipation as though you were stretched on tenterhooks... somewhere along the way, it became "on tender hooks."
Very appropriate for me. An eccenctric New Orleanian said it in a book I read. I'm really quite a tense person at times. I was initially quite tense about the reception of this blog. As you may have noticed, I delight in mangling the English language in every way I can possibly imagine. And "tender hooks" is such a delighful contradiction of terms that just really fits my personality...
Very appropriate for me. An eccenctric New Orleanian said it in a book I read. I'm really quite a tense person at times. I was initially quite tense about the reception of this blog. As you may have noticed, I delight in mangling the English language in every way I can possibly imagine. And "tender hooks" is such a delighful contradiction of terms that just really fits my personality...
now playing on the stereo... Robbie Williams "Swing When You're Winning"...
The Oscars are in a week and I really only have two wishes for it. That either Moulin Rouge or Fellowship of the Ring win best picture. And that Halle Berry win best actress.
Yes, Halle Berry. Monsters Ball was one of the most emotionally harrowing movies I've ever seen. And she gave an incandescent performance. Who woulda thunk it?
Beautiful Mind will probably win best picture, haven't seen it, so no comment. But, I think Halle has a shot. Go Halle, go Halle...
The Oscars are in a week and I really only have two wishes for it. That either Moulin Rouge or Fellowship of the Ring win best picture. And that Halle Berry win best actress.
Yes, Halle Berry. Monsters Ball was one of the most emotionally harrowing movies I've ever seen. And she gave an incandescent performance. Who woulda thunk it?
Beautiful Mind will probably win best picture, haven't seen it, so no comment. But, I think Halle has a shot. Go Halle, go Halle...
Wednesday, March 13, 2002
Oh me, oh my... the post-birthday blues are over...
The UPS man done come and left me presents today. Thanks SOOO much to Jon Jon, Doug and George!! I got a groovy cd, two Edward Gorey books and a Moulin Rouge DVD for my birthday! Whoo hoo.
More in a bit... i just got home with last night's Buffy on tape...
The UPS man done come and left me presents today. Thanks SOOO much to Jon Jon, Doug and George!! I got a groovy cd, two Edward Gorey books and a Moulin Rouge DVD for my birthday! Whoo hoo.
More in a bit... i just got home with last night's Buffy on tape...
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
I've been dissatisfied with 'basic Drew ramblings' as a title for a while. It was boring. And it didn't always fit. And it didn't really fit me well as a descriptive term.
So... tender hooks...
Explanation... it began this morning. After a meeting at work, a promotional copy of the book IGNATIUS RISING came into my possession. It's a biography of John Kennedy Toole, the author of CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES. I brought it home and started reading it. Three and a half hours later, I closed the back cover, quite satisfied. It was a damned good read.
It should almost more accurately described as the biography of both Toole and his mother, Thelma Ducoing Toole. Anyone even somewhat familiar with CONFEDERACY should know that his mother is an integral piece of the existence of the published novel. She was a grand character, as big as life as Ignatius Reilly, the eccentric main character of the novel. It was only her persistence after Toole's death that led to the eventual publication of a Pulitzer prize winning novel. But, you have to read the bio to really get a feeling of just what her motives were.
Regardless, there was a passage in the book that delighted me. The authors recount the first time that the director and managing editor of LSU Press drove to New Orleans to meet Mrs Toole to discuss the publication of the novel. I quote now:
"Neither visitor had ever been so deep into downtown New Orleans. It was a hot spring day, and coming up the concrete steps, Hall and Phillabaum could see through the screen door into the living room. Leaning on her walker, Thelma welcomed them into the warm, stuffy house wearing a pink snap-front cotton coffee coat, a veiled straw hat, and white gloves. Her greeting to them was carefully ennunciated, 'I have been waiting for you on tender hooks.'"
Pure New Orleans.
So, each time you come here to read about my mundane life... know that I wait for you... on tender hooks.
So... tender hooks...
Explanation... it began this morning. After a meeting at work, a promotional copy of the book IGNATIUS RISING came into my possession. It's a biography of John Kennedy Toole, the author of CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES. I brought it home and started reading it. Three and a half hours later, I closed the back cover, quite satisfied. It was a damned good read.
It should almost more accurately described as the biography of both Toole and his mother, Thelma Ducoing Toole. Anyone even somewhat familiar with CONFEDERACY should know that his mother is an integral piece of the existence of the published novel. She was a grand character, as big as life as Ignatius Reilly, the eccentric main character of the novel. It was only her persistence after Toole's death that led to the eventual publication of a Pulitzer prize winning novel. But, you have to read the bio to really get a feeling of just what her motives were.
Regardless, there was a passage in the book that delighted me. The authors recount the first time that the director and managing editor of LSU Press drove to New Orleans to meet Mrs Toole to discuss the publication of the novel. I quote now:
"Neither visitor had ever been so deep into downtown New Orleans. It was a hot spring day, and coming up the concrete steps, Hall and Phillabaum could see through the screen door into the living room. Leaning on her walker, Thelma welcomed them into the warm, stuffy house wearing a pink snap-front cotton coffee coat, a veiled straw hat, and white gloves. Her greeting to them was carefully ennunciated, 'I have been waiting for you on tender hooks.'"
Pure New Orleans.
So, each time you come here to read about my mundane life... know that I wait for you... on tender hooks.
Monday, March 11, 2002
Sunday, March 10, 2002
Since a couple of people have actually used my Guestbook... a couple of replies:
1) yes, James, I read you :P now quit
bitching about your job so much, i can tell you really like it :P
2) Philip in Hattiesburg... thanks :)
3) Nick... i can only talk about restaurants as I eat at them. I wrote about
Marisol earlier today. Eat there!
Some places I enjoy: Miyako, Martinique Bistro, Juan's Flying Burrito
1) yes, James, I read you :P now quit
bitching about your job so much, i can tell you really like it :P
2) Philip in Hattiesburg... thanks :)
3) Nick... i can only talk about restaurants as I eat at them. I wrote about
Marisol earlier today. Eat there!
Some places I enjoy: Miyako, Martinique Bistro, Juan's Flying Burrito
the birthday report...
So, I worked from 7-4 yesterday. Stupid of me, boring as hell.
Around 7, my friends Jonathan and Steve met me at my apartment to go to dinner. We drove to the Marigny and parked. Since we were a bit early, we stopped at The Spotted Cat for a drink. I've heard good things from several people about the infused vodkas they have there. So, I got a grapefruit martini (tacky sounding, I know). The grapefruit flavor was nice, but the inexpensive price should have clued me in to the quality of the vodka. The Spotted Cat is a nice little dive and I wouldn't mind hanging out there again sometime. We left for dinner just as the evening's band was starting to play. It was sort of embarrassing and we all felt like we needed to somehow explain our dinner reservation to the crowd. Um, but we didn't...
Anyways, on to dinner at Marisol. The entire dinner was a complete treat. From the little caviar thingies they give you to whet your appetite through to dessert. On recommendation from an acquaintance, I got the porcini bruschetta as an appetizer. And, oy vey, was it good... roasted garlic, basil, slices of porcini...
My friends both got a peanut soup that had crusted shrimp floating on it. Tried it. Loved it. Especially the shrimp.
My main course was roasted lamb osso bucco served with an oven roasted tomato, arugula and goatcheese pizza. It was to die for. The lamb was perfectly soft and fell right off the bone. And I'm a sucker for arugula, roasted tomatos and goatcheese all, so it's sort of like this dish was on the menu just for me. I only managed to eat a little over half the dish because the serving was extremely generous. (And for anyone from the larger metropolitan areas reading this and sneering because you think roasted tomatos and arugula are tacky 80s LA food and completely over... fuck you... good food should not be a trend, if something is tasty, it should stay around)
I had a white wine which I absolutely don't remember the name of with dinner. It was pleasant but not too exciting. The only slight criticism I might have of Marisol is that the winelist isn't too exciting. The waitress brought me a third glass of wine as a birthday present. Sweet of her. I only drank half of it thought, didn't wanna get all winedrunk. Silly me.
Dinner ended with a shared hot chocolate cake, which of course arrived with a burning candle. Grrr.
Throughout the evening, we were all utterly fascinated with the hostess at Marisol. She was an extreme ennunciator (sp?). It was a good fascination though, we found her very charming.
After dinner, we decided to get one more drink at The Spotted Cat before Steve went home and Jonathan and I went dancing. This time I decided to try the melon infused vodka. Mistake. I could only drink about three sips of it. It tasted *wrong*. Very wrong.
We left there and Steve dropped Jonathan and I off in front of Good Friends. I started feeling a bit funny. Jonathan ordered a drink. I abstained. After a bit of chatting, we headed to Oz and danced a bit. I started to feel even more odd but kept my mouth shut about it. Jonathan got a drink, I got water. We head to Lafittes.
At Lafittes, my friend Flynn called and said he was getting off work and heading over to meet us. At this point, I started feeling really terrible. Like, totally nauseated terrible. And I NEVER get nauseated, especially not on three and half drinks over 3 hours and a big meal.
By the time Flynn got to Lafitte's, all i wanted to do was go home. On my birthday. My birthday on which I was supposed to dance the night away. My birthday on which Jonathan planned to get me plastered. My birthday on which I was supposed to be utterly charming and gracious all night as I was repeatedly wished "happy birthday" by people I had just informed that it was my birthday.
Instead, I was home and in bed by midnight. Feh.
And, for the record, it had nothing to do with Marisol. It had everything to do with that melon infused vodka. Stupid canteloupes. A pox on the canteloupe and the cheap vodka it was soaked in.
Regardless, dinner was fun...
So, I worked from 7-4 yesterday. Stupid of me, boring as hell.
Around 7, my friends Jonathan and Steve met me at my apartment to go to dinner. We drove to the Marigny and parked. Since we were a bit early, we stopped at The Spotted Cat for a drink. I've heard good things from several people about the infused vodkas they have there. So, I got a grapefruit martini (tacky sounding, I know). The grapefruit flavor was nice, but the inexpensive price should have clued me in to the quality of the vodka. The Spotted Cat is a nice little dive and I wouldn't mind hanging out there again sometime. We left for dinner just as the evening's band was starting to play. It was sort of embarrassing and we all felt like we needed to somehow explain our dinner reservation to the crowd. Um, but we didn't...
Anyways, on to dinner at Marisol. The entire dinner was a complete treat. From the little caviar thingies they give you to whet your appetite through to dessert. On recommendation from an acquaintance, I got the porcini bruschetta as an appetizer. And, oy vey, was it good... roasted garlic, basil, slices of porcini...
My friends both got a peanut soup that had crusted shrimp floating on it. Tried it. Loved it. Especially the shrimp.
My main course was roasted lamb osso bucco served with an oven roasted tomato, arugula and goatcheese pizza. It was to die for. The lamb was perfectly soft and fell right off the bone. And I'm a sucker for arugula, roasted tomatos and goatcheese all, so it's sort of like this dish was on the menu just for me. I only managed to eat a little over half the dish because the serving was extremely generous. (And for anyone from the larger metropolitan areas reading this and sneering because you think roasted tomatos and arugula are tacky 80s LA food and completely over... fuck you... good food should not be a trend, if something is tasty, it should stay around)
I had a white wine which I absolutely don't remember the name of with dinner. It was pleasant but not too exciting. The only slight criticism I might have of Marisol is that the winelist isn't too exciting. The waitress brought me a third glass of wine as a birthday present. Sweet of her. I only drank half of it thought, didn't wanna get all winedrunk. Silly me.
Dinner ended with a shared hot chocolate cake, which of course arrived with a burning candle. Grrr.
Throughout the evening, we were all utterly fascinated with the hostess at Marisol. She was an extreme ennunciator (sp?). It was a good fascination though, we found her very charming.
After dinner, we decided to get one more drink at The Spotted Cat before Steve went home and Jonathan and I went dancing. This time I decided to try the melon infused vodka. Mistake. I could only drink about three sips of it. It tasted *wrong*. Very wrong.
We left there and Steve dropped Jonathan and I off in front of Good Friends. I started feeling a bit funny. Jonathan ordered a drink. I abstained. After a bit of chatting, we headed to Oz and danced a bit. I started to feel even more odd but kept my mouth shut about it. Jonathan got a drink, I got water. We head to Lafittes.
At Lafittes, my friend Flynn called and said he was getting off work and heading over to meet us. At this point, I started feeling really terrible. Like, totally nauseated terrible. And I NEVER get nauseated, especially not on three and half drinks over 3 hours and a big meal.
By the time Flynn got to Lafitte's, all i wanted to do was go home. On my birthday. My birthday on which I was supposed to dance the night away. My birthday on which Jonathan planned to get me plastered. My birthday on which I was supposed to be utterly charming and gracious all night as I was repeatedly wished "happy birthday" by people I had just informed that it was my birthday.
Instead, I was home and in bed by midnight. Feh.
And, for the record, it had nothing to do with Marisol. It had everything to do with that melon infused vodka. Stupid canteloupes. A pox on the canteloupe and the cheap vodka it was soaked in.
Regardless, dinner was fun...
Saturday, March 09, 2002
Friday, March 08, 2002
Scary but true recent moment... a while back I bought a Barbie. It's a boy Barbie. His name is Blaine. He's part of a set called Generation Girl. So, technically his name is Generation Girl Blaine.
He's very gay. He has a silver jacket, a necklace of the sort that the boys like these days, some cool shades and a collection of house records. I kid you not. He comes with a stand that you can stand him on. The stand says Generation Girl on it.
He's very gay.
That's not the really scary part. The other day I stopped at Toys R Us to look at Batman action figures. Before I left TRU, I found myself browsing the Barbie clothes looking for Ken clothes. Part of me seemed to think Blaine might like a change of clothes. I snapped out of it before I spent money.
But... still... that was the scary part.
He's very gay. He has a silver jacket, a necklace of the sort that the boys like these days, some cool shades and a collection of house records. I kid you not. He comes with a stand that you can stand him on. The stand says Generation Girl on it.
He's very gay.
That's not the really scary part. The other day I stopped at Toys R Us to look at Batman action figures. Before I left TRU, I found myself browsing the Barbie clothes looking for Ken clothes. Part of me seemed to think Blaine might like a change of clothes. I snapped out of it before I spent money.
But... still... that was the scary part.
a relatively boring day at work... not much to report.
I'm SOO ready for tomorrow night. I want nice dinner. I want expensive wine. I want fancy cocktails. I want to look great and feel even better. I want to dance. I want cute boys to smile at my while I'm dancing. And it being my birthday, this all BETTER happen.
I'm SOO ready for tomorrow night. I want nice dinner. I want expensive wine. I want fancy cocktails. I want to look great and feel even better. I want to dance. I want cute boys to smile at my while I'm dancing. And it being my birthday, this all BETTER happen.
tomorrow's my birthday... tomorrow's my birthday... whoo hoo... feel free to help me celebrate..
Okay, that's the last time I do that, promise...
Okay, that's the last time I do that, promise...
Thursday, March 07, 2002
It appears as though I've never mentioned the fact that my ex-boyfriend, Dave, joined the Peace Corps. Or at least that's what he claims.
So... my ex, Dave, joined the Peace Corps. He's currently training in the Dominican Republic and I got my first email from him today.
And he sounds happy. And that makes me happy.
Dave walked away from a job that payed him a really decent salary to be an unpaid volunteer in an extremely backward country. He didn't like his career, so he changed things. Part of me thinks he was sort of stupid, but a larger part of me greatly admires him for having the cojones to change the life he didn't like.
The hard part is that Dave and I were extremely good friends, the type of friendship that being in a relationship for 7 years can forge. We talked frequently. And now I can't just pick up the phone and call him when I see a stupid commercial. But, as long as I keep getting email from him that sounds like he's in a good place mentally, I'll be okay with that.
I do miss ya though, Dave...
So... my ex, Dave, joined the Peace Corps. He's currently training in the Dominican Republic and I got my first email from him today.
And he sounds happy. And that makes me happy.
Dave walked away from a job that payed him a really decent salary to be an unpaid volunteer in an extremely backward country. He didn't like his career, so he changed things. Part of me thinks he was sort of stupid, but a larger part of me greatly admires him for having the cojones to change the life he didn't like.
The hard part is that Dave and I were extremely good friends, the type of friendship that being in a relationship for 7 years can forge. We talked frequently. And now I can't just pick up the phone and call him when I see a stupid commercial. But, as long as I keep getting email from him that sounds like he's in a good place mentally, I'll be okay with that.
I do miss ya though, Dave...
First things first. Felix da Housecat is currently rocking my fucking world. Take the sensibility of Thrill Kill Kult, thee syntax of Psychic TV, a big helping of 80s Detroit techno (e.g. Model 500, Juan Atkins), a spoonful of Chicago house, a bit of the cheekiness of Bran Van 3000 and blend well. The result might be something like the album, Kittenz and Thee Glitz.
As you may deduce, I went to the Virgin MegaStore today. Oh the simple pleasure of simply being in that store. I spent well over an hour listening and browsing. The final tally was 6, yes SIX, CDs purchased. And that's on top of the two I bought last night. In case you had no clue how schizophrenic my tastes are, here's all eight:
Kylie Minogue - Fever
Avalanches - Since I Left You
Felix da Housecat - Kittenz and Thee Glitz
The White Stripes - White Blood Cells
South - From Here on In
The Hives - Your New Favourite Band
LostProphets - The Fake Sound of Progress
rinocerose - Music Kills Me
Criticize me as you will for my music tastes... :P
As you may deduce, I went to the Virgin MegaStore today. Oh the simple pleasure of simply being in that store. I spent well over an hour listening and browsing. The final tally was 6, yes SIX, CDs purchased. And that's on top of the two I bought last night. In case you had no clue how schizophrenic my tastes are, here's all eight:
Kylie Minogue - Fever
Avalanches - Since I Left You
Felix da Housecat - Kittenz and Thee Glitz
The White Stripes - White Blood Cells
South - From Here on In
The Hives - Your New Favourite Band
LostProphets - The Fake Sound of Progress
rinocerose - Music Kills Me
Criticize me as you will for my music tastes... :P
I just finished another novel. PICOVERSE by Robert Metzger. Science fiction. Very very good.
I'm always sort of sad when I finish a good book. I'm sorta sad now. I miss the characters. I miss the other reality I've left behind.
Feh. I'm going to the French Quarter. It's a beautiful day and I'm not working. Now I just need to find a good book to take with me.
Details to follow...
I'm always sort of sad when I finish a good book. I'm sorta sad now. I miss the characters. I miss the other reality I've left behind.
Feh. I'm going to the French Quarter. It's a beautiful day and I'm not working. Now I just need to find a good book to take with me.
Details to follow...
*bashes head against desk in utter aggravation*
Ok... so... I haven't talked to THAT GUY since the weekend when we aborted our plans. And I haven't seen him in almost 2 weeks. He's going away for the weekend.
Is he not calling me? Am I not calling him? Why am I angsting over this? Am I angsting over this? I like him. Why haven't *I* called him?
*sigh*
Ok... so... I haven't talked to THAT GUY since the weekend when we aborted our plans. And I haven't seen him in almost 2 weeks. He's going away for the weekend.
Is he not calling me? Am I not calling him? Why am I angsting over this? Am I angsting over this? I like him. Why haven't *I* called him?
*sigh*
Wednesday, March 06, 2002
A little research reveals a few things about my day of birth, March 9th...
In 1996, George Burns died on my birthday. In 1997, the Notorious B.I.G. became D.E.A.D.
Both Rodney King and Mark Furman testified in the respective trials they were involved in on my birthday. Make of that what you will.
Famous people, dead or alive, who share my birthday (with age of celebration this year in parantheses):
Juliette Binoche (38)
Mickey Gilley (66)
Mickey Spillane (84)
Marty Ingels (66) -- hmmm, not a very good birthday for him, I imagine
Bobby Fischer (59)
Emmanuelle Lewis (31) -- i find this to be an omen of ill portent
Lil Bow Wow (15)
Yuri Gargarin (dead)
Gustav Stickley (also dead)
Samuel Barber (yep... dead dead dead)
To celebrate I intend to dine with a couple of friends at Marisol on the evening of my birthday. Lil Bow Wow will probably not be in attendance. The Notorious B.I.G. will certainly not be there.
In 1996, George Burns died on my birthday. In 1997, the Notorious B.I.G. became D.E.A.D.
Both Rodney King and Mark Furman testified in the respective trials they were involved in on my birthday. Make of that what you will.
Famous people, dead or alive, who share my birthday (with age of celebration this year in parantheses):
Juliette Binoche (38)
Mickey Gilley (66)
Mickey Spillane (84)
Marty Ingels (66) -- hmmm, not a very good birthday for him, I imagine
Bobby Fischer (59)
Emmanuelle Lewis (31) -- i find this to be an omen of ill portent
Lil Bow Wow (15)
Yuri Gargarin (dead)
Gustav Stickley (also dead)
Samuel Barber (yep... dead dead dead)
To celebrate I intend to dine with a couple of friends at Marisol on the evening of my birthday. Lil Bow Wow will probably not be in attendance. The Notorious B.I.G. will certainly not be there.
3 days (and counting) to the birthday... is this a good thing or a bad?
So, yesterday, I read something absolutely horrifying in the newspaper. The two years are coming to an end.
That's right... Celine Dion's temporary retirement is nearly over. The comeback single is due to be released at any moment. God help us all.
I *almost* hate her more than raisins. Almost.
So, yesterday, I read something absolutely horrifying in the newspaper. The two years are coming to an end.
That's right... Celine Dion's temporary retirement is nearly over. The comeback single is due to be released at any moment. God help us all.
I *almost* hate her more than raisins. Almost.
Tuesday, March 05, 2002
I find it to be a rather scary fact that Amazon knows me better than my friends do. It's sort of disconcerting to load their webpages (US or UK) and suddenly have 15 things that I really would like to have pop up on screen.
We live in dangerous times.
Tangentially, I simply must have the song "Addicted to Bass" by Puretone. I wonder if Virgin has it as an import single? I must visit there on Thursday...
We live in dangerous times.
Tangentially, I simply must have the song "Addicted to Bass" by Puretone. I wonder if Virgin has it as an import single? I must visit there on Thursday...
Monday, March 04, 2002
So, dating is something I really suck at for the most part. And I'm sort of trying to sort of do it right now, I guess. Not DATING DATING as in just me and him seeing only me and him and no one else. Just dating, written once no capitals, as in me and him and either of us can see other people and we only do something once a week or so.
But, I still suck at it.
It's the guy from Mardi Gras day. And I really think he's a sweet charming together fellow. He likes the right music, boy does he like the right music. He's older than me. He has a good job. A good life. He's smart. He's handsome. He's witty.
And I haven't seen him in over a week. And probably won't for another one. Grrr. We were supposed to do something yesterday, but the weather was blah. And I was hungover. And we didn't. do. anything.
So, we were supposed to do something tonight. Perhaps see a movie. But, he forgot about a charity board meeting that he had to attend. So, once more, no dice. I work nights the next two days. And then he's out of town for a long weekend.
Stupid hangover. Stupid grey day. Stupid me for wondering if he's just putting me off cuz he's not really wanting to see me, even though I have a bit of evidence that says otherwise.
The scary part is that two different guys that I happen to think are quite sexy fellas have suddenly been out and out asking me to sleep with them over the last couple weeks. And I keep saying no or putting them off.
Hmmm. I suck at dating.
But, I still suck at it.
It's the guy from Mardi Gras day. And I really think he's a sweet charming together fellow. He likes the right music, boy does he like the right music. He's older than me. He has a good job. A good life. He's smart. He's handsome. He's witty.
And I haven't seen him in over a week. And probably won't for another one. Grrr. We were supposed to do something yesterday, but the weather was blah. And I was hungover. And we didn't. do. anything.
So, we were supposed to do something tonight. Perhaps see a movie. But, he forgot about a charity board meeting that he had to attend. So, once more, no dice. I work nights the next two days. And then he's out of town for a long weekend.
Stupid hangover. Stupid grey day. Stupid me for wondering if he's just putting me off cuz he's not really wanting to see me, even though I have a bit of evidence that says otherwise.
The scary part is that two different guys that I happen to think are quite sexy fellas have suddenly been out and out asking me to sleep with them over the last couple weeks. And I keep saying no or putting them off.
Hmmm. I suck at dating.
I am Drew, mighty master of HTML! Okay, so all I've been doing the last day or so has been really really simple basic stuff, but I feel good about it! I'm learning something new. And it's addictive. If anyone had made multiple visits to this page yesterday, they would've seen about 15 different versions of it over the course of the day. I *think* I may be done for a bit now tho.
But... I'm ready for a namechange. This will take much thought and time though.
Adding a counter to my page is REALLY scary. Now I'll know just how little my page is read. I may slide into depression over this. Save me by sending all your friends my way posthaste.
But... I'm ready for a namechange. This will take much thought and time though.
Adding a counter to my page is REALLY scary. Now I'll know just how little my page is read. I may slide into depression over this. Save me by sending all your friends my way posthaste.
Sunday, March 03, 2002
I was about to post that I hate wasted Sundays, but I guess I did do one productive thing today... I learned more about HTML and how to manipulate my blog. I like the changes. Do you?
Thanks to Doug for the pointers.
Thanks to Doug for the pointers.
Friday, March 01, 2002
Fridays... blah...
I'm just up and not very inspired by the weather outside. It's grey, cool and misty rainy. And I have to be at work at noon.
Work should be sort of interesting late in the day. Chris Rice is going to be doing a reading and signing for his new novel, The Snow Garden tonight at 7. So, hopefully, a bunch of cute boys will come to see him. *smirk* Just to be safe, I'm making sure I look killer today.
I've been terribly uninspired of late to do much reading, which sucks. I've been trying to read some Storm Constantine or to finally finish The Naked God, the last book in Peter F. Hamilton's Night's Dawn trilogy.
I went to see Queen of the Damned yesterday. Boy, and I always thought that book was bad. The novel is an absolute masterwork compared to that dreadful lifeless film. And I have to say it. No one else will. She may be dead now, but Aaliyah was without a doubt one of the worst things about the movie. She was dreadfully miscast, but then so was most of the cast.
On a final note, you may want to trot over to here if I'm boring you. It's the new ultra-exciting hub of New Orleans blog activity. There are some much more dedicated bloggers hanging about there. Just not cuter ones... *smirk*
I'm just up and not very inspired by the weather outside. It's grey, cool and misty rainy. And I have to be at work at noon.
Work should be sort of interesting late in the day. Chris Rice is going to be doing a reading and signing for his new novel, The Snow Garden tonight at 7. So, hopefully, a bunch of cute boys will come to see him. *smirk* Just to be safe, I'm making sure I look killer today.
I've been terribly uninspired of late to do much reading, which sucks. I've been trying to read some Storm Constantine or to finally finish The Naked God, the last book in Peter F. Hamilton's Night's Dawn trilogy.
I went to see Queen of the Damned yesterday. Boy, and I always thought that book was bad. The novel is an absolute masterwork compared to that dreadful lifeless film. And I have to say it. No one else will. She may be dead now, but Aaliyah was without a doubt one of the worst things about the movie. She was dreadfully miscast, but then so was most of the cast.
On a final note, you may want to trot over to here if I'm boring you. It's the new ultra-exciting hub of New Orleans blog activity. There are some much more dedicated bloggers hanging about there. Just not cuter ones... *smirk*
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