888 (or Eight Ate Eight)

Nothing like me saying "I'm done with posting" to snap me back into...uh...posting.

Anyway, I felt the need to gush about the wonder of today's date - 8.08.08.

I was a handwriting freak when I was a child and the number 8 was my favorite to draw/write/doodle/all that. It can be perfectly symmetrical written as two circles...or lopsided and loopy when drawn with a cross-over line...or fat and nasty...or slim and elegant.

So...here's to the sexiness and versatility of 8 - on the one day it can work in triplicate.

There's also that lame-as-fuck kids joke about "Eight Ate Eight", but I can't remember it for the life of me.

Ech. (Or, Come Back in September, Little Sheba)

I'd like to say that I'm taking a break from this clambake called Buffalo Void because I'm jetting off to Greece for a month.

However, that's not the case.

While I am taking some short trips, I'm more swamped with work than swamped with summerfuntimes.

Anyway, if you're interested in seeing how little I can post this month, stop back frequently.

If not, I'll be back in full force come September...I always get a little too back-to-schooly for my own good that time of year.

xoT$.

Dreams of a 13 Year Old (Or, File Under: Timely)

I meant to post this, um, three weeks ago.

Yeah.

Anyway, in a span of 48 hours three weeks ago (ahem), I saw Yaz in concert and was dangerously close to shaking the hand of one Miss Olivia Newton-John.

I didn't have the gumption to approach ONJ, but I was less than five feet from her at the NY premiere of Sordid Lives: The Series.

Now, in the nearly 25 years (ahem) since these dreams were hatched (more like close to 30 for the near-meeting of ONJ), I would never have imagined that I'd see the legendary-yet-long-broken-up Yaz play a live show...or nearly get physical with Olivia.

Just goes to show you:

Gay dreams: they do come true!