Brad Walsh

I Have No Energy

A long day resulted in me being exhausted from thinking, and I haven’t been sleeping much again, so I needed to do something ridiculous. Yesterday afternoon I dragged Kathy to gawk at that retard David Blaine in his water bubble at Lincoln Center.

Really, what is exemplary about this? Air tube, feeding tube. Then he’s gonna hold his breath for a long time. Nothing thousands of hospital patients and scuba divers aren’t doing right this very minute. Once we got there and saw hundreds of people waiting in a huge line to see him up close, Kathy couldn’t stop laughing.

I went to Happy Valley with Trent and David to see Dita Von Teese.

Marilyn Manson is a very tall man, and kind of breathtaking to stand in front of. Today I had a close encounter with Whoopi Goldberg. Sister Mary Clarence herself, hot damn! Daniel Vosovic is shorter in person than I imagined he would be, but still just as adorable.

Why does the milk carton advertise Hot Feet?

“Hot Feet” is not something I want written on my milk.

As for my lack of update, something crazy that involved me and an MTV casting director happened earlier this week, and it may result in something fun happening soon, so send me some good thoughts. Apparently it’s down to a surprisingly low number, if I’m to believe everything I read.