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Nude-It

Greg — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 04:37:43 +0000

Check out this amazing iPhone app from my friend at whoisthebaldguy.com. Yep, there’s an app for that.

Spot On

Greg — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 05:48:15 +0000

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Thin Walls

Greg — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 05:33:13 +0000

For months, actually ever since I moved into my apartment, I’ve been conscious of the thin walls in my building. There are six units here and we are all up in each other’s business. I share a wall in the bedroom with my next door neighbor. Judging from the amount of things I can hear coming from his apartment, lord knows what he can hear coming from mine. I try to keep it fairly quiet. For privacy and respect. I don’t really listen to music in the bedroom and spend most of my time in the other room anyway. Other times, I’m too busy to care how loud it gets in here. Oh!

A young couple and their 3 year old son used to live next door. The kid would sing constantly and run from one end of the apartment to the other. This little shit was doing suicides day and night. Possibly training for a marathon. Julian was hyperactive and a nightmare to live next to. They moved away on my birthday and it was the best present anyone could ask for. For the most part, the guy that lives there now is quiet. Not enough to complain about here.

One thing I’m conscious of is my alarm clock. I use an iPhone as an alarm clock and she goes to bed with me. The alarm’s actual volume is not that loud, but after a long night of restless, intermittent sleep, when that thing goes off in the morning it sounds like shoes in a dryer on a runway at Newark International. I’m trying to subtly imply that it’s loud. Especially to someone disoriented from a dream they were just having about benevolent (and helpful!) robots. I’m pretty sure the guy next door goes to work later than me and I always feel slightly bad that I might be waking him up. I wasn’t quite sure he was actually hearing the alarm in the morning… And at the end of the day, I don’t really care. A man’s gotta wake up to make a living. But at least I had a little guilt about it?

Yesterday morning, my alarm went off as usual. I rolled over, blindly searching for my phone to tap the snooze button, but something wasn’t right. It was 6:30 am. My alarm wasn’t going off. Did I just dream my alarm went off? Did a dream alarm just wake me up? If I start having alarm dreams I’m really screwed. Don’t make me call the Dream Police. They live inside of my head.

No dream alarms. It was the guy next door. He apparently uses an iPhone for his alarm as well. And he’s using the exact same alarm tone as me. Well now I know if he can hear mine. I swear I thought my alarm, the one that is in bed with me, was vibrating and playing that dreadful melody I hear every morning. Heard it as clear as monday morning. Apparently it’s time to reconsider what passes for quiet.

Pretty sure we sleep right next to each other. I imagine his pillow is propped right up against the opposite side of the wall. I bet there’s less than six inches of sheet rock between our heads. I’m moving my bed. And I’m changing my alarm tone. I don’t feel comfortable not only being on this guy’s new schedule but sleeping next to a man separated by a decades old, six inch, mold-infested partition.

Thin Walls No Match for Fornicating NYers

Pull Out

Greg — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 05:01:20 +0000

Just finished watching my second documentary on love and relationships in as many weeks. Pull Out was made by my dear friend Jyllian about 6 years ago. I’ve known Jyllian Gunther for about 4 years now. We have worked together hundreds of times and she’s a super talented writer and free-spirited dame. I knew about Pull Out long ago. I’ve had the DVD. And for some reason, the DVD collected dust. I may have watched it once, but glossed over it. I was in a different place then than I am now and didn’t really take notice. Perhaps I was just mesmerized that someone I knew could make a feature length doc. I watched it tonight and realized what I was missing.

In the film, Jyllian goes back to her ex-boyfriends, interviews them, and tries to figure out what went wrong. Looking for answers. Closure perhaps. A taboo often not broached or spoken about in relationships. You have to wonder who out there wants to do this and who has the balls to actually go through with it. I saw the movie as one of self-discovery. It was coarse at times. Uncomfortable. But as much as I HATE to use this word when describing a movie, this one struck me as brave, even courageous. It is supremely personal and you as the viewer are left as voyeur, working out in your mind how the conclusions made in the film effect your own life. At least I was.

It’s on Hulu, but if you really like it, you should buy the DVD. It’s also on iTunes.

Thought Bubble 15

Greg — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:41:54 +0000

You’ve probably had dirty thoughts about someone who can read your mind. You probably walked right passed them.

Robot Kiss

Greg — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 11:51:16 +0000

Love at first byte.

You gave your love to me softly

Greg — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 14:54:20 +0000

La la la, she said to me… My buddy took me out for a very belated birthday, but I didn’t mind. We had a good time. As the night was winding down, he suggests we go to a strip club. I initially resisted, but was easily talked into it. I’ve been to strip clubs before, but I’m generally not that into them. Mainly because I’m the worst at these places. I hate fending off barely bikini-clad women that come over at a near once-a-minute pace, small talk for about 30 seconds, then ask if I’d like a dance. I’m simply too nice to go to a gentleman’s club. I really want to say, “No thanks. But it’s not YOU. You’re pretty. Don’t take it personally. Sorry.” They don’t care, they just want to move on to their next mark. But I apparently do.

I can’t figure it out. The concept is completely foreign to me. I find it hard to objectify women like that. Even though they want me to. They’re begging me to. Forget the fact that I hate parting with my hard-earned money for a couple of minutes of good views. That’s right purveyors of live adult entertainment, I don’t get you.

My friend generously bought me a lap dance. That was nice of him. I picked out a cute one and waited for her to come over. But she avoided me. So I decided to go over to her. Indeed, I asked a stripper for a lap dance. She agreed. (Yes!) We find a spot and she starts talking dirty and I start feeling awkward about it. Hands planted firmly at my side, I ask, “Are you ok, Nikita?” Nikita ignored me.

They seem to want to chit chat while this is going on. I don’t like to chit chat. I can’t stand it when the person cutting my hair wants to talk. But when I’m forced to, I default to the nurturing, kind sir that I am. “Have you given thought to your future?” “What do you want to do with your life?” “There’s always technical school.”

Their response is usually the same. “Do you want another dance?”

“Oh, no thanks. And thank you for the dance. Here is your money.”

Yes, this is all contrary to my claims of being an asshole. But I’m speaking the truth.

Cocktails at the Centre of the Earth

Greg — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 00:28:46 +0000

I am remiss in not posting this earlier. After sending the invitation to my mom, I must have thought everyone would know by now. Mom, you were really lax in promoting Simon’s play this year.

My friend Simon Astor, the brilliant and maniacal man that he is, went and wrote another play. The spelling of ‘Centre’ in the title should tell you all you need to know about it. This is going to be a sexy thrill-ride! From what little I know about the plot, I know it’ll be sexy. I had the pleasure of working with Simon on Witch Prison and I hear this tops it.

In addition, my brother in arms Richard Grant is handling the music again. The one thing I know about Lightnin’, and this is the ONLY thing, is that that boy know how to make music. It should be great. If you can make it this week, you really should stop by and check it out. Opens Wednesday 7/8.

All the details are here…
http://www.theateronline.com/pb.xzc?PK=21169

It’s Trivariety!

Greg — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 19:30:20 +0000

Last night I looked through my iTunes library and realized I don’t have any Motörhead songs. I know of Motörhead and everyone knows who Lemmy is, (Lemmy Kilmister, the lead singer and bassist of Motörhead) but I’m pretty sure I’ve never heard a complete Motörhead song before. I could sing the chorus to “Ace of Spades”, but that’s about it. Well I downloaded some and I found out something about Motörhead: I’m not really into Motörhead.

I just happen to have a few iTunes credits… which I won in a stunning come-from-behind victory at Trivariety!

Trivariety is -as the name implies- part trivia game, part variety show. Teams assemble to compete in a 20 questions two-round format while local actors and musicians perform in various skits. Often acting out the questions themselves. An irreverent mix of sex and humor and fabulous prizes! Last night we had the alluring Minsky Sisters doing burlesque tap and acting out scenes from movies. The questions are generally pop culture; spanning geography, history, literature, and film. Trivariety is the brain-child of Simon Astor (Witch Prison) and Meg Van Huygen. The show is put on every other Monday night. I’d been meaning to check it out for a while now and so glad I did. Not just because our team won. (The Stella our Twats) The show’s great!

All of this goes down at The Fortune Cookie Lounge in the basement of Lucky Chengs on 1st at 1st. Ex Speakeasy. Ex Bath house. Now it’s just a little ol’ Drag Queen Cabaret Bar. Perfectly grimy and dark enough to enhance the mis en scene of trivia night. Ask Simon, he might just show you around the ancient inner-workings of the place.

Do your soul a favor and go to Trivariety. You don’t even need your own team. You can just pair up with someone already there. A guaranteed good time.

Don’t believe me? Check out the review in Time Out.

Minute Men

Greg — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 19:52:01 +0000

Be prepared to be sick to your stomach. Stamina Pillows are a new take on a very old problem. Here’s an invention that is so simple in it’s design and execution, you wonder why we’re just seeing these now. These pillows are simultaneously brilliant and vomit-inducing!

Linens designed to increase a man or woman’s stamina in bed by offering pictures of horrifically ugly people embroidered right on them. The idea is that you look at these and instantly lose any mojo you may have had going. Kind of like thinking about your Grandma naked, minute men.

What started as an ad campaign for Durex Performa condems turned into something far more than they expected. Durex had to print hundreds more of the stamina pillows because they were such a success.

Quite frankly, these things are so disgusting they could easily spoil the whole affair. I’m truly scarred by these images.

This link is slightly NSFW
www.popgive.com