…was fucking amazing. I haven’t been too stoked on the SF International Film Fest so far, but this powerful documentary made it all worth it. Read my review at SF Metblogs (with pictures of protesters), and hopefully soon I’ll have the video uploaded of the q and a with director Eric Steel; if anyone knows…

I just asked my downstairs neighbor if he knew what happened to my bike; he’s the only one with garage access besides the landlord and rents the garage (I have it on my lease to store my bike there). He gave me a really weird story about how once my bike smelled like gas so…

I spent part of my day dealing with the fact that either my landlord or my downstairs neighbor knocked over my motorcycle so hard that they bent the clutch handle underneath the handlebar, snapped the clutch cable, cracked my front turn signal, snapped off my rear turn signal and scratched my gas tank. No one…

I’m imagining that the light from my office is casting dramatic shadows down the hall. It probably is, but I just noticed that it got dark out while I was in here, toiling away over my excel spreadsheet for Best Women’s Erotica 2007. I’ve winnowed the almost 300 submissions down to 27 contenders; I still…

And I happened to be there with my camera, and liveblogged it twice in Castro on fire and Castro accident in pictures.

…my boobies have a full life of their own, with ups and downs and (as it turns out) a glamorous international modeling career, as seen on the front page of Fleshbot right now! Sort of like William Shatner’s toupee on that episode of Robot Chicken, where while he sleeps it crawls off his head, travels…