FHC’s resurrected blog

In which FHC does not return YOUR phone call

I spent Christmas day in my cave with the curtains shut ignoring my friends’ phone calls. I worked on a little project I had too long postponed and that I need to complete before Martin Luther King Day (hint: it doesn’t have anything to do with the civil rights movement).Ok maybe I wrote a few Xmas card to myself to make time go by quicker. Who the f**ck are you to judge me ? I noted however that Alex A. left town, Rodolphe came back, LL spent the day “interacting” with his family with the help of his favorite drink and Kevin D. was on his way to celebrate his wedding in Louisiana with his parents in law, the Ws. I also rejoiced about being almost done with the holidays (New Year’s Eve is left but I usually manage to get through by drinking to the point of being sick – I just really need to score an invitation somewhere), hated Kylie Minogue all day and boiled with rage about the fact that a young woman at Sergio’s guessed my age to be 34. Finally, I started to read and re-read Karl’s blog. It now is 6:38 p.m. and I am seriously envisioning to switch my smelly old pajamas and conical hat for something more appropriate for dinner with young Patterson. I’ll certainly not shave but I might shower. Depending.

Did you know that on friendster you can select which one will appaear in your profile ? couldn’t that lead to some tensions ? Also if I was born in the US, would my life be a little more like Justin’s ?

HBP is out, Posh is back !

As I was running at lunchtime on the mall (that’s what I like with FHC, he keeps his promises). I was unlucky enough to find myself surrounded by a so-called pro-life demonstration. I had some impulsive distaste for these hordes of primitive peasants dragging their handicapped children in the rain as a token of their curious totalitarianism. They were carrying eloquent banners which read moderate and thoughtful messages such as “Abortion brought curses onto America” (I always believed those were due to homosexuality and felt quite reassured). My thought was that it must indeed be very hard to be a Republican and have to cater to such an angry and ignorant self-righteous, pageant competing, super-bowl watching crowd. I will not even comment on their outfits. W. must sometimes feel that he is the modern Ponce Pilate. It is the unfortunate destiny of all demagogic elite.

I was planning to tell you about some of my recent adventures but I completely forgot them besides the fact that I started crying over “Just like Heaven” with Reese Witherspoon in the plane which was really embarrassing as I was seated not far away from a colleague. I shouted “"CONJECTIVITIS!” but had to ask the flight attendant to give me a big hug. I really wonder why I become so sensitive when I get in the air…

In other internet related news, I spent part of my morning running some Googlefights and obtained interesting results. I really enjoyed reading Vividblurry’s and Fagat’s entries on the Hot Boy Posse (I knew I was missing something in my internet isolation). The entire debate is actually completely irrelevant and obsolete as I read in Time magazine that Posh (Posh like in sophisticated and classy/Nautica advertising not like David Beckam’s Posh) is back and that “it’s ok to be high born again”. Clearly those people are anything but classy and do not even belong in an Apple Center (we know because FHC is French and they are automatically posh). Let’s just pray that it makes it to the gay bars in time and that gays start thinking they are better than everyone else cuz they went to boarding school and not because they have a hot body!. Perhaps with Euan Blair’s arrival in DC as he is expected to intern with the Republicans for three months.

Also thanks to Ollie (photo) and KMZ for their welcome home notes...we appreciate your support.

DMV and 2005 Friends of FHC diversity Program

First of all, I still cannot edit le blog and this is again a remote entry. All of that is very frustrating and smells like a conspiracy. Very much so.

LL left me sick in my bed this morning for NYC where he picked up the keys of his Chelsea garconnière. I have a cold and could not sleep very well. It might also be because I AM TERRIFIED OF HAVING TO GO TO THE DMV. After having drunk much too many diet cokes in bars because I did not have my passport, I decided to apply for a driving license. Before I even moved to the United States, I knew that there were two dreadful places on earth: (i) the DMV; and (ii) Geneva. People compare it to a root canal, white water rafting, watching the Revenge of the Sith, a short stint in purgatory or paying taxes .they describe it as filled with many negative forces and as a dark, cold and muddy place. I even heard petrifying stories about young healthy ambitious young men going down to the DMV and never returning. I only accepted to go because I will be 30 soon and LL said he would come with me. LL said I should not stress about it and that it is useless to do so but I am panicked. I think I'll get high before. I have to find some ruffies..

We watched DEBS this week-end, a teenage movie with a lesbian romance twist recommended by fantastic Chris R.. I guess on the cultural level it is interesting. Am I right Chris R. or did I miss something? Following his very pertinent comment below, I'd like to launch the "2005 Friends of FHC diversity Program" and make available a maximum of 17 friends and acquaintances spots to be filled exclusively by ethnic minorities (Brazilians need not apply), pregnant teenagers and other women. Applications are now opened.

Among the news nobody cares about, I received an e-mail for Botox and a co-worker asked me today how I managed to get so much gray hair in six months. Thomas B. and Alex S are apparently back together. Mike G. was dropped by a stripper from Secrets at his marital apartment on Massachusetts avenue early this morning but then who cares about Mike G's pitiful life ?.

What about the housing bubble ? when does the market crash ? when will I get a studio for 150K ? Finally, I read today in the newspaper today tat 40% of households have a digital camera and that made me feel anxious.