Blog from the future: what follows are excerpts from the recently discover ed blogs of Adrian Blue, a young actor-writer-director-waiter caught in the midst of World War IV in 2008. These items remained in Adrian's "mail to be sent" box until his body was found, PDA in hand, his Starbucks.com e-mail account still active.

January 1, 2008--I wanted to start the year off' with something positive, but it's hard. How much things have changed since 2004. I look up and see the remains of the Hollywood sign, only the WOOD still legible, the rest burned to a heap after the Attacks of September 11, 2007. We thought when they got the Staples Center last year, and 9,000 Lakers fans with it, they couldn't--or wouldn't--go any further. Guess we were wrong.

I'm still roamed to Paul, in case you're wondering, even though he has no career and our marriage is patently illegal thanks to that constitutional amendment. It's hard to live in a country where they say your love is illegal--and 41 states agreed. Canada loves us, though, and maybe, if we can get some money together this year, we'll move there for good. Wish I could write more, but I feel like shit.

January 4, 2008--Bush is still saber-rattling on the TV. Isn't it enough that we're still in Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, Sudan, Turkey, Chechnya, Bermuda, Saudi Arabia, and northern Ireland? Now he's mad at the new prime minister of England and is making like he wants to do a preemptive strike on them! Meanwhile, Governor Schwarzenegger has challenged Senator Navratilova of Florida to a wrestling match, while Los Angeles is still burning and radioactive. Can we talk about priorities, please?

Man, if I could only get to Toronto, I'd at least be able to work again, now that three quarters of all network television is being produced in Canada--the fact things keep blowing up here isn't helping. Of course, I'd have to get a girlfriend and an assumed name. I can't get hired if there's a whiff of gayness because it apparently makes U.S. advertisers "sick to their stomachs," according to one network president.

Used to be saying things like that would get you fired. That time has passed.

January 21, 2008--Paul and I are getting divorced, I keep talking about doing this independent gay movie (no money to be made there!), and he's afraid it'll just make more folks come after us. We're already on the National Gay Registry, and he's on the "AIDS Victims [sic!!!] Neighborhood Tracking" thing they instituted to let people know if some diseased neighbor might possibly touch your kids. I think the whole thing's gotten him pretty depressed.

I'm depressed too, but not like Paul. He's got three different prescriptions, and nothing's moving him out of the Barcalounger. He used to be a big director, you know--one of the few who did both Queer as Folk mid The L Word. (Remember that show? I liked it. They should've stuck with it longer.) Now Paul's retired on disability. But just because the new Supreme Court has restricted all "adult, pornographic, or gay-content" magazines, movies, and films doesn't mean we should just give up!

"Im giving up," he said. I said, "Fine. You can give up without me."

February 14, 2008--It's Valentine's Day, so we declared war on France. Secretary of State Dennis Miller is pretty mad about their detention of our planes. Like I care. How 'bout a little protection for LaLa Land, over here? Remember us? We used to be the assistants, the executives, the writers, directors, producers, and actors that made America's number 1 export! Now we're like that island off Puerto Rico they used to use for target practice!

March 4, 2008--I haven't written in almost a month, because the Internet's been going up and down--you know the drill. Also, Paul lolling himself didn't help.

Anyway, this is the brave new world we're living in. Hope somebody out there is having fun ...