So yesterday I spent the day in the darkroom.

The first day this year, actually, so there were tons of contact sheets to make, going all the way back to last October or whatever.

There was a bunch of stuff that I wanted to blow up, but I didn't have time to do everything. I wish that I had, because it was one of those magic days in the darkroom, the kind where you barely have to do any test strips, because the choices that you make are invariably right, and there is not a speck of dust on the negs and there are a miriad of beautiful shots to choose from.

It was jut golden. I felt like I couldn't make a mistake. If it wasn't for this dreadful girl caterwauling along to the radio in the darkroom next to mine, it would have been perfect! Well, I had my Walkman, so I guess it was.

Cynthia's birthday is next week, so I blew up a bunch of pictures of her various children. I really much scan some of these pictures sometime. Next week, I promise.

Then I ran to the theatre only to find out that they had replaced me in the box office. Which would have been nice had I not just spent eight dollars on a cab ride uptown.

But ah well, I was so tired after the darkroom (whether it's a good day or a bad day, it's always an exhausting day) that I didn't mind a bit, so I just went uptown to head Nik off at the pass before he came down to the theatre to get me.

We decided to get the movie tickets first, thinking that two hours before showtime would probably be sufficient, and, surprisingly enough, it was!

Then we went to dinner at Vinyl, where Tracing and I had gone when we went to see A Walk on the Moon the other week, because I wanted to have the most perfectest creme brulee in the whole world again.

Nik begged to differ. Her said that, while very good, it wasn't a patch on the real most perfectest creme brulee in the whole world, which was available at a restaurant down by Gramercy Park, and he will take me there to prove it.

He will have to, because I just cannot take his word.

Then we saw Pushing Tin.

It was good, with reservations. I mean, it has John Cusack and Billy Bob Thornton in it, how bad can it be, but the story's all over the place and just needs tightening, and Angelina Jolie was great, but underused and she certainly should sue the hair stylist for putting her in that unbecoming wig, and Cate Blanchett was in a different movie than everyone else. I don't know what she was doing, but she really wasn't very good at all.

But Cusack and Billy Bob were just swell, and looking at the lives of air traffic controllers and what they do was fascinating. I just wish that the story had a clearer throughline.

After getting home last night I was going to go to sleep, but I turned on the TV and became fascinated by this odd show on HBO where naked men discussed their penises.

It's where I got the title for today's entry.

I sat there the whole time, sort of gaping at the set. It was really fascinating. I don't spend so much time thinking about my genitalia, do men really dwell on their penises so much?

They had all kinds of people on, a 17 year old, a 70-something year old, a paraplegic, a man who had had a penis extension, a man who didn't need a penis extension (the kind that just makes every woman think "bladder infection"), a female to male transsexual, a male to female transsexual, an adult film actor, three really stupid frat brothers ("I'm young, dumb and full of cum!"), just a real smorgasbord of penises.

The funniest bit were these two brothers talking about their first sexual experiences:

Brother #1: "My first time, I didn't know that I was supposed to move."
Brother #2: "Yeah, me too. I just stuck it in her, didn't make any humping motions or anything. Like I was taking her temperature."

My left ring finger is partially numb. Has been ever since yesterday.

Not the whole finger, but the right side of the top bit between the two knuckles. It's extremely strange. I kept thinking that my hand was asleep, but then I realized that it was just that small area. Anyone medical know what's going on? Am I having a really teensy stroke?

Or is it Old Maid's Syndrome--numbing of the wedding band finger at the approach of the dreaded 35?

Today's horoscope:
Hot/cold interactions with family members are possible as you love them, but need some space. Get a little breathing room.

One year ago today:
"Just talk! Don't touch the button!!"

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