I was getting so good about posting on a regular basis! But then I dove deep into a client project (which is almost complete) which posed interesting HTML & CSS challenges. Thankfully, the client is really happy with the result—I will be sure to post links and pictures when the site is live.
I also dropped off Twitter – see: dove deep – I haven’t the foggiest clue as to who ate what ten seconds ago. I hope it was delicious.
A friend in NY sent me this e-mail the other day:
Hi Jhames, did you read this? I was like really? Not in the NY Times! The folks at DataLounge where not impressed, either.
Of course I had to click over to DataLounge first, that site is MetaFilter amplified with every gay energy that ever existed. As someone who once worked on Fire Island during his youth, reading the threads on DataLounge is akin to the (world-famous!) Ice Palace in Cherry Grove, where every queen is perched on her bar seat with cocktails and cigarettes. (Note: never turn your back, always exit facing the crowd.) I didn’t want to delve into the 500+ comments without first reading the NYT article, so away I went to read After the Breakup, What About the Lake House?
As soon as I read the caption for the lead photo, my eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. Oh shit, that’s Bradford! We “met” in 2002 via the blogosphere, taking rim shots at one another (as gays are often wont to do) in our blogs. It wasn’t until 2003 when I moved to California that we met at a brunch party he was hosting. Our physical meeting was rather anti-climactic: we smiled, traded a few barbs, then called it good. I think mutual friends were expecting a scene out of Dynasty instead of “Bosom Buddies” à la Mame:
(He’s the Vera to my Mame, btw, FYI.)
To be honest, I found the article to be heavy on fluff – through no fault of “Benford” – yet demonstrate a modern Brother Grimms’ tale. I think how the writer chose to end the article led me to the aforementioned conclusion. Bradford’s decision – SPOILER! – to continue writing about his life in such a public spectacle was both disheartening and reaffirming: I am glad I stopped writing about my private life in a public forum years ago, especially when on display for all the commenters on DataLounge to read. I am reading the comments in small chunks as I walk Vinnie, so far I am up to #256. If only I had an Absolut Kurrant pressé in hand, I swear it’s 1993 all over again.
Okay, time to wrap this up and finish my client’s website. Be sure to keep watch on Twitter for new tweets, my breakfast this morning was incredibly exciting and worthy to tweet. Corn flakes with fresh blueberries. Yes!
After Comment 289
Sounds like a tagline a new fall series…
“Bradford is a typical status- and label-obsessed Chelsea queen. Bianchi is a gross, geriatric, HIV-infected ‘roid maniac.”
Together, they solve crime.
…the rest is just back-and-forth prattle.