As you probably know, I-95 is east coast's main corridor. When Vic and Carla from Paramus want to jump in the Iroc and head down to Myrtle Beach, they take I-95. When Buford and Daisy from Raleigh get a bit of the wanderlust and take the Winnebago to Norwalk CT, they take I-95. When Jason, Kyle, and the fabulous gay boys who compare themselves ( Read more... )

So, among the legions of fans I have had over the years I think I have found my favorite. He is tall. He is breezy. He knows just what I like and when I like it. He is the best fan ever ( Read more... )

OK, all this product placement in movies just has to stop, because I am too much of a dork to not think it's part of the story. I saw Fantastic 4 yesterday, which takes place in New York. One of the characters picked up a payphone with an SBC logo on it outside his girlfriend's quaint flat, and I thought, "OK, what the hell is he doing in San ( Read more... )

Last week I spent three glorious days with a group of 'mos from Moe's of Laurel, MD. I don't camp, so of course I had to buy fucking everything for this trip the day of. You should have seen it. I felt like Edina dragging a bunch of luggage through the desert in the Marrakesh episode of Absolutely Fabulous. Wow...could I get any gayer? Anyway ( Read more... )

So, I have the Spot the iPod connected to the home theater system (that I finally got around to connecting all the speakers for after owning it for almost a year), I have the volume turned all the way up and am decidedly not shaking the walls. Methinks I need an amp. So, all you Apple officionados out there (and you know who you are...ahem... ( Read more... )

My memoreeeee has just been sold ( Read more... )

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I was planning on turning this entry into a Profound Piece of Reasoned Thought but my ADHD is in high gear and I don't have any Adderall. So feel free to read (or skip) this half-baked stream of 'consciousness'.

As a militant left-hander, I am getting ready to prance on down to the Capital Left-Handed Pride festivities. Every year I ask myself ( Read more... )

I suppose it was only a matter of time. My two assignments from JDawg the bass teacher are Livin' On A Prayer and You Give Love a Bad Name. As I recall, Bon Jovi finally fired their original bass player after he spent 12 years being useless. Eh. There's hope for me yet.

A text message I received earlier today:

I agree. Rachael Ray is a lying bitch."

I love this guy already.