RuPaul has a blog.

Thrill as he battles a chocolate cake, details his television-viewing habits ("Murder, She Wrote", QVC and, unsurprisingly, "Dynasty") and wishes Bea Arthur a happy birthday.

Seriously, though, I love this blog. Unlike a lot of celebrity blogs, there's no pretense. He's open and honest and sometimes, refreshingly, just plain boring.

And I think he makes a much better looking man than a woman.

A Thousand for the Yeti

My beloved Cowboy Sally turned me on to these Mascot Costumes.

Am I the only one who looks at this page and starts thinking "hmmm...$1063 for the Yeti. That's not too bad. Maybe if I didn't order take-out so often..."?

But would I ever actually wear the Bully Bulldog costume? Of course not. It would sit in my closet, gathering dust, right next to my red leather Michael Jackson jacket and all those props from when I was into GWAR.

There's this creepy guy at work and although I'm not really one to talk on my blog about creepy guys at work because, y'know, for some people creepy is their "thing" and who am I to fuck with someone's "thing", this guy is just too creepy not to talk about.

There's this creepy guy at work who must be some sort of Engineering Genius because I can't imagine why they keep him around unless he has memorized pi out to 10,000 places or can build a multicomputer from pencil shavings and coffee filters, because he's that creepy.

There's this creepy guy at work who wears this ridiculous toupee that looks like one of those plastic elvis wigs that DEVO used to wear, and every day it seems to sit at a different angle on his head and you just want to go up to him and smack it off onto the floor, but that's not why he's creepy.

There's this creepy guy at work who works out at the company gym, which is just a few yards away from me down a short corridor, like three or four times a day. Sometimes he'll just go in and do one set on the pec deck or walk five minutes on the treadmill and then leave, only to return two hours later and do some stretching, before leaving again to go back to work. But even that isn't why he's creepy.

There's this creepy guy at work and sometimes I'll go into the gym and find him asleep on the floor, like a narcoleptic who seized while doing sit-ups, or something. That's pretty creepy.

There's this creepy guy at work and sometimes he'll wander out of the gym locker room into cube city wearing nothing but his running shorts--no shirt, no shoes, and wander around talking to people about how his laptop takes too long to boot up or isn't there something you could do to make it beep or something if I make a typo. That's pretty creepy.

There's this creepy guy at work who still takes his showers in the old shower stall in the men's room like they used to do years ago before the new-fangled locker room was built--even though the light switch in the men's room is motion-activated, so if he's in there too long all the lights will go out and he'll be showering in complete darkness until someone comes in to take a piss. Creepy.

There's this creepy guy at work who, if it's ever just me and him and Melinda or Karen or even one of the women I don't know that well working out, I'll do an extra 10 or 20 minutes on the elliptical-trainer, just so I don't leave Melinda or Karen or even one of the women I don't know that well alone with him because, even though we haven't talked about it, they must find him totally creepy, and I wouldn't want her to be stuck alone with him.

That's pretty fucking creepy. No?

Blogfucker has finally been made available for trade on Blogshares. BUY ME!

In an effort to let the blogshares-bot see my outgoing links (which matters in ways I don't quite understand), I'm putting them here.

My Life as an American Gladiator   Kafkaesque
bottomdwelling.com   Eyeballkid
misc, etc.   Brittney
sadpanda.org   Bridgie
Here I Type   
emptybottle.org   Stavrosthewonderchicken
Tailors Today   Hildago
Archipelapogo   Ufez Jones
twinkle twinkle blah blah blah etc.   Cowboy Sally
dong_resin   
-=Total Viscosity Breakdown=-   Mr. Crash Davis
Metrocake   Roe
tay-hota   tj
adampsyche.com   adampsyche
Insert Better Name Here   yhbc
cockeyedabsurdist.com   jonmc
SpiderFarmer's journal   Dejah420
The Evil Twin Theory   Chico Bangs
1715 (formerly Tuffy Stone)   Anathema
Pastilhas II   Miguel Cardoso
kokogiak   
Blunted On Reality   blunted
Something Catchy   

It's been a few weeks since I last stood on my soapbox and got all preachy on you, so I'm due.

This post from the Wonderchicken puts the SARS thing in perspective.

(One of these days I'll learn how to use trackback.)

I don't know which I find more amazing: how hard the media tries to scare the public, or how readily the public is frightened. (Or saddened, or horrified, or outraged, depending on the sensationalized story du jour.)