…to mention the best part. There was a guy at the Taste, dressed as Jesus, carrying a cross. No sign, no explanation, no nothing. Just Jesus carrying the cross.

Ok, that kicked ass. Ridiculously hot ass, yes, but it still kicked ass. Backing up a bit, I went to the Taste Of Chicago today because a) I hadn’t been before and b) the Indigo Girls were playing for free. It was supposed to cool down today, though it certainly felt approximately as hot as ...

Via Obscure Store: Boomerang thrower thrown off plane, featuring excellent headline created by really bored intern with thesaurus. And from EOnline: Mike Ovitz loses it, accuses “Gay Mafia” of bringing him down. I don’t even know where to start with that one…

Courtesy of everyone’s favorite resident of my mom’s basement: (Mark): Let’s all retire and open a bikini waxing store in Guam.

I reached over to smack the snooze on my alarm clock this morning, and I noticed there was a chunk of plastic missing from the face of the clock. I don’t know when it got knocked off, but it’s gotta be sometime in the last month or so. This can’t be good.

A few selected scenes from the big gay parade: * A bemused (but quite good) tejano band on a float for a western-wear store. * Numerous men hitting on Eddy. One guy giving out Mardi Gras-style beads was down to his last beads, and loads of people were reaching for them, including me and his ...

I’ve come up with a new weight loss plan, because I’ve put back on a bit of the weight I lost while on the Soul-Crushing Stress Of College diet earlier this year. The new plan: The Overcrowded Rock Club Sweat It Out plan. This plan was developed this evening when I went to see the ...

I was sitting in the core (a large and severely over-air-conditioned tangle of cords, video tape machines, and patch bays that is the nerve center of a post-production house) at work (though I actually got pulled in on a video editing session today cause we were shorthanded) and a thought struck me, so I started ...

Mark, my buddy who is living in my mom’s basement, and thus has free run of the house, has found the massive stack of old magazines that is my room at her house. Mark suggests that this means I need mental help. Dear, I’ve needed that for years. What I really need is some sort ...

Sign that you’re watching a good movie: The movie ends, you look at your watch, and you realize the movie was about 45 minutes longer than you thought it was. Plug: Minority Report is pretty goddamn good. Oh, and since one thing that really bugs me about movies sometimes is when I recognize an actor ...