Apropos of nothing, I'm listening to Michael Jackson's "Human Nature", and idly clicked on the album cover artwork displayed on my player. I have problems believing that vitiligo alone can turn a handsome young black man with a perfectly good nose and a normal skin shade into Ronald McDonald. It's somewhere after the Thriller album that something ( Read more... )

These are the things on my mind after an emotionally draining week and four pints on an empty stomach:

1) People don't listen to Jonathan Richmond enough and that is a goddamned shame.

2) Blisscotti, my favorite junk food evar, have gone from their beautiful packaging with the carefully chosen dark backgrounds and pretty scrollwork logo, so, to a ( Read more... )

So I was planning to go walk around Columbia City today, but it's raining and I made it as far as Uncle Elizabeth's on Pike before I said sod this and ducked in and set up shop here for the afternoon. The owner is always cool to me, and I have a crush on the little shaved-headed girl (you know, like the Little Red Headed Girl that Charlie Brown has ( Read more... )

One: every guy I know in Seattle, including myself, has back problems. What the hell? I'm now convinced that bad backs are viral. I know what I've been doing to cause my bad back, but I dunno what the rest of you have been up to in my absence ( Read more... )

Most excellent things I've put on my iTunes recently. havdrake, you asked me on my last visit what sort of music I listen to, and I didn't know how to answer you - this is a good mix of stuff I like ( Read more... )

(There's a gay couple at the table next to me having the usual extended first-date coffee interview, and one of them's badly blowing it. Poor guy ( Read more... )

I have an aesthetics dilemma: I'm trying to avoid becoming one of those guys who likes to pretend his hairline isn't receding and have joined the hordes of guard #3 buzzcut wearers. I'm hoping that this will solve the problem of my hair always sticking up, no matter what product I threaten it with. Maybe it's my age, maybe it's the testosterone, ( Read more... )

I swear to Christ, I hated that stupid "King of Bongo" song when I first heard it, and now that every hipster barista striving for quirky-cred plays it during their shift I hate it even more. I just spent about an hour carefully typing out a response to a friend's post on religion and the boopy-boop noise in the background made it that much harder.

Why the hell so cold in Powell's? Do books spoil or something ( Read more... )

I can't figure it out: is the barista just one of those perennially goofy people, or did he just hit on me? Do straight guys ever call another guy "babe" and not mean something by it? He has that I-might-like-guys-and-I-might-not skinny hipster boy thing happening. I suck so hard at social cues ... at any rate, I tipped the man a dollar for a ( Read more... )