Why I haven't been posting more

I'm undergoing another round of friendship angst. Between "friends" who talk about getting together and yet don't ever schedule a thing, "friends" who cancel plans at the last minute, "friends" who happily go half a year without checking to see whether or not I'm alive, and "friends" who won't even take my calls, I'm pretty much ready to betchslap the entire gay male world. But complaining about this shit is tedious even to me, so I see no point in writing about it, even as it saps my enthusiasm to post about something else.

And then my antidote to moping about these things is to call people I know who don't suck (lest I become the very thing I despise) which also takes time and energy and leaves me too tired to post. So in lieu of loving descriptions of dinners and cocktails--or at the very least a thrown-together Word-of-the-Day post--enjoy this video from the brilliant Max Raabe. (The first line translates as "Not a pig calls me / Not a sow takes an interest in me".)