I've been doing things like going to baseball games and fountain shop drive-ins. Today I am getting a kitten. A little black boy runty kitten. I'm going to fall in love. I'm finally "into" Led Zeppelin. I've been listening to real, original blues all year but I think I have to work my way up to understanding it. Right now, I can just barely relate to white British cock rockers. I think that's my level. Waiting for The Who albums and 'Homicide: Life on the Street' season 3 in the mail. I think my tastes are improving. I've always loved that show though. It's the best thing to watch when all you have is alcohol. I went to see 'Touch of Pink' this week, and while yes, it is a gay movie with Cary Grant worship, it seemed really young and simple and Kyle MacLachlan should be shot. Well, no one understands Cary. I read Poppy Z Brite and she sounded like a slash writer. Deep down I think slash is the coolest thing in the world. Imagine women from all backgrounds all over the world just suddenly getting the urge to write porn about and between famous male characters they've seen in TV, movies, and books. You can't make this stuff up. The other day I sat through 'The Iceman Cometh' and it was pretty harsh. There's something about "watching" alcoholism on screen that is totally different from the denial of regular life. It's strange. Now it is September.