I am surprised I haven't read in any of the (too numerous) blogs I read, commentary about the Nytimes.com site redesign. I hate it. Hate it. I really hate when sites launch redesigns. Never, not once, have I been pleased with it, only angry that a site I had come to know all corners of had suddenly become a more difficult thing for me to navigate, even though, surely, the intent behind any redesign it to make it easier to navaigate.

The front page is too picture heavy and that font is not a newspaper font. The fonts are so soft. I want the old font back. My eyes just glaze over this smooth, neat, smaller font. It's similar to the font type Salon uses. Lots about this redesign is similar to Salon's site. When Salon redesigned their site, a year or two ago, that's when I stopped reading it altogether, that this thing I knew visually had become something else, and it made me look at the content as something else also. I fucking hate this redesign. The top stories are confined to a tiny little sidebar on the left hand side.

The best thing I read all day was in a customer review on Amazon of Count Duckula: "As a huge fan of Daffy, Donald, Scrooge McDuck, and duck animation in general, I simply cannot believe that Count Duckula is being released on DVD. All I can say is WOW!"

This person is a big fan of duck animation. That is amazing. I love this person. I want to add that to list of interests on MySpace, duck animation. I wish I had money so I could buy this set, but I put in a request at my video store for them to buy this and hopefully they will and I can rent it soon. I just watched Fellini's La Dolce Vita and there is this brief moment where someone plays the Dracula ghoulish melody on the organ and for some reason it made me think of this show that for the past several years has been haunting me because I knew I loved it and I could think of the animation and the opening credits but could never think of the name of the show or what it was even about. For some reason, it hit me tonight, vampire duck, and I googled it and sure enough, found it. Watching this could kill me. It's a vault of memories that this has the potential to open and I want to see if I can withstand it. I need this to think about things I want to think about. This is essential for me to grow as an artist, to watch Count Duckula. I am incomplete without it, and I am not joking in the slightest. It is my madeleine.

I canceled my plans with Paul tonight because I was feeling weird and sad and didn't want to have to interact with people I didn't have to. I saw a couple of boys tonight and they were gorgeous and untouchable and I almost like it better when they are straight (like they were tonight), because then their untouchableness is rooted in a reason I am okay with, it is them, that they don't like boys, rather than me liking a boy that likes boys, just not me. La Dolce Vita is fucking insane and I didn't like it (and did) for the same reasons that I felt during 8 1/2, that it's about vapid fashionistas who don't really seem to talk about anything. It is totally irritating in the same way that I find being stuck in conversations with people image obsessed and in love with themselves (reason #32 that I don't go out anymore), that we don't have anything in common, that I just can't relate. And so far, La Strada is far and away my favorite Fellini movie.

I threw my couch out into the street tonight, into the rain. I am glad it is no longer in my living room. I hated it from the day it made its ugly ass gray, purple appearance three years ago. See you later, stinky couch! See you later, Porpoise Spit!

PS - Someone said totally seriously that they were a big fan of duck animation. I need to become best friends with this person.