I'm freezing cold and I feel crappy. I should be going out to do almost-last-minute Xmas shopping, but I cannot bring myself to bundle up and go. I will regret this tomorrow when I'm fighting the rest of the city for the remaining scraps of gifts at Marshall's.

My niece suggested we should carpool to our holiday location. I had no real reason to object, so I said yes. But I don't want to. It means I'll be stuck waiting around for her, and I can't come home early if I want. Also, she's not exactly good company for a two-hour drive. Bleah. The real problem, of course, is that I just don't want to go.

And, of course you had Elvis Stojko babbling CONSTANTLY about how "masculine" he is and, basically, calling people fags all over the place. It's not a good scene.

Timelies all!

I don't have a fear of heights, as long there is a defined barrier between me and the drop. Stairs and bleachers freak me out, and I have to either hold on to the railing or keep my eyes on my feet. Escalators don't bug me at all.

I'm having the typical southern californian's response to cold rain.

It warmed up enough here to partially melt the snow on the roof, so big chunks of snow are falling off and crashing to the ground. It's a kind of cool sound, but sometimes a bit startling.

There is even thunder going on which is weird!

These Los Angeles winters are just too much for me, that's why we're going to Florida in a week.

I'm feeling all kinds of accomplished for the day, even though my productivity is mostly getting my car cleared off and following up on some calls I've been owing people. Not feeling like the sole of a muddy shoe probably is helping that.

It's starting to snow/rain here, just in time for the commute. Whee.

I really thought he had come out many years ago? Like around the 'What Would Brian Boitano do?" time?

The show itself wasn't a way to tacitly do just that? How many straight men host how-to programs about catering dinner parties?