In good company

I'm in good company..... we have the same tattoo!!! Well, almost, it's the same thing.

Now if I only looked like that! **THUD**

That's Three-time Olympian Blaine Wilson.



I certainly wouldn't mind helping him with some "gymnasics".

Cat Herding

Hee, hee!

One must accessorize!!

I don't think I'll wear them all at once... even tho I am at the moment.


The one is an ankh. I have an anhk/eye tattooed on my back. I have an eye on my chest, wearing a silver ankh around my neck helps give balance.

I've got some miniature "brass" knuckles. They're "ornamental". You could actually hurt someone with them tho. I figured out how to put them on.


You'd break your own hand if you used them, but you could cause a whole lot of damage to someone while breaking your hand.



I got the "knuckles" because they help with the odd vibe I wish to give out.

I'll use my pepper spray and accidentally incapacitate everyone before I use those.

I'd walk away first if given a choice. I'm really not confrontational... But sometimes you don't have a choice. **sigh**

That other thing? That's an international symbol that means "BIOHAZARD"

I think it looks cool, and if it somehow keeps assholes away from me, that's good.... but I sometimes have odd colored hair and look a bit like a heavy meatal dude. . so it could work the wrong way and attract insane people.

I accidentally went to a park hosting "Ozzfest" once. People thought I looked cool and wanted to hang out. I got out of there real quick!!!!

On the reverse side.... I have psoriasis. Sometimes it looks really bad. Really bad times 2. So people might recognize the symbol and think I really am a biohazard.

**sigh**

Circus

I went to the circus a bit ago. These are from April 17, 07 the day after the America show.

I finally downloaded / uploaded / sideloaded them all.

There were way too many to post so I made one of these video montage things. It has sound, so be careful.

This video is also very picky. Sometimes it LIES!!!! It says it isn't there!!! Lying thing. Apparently it and blogger dont play well together. You can click here, that might work.



We had a really nice time....

We went for a ride afterwards. We haven't done that in a long while.

Up to New Hope, PA and back, mostly on back roads. Here's some pictures from that. New Hope is our local gay friendly town. We didn't stop, just drove though.

We used to hang out there all the time. *sigh*



Here we are with my stupid blinking clown nose.



Hey! I got it for free!!!

Just because you're a clown doesn't mean you're happy.



Ok. Enuff of that. Bye.

I got a present!!

I got a present!!

Presents are always nice.

I did a very small something for someone and they sent this as a thank you.

It's a very odd little book. I quite like it!

It's actually by Edward Gorey. I knew it the second I laid my eyes upon it.

Yes, I took my eyes out and laid them upon the book. I did!!!

I love Gorey. (click the one below, it gets a bit bigger)
















This post here describes the book better than I can.

I got to the end and was all "What the fuck?"

Gorey was like that.

Here's Some Edward Gorey I found on the net.

The Alphabet



The Epipleptic Bicycle




The Tuning Fork

America

This did take much thinking on my part. I needed to do it at almost a moment's notice. I wanted good seats.

Do you wanna go? I'll go by myself. You do? Cool. I wanna take M if he wants to go, you'll pick us up? He might be sick tho. Lemme check with A.

You'll go with me? You don't really want to do you? You don't? You'll be my backup though, right? Coolness. I need 3 tickets. I wanna take M if he wants to go and feels well enough, but I gotta buy them now.

That was months ago. It all worked out.

I have a gituar pick somewhere.

I hope I didn't lose it.

He almost got bonked in the head when they threw t-shirts into the audience.

I'm sure he might not have minded that, if the shirt landed in his lap.

"That wizzed right by your head!!"

"It did? Where was it? I'd have jumped to catch it!! I didn't see it tho. Heeheheeheee!"

(At least he still manages to have a sense of humor)

"It landed two rows back, two seats to the left."

"Jimminey Christmas!"

(he's very polite, lol)

We have autographs too!

That's his fault, he encouraged me.

"When are you ever gonna get a chance to get that close to them again?"

Ok, you two wait here, I'll get in line....

Then I politely informed everyone queueing (sp?) up behind me that we would be line jumping.

"My sister and my uncle are waiting near the table. He's blind, I don't want him to deal with this confusion. I have all our stuff and I'm geting it signed anyway, so please let him jump in line."

They did, and were very nice about it... it was an America concert after all. Bunch of us old geezers aren't about to start brawling in the corridor...

He got to meet them, shake their hands... tell him he's been a fan since he was three....

Heee Heee Heee!!! I think I made him happy for a long time!!!

We didn't get him home until 12:30.

My aunt picks him up at 6 am to take him to dialysis, so I called her this afternoon to see if he was ok... (I know he'd been awake approx. 28 hours when she picked him up.)

"Did I kill him?"

"No. He was awake, dressed and ready when I got there. He couldn't wait to show me his autographed ticket and card!" (these are mine)

She framed them for him and put it in top of his TV where he can "see" them.

I love him very much.

It's terrible to see him this way.

He's only three years older than me. We grew up together....

Here I go, starting to cry again.

Here's a reasonable facscimilie of what we saw the other night.

A Horse With No Name



Sister Golden Hair

Stuff

Random. Long. Not necessarilly in the right order. Read on.


I had to go foraging for food the other day. It turned into a very long trek.

Seems there aren't any cash/ATM machines in my neighborhood anymore.

I did find one close by. It would only give me $20 at a time and wanted 1.75 to do it.

(All the others were "broken".)


Fuck that shit!

So I ended up walking two miles until I found one that worked and took out $300 bucks.

That'll last me a while and I only got charged a 1.50 fee.

I should have gone to that one in the first place. Stupid me.


I almost gave up... but I was hungry, my Dad wanted a fish sandwich and I had promised his doggies cheeseburgers.

I encountered this beautiful lilac tree along the way.

(It's been there for decades. It was that big 25 years ago.)

The whole block smelled wonderful. It wasn't a stinky smell. I generally don't like the smell of lilac, this was perfect though.


Here's a rather odd picture of the doggies.

It was jump on Bryan time and they were having fun.

I tried to get a proper picture, I really did!

Clyde is chomping on his duckie. Jake (see his butt?) has the goose.

HONK! HONK!! They're good dogs, but they totally destroy their toys, especially the ones that honk or squeak.

That's one nice thing about hanging out with Dad. There's more than one nice thing... I get to play with doggies that aren't my responsibility, enjoy the giant flatscreen tv... and best of all, I get to hang out with him.. I love my Dad. He's a great guy.


On my trek for food I finally managed to get some.

I stumbled into MickeyD's, ordered a bunch of crap and fell into a seat so I could eat some of mine while it was hot....

Then I see this. **THUD**

Almost fell out of my seat. The boy was hot.

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17 or 18 year old dude having lunch with his Mom after soccer practice. He was WELL over six feet.

He was nice and polite to everyone (me too!) attentive to his Mom, (Do you need...?? I'll get you another napkin Mom.) He ate healthy too!!! As healthy as as one can when eating fast food.

I'm a fag, so I have some gaydar going on here and there. I'm usually a good judge of people in general, so I guess the gaydar picks up other frequencies as well. He's not gay. Very nice kid. I hope he stays nice.

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I had to go to the post office the other day. Rather than walk back thru the seedier sections of town where I could get killed I went through one of the Historic Districts.

<<---- This is very sad. You'd have to see it in person to see how sad it is. That's the home of Alexander Douglass, Quartermaster in General Washington's Army. The man fought in the Revolutionary War darn it. That house shouldn't be in this state of disrepair.



Here's a rather large statue depicting Washington crossing the Delaware.

It's the usual sort of image you see. Proud, brave, standing upright, leading his men to victory...

Did 'ya ever notice he looks pretty clean and warm? I know my history.. there's no way he looked like that.

He was the General, so he got preferential treatment but he was dirty, hungry and freezing his ass off too.

**sigh** all those poor soldiers. War is stupid.




That's the Mill Hill Playhouse.


It's an old Lutheran church. I can't date it. I should have looked for a cornerstone but I didn't think to.

I'm sure it dates back to the mid 1800's at least.


Back, Back, way back...


Back?

Well, here's a better picture of my back. My new tats.


It's kind of hard to take a picture of your back.

Try it sometime.


The one up top is a Celtic knot design.

There is some confusion about them. Did they ever really mean anything? Were they just decorative?? Religious? It's been used/changed over time in so many ways... we'll never know it's original meaning for certain.


I know what mine means. I can't tell you. If I did I'd have to kill you.

The other one is Egyptian, an ankh with the Eye of Horus. (I have an eye on my chest too, it's different tho) There's symbolism and meaning there too. I know what they mean to me.

Here are some random pictures of Mill Hill...

It's very pretty.

I should know the history.

All of it.

I don't.

I almost lived in that section of town.

I couldn't scrounge up the $500 deposit I needed. I could have managed to pay the rent... I'd have had to eat nothing but ramen noodles and hot dogs, but I could have done it. I shudder to think what an apartment costs there now.

I would have been a good tennant.

I wonder how my life might have been different had I gotten that apartment.

I might have gotten away from that one asshole who helped me ruin parts of my life.

Probably not though, he was one tenacious motherfucker. He'd have found me somehow. Everybody deserves a second chance, but beware of dating convicts. (No, it wasn't Jon. That's a whole seperate mess.)

If you look really closely at this picture.

<<---------

You can see two people at the end of the street.

I work on the same floor with one of them. I think he's really nice looking, seems like a great guy. Definitely out of my league tho.

He listens to NPR, he's handsome and cultured.... Nah, we prolly couldn't even be friends... He's perfect "husband" material from my point of view. I really don't know him though. I wish him luck, if he's the kind of guy he seems to be, he deserves somebody special in his life. He might have one. I don't know.

If I wasn't so screwed up I'd like to know him better, but I wouldn't do that to the guy. I listen to Howard Stern, I drink too much. I'm an idiot, etc... blaa, blaa, blaa.

I wonder if he knows I'm gay. I'm not actually "out" and don't want to be. I'm certainly unusual, that's for sure. If he doesn't know then his "gaydar" is off, or my complete strangenss helps hide it.

Ooohh! Here's Mini Nun!

She was scary. She sort of remided me of the little woman from the movie "Poltergiest".

Look at the poor woman's size. Use the car as a refrence to judge the size. She's tiny.

That's not her church. I didn't follow her to see where she went off to... Dad says he sees her all the time.

That church is a block away from me. It's for sale. For a million dollars you get the church, the rectory, the convent and the parking lot.

I'd buy it and live in the bell tower, like the Hunchback of Notre Dame... I don't have the million dollars though.

Ok, this is way too much. Bye.

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Link here.

Wow...

edit: **Ok, I'm posting this for me, not to try and entertain the few of you who read my crap. It started as a very simple post and mutated into something else....

A strange time capsule... pages of my life. Only myself and two others will truly understand it.**

I haven't seen video of Yaz in ages. Alison Moyet has a great voice.

This isn't the original video, but it's got good sound quality.... and it fits in with the original album cover.



Don't go.....



This is one of my favories from her solo stuff... Alison Moyet 'Invisible' 1985



**sigh** This is bringing back memories I don't exacly want to remember.



Oh, yeah. I don't want to go here. Transported back in time. I still love the fucker.



We almost killed each other... More than once... It wasn't a good relationship. For either of us. I don't know how it lasted as many years as it did...

There were plenty of good things. Fun things. Adventures and absurdity, like...

Water park rides with a big black drag queen. (he/she called
himself that) That was fun. She wanted to go with us... The wig almost flew off at one point. The makeup completely washed off. She was a disaster...

We lost touch. I was reading the paper (an actual paper) about ten years ago... OMG. Could I have helped somehow... I doubt it **SPLAT**

---That's in quote style only to make the post more interesting, I wrote that, it's part of my life---

The big black drag queen jumped in in front of a high speed Amtrack train. I've been thinking of taking myself out for years... I wouldn't do it that way. Pretty quick though!!!

A page in your diary.... Jon's pages are probably filled with hatred for me... or I'm not in it at all.



All Cried out? I guess I'm not. I still cry...



Love resurrection? That ain't gonna happen. We weren't good for each other. It was a good thing though. There were many good things...



Hmmmm.... She still sounds good... Alison Moyet at G-A-Y World Aids day concert 2007.



If you stumble upon this page Jon... I still love you. Take care of yourself. It wouldn't have been good if we stayed together, you know that. We wouldn't be able to work it out even now. I do miss you.

If there is a Hell...

If there is a Hell full of fire and brimstone... You know, the whole eternal damnation thing?

I think that's where this man (pictured right) belongs.

"The Austrian man who allegedly imprisoned his daughter in a dungeon cellar for 24 years may have started sexually abusing her when she was as young as 12, the chief investigator told The Associated Press Saturday."

Link here.

"Police say Fritzl has confessed to fathering seven children with his now 42-year-old daughter Elisabeth, who was locked away aged 18. They say three of the children were hidden in the dungeon of the Amstetten apartment building and that Fritzl confessed to burning the body of one child after it died in infancy."

Link here.

"Elisabeth Fritzl was forced to help build the dungeon where she was kept by her sadistic father Josef, it emerged yesterday.
For the first nine months of her 24 years in captivity, she was also tethered with a 5ft dog leash around her neck to prevent her escape.
Elisabeth, now 42, had been sexually abused by her father since the age of 11."

"She told police that Fritzl forced her to help drag a 600lb concrete and steel door into position to seal the dungeon.
It was only when it was in place that she discovered she had helped to build her own prison."

Link here.

"Fritzl has not been formally charged. He faces up to 15 years in prison if he is ultimately convicted on rape charges, the most grave of his alleged offenses, unless prosecutors can charge him with "murder through failure to act" in connection with the death of the infant. That is punishable by up to 20 years in prison."

Link here.

I don't care. He needs to suffer just as much as his children did. He needs to suffer more.

Oh, and these bastards need to burn in Hell for eternity as well.... whoever the fuck they are...

"investigation into the mysterious river deaths of young men around the country has now gone national.
NYPD detectives Kevin Gannon and Anthony Duarte have been working on these cases --including the death of Christopher Jenkins -- alone for years."

Link here.

"Chris Jenkins was a popular student at the University of
Minnesota who disappeared one night in 2003.

Four months later, he was found dead in the Mississippi River. At first police thought Jenkins was just a drunk college kid who accidentally fell into the river and drowned after a night on the town.

But for two retired New York City Police detectives, Jenkins' death became the link that connected the drowning deaths of 40 young
men — usually high-achieving college students — in 25 cities in 11 different states."

"Detectives Kevin Gannon and Anthony Duarte have been tracking
the suspicious drowning deaths of young men across the country ever since they investigated the death of college student Patrick McNeill, who drowned in New York City in 1997. Gannon made a promise to McNeill's parents that he would never give up on his case.

When the detectives took a look at Jenkins' death, they discovered that the position of his body and other physical evidence proved that
the college student didn't drown accidentally. The cause of death on Jenkins' death certificate was changed to "homicide."

"In city after city, the detectives found a smiley face painted somewhere at the crime scene. The color of paint used and the size of
the faces varies, but the detectives are convinced it is a sick signature
claiming responsibility for the homicide.

The detectives found the smiley faces in Ohio, Pennsylvania, Indiana, Wisconsin and Iowa."

Link here.

Gee, I'm just one big ball of sunshine and happines today aren't I.

This is wrong.

This is wrong. It's just fucking wrong.

Poverty. Disease. Famine.... all sorts of problems in the world that could be helped with this money.

"Antilla, the partially completed home of Mumbai-based petrochemicals giant Reliance Industries head Mukesh Ambani, will stand 27 stories high and is expected to cost $2 billion. Ambani, the fifth richest man in the world, his wife and three children currently live in a 22-story Mumbai tower the family has spent years remodeling and refashioning to meet its needs."

TWO BILLION FUCKING DOLLARS.

Annoying link here. You may have to hit play and adjust the speed to suit yourself. I can't do everything.

Oh, wait... it gets even crazier. Link here.

"There will also be an ice sauna where family and guests can escape the heat in a room filled with man-made snow"

This is a comment from one of the sites I visited:

"Meanwhile, there are people starving to death in the streets of Mumbai.

I don't suppose this $2 billion "home" happens to include a homeless shelter, does it? Thought not."

This fuckwad better be doing something to help the planet.


Oh, yeah, the building is supposed to be "green"... to save on costs and cut down on harm to the enviornment... but... but..

What about all the building materials used to create the monstrosity? THEY HAD TO COME FROM SOMEWHERE.

And.... NO FLOOR CAN BE THE SAME???? The materials on each floor must be different. Nothing can be the same.

"The Ambani home, called Antilla, differs in that no two floors are alike in either plans or materials used."

"The idea is to blend styles and architectural elements so spaces give the feel of consistency, but without repetition."

TWO BILLION FUCKING DOLLARS???? Take your fucking feng-shui BULLSHIT AND SHOVE IT UP YOR ASS.

Guess where he's made all his cash. Can you guess? It was mentioned above. Petrochemicals. That's oil. That's coal. His fortune was made by raping the planet, causing disease and destruction worldwide... and here he shall sit in his wonderful tower where he doesn't have to deal with the common masses... the dregs of society.

I'm glad he and his family can live in comfort. I lead a fairly comfortable existence. I spoil myself, I spend too much money on concerts and hotel rooms that have jacuzzis in them... So I'm not hatin' on him because he can live a lavish lifestyle... but that shit is just wrong on so many levels.

I don't know that I believe in God or a "Higher Power". If there is one, when judgement day comes I hope people are held accountable for what they have done, myself included.

I think I might enjoy one of those "ice saunas" *sigh*

Spinning Plates

This post is probably going to make me seem crazier than I actually am...

I've tried to describe what goes on in my head. Some people get it, some don't.

The best description I could come up with is:

Remember the Ed Sullivan show? Where some dude was spinning plates on his head, hands, feet, elbows and all that shit? That's what goes on in my head. It's a delicate balance.

This video shows exactly what I mean, even better than the Sullivan reference. Again, nobody will "get it" but me... Each one of them is me. A different part of me. Spinning plates.

The plates spin and spin and spin.

Each one of those plates (watch the video) is a different thought or feeling I'm having.

The plates spin and spin and spin.

Unfortunately, I'm not as balanced or as graceful they are, and my plates aren't somehow attached to the fucking stick like theirs are. I've dropped quite a few.

Whatever. Watch the video, it's pretty cool.

You

I wish you could see the you that I see

I wish you could see the you that's in my head

I wish I could convey the thoughts and emotions

I wish I could be the me that I should be

Pouty Lips!

Look at those sexy pouty lips! I just want to kiss them!! NOT.

Forget the Botox ladies!!!

All you need to do is accidentally touch your lips when you have BATTERY ACID on your fingers!

I quickly washed my hands, rinsed my lips, wet a washcloth and gently blotted them.

Then I brushed my teeth, threw the toothbrush out and called poison control. (I didn't press one, that's for life threatening emergencies. I waited on hold.)

"Did you ingest any?"

"Not really, here's what I did...."

"You did the right thing. There isn't any major blistering or
burning?"

"No, it's swollen and stings. My toungue is a little numb but it looks ok. I think I'll be fine, I just wanted to check."

"You should put some first aid cream on. Bacitracin, Neosporin, burn cream. It's the alkali from the batteries that caused the reaction. If you have any further symptoms call us right back or go to the emergency room."

Five hours later and I'm not hallucinating or vomiting, my face hasn't fallen off... so I guess I'm ok.

I told her I was changing the batteries in one of my tv remote controls... she didn't need to know I was really changing the batteries in a sex toy.

:-)