Friday, July 26, 2002

OK, Phil, if you wrote that last comment to the last entry on my blog, that's fucked up, OK? Spooky and weird can be fun, but fucked up just pisses people off.


Thursday, July 25, 2002

So, ran into this guy I know from the club scene today during lunch. He was just leaning against the wall of the building I work in, reading a battered old paperback book about how to play the trumpet. I asked him why he we was there and he was like, "Oh, just seemed like a good place to read." Passing strange, right? Well, he found out I was on my way to lunch and asked if he could tag along. I don't really like this guy, but I felt like disentangling myself from him would take more time than it was worth.

We we went to the salad bar down the street. Phil--that's this guy's name--makes a salad that's all cottage cheese, mushrooms, croutons, and bacon bits, then drenches it in russian dressing. Just a big salmon-colored pile of mush. Very strange.

We make some small talk for a while, then suddenly out of the blue, he's like, "Well, I really turned your friend Arthur on." And at first I thought he meant they were dating or something, but he explained, "I've been giving him some things to think about, opening doors for him. He's really ready to evolve. I think you're going to be very impressed by him." Then, like it was just occuring to him, he adds, "You should come to one of our get-togethers some time. It's very... enriching."

I said I'd think about it, and like a flash, he stood up, said he had to go, and walked out without eating a bite or paying for his food.

When I got back, I emailed Arthur to warn him, and my email bounced back. Probably his server was just down...

Tuesday, July 23, 2002

So, trooped down to Philadelphia with Jeremy and his friend Todd for the Gay and Lesbian Film Festival there. Jeremy was quite happy to show us his old stomping grounds and introduce us to some of the lucky few people he’d actually stomped.

The slamminest picture we saw was definitely
Andy Warhol’s Flesh For Frankenstein in 3-D!

It was brilliant. Little Joe was ravaged by woman after woman, hung from chains, and generally hunkish throughout. Udo Kier overacted in a way that I could only describe as hyper-ironic (“The only way to understand death is to fuck life in the gall bladder!”). The 3-D effects were mostly used to make people’s guts fly out into your face when their chests were ripped open. Once I swore there was a penis mixed up in a mess of livers and intestines, but Jeremy says that was just wishful thinking.

Sherman Alexie’s The Business of Fancydancing was quite good. Not so much a story as a series of poetic moments featuring mostly the same characters. Very impressionistic and delightful.

Also saw a collection of shorts called “Cruising the High Seas” and a film about German Drag Queens.

Also, kudos to a bar called Tritone where we ate and drank many delicious meals. I could eat nothing but their cheddar jalapeno mashed potatoes for the rest of my life and be happy.

Much fun, but now that I'm back I already want to kill the Virgin....