The A-Train

We will name him Plumpy, or Gustav

For a whil now I've been campaigning for Family to get a puppy. Neighbors had puppies, and now I think they're going the cave. Cave right into a secret room full of puppies. Puppies with nebulous parentage.

I am also campaigning for Mom to stop dressing better than me.

FabSugar at Saks

Last night I went to the FabSugar event at Saks downtown. Aside from the amazingly camp crystallized sugar champagne, what just tickled me was getting thrown back into an actual community of internet folk, and meeting the two ladies in charge of the sensory overload fabulosity that is the FabSugar network. All those Sugars -- Gawker's gay nephew? Little sister with ADHD? Either way, any Brittons out there need to bookmark FabSugar UK like nobody's business.

I wasn't really on it with the photos, but if you wanna see a few take a look here...

I promise this will become less of a livejournal when I get back to events and jobs and jobs at events. But for now, today's cross section of the "things that made me laugh a lot and reasons I am glad to be back in the same state as old friends" venn diagram:

Also I'll stop writing about Marisa. Good day.

"You're an idiot. You should leave." - Marisa Tom

The problem with dual regionality, and really just having two of anything, is this tendency to get really compare-ey compare-ey and swept away with little details of both places/things/ideas. For example last night I went to NoPa, Nopark, whatever, for the first time. It being new and nice and a sheep's throw from the Full House house made me nostalgic for a San Francisco that I've never actually had much experience with. There's a lot of SF lore that you kind of can't help but absorb, and I've usually been good at keeping it in check with the help of my Anglophilia or whatever. But all it took were a house full of people I genuinely like, Glen Perry getting me ginger ale in the morning and the mere idea of attending the GLAAD awards with Marisa and I'm thinking about apartment prices and BART passes and crab baskets.

But then I know the minute I get back to London and the PPC starts up, all the gatorade and taco bell in the world couldn't lure me back. At least for now.

Things boys did etc etc OMG ITS MEGHAN AND JONATHAN HUNG'S PHOTOS

Photo by Jonathan Hung

This made it onto vice today. Not for family or friends of family. Here.

Besides it was mostly Fiona. Hah. I keed I keed.