OMG... i hate this.... Blogger just ate a really long post I had just written...

Now... I just have to wonder if Mark is smitten with the music... or with me... ???

I'm thinking both...

oops... i forgot Zwan...

Someone who had read my blog recently commented to me that music must be very important to me.

It is. And on that note, here are the Artists currently loaded in my iPod (this is gonna be long):

The 6ths
Adam Rickitt
Alison Moyet
Aluminum Group
The American Analog Set
Aqualung
The Ark
Beck
Beth Orton
Billie Holliday
bis
Bjork
Broadcast
A Camp
The Cardigans
Cat Power
Charlie Parker
Cheap Glue
Cloudberry Jam
Coldplay
Craig David
Death Cab for Cutie
Death in Vegas
Dntel
Dot Allison
Electric Soft Parade
Erlend Oye
FC Kahuna
Felix da Housecat
Floraline
Frost
Frou Frou
Goldfrapp
GusGus
The Hives
Interpol
Ivy
Jamiroquai
Jay-Jay Johanson
Kings of Convenience
Komeda
Kylie Minogue
Ladytron
Lali Puna
Lighthouse Family
Massive Attack
Miniflex
Missy Elliot
Morcheeba
Ms John Soda
Mum
The Notwist
Peaches
The Postal Service
The Raveonettes
Richard Ashcroft
Rinocerose
Royksopp
Saint Etienne
The Sea & the Cake
Sigur Ros
Simian
Sleater Kinney
Sneaker Pimps
Sondre Lerche
Soviet
Strawberry Alarmclock
Tahiti 80
Tatu
Telepopmusick
Le Tigre
Zoot Woman

Make of this what you will...

Heh... in case you didn't think i was a bit of a freak... I'm way excited about this movie.

Right now... it's all about Walter! He knows who he is... My newly bright orange iPod and I worship him.

While I'm praising things... I just updated my system to Jaguar and as a result can now make use of iChat, iCal, iSync and Safari.

Add that to the fact that I found out last week that Apple had retroactively extended the warranties on iPods to a year, which meant that I could get my broken one repaired for $29.95 in shipping costs. Four days after notifying them that I needed repairs, I have a brand new replacement iPod.

And a friend told me about XNap, which has dramatically improved my ability to download music, enabling me to now have the new CD by Massive Attack and one I've been wanting for a while by the Norwegian band Frost.

All of the software I mentioned above is amazing. I'm in Apple heaven. C'mon you Windows users... Switch!. This cutie can inspire you.

I've never thought of myself as someone who particularly liked musicals, but I really loved Moulin Rouge! last year. But still... I really didn't think I'd like Chicago very much because, well... it's a stereotypically gay kinda thing to like...

But...

I went to see it last nite with a friend... and Jesus Christ! It's wonderful. I've also never really thought much about Renee Zellweger as an actress. But, boy, I have to admit there's some serious talent in that little woman. She was phenomenal. If she doesn't get an Oscar nomination... well... she will... I could go see Chicago again... and that scares me.

I'm also really really wanting to see this movie now. I thought it looked good before seeing Chicago, but now I just gotta see it...

So, today, I finally made a back up CD-rom of the 135 rare Saint Etienne songs that I have stored on my computer.

Obsessed, me?

How the heck have I missed out on knowing about Happy Tree Friends? (link via the Poppy Z Brite phorum)

Sweet Fucking Jesus!!

Since the year is almost to an end... I now present the CDs that I couldn't stop listening to this past year (and yeah, I know some of them came out last year):



They're in no particular order... but the Sigur Ros was probably my absolute favorite of the bunch...

Michael Jackson Baby Drop is about the funniest thing I've seen lately...

This is terribly sad. Stereolab has been one of my favorite bands for most of my adult life. They've been absolutely brilliant on every album they've ever done.

I'm sure that the band will go on, but one of my favorite things about their sound has always been the blending of the vocals of Laetitia Sadler and Mary Hansen. And now Mary's not gonna be there anymore...

:(

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Miramax is foolishly not promoting the movie Equilibrium and didn't release it on very many screens across the country.

I saw the trailer on Apple's website a few days ago and thought it looked kinda keen. Then Aint It Cool News starting raving about how good it was. So, I went to see it today.

HOLY SHIT! Miramax is run by idiots. This movie totally fucking ROCKS. Christian Bale, dark dystopic future and amazing action. There are some of the best filmed action sequences I've ever seen in any movie. And it's a really intelligent film. And Christian Bale is about the hottest man on the entire planet. And there's a really cute puppy in it.

Seriously, before this movie disappears from the theaters, go see it!! NOW!!!

Okay.... I'm gonna see this just cuz I love the concept of Bollywood meets Grease in that one scene...

One should be careful what one wishes for...

I've been bitching because New Orleans doesn't (as far as I can tell) have any sort of electroclash nite at any bar. So... last nite, a friend of mine who manages a bar calls me out of the blue and offers me a job DJ'ing one. Um... I don't know how to be a DJ...

I have such disgust for the tactics and commercials of the Republican party in the current Louisiana Senate election, that I will NEVER in my life ever consider voting for ANY Republican candidate again.

And I hope Suzanne Haik-Terrell dies soon of a terrible lingering illness. Or manages to be impaled by a large piece of metal for several hours before she dies...

It's about damned time... And I'm so very proud of the fact that one of my best friends, Brian, is one of the attornies working on the case.

So, last nite, I ducked into Sav A Center to buy a bottle of wine. And just as I'm grabbing the wine off the shelf, they announce over the intercom, "Attention shoppers, we will be closing in 5 minutes. Thank you for shopping at our 24 Hour Sav A Center."

I was a bit confused...

And by the way, no one has guessed correctly yet.

A bad moment is when you comment to the guy cutting your hair, "I toyed with the idea of getting a mohawk, but decided against it" and he then replies "well, you could kind of have a mohawk now" and you reply "god no, fauxhawks are dead" and then you look into the mirror and notice the guy cutting your hair's fauxhawk.

This extremely gay run on sentence brought to you by Drew.

And since I never blogged it... San Francisco was WONDERFUL.

Cuz I've barely blogged at all, I'll give ya something juicy...

One of these statements is a lie. Care to guess which?

1. I've recently slept with both partners in a couple. Neither of them know that I slept with the other.

2. I've had sex with more than three guys in one nite.

3. I've had sex in the bathroom at Oz.

4. I recently slept with one of my friend's boyfriends right after they bitterly broke up.

5. The only sexual contact I've ever had with a woman was a blowjob.

6. I've slept with my regular doctor.

7. I've had sex in the bathroom at Lafittes.

8. I once met a really hot guy in a bar who had me go to another bar and hit on his boyfriend so his boyfriend
would think a threeway was 'his' idea.

9. I've slept with three escorts who donated their services for free.

apologies... but i don't have the emotional energy to blog lately... or to answer email...

ennui is here... help

As usual, I've ended a pleasant much needed vacation and gone back to work ready to be REALLY into my job and walked back into a hellstorm. I have vacation curse...

For now... I will tell him three answers...

1) yep
2) not anytime soon... but ya never know... maybe someday...
3) three... and god are my feet fierce... *sigh* the biggest impression I made was shoes, huh? :)

San Francisco stories soon... i promise...

My blog is well named today... I am so on tender hooks...

I leave for San Francisco tomorrow morning at 6:25 am. So, no updates to this page until Tuesday the 12th, most likely. If I have access to a computer while I'm there, I may post an update or two before then though.

Anyways... back to packing and such...

Well, I did my civic duty today... I voted.

What about you? If not, get off your ass and be responsible.

I spent today in Baton Rouge at the hospital visiting my father and mother. When I got there, my dad was gone to dialysis, so my mom and I sat in his room and talked for a while, until I convinced her to accompany me to the hospital cafeteria for lunch. Eventually, my dad came back to the room. He looked way better than he did a week ago. He's still a shell of the person he was a couple of months ago though. But, seeing him improved makes it a lot easier for me to go ahead and proceed with my previously scheduled vacation this week.

While I was there, a woman came by the room to start the process for my father's continued dialysis once he returns home. Once again, I found myself in one of those weird situations that growing older brings to you. My mom was presented with form after form to sign and I could tell that it was really upsetting here and she felt like she didn't really know what all she was signing. So, I dutifully grabbed the stack of papers and read through every one of them and assured her that she hadn't signed anything that she shouldn't have.

It's weird when you have to start caretaking your parents, even in small ways...

Curious... my little bit of posting seems to have sent the amount of people passing through here back up a bit... *waves*

I'm utterly and completey re-obsessed with my favorite band of all time... Saint Etienne... all over again. Some extremely kind soul has created a super secret ftp site of their rare and out of print tunes... and I can't stop downloading...

Soon, there shall be no song by them, produced by them, written by them or featuring even one member in any way that I don't have...

I scare me.

Speaking of flying... have I mentioned that I'm going to San Francisco from next Wednesday to the following Monday? cuz i am...

So.. one day after bragging about not being sick anymore... the sinus infection I didn't know I had hit me full force... the last two days, I've at pondered doing the following things:

1. sticking a knitting needle into my ear
2. clawing my left eye out with my fingers
3. picking up a really sharp pencil and plunging it into my face right on my left cheekbone

However... I didn't think any of them would relieve the pressure...

Pray for me... I have to be on a plane in 5 days... this had SO better be done with by then, or you'll all hear me screaming as I fly over your cities...

Whoo hoo! I'm finally not sick anymore. I hate being sick. I love getting better after being sick. I feel simplisitic today.

Two days into what was supposed to be five days off of work for me to enjoy the Halloween festivities going on this weekend in NO has so far consisted of two days of me being horribly ill with a virus of some sort. Two days solid of horrible headaches and an inability to stay hydrated.

And my father just got moved into Intensive Care...

An interesting thing has been happening this week... people keep using an adjective to describe me.

nice

"You're such a nice person."

"You're just one of the nicest guys I know."

It's interesing mostly because I think of myself as a relatively mean person... but I do try to be nice...

But, on that note... I do hold grudges. And I've had a really HUGE one against someone for a couple of years. Someone who made my life so uncomfortable that I had to make major changes in it to ensure my own personal happiness. Luckily, at just the right times avenues opened up that allowed me to stay on the path I had chosen.

For a long time, I've hoped that one day that person would get their due. But, it seemed like it would probably never happen.

But...

Through various grapevines and mysterious sources, I've found out that this person's world crumbled around them seriously this past week. His foundations were knocked from beneath him. The people surrounding him all turned against him in the moment that they could have saved him. His career has been permanently marked with the sort of thing from which it can never recover. His professional reputation is in tatters. He's become a bit of a laughingstock after years of extreme arrogance.

He's been brought lower than I ever could've dreamed.

And you should see the size of the smile on my face.

Still think I'm so nice?

Dustin Hoffman Syndrome noun: the state an aging male actor enters after achieving a level of fame which is proportionally greater than his level of talent; symptoms include chewing of scenery and stage, extremely loud delivery of lines, broad gestures.

see also Gene Hackman, Al Pacino, Nicholas Cage, Tom Hanks...

Catch Me If You Can... if you'd told me that I'd wanna see a Steven Speilberg movie starring Tom Hanks and Leonardo DiCaprio, I'd have spit in your face... but... it kinda looks good...

NO NO NO!!!! Saint Etienne is playing San Francisco a week after I leave San Francisco... I gotta go break something...

I had one of those rare moments in life tonight when you have a HUGE revelation.

My father is seriously ill. Seriously as in we don't know if he's going make it through the next few days. And I was sitting on my front steps pondering this and pondering life. Thinking about my father and my relationship with him, or lack thereof.

And something suddenly occurred to me that I've never realized in my life. Despite never feeling that close to my father or having an intimate relationship with him, I am, in many ways, the same person as my father.

So very much of who I am and how I interact with the world (and my close friends will understand what I mean) is exactly the same as my father's actions and interactions. And I've never realized this in my entire adult life.

hmmm...

I'm currently reading Donna Tartt's The Little Friend . I'm only a couple of chapters into it, but I'm already sure that this is going to be THE BOOK for this year.

It's been over ten years since Tartt published The Secret History, her first novel which catapaulted her to instant literary fame, and justifiably so. She's evidently spent a great portion of that time crafting this single novel and the attention to it shows on every page.

It's set in Mississippi during the same time period as my childhood, which evidently wasn't so different from Louisiana in the same time. The dialogue and characters are all extremely true.

Hopefully, the entirety of the novel will be just as good as what I've read so far... If so, we have a modern successor to Harper Lee and Carson McCullers on our hand.

just got back from seeing a sneak preview of The Ring.

it's the best horror movie i've seen in the last ten years. and that's all i'm gonna say...

Why don't you ask me what it feels like to be a freak?

Since everyone seems to make their comments to me by email anyway... and as I read my way through other blogs, the whole 'Comments' thing just seems like a big circle jerk anyway, I killed the comments.

The clumsy twirler diaries is currently the only blog I'm really enjoying reading. I like life to be a bit blurry...

The sniper up East has upped the drama factor in his 'rampage.' Leaving a tarot card with the message, "Dear Policeman, I am God" on it brings this whole thing onto another level of future obsession for people.

Although, I think that The Hanged Man would've been a more appropriate choice than Death. Kinda sounds to me like he's going for the impact of the image of Death on the public as opposed to any sort of creepy literal mystical reading of the cards.

and since someone i met recently who had read my blog commented that I seemed obsessed with music... here's what I've been listening to:

Beck Sea Change

Ladytron Light & Magic

St Etienne Finisterre

The Beck album is one I had no expectations for and no great desire to own... but... BUY THE FUCKING CD! It's amazing. It's hands down the Album of the Year. It's cry in your beer wonderfully somberly heartbreaking fanfuckingtastic. Seriously. I knew the guy was talented, but I never knew he had a CD like this in him. I honestly think this album is an instant classic. Five stars. Six even. An A+.

Reward yourself... please... buy this CD now...

np: Air: Playground Love

there came a point for me when blogging wasn't so easy anymore...

i've always considered myself a bit of a moral relativist, and it would be a lie to say that i've had some great revelation that this isn't true... but...

i've always blogged a lot about my personal life. and i've been blogging for about 18 months now... and a lot of people that I come in contact with now seem to have come across my blog. and that makes writing about some things a bit more difficult for me.

it's hard to come home and write about a date when you know the person you spent the evening with may read it the next day, whether what you wrote was positive or negative. it's even more difficult when you're dating more than one person and you don't want those relationships to be colored by those people reading about themselves and the others...

anyways... i'm still sorting all that out... but i'm gonna try to make a return to this.

thanks much to the people who've emailed or stopped me to say that they missed me writing... i don't really know what's so great about all this for ya, but...

i'm back.... i think...

Aunt Esther died... :(

Finisterre is now in my greedy little paws thanks to Jonathan, the best friend a boy could have... a boy who worships St Etienne especially...

but, no worry... I have a real copy preordered to be shipped the day it's released...

now, i have to go listen to it!!!

A lot going on at work and a slight headcold have consumed most of my energy lately... back soon, i promise....

And this is what I woke up to in my neighborhood yesterday morning...

They saved the dogs though!!

Go here now!!!

Today is all about hugging my dog and telling her how much I love her.

One of the things I love most about my neighborhood is that it's very dog friendly. Probably a third of the people living in the Lower Garden District have dogs. We're a dog loving bunch.

My next door neighbor for the last two years has had a dalmation named Posey for nine years. Posey and I have always had a bit of a distant but genial relationship. Whenever I arrive home and she's outside, she always comes running to my car with her tail wagging and then darts away at the last second before I can pet her. It's like she's telling me that she knows I belong here and I'm part of her territory, but I don't really belong to her. I belong to another dog. Every once in a rare while, she'll actually come up to me when I'm sitting on the steps and sit next to me and let me stroke her back.

Her owner is a chef and he's been out of town, touring as the caterer for a very famous rock star. A couple of weeks ago, while he was out of town, Posey starting getting weak spells and passed out a couple of times. His girlfriend took her to the vet and got her onto medication and she's been a little better. Kent got back in town last week while the tour breaks for a couple of weeks. He's been nursing her along and she's been better but still really weak and the vet hasn't been sure what's exactly what's wrong with her.

Last nite, I had just finished washing my car when Kent got home. He let Posey out to run around a bit. She was doing her usual shy act with me. Then she started towards me on the steps, took two step and fell over in the grass in front of her house. I lept off the steps and ran to her while screaming for Kent. I stroked her head and she wagged her tail a bit while obviously struggling for breath. Kent came out and got her up and she seemed to perk back up pretty quickly. He told me he was a bit worried but that she was actually doing much better, but he would take her to the vet again this morning to have her checked out.

Around 10 AM this morning, I heard Kent drive up and then there was a knock at my door. I opened it to Kent standing outside and he simply said, "she passed away, man." He'd taken her to the vet and she'd passed out there again but revived. I'm not sure exactly what else went on at the vet's office, but Kent started home with her and she seemed okay. And then, while he was driving home, she had a seizure in his truck. And this time she didn't wake up.

We just stood on the porch for a couple minutes, both crying, uncomfortable as guys get when we cry.

I'm reallly glad that Kent and Posey got to spend her last week together. But, geez...

Now Keisha's just confused as to why I keep hugging her so tight.

a crazy long cranky week at work has kept me from blogging... apologies...

And I don't really feel like continuing last weekend's saga at this point. Know simply that Clee was here until Tuesday and I'm pretty much smitten with him bigtime... we'll see what happens... he lives in San Francisco... so... we'll see...

Ok, one quick mention about last weekend... on Saturday we went to a birthday party for Flynn and Richard at the home of Richard & Jonno. Kick ass house, fun party. Richard has pics on his page, including one of me and someone he thinks is my boyfriend. Hmmm.

Nothing interesting has happened this week at all except for me realizing I spent too much money last week and putting myself on a budget. Well, except for the purchase of comic books and the new Battle of the Planets action figures. Mark is SOOO hot. The biggest package ever on an action figure, i think...

I'm finally off work tomorrow and intend to work on my tan at the Country Club all day.

But.. here's a random pic of Clee...

I'm tired and grouchy and I had a really crappy day...

the people at work are gonna drive me over the edge one of these days...

so, no blog tonite...

but... Who's Dave? So, am I the hottie or did he send people to the wrong page? hey... lrtony.. let me know...

*sigh*

So, as I write... Clee should be safely back in San Francisco...

This past weekend was great. I went into it with knowing I was glad that Clee was coming back to visit but with a lot of trepidation over having a houseguest for 4+ days. I'm a solitary guy. I like my space. And I can get bitchy.

No space was needed. Clee is perfection to hang with. There can't be a more laid back guy on this planet. And Keisha likes him a lot. So, all was well. Better than well. All was pretty much damned near perfect.

A brief rundown of the weekend:

Thursday: I picked him up at the airport and, at his request, we went to Juan's Flying Burrito for dinner. Then we hit the Quarter for drinks and standing about at Lafittes, the Pub and Good Friends. I'm in love with the video screens at Lafittes. Everytime I go there I see a video that I fall in love with or that I've just never seen before. Thursday nite it was Sophie Ellis-Bextor's Get Over You, which is absolutely my favorite video right now, and Alcazar's Crying at the Discoteque, which is one mindfuck of a freaky video. Clee couldn't watch the Alcazar video.. evidently dancing animal headed people freak him out... Jonathan met us out at Lafittes. We ran into James at Good Friends for a bit and then headed over to the Pub, just in time for the end of the strip show.. ugh. And then dancing commenced... And then home and snuggly good sleep...

Up next... Friday... altho, in the meantime you can get a preview of Saturday here... make what you will of the little box that pops up over a certain picture... (ok.. don't make too much of it... Sturtle just makes assumptions...)

Just for comparison purposes... here's Clee from yesterday playing with his new Transformer that he bought at Target...

Clee is in town. And I'm too tired to blog about our misadventures thus far... here's a photo to show what we did this afternoon tho...

18 hours and counting... I dunno if I'll be posting much at all over the weekend... someone is almost here...

I am loved.

I found out last nite that another friend of mine had bought me an Advance copy of White Apples as well...

I'm a lucky boy.

A truly beautiful person stopped by my store tonite while I was at lunch and left me a copy of the Advance Reading Copy of White Apples.

Life am good.

Recently...

I made a detour on the way home from visiting the parents and met another blogger. Cute boy. Gotta love the awkward conversation when you meet an online friend in person for the first time...

I've been listening to this CD a LOT.

I betrayed a friend's confidence and feel crappy about it.

I've been smoking too much and drinking a lot less.

I've been reading this book.

I got a Google hit off of "ass kissing mania".

Last Thursday, I blogged that I wouldn't mind running into Jonno again soon. And Thursday nite, someone grabbed me from behind at the Pub and guess who it was?

And James turned up just in time for Jonno and I to jointly yell at him for labeling us a winters on his sidebar.

Hmmph... winter...

Oh yeah, and Mr Jonno who has a floaty little bubble thing over my link on his page that says "needs to smile more" told me that he'd never seen me smile so much as that nite.

Confidence, baby...

White Apples has a website!!!

And he's touring! Anyone up for a roadtrip to Austin on November 9th??

(as revealed to Mark earlier tonite)

unknown Drew fact: i own over $200 worth of Japanese temple incense...

Overheard while eating sushi earlier this week:

"...and all the bigger alligators eat the little alligators... it's a tough society... alligator society"

god, i love New Orleans people...

Ok... Jonno gets his link back on my sidebar cuz there's been some activity on his site... and he is the one who got me into this... and the one who (sort of) taught me html...

now if the bastard would just return one of my emails... i sorta miss hanging out with all that attitude...

If you're not doing anything on Sunday August 18, 2002 from 1 to 4pm (and if you are, cancel), then you need to come by the Lesbian and Gay Community Center of New Orleans at 2114 Decatur for a reception for one of my favorite people. I promise that you'll love his paintings.

Seriously! I'm gonna be there! You should be too... c'mon...

R.I.P., Timmy... :(

for the record... Joe the Latino is a Spic, but is not necessarily a Whore... he is cute however... and should probably be careful of requests that he makes to Bloggers while he is drinking...

Jesus christ, life is good...

I was off work again today and it was a lovely amazing wonderful incredible fantastic amazing day leading into evening.

I woke up early, surfed a bit and then met a friend at the Country Club (the bar with the pool) around 11:30 am. We ordered food delivered poolside from Bywater BBQ and gnoshed down on some incredible fried shrimp poboys. And then I sat poolside with Denise and Beau for almost 7 hours. The weather was perfect, breezy and alternating between cloudy and sunny. It was a everso quickly passing afternoon of strawberry margaritas and observation. We people watched until our eyes hurt.

Then, Beau and I decided to head to the Quarter for the early evening Sunday festivities. We met up again at the Pub and pretty much immediately both met cute guys. He snagged an English hottie with tattoo sleeves. And I got chatted up by a cute latino guy. Cute latino guy was familiar with my blog and has asked that i refer to him as Joe the Latino (Spic Whore). So, um... there... Joe the Latino (Spic Whore) was a sweetheart of a guy. We had lots of nice conversation. And that's it. We'll see if we meet again.

Beau went home relatively early and I wandered down to Lafittes. I sat at the bar and watched retro 80s videos for a bit. While there, a friend of a friend sat across the bar from me and started flirting by mimicking my movements and singing to me. It suddenly occurred to me that he was cute. Hmmm. He left after a bit though. And then the guy I blogged about a while ago who I met out at Lafittes a while ago came wandering into the bar. He came over and apologized for not keeping in contact. He claims he's been out of the state. We'll see...

So, I leave Lafittes and wander back thru the Pub. I run into friend of a friend. We chat. He says he'll see me out next weekend when i say I have to go. I say I'm not going out next weekend. He firmly insists he'll see me out next weekend. Hmmm.

I leave the Pub and head to my car, it being around 11 pm now. I decide to pick up a book from my car and walk to Angeli for dinner before I head home. A bit later, I'm happily full of a Portabella mushroom sandwich. I get my car and head home, singing loudly along to Le Tigre and Sophie Ellis Bextor....

Now... a bath, lotion for my slight sunburn... and blissful sleep....

Life am good...

and, um...i think it's 9 days till someone gets here....

well... it's official...

at work tonite, i ran into my ex's sister in law... she told me *drumroll* that I look the best she's seen me in the seven years she's know me and that i was *drumroll #2*...

a sexy beast

it's all about the confidence...

Confidence.

It's an odd thing. It's a make or break state of being. When you lack it, you're truly screwed. Having it means everything.

Lately, I seem to have it in spades. I'm not sure why exactly, but I've entered into a state of calmness whenever I'm out and about or dealing with boys. I've been flirting like crazy when we go out to bars. Eye contact across the bar, flitting smiles, etc etc. And then I just don't really care if they come over or not. I've entered a zen happy to be me phase. I'm okay with my imperfect body, my (slightly above ) average looks and slightly witty and sly personality.

Jonathan and I have gone out to the Quarter the last 3 nites and I've been had an absolute blast each nite. I've been offered phone numbers, i've been pinched in a few places, there were attempted gropings and lots of lots of smiles. And I just floated through it all with a smile on my face. And rejected them all left and right.

I'm hoping this state lasts for a bit. I like it.

I'm thinking it may have something to do with someone's impending visit.

Oh my fucking god... i DO NOT know where you can purchase the eiffel tower thingie that the Osbournes have in their house... so, if that's why you are one of the seemingly dozens of people who've found my blog through a google search for Osbournes+Eiffel+Tower... you're shit out of luck...

thanks much to Courtney who emailed me with an explanation of why I've been getting all these hits...

someone take pity on me and buy me this! It's a great value!

C'mon... i've had a crappy month...

i'm SOOO tired of waiting for this book....

Hah... take this, James.... guess who I chatted with tonite...

Meanwhile... where the hell has this one disappeared to...?

As the weekend draws to its inevitable close, I now recap for you...

Friday nite, I worked till midnite. My friend Jonathan called me early in the nite and suggested going out. I wasn't sure. But, the idea sounds nice as the nite goes on. I get off at midnite. I call him. He wants to stay home. I go home. I sit around for a bit. I decide to go out.

I get lucky and get a decent parking spot in the Quarter for a Friday nite at 1 a.m. My first stop is Good Friends for a raspberrry stoli cosmopolitan. In my defense, I must admit to having watched a lot of Sex in the City this past week. It's so good, I get another. The bar is pretty crowded for a Friday nite to my surprise. I notice a guy that I think is pretty cute. Midway thru the first drink, he comes over and says hi. I'm a bit surprised, but manage to make decent conversation. But...he has a REALLY annoying voice. Regardless, we talk a while until his friends drag him off to the Pub.

I wander aimlessly for a bit, to Lafittes, which is terribly boring, to 735 and the wind up at the Pub. I buy a bottled water to pace myself for the evening. The bartender, David, is having none of it though. A huge shot appears in front of me on the bar. The polite thing to do is to drink it, so I do. I wind up running into the guy from Good Friends again and talk to him a bit more, but manage to pull myself away from him. As I'm walking around the bar, a reasonably cute guy yells out at me from a barstool. He then apologizes for being so loud, but he evidently really wanted to get my attention. We chat. He's visiting for a wedding and staying on the Northshore. I comment on the horrible long drive he's going to have. His response? "Well, I could always drive back in the morning..." Um... no.

I extract myself again. As I'm walking around the bar, I see a guy who I went on a couple of dates with a couple of years ago who calls me infrequently but never actually makes plans with me. In a playful (and slightly tipsy) mood, I run my finger across his oh so manly chest as I pass him. A couple minutes later he's at my side. He's all, "i was leaving but I could stay if you want me to." I'm all, "hey... you look really good... stay if you want... it's up to you." He goes on with the usual "do you want me to stay" routine. And I act sort of disinterested because I'm annoyed over him calling me so intermittently. And I comment as much. He walks away saying, "I'll be here for a little while yet."

I go upstairs and wander around, running into yet another former date of several times, Jewel. This one being a bit of a major crush of the past as well as a really sweet guy. We're having decent conversation when a really cute blond guy stops to say hi to Jewel. He introduces us and the cute guy kisses me as a greeting. I turn to the bar to get a drink and look back and the two of them have their hands down each other's pants. Seriously. Next thing I know, they've disappeared. Hmmm. I run into Jewel later and comment on the cute guy and wonder whether he's a potential love interest for him. He responds, "no.. he knows the deal between us." Um... okay...

A bit later, I'm tired, so I head home. I go to bed thinking how cool I played it with Mr Intermittent Phone Guy.

Except... I wake up the next morning suddenly realizing that I got Mr Intermittent Date Guy confused with The Really Hot Guy That I See Out Every Once In a While. That wasn't who I thought it was. It was this total hottie that I would never ever normally talk to much less run my finger over the chest of... And he wanted to stay at the bar longer to talk to ME. And *I* blew him off.... Ay carumba... I can only hope he was drunk and doesn't remember too much.

I'm feeling a bit hungover early in the day, so I sit around and do nothing. I watch The Witches on DVD. I love Hammer horror movies... While I'm watching it, my friend Beau calls but I miss the call. He's heading to the Country Club to lay out.

A couple hours later, I get the message and head over there. Hardly anyone is there, but a friend from work meets me there. We hang in the late afternoon sun and have a pleasant time. Then, I head out for a little shopping at the new Target store. Very exciting Saturday nite.

Today I worked all day... And now I'm going read a trashy novel...

HELLSITE!

Yes... yes... oh, yes... there are few things in life that get me as worked up as Hellboy. See geek Drew salivate in utter superdrooly delight.

back in sweet suburbia...

What am I listening to lately? Action by Saint Etienne over and over and over and over and over again.

It's not out yet, but I have my ways... if anyone else out there is a big fan, I can provide it for ya, as long as you PROMISE to buy the new CD, Finisterre, when it comes out this fall.

And if anyone else has the remixes to Action and would like to provide me with them... you can be my buddy...

ladies & gentlemen... we have added comments...

it's even more exciting than a bag of kittens...

I have decided that my new hip happening phrase is going to be "bag of kittens." As in... well he's cuter than a bag of kittens. Or... he couldn't swim at all, he went to the bottom of the pool like a bag of kittens.

When I someday form a band... Bag of Kittens will also be the name of my band.

Take the What
animal best portrays your sexual appetite?? Quiz


linked from the Poppy Z Brite forums...

make of this result what you will...

Last nite after work, I met James, TJ and Jonathan at the Balcony Bar for a couple of drinks and random chat. Twas fun.

Jonathan and I then proceeded to the Quarter for a couple more drinks at Lafittes and the Pub. The Pub was fun because they were playing scads and scads of funny gay moments from sitcoms and old MadTV and SNL sketches. Love when they do that... although I was on Will & Grace overkill by evening's end.

Slept a bit late this morning and now I'm off the Country Club with a friend to catch some rays. And later, I'm gonna get to see my old roommate Theresa, who moved to Portland. Haven't seen her in a couple of years and it'll be great to see her.

ok... i'm just gonna say this once....

in case you haven't noticed...

i have a mad crush...

and he'll be here again in 22 days...

I've mentioned the fact that I bought a new car. What I haven't mentioned is the fact that over the last couple of weeks I've had major problems with my BRAND FUCKING NEW CAR. And I've discovered how aggravating dealing with dealerships and service departments can be. My car developed this annoying habit of jerking very noticeably when I would come to a stop.

So, last week, I took it in to the dealership near where I work, which wasn't where I bought the car. They have it all day. And do nothing to it, not even look at it. I leave it overnite. Halfway thru the day after several phonecalls from me they finally look at it and change out a sensor. But they then call me and tell me that there's an indication of transmission problems and they need to look at that. And they can't do that for another 3-4 days... if i leave my car there the whole time. I go balistic. I call the dealership where I bought the car which is about an hour and a half away and scream madly at them. I go to the local place, get my car and get up at 5 am the next day to take it to the other place. They test it, look at it and inform me that the first place fixed it. They know exactly what the problem is because there's a bulletin from Dodge about it and they assume the other place reprogrammed my car's computer.

I go home.

The car runs fine for two days. And then, as I coast to a stop at a redlight.... a big jerk. So, I call the place of purchase and scream more. Make arrangements to go there on Wednesday. This afternoon, I stop by the local place to find out exactly what they did do to my car last week. Suddenly they're nice. They offer to look at the car that afternoon and to drive me to work.

I accept.

Four hours later, they call me and tell me they're pretty sure it's fixed permanently. I pick it up. It drives better than it has since I got it.

I feel as though seventeen large chimpanzees and one really big ape are suddenly no longer sitting on my shoulders....

unless of course it happens again....

So, when I got to work today, some workmen had been staining or painting or something in the District Manager's office, which is in our store. And the breakroom and back office were full of fumes. And I spent a good half hour in them. Which led to me, the store manager and the other assistant who was there being mighty goofy. And... i showed them my blog.

I know I was high on fumes... eek...

Gee... I usually hate Robin Williams... but I really can't wait to see this movie.

Okey doke... i updated the Archive page now too...

i should also say that I'm not sure about how I feel about suddenly getting deluged with hits because some guy named Ken Layne used me as a
"random site" to illustrate how amusing it might be to confuse journalists... um.... ok... evidently, i'm a proxy for the chief correspondent of the NY Times.

that would be the same James who informed me that my new colors were garish and that the brown really didn't go with the greens... and that maybe I should start watching some gay interior design TV show...

um... no...

thanks to a random IM from James, I adopted a critter to live on my page. His name is Zedd. and he's a marginal little guy...

For the sake of nothing in particular... my recent Google hits:

Belle Sebastian Buffy
Hawkgirl Toys
Fifi Mahoney
All Batman 4-Packs
Shim Sham Club Bartender
New Orleans White Linen Night
Dominican Naked Guys
Marvel Legends Iron Man
Tender Loving Gay Sex
Haysi Fantaysi
Ricardo Pinto
Jon Fluevog
Canteloupe Vodka
Nina Perssons
Brother PC6500

oh... and speaking of the dead Tagboard....

James... it was Gorey...

Dave... who exactly saw my pic?

ok... so i've redesigned everything in an effort to jumpstart my desire to blog.

the Tagboard is gone... i refuse to pay for it... a few links are gone... if people can't be bothered to return my emails, then I can't be bothered to link their pages... and if they're not posting to their page... again, no link...

i'd really started to hate the old design... i like simple... this is simple... it's not as great looking as some other people's recently redesigned blogs... but i can live with this...

currently under renovation....

Apologies to one and all, but i seem to be hopelessly mired in ennui...


just call me Neville...