Am

I cannot believe I am making this post.

2004-08-29T04:19:27Z

Eva and I went to see Phantom of the Opera. We got 12th row orchestra seats at TKTS. She wanted to see it, and I had been wanting to see it again because I needed to wash the horrid memory of Howard McGillin from my head. (I generally like Howard, but not as Phantom.)

I have been anti Phantom for many years. It is a tourist musical. It is where cretins gather. It contains wedding music. I made sure we saw Boy From Oz first so it could be Eva's first musical in English and not Phantom.

And so, it is with much dismay that I must report that I enjoyed it. I had a good time. I mouthed along with the words. There were no cretins around me. The Phantom was really good. He did things I have not seen other Phantoms do. His line delivery was refreshing. The Christine was cute. Yes, cute. I wanted to put her in a box and carry her around. Her voice was cute, too. She was believable as a young ingenue. The Raoul was new. He was fun. He was like a football jock who wandered off the set of Good News and accidentally wound up onstage in a cravat.

I'm not sure what to do with myself now. I think I have to go rethink my entire existence.

ammo_pdl @ 2004-08-16T02:29:00

2004-08-16T06:50:14Z

In the West Wing, one character describes the feeling he has the first time he witnesses the President being Presidential:

"I've never felt like this."

And one of the long-time staffers says, "It doesn't go away."

That's how I feel when Allison sings.

Also, when other people start praising her, which happened majorly today, I have so much pride, like I'm responsible for it. I swear, every person in the room wanted to have the sex with her after 'Summertime'. One guy was all set to congratulate her near the end of the song, but then she sang the end, and his jaw hit the floor. Yeah. It was like that.

Brian W. and Angeles were singing, too, and were so fabulous. Brian really put his graduate education to good use. Angeles has such a pure voice.

One of the guys listening today was going on and on about how great it was to hear singing like that, and I wanted to say, "Ha! I can hear it whenever I want!" But I was too busy feeling proud.

grr-argh

2004-08-04T18:14:54Z

I am so hyper and stressed right now. I have class in 4 hours and have not finished my writing. I have pieces of it sitting here, and I have an idea of what I want to do with it to bring it to a cohesive whole, but the probability of me doing anything about this before 4 is laughable.

Saturday we put the spare room up on craigslist. We got about 20 replies by Monday. Yesterday 2 people came over and we gave it to the 2nd one. I had two people lined up for Thursday. I cancelled one already and have to cancel the 2nd one tonight. I was kind of excited about the 2nd one. She's an actress, and I'm always looking for another muse. The new roommate is a writer. I have never lived with another writer. I'm hoping we don't write in the same genre.

Just the thought of real estate stresses me out. It's ridiculous to have a new roommate 3 days after posting an ad. Why does everything have to be done so fast? It's so stupid.

Through a series of ridiculous circumstances, I am going to see Boy From Oz 3 times from Aug. 16 to Aug. 27. That's just insane, and I know it.

I have been hyper all week. The smallest amount of sugar sets me off. I should be a ton of fun to be around.

I went to a writer's meeting set up by my church. I don't actually go to church, so that was interesting. It was a good meeting. Of course, there is always the one guy who monopolizes everything and doesn't understand the culture references. 50 year old men are not my target audience anyway.

I am really starting to miss Aaron. I wish he would hurry up and get back here.

Oh, mom is coming from Aug. 18 to 24th to paint and generally remodel the apt. You are all encouraged to stop in and pick up a brush. Our place needs all the help it can get. I want to paint over the squares in my room before she gets there. Hmm. Maybe we could rig up some sort of divider to cut my room in half. Not like the bookshelves which we had before. Like a curtain or something.

Oh, ABC Extreme Makeover Home Edition now makes me cry from the 2nd it comes on. It's ridiculous. Worse than those stupid Chicken soup books. It *is* those books. Damn you Ty Pennington and your charitable nature!

I think that's all. I was hoping writing this would motivate me to start on my writing for class, but, really, it just makes me want to go to the kitchen for cookies.
Oh, and I made cookies, but I messed them up. Too much flour. I always mess up the simple recipes. Always.

Dear Superman, You're a bitch. Love, Wolverine.

2004-07-20T04:42:11Z

from E-Online by by Joal Ryan Jul 19, 2004, 12:35 PM PT

Dear Superman,

I thought we were friends. Or at least professional colleagues with a healthy respect of each other's powers--and boundaries.

Imagine my shock then when I cracked opened the Hollywood trades Monday morning here at Xavier Mansion, and read that my director--my director--had become your director.

"Supe's on with 'X' Man," Variety said. "Singer Gives Superman 'X'-Ray Vision," the Hollywood Reporter countered.

So, you've stolen Bryan Singer. You know at least when Mystique tries to stab me in the back she jumps up in the air first and does a couple of fancy somersaults so I have time to prepare my claws.

But you--you conniving Kryptonian--you pretend you're all about truth, justice and the American way, when all you're really about is getting back on the big screen anyway, anyhow.

The papers say Singer inked the deal with Warner Bros. on Friday. Variety says he'll probably bring screenwriters Michael Dougherty and Dan Harris along, too.

(Oh, did I say "screenwriters"? I meant "my screenwriters." Mike and Dan helped write X2--maybe you caught that flick while you were busy not getting your stupid movie made.)

With Singer committing to you, the Reporter says his planned Logan's Run remake is now in "a gray zone"--big deal. And Variety says he probably won't have time for X-Men 3--very, very big deal, dude.

Fox has penciled in May 5, 2006, as the release date for X-Men 3. I know you're unfamiliar with the concept, but a release date is WHEN A MOVIE'S SUPPOSED TO COME OUT!

How is my movie supposed to come out without a director? Oh, sure, Fox'll find somebody else. But somebody else won't be Bryan Singer. The man who plotted out and directed our first two movies (combined domestic gross: $372.2 million). The man who recognized a hero with furry sideburns could too be a leading man. The man who knows who Keyser Soze is.

In a way, I don't know why I'm getting all worked up.

So, Bryan's hooking up with you. So, he claims his "interest in [you] dates back many, many years." So, he professes to love the original Richard Donner Superman movie. So, he says, "it is time for [you] to fly again."

So, what?

Superman, you are like the messed-up hot chick who can't keep a guy.

Sure, Bryan's enamored with you--now. At one time, so was McG. So was Brett Ratner. So was Tim Burton. Even Michael Bay was rumored to have given you a look.

Got quite a collection of ex-suitors there, don't you? (Say, do you keep their pictures on a wall in the Fortress of Solitude--maybe next to your Lois Lane shrine?--you nutball stalker.)

Oh, I know, poor Kal-Hell, it's not your fault. It's Warners'. It was the studio that pulled the plug on Burton. It was the studio that wouldn't okay Ratner's choice to play you (then soap star Matthew Bomer). And it was the studio that insisted on shooting in Australia when McG wanted to shoot in New York.

Boo-hoo. Somebody get me a Kleenex.

But what I'll really be bawling about is how people fall for your woe-is-me, I'm-a-cursed-superhero act.

I don't care if BatBale gets more press. I don't care if Halle Berry's Catwoman getup gets more downloads. I don't care if you don't have a locked-in producer, a locked-in star or a locked-in screenplay. We should all be cursed with a $200 million budget and a road-tested comic-book director.

I hear Warners is still going to try to get your tired buns of steel off the ground for a shoot late this year. Might want to renew your Crunch membership, friend. By my tally, you haven't been out of the Barcalounger in 17 years.

Gee, I realize now this letter may be sounding a tad bitter. Forgive me. I was going for really, really bitter.

Give my regards to Bryan. If you ever actually meet him.

[Expletive deleted] you,

Wolverine

P.S.: Superman III sucked.

P.P.S.: Superman IV sucked worse.

ammo_pdl @ 2004-07-15T16:02:00

2004-07-15T20:15:50Z

For the first time in six months, I did not bounce the rent check.

*waits for applause*

Thank you.

This was made possible by the fact that I withdrew $100 two weeks ago and hid it, which caused the check Capitol One coerced out of me for $200 to bounce, which cleared the way for the rent to sale through with $2.10 to spare. Hurray!

Writing class is switching over to Jennifer's house in August for $150 less. I'm pretty happy about that. She has people bring in 7 pages. That is double plus one of what we do now. I'm also going to check out the writers group that St. Barts does. I could end up doing nothing but writing. LOL

Work invited me to Avenue Q, so now I don't have to quit in protest. This also means I'm going to miss my last class, so I am going to write something and see if I can read it on Monday.

I'm trying to flesh out the column I've been asked to write. I decided to make it more personal. I'm hoping for a Bill Bryson vibe, but I'm not feeling it yet. I'm going to do five or six before I submit them, so hopefully I'll have some idea of what I'm doing by then. I'm sure I'll end up mixing events that happened last year with events that happened last week for the sake of the story.

ammo_pdl @ 2004-07-07T12:03:00

2004-07-07T16:05:34Z

No matter how often I listen to "I Go To Rio", I am never going to figure out what he is saying.

I understand him perfectly for all the other songs (apart from 'Not the Boy Next Door'), but when it comes to Rio...hopeless.

I can't even write up the lyrics I'm hearing because they make no sense whatsoever.

I still want to see De-Lovely.

This has been a stupid post.

Thank you.

Ahem...Ms. Ward? Paging Ms. Ward

2004-06-21T15:48:16Z

Would you please call one of us or write one of us or update your journal so we know whether we should be worrying about your silence?

Thank you.

In other news...

I saw "The Normal Heart" with Raul Espàrza last night at the Public. It is phenomenal. Raul is like a tri-athlete. His part is the Iron Man of drama. It's a miracle his voice isn't completely shredded for all the impassioned shouting he does. He was in turns pitiable and absolutely terrifying.

The only thing I regretted was that Joanna Gleason has left the cast. I didn't know she was in it, otherwise I would have seen it sooner. As it was, I had only a slip of paper informing me that the part would now be played by... and a Playbill mocking me with Joanna's bio.

Saw "Caroline, or Change" on Saturday. I can't remember the last time I cried so much during a show. It is mostly sung-through, but the focus was not on the singing. It was more like a regular play where the dialogue just happened to be sung. I'm still uncertain about the metaphor of the title, so I may need to see it again, or at least sit down with the recording, which is out on Tuesday.

What I learned today...

2004-06-11T02:36:39Z

You know that old guy who draws people on the subway?

"What's your favorite drawing that you've done?"

And he said that he didn't have a favorite. He draws so that he can be a better artist. With each drawing he gets better at using the charcoal and using the angles of lines to capture the essence of the person. He focuses mainly on eyes and mouths because they tell the essence of a person. The practice is his favorite part. He asked if I had noticed that the drawing he had just done appeared unfinished.

He said that a museum curator asked to see his work once and bought all of his unfinished work. He asked the guy why he was buying those pieces. The curator said that art doesn't always need every little detail. Details should be treated like spices in seasoning a dish. Too much can blot out the taste of the course.

With art, like with fries, hold the salt until you taste it first.

heyzus christ

2004-05-31T00:37:03Z

I think I'm in love.

Allison just called to cancel our Day O' Fun, which has been in the planning for close to a week.

And then she asked if I would mind helping her finish moving.

What? Carry things down stairs? With you? Instead of going to the Aquarium/Coney Island/on the Circle Line? Of course!, I said. I'd be glad to!

I said it with a smile and a song in my heart.

Yes, I realize how desperate that makes me sound. Helping with a move just to see someone... Not minding about skipping a Day O' Fun so long as I get to see someone...

So, I have to be in love, right?

What other reason is there for me to be willingly volunteered into such an activity?

Well fuck me to the moon. (If you are Allison, that's an open invite because, well, see above.)

I was really looking forward to doing the Circle Line with Allison (note I did not say I was looking forward to it with anyone else. I was looking forward to the Boots-Ammo experience), too.

ammo_pdl @ 2004-05-27T11:55:00

2004-05-27T16:12:38Z

1. When American Idol ended last year I said that I was sad because we would never have the Clay/Kimberly L./Ruben dynamic again. I was right. They had charisma and humor, and their affection for each other was obvious and believable. I think this season was a total bore that descended into banality time and again because of the ridiculous voting procedures that sent people who deserved to be in the top 4 home much too early. Not even my love for Dork van Seacrest could hold my attention this year. I'm happy for Diana and Fantasia, and I hope they do well, but I won't be assisting them in that.

2. I am in denial about Allison moving out. I'm sure I'll be home in a week waiting for her to come into my room and read my magazines. I don't know who's going to get excited about Newsies with me now or get into laughing fits with me.

3. In a way, I think it's good that Allison is going because it might motivate me to make a change in my situation.

4. All changes in situation are hereby delayed until the fall unless something regarding a lot of money happens.

5. I want The O.C. on dvd.

Here endeth the "update"

A bucket of huh?

2004-05-19T21:27:18Z

"Not for nothing, but..."

What does that mean? No, seriously. What does that mean?

Because I just experienced a conversation in which my co-conversant began every sentence with "not for nothing, but..." and then would end it with things like:

...ugly people don't get record contracts.

...I used to be stick thin.

...I'm a career temp.

Is it supposed to contradict the second part of the sentence? Or make it seem more important? I don't understand!

Also, I was all set to go to Selected Shorts tonight and barraged Brian with voice mails, and he never responded.

Now I don't feel like going. I only wanted to go so we could go out later, but the chances of that happening are nil, so I might...oh. Uh. He's on the phone now.

We're going out.

Not for nothing, but I've been wrong before.

Van Helsing FAQ

2004-05-07T19:27:07Z

In order to alleviate some of the burning concerns many of you are having about me and Van Helsing (opening today), I present the following FAQ:

What kind of name is Van Helsing anyway?

It's Dutch, like your last date.

Isn't his name supposed to be Abraham? Why is it Gabriel?

Abraham Van Helsing is Bram Stoker's creation. Gabriel is like his younger, hipper brother.

But isn't Gabriel Van Helsing supposed to be immortal and hence thousands of years old? How can he be Abraham's younger, hipper brother?"

I said he was like his younger, hipper brother, not that he was.

Isn't Van Helsing's age undetermined? Isn't he wandering the earth on a quest for something that might be redemption without knowing why? Isn't that just like Wolverine?

Hugh has a clause in his contract that says he'll only play superheroes if they are ageless amnesiacs prone to violent fits in which they run around in various states of undress--it makes it more entertaining for him...and the ladies. Previous statement merely speculation.

Well, will the bad accent be in place? I read the book and that Van Helsing guy can't structure an English sentence to save his life!

Yes. Yes it will be. I don't know if his grammatical English will have improved.

The special effects in this look ridiculous. Defend them.

I'm not going for the special effects. You defend them. Didn't stop you from seeing Harry Potter, did it?

The plot looks ridiculous. Defend it.

Alright, you've found my weakness--pretty people inspired by literary creations covered in dirt. Also, sometimes they're naked. (This was the same reasoning that made me see The Reckoning.)

Is Van Helsing going to be a good movie?

I suppose that depends on how big a dork you are.

Would you see this movie if Hugh Jackman wasn't in it?

Maybe. When I first heard of the concept I thought it was stupid, but then I thought the first trailer looked kinda interesting, but then when the media saturation started I thought it was lame again. </i>

You sound uncertain about this movie. Why are you seeing it?

Hugh Jackman is in it. His co-stars include Kate Beckinsale, Shuler Hensley, and a large hat.

Have you planned what you will wear?

Yes. I am going as Frankenstein's bride. Can I borrow your hairspray?

Don't you think this could have been a fine musical?

See: Dance of the Vampires.

Is there anything else you would like to add?

If you are out of questions, I am out of answers.

"Ich bin Catolic. Ich bin Transvestite."

2004-05-04T15:03:54Z

You know what is RON? (that's "wrong" for those of you who aren't fluent in RAPP)

Listening to Hugh sing the depressing "Love Don't Need a Reason" while watching him doing whatever that motion is called in my icon.

I had a lot to say, but I don't remember much. We need a new roommate next month. Joe is putting an ad on sublet.com, but if anyone knows someone quiet, clean and polite who needs a place, please come forward.

I had a good time with my cousin. She introduced me to a young man who she met in Europe a few years ago, and he is probably going to take my room when I move out. He's a dancer. We all had lunch together, and later he told me that he loved hanging out with us, partly because we ate like "healthy people". Apparently he is tired of dancers who only eat bagels and do yoga. LOL He was a very nice boy. He knows nothing about NY, so I am tempted to take him around.

I somehow have managed to squeeze into some smaller pants. I don't have a clue how that happened, and if my straining buttons are any indication, it may unhappen any second now.

Ann got me Hugh Jackman's autograph after Boy From Oz on Saturday. We just happened to exit on the stage door side, and she held the program out for me b/c I was too far back, and he was going to miss it. She had an inch on me, but it made a difference. That was awfully nice of her. Here are 2 pictures Ann took.

We saw "I Am My Own Wife" on Friday. Everyone needs to go see it right now. It's the true story of a German transvestite who survived Hitler and Communist Germany--but did she do it as cleanly as she claims, or are the stories she tells created to distract from her involvement with the Stasi?

Possibly Divaboots's favorite meme EVER.

2004-04-22T14:59:52Z

An eighty-six year old man in Illinois told everyone he knew that five presidents died since he was born, and this was his last chance to see such a thing.

--Carter Beats the Devil, Glen David Gold

Instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.

2. Open the book to page 23.

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

Huzzah! The Return of Me!

2004-04-17T23:18:11Z

I had a great time in Canada. The highlight was definitely meeting sunhawk who was lovely and so accommodating when I called her in a bit of a panic the night before and begged her to babysit me for a few hours when I was going to be unexpectedly left alone.

I spent much of the time in Vanastra, which is much like small town Kansas. You know Dorothy's farm in Wizard of Oz? That's pretty much it. I was shuttled around to family gatherings and small "tourist" towns with quaint shops. The main attraction of the trip was watching the marriage between my host, Dana, and her husband, Gary, fall apart. Gary is 30 years older than Dana and redefines the concept of jerkassjackwad.

The reason sunhawk had to spend several (delightful) unscheduled hours with me was b/c Gary had scheduled a meeting in London, 2 hours from Toronto, and had not told Dana. When he did tell her, we were all in Toronto with only 1 car. The original plan was to spend Sunday night at Gary's parents and then on Monday Dana and I would meet sunhawk and then Gary would pick us up and take me to the airport. However, Sunday night, at his parents, Gary dropped the bomb. Gary was planning on stranding Dana and I in Toronto and leaving me to get to the airport on my own. I don't know how Dana was supposed to get home because Gary said he was going home after his meeting. Vanastra is 3 and a half hours from Toronto. Apparently he thought his elderly parents would take her home. When Dana said this was not an option because she wasn't going to inconvenience the inlaws simply because Gary was a jerkassjackwad, he came up with the idea that I could be dropped off at the airport at 9 am. 10 hours before my flight. "It's only a few extra hours," he 'reasoned'. Dana again put her foot down. Finally it was decided that I would call sunhawk and ask her to put me on the right bus towards the airport (good thing, too, b/c I didn't know the airport name) and Gary would come into Toronto after 1 and pick up Dana.

If this is not enough reason for you to think he is a jerkassdickwad, try this: Dana wants children more than anyone I have ever known. Gary knows this. Recently, Gary had a vasectomy. He didn't tell Dana until it was over. Yes, he's a winner. Yes, indeed.

When I factor Gary out, I had a grand time in Canada. I was somewhat disappointed that the Ode du Toronto was nowhere to be heard. (A place to stand, a place to roam, they call this land Ontario) I had hoped that the airport would be playing it in rotation with "Keep your baggage with you at all times" PSAs, but alas.

I got home at midnight on Monday and at 9am Tuesday went to pick my little brother up for his visit. I just sent him home today. We had a great, relaxing time. This was his 3rd trip to NYC, so we didn't do any of the tourist stuff. We saw 4 movies and 1 play. The movies were Hellboy (ehh) The Punisher (eh) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (wow) and Kill Bill Vol. 2, which we had to leave early to get to Conan. We didn't get into Conan, but oh well. The play was Boy From Oz. I went with my brother and Allison and we all enjoyed Hugh Jackman very much. My brother and I also went to the zoo (Bronx) and saw the new Tiger Mountain, which was pretty damn unimpressive. On an upnote, we saw ducks having group sex.

We also took a picnic to my local park where we watched a softball game. It was a lot of fun. I told him about the Broadway League that plays in Central Park. He said he would love to see that. One day we went shopping up Bleecker Street in the West Village. He found a ton of good stuff there. I knew that would be the better option than Chinatown. That's about it. It was very relaxed.

Tomorrow my friend Aaron and I are going to flea markets.

That is all.

Ammo goes to Kennedy Chicken

2004-03-31T16:27:13Z

divaboots may be the only one who truly understands...

Counter guy (who recognizes me): Hi!
Me: Hi.
CG: How are you?
Me: Pretty good. You?
CG: Good!
Me: Could I get a popcorn chicken combo?
CG: Sure! (yells to the back)
CG (to me): So, you working now?
Me: Yeah.
CG: Where you work?
Me: Midtown.
CG: Where you live?
Me: Up here.
(CG thinks about this. The concept of "commute" processes.)
CG: You live by yourself?
Me: No. I have roommates.
CG: Roommates?
Me: Yeah, I live with a few people.
(CG thinks about this. Who could these people be?)
(I give CG money and take food.)
CG: You live with womens or mens?
Me: Both.
CG: (uncertainly) Both?
Me: Yeah. Thanks, I'll see you later.
CG: Bye.

Apparently, if you tell them you have a boyfriend, the CGs at Kennedy stop giving good service. So, I'm just going to keep on taking my food and running. Because I can handle some in your face flirting if it means I get my chicken. I am willing to make that sacrifice. But, damn. He should wear a flashing sign or something. Kennedy Chicken: We's Run by Pimps.

ammo_pdl @ 2004-03-18T14:16:00

2004-03-18T19:35:15Z

I really don't have anything to say. I'm starving. As soon as I finish here, I am going to McDonald's. Yes, that's right. McDonald's. Shut the fuck up.

Randomness:

In a small town in Italy, the police had to be brought in to install a new priest in his post. You see, the townspeople liked their old priest so much that they wanted him to stay. They made this clear to him by sealing him inside the church. Police had to break a window to get the new guy in. Having been to Italy, my first reaction to this story was, "Yep. Sounds like something they would do in the countryside."

Check out Coach's new spring products. Here a handbag, there a handbag, everywhere a hand bag.

And now,

b/c I've got OK! on the brain:

and, for Allison, scruffy Hugh:

Finally, golfing Hugh:

***photos from Hugh Jackman Media Blvd. Forum

Thoughts on TV.

2004-03-08T20:16:23Z

Msdbrunch: Cable and I are doing a trial separation.

AaronGFI: really? why?

Msdbrunch: It gets turned off every month anyway. I thought I'd see what happened if I just left it off.

Msdbrunch: It's been fine so far.

Msdbrunch: I'll have to get people to tape Coupling and 6 ft under though.

Msdbrunch: I kind of feel like a superhero going without it. A really really lame superhero, but still. I feel it merits a cape.

AaronGFI: hmmmmm....I'm not sure about the cape.

Msdbrunch: maybe just a utility belt?

AaronGFI: how about wrist cuffs and that's it!

Msdbrunch: You are raining on my parade, Kaburick.

AaronGFI: no superhero has to rely on others!

Msdbrunch: that's not true! What about Justice League?

AaronGFI: I'm unfamiliar with their work so it doesn't count.

Msdbrunch: what about X-men?

Msdbrunch: individually, a group of oddly behaved rejects, together: a force of doom!

AaronGFI: they don't necessarily "rely" on others. They could each hold their own! If someone doesn't tape the shows for you, you FAIL. Not the same for them. They've got Tivo.

AaronGFI: Well, I don't really know that but that mansion is so fancy I would assume they do.

Just curious...

2004-03-04T15:13:06Z

How many of you actually voted in the democratic primaries?

In which I say a few words about my neighborhood

2004-03-01T17:35:32Z

It's official. I hate my neighborhood.

In the past, I was able to tamp my feelings into a reigned loathing. But now, hoo boy.

First of all, the noise. Apparently nice weather means party all night. Alllllll night.

Second, the roaches. They are everywhere, and worse after the exterminator came.

Third, the front door. We have 2 front doors. The locks are constantly broken. The super has given up on fixing them. Yesterday, I arrived home to find that someone had tried to break the glass beside the door. That's right--someone tried to break into an unlocked building.

Fourth, the pee in the stairwell. A stairwell is not a toilet, nor is it a mulch pile. Gnawed chicken bones do not go there.

Also, Al Sharpton was at my subway station this morning. This is not a reason to hate my neighborhood, but I would like to say that neither of his advance men even tried to give me a pamphlet. (Sharpton himself was crossing the street chatting about getting breakfast, so I don't know what he would have done.) Do I not vote? Whatever.

I've been placating myself by saying that the apartment is great, but it's not, really. It's just big. But everytime the elephantine children run overhead with the thundering that vibrates my floors, it seems so small. Children, roaches, night noise. I'm sick of it. Sick sick sick of it.

Get ready! Here comes Tuesday!

2004-02-27T15:50:56Z

Just a reminder that democratic primaries are on Tuesday. As many of us have moved since the last election, you should make sure your records are up to date.

You can do this by calling 1.866.VOTE.NYC.

I just spoke to a very nice woman on the phone who told me my voter registration number and my polling site. It turns out my address was still the Academy St., so it's good that I called!

P.S. Boots, we vote at the YWMHA.

Gay marriage in New Paltz?

2004-02-27T14:27:48Z

From today's AM New York:

NEW PALTZ--The 26-year-old mayor of this Hudson Valley village says he will begin performing gay marriages today, calling it "my moral obligation."

Mayor Jason West, who won office last year on the Green Party line, said he intends to marry at least four same-gender couples at a private bed and breakfast in the village.

West said he believes state law gives him the power to marry the couples. New York's attorney general has not issued a ruling on the question.

We're still heeeeeere

2004-02-23T16:47:00Z

I saw the worst musical ever made this weekend. Now, you may be saying to yourself, 'No you didn't! It can't possibly be worse than the one I saw!' Unless your name is Brian or Allison, you are wrong.

I don't know how to describe it. It is indescribable. But, I'm a writer so I'm going to try anyway. You know how sometimes you step onto the public transport? Imagine you are on a train with a bad driver--the kind that can't stop without screeching the brakes so loudly your ears start to bleed. Further imagine that there's a rancid guy talking to himself and spitting at one end and a pool of pee trickling towards your feet from another smelly man who got off the stop before but whose smell lingers on like that damn Celine Dion song at the other end. You are effectively trapped between a loon and a wet place. You don't know if you should scream or vomit, but you're pretty damn sure you don't want to be on that train anymore. That's what this was like--90 minutes of waiting for the pee to catch up to your shoe while you are subjected to noises that could make a dog go deaf.

ammo_pdl @ 2004-02-19T07:33:00

2004-02-19T12:41:03Z

"After hitting the dirty road, and the dirty road hitting back, it is now time for Grover to get clean! What? No water? And you call yourself a bathtub?"

And then an elephant came and sprayed him.

Bwahahahaha

Back to Coach today. I'm sure I'm overpreparing, but I packed up my bag full of projects to do. In fact, I know I'm overpreparing, but I'm having a hard enough time adjusting to going back, so...

Just for 1 week. Just for 1 week. Hopefully this will give me enough money to go to Canada in April.

"Me not eat letter of day. Me promised research department."

I started going through my stuff yesterday to see if I had anything ebay worthy. A good way to tell is to go to ebay and look up stuff you have to see how it is selling. What did I learn? I don't have much. Nope, not much at all. Certainly not enough to make a dent in the citibank situation. Ebay is such a hassle anyway. What with the mailing and all. I really can't wait to get out of here. A week away will be really nice.

To My Vile Beast--

2004-02-18T17:24:48Z

I can *see* you!

You think that you are being sneaky by standing on my printer to get to my water, but you are wrong.

Get the fuck down!