OK, the the gay blogging mafia has slowed down it's activities a little: between FB's dogsitting keeping him on minimal blog this week, Jake's work vacation, and Jason's computer crashing almost a week ago (!), cynics might scoff "This will be a light blogging week."

Well, fuck those naysayers. Fuck 'em hard.

Tragic Demise has got a trilogy of trashy fun with Matt's Ricki Lake story. And Pimpin' D's got, among other things, a continuing Vegas saga. (I'm heavy with the link love this week - what can I say?) And yours truly has posted like crazy this week ! So while we all await the return of our friends on sabbatical, never fear: the fort is being held down. And we'll kick even more ass when they return.

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And today is Belinda Carlisle's 47th birthday. As far as we know, she hasn't fallen off of a horse today. Which reminds me: the same year I listened to Roxette too much, I was also listeniing to Belinda's Runaway Horses album. Just had to share one more embarassing factoid....

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Today I found an email from last October. Subject: maybe you need a blog. The rarely discussed fact is this: not only is FB the funnier of of our little Vaudeville act, he's also the reason I'm blogging. And I wasn't any good at it until he jumped on board. So although he's in and out this week, there is never a moment of this blog that doesn't have FB written all over it. Especially the boring stuff. Blame him for that shit.

I've got a hot date with the gym tonight. Tomorrow's post(s) should be more profound. After all I think that tonight I'll be getting more than five hours of sleep - I hear that helps the brain to work properly.

It's Hump Day. So hump someone you love. Or at least someone who you like. Or the nearest table - whatever.
-J.