I enjoy a daily boink

LIFE <META>: I may have a week or so of free time at the end of May and, money and Murphy willing, would like to spend it in San Francisco. Why on earth would someone think I'm a lawyer? I don't even like the taste of human blood. I'm a writer, damnit! (Although it's not as if I've given anyone a good reason to think that either.) I've spent the weekend cleaning the house and organizing my life and playing with the dog; only one of these activities was at all satisfying. No one has left me any randy voicemail. (Turns out, I'm not doing half-bad.)

PROGRAM NOTE: If, like me, you'd like to see the much talked about Clinton mockumentary, but don't have the bandwidth or patience to watch it in a tiny Quicktime window, it'll be rebroadcast as part of the C-SPAN2 coverage of the White House Correspondent's Dinner tomorrow morning at 9:10 a.m. EST. (8:10 a.m. in St. Louis, C-SPAN2 is Ch. 19 on city cable.)

VICES: I smoke. I use gateway soft drinks. I enjoy a daily boink.

OBSERVATION: If your audience is more than 50 percent gay, you are either on your way up or on your way down. You'll be either a mainstream superstar or irrelevantly camp within two years, tops.

PICTURE IT: Did you go to high school with someone famous? Spanky wants your yearbook.

Pornographic Origami. Yeah baby, yeah!

WEBLOG-ROLLING: Elan is just way cooler than I am. (Awfully cute, too. I'm just sayin'.)

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