Venial Sin

So I haven’t really been doing a great deal with myself today, other than packing. As a break from packing (and while waiting for my laundry to finish), I found myself reading the recaps for American Idol on Television Without Pity. My favourite line from those has GOT to be: Meet Nathaniel Golden Jr., a scary, strangely pudgy boy, whose shirt is covered with safety pins. He has also ripped open one of the legs of his pants, like Kylie [...]

I hung out with my friend the Belgian Plastic Surgeon last night, someone whom I haven’t seen since…god, March? April? Something like that…it’s definitely been a while. In any case, I received an e-mail from him yesterday evening as I was agonizing about how in the world I’d actually get all my packing completed (the trick is to repack all the boxes so that there aren’t back-breaking amounts of books in each box, and to pad it all with clothing). [...]

Thanksgiving Day, and I’m sitting in my increasingly-empty apartment, with boxes heavy enough to herniate an elephant and a huge tangle of wires that are hooked up to my as-yet-unsold surround sound system. Jesus. How did I manage to accumulate so much shit in so little time? And more importantly, WHY? So everyone’s off for Thanksgiving, which is one of those holidays that confuses me greatly. People who can’t stand their relatives, who would gladly take a flamethrower to each [...]

Why, oh WHY are all gay men such rampant (and above all CARELESSLY CLUMSY) alcoholics? I just don’t get it. You’d figure that a lifetime of drinking (yes, I know I’m issuing blanket statements, yes you may certainly bite me) would imbue at least some prancing nancies–myself certainly being one of them–with the ability to keep their alcohol in its receptacle; translation: “Not on my shirt where you can offer to lick it off my sleeve and probably would too [...]

To bring an end to the jacket chronicles…I found the bloody thing at last. The Erudite One and I were sitting at Cobalt yesterday evening, after spending what can only loosely be described as “quality time” at Universal Gear on 17th Street; he was trying on pairs of jeans, and I was reading a book, with occasional pauses to tell him that his ass looked great/small/fat/flat (as the case may have been with each pair). After we were done with [...]

Last night was a terrible, terrible idea, involving as it did entirely too much vodka, rum, gin, midori, schnapps, beer, and–I’m pretty sure–rubbing alcohol. Having not eaten anything since noon, I decided that it would be a grand idea to consume my daily calorie count in the form of liquid nourishment. Ugh. The binge was only complicated by the fact that I somehow brought a man home with me at 3 in the morning, and also lost my favourite jacket [...]

So today was particularly interesting as I got e-mails from strangers, asking me why I hadn’t updated my blog in five days. I’m quite flattered…I had no idea that I was so widely-read So in any case, here’s a quick summary of the last week or so. The primary development hence far is the matter of my returning home to Pakistan. It has come to my attention that my mother and brother have apparently been discussing the matter of my [...]

When I go to Amazon, or the IMDB, I inevitably run into “user reviews” sections on the sites’ pages. I love user reviews. They’re great because you can almost always find someone whose opinion will either justify or negate that burning desire to whip out the [insert favourite credit card name here] and spend income that you may or may not have. If nothing else, you can even just skim through the star ratings for items and wonder if that [...]

Despite my complete incompetence with MovableType, I’m addicted to this design code. In the spirit of that (and the fact that TypePad is a little too expensive for me to upgrade to the full version, so I can tweak my page design), I’ve been considering starting up a whole new website–below is a header image I’ve been working on. Do feel free to comment.

I spoke with Big Brother’s investment-banker friend earlier tonight, quizzing him about potential i-banking jobs in Manhattan. Our conversation didn’t really instill me with a great deal of confidence, and I’ve spent the last 3 hours repeatedly opening, editing, then saving-without-changes my University of Chicago reactivation form. Quick backstory (and the drums of exposition begin to play): when I applied to graduate school for my PhD in English last year, I sent out a fairly random set of applications. They [...]