Shakira, Justin, and Shirley

I never really knew that she could dance like this
It's so easy
She make a man want to speak Spanish
to fall in
Como se llama (si),
to fall back
bonita (si),
mi casa,
su casa

Apparently I'm screwed in the event of a zombie attack, because my colleagues have not admitted me into their brigade. Realistically, we're all okay with this, because we will most likely be separated by the East River when all hell breaks loose, so I should be prepared to fend for myself. This is why I am hitting the gym.

Let the (zombie) bodies hit the floor.

Justin Timberlake, you've done it again. Master the pop.

Life Shirley is good = wine + fire + roy rogers + JBR & tabloids + memory.


Project Runway Will Bring Us Together

Nicknames I Have at Work
1. B Dog
2. B Mac
3. BBMak
4. Brian Bad Manners. This rhymes with my name if you're a crazy Brit.
5. Brian McMadness

So, back when I saw Ralph Fiennes in "Faith Healer," I came away empty-handed. That is, he did not stare up into the balcony, fall in love with me, switch orientations, and meet me outside the stage door. You win some, you lose some. BUT, now, when we next meet, I at least have my pickup line ready: "You like Project Runway?I like Project Runway!!"

He's a favorite for discussion.

From: Co
Sent: Monday, August 14, 2006 11:05 AM
To: Brian
Subject: RE: Labor Day

When I first read that, I thought it said hot tub instead of bathtub, which confused me since I didn't think hot tubs were around in the WWII era. But now it makes sense. And makes me feel sad.

(But to clear things up, I think you'd be most happy because you're in a bathtub with Ralph, but least happy because he's straight.)

-----Original Message-----
From: Brian
Sent: Monday, August 14, 2006 10:02 AM
To: Co
Subject: RE: Labor Day

In the English Patient there is a scene where Ralph asks Kristin Scott Thomas, "When were you most happy?" And she says, "Now." Then he asks, "When were you least happy?" "Now." I appreciate this sentiment more and more. Then again, if I were in a bathtub with Ralph I don't know what there would be to complain about.


Paste Special

I just made a file titled "stalkerish." Because I copied and pasted things that you wrote in 1997 into notepad, and didn't know what else to call it.

And I would have like to have known you, but I was just a kid. No, the Elton John song really in my head this week is "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters" because Almost Famous was on.

Now that's entertainment. I heard a delightful rumor that Oxygen On Demand has karaoke. I don't think Oxygen On Demand is included in my TV service, but this should be investigated, much like my state of preparedness for a zombie attack.

I resent my parents when they remind me that they're mortal: choking on bread at the dinner table, going in for surgeries, falling on their ass out of a broken deck chair...

The weather report for Sunday: "ANOTHER STUNNER!"