July 29, 2005

Battlestar Galactica bullet wound to the stomach

The best show on television is Battlestar Galactica. Sci-fi fans are not the only ones addicted to the drama and twists and turns of this show and no self-respecting gay man would admit to liking a Friday night show; yet here I am.

The season finale aired on network TV two weeks ago — which you can see here, thanks to SCIFI — and since then I've seen it twice. Per day. It's. That. Good.

Episodes air on Friday night at 10/9 central. Great — now I've got to get TiVo 'cause I ain't staying home on a Friday night.

PS My birthday is on Thursday, August 4. The eight days and eight nights of celebrating me has already begun! I feel like myself again — self-centered and shallow — no more of that nerdy sci-fi crap. Until 10pm tonight of course.

Battlestar Galacticam

Battlestar Galactica

July 28, 2005

"Friendster" of the Rich and Famous: aSmallworld.net

It boasts to contain "the most popular restaurants, hotels, and night clubs in over 60 major cities" including St. Tropez, Sydney, Sao Paulo, Zurich, and Shanghai.

You can only be invited for the most part, but man having access to party, festival, exclusive sporting events, and the worlds most popular, well-connected, and most wealthy has got to be awesome.

Welcome to aSmallWorld.net.

Wired reports that there are 68,000 socialites, princes and barons, on aSmallWorld's database, including Paris Hilton. They all share the same social circles, hang-outs, and resorts. aSmallWorld wants to become the leading "global social networking community."

So where's my invite, bitches?

Buying "Cummings" at Sephora in Scottsdale, Arizona

In June I posted a photo of Alan Cumming's new fragrance, Cumming. I found it for sale on Sephora. But buying Cummings is about the most embarrassing thing I've ever done.

Cumming by Alan Cumming

I walked in with my friend Gavin, just to see if they had it. It was more of a dare, but really, I had to do it. We walked all the way in, and towards the back. I've only been to the entrance of Sephora before, the store is laid out in a long gauntlet of aromatic shelves and the most absurd amount of make-up I've ever seen which is a lot because I know a few drag queens. We probably were not the first guys to walk in because I was attacked by sales women trying to sell me shit I didn't need. Seriously, I don't need Sean Paul Gautier perfume — I really don't.

I scurried into the back shelves, where the thankfully, the men's products were organized. Quickly I realized I was going to have to ask someone for help.


I found a girl who didn't look intimating while Gavin conveniently hid behind some counter and played with cotton balls unbeknown to me.

"Excuse me, do you have Alan Cummings, new fragrance: Cummings?" I asked in my most friendly voice.

"Huh? HEY GIRLS, THIS GUY wants to know if WE HAVE a PERFUME called CUMMINGS?" she shouted across the store. I looked behind me, couldn't see Gavin and realized I was all alone with 10 women staring at me plus all the customers in the area.

I think I muttered a stream of profanities under my breath. I tried to control the situation a bit by saying I saw it online and that they did have it. But really, she just wanted to yell out "THIS GUY WANTS CUMMINGS" across the room. There wasn't anything I could have done to ease my pain.

Gavin reappeared a few moments later with a fuck'n amused smile on his face.

I forgave him soon after, he's a cute bastard. And the Sephora lady and I laughed for a while, too, before she confessed that her favorite part of the job is helping someone find a perfume called "Banged."

Check out the Cumming commercial, but maybe not at work.