Joseph

When 45 degrees and sunny makes you wonder if there's an outdoor happy hour available, you may realize Rochester's winter has impacted you more deeply than you had realized.

"Bye Bye Birdie" was the first classic musical I did. After being cast I watched the five-years-old 1995 adaptation. In rewatching it as an old theatre f-g my first thought about the group scenes is that you can really tell Ann Reinking choreographed the telefilm.

Critical followup.

Took myself for an early dinner in the neighborhood. Now hanging with my favorite man, Leo.

I feel like I am in an indie movie that could be shot in interesting ways but whose content is neither interesting nor inspiring. But maybe at a specific point something witty or insightful happens. And then back to stylized drudgery.

Tonight was one of those nights I spend time cleaning things that don't get a lot of attention and also seem to get dirtier as you clean them. (Primarily under radiators.) It is all an uphill battle, but something catches my eye, and then my cat thinks it's a game, which is cute in its own way.

The sequencing of albums I chose for this evening works so well.

A fun Reddit thread suggested he is emulating how snakes eat eggs.

Planning content for The Nation must be frustrating. There are afffairs subject to so much change that committing commentary to print must be a tough call.

And The New Yorker often has outdated content given the pace of sweeping change these days.

The way I polish my floors is annoying because then my stocking feet slip on them and I look quite silly or perhaps insubordinate. My cat thinks I'm absurd.

You'll be warmed up for the hosting, for sure!

"Unrepentant Geraldines" is a strong Tori Amos album I overlooked for a long time.

Though I am uninterested in the film to which it relates, Lady Gaga's "Harlequin" album is great and the work of hers I play most often these days.

While you look good with facial hair, you aren't someone whose visage requires it!

Being mostly off social media means I missed Mink Stole doing a show in Rochester last night. I am a bit bummed.

Important touchpoint between the office and my 6 p.m. yoga class.

Leo is sitting on my console table and cuddling with Barbra Streisand. No notes.

Michelle Obama endorsing watching "Real Housewives" does something to assuage my lingering guilt about indulging such absurdity.

A prominent Bluesky elder already hosts Jeopardy

Rearranged my sun room.

Friday vibes.

Whenever I hear "Pumped Up Kicks" I remember dancing to a remix of it at a gay club in 2012 and thinking, "This isn't appropriate."

And now I think more about how the vast majority of my department at work wasn't mid-20s in 2012.

Leo helps me pick out an album.

As ambivalent as I am about continuing "The White Lotus," I'm all in for another season when you add Sandra Bernard.

Someone mentioned excitement about the ads to me today and I had to remember that's even a thing.

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