• Boxing Day was a highly successful endeavor. I got to see a lot of friends I hadn't seen in many months, my mulled cider was somewhat of a hit and, most importantly, everyone seemed to have a good time. I've lucked into knowing some good, fun people.
• This morning I got to have breakfast with my ex, Alanna, the first time I'd seen her since she moved ( Read more... )

• The Nine Inch Nails concert was simply awesome. It was at a pretty small venue, so basically the whole place other than the balconies was the mosh pit; never having been in a mosh pit before in my life, I just threw myself in and let the undulating mass of humanity absorb me. As NIN came on I was about 25 feet back from the stage and off to one ( Read more... )

zanduar made a good point-- my previous post just kind of abruptly ended; I ran out of steam, proofread a bit and loosed the post upon the world. So now I'm ready to do it again! By way of prompt, zanduar asked:How do you feel as a man? If it weren't for your penis, would you be any different from anyone else? Are the actual biological differences noticeable to ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think I should write more about day-to-day opinions, since I don't have a very good record of the evolution of my personal opinions. As it is, I have some scattered markers from archived email/Facebook/LiveJournal/Twitter correspondence and my best efforts to remember things honestly. (I can't bring up memories without stamping current ( Read more... )

( Well here it is. )

• List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
• Tag seven people to do the same.
• Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.

Well, I resent the last one a little, since I typically abhor tagging people--but who am I to go against the dictates of the mighty Internet?

• I'm absolutely horrible at keeping up with people ( Read more... )

• Getting the hell out of the flophouse--you mean I never said anything about the flophouse? When Vonda first told me I'd be staying at a "nasty-ass flophouse" in downtown Philly, I figured--and I know this shows me as a clueless middle-class white guy, but whatever--that it would be a quaint experience, that it wouldn't really matter where I was ( Read more... )

Our last date was tonight. It's over.