Welcome to HELL... The Bachelor is on for another season. As the Jam once sang the public wants what the public gets and this shit is living proof. Few articles have come out to denounce this, but in the end - this irreality show gets the last laugh - they actually have high ratings... Is the LCD index that low now that people want to watch this misogynist throwback of a show? I had the misfortune a week ago of being right under the TV at the gym that was playing this, and had to watch some picked over bimbo tearfully admit that she "really thought she was the one"... I thought throwing chairs on Jerry Springer was debasement enough, this is downright pathetic...
Oh well - at least in other parts of the world, people don't care and would rather get buck nekkid with 1200 other folks for the sole purpose of art . Lord love 'em!

Issiah kicked my ass tonight.. Rightly so. I had to cancel tomorrows 8am session for work reasons, so he combined 2 workouts into one. Plus - we've determined that my girth is not decreasing any and that there's some unrecorded calorie intake or lapsed Cardio session that's not doing the trick. I'm thinking it's some supplement I might be taking, because everything else I do is pretty by the book. Oh well.
In any case - thanks to Beate, I finally managed to dub the finished Dogme film onto video and hand it in to Lilith at Wigglyworld. It's 8 minutes longer than I said it would be (sheepish grin), but I couldn't edit out certain key scenes any more than I already did.... For those of you in Seattle, it's going to be 5/2 - 5/5 (at the Little Theater I can only assume). Go see it! Go see Beate rock out to Sepultura and hug the Bainbridge Ferry. Go see Lyle do his best Crispin Glover off Paxil imitation. Go see me do obscene things with pocket change. Go see James paint his boobies! And tell me what you think... be honest....

The world is a crazy ball o' confusion, inhabited by people who will watch anything... but i don't care today. I'm living in chaos, but a wake up call tells me to take charge this next month like no ones biznazz, y'know? Won't tell you what the wake up call was, but let's just say it's a good second chance at things, and to not make any more foolish choices.
There are alot of bad idea's out there. Luckily, I'm not going to act on them.

Start spreadin the news - Ian is leavin' today. Yes, our boy is headed for the Big Apple, NYC. I am of course happy for him, but also tres depressed that I will be w/out someone to go out for cocktails with and laugh hysterically at pop culture fobiles and local bad fashion choices with. He was very much my partner in many crimes and he will be sorely missed. However, he's chasing the great American Dream which many of us are too nervous to do at the moment... so in any case I wish him safe travels and much fortune in the big city (but I also want him to MOVE BACK SOON, GODDDAMMMIT!!!!!!) Oh - I didn't say that...

Todays bus ride was it's usual 20-minutes late, tin-can smelling of puke and cold medicine rickety ride through the hospital trail of misery, and I seriously questioned why I still tolerate this cities laughing joke of a transit system, when I realized at least Seattle Renters Rule!!! ... Something good to come out of bust... I just wonder why the sudden dip in Ballard? Didn't any of those urban engineers play enough Sim-City to know the key to happiness is parks, cute boutiques, and dirt cheap rent? Oh well... I guess the write up in NYT Travel section a few weeks back wasn't enough to keep them...
In the meantime, I will struggle to stay on the hill. The last thing I need is to get into the middle of residential breeder hell. Although, the above article had me toying with the aspiration to one day rent a loft. Be one of those faux-cool sitcom characters with a spacious one-bedroom loft that overlooks impossible angles of Downtown Seattle... Or one of those edgy superhero types that lives in a loft and has their superhero costume kept behind a secret panel.... Or one of those decadent, drugged out jet-setters who lives in a flurry of designer jeans and bed partners... Oh well, dreaming is free...

Busy, busy weekend. Between many social groups and activities, I think we were never in the same spot for longer than 15 minutes. In any case - it was good hanging out on Lyle's bday, seeing Brent and Jonelle and visiting w/Ian. I'm still amazed that I managed to fit everyone in... One thing though, drinking through most of the weekend seemed unnecessary. Not that I was drunk or buzzed, but I more or less became lethargic and crampy, and then end up paying for at the gym the next day while I sweat out all the toxins from the night before. I'm seriously considering going on my own personal temperance movement for the summer, but where's the fun in that?...