Just when I thought that no other place on my body could sweat, it finds a new one. Welcome to Spummer. Because we didn’t get a Spring and I’m starting to wonder if the June weather is closer than we thought. The flowers are already starting to die from lack of regularity in the climate here in DC.

I joined a fleet yesterday on Star Trek Online. A gay fleet. Called Stonewall. Imagine now, if you will, hundreds of happy homo Star Trek fans roaming the interwebnets hunting Borg. It’s like wabbit…only robottyer. Check us out at www.stonewallfleet.com – I can already tell it’s gonna be a lot of fun when I finally sit myself down to play and get to know everyone.

Just wanted to check in a little. I’m making more of an effort to write instead of living off twats and status updates. Back with more soon! See you at Science Club on Thursday.

I am now a shameless player of Foursquare. Hey, any time you give people points for doing something that might lead to free stuff, it turns out they actually do it. I plan on deposing the mayors of several spots. Nyaaaah!!!

UPDATE — Now it’s happened again. And to add insult to injury your bus driver passed right by me when he finally did show up…not stoping until I screamed him down. When I got on the bus he looked like he could give two shits. And he looked fucking stoned. Yeah, I said it. True or not that’s the impression he left on me.

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This post was not written at the time of posting. But the point stands and I am going on a journalistic limb of speaking for all affected.

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Here I am once again in the twenty-something degree windy weather at NextBus Stop #1002157, where moments ago in the warmth of my house the system reported that I had 14 minutes to catch the G8 to Catholic Station from 22nd and Newton NE. I live a minute away.

I grabbed my coat and bag, popped on my headphones and started on my way. I arrived at my stop quickly. But what I’m about to tell you next keeps happening enough that I must say something.

I just snapped a picture of the NextBus report on my iPhone that counted down the minutes to arrival and watched it jump to 80 MINUTES. I usually hold back the expletives, WMATA, but what — the — fuck — is going on over there with your system we paid for with those fare hikes you’re instituting AGAIN at the end of this month?

I’m not old yet. I can handle the weather. But I live in a neighborhood where the aging population relies on it’s younger population for help. And when I see them at a bus stop in the freezing cold and have to tell them the bus isn’t coming, I’m adding to their woe in a world where limited budgets might not save them from pneumonia.

People have to get around in DC. We have to work. Our older population without cars who need the bus to operate on time for their own safety need you. So we all rely on you to listen. And you’ve made awesome strides in the past few years. I won’t negate that. But you really need to make sure that when you deploy something it’s been thoroughly tested.

In the words of Twitter, I issue a #NextBusFAIL to you WMATA. I could sooner have walked the 12 block up-hill hike to the station…but many of my neighbors can’t risk that. For shame.

I have discovered the value in not being able to talk. Mind you, it’s not what I thought it would be. It is more like a test of will power. I know I have to shut the fuck up if this is going to get better.

It doesn’t hurt. I feel great with a little extra sleep…. But it’s just that I’m still not sure if it’s allergies or something else, so I’m staying away from people. As a result, however…I’m being much more textually vocal. And I’m binge buying music. This can’t be good.

Unless of course, you consider Pomplamoose. I found them via a cover they did of Telephone, by Lady Gaga. Then I watched them on YouTube and was very impressed with their video-style. (Every song is filmed in what looks like the same room.) So they get to be my voice today.

Seek them out. There are two albums on iTunes and they are dirt cheap. Support their quirk, for today it is mine.

The following is my note to Grindr support this evening. I finally got sick and tired of posting my G-rated profile while getting censored without explanation. I am one of hundreds, perhaps thousands of other users of the networking site experiencing the same problem. Meanwhile, we have profiles that blatantly break the rules and get left alone. As a paying customer of any service, I demand more information – regardless of what I get. I’ve finally reached that point here.

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Grindr –

You are starting to give me cause for demanding a complete refund of any money I’ve contributed followed by a recommendation against the use of your service. Your censoring staff continually wipe my profile every time I post it, with or without text. As a result, I am paying for a service that I cannot use due to unnecessary intervention of the vendor.

When I ask for an explanation, I am told to read your terms of service for an answer. That is an unacceptable answer to give a customer asking for support. It is also blatant ignorance of an obvious flaw in your method of business.

I have attached the photo I keep re-posting to my profile. I took it with my iPhone. This is my face. No one else owns it but me. Kindly note that the only skin showing is also…just my face. There is nothing profane or inappropriate in my profile. Your staff have yet to provide a satisfactory answer to why my profile continues to get wiped out.

Give me a specific reason why my profile keeps getting censored before I start to think that someone in your support department is playing games with me and all the other customers experiencing the same problem. Without providing specific information to customers who demand it from a service to which they provide payment, a business sets itself up to look petty and rude despite any positive review it might have received in international media.

I look forward to your (hopefully very specific) reply.

Aaron Clements

I caved. iPad will be in my hands in April. Oh hell.

I am testing out a new piece of software called MacJournal. If I end up getting used to it, like it, etc, you’ll see more posts from me going forward. For now, here’s some highlights.

        - I opened Indigo @ Tabaq Bistro last night in NW with DJ C-Dubz of Baltimore. The event is a Jacob Pring Production and was a very interesting time. The best part of the night is when I broke out a remix of the new Morel single and this guy started playing his trumpet to it. It was like we were in the studio. He sounded great and so did the remix. So BIG thanks to Morel. I can’t stop listening to Death Of The Paperboy on repeat.

        - Apparently I haven’t been getting voicemails since February. Quite a few important messages were stuck in the queue until AT&T helped me correct the problem. Luckily it was nothing earth-shattering, but still. What a pain!

        - My self-imposed absence from physical activity in general is ending soon now that the weather is doing something right. Today I have no voice, but I know we’re at the end of the tunnel!!

        - We are moving to New York at the end of the year, tentatively. So we’ve been purging the house. There will be a Big Gay Give Away party at the house soon. Stay tuned.

        - Speaking of tunes, have you heard Little Dragon guest on Gorillaz “Plastic Beach” yet? Or have you heard Paradise Circus from the new Massive Attack album “Heligoland”? Get on that.

        -This weeks remaining gigs are…

                Touch-It Thursday @ Science Club
                Saint Patsy’s Friday @ Green Lantern
                Dress Saturday @ MOVA with C-Dubz

        - April approaches, and so does a new promo! I have collected a great list of recently released should-be hits and it will be much more cohesive than the last few moody jobs. Keep your eyes peeled.

        - I am working on covering a Morel track in Garage Band, but he doesn’t know it yet. I haven’t really brought it up yet…sorta been working on it for a couple months. I like it so far, which is saying a lot. I don’t actually truly like a lot of what I write.

        - I am Lt Comm 6 on Star Trek Online. Josh and Sam are Rear Admiral. Dorks.