Christian and I trekked to the Boudoir Bar in Brooklyn for Larry Getlen’s comedy show, Brew-Ha-Ha. Christian’s set went well considering the audience was nearly comatose through the performers that preceded him, save for Joe DeVito and Ray Somethingorother who both reminded everyone it was okay to laugh. So Christian performed some new material including … More I’m Robochick™ and I’m Golden . . . For Now.
Me: You want some ice cream? Security Guard: No thanks, I’m drinking scotch. Who, wha?! Scotch. At 3:00 in the afternoon. At work. The Security Guard. Shouldn’t he be securing or guarding?
Jack: I know at least five married guys that would go out with you right now. Me: I don’t date married men. Lenny: That’s discriminatory! Jack: No, that’s a shame.
Tonight I went to see American Splendor. There were some terrific performances by some fine actors, but I just don’t get how it scored a 92 on Metacritic. Harvey Pekar’s comic book is basically a blog, only illustrated and stapled in the middle. On the way to the theater, we saw a dead homeless guy. … More 8.31.2003
So, I didn’t stick around for the VMAs. (I did, however, take some photos of the carousel and stuff.) After dodging and darting through an ocean of teeny bopper boys and girls all set to go to college this year on Daddy’s dime, I realized I have no clue who most of the nominees are … More VMA Update
I finally bought a set of dishes. That’s right, you read it here first. After six months of living with one dish that in its former life served as a candle holder, I am the proud owner of a set of simple, dark red dishes. And a shower curtain. I own a shower curtain now. … More 8.28.2003
Hey, Ann thinks we’re terrific! You wouldn’t dream of debating with her now, would you?
My feet must be made of leather. So many people were kvetching about their walk home on Thursday and the sad state of their feet. I walked four miles in 1.5 hours in four inch (motherfu*king gorgeous) heels with no problems whatsoever. Bet you want to suck my toes now, don’t ya? Thought so. Pale … More These Toots(ies) Were Made For Walkin’
The media produces such elaborate “specials” upon the death of a Hollywood Legend, it makes me wonder if they plan these things in advance. It would be prudent; because, even in Hollywood, no one lives forever. Sadly, not even Katherine Hepburne. My only question is, what age is the threshold for entering the Editorial Death … More News Flash: Botox Doesn’t Curb Death!
Have you ever looked so long and deep into someone that you felt like your thoughts were in synch? That you both were feeling and thinking, “This is it. This is who you are and I am me and together this is us and this is it. This is who we are and what we’ll … More Hey, Quick Question.
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