Stories from a man who fails to meet media expectations of what it means to be gay:
white, frivolous, over sexed yet sexless, shrill, single, stylish, a clown, unimportant, et al.

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Two dumb things, two good meals and one not so good.

Eat a little �real� macaroni and cheese. White sauce always leaves me as sick as dog and wishing I was dead. OK, an exaggeration, I only wish I was smart enough to not even taste something I know might make me sick.

Well, now that we have established my lack of co-ordination and low intelligence, let�s get on with this:

fri 01/26/01:

I didn�t mention it in my last entry, but I had a late lunch/early dinner at FantaSea grill in South Pas. after picking up my now funtioning car. Blue crab with Pasta. Considering how good the food is, I really should eat there more often.

sat 01/27/01:

The wild parrots spent most of the morning circling �round the neighborhood making a total racket. I have to admit that despite all the noise that they make, I like that I live somewhere that has wild parrots. At one point in the late morning, they all ganged up on a hawk and were beating up on it. Strength in numbers and all that.

I visited Kristen in the afternoon. The clouds had largely cleared up, but it was still rather cold. Well, cold for us wussy Californians. Me specifically. We ran a few errands and Kristen showed me a discount DVD place that she had found. Considering how relatively cheap the DVD�s were, the place is potentially dangerous. I was a good boy and only bought a collection of animation by the Brothers Quay. Freaky stop motion animation. I�m either pretentious or geek. Maybe both. My justification for getting it was that I haven�t seen it anywhere else and that it was fairly cheap.

Dinner that night was at a Japanese Seafood buffet at the Laguna Hills Mall. I made a total pig of myself. We ate nonstop for well over an hour. The problem was it was all so good! I�m a sushi wuss and usually stick to �safe� bits like veggie or tuna rolls, but I was a little adventurous this time and tried eel. Well, not that adventurous, anago is still kinda tame compared to something like sea urchin.

sun 01/28/01:

A lazy day. The highlight of the day for me was sitting on the couch under a blanket reading the paper with John. I�ve always really enjoyed the quiet �nothing� time that we have together. As boring as it may sound, I think that doing nothing together is the heart of our relationship. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending how you look at it, we did eventually get up and putter around the house a little.

John went into his darkroom and I talked to my sister for a while. Apparently men spend a lot of time being idiots. I don�t envy straight women.

I also watched some of the Brothers Quay collection. The Street of Crocodiles was still as scary and intriguing as when I first saw it in the late eighties. I remembered the skulking protagonist puppet and the disturbing china doll headed tailors, but I had forgotten details like the living screws, the ever present dirt and just how dark and potentially depressing it all was. I haven�t read The Street of Crocodiles since college. I may have to look at it again.

The only other bits that I watched were an interesting short explaining Anamorphosis and a very strange version of Gilgamesh which had me going �what the heck was That?�

mon 01/29/01:

A slightly aggravating day at work. I didn't really appreciate having to tell someone to do something four different times and have them do the wrong thing each time. I sometimes wonder why I bother showing up there at all. Other than the paycheck and all that capitalist stuff.

That night John and I went to a tupperware party. It was hosted by a friend of a friend and the tupper person was Pam Tastic. If we had to go to one of these things, going to one with a drag queen tupperware lady was the way to go. She was very entertaining and we actually made a purchase. Tupperware, yeash. It was here that i ate a bit of the poisoned macaroni and cheese. I still don�t even know why I even tried the upscale tacky food.

Anyhow, enough of this. More later, nico.

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