tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53181572011-04-21T15:23:24.619-07:00WeHo MarkHere in my world, we go out. Often. We drink. A lot. Welcome to fabulous West Hollywood. May I offer you a cocktail?Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.comBlogger6741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1156266253815819282006-08-22T10:02:00.000-07:002006-08-22T10:50:37.786-07:00No visitor last night. Our friend called Joey at some point during the day, and Joey figured that it would be easier to deliver the bad news over the phone than in person. So I didn't have to do the dirty work after all. And "dirty" is the right word for it, because we both feel pretty terrible about the whole situation. Our friend did mention something about starting in a rehab program (Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1156201820996746752006-08-21T15:36:00.000-07:002006-08-21T16:50:32.253-07:00Remember a couple of years ago when Joey and I were going out pretty consistently for "Poker Night" (which really meant dinner and drinks, usually ) with the DC Expatriates & Friends most Thursday nights? Well, that sort of fell by the wayside for various reasons...I was too poor to spend money at increasingly expensive restaurants, one of the DCE&Fs got annoyingly drunk every time, one of them Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1155588906392519612006-08-14T13:52:00.000-07:002006-08-14T14:05:05.033-07:00Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1155237399885329222006-08-10T12:12:00.000-07:002006-08-10T14:16:29.233-07:00Today, my little angel is flying to the east coast for the weekend. (Great timing, huh? Boy, was he pissed off this morning when he heard about the new security measures and long airport lines.) Whenever he leaves, I'm always happy to have a weekend all to myself, so I can do whatever I want or, even better, do absolutely nothing. Of course, the next day I miss him terribly and I'm always Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1155074378373000442006-08-08T14:38:00.000-07:002006-08-08T15:51:56.386-07:00Okay, here's the deal. I have been in a huge funk for the last three weeks. Part of this was due to the hideous skin condition that I mentioned a few posts back. I had spent two consecutive weekend days at the beach, cleverly slathered in sunscreen all over, driving back to my unairconditioned house in my unairconditioned car. In the freakish heat wave we had. By the time I went to bed two nightsMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1154728939405629672006-08-04T15:00:00.000-07:002006-08-04T15:02:19.416-07:00The guy's got charisma. You just gotta love Major Victory.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1154714394344642022006-08-04T10:57:00.000-07:002006-08-04T11:10:50.010-07:00Anybody else watching "Who Wants to be a Superhero?" (I hope so because it's a fantastic show.) Recognize the dude on the far left of this photo? Woof. I love Major Victory (even before seeing him shirtless), have a serious crush on Feedback, and am deliriously proud of Monkey Woman after last night's episode.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1154478302575757452006-08-01T17:23:00.000-07:002006-08-02T10:04:48.700-07:00Yesterday I saw a man at a store, walking with a woman who was presumably his wife or girlfriend. Tattooed on the back of his shaved head, in perfectly legible cursive script, were three words:"Bitches ain't shit"Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1153871128307251802006-07-25T16:42:00.000-07:002006-07-25T16:45:28.320-07:00I saw Meth Guy last night for the first time in a few months. I am very pleased to report that he looked great. He was in nice, clean shorts and shirt, his hair was neat, and he wasn't staggering. He was walking his bicycle along a sidewalk. I'm betting that he has a place to live, and I'm hoping that he has gotten off the drugs. Good for him!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1153776539349363142006-07-24T13:51:00.000-07:002006-07-24T14:33:05.336-07:00I didn't want to bitch about the weather, which accomplishes nothing and is rather tiresome. But I must point out that I'm suffering through L.A.'s hideous heat wave with no air conditioning in either my house or my car; the heat is driving me insane. Last night was the first night that Joey and I couldn't take it any more. We spent the night in what used to be our house's detached single car Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1153509110395187872006-07-21T12:09:00.000-07:002006-07-21T12:11:50.410-07:00I just found out that my friend Richard Chen (in tan at right) was killed after being struck by a car a few days ago. He was 31.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1153424856853672312006-07-20T12:42:00.000-07:002006-07-20T14:40:50.363-07:00Ever wonder why I have so many damn body issues? Well, there are all sorts of reasons, but one of them is that I live in a town full of amazing men. This guy -- and I'm not kidding -- lives across the street from me.This guy has more than a six-pack: he has what Joey has termed "cum gutters."Nice fellow. And his partner is (to my taste) even hotter.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1153350364869952912006-07-19T15:56:00.000-07:002006-07-19T16:08:35.903-07:00Weight: 172So, yeah, it's July and it's hot as hell in Los Angeles these days, but I'm somewhat abnormally fixated on the coming Halloween. (Don't laugh; Halloween is big in WeHo and I don't want to deal with last-minute running around.) I firmly believe that every gay boy needs to be a cowboy at some point (which I haven't done yet), but I also believe that every gay boy who works out needs to Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1153174039792067852006-07-17T14:50:00.000-07:002006-07-17T17:36:22.380-07:00This is not exactly a "12 of 12" post, but it does capture a few aspects of the weekend, from a Friday rush hour car crash through chilling at the beach on Sunday. Disclaimer: although I'm no angel, do not draw any specific conclusions about me, or anyone I've ever mentioned on this blog before, based on anything you see here. And please excuse the cellphone camera quality.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1152914134713966822006-07-14T14:38:00.000-07:002006-07-14T14:55:34.810-07:00I don't have anything against straight guys. I really don't. My lunchtime gym is full of them (although I'm happy to report that there is an appropriate percentage of nice 'mos to keep me company too). I really don't care that all they talk about is sports. No really, it is the sole topic of conversation as they take their breaks between sets. And there is no reason why they shouldn't. They love Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1152744561362806402006-07-12T15:43:00.000-07:002006-07-12T15:49:21.363-07:00How've I been? Oh, grouchy and grumpy. Probably shouldn't have spent all day Sunday (or more accurately, from 4pm to midnight) drinking at Abbey/Here. I didn't feel like the alcohol tally was particularly high, six or seven drinks spread out over eight hours with a big greasy dinner of hamburger and french fries somewhere in the middle. Oh well. Lately, I've been feeling like a cheating lover. MyMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1152141740448019692006-07-05T16:02:00.000-07:002006-07-05T16:22:20.543-07:00Today I'm a little sad. Not for bad reasons, though. I just had such an utterly fantastic long weekend that I'm slightly disappointed that I have to return to my "real life." We had a friend visiting us for the weekend, a total sweetheart that we met at the White Party in April. So naturally we were out and about all weekend, showing him the best of WeHo nightlife, and trying to stay cool (with Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1151615405218513162006-06-29T14:05:00.000-07:002006-06-29T14:10:05.250-07:00I don't usually like to talk about work here. But today my boss emailed me, asking if he could take me to lunch. Never happened before. Was I going to get fired, berated, chewed out? Was lunch supposed to soften some unforeseen blow?No. Fortunately it turns out that he's extremely happy with me, wanted to make sure I'm happy with my job (I am indeed) and gave me a small raise. Whew.In other news,Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1151531741379711752006-06-28T14:53:00.000-07:002006-06-28T14:55:41.393-07:00A highlight of the weekend away: cornholing with Joey and my cousins. Welcome to small town Indiana!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1151020989579107972006-06-22T16:57:00.000-07:002006-06-22T17:03:09.600-07:00Early last evening, Joey and I met up with a couple of friends at the Abbey for dinner. (Alcohol tally: one Corona.) An upcoming show for Logo was being filmed there, a documentary about two brothers trying to make it in the music industry. They needed to shoot one of them hanging out there, talking to his buddies, so they asked me if I'd volunteer. (News alert: reality TV is not always Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1150849692715570262006-06-20T17:20:00.000-07:002006-06-20T17:28:12.726-07:00I haven't posted my weight in a good while. This morning I was 166 pounds. Now, that may sound good to you, but I was 20 pounds heavier in March. I liked the beefy version of Weho Mark a lot, but it is so hard for an ectomorph like me to maintain that. Do you remember how much I was eating? Seriously, it was hard work to keep shoveling all that back day after day. And it's not exactly like I'm Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1150742976951050922006-06-19T11:43:00.000-07:002006-06-19T11:49:36.953-07:00I didn't want to leave you trying to cope with that horrific golf ball imagery right before lunchtime. So I thought I'd help clear the air with a picture of who I'm crushing on today: Tom/Thomas Jane.On my deathbed on Saturday afternoon, I managed to watch "The Punisher." An okay movie, but one which had the benefit of Tom with his shirt for SERIOUSLY like 70% of the movie. I mean, come on, did Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1150742219023614522006-06-19T11:28:00.000-07:002006-06-19T12:14:22.813-07:00Friday night was terrible and Saturday was agony. My temperature hit 102.5 and I had the worst headaches of my entire life and my throat was swollen. I stayed in bed and basically didn't eat anything all day. (And I usually eat like a horse. Two horses, actually.) If I hadn't had Joey to help out, I really think I would have crawled up under the bed to await death's sweet embrace.I finally broke Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1150483401356742672006-06-16T11:39:00.000-07:002006-06-16T11:43:21.366-07:00Hmmmm....what is going on? I was exhausted, but feeling fine, when I went to bed last night at about 10:30. But I didn't get much sleep, and soon found myself alternately shivering violently from cold (in southern California in June under flannel sheets and a down duvet) and soaking my side of the bed with sweat. So apparently I have a fever of some sort. No other symptons, unless you count the Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1150405281020437782006-06-15T14:00:00.000-07:002006-06-15T14:01:21.036-07:00Today I am crushing on comedian Gary Gulman. No surprise why.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1150309557532041082006-06-14T11:25:00.000-07:002006-06-14T11:25:57.546-07:00The showtune of the day...enjoy!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1150226773257059722006-06-13T12:12:00.000-07:002006-06-13T12:27:58.036-07:00It's a dismal little world in which we live.It can bore ya' til you've nothing left to give.Seven overrated wonders. Seven underwhelming seas.Six excruciating continents. Antarctica? Oh, please.("As We Stumble Along" from The Drowsy Chaperone)I was disappointed that the utterly captivating The Drowsy Chaperone didn't take the Best Musical Tony (good for Best Featured Actress Beth Leavel, though!)Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1148077889174065812006-05-19T15:26:00.000-07:002006-05-19T15:45:44.313-07:00Out of town friends are here, and a bunch of us are gathering for dinner at Cafe d'Etoile, a favorite restaurant of theirs. I can't say that I remember much about the food, but I definitely remember how good their manhattans* are. (Hmmm, wonder if there's a correlation between my fondness for the cocktails and lack of memory about the cuisine? Survey says yes.) So if you bump into your faithful Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1147718284509732262006-05-15T11:18:00.000-07:002006-05-16T11:25:57.653-07:00Welcome to the May edition of 12 of 12, based on an idea by Chad. This time, I used my cell phone camera rather than my Big Boy camera.The day begins with a pre-workout protein shake. I love the taste of Micell Edge protein. Vanilla Creme, Double Chocolate, Chocolate Mocha...all terrific. This time, I got Peanut Butter Chocolate. It takes like garbage. I drink it as fast as I can to minimize the Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1147132341245702962006-05-08T16:51:00.000-07:002006-05-08T16:52:21.256-07:00A very big CELEB SPOTTING on Sunday at Runyan Canyon: Ashton and Demi. No lie!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1146860374583156312006-05-05T13:14:00.000-07:002006-05-05T13:19:34.596-07:00Awwww. For a while, YouTube had the entire second act of Wicked uploaded. Now it's gone, due to "terms of use violation." Well, obviously the video's availability online wasn't legal, but I sure did like watching it.Swamped at work. Looking forward to margaritas tonight in celebration of Cinco de Mayo (as opposed to my usual looking forward to margaritas tonight because it's Friday). I'm so damn Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1146511873540922272006-05-01T11:43:00.000-07:002006-05-01T12:31:13.646-07:00Nobody else I know has the slightest inclination to see United 93, but that was fine by me. I really wanted to see it alone anyway. I went to the earliest (10:30am) Sunday morning showing at the Grove, and there were at least 30 or so people in the audience with me.The movie is absolutely phenomenal. Probably the most powerful thing I've ever seen. I was living in Washington DC on 9/11 and I saw Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1146250184346678392006-04-28T11:22:00.000-07:002006-04-28T12:58:43.466-07:00Two summers ago, seemingly every Thursday night was a night out, involving dinner followed by drinking. Now I can barely remember the last time I went out drinking on a school night. (I make up for it in other ways now.)Well, until last night. It was a Smack and Big Fat Dick night. I left the husband at home and went out with a visiting friend, on his last night in town, and the Evil Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1146006669004495102006-04-25T15:30:00.000-07:002006-04-25T16:15:42.646-07:00First of all, today is ANZAC Day (at least here in my hemisphere, for April 25 has already come and gone in Australia). I may just have to make some ANZAC biscuits in honor of the occasion.Well, now. I'm not dead, I'm not in rehab. I'm back after a long, mostly silent break. What to say, what to say about the White Party? Well, first of all, I'm not going to mention everything that has happened. Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1145409553623867412006-04-18T18:19:00.000-07:002006-04-18T18:19:13.636-07:00I'm back. I survived.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1145036930555026812006-04-14T10:46:00.000-07:002006-04-14T10:48:50.563-07:00Weight: 167.5No more dieting. White Party weekend is here. My bags are packed and I'm ready to go. I even have a lovely golden brown tone as well as tanlines, courtesy of the airbrushing wizardry of Beverly Hills finest.See you next week.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1144887309948410532006-04-12T16:55:00.000-07:002006-04-13T11:54:35.530-07:0012 of 12: AprilOkay, here's my first time out taking part in Chad's cool project. Welcome to a very gay, very egotistic, very Weho, very pre-White Party edition of 12 of 12! From Chad: "12 of 12" is a photo essay of 12 photos taken on the 12th of each month. Any 12 pics. They can start when you wake up, till you go to bed. They can be 12 pics of you sitting in front of the television. The funMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1144431645760226622006-04-07T10:39:00.000-07:002006-04-07T10:40:45.776-07:00Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1143240664440302722006-03-24T14:48:00.000-08:002006-03-24T14:51:04.456-08:00Weight: 183.5Alcohol tally: one VBC, at lunchtime up on the roof of the downtown Standard. I've had a fantastic week at work and everybody is happy with my work, the pain in my side is quickly dissipating, the weather is gorgeous and I can't wait to exponentially increase the day's alcohol tally at Marix tonight.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1143067847912678422006-03-22T14:23:00.000-08:002006-03-22T14:50:47.976-08:00Weight: 182 The pain in my side really became too much to bear, so I called my doctor's office, and although they were all booked up for the day, they told me to come in as a walk-in. I left work at 3:45, checked in at 4:20, and was getting x-rayed by 4:30. And then I waited. And waited. At 9pm, my doctor finally saw me, and diagnosed a bruised ribcage, which hardly sounds dramatic enough Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1142877014945250062006-03-20T09:33:00.000-08:002006-03-21T09:44:51.826-08:00Weight: holding steady at 185A slight injury I suffered at the gym on Friday afternoon (too insignificant for me to even mention on that day's entry) worsened a great deal over the weekend. I think it's torn cartilage in my lower right rib cage. Turning, shifting, breathing deeply, even sleeping on that side is really painful now. I'm not sure what this means as far as physical activity is Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1142614577241568622006-03-17T08:52:00.000-08:002006-03-17T09:04:16.166-08:00Weight: 185.5The great project ended yesterday, despite my doubts (up to the very last moment) that we/I would be able to pull it off, and my boss told me that I did "a spectacular job." We even broke out the champagne (alcohol tally: two glasses, followed by one more at home later) here in the office in honor of the momentous occasion. Of course, there will be some inevitable last-minute changesMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1142369402159758622006-03-14T12:43:00.000-08:002006-03-14T12:50:02.176-08:00Time again for Haiku Tuesday...Walking a tightrope5pm deadline Thursdaythat I'm going to missjeez, it's fucking coldfreezing in Los Angelesafter the sunsetweight: one eighty fivecould I hit two hundred pounds?i wanna be bigMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1142294289047617792006-03-13T15:56:00.000-08:002006-03-13T15:59:17.030-08:00REPORT: Man Beaten by Security and Police at West Hollywood BarTowleroad reports on an incident at Here lounge on Saturday night.What the hell?Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1142268301192755202006-03-13T08:42:00.000-08:002006-03-13T08:45:02.523-08:00Weight: 184Saturday may have been useless, but Sunday was fun and relaxing. Lunch with buds, a late afternoon showing of "Transamerica," and in bed at a respectable hour. Perfect.And I've arrived at work early enough to get ahead. Even better.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1142129754965499482006-03-11T18:12:00.000-08:002006-03-11T18:18:34.753-08:00After last night, I am utterly useless today. I came into the office to try to get ahead on a big project, but I'm accomplishing next to nothing.I know what I'm NOT doing again anytime I actually have to achieve something over the weekend.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1142017734441298342006-03-10T11:02:00.000-08:002006-03-10T11:08:54.456-08:00After dropping Joey off at a work-related function, I met some friends last night for dinner and "Survivor." Riding up to the host's apartment in the elevator with these three gentlemen, I suddenly realized that I was the shortest one. This felt weird. While I never claim to be tall at exactly six feet, I do feel that I'm at the top end of what I consider to be the "average" range of height. Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1141844910514758422006-03-08T11:05:00.000-08:002006-03-08T11:08:30.526-08:00Scene: a bar on the Music Center plaza, before a performance of Matthew Bourne's "Swan Lake"Bartender: What can I get for you gentlemen?WeHo Mark: Something with vodka. Maybe a martini.Evil Henchman: We're going to the ballet; I'm ordering something gayer. I'll have a cosmo.WeHo Mark: Make it two.Bartender (bringing drinks and the check): Shall I close out the tab?Evil Henchman: Oh, let's not be Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1141753439089426482006-03-07T09:34:00.000-08:002006-03-07T09:43:59.133-08:00Weight: 183Time again for Haiku Tuesday...Kanye's "Gold Digger"?Put a fucking condom onif you don't want kidsMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1141697883235604652006-03-06T18:17:00.000-08:002006-03-06T18:19:19.843-08:00Stressful day. Let's brighten things up with some show tunes, shall we?Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1141666561175619982006-03-06T09:33:00.000-08:002006-03-06T09:36:01.286-08:00Busy, busy, busy.Yes, I was surprised and somewhat disappointed that "Brokeback" didn't win Best Picture. But I actually thought that "Crash" was the better movie by far.Mostly, though, I was disappointed that George Clooney's truly marvelous acceptance speech didn't inspire everyone else to give up their long and dull lists of people to thank. Reese Witherspoon's was nice too, though.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1141173996900099142006-02-28T16:43:00.000-08:002006-02-28T17:56:35.660-08:00Time again for Haiku TuesdayStorm sweeps the southlandTraffic grinds to a standstillWhere's my loaded gun?Well, at least it's gorgeous and sunny and all blue skies today. Last night's drive after work, however, was a nightmare. My trip from downtown to meet a friend at the Arclight in Hollywood, which would normally be about 10 to 15 minutes, took at least 50 minutes. Grrr. Whenever there is the Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1141079561838484592006-02-27T14:14:00.000-08:002006-02-27T14:32:41.903-08:00Weight: 182Relatively speaking, it was a pretty low key weekend, which I really needed. Sunday afternoon found me up on the roof of the house cleaning off all the accumulated debris and cleaning out the gutters in anticipation of a rainy week. A rather loathesome task, but a necessary one, and I was rather pleased with myself that I actually did something useful for a change. Celeb spottings: Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1140804024339440592006-02-24T09:50:00.000-08:002006-02-24T10:19:44.346-08:00I've been slowly catching up with the Olympics...I'm still several days behind, so thank God for TiVo. But seriously, who knew that ice dancing, of all things, could be so filled with drama? Inner voice: Oh God, this is about to get really queer, isn't it?Weho Mark: Shut up.I was about to delete that broadcast unwatched, but started watching anyway and got hooked. I had no idea that people could Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1140734080215271602006-02-23T14:15:00.000-08:002006-02-23T14:34:40.276-08:00The aches and pains continue...yesterday's back day and today's cycling/leg combo day mean that your little Weho Markie's lower back isn't happy. Perhaps tomorrow morning will be a rare weekday off from the gym. Although I could easily fall asleep given the opportunity, I somehow managed to wake up a couple of minutes before the evil alarm clock went off this morning.Inner voice: This isn't Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1140652911968990122006-02-22T15:47:00.000-08:002006-02-22T17:06:21.680-08:00Weight: 181I do find myself flexing in front of the mirror a lot lately...but only (you'll be relieved to learn) when I am alone. I usually save this indulgence pre-bedtime and post-teeth-brushing. Freshly brushed teeth make muscles look bigger, I've decided. And my long overdue short haircut probably helps too. I am, however, a little sick of everything I have to do to "feed the beast," with Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1140205987010371932006-02-17T11:43:00.000-08:002006-02-17T11:53:48.970-08:00Weight: 180A cool aspect about living in a city of part-time, would-be and failed (not to mention working) actors is that people you actually know turn up on various things. A buddy of mine who does extra work recently turned up on an episode of "My Name is Earl." Yesterday, a woman here at the office loaned me her DVD of a "Little House on the Prairie" episode in which she had a nice featured Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1139871384266238862006-02-13T14:50:00.000-08:002006-02-13T14:56:24.280-08:00Weight:177Two consecutive slightly cracked-out weekends probably aren't helping much in the Fabulous by Forty Body Reclamation Project, but they are fun. I'm still somewhat sleep deprived, and this morning's alarm clock was truly one of the most depressing sounds I've ever encountered. I must tone things down in the coming weeks. But a weekend that begins with three margaritas at El Coyote can Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1139600714945122432006-02-10T11:43:00.000-08:002006-02-10T11:45:14.966-08:00Let the games begin!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1139596934688647182006-02-10T10:34:00.000-08:002006-02-10T10:42:14.703-08:00"In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."Having just watched "Crash" a few nights ago, I couldn't help but think about the film yesterday morning, when the car behind me ran into mine as Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1139527636319656302006-02-09T15:18:00.000-08:002006-02-10T10:05:17.410-08:00Weight: 179 poundsThe sheer amount of food I am now eating every day does not strike me as something I would ever be able to sustain for long periods of time. Yesterday's intake:Pre-morning-workout: brown rice cake with peanut butter; generous swigs of pomegranate and grapefruit juiceBreakfast: steel-cut oatmeal with raisins, mixed berries and flaxseed oil; egg scramble with onion, green pepper, Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1139428192605283692006-02-08T11:42:00.000-08:002006-02-08T11:49:52.626-08:00I haven't shaved since January 26, so I am either scruffalicious or mangy, depending on your taste. But the beard started driving me crazy yesterday afternoon; I'm constantly rubbing it, which just makes it itchy. And there is a rather distressing amount of white (at least it's not grey) around my chin. Plus, I always feel that guys who don't have any chest hair shouldn't have any significant Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1139352667665951702006-02-07T14:28:00.000-08:002006-02-07T14:51:07.723-08:00Weight: 177.5The jump in weight can be explained by the pre-bedtime protein shakes I added (as of last night) to the get-big-diet-plan. And I have been extremely focused during my workouts lately. I am very happy with my progress. Naked pictures to follow at the end of this experiment.*My jury service ended with a hung jury. I suspected on Thursday that this would happen. Briefly put, it was a Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1139252013427607382006-02-06T10:50:00.000-08:002006-02-06T10:57:24.326-08:00I'm baaaa-aaaack.Miss me?For me, the best part of the Super Bowl every year is the commercials. I didn't think that they were particularly distinguished yesterday, unfortunately. There was one, however, that I absolutely adored. Surprise, surprise: this Broadway fan loved the Whopperette showgirls lavishly costumed as burger ingredients in this Burger King commercial:http://video.google.com/Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1138913014434647252006-02-02T12:41:00.000-08:002006-02-02T12:43:34.446-08:00Weight: 174Still on jury duty. I have found the whole process fascinating, and I am very satisfied to be fulfilling my civic duty. Yes, I'm being serious! Fortunately, this has come at a fairly convenient time for me workwise.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1138232724432465462006-01-25T15:44:00.000-08:002006-01-25T15:45:24.446-08:00Weight: 174On jury duty today and tomorrow.:-(Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1138055600522117412006-01-23T14:30:00.000-08:002006-01-23T14:33:20.533-08:00Weight: 171. Well, the Christmas tree is still up. A night of hard partying on Saturday evening left me pretty broke down on Sunday, and even the gentlest of tasks was really just too much. As I like to say, "The flower that blooms at night wilts in the morning." Yes, a good time was had, but I can't put my poor body through that again any time soon.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1137799984853032232006-01-20T15:29:00.000-08:002006-01-20T15:33:32.653-08:00This one is for you "Lost" fans. This adorable little baby is named Geronimo Jackson, born last October in Oregon. No lie! If his parents are "Lost" fans, I would have loved to have seen the expressions on their faces when they watched the last episode.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1137788609678285832006-01-20T12:21:00.000-08:002006-01-20T12:23:29.690-08:00Weight: 174.5Although I'm very much looking forward to the weekend, I do have at least one sad chore to accomplish. Yes, folks, I think it's finally time to take the tree down. *brushes back tear*I mean, it has been up since late November.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1137700535956073892006-01-19T11:43:00.000-08:002006-01-19T11:55:36.000-08:00Check out this featurette (link here) on the upcoming "Dreamgirls" movie. I'm practically wetting myself in excitement.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1137617564987583252006-01-18T12:41:00.000-08:002006-01-18T14:54:37.860-08:00Mike Rowe here is my newest crush. He's the host of Dirty Jobs on the Discovery Channel. The show is interesting enough on its own merits (host travels around doing brief stints at unspeakably nasty jobs, like "roadkill collector" or "cow inseminator"), but Mike really makes it come alive. He's funny, witty, charming and, oh yeah, tastylicious. (Sorry, couldn't find any shirtless photos online, Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1137195842560027492006-01-13T15:29:00.000-08:002006-01-13T15:44:02.610-08:00Here is what has been in my mouth today:Pre-workout snack (7:30am): whole wheat tortilla with peanut butterBreakfast (9am): steel cut oatmeal with raisins and berries; egg scramble with zucchini, (leftover) leeks and parmesan.Crap (11am): three donuts, from a large selection laid out in the office kitchen. Dammit.First lunch (noon): home-made broccoli soup, cheese stick.More crap (2:45pm): four Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1137177930785804232006-01-13T10:36:00.000-08:002006-01-13T11:56:00.370-08:00Thursday night alcohol tally:My quarter of a bottle of red at home, with Joey and two out of town visitors; two scratch margaritas with dinner at El Coyote (where Sharon Tate ate her last meal); two beers at O-bar.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1137028539115240152006-01-11T17:13:00.000-08:002006-01-11T17:15:39.126-08:00Whew, that last post was so gay I had to lighten things up around here with a little flesh. Enjoy.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1137025310215251542006-01-11T15:28:00.000-08:002006-01-11T16:21:50.286-08:00Birgit Nilsson (1918-2005)Rest in peace, Birgit! The sturdy woman you see with the winged helmet is in many ways responsible for my career in opera. Back in 1980, when I was still in middle school, I had a strong background and interest in classical music, but didn't know thing one about opera. In fact, I had no interest whatsoever. For some reason, just by sheer chance, I happened to catch the Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1137011909012515562006-01-11T12:26:00.000-08:002006-01-11T15:28:04.023-08:00You know how you always resurface from a raucous New Year's Eve celebration and vow to be lowkey, reflective and repentent if only for the first full weekend in January? Yeah, that didn't happen.Drinks at home on Friday. Drinks and dancing at Hot Dog on Saturday. A little naughtiness (well, a LOT, actually; dare I say the word "trashy"?) on the way home, followed by more naughtiness once I got Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1136488941663201052006-01-05T11:19:00.000-08:002006-01-05T11:22:21.676-08:00This morning (as has been the case several times over the last couple of months) the area right outside my office door smells suspiciously like GHB. Isn't that used as carpet cleaner or something like that? Or is there a party going on that I don't know about? I don't really suspect the latter, since lately I've been the first one in and the last one out...it's a deadline week and your little Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1136310938802818972006-01-03T09:53:00.000-08:002006-01-03T09:55:38.813-08:00Happy New Year to all! I had a fantastic Christmas, a wonderful NYE celebration and a long, much-needed break from work. No resolutions for me, really, since I feel like my life is pretty much right on track. It's a good thing.Did everybody else survive the holidays?Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1135282772530418032005-12-22T12:07:00.000-08:002005-12-22T12:19:32.546-08:00Weight: 173.5Alcohol tally: one glass of red, two VBCs. Had the usual suspects over for pre-leaving-for-the-holiday cocktails at the house.Santa has already brought me a gift by ending the MTA strike in New York, which will make tomorrow's foray into Manhattan infinitely easier. But Santa seems to have been neglecting his duties when he allowed United Airlines to capriciously cancel my flight Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1135205479208139462005-12-21T14:49:00.000-08:002005-12-21T14:51:19.220-08:00Darn....I was just CERTAIN that the Carver was Gina. Great season finale!Weight: 172Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1135109118846530432005-12-20T11:58:00.000-08:002005-12-20T12:09:30.793-08:00The transit strike in New York will make Friday interesting. Joey and I will be driving into the city to see "Spamalot" with his brother and sister-in-law that afternoon. At least there will be four of us in the car, so we should be able to make it past the sentries and drive into town.Busy, busy, busy (okay, I haven't really been applying myself like I should, and I really need to buckle down Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1134754752755701602005-12-16T09:33:00.000-08:002005-12-16T09:39:12.770-08:00Meth Guy, last seen a few weeks ago quietly sitting on the curb across the street from my house, looking both sad and lost in thought, returned a couple of days ago. To the house. I was puttering around in the kitchen, so Joey answered the door bell. Meth Guy had noticed that the lemon trees* in our front yard weren't producing as much as they had in years past, and offered to keep an eye on themMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1134677351249419242005-12-15T12:07:00.000-08:002005-12-15T14:07:19.023-08:00I leave for Christmas on the east coast one week from today. And I haven't heard a peep from my parents or either of my siblings about what I might want for Christmas. Have they forgotten me?It's not that I'm being needy or greedy. But we live on opposite coasts so our lives run completely independently, and generally I get a phone call or two asking what I might want or need, or what size I am, Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1134585181351864762005-12-14T10:14:00.000-08:002005-12-14T10:33:01.440-08:00Alcohol tally:3 or 4 glasses of white on Saturday, at a birthday party3 or 4 glasses of red on Sunday, watching the Survivor finale with the Beefy Boys1 very girly VBC (a lemon meringue martini; it didn't taste as girly as the name would imply) at the Arclight on Monday3 or so glasses of white and 2 cosmos at Joey's office Christmas party last nightIt actually does cross my mind now and then thatMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1134070773204947642005-12-08T11:35:00.000-08:002005-12-08T11:39:33.206-08:00We have a winner!Hunky Snowman is the official Hunky Santa at the Beverly Center. Go sit on his lap every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night, and tell him how nice or naughty he makes you feel.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1134070503353097382005-12-08T11:29:00.000-08:002005-12-08T11:35:03.386-08:00The Grammy nominations were announced this morning. As a public service, here are this year's nominees in two categories that are bound to be of interest to my readers.Category 70 - Best Hawaiian Music Album (Vocal or Instrumental)Slack Key Dreams Of The Ponomoe by Kapono Beamer [Kapono Beamer Enterprises, Ltd]Sweet & Lovely by Raiatea Helm [Raiatea Helm Records]Kiho'alu - Hawaiian Slack Key Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1133897067055944362005-12-06T11:19:00.000-08:002005-12-06T11:24:27.066-08:00While there aren't really all that many hefty singers in opera these days (and the ones who are tend to be so good that their size isn't a problem whatsoever), it is also true that few singers look as good as baritone Nathan Gunn, seen in this week's premiere of "An American Tragedy" at the Met (with Patricia Racette at top and Dolora Zajick at bottom).Just a special little Tuesday treat for Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1133891519081745262005-12-06T09:46:00.000-08:002005-12-06T09:51:59.093-08:00I discovered last night while, uh, "doing research" on the internet before going to bed, that another friend of mine has spend at least part of his career in LA's other film industry. That means that there were two former porn "stars" over at my house on Saturday. It didn't occur to me to look up whether these two had ever worked together.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1133807055133057372005-12-05T10:20:00.000-08:002005-12-05T10:24:15.146-08:00Weight Saturday morning: 169Weight Sunday morning: 173Weight today: 172.5So what happened? Had a few folks over on Saturday for the annual tree-trimming party, that's what happened, and although I think that the cookie and alcohol intake was really Quite Saintly for me (as compared to normal people), apparently my body greedily soaked it all up. (Oh yeah, there were big tall glasses of vino and Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1133568148775457942005-12-02T15:50:00.000-08:002005-12-02T18:51:07.060-08:00Weight: 169.5Went to the opera last night with Minnesota Jeff (Joey refused to drive in from Santa Monica) and had a great time. (Sensational performance!) During our pre-performance cocktails, we both mentioned that we were kinda itching to go out. (Thursday is the new Saturday, didn't you know?) "If I weren't in this suit," I declared, "I'd stop by Fubar on the way home for some VBCs." Wouldn'tMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1133486411706276442005-12-01T17:01:00.000-08:002005-12-01T17:20:11.756-08:00Weight: 171I went to get my neck zapped for the third (and, fingers crossed, maybe last) time last night. It was significantly less painful than the previous two outings, since there just isn't that much hair left. Consequently, the redness had practically disappeared overnight. Since I didn't trust my ability to eyeball the area to be zapped, I had grown out my beard all week. I may be Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1133224172957564732005-11-28T16:18:00.000-08:002005-11-28T16:29:32.970-08:00I had been Quite Saintly after the Thanksgiving gluttony, with diligent gym workouts, five consecutive days of hiking at Runyon* and basically good eating habits. I weighed a surprising 169 on Sunday morning, but that may have been mostly due to post-drinking-VBCs-at-Fubar-related dehydration. Birthday cake, ice cream and enchiladas for dinner last night brought me back up 172 this morning. The Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1132951097453988162005-11-25T12:37:00.000-08:002005-11-25T12:38:17.463-08:00Post-Thanksgiving weigh-in: 172Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1132774372713227602005-11-23T11:05:00.000-08:002005-11-23T11:32:52.766-08:00I'm very pleased to report that our offices will close at 2pm today, giving me a lovely four-and-a-half-day weekend. We'll spend Thanksgiving with our friend Jeff, a fabulous cook who'll host around 15 or so people. He has allowed Joey, however, to bring his famous chocolate bread pudding, and Joey finished that up last night. (He's using a secret variation this time, one that he learned on our Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1132085338475131452005-11-15T12:05:00.000-08:002005-11-15T12:08:58.490-08:00Christmas is coming, so you know what that means. Hunky Santa is on his way to the Beverly Center. Although I like "Hunky Elf" (pictured), there are eight finalists this year, so go here to cast your vote.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1131412500885157292005-11-07T17:05:00.000-08:002005-11-07T17:15:00.943-08:00Oy. Tough work day. But it's over now. (Well, all except one little issue. And if that remains unsettled by the time I get to the office tomorrow morning, it will be too late.)Weight: 170.5CELEB SPOTTINGS: George C. Wolfe on Saturday night, at a performance of The Wild Party , a play he co-wrote and directed on Broadway. Someone I worked with in a play several years ago was in the cast, and it Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1131139799881864742005-11-04T13:22:00.000-08:002005-11-04T13:29:59.896-08:00Sick. As. A. Dog. I'd been feeling like I was coming down with something for over two weeks, and it finally hit last Sunday night. By Monday, I was in pain: congestion, uncontrollable bouts of coughing, ear problems. Undaunted, I made it (obviously) through that evening's Halloween's festivities, but I had nearly lost my voice by the time I got home well after midnight. Sadly, I was unable to Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1130911116899726232005-11-01T21:55:00.000-08:002005-11-01T21:58:36.910-08:00The Cannibal Chef strikes terror in the heart of West Hollywood.October 31, 2005Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1130788146221216522005-10-31T11:32:00.000-08:002005-10-31T11:57:38.260-08:00Weight: 170When it rains, it pours. I haven't had many CELEB SPOTTINGS lately, but on Saturday, you could hardly swing a dead cat without randomly swatting somebody you'd recognize from television. We decided to head out to Hollywood Toys and Costumes that afternoon to deck Joey out. (He'll be an adorable Roman soldier.) As we were rummaging through our armor options, we looked up and recognized Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318157.post-1130450429748780592005-10-27T14:54:00.000-07:002005-10-27T18:37:42.273-07:00I took a quick lunchtime trip to the bustling Hollywood Toys & Costumes today and I found what I need for Halloween. It's not either of the two ideas I had been kicking around, "Young Santa" and "Merman/Triton," which is still a great idea (once I figure out how to make a costume I can walk in) that I'll just have to start working on next September. anyone want to teach me to sew during the Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206711003351849699noreply@blogger.com0