Brad Walsh

Everything We Do is on Record

Thursday, January 18th, 2007

Geneva and I are in this video for Melody Club’s “Fever Fever” together. I remember being filmed that night but I didn’t know what it was for or what was going on at the time. I spy Sinead, Alfie, Mike, Elise, and Texas, too.

Tomorrow (Friday) come to this!

Doggie Style

Wednesday, January 17th, 2007

Well, DJ was adopted; our very first successful fostering. So in honor of today being the last day I get to spend with him, here are a bunch of really fucking adorable pictures of him being a little bastard (and biting Dan).

I had another stomach seizure and 3am painful writhing on the bathroom floor last night. I’m sick of professionals not knowing what’s wrong with me. It’s been getting better since the ER visit, but I think maybe it’s citrus/acid that’s still upsetting me. For a couple days I was eating very well, simple things like breads and rice and some vegetables. But then yesterday I drank a glass of lemonade and had a small orange, and woke up in ridiculous pain. Maybe I’ll only eat bread and water from now on.

Oh No

Tuesday, January 16th, 2007

My big external (necessary) flash is finally actually broken. After being stepped on and bumped into for six months by drunk people it is no more. I added a cheap replacement to my Amazon wishlist. Eh?

American Hospital Apparel

Monday, January 15th, 2007

On Friday we had a sort of impromptu dinner party and a bunch of people came over to eat lasagna and guacamole (separately) and drink and play with the dog.

Geneva made heart-shaped cupcakes for dessert,

which was appropriate because we also had a live performance from Victoria Cupcakes (of Cupcake Mall) that was recorded for Junk. You can see it here.




Justin and Melissa came by and dealt with us for a while. Fauxmophobia over Mommie Dearest is totally 2007.

Anna had some hair issues.

DJ was the life of the party.

Janelle DJed and Faran danced.

Victoria Cupcakes got smeared with such,

and Chelsea got plenty of action asleep on my bed.

Lots of people I love came to our party, though sadly we were Gurjless. Plenty of photos of them all here.

Anna and Geneva and Mike and Ryan and I went to Calling All Kids later on in the evening.

And then on Saturday as I was getting ready to go to Cameron and Romina’s party I started feeling sick again. I got really bad stomach pains and threw up dinner (spaghetti the second time around is probably the singlemost disgusting thing to have in your nose). So when I started throwing up blood we went to the emergency room. Kathy escorted me and waited like a saint as nothing happened forfuckingever. We watched Miss Congeniality on the little TV, and then when it was over, Miss Congeniality came on again from the beginning. Then when that was over it was Fools Rush In. I wanted to kill myself. Five excruciating hours later, after I had knelt in someone else’s pee in the restroom and thrown up everything possible in my body to throw up, we got past the waiting room and into an ER bed. They took urine and haphazard blood samples to test, greased me up and gave me a sonogram, and did some chest x-rays. I didn’t make it to MisShapes as I had planned, but I did manage to have someone tell me to “stand against the wall, hands on your hips, head to the side, and push your shoulders forward.” It was just like the white wall, only with more radiation. I spent hours in the ER bed, too, and finally got home after five in the morning.

Kathy took some pictures as I was woozy from an empty stomach, no sleep all night, down about twelve gallons of blood, and running high on a painkiller IV:

That’s pretty gay.

But, so, I’m not dying. No surgery required and nothing to be worried about, as far as I know.

DJ meets DJ meets DJ

Monday, January 15th, 2007

I am a puppy foster parent! Kathy and I got DJ from Waggytail a few days ago and we may have already found a home for him, which kinda sucks because we loooove him. He’s a Westie/Cairn terrier mix.

DJ the dog meets DJ the houseguest:

This weekend brought a crazy party at my house where we had TV stars and rock stars (and blog stars) in attendance and a live performance, and then I went to the emergency room and blood went all over. I’ll have more on that later…

New Sensation

Wednesday, January 10th, 2007

Everything is weird right now. With my body, with guys, and with the world. I am going to try to get into the doctor’s office on Friday, but that will only help one of the three. Well, maybe two, if I happen to run into a stunning and rich gay doctor who thinks I should sever all ties and move into his pool house. But then, I don’t really have the body or the vacancy to be a pool boy. And also, I don’t really want to date a doctor. But I do like stunning and rich.

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by life. I don’t know why everything feels 100% different, because very little has changed other than my relationship status and the number at the end of the date. I have opportunities but I’m mostly apathetic. I’m scared that I don’t feel ripped apart after breaking up with the biggest love I can remember. Again, what is wrong with me?

What Is My Problem?

Tuesday, January 9th, 2007

As I was going to sleep last night, my back started to hurt, on the right side, sort of in the middle at the bottom of my rib cage. It got worse and worse and soon my stomach and side were hurting too. I could barely move at one point. Then I felt really sick for about five minutes and almost threw up. It very slowly went away and I fell asleep with it subsiding. I woke up this morning a little achy but nothing like last night; it just feels now like I got punched a few days ago. Am I dying?

With the exception of a small piece of chicken in the pasta at Kathy’s parents’ house on the weekend, I still haven’t eaten any meat because I’m still on this rice and vegetables kick. Last night was sautéed string beans; Anna came over to help cook and she and Kathy and Dan and I ate it all and then had spoonfuls of cake frosting while watching Flavor of Love and I Love New York.

I got the idea from Sarah to foster dogs for little stints at a time since we can’t own one permanently. We aren’t home enough to properly give a dog the attention it deserves, but if the choice is having a dog go a little stir-crazy in our house or be put to sleep because the post-holiday pound is overcrowded, I’d much rather take it on for a few weeks until it’s adopted. This way it’s still alive and we have something fuzzy to come home to and play with all weekend. Also, I just fucking love dogs.

We! Are! Your Friends!

Monday, January 8th, 2007

Since Danny is missing his luggage still, he’s been buying new clothes (and getting reimbursed from the airline, which is nice) and wearing mine. To sleep in, I let him borrow “the other pair” of pajama pants that I’ve had for about six years and spent almost an entire year in. They’re a little ragged.

But they’re fine for washing dishes in.

It was sixty degrees on Friday and seventy on Saturday. My backyard was sunny and warm.

How has it not snowed yet? It’s January in New York City. Is this the beginning of the end? Danny and I were bored and it was apocalypto, so we took the opportunity to picnic in the gravetard! I just mis-typed “graveyard” three times in a row so I figure I should just leave it “gravetard.”

My shadow ended up in a lot of the photos I took.

The fisheye lens turned this tile wall with a beetle on it into a disco ball. With a beetle on it.

For some reason this tree was naked. With purpose. Somebody stripped this tree very precisely.

We went inside the chapel and there was nobody else there, so I finally went up onto the altar to get a good picture of the stained glass.

And then we prayed for Britney Spears.

Saturday night we and Kathy and Anna went to the Sun Factory to see James and Jackson play. I was absolutely the oldest person in the room.

I had seen Frankpollis play before, but I don’t think I paid much attention, because this time I noticed that they’re actually really good. They have good songs and they play them very well. And they make sixteen-year-olds dance like retards. We ran into Matt and Chelsea later and they did the same old thing they always do.

This weekend we managed to take Dan to all the old regulars, and we spent quality sitting time at them all.

Sunday was fantastic. We all piled into my car and swung by to pick up Sinead to go up to Yorktown and hang out with Alfie and Megan and Kathy’s family. We went to get coffee and to the mall to embarrass ourselves. I bought two sweaters and had keys copied.

This is Sinead hiding from the suburban boys in the mall who know her because she’s a famous tranny go-go actress model and pop star who hosted that show once with Salman Rushdie’s wife.

Trying New Things

Friday, January 5th, 2007

I’ve basically been an unwitting vegetarian all week without realizing it, and I’m not too averse to the idea now. I’ve been eating vegetables and rice for every meal because I found some things I like, and occasional pasta. Today for lunch I had one of the veggie sandwiches from Starbucks. We never have meat in the house because we buy it at a separate grocery store than the one we buy everything else from, and we hate going there. I haven’t been ordering food, either, I’ve been making it. So maybe I will try it out. New year, new diet, newly single. And it’s really pretty sad, because love is still there. Nothing bad happened. It was just inevitable, I guess. I don’t have anything else to say about it on the internet.

Here are some of my favorite photos from Jimmie’s shoot. See the rest here.

Dan is Missing Two Sacks

Thursday, January 4th, 2007

As of two days ago Dan/Danny/DJ is staying with me for a month. His flight from Chicago was originally supposed to get in around nine something in the evening, but it was delayed twice and eventually cancelled. By the time a new plane was found, his arrival time had changed to eleven something. So I got to LaGuardia around then and parked. Danny called from the plane and said that they hadn’t gotten off yet and were sitting on the runway because the airport didn’t have room for them to dock and unload. It was almost twelve when he found me sitting by the American Airlines baggage, and kicked my shoe. The next several hours were spent wondering where the baggage was coming out, when it was coming out, which bags were from which flight (they consolidated three flights’ bags onto one conveyer despite every other conveyer being open and empty). At one point a man told everyone “this is what’s called a [something]. It means there’s no snow, there’s no ice, there’s no gas leak, it’s just that the [American Airlines] workers are disgruntled and refuse to work now.” They had unloaded some of the bags but not all of them, and there were probably four or five hundred people standing around waiting indefinitely. Danny filed a missing bag form, and he still hasn’t gotten any word on what’s going on.

While people were waiting for bags, a ridiculous woman near me called information and asked for the number for the Channel 7 News. She tried to be discreet about it and was obviously ashamed that she was being that woman. She got through to the newsroom and started embellishing every detail she could in an attempt to get her ass on TV. “It is just pandemonium.” “Some people have been waiting six hours, I heard.” “Someone told me the airport employees are on strike.” “You should really come down here.” “There are children crying!” All of which was true. She did hear that some people had been waiting six hours… when she made it up and told everyone around her. Someone did tell her the employees were on strike… but it was another woman who was also making things up. There were children crying… but it was because they were beating each other up. We got out of there before the news showed up, if they did. But not before we were accosted by a drunk Alpha Kappa Alpha from St. Louis who kept repeating “these bags are from yesterday.”

So last night I did my second of two Junk model shoots in one day, and I’m so happy with how they turned out. I shot Meryl last week and those are up, and I shot Michael and Jimmie yesterday. Once I go through them and sort everything out they will go up, probably by or on the weekend.

I just got off the phone with someone I thought was history.