By the way, Amtrak has been posting its on-time service performance online for quite some time.
Update (10/3): Wachovia likes Wells Fargo more...and Citi is peeved.
By the way, Amtrak has been posting its on-time service performance online for quite some time.
Update (10/3): Wachovia likes Wells Fargo more...and Citi is peeved.

And it's part of the reason why I'm moving. When I was growing up, I pretty much figured that I was going to live in New York for a brief period of time. It was kind of a family tradition, my mother lived here for nearly 30 years, my father lived here for a little under a decade, so perhaps it was in my blood. I had this image in my head that I--like George & Wheezie--would find my own "deluxe apartment in sky." So what does one do after that? You go looking for new challenges.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Ever since I can remember, I wanted to spend my adult life outside the US. I'm not an America-hater by any stretch of the imagination. I owe this country my existence, quite literally, as the racial mixture of Native Americans, African slaves, and European immigrants (all groups in my ancestry) doesn't exist anywhere else. Yet, creatively, I felt--and continue to feel--that I can't reach my full potential as a playwright and a scriptwriter living here. US media is focused on profitability--even the theatre--as opposed to quality. That's why LOGO is so historic, it basically says that we (LGBT Americans) are now an audience to be catered to by advertisers, because we'll buy, and in the US you are nobody unless you are recognised as a desirable consumer demographic.
Ok, so I kind of backtracked on the no political tirades promise.
Personally, I want to be able to write without worrying about demographics. I also want to work at telling stories that aren't always vetted for how they will play in Peoria. (Look at the state of gay theatre here in New York, where plays and musicals often are excuses for buff men to get to walk around naked while catty/bitchy characters deliver a stream of one-liners. It sells tickets, but there have been very few pieces that really get beyond burlesque.) Sadly, the US is not a place for that. I do believe that will change, and oddly enough, I feel I can do my part by leaving the land of my birth.
Leaving the US, on the other hand carries its own risks: Expat's Disease, being the big one. Expat's Disease, which can happen to even the most well-rounded, open-minded person, is where someone goes overseas and starts either lionising or demonising their homeland beyond what it really is. I'm going to do my best to stave it off by coming back frequently. I pretty much have to, since my family is here, and when your family is as small as mine, the bond is extremely tight.
Now even though I have planned for quite some time to leave the US, I wasn't expecting it to happen "so soon." Yet, I met an Australian man, got engaged, and since he's ready to move back to his homeland and I'm at a point where I can move, I'm moving to Australia, which is even more of a change than I expected to make. (I was thinking Canada, the UK, or Germany when I thought I'd be making the move solo.) Isn't fate funny?
I reckon it's time for a comedy break, and I can think of no better choice for that than clips from Designing Women.
I've mentioned it on here before, but I was anorexic for 2 years in college and I pretty much fight a daily battle with body dysmorphia. For whatever reason, there is very little discussion (at least not as much as I reckon there should be) about what images men are receiving and how it impacts their self-esteem, particularly gay men. It's like all the fanfare around The Adonis Complex never happened. It may seem cliched to say so, but I truly believe that gay men can be our own worst enemies when it comes to making ourselves feel good about our bodies. In my case, I find that my worst critic is myself. I work out 5-6 times a week at a relatively intense pace, and often afterwards, I have to remind myself that I have pushed myself to the limit and not failed in comparison to other guys at the gym, some of whom have other things (i.e. steroids) that allow them to have a certain physique. Plus--and this is the hardest pill to swallow (npi)--my body is just genetically predisposed to being a certain way.
Now here's the big struggle, how does one get to the point of liking one's body without it veering into narcissism? I'll be honest with you, I don't know. I'd like to think that having a strong egalitarian streak can put a clamp on it, but who knows?
I still have my clothes from the days when I was overweight, and I still wear them. Honestly, the fashion crowd would have a field day with me, because I do not like to wear anything that conforms to my figure, I like things baggy. By baggy, I don't mean saggy, because I just don't get that whole trend of showing one's underwear to the world--at least in public. I just like to catch a breeze through my sleeves and my trousers or shorts. Fitted, in my view, feels restricted. As a writer and observer, there's a definite advantage to this: I blend in to the background, which is perfect, frankly.
I think it's time for another music break.
And that comrades, brings this celebration to a close. I would just like to thank everyone who has stopped by this corner since 2005, and hope that they've enjoyed their time here. I'm looking forward to bringing on another 1000 posts.
Now, since you know that I believe in opening numbers, you know I definitely believe in closing numbers, and who better to close it out than the one, the only MISIA.
Since this is the 999th post, it would only be appropriate to play the theme song to Galaxy Express 999.
What has really surprised me though is that this past night has seen Republican ugliness and just plain old bigotry front and center.
Have they forgotten that they are the ones most at fault for this mess? Or is that too cruel a notion to contemplate?
My god, I weep for Allen Payne. Here is a man who is not only stunning, but also quite talented as an actor (take note of his work in the rarely seen 30 Years to Life and in the more widely seen Jason's Lyric), and he's reduced to joint eye candy/straight man role with Lance Gross (who has the potential to do well, if he ever makes it out of the Hades that is Tyler Perry Studios).
For all of its faults, the late UPN could've made this work well, but since the Tyler Perry Juggernaut is involved, there is nobody in the room willing to say no.
Pitiful, but what is even more tragic in my view is that the majority of the cast (regardless of their skill at their art) don't have that many options--if any--outside the Perry empire of dreck.