tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22302612011-04-21T22:41:05.838-05:00When you were a kid that made you look sexy. Now it just makes you look drunkall neuroses, all the timebrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comBlogger2521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1108750708951661452005-02-18T12:17:00.000-06:002005-03-02T10:36:45.523-06:00yo, yo, mofos.i'm back.brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1063150591113741422003-09-09T18:36:00.000-05:002003-09-09T18:36:31.110-05:00not dead!
hey homos, i just finished designing hedwig and it was a big success, links to reviews coming soon (although not one mention of my ovation-inducing costumes, the fuckers), etc. etc.
i'm busy rehearsing for the show i'm acting in, in drag. that's now pretty much full time. the rehearsing, not the drag.
more later
xoxobrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1061592045543394512003-08-22T17:40:00.000-05:002003-08-22T17:40:45.470-05:00hey hey hey.
i'm back in dallas, and i'm busy busy. the show i'm designing goes up in two weeks, and it's a doozy. and we just started rehearsals for the charles ludlam piece that i am acting in... and i'm wearing heels! yep, big goofy hairy me in drag. yikes.
willy, however, saw me in the heels for the first time today and told me to take them off, as he "was strangely turned on by them." a brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1060533796832161742003-08-10T11:43:00.000-05:002003-08-10T11:50:10.833-05:00sayonara sugarpie
and so i'm done here in the mountain state for the most part.
due to a scheduling error (detailed in the now deleted rant below) i am stuck here in w.v. for two more days... but soon enough i'll be on that train to chicago, and then home.
i once had a boyfriend in chicago, i mean, i had a boyfriend who i lost track of that moved to chicago. i wonder where he is? it would be brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1060219744555420502003-08-06T20:29:00.000-05:002003-08-08T08:23:39.050-05:00viva le rant
::removed, once i got it off my chest::
home soon,
pjbrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1059785088267971872003-08-01T19:44:00.000-05:002003-08-06T20:02:12.073-05:00an update
still here, still queer, get used to it. feeling a little early-1990's, i guess. full of hope and promise, piss and vinegar. to quote ed anger, the weekly world news columnist, i'm pig-biting mad.
not at anyone, really. at myself, mostly. but nothing to dwell on, just to learn from. let's just say changes have been made.
i'm on cold medication, i don't make sense.
i leave west brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1058762106655187322003-07-20T23:35:00.000-05:002003-07-20T23:35:06.720-05:00try to tear me down
i just received an email from the founders of the theater collective i belong to, and guess what? it's going to be a p.r.-filled couple of months. we will have stories about us and our endeavors (hey! that's the name of the ensemble!) in upcoming issues of "texas monthly" and "d" magazine, two reputable texas mags; coverage on local t.v., and stories in the local weekly brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1058406069341341222003-07-16T20:41:00.000-05:002003-07-16T20:41:09.423-05:00well.
nothing much to post, really; i'm checking in to say howdy do.
here at the hillbilly summer stock we close one show and open another, close and open, close and open, like a hooker on a sweaty night. speaking of which: the weather here up in the mountains of west virginia is cool and breezy and it rains two or three times a week... nothing like back home in hot in hades texas. i can only brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1057882092409415812003-07-10T19:08:00.000-05:002003-07-10T19:08:12.460-05:00west virginia, mountain mama
as some of you may recall i spent my summer in lovely and tooth-challenged west virginia last year... well, i'm back here again. managing a costume shop for the summer, and working my ass off. oh wait, i had no ass to begin with. okay, working my man-tits off. as cathy would say, "ack."
nothing much to report, you know the drill: theater people are drama queens (brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1056343137477688212003-06-22T23:38:00.000-05:002003-06-22T23:40:16.220-05:00scratch and sniff
lately i'm getting a fair amount of traffic from a somewhat tacky website about armpits.
now, i don't have an armpit stink thing, haven't mentioned a fetish for one, and, truth be told, prefer my men to be soaped up and cleaned off before i go licking on them. i know there are lots of guys out there that prefer a salty stinky skanky man smell, but i can't stand it. ugh, brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1055977233669801562003-06-18T18:00:00.000-05:002003-06-18T18:00:33.323-05:00I SAID EXCLUSIVE BRUCEHOAX MUSIC ON THE LEFT.brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1055903580723401582003-06-17T21:33:00.000-05:002003-06-17T21:33:00.500-05:00exclusive brucehoax music to the left!brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1055884629540896762003-06-17T16:17:00.000-05:002003-06-17T16:17:09.583-05:00more
okay. where was i?
oh yeah: the show ended, i opened a show that i designed in may which i took because it was the chance to work with a nationally known director. the experience was challenging, as i didn't end up designing much of anything, just putting out there what he wanted. sometimes the best design is just keeping your trap shut and furthering your career.
i took in work here andbrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1055807990402853082003-06-16T18:59:00.000-05:002003-06-16T18:59:50.303-05:00oh. my. garsh.
one day turned to two, two turned to 6, 6 turned to 18. one month flew by. two. three. four.
AND MY LINK WAS REMOVED FROM DOZENS OF BLOGS.
i can't blame you all, actually. i'd do it too, and have. where to begin, where to begin...
um, in february i packed everything up and moved to dallas. the ride in the u-haul was harrowing. when we got here 4 hours later it was night time brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-1055513478595657662003-06-13T09:11:00.000-05:002003-06-13T09:11:18.503-05:00hello?
where am i? who are you? i had the most interesting dream...
let me tell you all about it.brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-892436362003-02-17T09:48:00.000-06:002003-02-17T09:48:50.323-06:00so in 6 days i move to dallas, and i'm freaking a bit about it; i have a show opening wednsday (that is truly a horrible albatross around my neck- it has sucked the life out of me), and a show with a first dress rehearsal on friday night (which is nowhere, and i mean nowhere near ready), and a house full of unpacked stuff that i am tempted to unceremoniously take to the dumpster, as it would savebrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-887742442003-02-08T17:40:00.000-06:002003-02-17T09:44:21.000-06:00"i got a code in my doze, oh, i got a code in my doze. achoo!" (for bill)
i have laryngitis!
which makes it hard to:
a) talk
b) sing in the shower
c) suck dick
all of which i enjoy.
ah well.
my coworkers didn't know what to do with me today. i mean, how do you cope when the class clown is silenced?!!
brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-887434642003-02-07T23:15:00.000-06:002003-02-07T23:18:50.000-06:00a stone inside my shoe
and so i'm back. oh sure, all two or three of you who have hung in there are saying: "yes, but for how long?", and all i can say is who knows?
all the same, i'm back.
since last we spoke i finished up the christmas show i did, and got some great reviews also, and then i went up to dallas for new years and scoped out neighborhoods to live in, and dressed up as a fairly brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-864894862002-12-24T13:45:00.000-06:002002-12-24T13:45:18.420-06:00HAPPY HOLIDAYS MOTHERFUCKERS!
xoxox
pjbrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-854651682002-12-03T22:46:00.000-06:002002-12-03T22:46:52.530-06:00so much to tell, and yet...
for months i have wrestled with this blog, trying to make sense of it, trying to make it interesting, trying to find it something i want to keep up. i have failed.
at one time it was all i wanted to do, actually interfering with work and school deadlines... as a matter of fact, i blame this blog and my need to read a gazillion blogs for much of the school time issuesbrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-834069912002-10-23T09:54:00.000-05:002002-10-23T09:54:33.266-05:00a day off, sort of
oh my god. a day off. my first in 8 days.
i agreed to work so much to help out my manager, who is in a bind as another rat jumped the ship and we are even lower on workers now, but oh my god i reget it now. that fucking place has become my life. it's all i do. put things back where they are supposed to go. put out new stock. smile through my dislike of my customers. anyway. brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-832392392002-10-19T23:57:00.000-05:002002-10-20T00:02:37.000-05:00zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
as some of you may remember, i was desperate for a job and applied hither and thither and suddenly found myself with too much on my plate, and bitching about the fabric store job. well, i'm not bitching anymore. it's kind of fun. i'm the only guy there. the girls flirt and giggle around me, dropping hints and asking funny questions like "so, do you have a roommate?" or "are you brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-830681012002-10-16T11:29:00.000-05:002002-10-16T11:29:49.126-05:00estrogen alert!
for the first time ever, there is a girl, and i mean a real girl, in my linkylove! i stumbled on julie's blog via salon, which was via brainsluice (also a new link, and finally added although i've been meaning to for months), and i must say that i love her writing about food. she appears to be trying all the julia childs french classics she can get her hands on, and she describesbrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-830453962002-10-15T22:20:00.000-05:002002-10-15T22:20:18.053-05:00picks and pans
well, jim, i have to side with the new york post guy: sopranos this season has not been too great, in my opinion. i mean, DO SOMETHING, anybody. the columbus episode was really weak, and while i liked the race horse one fine, and liked the building dread concerning christopher's girlfriend, i have yet to get wound up and edge of my seat about anything yet. i was close last week, brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-828234272002-10-10T22:18:00.000-05:002002-10-10T22:23:20.000-05:00miss e., and yet another madonna rant
i must say, i LOVE that new missy elliot song, "work it." and i just saw the video tonight on mtv, and i like it even more. i just really like her, like as a person. and i don't know her at all. i don't know anything about her, other than the fact that she's so frickin talented- well, good on her. good luck with the new album missy- i'm sure it'll be huge. brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-827095652002-10-08T17:25:00.000-05:002002-10-08T17:25:27.146-05:00yeah baby!
willy would love this one.
it was what i looked like, about 5 years ago! how things change...brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-827065152002-10-08T16:12:00.000-05:002002-10-08T16:14:14.000-05:00"i am made of snot" goes to the movies
somehow or other i have managed to get sick. which sucks hard, you know? i'm on top of this though, and it's not been too bad, despite the throwing up yesterday and the sinus headache all night while i tried to sleep. i get so cold, too- and so the house is at a balmy 80 degrees. if you know me at all, you know i hate being warm. but alas, warm it is. it brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-826369222002-10-07T09:14:00.000-05:002002-10-07T09:20:40.000-05:00retail hell
and so i started my new job, job number three let's call it. jobs number one and two are the one for the high school and one constructing giant puppets that require two or three operators for a children's show. job number four i just got hired for, and it is stitching at that despot-run award winning theater in south austin. which leaves job number three.
job number three is at a brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-824717792002-10-03T11:12:00.000-05:002002-10-07T09:16:35.000-05:00school daze
today is my first meeting at the ritzy high school with the director and cast of "the shadowbox," a depressing show written in the 70's about a bunch of people who are dying and spending their last days in cozy cabins in the woods. i used to see this done at u.i.l. competitions back in the 80's all the time, i guess it's slowly making it's way back into popularity. what's next? "brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-823806222002-10-01T15:29:00.000-05:002002-10-07T09:17:56.000-05:00the return of poody, and a quickie manifesto
so i just put my husband on a plane to europe. alas, i couldn't go, i didn't save any money from this summer (it was near impossible to, actually). he had a sabbatical from work that had to be used by december 31, i think. and so he goes. he's never been before, and this trip is a doozy: london, amsterdam, munich, paris, florence, rome. 4 weeks. i brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-814589692002-09-11T10:13:00.000-05:002002-09-11T10:13:40.316-05:00cried yet?
my god.
what a year.brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-813828182002-09-09T20:35:00.000-05:002002-09-09T20:35:09.090-05:00OH MY GOD. I'M HOME. IN AUSTIN.
and so the end of my 4 month trek is over...
i'm worn out. i'm tired. more later.
xoxoxo
back soonbrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-810992302002-09-03T13:05:00.000-05:002002-09-03T13:06:28.000-05:00a quick note to let you know:
i'm still not home. i'm in dallas, helping my mother get her new house in order and painted. i also want to be sure she is situated and not too lonely, and so i'm smothering a bit, maybe. maybe not. at any rate, i'm here and not home in austin.
today is the first day i've been able to check my email, and read blogs, and catch up in a long long time (weeks). brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-805024952002-08-20T21:11:00.000-05:002002-08-20T21:11:13.873-05:00well, it's no secret that i hate to fly. and so, on the eve of my flight home, i shall tell you all now that just in case something horrific happens i loved you all in my own self-absorbed way. i hate to be so neurotic about this, but humor me. i just hate to fly.
i'm typing this from the victorian splendor of chez leather egg in lovely lowell, mass. ron and marlin have been gracious and giving brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-800514732002-08-09T21:20:00.000-05:002002-08-09T21:20:47.510-05:00funny how badly i want to leave here, and yet how sad it is. yesterday at a get together i was hit by a wave of longing; i sat there on that cabin porch and felt the cool breeze blow in from the mountains, heard the laughing and talking of the company members playing uno and swaying in the hammocks, smelled the hotdogs cooking on the grill, and all of this while i enjoyed some boozy frozen brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-799817592002-08-08T09:11:00.000-05:002002-08-08T09:11:47.400-05:00well, i'm almost outta here!
i leave monday for nyc, and i'll stay there through saturday: hey bloggers, let's go out drinking!
or perhaps you would like to meet me at MoMA or something. i'll be all artsy fartsy this trip, as i don't care about the empire state building etc. etc. etc. because i've done all that already. sadly, the one thing i never did is go to the top of the wtc. i thought ofbrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-797159652002-08-01T21:51:00.000-05:002002-08-01T21:51:24.326-05:00so of course "goldmember" is stupid, and it's probably the stupidest of the three austin powers movies... but there are still some funny bits, and yes, you've heard right: the opening 10 mintues are the best of all.
all in all, a loose (and i mean loose) bunch of improv bits strung together into some vague semblance of story and plot. um, i guess.
and goldmember, as a villain, was just plain brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-796552682002-07-31T15:12:00.000-05:002002-07-31T15:12:44.120-05:00i have the day off, and so i took the little transport thingy into town and i am now thinking about going to the movies. but what to see? "goldmember" has had horrible reviews, and "perdition" seems too hardcore for me today. "minority report" would be nice, i guess. and i don't care about "mib2" after all, surprisingly. maybe i won't do a damn thing but walk over to the dairy queen and have a brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-794966762002-07-27T22:32:00.000-05:002002-07-27T22:35:27.000-05:00so this is what i'm going to do, i think:
i'm going to call my credit card company and tell them, no, beg them, to up my limit so that i don't have to pinch pennies like a freak when i bust out of here for my trip up north to see certain area bloggers, among others, (and maybe him if he comes down to beantown).
then i'm going to rent a car and drive to boston the day after i get out of here.
brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-793236982002-07-23T19:18:00.000-05:002002-07-23T19:18:17.670-05:00let's say that last week's foray into self pity didn't happen. let's pick up, however briefly, where we left off.
since last we spoke, "footloose" has come and gone, and i stand by my assessment of the show itself: it sucks. feel free to argue, i'm right. you know i am.
"chicago" opened, and that was a ball-buster, as i co-designed the costumes and it was a real challenge. i've never designed brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-790535122002-07-17T01:09:00.000-05:002002-07-17T01:09:48.396-05:00Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you, Julia.
whenever i am feeling a little homesick, or out-of-sorts, or blue, i almost always hear the beatles playing in my head, providing a bittersweet soundtrack to my sadness or longing.
Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
So I sing a song of love, brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-784828642002-07-02T18:09:00.000-05:002002-07-17T01:17:19.000-05:00oh my god, i've been such a horrible parent, and my poor little brucehoax has been abandoned like a dickensian orphan child...
well, i'm back, albeit briefly.
smoky joe's, which closed on sunday, was a great big wonderful and horrible experience: freaky actresses, self-important actors, bruised egos, you know, the usual. but it's over. there were moments of real comedy, though: the dressers brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-780689132002-06-22T12:52:00.000-05:002002-06-22T12:52:47.350-05:00well, i have a few minutes and so i'm checking in to say howdy.
so the first is up and running, and it is gosh-darned cute, and we are putting the finishing touches on the next show, "smoky joe's cafe."
now. lots of singing, lots of dancing, but it takes place over the 50's and 60's, and like i said earlier this is an easy period to do- hell, there are plenty of patterns one can find that are brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-779084352002-06-18T17:41:00.000-05:002002-06-18T17:41:15.600-05:00tonight is the opening night of show #1, "forever plaid."
here is the official page of the show (from the new york cast, i guess), and it all sounds gee-whizzingly quaint and charming. i haven't seen any of it yet, as i don't like going to dress rehearsals unless i absolutely have to or i am designing the show and am expected to. when i acted i always wished people wouldn't come to our last brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-778128152002-06-16T12:38:00.000-05:002002-07-03T20:59:37.000-05:00west virginia mountain mama
well.
when last we spoke i was preparing to go to sleep, as the girls with the car were going to be at the apartment at 5 in the morning, and we would make our merry way on to (of all the roundabout places) tulsa.
so.
they show up to get me in a teeny tiny little kia sportage, and as they are girls, they have packed their entire houses in to body-bag-sized duffel brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-772427442002-06-02T00:49:00.000-05:002002-06-02T00:49:23.123-05:00so the bags are packed.
it's late, i'm tired, and i have to goodbye-screw my boyfriend.
i want to go to bed, as the girls will be here to get me at 5 a.m.
i'm just moved in, and now i'm leaving for 3 months.
i'm tired.
::yawn::
i'll keep you all updated as to where i am over the next week when i can get access... but i'll be on the road until next saturday- i think tulsa oklahoma is stop brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-771294322002-05-29T23:07:00.000-05:002002-05-29T23:07:30.733-05:00ah, j.go... how do i love thee? let me count the ways...
::sigh::
(stares dreamily at the computer screen, wishing i was in maine...)brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-771018122002-05-29T09:47:00.000-05:002002-05-29T09:47:25.593-05:00THANK YOU SUGARDADDY!
now:
WHO ARE YOU? WHO DO I SEND MY X'S AND O'S TO?brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-769691752002-05-25T16:33:00.000-05:002002-05-25T16:33:27.586-05:00since last we spoke:
i've packed my house, and have started bringing boxes over to will's apartment.
i've made willy get rid of stuff.
i had a little pre-garage-sale viewing for friends and made $200.00.
i drove 5 hours to my mother's house and swapped my new bed set for her tulip table and windsor chairs (the air-con in the truck died during this trip. it was 90+ degrees. i was a tad... er..brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-766428062002-05-16T22:04:00.000-05:002002-05-16T22:19:54.000-05:00hang on now, meet my heart
well, i certainly apologize for the lack of updates this last week, but after the veritable link-fest of last thursday's post i had to take a little breaky-poo; suddenly a week had gone by... and besides, i'm busy busy busy, getting my place in order for the garage sale of the century on saturday. which i'm not looking forward to, actually. hmm.
one of the ways in brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-763741482002-05-09T18:43:00.000-05:002002-05-09T20:46:26.000-05:00'til i'm out of breath, i love you to death
well.
yesterday was the final for the class i am t.a.-ing, and it went well. i kept them all on a schedule so that everyone got to present with the same amount of time, and everybody had to stay for everybody else's presentation. this is different from the midterm, as people left when they felt like it, making the last few students present to an emptybrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-762192802002-05-06T09:00:00.000-05:002002-05-06T09:29:25.000-05:00so.
this weekend was all about moving and cleaning out and getting rid of; i'm finally moving in with the ball and chain.
in the early days of our relationship he was fairly furniture-deprived, and so i encouraged him to buy some things here and there and develop a sense of personal style. he tentatively bought a few pieces, a few more, a few more, etc. etc. etc. now, jump to the present, and brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-760669302002-05-01T23:13:00.000-05:002002-05-01T23:13:06.110-05:00BRUCEHOAX SUMMER ROAD TRIP 2002 ITINERARY:
may 31: go to dallas and see pet shop boys live on the 1st
june 2: travel to oklahoma to see some relative of one of the girls i'm travelling with, and then make memphis by that evening.
june 3: go to graceland! and then haul ass to atlanta, georgia!
june 4-6: hang out in atlanta with the father of the other girl i'm travelling with.
june 7: drive brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-759651002002-04-29T10:48:00.000-05:002002-04-29T10:50:03.000-05:00well, i was in dallas doing the mid-run check-up on "coriolanus," and it's looking great (this review not withstanding, and yep, i'm mentioned by name; not too flatteringly, i might add, but there is previous bad blood here between this group of actors and this reviewer. it's a pretty funny story, but alarming... she has it in for this particular company, and really she didn't get the play or thebrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-757950752002-04-24T22:36:00.000-05:002002-04-24T22:39:02.000-05:00so tonight i'm walking that endless boring fucking track and i'm going around and around and around the same fucking field and i'm listening to the rhythmic pounding of the "das testament des mabuse" mix by propaganda that i burned last weekend and all these other joggers and walkers are walking around me and at one weird moment during the "sell him your soul! sell him your soul!" chant in the brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-756875752002-04-22T10:07:00.000-05:002002-05-04T23:32:00.000-05:00lately this blog is all about music. cd track lists abound, and i'm talking about some group or another.
but music was my life when i was a kid, and a teenager, and while my impulsive music buying has cooled as i get older (mostly due to the cost of new cds, or the lack of any actual spending money) i still like to discover new bands and new music and feel 14 or 15 again. bopping along to brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-755982142002-04-19T16:07:00.000-05:002002-04-19T16:08:26.000-05:00woe to you, o earth and sea; for the devil sends the beast with wrath
i'm making a junior high era heavy metal cdr, and here are some of the songs i'm milling through:
ac/dc: back in black, for those about to rock
accept: balls to the wall
black sabbath: mob rules
blue oyster cult: burnin' for you, fire of unknown origin
def leppard: fooling, photograph, rock of ages
iron maiden: run to the brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-755525582002-04-18T12:41:00.000-05:002002-04-18T12:42:29.000-05:00so.
tasteful new colors!
but it's just ruined by that horribly garish ad banner above, isn't it?
i'm finally going to have to break down and get rid of it.
unless one of my kind and generous readers does it first, anonymously...
brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-755465132002-04-18T09:29:00.000-05:002002-04-18T10:03:27.000-05:00to sir, with love
recently, because of various personal tragedies (death in the family, health emergencies, sick relatives) the professor that i am a teacher's assistant for has had to take a lot of breaks from teaching and has frequently let me teach the class in her place... and lately it's not just passing out papers and grading tests, but actually teaching. yesterday i led an hour long brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-754463282002-04-15T21:00:00.000-05:002002-04-15T21:01:09.000-05:00my "burn baby" cup runneth over!
thanks to max for his excellent "sun" themed disc, i've meant to post how much i like it, but have been too distracted- so many great songs! and i have never heard marc et claude's version of "i need your loving" and it's faboo... my husband loves this cd, it's right up his alley, and he was so happy to hear berri's "sunshine after the rain"... thanks! mine is onbrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-754210492002-04-15T08:02:00.000-05:002002-04-15T08:02:57.943-05:00welcome to the real world, pj.
this morning i'm grading papers.
i actually have to go to the store real quick to buy a red pen, i don't have one.
i've become my worst nightmare.
he he he ;-)brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-754117052002-04-14T23:21:00.000-05:002002-04-14T23:21:24.383-05:00well, here's my burn baby burn track list... it's late sunday, i can't keep it a top secret anymore. what's the theme here?
bruce baby, burn:
summer's cauldron/grass - xtc
summer samba - ramsey lewis
hot hot summer - sugarhill gang
my sweet summer suite - barry white
summer of love (summer party mix) - b-52's
celebrate summer - t.rex
summertime blues - blue cheer
summer in the city - tim curry
brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-753290312002-04-12T11:15:00.000-05:002002-04-15T08:01:28.000-05:00i am very fond of the "makes no sense" mix tape. or cd. i like to throw a whole bunch of stuff on a cd, so that it not only amazes but perplexes. that being said, right now, i'm compiling songs for a mix cdr to exercise to, songs that are all-time favorites that i know from my youth, or remember from the radio, or just adore but don't want the whole album. so far:
the guess who "undone"
rolling brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-752705642002-04-10T21:49:00.000-05:002002-04-10T21:54:45.000-05:00ATTENTION DEVO GEEKS!
i did this megamix in what little free time i had recently. it is called a "bruisermix," as that is what i call these things when i do them every now and then.
there are 14 or 15 devo songs here, can you name 'em all?
(this is *the* download burning up the bandwidth at devodork newsgroups and talk sites, i'm briefly famous for my devo geekiness).
p.s. i am a proud brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-752481422002-04-10T10:38:00.000-05:002002-04-10T10:38:08.126-05:00okay, so it's wednesday.
and how are you all?
i've got so much to say that i can't post it all. but to sum up: the show is a success, my design is mentioned in the dallas morning news (though not my name- damn!), i bought a used '95 isuzu truck, i took off about 5 pounds (more to come: it's actually happening, finally. i'm worth cuteness again. ugh, talk to my shrink), i'm taking that job in brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-750937812002-04-05T20:09:00.000-06:002002-04-05T20:15:01.000-06:00I'M NOT DEAD.
but thanks for wondering.
i'm in dallas, putting the finishing touches on "coriolanus," and wishing i could get back home to austin. i've had no internet, no money, and no time for anybody, including my husband and doggy. i know, i know, i suck. i've not even been near a computer for the last week and a half... so bear with me, i'll be back by monday. i promise. i have lots to brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-109397032002-03-20T13:14:00.000-06:002002-03-20T13:15:29.000-06:00well, of course i'm doing burn, baby burn, i signed up on monday.
haven't you?brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-109057852002-03-19T14:10:00.000-06:002002-03-19T14:10:53.153-06:00HELLO! HELLO!
as some of you may know, i was in dallas for a week and a half, working working working, and getting over a cold, and doing a little hobknobbing and socializing too.
well. now i'm back. i've been back since sunday, but haven't had a chance to blog at all. and i didn't blog in dallas because my friend's modem or something was acting funny- and let me tell you, i felt like a junkie brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-105934802002-03-10T14:50:00.000-06:002002-03-10T14:50:56.430-06:00well, i'm in dallas this whole week, working on that show i have talked about, and today just happens to be...
MY BIRTHDAY!
it's funny, but i'm surprisingly glad to be another year older. i don't know why. oh sure, i still obsess about wrinkles and stretch my face taut in the mirror like a washed up movie starlet... and the ever present aches and pains are always a reminder that i can't carousebrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-105099652002-03-07T18:40:00.000-06:002002-03-07T18:40:55.000-06:00POP CULTURE GONE POST-MODERN INSANE!
i don't know what it means, but i love it!
(birthday countdown: 3 days. oh, my achin' joints. oh my prostate gland. eh? what's that, sonny? oh, my ticker!)brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-103743642002-03-04T13:30:00.000-06:002002-03-04T13:30:57.686-06:00well, the birthday countdown has begun.
6 days! 6 days until i'm 33!
i mean, until i'm 28.
aw, crap.
p.s.
HUNNY I KNOW YOU SECRETLY READ THIS WEBLOG AND I'VE TAKEN THE LIBERTY TO FILL UP MY WISH LIST AT THE LEFT. THIS WAY I DON'T HAVE TO ASK FOR ANYTHING AND YOU SEEM LIKE A GOOD AND ATTENTIVE LISTENER, OR A LOVE-STRUCK PSYCHIC. EITHER WAY. TAKE THE HINT.
hmm. subtle.brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-103536122002-03-03T22:48:00.000-06:002002-03-04T00:02:58.000-06:00what a great day:
up late after a night out on the town, a great breakfast at our new favorite sunday spot (waterloo ice house, burnet rd.), the final show of the project i just asst. designed, seeing friends, i made a quick and good dinner of artichoke hearts, olives, and mushrooms sauteed in white wine and tossed with basil pesto and spaghettini, then "six feet under" premiered and was brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-103015242002-03-02T10:36:00.000-06:002002-03-03T22:42:36.000-06:00oh, and i freed up 3 gigs of hard drive yesterday by weeding through the gazillions of mp3s and burning a handful of cdrs... for the completist:
eurythmics b-sides
le sinistre/heartbeat heartbeat/home is where the heart is/step on the beast/invisible hands/dr. trash/monkey monkey/let's just close our eyes/i could give you a mirror(alt)/baby's gone blue/you take some lentils and you take some brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-103012002002-03-02T10:20:00.000-06:002002-03-03T17:18:07.000-06:00everybody's favorite devo-loving weight-lifting intellectual painter/academic is sounding more and more beat poet these days, and i love it. like some sort of health-junkie burroughs, or a mid-western ferlinghetti, jimbo strings together phrases like:
"Anti-Freeze is to blue curacao as sugar is to polydextrose. Black ice everywhere, the interbelt littered with yesterday's CARcass"
or:
"brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-102879722002-03-01T21:30:00.000-06:002002-03-01T21:32:21.000-06:00i've been out and about all day, so i'll post something tomorrow- but just so you can see that i wasn't being an unprovoked bitchy queen, here is a link to the outfit that natalie maines had on at the grammies.
the prosecution rests, your honor.brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-102331142002-02-28T13:03:00.000-06:002002-02-28T17:29:33.000-06:00choire has snootily pointed out that this is old news, but i am ignoring him and posting it anyway.
fischerspooner have contributed a beautiful interactive piece to amnesty international's "shine" project, and you can find it here.
i love their design, the concept, the colors, and oh! a new song i think!brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-102119932002-02-27T22:47:00.000-06:002002-02-27T22:47:54.236-06:00grammy wrap-up, the brucehoax way.
(start down at the bottom of today and read up)brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-102117222002-02-27T22:39:00.000-06:002002-02-27T23:01:14.000-06:0010:39, cranky bad karma
well, the "all star finale" turned out to be pretty light on actual "stars," but did prominently feature a bonafide legend whom i adore, the right reverend al green! oh, and a bunch of gospel people like michael white and those faggot-hating winan sisters. i think they were there. i wasn't paying attention, as once the gospel choir was trotted out i lost interest. i brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-102112252002-02-27T22:25:00.000-06:002002-02-27T23:00:19.000-06:0010:25, the "old mans of rock!"
hey! that india.aire is pretty hot stuff! i like that song, and i'm always happy to see some life-affirming jah/zen/hookah-pipe reggae-lite noodling get the recognition it deserves. i mean, we need a new arrested development! or de la soul! or ziggy marley and the melody makers! i'll stop now.
so, u2 won a gazillion awards... and i quote my husband, who in his ownbrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-102100372002-02-27T21:52:00.000-06:002002-02-27T22:55:40.000-06:009:52, A RANT.
oh. my. god.
i think i'm going to break down and buy that last mary j. blige cd. her performance was revelatory. i mean, shit. i was speechless.
oh and this:
fuck you, you fucking mealy-mouthed white-bread elitist grammy-corporation-figurehead for your finger-wagging scolding of online music file trading and downloading. it is no wonder people think the grammies are so fucking brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-102080612002-02-27T21:01:00.000-06:002002-02-27T22:54:49.000-06:009:01, miscellaneous bits, and i'm horny
gwen stefani won a grammy for her duet with eve? excellent.
and "they might be giants" one for that irritating theme song from malcolm in the middle? good for them.
and "the producers" won for best cast album? fab.
er... that's it. that's all i got.
oh, i know:
kid rock is sooo whitetrasheriffic i'd prolly let him mount me, and that's no easy task. butbrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-102077012002-02-27T20:52:00.000-06:002002-02-27T22:53:50.000-06:008:52, zzzzzzzzzzzz
hey! yawn-inducing-dave-matthews! OPEN YOUR FRICKING MOUTH WHEN YOU SING! and just commit to shaving your head. that hairline is not going to magically get any lower. i mean, peter gabriel did it, and look at him. oh, bad example. he looks like dr. evil in austin powers now.
i love you alicia keys! really i do! and yer outfit is faboo!brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-102071642002-02-27T20:37:00.000-06:002002-02-27T22:53:08.000-06:008:37, i missed beyonce! and pink!
i've decided to post hither and thither about what i see on the grammies tonight- i missed the first act, which i hear was destiny's child, because i was talking to that damn johnnyagogo on aim. damn him! just kidding, of course. he indulged my crazy sugar high that left me a babbling and spouting idiot. he thought it was funny though, and that's all i can hope brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-101732152002-02-26T23:42:00.000-06:002002-02-26T23:42:18.326-06:00did you miss me?
well, i hope so. because i missed you. and you. and especially you.
let's see.
when last we spoke, or when last you read, i mean, i told you all of a job that was taking up all my time. and truly it was: weekends, weekdays, and then on to week nights, etc. etc. this was three weeks. i finally put my foot down, and started leaving at 7 or 8, but then i'd come home to work on brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-99529402002-02-21T00:06:00.000-06:002002-02-21T09:18:45.000-06:00if you are not watching "queer duck" you should be.
besides having some truly funny animated episodes, it's also a clever site with lots of clicky things to keep you entertained... i used to watch this on icecube back when it was still up, and episodes were promised but never aired. and then a year later, showtime picks queer duck up... and becomes the most gay network on television, what with brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-98321142002-02-17T20:21:00.000-06:002002-02-17T20:21:15.423-06:00i guess somebody should really have given him that bloggie.brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-97013632002-02-13T19:12:00.000-06:002002-02-13T22:39:33.000-06:005,000 HITS!
and it was someone from jonno.com, too. i'd like to think it was actually jonno himself, wistful and pouty that i couldn't be there to share a bloody mary with him yesterday morning... and obsessively checking brucehoax to see if i have indeed mentioned him yet again in a post... well, there, i just did.
thanks all of you guys for stopping by and getting to know me, i think you all brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-96480492002-02-12T11:37:00.000-06:002002-02-13T10:07:48.000-06:00what a strange bunch of nominees for this year's academy awards. now, i haven't seen all of the films, and i'm just rolling my eyes here, but ethan hawke? maybe i have such an aversion to him because of multiple gossipy stories about how much he stinks. he's all about the au natural, and has literally brought tears of pain and horror to the eyes of someone i know who ran into him downtown a whilebrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-95803152002-02-10T13:22:00.000-06:002002-02-12T00:10:11.000-06:00just this morning i put my man on a plane to go to mardi gras. without me.
when i signed on to these two projects i'm designing, i let everyone know that i would not be in town from the 10th of february through the 16th. don't bother calling or coming by, i'll be in new orleans. bye bye. well. i'm still here, as shirley maclaine sings in "postcards from the edge." but i'm not in a sequinned brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-95392822002-02-08T22:44:00.000-06:002002-02-08T22:45:35.000-06:00i'm home. the production meeting went great. they loved my work. i will post some of it when i figure all of that code out. in the meantime, a scarily accurate online zen-style quiz nicked from jonno:
Life for some time now has been somewhat depressing ... and you feel "under the weather". You are looking for a means by which you can escape from all the pressures of everyday life. But you must brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-94796092002-02-07T10:00:00.000-06:002002-02-07T10:04:53.000-06:00well. here i am in dallas, texas, where it is cold and there is snow from a few days ago melting around the pool here at my best friend's house. i am here because i will be attending a production meeting for that show i'm designing at that ritzy avant garde theater downtown, and i will be staying here through friday. i am alternately manic and excited, and then pensive and terrified.
excited:
brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-93651392002-02-04T10:48:00.000-06:002002-02-04T11:12:02.000-06:00thanks, monsieur proust!
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
three years ago
Where would you like to live?
london
What is your idea of earthly happiness?
money in the bank and art on the walls
To what faults do you feel most indulgent?
over-indulgence, procrastination
Who are your favorite characters in history?brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-93522052002-02-03T23:57:00.000-06:002002-02-05T10:23:48.000-06:00oh, if i only had a scanner
have you seen the new picture of liza minnelli in last week's enquirer?
why would i have an issue of that trashy rag, you ask? well, m.y.o.b. as dear abby would say.
well. apparently she is marrying (what i imagine is) gay man number 4. or 5. 5? no, i think 4. anyway. he was behind her recent appearances on that gawd-awful michael jackson tribute i lampooned a few brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-93198582002-02-02T22:21:00.000-06:002002-02-02T23:55:16.000-06:00hot off the burner:
pixies:gigantic (cd1)
bone machine/tame/trompe le monde/river euphrates/caribou/the happening/there goes my gun/u-mass/velouria/here comes your man/brick is red/debaser/space(i belive in)/is she weird/where is my mind/this monkey's gone to heaven/bird dream of olympus mons/dig for fire/gouge away/holiday song/alec eiffel/oh my golly!/blown away/motorway to roswell
pixies:brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-92388172002-01-31T12:16:00.000-06:002002-01-31T12:19:34.000-06:00wil wheaton?
wil wheaton?!!
how is his blog the "best" of anything? when has it been the "most humorous" anything? whatever. more standard star-fucking, from the shut-in webgeek crowd.
my personal bloggie awards would have much more...varied. i don't see why he swept anything. i mean, i've been to his site. someone tell me what the big deal is? there are so many more consistently funny and brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-91849992002-01-29T22:50:00.000-06:002002-01-29T22:50:24.353-06:00a diner, this morning, with my mother
she (out of the blue, after the waitress sets down our plates of eggs and biscuits and bacon and walks away in search of fresh coffee):
i know that i made mistakes as a mother. i know that i could have done better. but you have to understand that i didn't know how to parent the way i should have. i didn't have a role model. my mother didn't know how to raisebrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-90457952002-01-25T14:36:00.000-06:002002-01-25T15:25:03.000-06:00disco potential (?)
i hope that the pet shop boys have not committed career suicide: a forthcoming album of ballads played predominately on guitar. yep, neil is no longer dabbling at strumming on the odd song or two. it's every song now. it seems that their recent foray into the exaggerated hysterics of musical theatre has oddly affected them: more introspective, sentimental, and vaguely (GASP!)brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-90151882002-01-24T16:11:00.000-06:002002-01-24T21:00:14.000-06:00wil wheaton?
brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-89352212002-01-22T10:26:00.000-06:002002-01-22T10:27:20.000-06:00"let's break out the booze and have a ball...if that's all...there is..."
peggy lee is dead? well, hell. just last night i had the strangest urge to find some mp3's from her wacky 1975 concept album "mirrors." i bopped along happily with the few i could get off audiogalaxy (the cd is only available as a japanese import, and the vinyl is rough to find- but great, because the front cover is a foilbrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230261.post-89011632002-01-21T10:27:00.000-06:002002-01-21T10:27:01.123-06:00oh, and until i get my shit together, my blogging may be a tad...sporadic. or maybe not. just to let you know.
okay, off to sign a contract. whoopeee! dinner's on me!
maybe.brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858916090339840313noreply@blogger.com