10/27/99, 12:05 a.m.
K's cold is just a cold, it's not the flu... so thank goodness for small favors. She keeps insisting she'll be up and running in time for the Fetish Ball this Saturday, but I don't think so. I don't want her to overdo it and get sicker!

Some good news: the folks at Clean Sheets say they're going to print a modified version of my drag tips in next month's issue. I'm interested in doing more writing as Ursula. It's not too hard for my boy persona to get published in magazines and stuff, but Ursula has a much harder time. Clean Sheets is the first big site that's accepted any of Ursula's essays. Unfortunately, Clean Sheets doesn't pay, but it's a good site, and they'll give me a link, so if nothing else it's good exposure for Filthy Mind.

As some of you have noticed, I've done a pretty extensive redesign on this site... And it ain't done, yet! I'm purging or reworking a lot of content that I was never really happy with. My iffy knowledge of html is holding me back from really going crazy with this site graphically (well, that and the fact that I don't currently own a working scanner OR digital camera), but bit by bit this thing is getting closer to my vision of it. I'm sure that my redesign will cause problems on some people's browsers, but browsers are so maddeningly inconsistent that EVERY design will cause problems, so screw it.

11/1/99, 6:05 p.m.
K's getting better, but it would have been pushing things to go out, so we stayed home and decorated the place up for Halloween and gave out candies to the kiddies. We carved three jack-o-lanterns, covered the front of the house with cobwebs, and put this GIGNATIC inflatable black widow in the bush out front. It was a fairly sedate Halloween for us, but we got a pretty good turn-out of kids, so it was fine. While we were waiting for the kids we listened to this crazy tape that K's old pal Linda mailed us. It features the stories of E.A. Poe read by people like Iggy Pop, Diamanda Galas and Chritopher Walken. Walken read "The Raven" and did a lousy job (it's not his fault; Poe just does not have a Bronx accent), and Iggy did quite well with "The Tell-tale Heart". Probably the best of the bunch was Gabriel Byrne doing "Masque of the Red Death". Brr!

11/2/99, 2:13 a.m.
K really should have been taking it easy after her cold, but she worked so damn hard all this week that she ended up being too tired to go to Club Makeup tonight. Grumble, mumble...

Oh well, at least it sounds like we didn't miss much by not going to Makeup's big Las Vegas Halloween extravaganza. Dan made it sound quite miserable. I believe "hellish" was the word he used. Apparently it was held in a teeny venue, and there were lots of Vegas rednecks who came to gawk and jeer at all the "queers". Yeehaw!

I'm still planning to audition for the January Makeup, but I STILL haven't made up my damn mind what song I should sing! I keep thinking about The Cramps. "Some New Kinda Kick," maybe? My favorite Cramps song is probably "Garbageman," but that's way, way too butch. Argh! Some suggestions would be very much appreciated at this point...