The Modern Log

It’s the last day of November. And the last day of this NaBloPoMo experiment. I missed one day (November 22), because I was at my parents’ house and I forgot. What a bummer. I learned that I really do not have something to say every day. I learned that I probably would be better [...]

As I sat on the bus on my way home this evening, I thought, “I wonder if I could track down Karla Homolka. I think she’s just up in Quebec. That’s not even a long trip.”
If you don’t know who she is, or how reading this book is starting to make me think very bad [...]

Over a quick dinner of chopstick salad at Dojo on Sunday (It’s the simple things, I tell you), me, Dollo y El Fano were taking advantage of the nostalgic location to sort out what our horrible nickname for one woman was.
Didn’t you call her Potato something — not Potatoey Goodness. [Yes, who could confuse [...]

I was off from work today. I took a vacation day so that I could go out last night and see Kiki & Herb do an 11:30 p.m. show (that started mercifully on time) at Joe’s Pub where they played some favorite holiday standards (”Frosty the Snowman,” “Fox in the Snow/Holiday” and the nothing-says-Christmas-like “Rudolph [...]

15 years ago today I went to my first general admission, standing-only show. It was EMF at Roseland, with Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine and Cop Shoot Cop opening. MTV News had recently done a long report on the crowd-surfing phenomenon, and my mother was horrified. But I went.
PS Dang, I’m old.

When I woke up this morning, there were two strange men in my house. And I’d only met one before. So we all went out to get breakfast on the corner. They went their way, me and Dollo went back home. The scandal.*
* Of course there is a very scandal-free explanation for this all, but [...]

Thanksgiving was delightful, but I am so beat today. All of my muscles hurt and I can’t hardly keep my eyes open.
I was supposed to go out and do something fun, or at the very least catch up on “Dexter” today, but I didn’t even pull that off.
What did I do? Eat way too much [...]

When I read that Cheney was going to Iraq for Thanksgiving, I thought, “Ugh, it’s already miserable that these kids have to be in Iraq for Thanksgiving. Why make it worse for them?” And then I read that he didn’t actually go. And I thought, “What a prick.” Sorry, Cheney. You just can win with [...]

Oh well. At least I tried.

February 1998: Favorite (or maybe second favorite, depends on the day) band writes a theme song on the spot for me me me. No wonder I’m miserable now. How do you top this?

Although, to be fair, tonight’s glorious hockey game (4-0 win against the Stanley Cup champions, a big shutout for Henrik) was an absolute [...]

I was going to post this great entry about all the things I want to say at the hockey games but don’t, but all I can remember is a general, “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to punch you in the mouth, you stupid fucking fuckhead” or something.
Oh, yeah, now I remember [...]

I went out last night for a party and ended up at the wrong bar (Fat Black Pussycat instead of Fat Cat Billiards). The magic is that, despite my leaving my phone at home and having no idea where Fat Cat Billiards was, we got there in plenty of time for plenty of partying. And [...]

There’s been a “Parental Control” marathon (it’s like a twisted “Change of Heart”) on in the background all day, and I haven’t caught an ending yet where the kid picked a new person. Do they always go with their original boyfriend or girlfriend? What’s the point?

Here’s another from the “Ding Dong… You’re Wrong” video vault. I could write 400 books about this moment in time, this piece of a song, this lasting memory of a time when I loved one band more than most anything else in the world. But instead you can just watch it. Maybe you’ll understand. [...]

Thanks be to lovely Briddy-B. I revisited this ol’ OK Cupid delight. I needed this help with a post today. PS The result is so me, isn’t it?

The Window ShopperRandom Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDf)
Loving, hopeful, open. Likely to carry on an romance from afar. You are The Window Shopper.
You take love as opportunities come, which [...]

Coincidence, or a clear case of Jay sweating my technique? I can’t say for sure. I wonder if he took his shot in the Bowery Ballroom basement bar also, or if that red is all after effects. Either way, I bet he didn’t take that photo himself. Got you there, Hov. I’m talented, son.

This has a lot of bad words, but all are deserved.
This week on my #1 all-time favorite podcast, “Gay Pimpin’ With Jonny McGovern,” Reichen Leimkuhl won the Douchebag of the Week Award (after they read Vanessa Minnillo within an inch of her life for her hugely offensive “Ugly Vanessa” stunt) for proudly saying he’s a [...]

I just got an email advertising a Holiday Swing Ball, and I assumed (just by reading “Holiday Swing Ball” in the subject) that it meant swing like swingers, not swing dancing.
I’m sure that says something about me that I don’t want to know.

I am exhausted. And I really want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Over the weekend I fell in make believe love and quickly broke up with two people (this is how I roll).
First was that huge dude from “Kitchen Confidential” who is now on “The Nine” (we broke up because he is going to marry [...]

I'm still out, and I probably will still be out past midnight, so I'm trying to post this from afar. Still out at midnight? But don't you have to work tomorrow at 6. Why yes. Yes I do. But as Missy says, a chick's gotta live.