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Friday, December 13, 2002

Live (Nearly) Nude Charity!

This year for the BobUpNDown Penny Drive I've donated to St. James Infirmary, which offers "free, confidential, nonjudgmental medical and social services for female, transgendered, and male sex workers." And they're right here in our neighborhood...I noticed their offices just recently. (Thanks to Philo who brought them to my attention last year.)

Plus, Shel's trying to drum up more donations by offering racy pictures of himself if he meets his donations goal. [And in my case, he may be stripping for strippers. What synchronicity!] See what a warm feeling you can get from giving?

04:58 PM PST (link)

Slow Down.

I walked out in the heavy rainstorm to mail some packages and saw a lot of commotion up on the corner. A van was stopped in the crosswalk. A rather pretty woman in heavy platform heels was lying on the ground in front of it, out cold, with people all around her on walkie-talkies and the phone. I left when I heard the sirens coming up the street—no need for yet another person in the way of the professionals—so I don't know what exactly happened either before or after.

Fellow San Franciscans: Whether you're walking or driving, please be careful.

03:09 PM PST (link)

Live Nude Hot Glue!

Whoops! I "accidentally" "missed" our company ~~chili cookoff~~ holiday party. How did that happen? [Bats eyelashes innocently]

Last night I plugged in my hot glue gun for the first time ever. Oh yeah. How did I ever live without this? The only drawback: You know that expression, "When you only have a hammer, everything looks like a nail?" I'm just surprised that there isn't more shit glued together in the apartment now. But if you have a hard time sliding the kitchen chairs around, now you'll know why.

Somehow I've ended up naked in front of my computer. I'd better get in the shower before I get distracted and start wrapping some more presents. Or before I forget and toddle out into the lobby to check the mail.

12:00 AM PST (link)

Thursday, December 12, 2002

Ambitious Thinking.

I really have to get moving today. I have a bunch of errands to run (can I really expect one-day dry cleaning to be done in 24 hours?) a website to work on, a CD cover to make, and a whole lot of email to send. I am so close to being finished with my holiday shopping I can taste it. But I'm behind on my schedule. Yes, I printed out a schedule for my first few days of vacation. Is there something wrong with that?

More importantly, I suppose it was unrealistic to schedule my first vacation day starting at 9AM, huh?

11:24 AM PST (link)

Tuesday, December 10, 2002

Enjoy My Fake Tree Corpse!

Even though I'm only going to be here to enjoy it until Saturday night, I put up our gothy little tree last night. With a bottle of Wassail and our kittypr0n tape in the background, I'd say I was pretty spirited. That would explain the hyperactive lights in the windows. Also new this year, our spiders are being kept company by a half-dozen tiny black rats. Two sit at the feet of our Pretty Dolly Angel of Death, their tiny red eyes keeping careful watch.

I walked through Macys' Christmas shop tonight looking for a present for someone, but none of their trees looked like mine. Must have been an oversight on their part.

11:54 PM PST (link)

Busy, Busy, Busy, Busy, Stop!

This is the last day of "work" I have this year. Technically, tomorrow is my last day, but I'm going to a seminar tomorrow. Not that it makes much difference, as there's not really any "work" to work on right now. Maybe I can get some online shopping done. (That is, if Amazon.com will stop annoying me with their "beta" catalog feature.)

Hedwig rocked. We saw it with the understudy and it still rocked (though I think we need to go back and see it with Kevin Cahoon, just for comparison's sake.) I'm getting to be an old man, though, and the 11 o'clock show with a couple cocktails in me nearly did me in. (I know it's an out-of-character drink for me, but mmm, that Pomegranate Cosmo was tasty!)

The Soft Cell concert was remarkably low-key, but I suspect that's because they cancelled on the day of the show. The British cab driver told us he thought he'd read about it that morning, but we wanted to know for sure. "What, you don't trust the Limey?" he joked. We told him we thought he was just in cahoots with the band—or more appropriately, that the band was in cahoots with him: he thanked us for the round trip fare. We tipped him well for the evening's entertainment.

In other news, I found a bed underneath the gift-wrapping station in my room. Who knew?!

12:13 AM PST (link)