A lot of work has gone into my dreadlocks. They are time-consuming and difficult to achieve so I made sure they were pretty much perfect (it's one of the very few vain things I've done for my appearance). Alterna-yuppies are poseurs by definition.

As is probably healthy. I disagree with him half the time; I just love the conversations he sparks.

I hate any and all pictures of myself (I know I should get over it, but I haven't). But, for the record, I am a dreadlocked black man with a goatee and what I'm told is a nice smile. A drunk straight friend of mine said I have a "noble" profile. If I were asked to rate myself on a scale of 1 to 10, I wouldn't. …

Old-school Dan Savage was every bit the biphobic dick you razzed three years ago. He has since repented on that one, though he does maintain that often gay men come out in steps, one of those steps being claiming bisexuality. Since that happens, Savage takes the statement- especially from young men-"I'm bisexual"…

No problem, when duty calls, duty calls. I thought I'd branch out a bit for the holidays. Most of meager social life is internet-based at the moment and I'm not about to turn down an offer of friendship because of some bullshit reticence on my part to try out basic social media.

I know, I live about 15 minutes from it.

Doing so would either be animal cruelty or masochism.

It's like a five-mile radius of aerosolized Bar Floor Concentrate.

I was just there, a block from the Sriracha plant, while they were actively grinding peppers. The smell was slightly peppery, and not a tenth as bad as the Budweiser factory in Van Nuys barely 35 miles away.

Hey! Are you at Lewis and Clark (if that's not too personal?)?

The Dan Savage story? I am a frequent guest at The Stranger website. Go on…

People fell so hard for this show in the beginning that every minor flaw now gets a ridiculous amount of attention. Homeland still beats the shit out of most of the hourlongs.

Funny has its advantages. For instance, you can play the beautiful and achingly sad Dummy in mixed company without having vivid sexual recall.

Bitching about people who comment on/critique TV shows on the TV Club section of The A.V. Club website…for your next trick, how about you travel to San Francisco and complain about all the gay folks?

That's exactly the thing; no one asked you.

Sorry, but my inner 12-year old is laughing his ass off (Down in a Hole?). And yes I am lucky- I knew guy whose first time was set to death metal. And a girl in my Human Sexuality decal (a student-run elective for credit) lost hers to "Who Let The Dogs Out?"

And "Smooth Operator".

Sorry if this is TMI, but I lost my virginity to Dummy. Sade was in the mix as well. Regardless, I will always love this song.

Clean the house/start the meal for the holidays. Practical, but not fun.

Ewan McGregor in Velvet Goldmine. All kinds of awesome and a great film on top of it (with Toni Collette!).