Two things:

1) I’ve set up a feed of my Flickr photos in the sidebar. My new phone has a camera, so I’ll use it. My phone number finally ported to the new phone yesterday – it turned out someone was supposed to give me a phone number that would automatically start the process, but I didn’t find this out until I went to the Verizon store yesterday to find out why my number hadn’t ported after five days. Even after doing that, it still required another phone call to customer service last night, where I spoke to a very helpful woman. So it’s done, and as Russ told me, I’ll probably never have to call Verizon customer service again.

2) My birthday is next Tuesday. I’ll be 2⁵ years old. Hooray for powers of 2. I’d rather be turning 25 than 2⁵, but what can you do? Oh yeah… you can buy me stuff. If you like.

We saw two movies this weekend.

Today was Brokeback Mountain. Hmm. Objectively, I thought it was a great movie – wonderfully acted and directed and filmed. But it didn’t really move me. That wouldn’t be such a big deal to me except that I keep hearing things about people leaving the theater crying. Matt, surprisingly, was sniffling and wiping his eyes at the end – surprising because I’m usually the more emotional one. I don’t know why I wasn’t as affected – perhaps I couldn’t identify with stoic cowboys; perhaps I’m tired of gay movies that don’t have happy endings. I don’t know. None of this means I didn’t enjoy the movie – I did. I just think it was meant more for straight America than for us gay boys.

Last night was The Producers. I don’t know what the critics are talking about – it was hysterical. Over the top, perhaps, but, duh. That’s the point.

And now Matt is watching the ABC TV production of Once Upon a Mattress, making this the gayest movie weekend ever.

R.I.P. John Spencer. I can’t believe he was only 58.

I wonder how The West Wing will handle this.