ALL. BY. MYSELF. I have no idea how I managed to make that header, or change most of the colors, but somehow I magically did it all by myself and the blog still works. I'm am so pleased with myself. And, the fact that super-genius Josh said he was impressed is puffed me up with pride. So, I guess tell me if you like it. If you find some funky colors from the old look on here let me know and I'll try to figure out how to fix it. That's the Austin skyline, btw. ...

It is after 4 p.m. on Friday and it's 100 degrees and my a/c is still not working. The repairman said he has to order a part that will not be in until Monday. It's supposed to be the hottest weekend of the year, natch. I've come home because Daisy has been inside a house with no air conditioning all day and now I am waiting on a repairman to bring me a window unit. A friggin' window unit? Are you shitting me? I'll have to close off the entire house except for one room! Window units may work in ...

This dowtown restaurant near my office is a popular spot for lunch. Today I'm here meeting a friend and waiting on him watching people come through the door. I swear it's like watching people show up for a stage show. Why does everyone seem to be in costume today? There was the cowboy, the urban hipster, the businessman, the Asian dry cleaning woman, and the fat secretary. The urban hipster is so going to be my missed connection today with that cute little hat and those big sunglasses! ...

Trying to sleep last night was a failure. I had a ceiling fan and a box fan blowing on me as I tried to sleep. The a/c still isn't working. I woke up every thirty minutes or so and was damp with sweat. I wish I could say it was like A Streetcar Named Desire over here, but it was a lot more like Sanford and Son. The repair folks are on their way, but I've got to get out of here and get to work. Daisy is bitter. ...

My air conditioner just crapped out on me! It's 9 p.m. and it's 87 degrees in here! ...

The past two days I have stumbled across cute boys being vulnerable in a YouTube video. I don't get it. I get vulnerability, trust me. I don't get the ability to share it so openly with strangers. Just watching strangers exposing their emotions makes me break out into a nervous sweat. Here's that adorable Jay Brannan reacting to seeing his video on LOGO. Here's LittleBigChris reacting to getting punched on the street. Sure, I guess I've poured my heart out to y'all every once in a while. But, it's well measured and I would have a hard time being as honest ...

Ok, clearly the missed connections are occupying too much of my time. I must read them every day. I mean, what if I didn't read them one day and that was when someone had a missed connection for me?! Anyway, the one in the jump isn't exactly a missed connection, but it's something... ...

Daisy is a lot like I was at her age... Originally uploaded by translucence_photos. she sits too close to the TV, too. This is her favorite show, it's a dog and cat blooper show and she's always riveted. If only she were learning that being a dufus can wind up getting you on national television where people are laughing at you and not with you. ...

Actually, I have the opposite of a cold, dead heart. I'm the biggest sap when it comes to love and romance. W sent me a link to a series of videos where Chris in NYC tries to get the attention of Nick who lives in Iowa. Chris wants Nick to be his boyfriend. I watched the entire series of videos back and forth and may or may not have shed several tears at how unbelievably gutsy and romantic it all was. Watch them here. Make sure you start at the oldest video and work your way to the most ...

Getting an email from someone in the Attorney General's office. Flop sweat! ...

I rode the free trolley/buses to lunch on Friday! I felt like I had really mastered some complex public transportation feat. The 'Gold' 'Dillo took me right to lunch with some friends and back. It's a bus made to look like a trolley. Quite adventurous! Oh...and it's free. That's just about my favorite word ever. ...

JM and I started off Saturday night awfully civilized, having a glass of wine on the front porch talking politics, community responsibility and careers. We wound up with a night so full of debauchery that I cannot even tell you about it. ...

This spam message was awfully candid with me, a complete stranger. I couldn't help but ponder if one of my one of my close friends were to send me such an inappropriate email what I would say. (click to enlarge, pardon the pun) Bernard, Have I ever told you how much I hate your name? Quite frankly with a name like Bernard you ought to be satisfied to get any action, regardless of size. I really can't relate to your problem for a multitude of reasons which I won't go into here. I will say that perhaps you are too hung ...

The real "Melvin P. Thorpe," Marvin Zindler, died this week. He was the flamboyant TV reporter that exposed the Chicken Ranch on Houston television back in 1973 and forced the governor to shut it down. Eventually, a Broadway play would become one of my all-time favorite movies. The town of LaGrange, Texas where the Chicken Ranch was still holds a grudge and didn't mind telling a reporter all about it. Those small town folks, man. They can carry some bitterness around for a long time. The story from the Austin American-Statesman is in the extended entry. ...

I left my wallet at the house today so when I thought about lunch, I really on had one choice. The UT Club! I love being a member where I can go for a delicious lunch and it's just like room service. All I have to do is sign my name! My friend JM went with me and the conversation was better than the meal. It's fantastic to know someone that's Southern and not Texan. All the years I've lived out here, people think I'm a little eccentric or something and when I'm with JM, it's like old-home week. But, ...

Look at me all serious in the elevator today. I'm certainly suited up for urban warfare. I'm rockin' the messenger bag and the iPod. Don't let the serious look fool you, though. I was totally blaring Dolly Parton. ...

I left my last miserable job sixty days ago and my former staff still call me wishing I could help them. I can't. Since I left 7 people have walked out. The things I was holding together without any help from corporate have completely fallen apart. Corporate has since realized that I wasn't lying when I said I needed help and is now sending people in to try and get things straightened out. From what I hear, they realized a little too late that I wasn't lying when I kept asking for help. Yet again, I must point out that I ...

I've lived in Texas for a while now, and the Texas Two Step still eludes me but, I can shag like a mofo. Here's a video of what that is for all you that have no idea. Ugh, sometimes I miss Charleston so bad I could bark. ...