Wedding update will likely come tomorrow. Unless life decides to keep being insane. Then it’ll come sometime in 2005.

I’m back from Brendan’s wedding, which was a whole hell of a lot of fun, but the full report will have to wait til tomorrow. This is because I got on an airplane at 7am EST, still half-drunk and totally exhausted. I got off a different airplane at 11:30am PST, hung over and ready to ...

I’m going to fabulous East Lansing, Michigan tomorrow afternoon for Brendan’s wedding. After several days of arguing back and forth with the voices in my head, I decided I’m leaving my laptop in LA, so blogging will be on hold until probably Tuesday night. Have a good weekend!

Now I can much more realistically have no shot whatsoever with her! Also, here’s a rather dippy article with the world’s most roundabout coming out story.

I had a fun little minor heart attack this afternoon when I almost got killed in my car by some jerkass in a pickup truck on his cell phone. I was coming back to the studio after a run. I’d like to describe how it happened, but it’s a lot easier to make a crappy ...

I had a pratfall-filled day today. I was working in the control room, which usually leads to lots of standing around and fewer opportunites to fall on my face. Yet today, thrice did I make a pratfalling ass of myself. First, I was standing on a small flight of stairs. Someone reached to get something ...

Just when you think the anti-gay insanity and panic on the part of extreme right-wingers can’t get any worse, Jimmy Swaggart goes completely off the deep end. My favorite part (other than that he thinks God will somehow believe him when he tells Him that said queer just died) is that right after threatening to ...

I was talking to my mom on the way home tonight, and I mentioned that I’m going to Brendan’s wedding in Michigan this weekend. So she said, “Okay, have fun, give me a call when you get back.” Then she put on a very, very serious voice, and said “Do NOT catch the bouquet.” Somehow, ...

Avast, ye scurrilous scalawags, and be celebratin’ Talk Like A Pirate Day today! Uh…arrrrrrr!

Could all straight women please stop calling their straight female friends their “girlfriends”? Really, for lesbians with extraordinarily poor gaydar (like…well, me), this can get terribly confusing and occasionally very disappointing. For the sake of clarity, I’d really appreciate it if we all just stuck with “friends” for people we’re not sleeping with, no matter ...