The Modern Log

I’m having a cocktail now, a mixture of my own creation (well, my own naming, at least). It’s The Beast, and it is raspberry vodka (it’s Vox tonight, but whatever you have will do), cranberry juice and grapefruit juice. It is a delight. Try one today!
The VH1 countdown is currently on my TV — because [...]

Today really sucked. I almost cried. I have once at work, just once, and it was because I hate Michael Jackson. Today I just had had it. I came in early, at 5:30, because I thought there may be some extra news this morning. There wasn’t really, but there’s always so much to do. [...]

I’m finally watching that Britney Spears special (um, it’s my job) and I don’t think I’m having the right reaction. First of all, I’m totally angry that they — who are “they”? I don’t know, but they’re getting paid a fortune! — let her go on TV looking like that. Her weave is a mess, [...]

The shift key on my keyboard stopped working. Just the left-side one, but that’s the only one I use. This is so annoying.
If you’re wondering how the Don McKellar fixation is going, it’s just fine, thanks. “Childstar” is currently on the Sundance Channel’s playlist if you’re so inclined. I do not like that chin patch [...]

This is a week of butt.
First Kevin Aviance gets gay bashed. In the East Village. By a group of punk-ass bitches who apparently didn’t get the memo that “Bloods” and “Crips” (please, Bloods and Crips in NY is so ridiculous anyway) aren’t supposed to hang out together (um, hi) ganging up on lone men.
And then [...]

Dollie’s suggested letter for me to send to Don McKellar:
Dear Don McKellar,I have, in the past, overlooked the severe lazy eye of Chris Murphy (after he won a Juno), and it enables me to overlook your similar shortcoming. I was going to approach you back at the “Childstar” premiere at BAM, but you were not [...]

While waiting for the bus today (Oh God, I hate doing this. This is why I walk the 70 miles from the train. But I forgot an umbrella today, so bus it was), I had an incredibly vivid fantasy featuring a boy that I like (Who I really have to give up liking. I haven’t [...]

I shouldn’t be writing inane stories. I should be cleaning. But I don’t want to clean, so I will tell my inane stories.
Friday was 10 years since I met Dollo, so Dollo took me to 21 for steak and creme brulee and something they call a Bee’s Knees which is a cocktail made of rum [...]