Return of the Blog, part like 6 or 7

OK, no excuses. I'm lazy and hadn't felt like blogging much. Add to that the fact that this computer (my, um, "work" computer) can't do links and I canceled internet at my apt, well, those are all enablers for my epic laziness. (and the fact that my laptop has been in my office all weekend, where the AC mysteriously broke, well, let's just say I'm afraid to boot it up.)

After more than a month of e-mails, sarcastic blog responses and angry looting of my apartment by a Segway-wielding masked man, not to mention nagging by my girlfriend, I'm up and active again.

So, what's new?

Not much here (another reason I've been lax). The girlfriend's still awesome, as the sarcastic poster who mocked my frequent mentions of her is excited to hear, work's still work. The AC's still broken right now, so I've been sweating through 90-degree office heat since 8:30 in the morning, which is doing wonders for my productivity.

Yesterday I caught the Gay Pride Parade and then a teenage lesbian art movie (not Rochelle, Rochelle, but close). I was a little disappointed in the lack of over-the-top nudity/teenage scampering in the movie but I'd recommend it. (It's called "My Summer of Love" by the way, so don't go to Clark and Diversity asking for the "hot teenage lesbo movie." They might send you to a "Very Long Engagement" or "Sack Lunch."

I'm too hot for much coherent thought right now, so I'll end you with a brief story and two quotes.

My step-father (heretofore known as Dad) and his father, my grandpa, were quite the clotheshorses. Purple, plaid, rawhide. They'd wear it all, mostly at the same time. My grandpa, who literally would wear all-purple outfits, passed away two summers ago. My dad finally sold the house and is in the process of cleaning it out.

Last night he asked me if I wanted any of grandpa's ultra-suede sports coats. When I told him politely, absolutely not. He remarked, "Remember you'll be 60 one day."

Then my brother told him today that ultra suede is out-dated (which begs the question, when was it in style?), Dad brings out the big guns, remarking in classic fashion:

"Ultrasuede sportcoats are always elegant, for years executives have been wearing them."