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Thursday, August 29, 2002
Horrifying convergence
I saw some goths playing hacky sack near NYU today.
Surely this means the end is nigh.
I am always afraid of back-to-school time because of the sickening number of freshman clogging up the street corners with a glazed look in their eyes. I remember being lost and overwhelmed when I started school in the big city but I like to think I snapped out of it before setting foot on Broadway.
I have a selective memory that way.
At least I was never a goth or a hacky sacker, though.
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Saturday, August 24, 2002
Child Psychology
The Gilmore Girls Soundtrack is coming out soon. No one ever believes me when I tell 'em this is an amazing show. Hell, they had an episode about Lane trying to buy a Belle and Sebastian single. Right up my saddo alley. Claudine Longet? Free Design? Black Box Recorder? When they make a real town like Stars Hollow, I'm totally moving there.
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Friday, August 23, 2002
Peek-a-boy
My boyfriend is an ad at Forbes.com... Turn off whatever pop-up blockers you have and look at the ad that comes up. That's him peeking over the monitor.
Or, actually, fuck that. Don't click through to Forbes. Here's the ad. Isn't his forehead cute?
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Wednesday, August 21, 2002
iTeaser
So while his films aren't normally my cup of tea, I've found myself getting sucked into the web campaign for Roger Avary's upcoming flick The Rules of Attraction.
Mostly because I am a sad, sick, teeny-bopper-y sucker for Ian Somerhalder and other WB second-stringers like Clare Kramer.
But anyway, Avary has hidden 25 collectable film clips throughout his website and blog. Because I suck, I've only found 3 of them--01, 05, and 10.
Anybody with some spare time and a fondness for WB stars in their underpants doing blow is welcome to help me on my treasure hunt!
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Monday, August 19, 2002
Big Gay Computer Hardware
I bought a CD Burner on eBay. It came with a red vinyl carrying case with an Apple logo on it. I think it's the gayest piece of hardware I've ever seen.
I love it. It's an MCE Lucid, by the way. I have a first-generation PowerBook G4 so there wasn't a combo CDRW/DVD made available to me. And since I didn't want to fuck with me hacked DVD firmware (which works so well with foreign DVDs) for a retro-fitted combo drive, and this puppy was only $86, I couldn't resist.
In other news, yes, I am still alive.
I'm really only posting this so my front page won't be blank. Thanks Movable Type!
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Saturday, August 03, 2002
I need this. Now.
Look, it's an Amelie Kubrick figure. It comes with the Japanese edition of the Amelie DVD. Excuse me while I die.
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Friday, August 02, 2002
hits... decreasing... page views... ebbing
Ack! So that's what I get for not posting very much: a 75% plunge in readership. And everyone's going to start de-linking me since I took my link list down. It's coming back! I swear! And I'm going to redesign the archives! I swear! Yeah. Mmm Hmm. But first, I'm going to Target to buy some shit I don't need. And then I'm going to go see the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players (warning: that's a Homestead link with some truly horrifying HTML action). Who happen to have an eight year old drummer called Rachel. I'm waiting for a Celebrity Death Match between her and Meg White.
Anyway, where was I? Here's what's what in Brian-land. My boyfriend bought a pink fishtank (pink! gay! fish!). I got a stiff neck from sleeping in a tiny bed. A few times. I have to miss the big east/west blog party next week because we're going to Cape Cod (The only thing gayer than a gayblogmeet is a trip to Provincetown, natch). We lost at the Pub Quiz by four points even though we only had 4 people on our team and the winners had 13. After leaving the quiz, we discovered that the building next door was on fire. Since our team consisted of me and three Ladies Who Ain't Gettin Any, we stopped to ogle firemen and some skinhead who apparently was in the middle of a shower when he had to evacuate.
(Aside: the poor guy wasn't wearing any shoes. One of my skeeviest nightmares involves having to walk around New York with no shoes on. Ugh.)
Anyway. That's that. You're up to speed on my boring existence. New topic.
I love love love fake diaries. And my new favorite is the 646guy blog. I used to love love love An American Boy, but he got slack with the updates and once he actually had sex with T*m Cruise, I lost interest. As for 646guy, well, he's having heart-to-hearts with the cast of Trading Spaces as they try to solve Hildy's mysterious death by tracing clues in her diary! Sheer genius. Get with the now, An American Boy!
OK! That's all I've got for now. Who do you think I am, Cory Doctorow??
