Wow, the Fall season just got busy ... with FUN. But OMG, it is piling on. First (well last, but foremost) is the Halloween Masquerade Party at the legendary El Mio house on October 31st. Unbelieveably, this will be the first El Mio Halloween party actually ON Halloween! Wow. So that means we are pulling out all the stops, similar to last year. Something we've never done two years in a row. I think it may kill me.

Actually, it's going to be a good deal easier (if no less expensive). I'm not sure who chose all these themes several years out, but the Masquerade theme is a lot more generic than the Haunted Mansion one, and thus a whole lot easier to decorate (which, well, is the most fun part until everyone shows up in wild costumes).

Masquerade's not spooky, per se, but it seems pretty Halloweeny. The party will be inspired by Carnivale in Venice, Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and Carnivale in Rio ... but the costumes can be anything masked or masquerade-inspired. That's everything from the traditionally elaborate carnival costumes -to- The Lone Ranger or any number of pop-culture costumed or secret-identitied characters -to- the raccoons that seem so prevalent this year!

I was having a slightly harder time getting jazzed up about Masquerade vs. my instant excitement over last year's Haunted Mansion. But I spent all of last night working out the visual design with my sister, and - well - it's going to be fabulous and I'm getting excited. That feels good. Oh, but there goes my life for the next few weeks.

PLUS - I need to come up with a marvelous costume. (And we'll send out the evite in the next few days, because our guests will need a longer-than-usual costume heads-up.)



OK, so now I find out I need a SECOND costume ... for a friend's fantastic October Birthday Party idea ... a ZOMBIE WALK through Hollywood, after arriving there via SUBWAY from the Valley. And, well, I suck at make-up ... but I can't have a cruddy zombie costume. There's a whole lot of TWO Costumes work ahead for this Halloween season. But OMG, the Zombie Walk is going to be fun. Everyone's invited. The host specifically welcomed extending to anyone interested. The bigger the group of undead, the better. It's happening on Saturday, October 17th ... 4 pm in North Hollywood, to around 7pm walking /ambling around the Walk of Fame ... and then maybe hitting a bar or two (though don't be surprised if not matching your DL photo leads to challenges). If interested, just follow SubwayZombie on twitter. That's my friend, Jeff. He's awesome, and this will be his most awesome (30th) birthday!



Ok, so just yesterday, I was reminded that Ju Koon is soon!

That's our unique and evolving celebration of Yom Kippur ... this year starting at sundown on Sunday, September 27th. Location to be determined, but likely somewhere in the South Bay. The central tradition is the annual Casting Off of Crap into the Ocean (a symbolic shedding of the unwanted via energy-charged bits of bread or other flotsam which you take with you into the sea and cast upon the waves). That's (likely) followed by the the 2nd annual Raccoon Rally at Point Fermin Park (or, if we do the Cast Off at the ocean in Long Beach, we can apparently do the Raccoon Rally at Chris and Lisa's attic!)


Plus I've got Cirque du Soleil's Kooza somewhere in mid-October, not to mention my last of three endoscopic throat-stretching life-saver procedures.


Busy, busy, busy Autumn. Insanity in the making, but LIFE and FUN!



Yay.

Labor Day weekend was labor-full for me. Putting the semi-final touches on a revitalization of my swanky Condo. The penultimate step ... getting rid of all the 4:3 displays and replacing them with up-to-date 16:9, baby! My computer display was first ... and the tech difficulties in getting my computer to adapt to the simple replacement of a new monitor had me swearing off all tech improvements ...

... oh, for a couple of weeks.


But I couldn’t resist much longer than that. The 4:3 world I lived in was so backwards and anachronistic.





In short order, I added a 46” LCD flat-screen display unit for my bedroom, a 58” Plasma flat-screen display for the Big Room (pictured), and - perhaps most modern and amazing of them all - the 3.5” high-resolution, multi-touch display of my new iPhone.
















(TeeHee, screen cap of my iPhone by my iPhone, emailed to me by my iPhone and posted to El Jay via my iPhone. I love my iPhone.)


( modernity )

Ok, just finished my traditional re-read of the book the latest Harry Potter movie is based on, right after seeing the movie my customary 3 times.

I knew there was some reason the movie did better than the 1st three-fourths of the novel ... because practically nothing happens in all that time in that big, fat book.


I was going to post this on the LoT in the thread about Harry Potter ... but, well, it got kinda long. And that means .... perfect for my typical el jay!


( Maxima )

Ok, so I’m completely Star Trekked lately. And I’m “talking” about it so much on the internet, it makes sense to crystallize some of that on my el jay.

Lists are easiest for that.

Someone asked: “I still don't get why anyone found this tedious and porly written movie to be fun. What was it that you all found fun in this movie? I'm just not seeing it.

To which I replied:

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As many of you know, I've been a Super Gay Activist ever since the November election, too busy to even el jay about my interesting adventures and unusual lifestyle.

But ever since the date of the Supreme Court Hearing was announced, I've felt like I'm living in limbo. The fire to fight has gone out of me while it seems so concretely the issue is not only out of our hands, but that the decision has already been made (the Court usually decides on the submitted briefs -- and the actual hearing just indicates which way the Justices are leaning ... it rarely changes any of their minds).


So it was kind of hard to get behind the latest and greatest gay activist event - the fantastically successful Eve of Justice. But I threw myself into it with gusto and verve, as sort of the swan-song to my activist career. I was the program director and line producer, with - if I may say so - vast responsibilities and influence. The event was fantastic, and I will at some point be el-jaying about the 4 cool events I've tackled in my 4 months of crazy gay activism.


But with very little sleep after that triumph, I dragged myself on the Morn of Justice down to City hall to watch the Supreme Court hearing with some of my comrades, and a packed house of public visitors, in the imposing City Council Chambers. It was a very fitting setting for this event. A huge chamber with 30-foot high, beamed and inlaid ceilings, lined with marble columns, and crowned with towering flags of statehood and country.

Watching the hearing was a more emotional event than I expected it to be. It was pretty tough stuff, and it seems to have devastated the gay community at large. Press reports and personal reactions have been universally fearful.

But while watching the hearing gavel-to-gavel was upsetting, it did nothing to end the suspense for me. And I'm still in limbo.

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So if you read my last post, you know I fell in love with the first show I decided to watch, Mad Men ... and I felt a special connection with it as soon as I found out it was set in 1960, the year I was born. Got me ruminating on all sorts of progress in the times I've had the pleasure to live.

So I want to see the next season real bad, and - yay! - I can download all of Season 2 on iTunes. That's just what I do early this morning, and queue up the first show of the season.


It takes place on Valentine's Day. Today is February 14th.



This show and I have a psychic link.


I love it.



That is all.

I know I should be posting about my exciting world of gay activism that’s taken over the last 3 months of my life (during which I’ve hardly ever posted on el jay) ... but I think I’ll save that for around March 5, which will be a culmination of sorts.

For now, I’ll post about ... TeeVee.


I’ve started a drive to catch up on television shows that people have raved about. I don’t watch any television “live” and don’t follow any shows (so there’s no need to TIVO). I much prefer watching an entire season on DVD over a few nights than having to follow shows week by week, even if I could modernly watch them on my own schedule.

So I’ve decided to catch up on Dr. Who, Mad Men, Dexter, The Tudors, Arrested Development, and lastly, Lost. That’s gonna take a lot of catching up on, because I haven’t seen a single episode of half those shows. If you have any other suggestions of shows I just must see, please let me know. But these are ones that several people I trust have said I’d enjoy ... or I already like and must catch up on.


I finally finished the 3rd season of Dr. Who that Val lent me ages ago (and still have Season 4 to tackle sometime). I wasn’t as upset about the departure of Rose as I thought I’d be. I kinda like Martha Jones. And there were some fantastic episodes in Season 3. Even though The Doctor is hardly in it, Blink has got to be one of the single best episodes of television ever produced. (And yes, Val, I’d have it with me on a desert island).

I’m just about finished with my second show, the 1st season of Mad Men ... and I think it’s because the show has so affected me that I decided to post about my teevee catch-up. The show is set in the Madison Avenue advertising world of 1960 - - which is the year I was born. So that struck a chord with me right away. It’s not a political show, but the overt racism and sexism of the time makes a statement. More striking to me, naturally, is the blatant anti-Semitism featured in one important storyline, and the even more potent homophobia hinted at for the next season.

I was born in 1960, and I’ve been blessed to live in fantastic times of progress. I’m a jew, and I’m gay ... and I’ve experienced only the most fleeting nothings of anti-Semitism or homophobia during my entire life. I’m reminded by the show that, in 1960, people routinely hit their kids, women drank and smoked while pregnant, and the supremacy of white straight male dominated society was expressed with casual cruelty and boorishness.


And it's made me think back to Barack Obama’s election victory speech where he invoked a 100-year-old woman in Atlanta who had seen such incredible changes in her century of American life. From my birth in 1960 till today is roughly half that time, but Mad Men reminds me how much fantastic progress has been made in human affairs during the time I’ve been human. I’m so blessed to have lived during these particular 50 years, and in the modern metropolises of New York and Los Angeles - - in relation to almost any times and places in human history. The show makes me happy.

It’s also fantastically written, incredibly entertaining, and a stunningly beautiful period piece. And it’s wonderfully acted. The night I first got into the show, I attended a dinner party for my brother-in-law’s birthday. At one point, people were talking about their recent celebrity sightings ... and Linda, seated across from me, mentioned that she had seen Jon Hamm that very morning. Before that very morning, I wouldn’t have known who Jon Hamm was. But, um, he’s the star of Mad Men. Between that and the show being set in the year I was born, I started to pay special attention to Mad Men. I’m glad I did.


Ok, so two seasons of two shows down. Several seasons of 4 more shows to go. Yikes. I’ll be at this for a while.

(paraphrased) text messages between two queers in WeHo last night:

"Where are you?"

"We're at Here."

"You're here?"

"No, we're at Here."

"Where?"

"Here."

"Upstairs or Down?"

"No, at Here, not there ... Here."

"Oh. ...Oh, ok, meet us at Eleven."

"When?"

"No, at Eleven."

"Um, it's past that now."

"No, meet at Eleven. Come to Eleven."

"Oh."


The Resolution After-Party at Here Lounge. Lesbian night at Eleven.

I've never been to a lesbian bar before. It was trippy. The entire night was highly amusing, but I just loved the fag text exchange worthy of Abbott and Costello ... if they were gay.


(Hmmm?)

What a great meme. Post the first sentence from your blog, from each of the first entries of the month of the year 2008, as a way to recap before we head into 2009 a few hours from now.

Oddly, I notice the leads to the first entries of the month don't give much impression of my year, while the leads to the last entries of each month give a much clearer picture.

So I'm revising the meme guidelines. First, the first first sentences. Then, the last first sentences (or two).

This is fun. Oh, unless it encourages me to re-read my entire year's worth of el jay, which would be highly upsetting. Best not look back too closely, eh?


January (16): Holiday seasons used to be so anticipatory for me.

February (20): In keeping with the theme, I’ll try (for once) to keep this brief.

March (13): Oooh, it's been a while since I posted about something lite, like meme.

April (28): Boy do I ever have a renewed appreciation for my aunt Joan, who used to put on the family seders during most of my childhood.

May (9): Yummy, yes. Especially on Burgers ... with BACON! Mmmm, crumbly goodness.

June (2): This feels like a repeat of last year, but I’m thinking of skipping Swank Camp again.

July (3): (* - Peoples' Hetero to Homo Ratio)

August (13): wow, it’s been 3 weeks since the last installment, and I don’t suppose anyone still cares whatever the fuck happened in Las Vegas or how the story ends after all this time - - especially considering I essentially posted the end of the story a month ago ... when I first began my longest-running el jay series ever!

September (3): I had two great film experiences last week, with old movies that epitomized hand-made beauty likely never to be seen again in cinema.

October (6): Wow, everything seems to be tumbling faster and faster towards some vanishing point at the end of October.

November (4): Separate is Not equal.

December 27: Hmmm, i haven’t posted an el jay entry in over a month


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January 30: It was supposed to be a simple week of dog-sitting.

February 28: Brad pointed out that I was wasting my time.

March 27: I haven’t posted an entry in a while. Not because there’s nothing going on in my life. But because it’s all going on in not my life.

April 30: To celebrate the May 22, 2008 release of the long-awaited, long-gestated sequel, you can own this amazing piece of movie memorabilia history from the original release of Raiders of the Lost Ark more than 25 years ago!

May 16: Oh, I feel so awful about this. But I’ve been cheating on my sweetie.

June 27: ok, can anyone recommend a good therapist? Cheap?

July 22: I’m not a very private person.

August 19: Seven Brides for Seven Brothers was so unexpected.

September 29: It starts. I’m missing out on fun stuff and I’m regretting it.

October 31: As I was saying, the signs all over the place were one of the triumphs of the TSD crew. Photos were taken at the Kodak Photo Spot. Cast Members Only kept people out of the kitchen - - at a Party!!

November 23: I'm taking a controversial stand that most people seem to regard as really rude and downright wacky .... but until Proposition 8 is repealed, I will not be supporting the institution of marriage in California by my presence at any wedding ceremony or reception planned after November 5, 2008.

December 27: Hmmm, i haven’t posted an el jay entry in over a month. i haven’t spent much time on the net at the places i used to spend time on the net at. So, let’s see ... in the last month or so ... my life has changed radically.

Hmmm, i haven’t posted an el jay entry in over a month. i haven’t spent much time on the net at the places i used to spend time on the net at.

So, let’s see ... in the last month or so ... my life has changed radically.


Yes, that’s the word.




Christmastime was not anything I would have expected. I’ve been sort of ... if not on the outs with, then unusually disconnected from practically all my friends. Instead, i’ve spent the holiday season becoming a full-time, mega-jihadist Gay Activist.™ WTF?

It’s different than that week after the election when my life was protest rally and march and rally. I’ve since become very involved with a variety of gay activist groups and have found myself in the thick of a revibrant gay rights movement in California.

For the past few weeks, and into the foreseeable future, my time and energy is nearly as consumed with gay activism as it was with the Haunted Mansion Halloween Party. Nearly.


Oddly, i don’t have much to write about it.

It’s not that I don’t have tons of thoughts and feelings about the unusual stuff going on. It’s just that I’m too involved with living life so weirdly to comment on it right now.

That’s odd, too. Those of you familiar with reading these pages from time to time know i like commenting on my life incessantly. But i kinda have to find out where i’m landing before i can write about any of it. So the story, whatever the story turns out to be, will have to wait.


I hope I can reconnect with people in 2009. I’m not holding out much hope for January. It’s looking to be the weirdest January i’ve maybe ever known. That will be more welcome that the weirdest Christmas. But it’s all been good. Weird is fun. Life is different. I miss a lot of my old life. But I’m enjoying every minute of it.

Separate is Not equal.


The back of the bus still gets you to your destination. Just how far have we come in half a century?


Please Vote NO on Proposition 8.

As I was saying, the signs all over the place were one of the triumphs of the TSD crew. Photos were taken at the Kodak Photo Spot. Cast Members Only kept people out of the kitchen - - at a Party!!




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Well, I won't be doing that again. Too much work. It would have worked out so much better if I was the one living in the old Victorian mansion. But having to cart 6 truckloads of stuff out there, and with a few limited days to set up ... plus the constant run-around, procuring and never-ending planning ... well, it’s too much work for me at my tender age.

Most of the creative stuff was done by the TSD Design Group, and by Autumn the artist who painted all the portraits. All I seemed to do was constantly run all over town and spend money.

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How did I get stuck with this? Easy. I didn’t read the rules carefully, and commented on a post without realizing the consequences.

I got assigned the letter “L” by Wendy, the second person I’ve seen play this game on el jay. The first was Val ... and she HAD THE LETTER “L.” Ugh, she used a couple of characters I SOOO would have used. Fine. Here goes my half-assed attempt.


Oh, but read the Rules carefully. They are:


1. Comment on this post.
2. I will give you a letter.
3. Think of 5 fictional characters and post their names and your comments on these characters in your El Jay.

And now ...


Five Fave Characters whose names start with the Lovely Letter “L” ---


Lucy Ricardo - the wacky first lady of television is so resourceful, uninhibited, scheming and just plain crazy ... not to mention hysterical. It’s amazing how well this show from the dawn of television holds up. I think of Lucy’s Vitameatavegamin just about every time I’m tipsy. Ball went on to play two other Lucys in prime-time tv, but none had the spark and wit and loveable wackiness of the original. I love Lucy Ricardo.


Lemuel Gulliver - I like anyone who’s nice to short people. Admittedly, I know less about Swift’s original Gulliver than I do the one from Max Fleisher’s entirely weird animated film of the mid-30's. But I used to love that film as a kid, so Gulliver’s on the list. This list was tougher since I couldn’t use anyone on Val’s list, so shoot me.


Luke Skywalker - terrific whining teenager. Badass Jedi Knight. Focal point of one of my supremely favorite movies, and I daresay the one film that has brought more awesome stuff and people into my life than any other. Poor Luke is so upstaged by Han Solo and Princess Leia. He’s so earnest and comparatively boring. But I love his story arc, and I happen to think Mark Hamill played him perfectly in the first movie, and made him sufficiently awesome in the third. Ok, he was a pathetic crybaby in Empire Strikes Back, but two out of three ain’t bad.


Larry Tate - the most loveable scheming, weasely backstabber ever to grace the TV screen. Darin Stevens’ boss was surprisingly charming ... seductively known as Cotton Top to Samantha’s lookalike cousin Serena. And for all his horrible low-life tactics and two-faced bastardisms, he remains one of my favorite characters from the small screen. He charmed the sox off me. World's Best Total Dick.


Laurie Strode - because I’m in the mood for Halloween early this year, and because Val already used Lestat. Ok, Laurie is the only good girl not a total slut in the first and arguably best teen slasher movie. I was in love with her. So was Michael Myers, so you’ll understand why I never made my move.

The seventh anniversary of Nine Eleven is hitting me harder than any previous one.


Undoubtedly that’s because I involved myself in a project that culminated in a sort of “salute” to Nine Eleven, though I suppose that’s an inappropriate term for an occasion we are supposed to treat with utmost solemnity.

I don’t exactly view it that way. I have many, many feelings about the events of that day and their meaning, and only a few of them are solemn.

Oddly, I have very good feelings about the days immediately following, and that’s what led me to the recording project that has me feeling so out of sorts today.

Because the days following 9/11 were some of the most united and patriotic times I’ve ever experienced as an American. The project I’ve been working on is for future Independence Day celebrations, and this is why I deemed the usually solemn Nine Eleven events worthy and necessary of inclusion. But it had unintended consequences for me. I’m very on edge today.

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I had two great film experiences last week, with old movies that epitomized hand-made beauty likely never to be seen again in cinema. Both films were primarily visual delights, yet both exhibitors touted their improved sound systems which took full advantage of these films’ sonic fantasticness.

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A weekend of unexpected things, all so pleasant.


Seven Brides for Seven Brothers was so unexpected. I had no idea the local Torrance Theater Company production would be based on a Broadway show I never knew existed (it had all of 5 performances) and not on the MGM movie musical that a group of my old friends are completely in love with.

So it was the same basic story, and featured a handful of the songs from the film ... but they jettisoned a good number of the songs, and added a bunch of original tunes (not nearly as good for the most part). I found this rather strange. Don’t they usually need to pad movie musicals for Broadway with extra songs, not simply replace some?

We had fantastic front row, center seats and it was a blast to see the show in the company of the friends with whom I’ve shared a fanatical love of the source material for decades. But it was so surreal an experience, like some bizarre dream we were having about Seven Brides. Since we were in the front row, it seemed like it was unfolding privately for us ... adding to the odd sensation that the whole thing was something we dreamed up on a confused night of binge drinking. How strange and wonderful to have a piece with which you are so familiar be presented in a bizarrely different light of Whaaat???

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(* - Peoples' Hetero to Homo Ratio)


Last Sunday I attended Love, Honor, Cherish’s first fund raiser event, a fabulous pool party at the home of two of the founders. Brad helped a lot with the preparations (apparently he has the organization’s only Costco memberhip), so - much to my relief (and his, I’m sure) - he was free to simply enjoy the festivities.

That’s good because, as gregarious and outgoing as often I am, I will inevitably spend time only with people I know at a party ... and will only talk with strangers if I’m introduced to them by someone I know ... or if there’s uncharacteristically absolutely no one I know at a party I find myself mysteriously at. So even though there were lots of people in attendance ... I pretty much spent the entire day talking only with Brad and Joe, my friends for years.

Of the lots of people in attendance, there were maybe two who weren’t gay men. I think I saw two women for all of two minutes ... whether they were hags or dykes I have no idea, but the rest of the crowd was 100% queer boys. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been in a such a large group of strictly gay men ... if indeed I ever have. Getting drunk helped a little bit, but otherwise I can only hang around even a middling-size gang of purely gay men for about 2 hours before I get antsy. Truth is, I’m just uncomfortable with a group that’s not mixed gender.

Oh, it’s better if a group of all boys is gay rather than straight - - (I think I can hang around a group of just straight guys for all of 15 minutes). But I much prefer being in a mixed gender group. And even if I’m in the midst of all women, the group is -presto! - mixed gender by virtue of my presence.



So where do I find myself the very next evening but as the only boy among a dozen girls?!


It was spa night at Lisa’s place. I was the only boy. Hahaha, I felt more gay as the only boy at spa night then I did at a party full of shirtless homos!


Lisa’s shindig was to promote Arbonne, a line of Swiss skin care products that she’s been raving about lately. We all got fun facials and did a major detox soak treatment of our weary feet. There was yummy spa food and fun company. OMG, I purchased hundreds of dollars worth of Arbonne stuff.

Best of all, the switcheroo night of all-girls + me returned my PH balance to gender harmony. 100% gay guys sequewaying smoothly to 100% straight girls. Ah, peace and tranquility among the sexes and orientations.



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Pool Party and Spa Night were just two of what is turning out to be NINE straight days of fun and frolic with friends. Weekdays, week nights, the fun knows no propriety right now. This often happens for a few days around my birthday and 4th of July, but this time it’s unprecedented!

So .... on my actual birthday, I did blissfully NOTHING. Ah, I read a book and attended to a few minor projects. I went to the movies. I didn’t answer the phone. Aside from a few tradespeople out in the world, I spoke to no human soul. A day of unrelenting peace and quiet reflection is exactly what I needed. I feel restored and relaxed ... and I’ve had nary a hint of my recently troublesome depression in quite a few days.

Thanks to all of you who offered kind words of support and helpful advice. Thanks also to all of you any and everywhere who sent kind birthday wellwishes my way.



Now back to more fun and frolic with friends for the next few days. And I’m ready for that. I love my friends, and am so thankful to have so many people to love in this world.

And I’m ready for my 50th year of Life, Mr. DeMille!!! I’m at peace with what I’ve accomplished and what I have not, and I’m geared up to improve in every way and every manner ... and enjoy every step and every setback and everything life and love has in store.

Ok, so I'll post the list of supposedly 100 classic works of literature, and the ones in bold are the ones I've read, the ones underlined are the few I love, and the ones italicized are the even fewer ones I intend to read.

It's clear that most of the "classics" were foisted on me in school, not that I minded. I enjoyed most of them, though I didn't love any that were part of the ciriculum. Even those I love, though, tend to be books I read at a much younger age.

And while I intend to read a few more books on the list, I don't know that I ever will. I've got reading narcolepsy ... and a book will usually put me in a dead sleep every 5 pages. It takes me months to get through a novel, unless it's a page-turner that I will carry with me everywhere and thus read during the two peak hours of any given day when book won't make me fall asleep.

Sigh, I've barely read anything since my early 30's. I just can't do it, and it makes me feel so stupid and unlearned. Pfft, seven of the 12 books I've read in the past 20 years have started with the words "Harry Potter."


I'm a dunce.


Anyway, ( The List )

I was never too pleased with Facebook. The interface is kinda boring, and all it seems designed to do is to encourage a trillion little platforms that allow you to send some silly thing or other to your friends.

Being that I still correspond much more meaningfully with a good many friends on the internet via message boards and I.M. and such, this seemed like a trifle I'd have no time for. And I was right. I stopped playing with Facebook after two weeks.


So I go back today to find it's exploded with people I know. I had 26 Friends requests, and a kazillion little silly things sent from people, who knows how long ago.

So I apologize for neglecting all my Facebook friends, and for replying to all your silly things just now ... likely months after they were sent.

I can't promise I'll check in with Facebook more than quarterly, but we'll see if it develops into anything more interesting for me. I rather prefer exchanging actual words than, say, Green Patch Plants. But I'll give it another shot.





ETA: I LIED.


I cannot respond to each of the zillion silly thingies. Each wants to load some litte application and have me go thru some arcane process and I Can't Frelling Stand It.

Sorry, but i Ignored every one of those zillion requests. I feel like such a party pooper, but I don't have the time for this absurd silliness. I don't like having to load 30 little applications per week. I find it supremely annoying. I guess I am not the demographic for facebook ... which strikes me as highly ironic, because it was billed to me as a place for people who found myspace too immature.


Sheesh.