Toby Halliwell leaps into his much anticipated 22nd birthday with a blast of something that simulates warmed-over Madge Weinstein (the lyrically ferocious Vividblurry Radio) and from there finesses into a stylish experiment in pounding away at the gay blogosphere's predictability.

Influences — not all of whom his strangely sycophantic fans will click to, or even find, in their bookmarks folder — loom large: While the Andy Towle-like posting of sexy shirtless (self-) portraits winds into his Pink is the New Blog-y obsession with Britney Spears, the lovelorn Toby taps a sweetly unself-conscious vein that owes gratitude to the otherwise highly un-Vividblurry-like Gary Jr.

Though Toby might balk at the comparison — he is, after all, the original gay teenage icon — fellow queen Bradford Shellhammer's stamp is pressed firmly into his stormy self-exploring prose.

Where Vividblurry.com intones loudest, though, is in its least-rocking, most relaxed podcasts: The first 'cast dips and bounces tantalizingly, begging hands-in-the-air listeners to literally LOL; the second digitizes a sexy but solo attempt; and the third (one in a sure-to-be collection of pouts over the pitfalls of stardom) ends on a don't-stop, bound-for-diva-dom note.

(Bwahaha, I'm a DORK! There's precedent though — check out last year's birthday announcement.)

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