A few days ago, I met one of the most beautiful male creatures. He's in town for a couple of months for a project, has no problem with my porn career, is almost as nomadic and transient as I am, and at *least* as obsessed with keeping his naughty bits cootie free and in working order. His name is ''pretty boy toy" or pbt.
Pbt kept my bed warm last night, and hopefully will continue to fairly frequently while he's in town. I'm excited, I enjoy having the kind of human space heater in my life that upon walking into my apartment immediately goes to the bookshelf and starts talking about how amazing Enders Game is and how someone needs to make a movie out of The Dragonriders of Pern. Oh, and he has an appreciation for *and* an ability to constructively criticize my work with clothing.
Yesterday evening was also the 'future filmmakers of america' meeting in the parking lot of my building, trying to brainstorm for alleyways in Los Angeles. A couple of my friends are in the masters program at a film school here in LA and one of them is going to be filming a mini-project at my apartment soon. It's really nice to have creative chaos going on around me again though, and maybe I can convince him to take some stills so I can post the amazing oddness of my apartment.
In other news, Jacks POV 9 is in pre-order, my audio interview with xcritic.com is up (which I'm sure you know if you're reading this), and really, more participation in the forums here needs to happen.
Everything is exciting, this is shaping up to be one of those months that stand out in memory as magical, and the only thing that could make it more magical is Dana DeArmond's fist and my butt.
 I lied. Someone just told me that they have cans of Jim Beam in Australia. That's about as magical as life gets.