Today is the last day of summer. Fall is upon us and I can’t fucking wait for autumn evenings on the Upper West Side, network fall TV lineups, and the chance to start dressing in layers. Been working out some inner-kinks on this here blogsite, so be on the lookout for older entries like that one suddenly popping up where hadn’t been before. Other little quirks are on the horizon, too. Bear with me.

Must pause right here to directly shoutout Marshall, a self-proclaimed faithful reader of this journal. This sweet fool caught my brief mention of a new interest in one of Beethoven’s sonatas and actually went to Amazon.com, reached into his wallet, and sent me this to broaden my horizons. It arrived to me @ work right in the middle of a really bad shift, totally made my day and reminded me to come blog a thank-you. Thanks, Marshall! I tend to be one of those punks who stays away, all skeptical, from all the much-hyped and praised works of historic icons like Beethoven (I don’t believe Shakespeare really wrote all those plays, I think Anne Frank’s diary is a hoax, and Jackson Pollack just made dribble-splatters on canvas. ahem.) but I look forward to getting onboard with this.

Also? thanks to the omnipotence of Friendster (fuck MySpace), he who was loved and lost has now been found. Just further proof that the Internet is going to kill us all. I wonder if he is gonna be God’s regular gay Christmas gift to me every year. It’s a gift that keeps on giving.

Serious as cancer when I say rythym is a dancer, and also when I ask if you remember the 21st night of September? Shut up, I said I was gonna do it. It’s Earth Wind & Fire, dudes! This shit is SACRED! I wait 364 days a year EVERY YEAR to live this fucking song and the world will just have to tolerate me today.