Category: Random

Ev! If you’re out there, check your damn e-mail or phone messages! We need an answer from you fairly pronto!

After ten years without them, I now want a bloody date – and I don’t care if I am ‘still good or interesting, though old’.

One of the horrors of building web sites is that you have to look at them all the time, angsting about whether you could have done them better, feeling gradually more frustrated with them day by day, never being happy with them, never thinking they’re good enough.

I have a new mantra to repeat as I’m walking through Central London. It makes me feel cool. ‘I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law.’

An evening in links and comments: Photographs. T-shirt dating? 36 + 76 / 2?. I’m not bloody impish. “Last night’s PoofBlogMeet began disastrously and then proceeded downhill from there” (link). Abercrombie Kids. “In the escalator engine / machinery room at Knightsbridge underground station?” (Him on Him) And that’s my last word on the subject.

A sudden moment of collapse at 2.30am: “Yes. I am blind. No. I can’t see. There must be something horribly wrong with me. Love’s young dream. Aren’t you sorry for what you’ve done? Well, you’re not the only one.”

In America it’s all over. Done and dusted. But in the UK, even on satellite and cable, Buffy still has one episode to go – the 100th, and the season finale. In “Buffy’s leap of faith” (Salon) Joyce Millman described a lot of the events of the episode and looked forward to what might happen next. I didn’t want to read it, but I did. I read it fast though, so it didn’t really sink in and I’m sure I’ll still be surprised. Tell me that’s how it works. Lie to me.

Which of these 300 albums do you think most represent the spirit of Barbelith? Think carefully – this is not about your favourite albums…

Election becomes farce becomes comedy and suddenly it’s interesting again. And purely because of Mad, Bad and Dangerous-to-have-your-party-associated-with Thatch. The most amusing part of the whole article is the photography, which is designed to make everyone look as ridiculous as is humanly possible – which would be entertaining if only it were possible to make Hague seem more absurd. For god’s sake – get Portillo in. We all know he’s evil, but at least he’s plausible.

Davo has put up the guide to the Big Gay Blogmeet this evening. And he’s chosen a charming shade of pink. How pleasant. This is an open call to any of the people who read this site and who happen to be gay, as well as those people who maintain their own weblogs – come along, meet some new people. And you know, they’ll all be gay, so it won’t be like when you came last time and the only person you fancied was Matt Interconnected who’s been going out with some woman since dinosaurs roamed the earth. Cool?