Bryan Nothing More

My brother, my friend

2009-05-10T19:01:00.007-04:00

For those who have asked...on Tuesday, May 5th....is when my brother left us. I only know what my dad told me and that is that he was not feeling well on Monday and had called out from work that day. He spent most of Monday night moaning and groaning in pain. My father did ask him numerous times if he wanted to go to the hospital but unfortunately, typical of him, he said no. Tuesday morning my father went out to walk the dogs and came back to find Bryan on the floor. Simply put, it was the alcohol that claimed him in the end.

There were no services...his wishes....he wanted to be cremeated and did not wish to go through all that....he never liked the whole idea of a "viewing"....

I really do appreciate all of your kind words. I know that my brother cared very much about the people he let into his life and that includes his "online" pals. That is why I left the message on his blog. It is touching to me when I see all the memorial posts you have all left and I realize that those who got a chance to know him in the slightest knew what a wonderful, kind-hearted person he was.

I want you all to know that Bryan did not let just anyone into his life....as a whole he did not like people. (Who can blame him...I'm the same way...there's too many morons and idiots out there.) So you all must be very special people in your own way for him to have let you be a part of his world, even in the slightest manner.

I will always have fond memories of my brother....he was my "go to" person when I had no one else who wanted to do silly things with me, go to concerts, shows, etc. The slightest thing will always bring these memories back...like checking my e-mails and just seeing the updated list of concerts. The above pic was when we went to Atlantic City to see Live and we stopped off at Ripley's Believe It Or Not just to waste some time.

The above picture is very old....yes, that is Bryan!!...This was one of the few times he came with us on our family vacation. I know he must have been thrilled that he never had a prissy sister who was afraid of snakes and whatnot. I even forgave him for doing that to my hair!!! (I was his guinea pig when he was taking cosmotology classes.)

Who is going to steal hotel lampshades with me now?!? LOL

Anyway....thank you all for your kind words. I'm actually thinking of leaving this blog up and using it as a place for me to turn to when I want to reminisce....Dear brother.....we all loved you...probably more than you realized....

Char (Bry's sister)

A messages from Bryan's sister

2009-05-05T19:33:00.002-04:00

Well....I know that there are people here that cared about my brother so I wanted to let all of you know that he passed away this morning.

As you all are familiar with him from his postings....please just try to remember whatever joy he brought to you as you know he would have wanted it that way....and he is definitely somewhere he would rather be.

I have access to his e-mail accounts and until various accounts can be taken care of it will remain active.

On Hiatus?

2009-04-21T00:17:00.002-04:00

I just don't feel like doing this anymore.

I have stories to tell... but I don't feel like typing it all out. Some I can't tell.

I have pictures! I can't be bothered with all the sending them back and forth to get them were I want them.

I have plans for October already!

I'm just so tired and exhausted. A nine to five job can take a lot of wear and tear on a person. (glad I still have one)

So, I'm not doing this.

You know how to get in touch with me if you'd like to.

Too sexy

2009-04-01T00:19:00.002-04:00

Press the arrow thing. Careful with your volume, it makes noise.

Yes. Me. Me, Me, Meee. It's all about me. Get over it.

I wish I still had a body that even looked remotely like that. I'm old and fat now.

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Mid Morning Snack

2009-03-27T21:39:00.007-04:00

One of my co-workers emailed me a few weeks ago. "Hey! I want to try these! See if you can find them!"

Always up for a bit of challenge, I found them. My package from Thailand arrived yeserday. I wanted to see her eat them!! I couldn't be a wimp and not eat them as well. I went first. We ate them this morning during break.

We had an audience of course. Everyone was completely grossed out.

They didn't taste like anything to me, just crunchy gross-ness with no flavor. I couldn't bring myself to eat the whole cricket. I just couldn't.

I give you Bag of Mixed Bugs!!!

"This bag contains 5 popular edible bugs including bamboo worms, silk worms, big crickets, mole crickets and buffalo dung beetles. The insects are collected fresh and then quick frozen, cleaned, dehydrated, seasoned and then packed in a special vacuum pouch with an oxygen and moisture absorber. These insects can be eaten straight from the bag. Ingredients: Mixed Bugs, Natural Flavouring, Salt."

Armed and Dangerous

2009-03-25T20:12:00.004-04:00

Don't even ask. It would be too hard/strange to explain.

I had to take 20 or so pictures to get that one. I almost cut my fingers off.

I like it. I look slightly dangerous.

Disgusting

2009-03-12T01:48:00.001-04:00

Go look here and here.

Strange Advertising

2009-03-07T23:26:00.010-05:00

Have you ever seen one of those strange advertising campaigns?

The kind that leave you thinking...

What the FUCK was that?

I just did.

I have no idea what the whole point of it was.

It made no sense at all. What the hell?

Snow

2009-03-02T10:28:00.002-05:00

It started to snow last night. I think the original forecast was for 6 to 8 inches. They raised it to 8 to 12 inches. This is looking out my front door at 1:00 am.

Here's the same view at around 7:30 am this morning. It's still snowing there.

It looke like 3 inches to me. Some parts of south NJ are reporting 10 inches. Schools are closed. Everyone is in a panic. What the hell is wrong with people? It's snow, just be careful...

Just because you have a 4 WD SUV doesn't mean you can drive 60 mph. Don't drive 5 mph either. Idiots.

I have a 2 hour delay for work today, my ride got the day off, so I'm taking off as well. I'm not trudging back and forth to get there... the busses won't be running on time either... and I'm not gonna make my poor father take me in and pick me up.

More snow is on the way! I hope it melts tomorrow. I hate snow.

Even Regulus got some snow for a change! He could have had mine if it was up to me. I don't know how much he got. His snow is heading at me.

Too Much Information redux

2009-03-01T20:22:00.015-05:00

A conversation.... with my mom.... this is my end of the conversation.....

You know why she was able to move? Guess. No, not me. When was the last time I gave YOU money? I'll give you three guesses and a hint. She got the money from the man who can't afford to give it to her. He lent her money for a new tire. He needs her help. He needs a ride here and there. I know that, that's why he lent her the money. Fair trade? Not really.

Now she still owes him, borrowed more from him and used what she managed to scrape up as a deposit for her new apartment. That's not right. His washer broke. She told him to go to the fucking laundromat MOM! HOW THE FUCK WAS HE SUPPOSED TO GET THERE?

IT TOOK ME THREE FUCKING MONTHS TO GET DAD TO GO LOOK AT HIS WASHER!!! It took Dad less than 15 minutes to fix. They spent more time yapping back and forth than dad spent with the washer. He had no washer for THREE FUCKING MONTHS. He had to go over *****'s to do his laundry. Then he's stuck there all day, It's not like he can walk home, the blind man is gonna walk ten miles? It would be forty dollars for him to take a cab from there!! You know he's not going to go off on her. You know he doesn't like her, she's a screwball mom! She's also off her medication. Again.

Everybody has known for weeks that he needed his prescriptions. Did anybody pick them up? No. Can you guess who went and got them? Mom, don't be stupid. You know who picked them up. You know I love him.

They can't even manage to pick him up food. Bring the man a piece of fruit or two! A couple of cans of fruit cocktail for God's sake! He needs cat litter once a month or so..... do they bring him any? NO.

I just brought him stuff, in a stolen car and took him to 7-11. No mom, it wasn't really stolen, you know the deal, borrowed without explicit permission is more appropiate. You know who let me drive her car.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much Bryan! How much was it?" and he paid me. I didn't charge him for the things I decided he needed. He's going to need them and nobody is going to think to ask if he needs them. Do they think? Do they?

He needs his insulin to stay alive. You'd think they'd care about that. No, they don't. Still the same people they always were. She's insane and the other one is still self absorbed and selfish.

What? Is it my turn now? I can barley take care of myself!!! You know what a mess I am!! I'm not saying I'm perfect. I'm far from it, you know that. I know he's using his disability as an excuse to avoid other things. Mom. I'm Not Stupid.

You know damned fucking well he doesn't want to be like this. Have you seen him break down and cry like I have? It's not crocodile tears. I don't think he'd do it in front of anyone but me. He hurts terribly and there really isn't any way for him to fix his life. You know he didn't plan this or do it on purpose.

Do you know who just got out of jail? AGAIN. Guess who has Hep-C! What the fuck was he up to before he was with her? What the hell is he up to now? He doesn't work. I guess jail is better, he get's free healthcare!

The End.

That was too revealing. Gotta stop there. No, I wasn't going for drama there. That's what it's like. The only "normal person" I know is my sister.... and that alone makes her abnormal.

I really didn't need to know my mother was running around naked on the same beach fronts as Regulus. That's Icky.

Somebody please come kill me now. Painlessly and quickly please.

Too Much Infomation

2009-03-01T17:03:00.004-05:00

I just got off the phone...

My mother has become a nudist. I didn't need to know that. (We have some strange conversations now that we're all grown)

She just spent her vacation with Regulus!!!! ... sort of, they were in the same place, the same time.

Oh! The HORROR! My mother running accoss some beach naked and tripping over Regulus while he was covered up hiding from the sun!

I think they'd actually like each other. The naked part would be odd though.

I don't think they met, in any way, shape or form. If they did I hope mom wasn't running around naked with her boyfriend!!!! I do know that mom has enough sense to not go running around naked everywhere.... but still, Ewwwww!!!

For Regulus

2009-02-28T20:55:00.007-05:00

Posted for my blogger friend Regulus.

My blind friend hates them too. They interfere with his audio equipment and television. When you only have one eye and are almost completely blind in the one you have, you want to be able to hear and see as best as you can.

He wasn't born blind. He needs light. He can still read, just barely. He uses a magnifying glass. He amazes me with how well he functions.

I don't like them either. When the large row of them above me at work goes out I'm thrilled. Of course someone always calls maintenance and they get fixed in a day or two.

Gee, Thanks. NOT.

You can see more Savage Chickens here.

AHHHH!!!! Help MEEEE!!!

2009-02-21T03:01:00.013-05:00

I'm being attacked by giant teeth! Save me!!!!

That's actually a casting of my Dad's upper mouth. He's getting as much dental work done as he can before his insurance runs out. Fucking economy. Fucking Bush.

I think Dad handed it to me hoping I would freak out, but maybe not. He knows me well. It was a very odd and interesting thing to examine.

Dad has a new temporary "tooth". He'll get his permanant tooth/bridge soon. He looks much better without the gap there. He's had it fixed before, it kept falling out. His new dentist said the other guy did it completely wrong. I believe that...

My Mother has had a fake tooth for about 30 years. She had a root canal and there is some sort of screw type thing holding it in. It never fell out.

I thought I'd posted about this. I guess I didn't.

Dad has a new creature. That's Samson.

Isn't he terribly cute?

Do you like my horrid satanic/heavy metal goatee thing?

I don't. It's annoying me.

I'm going for it this time though. I'm gonna see how long and strange I can let it get. Maybe braid it if I can grow it long enough.

Here's a pic of Samson on the messy desk.

Quarter, dime, nickle & a penny. A standard sized mouse to show how small he is.

He's not supposed to get much bigger than he is now. He's a "tea-cup" which is smaller than usual. Isn't his little jacket cute? It's a ferret jacket, that's how small he is. He's very sweet...

If he turns insane and attacks Dad, me or the other dogs I'll squish him. Sorry, but chihuahuas have a really bad reputation.

If it's a choice between myself, a family member or the other doggies... Samson will fly across the room. I sincerely hope that doesn't ever happen.

Lie down with dogs, wake up with fleas. I don't really care. He doesn't have fleas anyway.

Dad took that. I was sleeping on his couch.
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Since I can't find a man to sleep with me at least I have Dad's doggies to cuddle with.

That's Jake. He's a pug.

He likes to cuddle.

I joined an online dating service. I'm having absolutely no luck at all.

The only people who really expressed any interest seemed completely insane. The one was obviously a meth addict. No, not going there!

Everyone else is too good looking or nice. I can't contact them.

I guess I could contact one of the fetish freaks.... but they're all too damned scary!

I'm a 41 year old gay man, it's not like I can curl up in Dad's lap and have him hold me anymore.... even though I so badly want to. No, it's not a sex thing! I so want to be a kid again.

So, I guess I'm stuck with my stuffed animals or Dad's doggies. **sigh**

Happy Birthday

2009-02-16T00:36:00.005-05:00

To Me.

My Dad just gave me my my birthday gift. I'm sitting here, crying, with snot dripping out of my nose. It's perfect. The cards are perfect.

And now a birthday message from my sock puppet! Take it away Socky!

Happy F bleep ing Birthday!

Should've known better than to use a dirty sock.

Anyway. Happy Birthday

Love Dad

Here's the other one, it's a pop-up card:

A thought for your birthday

gettin' older is like a trip to the outhouse...

Everybody's gotta do it, IT STINKS, and you're glad when it's over.

Happy birthday

Love Dad

He also got me this bit of oddity. Two pairs of shorts from the clearance stuff at K-Mart. They have freaking skulls all over them! Perfection.

He also got me this rather strange sculpture thing of a frog family.

It makes perfect sense to me. **blows nose, wipes eyes***

I was his little "pollywog" once upon a time. I'm suprised he remembers that.

He also finally went and fixed my blind friend's washing machine.

That alone would have been enough of a gift for me.

**last night** Dad. Please go look at his washer. He can't see to fix it. I'll try to help him, but I'll just make it worse!!

Took dad 15 minutes to fix.

I love you Dad. I love you very much. I'd be very lost without you.

Well, duh!

2009-02-13T01:44:00.002-05:00

Why are you telling me this? Just go away!!!!

I know what I just did.

It's after 1 am and I want to blare my music and surf the internet. I want to be quiet and not disturb my neighbors.

Don't tell me I just plugged my headphones in!!!! Stupid frigging thing.

I had to call the police tonight. There was a gang fight on my street. I want to say 75 people, but that's probably wrong. It was more like 30 from what I could tell.

How many people are there Mr ********?
I can't tell, and I'm not opening the door to look.
Stay in your home Mr *********.

Awful noise. I was afraid it might escalate into a real emergency situation.... so I called the coppers and asked if they could send a car through. Dispatch already knew about it and cars were on the way. They came really quickly, the crowd was gone by then.

The police seemed to have some idea who they were after though. Marked cars, unmarked cars, some with flashing lights, some without, zooming around. It was kind of crazy.

I'm not some old curmudgeon. Have a party! Have fun! Make Noise! I don't care. Just don't have a fight that's liable to escalate into gunfire near me!

The poor chinese food delivery guy. He called me.

Me not come. I no come.

I don't blame the dude. If he had been brave enough to show up during the mini-riot I might not have answered the door! He did deliver my dinner, hot and tasty after the crowd dispersed.

**sigh**

I shall leave you with a sensuous and sexy picture of......... MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

In my long underwear at the motel from HELL.

That picture of me is the nicest thing about the place.

DO NOT stay at Econo Lodge Beach Block in Atlantic City NJ.

Both mornings we were without hot water for two hours. (we figure they were doing the laundry)

What good is a jacuzzi when you don't have any hot water?

Oooohh!!! Wait!! I can show you video! (sort of)

There was a bit of excitement at the Jewel show. I could have done without it.

During the finale I hear Jewel (I had my eyes closed) ask if there was a doctor in the house. I thought she was going to tell one of her amusing anecdotes...

I open my eyes, the house lights come on... a guy up front had some sort of attack, a seizure or something. (I hope he's OK) His sister/girlfriend/wife is screaming. Hotel staff and paramedics show up....

The whole time Jewel is strumming her gituar, playing peaceful soothing sounds, talking to the man..... singing "please clear the aisles... give him some air... someone call 911." It was positively surreal.

Of course I didn't think to get a picture of THAT!!!

My friend also met well known chef Bobby Flay when she wandered off to use the ladies room.

She was completely thrilled.

I'd have invited him back to our room.

He's not exactly my type, but he is kinda cute, no?

If he tried to put some of his delicious meat in my mouth I don't think I'd object. **wink**

Strange Weather

2009-02-11T21:29:00.007-05:00

That's actually the "cowlick" on one of of my Dad's doggies, Jake.

It just grows like that.

Looks like a satellite photo of a hurricane.

Even tho he was half asleep in my lap, getting those pics was a pain. He wanted to "kiss" my phone!

Silly dog.

Beautiful

2009-02-05T20:34:00.003-05:00

I stole this from Fifi.

It's quite beautiful isn't it?

I wish my pics came out that well. I'm just using my stupid camera on my phone.

I do get a really good pic now and then, but nothing like this.

You can read her post here.

Read her whole darned blog. She's a wonderful writer.

I think I could fall in love with her.

Ocean Waves on Grass

2009-01-26T00:31:00.004-05:00

This is a picture of my blind friend's lawn on 1-20-09. I sort of like it.

It kind of looks like ocean waves that I photoshopped on the grass.

It's just very minimal snow, a lot of wind and me catching it at the right time.

You may think it sucks, but I don't care.

Taxes and Idiocy

2009-01-25T23:50:00.005-05:00

Just got back from having my taxes done. I know I can do it on-line for free. There was too much weirdness this year and I didn't feel like filling out all those boxes and shit.... plus the darned thing always asks about some box that doesn't exist anywhere on any of my forms.

$157.95 to have my taxes done. It was almost worth it, just so I don't have to deal with it. That's ridiculous though.

Walking back from the "famous tax place" **hint**Block**end hint** I figured I'd stop at Mickey D's and get a Happy Meal...

One six piece Mc Nugget Happy Meal and three cheeseburgers please. The guy rings it up... and I think, oh no, wait that's too much money!! Next thing I know there are NINE Happy Meals in front of me. WTF!?!...

So, I'm standing there, not moving.... "Did you need something else?" he asks. I glance over at the managerial person, make eye contact and he comes over... Is there something wrong? "Umm, the nice cashier misunderstood me." and he fixed it.

He also screwed up by giving me 9. I have my receipt. He charged me for 6 children's meals and 3 burgers, so I would have made out I guess. But WTF was I going to do with NINE children's meals? I couldn't carry them all and it's not what I asked for.

I did get a cool windup toy!

It's a penguin riding a surfboard!!!

How cool is that!! (yeah, I know, I'm such a child)

Why am I being followed around by penguins?

Yes. My desk is a mess, get over it!

Goth Kittens?

2009-01-23T23:39:00.022-05:00

Ok, I'm kind of into goth. I'm not a"goth", nor would I pretend to be one. I like to look scary and creepy. It keeps people away.

My goatee thing has gotten a bit long. It's scary-ish. I'm wondering if I can grow it into one of those braided freakish things "heavy metal" guys have.... but then nobody would kiss me......

Hmmm. Not like I have to worry about that. Nobody wants to kiss me anyway, if they did I'd have to run away because surely they'd be psychotic or something.

This repulses me. She was selling them on the internet.

This woman should face charges.

The kittens didn't go get it done on their own.

You don't give 14 gauge piercings to freaking kittens.

That's what I have in my eyebrow and one of the holes in my ear. I'm an adult, semi-human individual. I chose to do that to myself. You don't do that to kittens.

Im all for spaying and neutering, in a way that is cruel as well, but that's a good thing.
I'm for CONTROLLED deer and bear hunting... I wish people could be spayed and neutered, en masse, I really do.

DECLAWING..... I'm on the fence about that. (a kittycat would be too) "Tagging" your pet with a "chip" so it can be found if lost... I'm OK with that.

But how the hell is it right to do that shit to the kitten in these pictures? Look at what it's got in the nape of it's neck. That's what's in my ear.

I guess people could make some similar argument about piercing a baby girl's ears. I think that's a tiny bit different. Just a tiny bit. She'll want her ears pierced eventually.... but don't do it.

When she's 14 or whatever... Take your girl (or boy) to a responsible person and have it done.

Link to news story here.

Names

2009-01-10T15:37:00.007-05:00

I always think the thing about "african american" names is part stereotype, part urban legend.... you know, like the kid named "Lemonjelo" ( lemon jello ), that sort of thing.

I have met people with very odd names, with odd spellings. So I know that people are strange.... this one takes the cake though.

I have "What Not To Wear" on TV behind me... the poor girl... I'd change my name... I have no idea how she spells it.... I'm guessing the way everyone is pronouncing it. The emphasis is on YOU".

Her name is YOUreen. Youreen? Urine? omg. I'm not kidding you. What the hell kind of name is that?

**searches** Oh my. There are some out there, they're hard to find... but there are some.

My best theory matches this "urban legend":

A young woman brought her daughter into Children's Hospital for a routine check up. On the records, the doctor saw that the child's first name was Urine (pronounced Youreen). Unable to contain her curiosity, the doctor asked the woman how her child came by such a "distinguished sounding" name.

The woman explained, "Well, my baby was born premature and had to stay in the special nursery. She was really sick and they didn't know if she would make it. I hadn't picked a name, but one day I came in and saw that the nurses had already given her one. There was this paper on her incubator that said 'Please save Urine,' so I knew that was the name of my baby."

Help! Help!

2009-01-03T22:58:00.009-05:00

Someone Save Me!!!! Regulus, Rita, Fifi, Anyone! I'm In Horrible Peril!!!!

I'm being chased around a virtual board game by blue penguins!!!!

No, I didn't choose to be that strange creature. The game decided that's what it wanted me to be. Then I got attacked by blue penguins.

*sigh* I can just see the obituary: Bryan's death was unfortunate. He died accidentally when he suddenly encountered a violent band of rare blue penguin bandits. The penguins stole all his virtual keys then escaped into another dimension.

Another year....

2008-12-31T23:35:00.006-05:00

Happy Nose Hair Everyone!!!

I think I'm Going To Die!!

2008-12-29T22:17:00.024-05:00

Obviously I didn't. I'm feeling much better now. I can breathe again and the bleeding has stopped.

Hey dad? Why is there a couch on top of your car?

Oh good! You're here! I need your help!!! I couldn't get a hold of your brother.

Ummmmm...????

So he quickly removed both of his front doors with his power drill/screwdriver as I stood there bewildered and dismayed.

Come on! This'll be easy!

It wasn't that easy. Tilt it!! No not that way! Go the other way!! Is your leg under there? I'll lift here, you pull it out! I can't dad, I'm stuck!! Just don't move it OK? I don't wanna get crushed. *manages to move couch and cautiously removes leg*

Darned thing was freaking heavy. I also sustained a minor hand injury.

Oh darnit, you're hurt! I didn't mean to do that to you! Are you OK?

I'll be fine dad. What the hell did you need a couch for? *blood dripping down my arm*

I wanted a new one and this one was nice.

It's now a tiny bit soiled. There's a bit of my blood on it. Not where it can be seen.

Sacrifice? Cosmic significance? I almost died under this couch for Humanity's Sins!

It's sort of ugly. It's very comfy though. I tried it out, in various positions.

It isn't exactly"new" either. It's in "almost new" condition. He got it at the Salvation Army store.

The price tag was originally $150. It got marked down... $100, 80, 60, 45, 30.

It's ugliness can be overlooked, especially since it's so comfy.....

He paid $11.47 for the darned thing! Yes, twelve dollars for a perfectly good (slightly ugly) sofa. Can't beat that!!

Where the heck did they come up with such a seemingly arbitrary price? $11.47???

He got me this.

It's a "plasma globe" light. It's cool looking just lit up, but if you touch it or move your hands around near the globe the "lightning" effects change.

I've wanted one for ages but it's a stupid thing to spend money on.

He paid $5 for it. Retail they go for, like 30 bucks.

He almost got a recliner for $10, but he doesn't have room for one. If it was anywhere near the condition the couch is in it's a deal.

One man's trash is another's treasure.

Putting the front doors back was a real pain in the ass.

Yes, I'm sitting in the dark with my new thingie while on the computer. This thing is cool. Worth $5.

Interpet It As You Will

2008-12-29T01:49:00.002-05:00

I'm digging this song. Of course the record companies won't let me link to the Leona Lewis version... the one that's blaring in my headphones... so this will have to do. It was the closest I could find. Bite me.

Who am I thinking about? A lost friend? One of my exes? The Blind Guy? One of my internet friends? Family? All of them? None of them?

Who are you thinking about? Obviously you thought of me... you wouldn't be here if you didn't... unless you got here from one of those fucking googlebotspyderinvasive searches.

Oh, here's the Leona Lewis version. It'll let me do this, click here instead.

Winter Trains

2008-12-28T01:46:00.012-05:00

It always happens this time of year. It's something with the cold winter air. The way the sound travels. It usually happens at night... or the wee hours of the morning to be more precise.

It happens other times of the year too, it's not just holidays when the trains are running constantly to possibly accommodate large groups of people.... but it's almost always at night, when it's very cold.

I live maybe a mile from the "Northeast Corridor" rail line. I could be in Florida or New York in almost no time if I really wanted to. I'm hoping to visit DC soon, somebody I kinda' know lives there.... I might even ride all the way to Florida.... and just ride back.....

I'm sure the train to Florida would dump me off somewhere I don't want to be. **sigh** It might be best to just come back home.... or not bother at all.

<----- I can find that here. Why waste the train fare.

Anyway... I'm hearing the trains blow their horns.... every 5, 10, 15 minutes. I'm loving it.

It must be the cold wintery air that does it. It's got to be. It's noon and I still hear them. Maybe my one blogger friend can explain the atmospheric condition. *poke* :-)

Hey!! Get Here Quick!! Bring Your Camera!!

2008-12-19T19:21:00.020-05:00

Hahaha!!! Silly dogs.

Silly Dad. The dogs have flack jackets too. I think they even have galoshes.

They didn't exactly like their new rain gear.

The little black one, Clyde, didn't seem to care.

He does have a brain the size of a peanut after all.

I think the nut is cracked.

Jake didn't seem terribly amused.

He didn't know what to think.

Clyde is perpetually amused.

To Clyde it was just another adventure.

Rocks amuse Clyde. Lint amuses Clyde.

Happy Happy Happy!!!

Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle!!!

He's a complete retard.

I sometimes think it would be nice to be completely retarted.

Oh, excuse me, mentally challenged.

I mean one of the really mentally challenged... the kind that don't know they are and never will. One of the sort that would still be blissfully happy even as they got crushed by a steam roller.

They went for a 20 minute walk in the rain bundled in their sweaters and raincoats .

Happy Happy!!! Walk Walk!!

No, that's not me. That's my dad.

Even though I love his doggies I'm not walking them in that crap.

I'm not walking them in the snow either. They can go out in his yard.

(We haven't gotten any real snow today. Just rain that could cause lots of black ice. We got out of work early - 3 pm, in anticipation of that.

Currently snow is forecasted for tomorrow night.)

Jake still seemed thouroghly confused by his raincoat when they got back, with good reason...

Dad!!! He's got that smooshed pug face. He can't see out of the darned thing!!

Even with the rain gear they still managed to get pretty wet.

Awww. Look at their little sweaters!!

Savage Chickens!!!

2008-12-12T20:17:00.003-05:00

lol!

More Savage Chickens can be found at savagechickens.com.

Wait Just A Second

2008-12-09T00:48:00.011-05:00

Yes, I stole it, verbatim.... No, I borrowed it. This post isn't mine at all. source here

I thought it was interesting. Something you never think about...

On Dec. 31 this year, your day will be just a second longer.

Like the more well-known time adjustment, the leap year, a "leap second" is tacked on to clocks every so often to keep them correct.

Earth's trip around the sun - our year with all its seasons - is about 365.2422 days long, which we round to 365 to keep things simpler. But every four years, we add 0.2422 x 4 days (that's about one day) at the end of the month of February (extending it from 28 to 29 days) to fix the calendar.

Likewise, a "leap second" is added on to our clocks every so often to keep them in synch with the somewhat unpredictable nature of our planet's rotation, the roughly 24-hour whirl that brings the sun into the sky each morning.

Historically, time was based on the mean rotation of the Earth relative to celestial bodies and the second was defined from this frame of reference. But the invention of atomic clocks brought about a definition of a second that is independent of the Earth's rotation and based on a regular signal emitted by electrons changing

In 1970, an international agreement established two timescales: one based on the rotation of the Earth and one based on atomic time.

The problem is that the Earth is very gradually slowing down, continually throwing the two timescales out of synch, so every so often, a "leap second" has to be tacked on to the atomic clock.

Jewel?

2008-12-08T11:29:00.015-05:00

Jewel? Do I like her?

Yes, you do. **thinks to self: I'm buying myself a ticket. I'll get there somehow. I'm going.**

What does she sing? Are you stupid? **sings songs at her** Her? Yes, her.

I like her!!! Yes, her! You silly person!!!! I NEED TO KNOW NOW!!! I need to be awake!

Yes! Yes!! Get tickets!!

Excuse me? Guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,
somebody who gave a damn! Somebody more like myself.

Hmmmm. Crosses eyes. Bangs head on desk. (the lyrics apply here) Why is everyone so damned stupid!!!! My Best Friend, who likes Jewel doesn't know who Jewel is. Aaaaaaarrrgggg!!!!

So, this faggot woke up at 9:00 am on a Saturday (unheard of, it's a rarity) to pounce upon tickets the moment they went on sale. Guess what. I still got shitty tickets, they sold out real quick. Shut up. I'm allowed to say faggot when I refer to myself. I'm GAY. Calling myself a fag is perfectly acceptable. Call me a fag and I might punch you in the face. It's like the "N-Word".

I now have two tickets to see Jewel Feb. 7th in a 1000 seat venue. Nice. I've been there before to see John Fogherty... so even my lousy seats are good. See, I'm not a total fruit. I like John Fogherty after all. (Why do I feel the need to justify myself? I might need therapy. Fuck all of you. OBVIOUSLY I'm not a happy camper lately)

We're gonna turn it into a whole weekend thing. Go down Friday, hang out, take a stroll if it's not terribly cold, get stinking drunk, leave Sunday... and of course there will be a jacuzzi.

Down Under

2008-12-07T12:23:00.005-05:00

Funny.

( borrowed from Rackorf -- From the Cave )

I wrote you a poem... I'm not gonna write you a love song...

2008-12-04T19:52:00.005-05:00

**edited 12-12-08 to add Love Song - Sara Bareilles**

I wrote a Love Poem! Well.... not really. I was going through some of my bookmarks and found a Love Poem Generator. You just plug words into it like in Mad-Libs (noun, verb, adjective, like that) and it spits out your poem.

I'd link it so you could create your own but the site made my pop-up blocker madder than hell.

Apparently it doesn't work very well. Here's my love poem.

My Love

Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms sensuous as the iris in the purest hope of spring. My heart follows your piano voice and leaps like a puppy at the whisper of your name. The evening floats in on a great giraffe wing.

I am comforted by your jockstrap that I carry into the twilight of air freshenerbeams and hold next to my lips. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of baby oil.

As my nose falls from my t-shirt, it reminds me of your doorknob. In the quiet, I listen for the last explosion of the day.

My heated earlobe leaps to my sock. I wait in the moonlight for your secret balloon so that we may lay as one, earlobe to earlobe, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical blanket of love.

How romantic!! Any takers? I am single.

Made By Request

2008-12-03T23:17:00.014-05:00

Well, my new handmade quilt is done!!! Did I mention it before? I quite like it!

It should be in the mail soon, along with the Tibetan silk afghan. I don't have a picture of that. I expect it's a bit pink. At the very least it'll be colorful. The yarn is made from remnants of the silk used to make saris. Indulgent, I know... but part of the proceeds from the silk yarn did go to charity.

I can't remember what I did. I helped AIDS patients, saved rainforests or gave a child shoes and books. Something of that sort. I don't know how much of it actually went to charity. Hopefully a fair portion, but "charities" have all that "overhead". **sigh** When they spend more on "management" than they do on "helping" is it really a charity?

Anyway... Here's my quilt! No! That's NOT my room!!

Front:

I figured anything bigger than a twin size would be a pain in the ass to wash and much bigger than I really need. This will work nicely anywhere I wish to use it and I can toss it in my washing machine rather than have to take a big one to the laundromat or a cleaner.

I'm not too keen on the cream color. It sould have been a darker, smoky color, more of a coffee shade. It's too white, but it works. Putting all those bits and pices together must have made her positively batty. She took it apart once or twice, maybe thrice or even more!

Back:

It's a custom creation made just for me, as was the silk yarn afghan (both a first for her). We played e-mail ping-pong back and forth with colors and designs until I decided what I wanted. I think it was a bit more work than she expected. I don't think she's made anything quite that big before (I could be wrong).

This was made by Gretchen from Banannas and Toddlers. She's quite a sewing wiz. She seems like quite an amazing person.

IT'S DICK!

2008-12-02T23:07:00.002-05:00

How did I miss this? I just bought it. It didn't get very good reviews. They all say this scene is the best one in the film.

The reviews also say the movie destroyed the book. I ordered that as well. Free shippng rocks.

This is a clip from the 2002 movie The Rules of Attraction.

Ahhhh. To be young again. This is clip is reminiscent of a scene from my real life.

Brokeback Star Trek

2008-11-28T18:26:00.003-05:00

Haahahaha. This is great.

The there's Monty Python meets Star Trek. Awesome. :)

Happy Birthday

2008-11-23T00:00:00.016-05:00

My Blogger friend Regulus' birthday is this week.

I wish him many, many more birthdays, all of them joyful and jubilant!!

At the very least, just plain happy.

Happy Birthday. ((hug))

Redneck Christmas Tree

2008-11-17T14:38:00.008-05:00

I want one!!!
(pics get bigger if you click them)

I don't know why.

I just do!

Isn't it pretty?

Hey, we're supposed to recycle.

This person is on to something!!

What it is, I'm not sure.

Look, how festive that is!!

Somebody pointed out that the 2 liter bottle tree topper might be a fire hazard.

It's not a fire hazard if they did it right.

I've made lamps from 2 liter bottles. They can be quite amusing. People look at them and go "What the Fuck?" "How did you do that?" "What the hell were you smoking? I want some!"

It's all in the wiring and wattage and all that technical glop. It's really very simple. Stick a 15 watt bulb in there and it lights up very well. That thing looks like it has too much wattage.

I hope they used white Christmas lights. Good ones, not dollar store shit. You could also throw a bunch of glowsticks in the bottle instead.

See, now here you thought I was just a fag! I am that, there is no doubt. But I can make things, build stuff... I laid my own patio! I ain't one of them prissy queers! lol

I could quite easily make one of THOSE!!

Shopping

2008-11-15T01:50:00.009-05:00

I realize being a "law enforcement official" is a very hard job. I'm very happy they are there. When they aren't assholes on a power trip. I support my local police. There are quite a few nice men & women who work hard.

At least this one wasn't wasn't a total asshole, it didn't annoy me, much. What annoyed me was that he has to be there in the first place. Watch that people don't steal, fight or get hurt. He shouldn't have to be there.

On my way out... I didn't buy anything, I didn't need anything. At maximum I was in there seven minutes. Maybe someone thought I was a decoy, a distraction. Hell No. I don't need that shit in my life.

What did you come to shop for?
(I should have said that's none of your business.)
I have these buy one get one free bottlecaps I wanted to cash in before they expire. They don't have the right size here though. Guess I need to go to ShopRite.
(Shows policeman a bottlecap)
Then why did you bring that shopping cart.
(I have a new-fangled version of an Old Granny Cart)
I have twenty two of these in my pocket. That's fourty four bottles of soda. I'm gonna carry that three blocks? That's what the cart is for. Shopping.
Oh.

Jerk. I'm glad he was there though. Living in the city isn't always easy. I certainly don't want to get mugged again.

I miss you.

2008-11-11T06:36:00.007-05:00

I wasn't having a good day. I'm beginning to get into the state where I don't want another day. I don't want to do it anymore. Then I accidentally stumble across this shit. It didn't make my day better.

This song does so many things to me, I can't even begin to describe it. If I try to it will just help prove that I'm mentally unstable.

How do I explain it?

Stop That!

2008-11-08T23:25:00.012-05:00

I'm trying to read!

It isn't mine. It's dad's.

I think it's an Alien. A Gremlin.

It's supposed to be a dog.

It wiggles. Wiggles and wiggles then wiggles even more.

I give it a mean look and it cowers, curls into a little ball then flops on it's back waiting for me to pounce upon it and rub his belly.

I think it's insane. It's brain must be the size of a walnut.

It loves me though. That's a good thing... but it also loves rocks, lint, egg mcmuffins, bottle caps and practically everything else. Whatever.

It is a rather sweet creature.

I was reading this, written buy this guy, who I really know nothing about.

It was quite good. I couldn't put it down once I started reading it... Lost a whole day.

I wish him all the best... he's a good writer.

This is neat!

2008-11-03T21:49:00.002-05:00

This is neat! I'm waiting for it to explode or something though.

The new computer I bought for dad (& MEEEEE!!!!!!) has a TV card in it. I like hanging with dad.

It works like a tivo too, I can set it to record crap in advance/perpetuity and then burn it as a DVD or delete it later. How cool.

I also don't have to spin around in the chair while watching the boob tube and doing dumb computer shit. The window resizes and parks however I want it. I have no idea how half the crap on this thing works, it didn't come with a manual (like I'd have read it anyway).

Oooops!

2008-10-30T20:41:00.006-04:00

Oooops! I did it again. I didn't do it on purpose. I wasn't looking for them. I was looking for a watch. I wanted something that looked heavy metal/gothic. I don't wear a wristwatch, I wanted something to put on the lanyard I wear with my keys and stuff. Somehow I found these in the process.

Pointy things! Sharp pointy things!

They're gifts. They were well recieved.

Tell me those are not cool. They are you know.

Hey, I know somebody who collects knives. Get over it.

Just to show you what a total freak I am.... Here's my other recent purchase!!

What the hell am I gonna do with these stupid things?

I've always wanted one. Now I have these. I bought an original Sonny and Cher as well.

Circa 1976 or so I would always be parked in front of the TV to watch Sonny & Cher.

No matter where I was or what I was doing I'd rush home to watch.

When the breakup was finally real and they splintered into the "Sonny Show" & "Cher Show" you know what I was watching.

I'm sure my mother would have gotten me one "back in the day". We just couldn't afford it. She did buy me a "Holly Hobbie" oven.

Fashions by Bryan

2008-10-29T19:49:00.007-04:00

Oh, yes I did! I wasn't kidding!! Here's proof.

Here is our sensuous model Bryan wearing his shirt from the Fifi collection.

Isn't he positively delicious!!!!

It was quite a hit. A very beautiful picture they said.

Everyone thought it was my wife! Hahahahahaha!!!!!!

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!

2008-10-24T22:37:00.002-04:00

This is soooooooo bad that it's actually good. I hope that's what they were going for. They couldn't have been serious.

Please vote NO! on Proposition 8 if you can. If you can't vote, please show your support somehow. I'm not suggesting David is gay, the evidence points to the contrary. I don't know the man. He seems totally straight to me.... but that vidieo is gay.

Gay as in bleah, that's awful!!!! I'm allowed to use that word. I'm a fag. It's sort of like that "N" word people aren't supposed to use. Sometimes it's OK, sometimes it isn't.

Vote Obama, please. I don't want that crazy seeming woman a step away from being in charge.

I always liked him

2008-10-24T00:48:00.006-04:00

I've always liked Ron Howard.

Right now I want to give him a big giant hug.

You can guess who I'm voting for. It has nothing to do with Opie, even though I still think he's cute now that he's older and bald.

We need the change. This can't continue. Vote Obama. How much worse can things get? He might fix it.

Do you really want that insane seeming woman one breath away from the Presidency?

And while you're at it.... Please vote NO! on Proposition 8. If you can't vote, please show your support somehow.

Yikes!!!!!!

2008-10-20T01:05:00.003-04:00

Apparently the Ministerio De Defensa has been peeking at my blog. How fucking scary/freaky is that.

Listen Ministerio De Defensa. I happen to like hot men of varied colors, builds, ethnicities, whatever.. I certainly don't want to hurt them, or anyone else. Yikes!!!

aaaarrrrgggg.

2008-10-18T23:36:00.004-04:00

He's angry with me. At least he was at six am. *sigh* I don't blame him.... I'm not about to call him right now either. *sigh*

I thought it would be a nice thing if I brought him coffee... enough for the whole day (I know how he portions it), and a buttered roll for a snack later.

I knew this wasn't exactly the most wonderful of ideas. He doesn't need distractions when he has to leave for the hospital. I meant to say "Morning! Love 'ya. Have a good day!" and leave. Less than two minutes of his time, and not terribly distracting in my mind. That would have worked. That's almost what happened.

What made it not work was that I arrived much sooner than I thought I would. Who knew I could walk 5 miles that fast. I certainly didn't. So I sat on his porch for half an hour. I was freezing by then. Who'da thunk it would be so cold? So, I called him then. Twice. He should have been awake by then. (He was.)

Around five after six, ***** got there to pick him up. "Oh! Hi! Bryan." knocked on the door, rang the bell and used the spare key to get in.

Then all hell broke loose. Well, it wasn't that bad. I did leave almost immediately as I had planned.

"Wait. Stop. Please. You can be angry with me later. Your phone was ringing all night? THAT WASN'T ME! The last two calls you got were me. Yell at me later for that, I got cold out there. Eat. Do what you gotta do. Here's coffee for now. Coffee for later and a snack. I'm back outta here."

"Bryan do you need a ride?"

"No, I'm not fucking ****. I know how to get from point A to point B. Unlike your wife. I got my sorry ass here, I know how to get it home. I walked here. Let's see her do that. It it kept me sober. Bringing him coffee was a good thing. He has coffee and I'm sober. That's not gonna last very long now."

Then I left.

I walked halfway home.

Then I called a cab.

It was too cold. Too far to walk. I was upset.

I'm back into the vodka.

Video Interlude

2008-10-18T21:38:00.004-04:00

I love Betty White!

Let's dance! Janet Jackson... I so want to go back in time. This was a good time for me. Sort of. Looking back, I don't think he was nicknamed "Pleasure Principle" for just one reason. I still love him... but I don't want to be with him. (lies lies lies. I do want to, but no.) It wasn't working then, it won't work now. If you read this, I do still love you.

Mini Palin! *laughing my ass off*

Good Grooming Habits!! Piper Palin fixes her brother's hair.

This is just too fucking cute. I want one. I know, I know. I can't have one. How would I care for it. It's still adoreable.

OK. That's it. Have fun. Play nice.

Trains and things

2008-10-13T21:11:00.002-04:00

I had to take the train to go visit my Sister this weekend. We were going here:

Easier for me to take the train up to her city and leave from there. Of course I missed the train I intended to be on (due to my own stupidity). I made the second one though, just barely. The little "metro" thing came late (of course)...

I had to run across the street, into the station, buy my tickets, run through the station and down the stairs to the platform. (I don't know how people do this stuff on a daily basis.)

All these fat, piddling, fumfering idiots wandering in a daze. I just wanted to scream "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!!!" and shove them aside. I didn't do that though. Instead, I grabbed my bag by all it's straps and pretended I was avoiding the raindrops as they fell. A much more peaceful mindset I think.

'Scuse me. Pardon me. Whoops, sorry! Huh? You're going where? Follow ME!! It's this way!! Hurry!!!!

(<---- recycled picture from another trip)

[[Hee. I like to rescue somebody, even if it's just a small thing. It makes me feel good. :-) ]]

The show was pretty good.... except it was in a gymnasium. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that due to the energy costs and the shitty economy the air conditioning was off. You cannot have that many people in one area with concert lighting and have no air conditioning. I'm sorry. I wanted to be right in the crowd. It was too damned hot!

Fortunately "somebody" decided to break the rules and open a couple of the "secure" doors to let air in. What the hell? Did they want people to pass out? (I don't think I'm ever going there again, even though, overall it was a nice experience, I was hangin' with my sister.)

Don't ask. We're just strange. She noticed I was trying to take a picture of her eyball and she readily obliged. ---->

<---- That's Jason Mraz there.

<---- and here.

We spent most of the evening sitting on the gym floor (my ass still hurts) near the open door. At least it was only 80 degrees there. I can't imagine what it was like in the center of that crowd.

<---- this man had the cutest behind I have ever seen! My sister swatted me... she knew what I was thinking....

His boyfriend's butt wasn't too bad either.

"How do you know?"

"I know. Trust me. Gaydar. You didn't see how they interact either, you were at the snack bar."

"Oh. Ohhh. Yup! I can tell!!"

"Aren't they cute together!!"

"hehehehehe!"

She helped me take those. Pulled the little flashlight thing out of her purse so I'd have some light to get pics! There is no doubt. She is my sister.

On the way home... guess what happened. Yep, I missed the train. Again. *sigh* It was my own fault.... I left stuff on my sister's desk and she ran back in to get it (stupid me), so after she dropped me off I had to wait for the next one. But I'm home now. I spent the day with my Dad's doggies so they wouldn't be lonely.... (he had to work)....... so I wouldn't be lonely. Cuddly doggies are a nice thing.

I didn't want to get off the train though. I wanted to stay on it and go... somewhere. Where do I go? I think I want to go South and just ride the train. Get off wherever. Hang out for a while. Go to the beach. Not get killed.

Here you go!

2008-10-12T03:30:00.001-04:00

Here you go, as promised....

Get your air-sickness bags out now!!! It's kinda gross!!!

Don't say I didn't warn you!!!

Maestro, Drumroll please!!!

Ta-Da!!! My kidney stone!

That's my mouse, a quarter and a dime so you have something to judge it's size. The nasty bugger is about the size of a rather small dwarf raisin. If only it was soft like a raisin. Fucker hurt quite a bit as it was making it's journey.

I'll spare you the gory details. If you've had one you know how unpleasant it is. If you're reading this and want gory details, go look it up! Obviously, you have internet access.

I've had kidney stones before so there wasn't any panic this time. No "OMG! OMG!", and rushing off to the doctor. I knew what was going on.

It was just "ouch. this hurts, so much. i'm tired of having to pee every 10 minutes. eww, that's a gross color." There was about 24 hours of that. Not much fun at all.

Armed and Dangerous

2008-10-02T22:08:00.013-04:00

Now I just have to figure out how to carry all this around!!!!!

I'm kidding. It's all put away safely. I do think I need a couple of baseball bats though, those aren't a weapon really. One by each door.... and a can of hairspray, lysol or air freshener by each window and door, those aren't weapons.

It started with this. Why? No idea. I just always wanted one. Yes, it's a full sized sword.

Then on one of my excursions I found these. Daggers. I always wanted one. No Idea why. I just did.

These (below) were a gift from one of my favotite people. The blind guy.

Then there's my Swiss Army Knife (not pictured), at least that's utilitarian.

I think I have enough sharp pointy things.

I'd go get more cute plush animals... but I have enough of those too.

No more pointy things though.

That's enough.

Next up? Perhaps I'll grace you with a picture of the kidney stone I passed this morning!

Ouch. It hurts.

2008-10-01T19:19:00.007-04:00

I managed to injure myself again.

I walked down the stairs in the dark so I could throw my laundry in the dryer.

I thought I'd reached the bottom. Apparently I had one more step to go.

When I turned right to head for the basement.... ooops.

I flew off the stairs, hit the freezer and crashed to the dining room floor.

I sat there in pain for a few moments, gathered my wits about me and went downstairs to throw my clothes in the dryer.

I really do bruise up nicely don't I? The doctor says it's a lack of potassium in my diet.

Hello. Nobody in my family ingests potassium into their body properly. Fucking idiot doctors. The Mysterious Man I mention now and then wouldn't be blind today if you'd have only listened to him.

He was never an idiot. He did what YOU DOCTORS told him to do, to the best of his ability. Even now, you don't listen.

When a patient says "I can't take ***** it makes me sick." You need to explore another option.

You need to get your act together. Read the fucking medical records. How is it that you don't know what your patient is being treated for???

You've been told over and over. I take this. I take that. I take this for that. Dr **** want's me on that. This pill makes me vomit. How fucking clueless can you be? You're fucking doctors for Christ's sake. You should be able to treat him properly.

There's this one bruise, one on my hip and one on my calf. I feel pretty. I guess it offsets my tats in a strange way. Since they're almost all black, now I have color!

Eye candy!!

2008-10-01T00:23:00.008-04:00

I don't know what he does besides managing to look totally hot. I don't know what his hobbies are, his political stance, does he like cats or dogs? No Idea.

All I know is that he's hot. Very nice on the eyes. I shall investigate a tiny bit. Hmmm... All I can see is that he seems to be an uber hot model. And he models it quite well.

I like his name too, for obvious reasons. Here's Bryan Thomas. That's what I'm supposed to look like. Unfortunately I don't. That Bryan stole my good lookingness! How dare he!! <--- green with envy

Handmaiden, sorry, but I think Officer Bryan"t"lost his desktop wallpaper status for the time being. Can you blame me? **fan's self delicately** I think I need a cold compress. Damn he's hot.

Still not dead

2008-09-25T01:06:00.009-04:00

There are some computer/conectivity issues happening. I'm busy with that.

I'll be in and out I guess.

Don't touch it! Don't freaking touch it!!!!! I have the computer geek squad working on it!!!! ***holds up printed stuff*** I'll be back sunday!! I'll fix it.

What did he do? He fucked with it. It's almost completely dead.

So, I bought my dad a new computer today, since he managed to virus his all up. It certainly wasn't me that did it. I had it protected up the wazooo. Dumbass clicked on some shit he shouldn't have. Idiot.

Ewwww!! That's gross!!! Dad!!!! (Like I needed to know what kind of porn he looks at)

I liked using his computer. It worked better than my crappy desktop and my annoying laptop, plus I get to hang out with him and his doggies.

The doggies like that. I like It. Dad likes it. My dad is a great guy.

[[Mom still loves him, he loves her.... It just stopped working for them. I don't know exaxtly why... I do, but I don't. It's not exactly like I can quiz them about all of it. There's fault and blame that can be attributed to everyone. Lonnggg story that I cannot share. It's not all mine to tell. It's not all bad. Nothing truly horrid.]]

I love you! You love me! We're a Disfunctional Family!!

So, I guess the new mega-computer he has is actually mine. I bought it. I should password protect it huh?

I wonder what will happen when we run the cable to it and try to watch TV with the picture in picture/record option.

Catastrophe I'm sure.

I'm not dead

2008-09-18T18:57:00.009-04:00

I just don't feel like doing this. I have nothing to say and nothing interesting to report, so I may not update for a while. Nobody reads this dreck anyway.... maybe they do. I should go look at the counter thing.

I'll leave the politics up to the other bloggers. They do it better.

I wanted Hillary. I'll settle for Obama.

Don't get me started on Palin.... well, you can't, I don't talk politics. I'll just excuse myself and walk away from you, whatever side you're on.

My friend and I are seeing Cirque Du Soleil on saturday. Should be good. The seats look like they're great (on the chart). Hopefully I'll get some good pics with my phone.

I've got a jacuzzi room too. The one with the big robin's egg blue heart shaped jacuzzi.....

Hey, Regulus! Come stalk me! **wink** I'll be staying just down the street from the Greek diner! Bring some swim trunks for the jacuzzi!!! I'll take you to the pizza joint where they make GOOD food. We can also go to the gross adult bookstore and stare at the creepy perverts!!

I guess I'm a bit of a creepy pervert myself. I've been in there often enough...

Not ever to "hook up" with anybody. Just to browse the porn, buy some, get things for friends that were too embarrassed to go in such a place. That sort of thing.

The clearance bin at a porn store can be quite interesting and fun!! Imagine the looks on the faces of your friend's when they open their gift and its a.... never mind. (I always buy something appropriate though. I do, honest)

I once talked to the guy at the register..... I was bored and the place was almost empty. He had just come back from cleaning the bathroom. He said it's a really gross job (as one might imagine), and lots of strange people come in. (haha)

If I have the opportunity to talk to him again I need to ask him why he works there and what he gets paid. Maybe he's the owner.

Ooohhh. I forgot about this! A brief uncomfortable moment! Once, I was walking out and someone who works in my building was walking in!!!! We don't know each other, but recognition was there. I held the door for him. lol

Ouch.

2008-09-05T20:04:00.009-04:00

No, I didn't do this to myself.

(click it. it gets bigger.)

I wasn't doing anything stupid or crazy.

I was pretty much minding my own business.

My father sprained his ankle.

"Hey, do you have an Ace Bandage?"

"No." ..... so I went to the drug store to get him one. He didn't ask me to (I had film that needed to be dropped off anyway).

This happened behind my house when I got back from my kind errand.

My father feels terrible.

A 6'2-3" 200lb or so "African-American Gentleman" tackled me. I don't use this word.... but in this context I think it's more appropriate than the politically correct term "African-American Gentleman".... so let's change it shall we?

A 6'2-3" 200lb or so "FUCKING NIGGER" tackled me, pinned me to the ground and stole everything I had.

"Don't talk. Don't scream. Don't move. I'll kill you."

I wasn't about to argue.

He got my wallet (ID, credit cards, cash, ATM card), my phone, even keys to my house.

Of course the fucking police treated ME like I was the criminal. Assholes.

Of course I can't identify the fucking bastard YOU IDIOTS!

Of course I didn't say that to them. I was screaming it in my head.

It took hours to make sure all my accounts were shut down. Press this. Press that. For English press one. Motherfuckers.

I can't get into any of them, not even my bank account (yet)... but that means he can't either.

The locks have been changed.

Needless to say, I've been a wreck all week. **sigh**

I love you

2008-09-01T02:36:00.003-04:00

I love you.

More than you will ever fucking know.

This is awful.

I can't tell you. I can't. You already know tooo much.

Son of a bitch. I hate you.

I hate that I love you.

I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.

I love you.
*punches wall*
*slams hand on desk*
I hate you.

I love you.

I do it right

2008-08-29T19:01:00.013-04:00

I've stayed at the Marriott.

I've stayed at the Hilton.

I stayed at the Borgata once.

I've stayed in complete dumps.

I've slept in cemetaries.

I've slept in abandoned vehicles.

I always manage to do it right.

I'm all wet there.

Guess why.

That's because THIS is just down the hall from me.

There's nobody here but my friend and I.

The place is empty.

So what if it's next to a truck stop.

Do I care that it's near a turnpike exit?

I certainly do not.

It's quiet.

We have a king size bed.

We have a jacuzzi.

Free high speed internet.

The best free breakfast I've ever had.

And an empty indoor heated pool down the hall.

All to ourselves.

And there's a Wendy's a block away.

With many hot truckers going in and out.

Nice!

G'bye for now. We're going in the pool again.

Then we might need to use the riding crop again as well.

On-line survey

2008-08-27T00:17:00.006-04:00

Now imagine that Tropicana Pure Premium is a person. From the list below, please select the words that best describe Tropicana Pure Premium as a person to you.

Friendly
Outgoing
Carefree
Energetic
Hip
Confident
Easygoing
Contemporary
Bold
Honest
Independent
Responsible
Inspired
Proud
Trustworthy
Approachable
None of the above

None of the above!! It's fucking ORANGE JUICE!!! IT TASTES LIKE ORANGES. I think the bottle you pictured is ugly! It's not a person, if it was, I would not fuck it unless it paid me. OK, maybe I would, if it was a nice orange juice bottle person and we hit it off. Looks aren't everything. BUT IT'S ORANGE JUICE!!!

Of course I wasn't given the option to say that. It asked me all sort of other dumb things too. Even about things I told it I never buy or use.

I wouldn't take these things, but it helps pay the bills. Once it paid for my internet for the month and I had a credit as well!

Dictionary

2008-08-24T20:18:00.002-04:00

ubiquity;

NOUN:
Existence or apparent existence everywhere at the same time; omnipresence: "the repetitiveness, the selfsameness, and the ubiquity of modern mass culture" (Theodor Adorno ).

ubiquitous;

ADJECTIVE:
Being or seeming to be everywhere at the same time; omnipresent: "plodded through the shadows fruitlessly like an ubiquitous spook" (Joseph Heller).

ubiety;

NOUN:
The condition of being located in a particular place.

Class is over. You're all dismmissed for the day. Have fun!

Riddle!!!

2008-08-22T19:33:00.013-04:00

How do you know you know when you're in a White Trash/Ghetto neighborhood?

When your neighbors are having a barbecue/tattoo party in their yard.

How do you know you're White Trash/Ghetto?

When you crash the party and get some ink.

Here's my new one. Just born. Less than five minutes old. It's swollen and a bit bloody.

It's an Ankh, on my wrist.

I can cover it with a watch or some other paraphenalia should I desire to do so.

I don't care if you like it. I do. I know what it means to me. That's what matters. It's my body. My choice. You don't like it? Look away. Change the station. I didn't tie you down and force you to have it on your nose, did I?

I was a bit worried about people getting tattooed in someone's yard..... I was wondering if I should call some sort of authority..... maybe I should have.....?????

Then I realized he works at one of the places I go to!!! He had a whole setup back there!!!!! WTF!?!?!

Sterile needles!! New tat-gun! Everything packed and wrapped, safely, conveniently in compartments!!..... so, I printed out a picture and I crashed the party.

They tried to send me home with food too! lol

Nice people are mega cool.

**updated** Here it is about 12 hours later.

It's much less swollen and icky.

It's not as huge as it looks either.

That's something that happened in the transition from phone to computer to blog.

I can cover it with paraphenalia if I want to.

Now I must go put more bacitracin on it.

I need another one now. My balance is off. I can't have three on one arm and two on the other.

I already know what I want. It's going on my other wrist.

A Thousand Miles

2008-08-18T00:59:00.000-04:00

If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could Just see you
Tonight
It's always times like these
When I think of you
And I wonder
If you ever
Think of me

Vanessa Carlton - A Thousand Miles

Photo taken Saturday 8-16-08 (around 2:30 pm) somewhere on Route 206 South while en route to Atlantic City.

I hate people

2008-08-13T02:47:00.012-04:00

Why are people so stupid?

A 4-5 year old boy who lives down the street from me fell out of a second story window this evening. Onto cement.

He's a nice little kid. I see him and his sister with their mom (I assume) when I leave for work in the morning.

They both wave and say hi.

His sister almost fell out the window as well, trying to grab him, from what I'm told. (She's 1 - 1 & 1/2 years older.)

I didn't see it happen. She could have pushed him for all I know.

I'm glad I didn't see it happen. I would have completely freaked out.

I think I would have had the presence of mind to call 911 though.... like my neighbor did. She has nursing training. She called 911.

She ran out of her house with clean towels and stayed by the boy until help came. Help came very quickly.

I can't say more. What I overheard was too much. I can't say things I do not know as fact.

Police radios can be very loud.

There will be an investigation.

That house will be empty within a week, no doubt about it.

**Update** Some of this is from what I would call a reliable source. Some from what I saw/overheard.**

When the emergency services got there there, nobody would answer. The police kicked in the door.

The boy was lying on the sidewalk screamimg at the top of his lungs!! I heard it inside my house down the street!!

The father was completely, passed out drunk and was taken away in handcuffs. There were 3 other men in the house.

I think there were more... they just escaped out the back. There were at least 10 people living in that house. Probably illegals.

They're gone. Told you they'd be gone by the weekend.... Well not quite gone, the grandparents are dragging stuff out of the house and taking it away as I type.

One of the officers mentioned drugs.

It made the paper. A little blurb.

Boy, 2, hospitalized after fall from second floor in Trenton
Wednesday, August 13, 2008

TRENTON -- A toddler was rushed to the regional trauma
center last night after he fell out a second floor window.
The fall took place about 8 p.m. at a home in the 100 block of Genesee Street, emergency officials said.

The child, described as a 2-year-old boy, fell more than a dozen feet, officials said, noting that the boy appeared to have suf fered leg injuries but did not lose consciousness.

He was rushed by ambulance to the trauma unit at Capital Health System at Fuld hospital.
Information about his condition was not available last night. The circumstances of the fall were under investigation last night by police and city building inspectors.

testing

2008-08-02T21:26:00.000-04:00

testing

Good Night Sophia

2008-07-22T17:37:00.009-04:00

Estelle Getty July 25, 1923 - July 22, 2008

Dorothy: What happened?
Blanche: She shot my vase.
Dorothy: What are you doing shooting, are you crazy?!
Rose: I heard a noise, I thought it was robbers.
Sophia: I lived eighty, eighty-one years, I survived two world wars, pneumonia, a stroke and two operations. One night I'll belch and Stable Mabel here will blow my head off!

Sophia: Ow!
Dorothy: What is it, Ma?
Sophia: Pain!
Dorothy: What kind of pain?
Sophia: The kind that hurts!

Sophia: Oh boy, we're going to a sperm bank. I wonder if they have a drive-up window.

Blanche: I'm abhorred.
Sophia: We know what you are, Blanche. I'm glad to finally hear you admit it.
Blanche: Sophia, I said abhorred.
Sophia: Abhorred, a slut, a tramp. It's all the same.

VIDEOS ARE NOT FRIENDLY WITH ANYTHING OTHER THAN IE!!! DON'T EVEN BOTHER!!!!!! Unless you have all the work arounds figured out already. :)

Estelle Getty imdb link.

From AP via CNN:

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- Estelle Getty, the diminutive actress who spent 40 years struggling for success before landing a role of a lifetime in 1985 as the sarcastic octogenarian Sophia on TV's "The Golden Girls," has died.

She was 84.

Getty, who had advanced dementia, died about 5:30 a.m. Tuesday at her Hollywood Boulevard home, said her son, Carl Gettleman of Santa Monica.

"Estelle always wanted to be an actress, and she achieved that goal beyond her dreams," former "Golden Girls" co-star Rue McClanahan said. "Don't feel sad about her passing. She will always be with us in her crowning achievement, Sophia."

"The Golden Girls," featuring four female retirees sharing a house in Miami, grew out of NBC programming chief Brandon Tartikoff's belief that television was ignoring its older viewers.

Three of its stars had appeared in previous series: Bea Arthur in "Maude," Betty White in "The Mary Tyler Moore Show" and McClanahan in "Mama's Family." The last character to be cast was Sophia Petrillo, the feisty 80-something mother of Arthur's character.

"Our mother-daughter relationship was one of the greatest comic duos ever, and I will miss her," Arthur said in a statement.

When she auditioned, Getty was appearing on stage in Hollywood as the carping Jewish mother in Harvey Fierstein's play "Torch Song Trilogy." In her early 60s, she flunked her "Golden Girls" test twice because it was believed that she didn't look old enough to play 80.

"I could understand that," she said a year after the show debuted. "I walk fast; I move fast; I talk fast."

She came prepared for the third audition, however, wearing dowdy clothes and telling an NBC makeup artist, "To you, this is just a job. To me, it's my entire career down the toilet unless you make me look 80." The artist did, and Getty got the job and won two Emmys.

"The only comfort at this moment is that although Estelle has moved on, Sophia will always be with us," White said.

"The Golden Girls" culminated a long struggle for success during which Getty worked low-paying office jobs to help support her family while she tried to make it as a stage actress.

"I knew I could be seduced by success in another field, so I'd say, 'Don't promote me, please,' " she recalled.

She also appeared in small parts in a handful of films and TV movies during that time, including "Tootsie," "Deadly Force" and "Victims for Victims: The Theresa Saldana Story."

After her success in "The Golden Girls," other roles came her way. She played Cher's mother in "Mask," Sylvester Stallone's in "Stop or My Mom Will Shoot" and Barry Manilow's in the TV film "Copacabana." Other credits included "Mannequin" and "Stuart Little" (as the voice of Grandma Estelle).

"The Golden Girls," which ran from 1985 to 1992, was an immediate hit, and Sophia, who began as a minor character, soon evolved into a major one.

Audiences particularly loved the verbal zingers Getty would hurl at the other three. When McClanahan's libidinous Blanche once complained that her life was an open book, Sophia shot back, "Your life's an open blouse."

"I always told her she should be a standup comic. She was so funny in person," McClanahan recalled. "She would always say, 'Why couldn't we make these characters Jewish? Why am I Sicilian?' "

Getty had gained a knack for one-liners in her late teens when she did standup comedy at a Catskills hotel. Female comedians were rare in those days, however, and she bombed.

Undeterred, she continued to pursue a career in entertainment, and although her parents were encouraging, her father also insisted that she learn office skills so she would have something to fall back on.

Born Estelle Scher to Polish immigrants in New York, Getty fell in love with theater when she saw a vaudeville show at age 4.

She married New York businessman Arthur Gettleman (the source of her stage name) in 1947, and they had two sons, Carl and Barry. The marriage prevailed despite her long absences on the road and in "The Golden Girls."

Getty was evasive about her height, acknowledging only that she was "under 5 feet and under 100 pounds."

McClanahan said her nickname for Getty was Slats.

"Because she was so short, itty-bitty," she said.

In addition to her son Carl, Getty is survived by son Barry Gettleman of Miami, Florida; a brother, David Scher of London, England; and a sister, Rosilyn Howard of Las Vegas, Nevada.

Incompetence

2008-07-17T00:00:00.006-04:00

I had to send a package back.

Hair dye I ordered online. I wanted blue, like before, but this Blue Envy stuff was gonna turn my hair bright purple. I know it says blue. It looks blueish on that picture of the box. I got the stuff, looked at the box...... Uhhhhh, no thanks.

I have processed hair. I had to bleach it to make it blue the first time. I've been coloring it blonde ever since. No purple hair for me!!!!!

If I put that Blue Envy stuff on my hair it would turn the color the girl on the purple box has. I wonder what insane shade the purple kind would actually be. I don't plan to find out. No way I'm using Splat dye.

My friend's cousin's sister's niece... or some such crap, colored her hair bright pink. The darned stuff won't come out!!

Anyway, the stuff had to go back. $45.00 of hair dye? Looking at that one link, I paid too much for it! I forget where I ordered it from.

So I printed out a label in HUGE print and took it to the post office.
I got home yesterday...... Oooh! A package!! What? What!!! What!!!!!!!

The Idiots at the postal service sent the box back to ME! What the fuck??

Now I have to send it back again. I'm not paying to send it back again. Fuckers better just slap new postage on it.

I Made It Back...

2008-07-12T22:08:00.020-04:00

John Mayer rocks. He does. You'd have to see him live though.

He did some very bluesy stuff. There was a bit of a jam thing going on for a bit, licks from Zeppelin, Beatles, ohhhh, the Dude is pretty good. He was good. He's gotten better. It isn't all pussy, wimpy, fag, emo music. He can rock out once he get's going.

Ticket upgrades rock!!!!

My spectacular seat turned out to be not what the seating chart showed. It was crap. I was highly disappointed....

***light bulb goes off over head, goes to box office***

Can I have a different seat? The man next to me is very large, he keeps bumping into me (True). So, I ended up much closer with no change in price. Yay! Go me!

What did not rock was getting home....

You can't get here from there easily after 10 pm. You just can't. So, I had arranged for a car to get me and take me where I needed to go. Easy enough, no? I spoke to him three times during the week. His price was reasonable.

Yes, I'll come get you. Call an hour before you need to depart.

Fucker backed out and I had to scramble for alternate transportation.

So I called my wonderful and lovely sister....

Get on the computer and find me a reliable car company that will GET ME OUT OF HERE!! Please!!!

Here, call (name omitted) at ***-****. They'll get you there.

$110.00 cab ride later I was halfway home. In a safe place at 1 am. On a friend's couch. With kitties in my lap. Drinking a Coors Light from her fridge.

Good friends, people who care are a good thing. I had a couch to sleep on. I was safe.

Below are pictures from the show in one of those montage thingies.

This week, saturday, I'm seeing Sir Elton again. This time I have a ride and a room.... with a jacuzzi of course.

Hmmmm. Things aren't playing nicely today. I hate that. I can't insert the player thingie!!!

Click here <----- Warning. It makes noise.

Fucking internet

2008-07-07T00:57:00.006-04:00

*Updated 7-8-08* Add Mother Fucking, Fucking Mass Transit to the title. See below.

I have a really great seat to see John Mayer on Thursday. You don't like him? I don't give a shit. You don't have to go.

The assholios at ticketmaster and Apple gave me a free download. It was a bitch to get. I have a version of this now.

I also have to get my sorry ass to and from a stupid Mayer show on a Thursday.

I hope the persons next to me don't suck.

Updated 7-8-08*

I'm sort of screwed. I can't get back home!! The metro and the busses aren't running as one would like when the concert will end. Why even go if you are unable to see the act you wanted to because you had to leave early.

I could take the metro/walk to catch a bus to center city Philadelpha, then a taxi to the train station, then a train home. That's nuts... and I'm not waiting in that section of Camden, NJ for a bus at 11 pm. It's bad enough during the day. (The thugs, prostitutes and drug dealers do their thing RIGHT IN FRONT OF POLICE HEADQUARTERS.)

My other option is just as complicated. Metro, a bus, another bus I'll miss, so that requires a taxi.

One of my co-workers said:

Bryan, do this. Take the metro to Pensauken, then the bus to Town Center. Call a cab from there, you know I'm only three towns over. You can sleep on the couch.

Unfortunately that doesn't exacty work either. I'll be stuck in Pensauken then. The bus doesn't run to Town Center at that hour. So, again, a taxi is required.

After much "internetting" to make sure I really had no simple esape from Camden... and a few phone calls. Problem solved. Expensively.

I'll be taking a taxi from Camden to Roebling for fifty fucking dollars. They wanted $100.00 to take me home. Fuck that.

I'll crash on my friend's couch and take the metro into work when it's running in the morning.

If something happens and I don't make it to her house or work, she'll know what happened. I'm somewhere sleeping in a makeshift tent I fashioned out of trash bags. I'm in jail or dead.

Wish me luck.

In My Ears

2008-07-06T06:04:00.006-04:00

I know, too much stuff on here in the past few days. Too much video crap.

Well shut your trap. OK?

This is playing on my iPod right now. Not this version. I needed visual. Don't like it? It doesn't matter.

This is what I'm listening to now. Almost full 80 gig iPods rock. Too bad I don't have one. Mine got stolen. I stole my Dad's. It's almost what mine was, he cloned mine into his empty one. That was back when mine was brand spankin new, so this one is only 1/4 full.

Shut your piehole. Don't say a word. I bought him a brand new one to replace the one I absconded with, it was only meant to be on loan. I can't give it back to him now, after I've abused it so, can I? All we need to do is clone this one and viola!

He never used the darned thing anyway. He just had to have one because I did. Same thing when I bought a new bicycle. He had one two days later. He doesn't use it. He says he does.

How do I know he doesn't use it? That he hasn't used it since he brought it home? Because I use mine. Frequently. When I'm not using it, it lives in his garage, giving his bicycle companionship of a sort. Poor neglected thing sits where he parked it when he got it home. Covered in two years of dust (There's dust everywhere). There's even a spiderweb on it. Does he think I'm stupid?

I'd take it out for a spin, so it wasn't so lonely... but it doesn't fit me and I'm not dragging out the tools to adjust the silly thing. If I did he'd probably get it into his head to ride it two days later. "Hey! you messed with my bike!!"

OK. Here's what I have on now. A song all about me. It's all about me you know.

The Lorax

2008-07-06T02:49:00.004-04:00

I'm sitting here crying as I'm watching this.

Nobody listens. Nobody pays attention. I try to.

Don't people realize that it is going to happen? Soylent Green is people dude.

I'm typing this on a thneed. A thing nobody wants but everybody needs.

Unfortunately a computer has become sort of a necessity. A thneed. I have to use one at work. I have to use one to do daily things. All the time. Things I used to be able to do by using the phone.

Things I could do with a rotary phone. I mean a real rotary phone, like circa 1963.

I still have one. It works. I'm tempted to hook it up.

You can't even do things on the phone anymore. Press this. Press That. If you know your parties extension... then the damned thing hangs up on you. Fuckers.

Anyway. If you are so inclined, and have the time watch it. I present you with...

The Lorax. (Thank you to the person who uploaded it. I think.) You did it with a thneed, huh?"

Happy Fourth

2008-07-04T10:32:00.004-04:00

No live fireworks today. Not that I can get to anyway. These will have to suffice.

*sigh* The one below is just stupid. They're lucky they didn't blow someone up... or cause an accident on that road.

This is sort of cool.

This is nutz. I forgot my Grandmother did this shit. She did though. I saw her. Fireworks of a sort, legal too! I don't imagine it's exactly legal now. They could cite you for at least six things right off the top of my head.

*sigh*

She must have been in her late 40's then. Only a little older than I am now. My Grandmother rocked. At the time, I didn't realize what a cool woman she actually was... all the things she had been through. I was just a kid.

I do now. The recent family rememberences are not fiction. I was there. She didn't say fuck around me, but apparently she had quite a mouth when such words needed to be used. Can't say I blame her, knowing what I do now.

She could and take names and kick but when she had to as well.

I know the RIGHT way to do this because of her. You have to be very careful, for many reasons. That's steel wool.

If there is sone great grand place somewhere...

I'm sorry. I know you understand why I wasn't there. I love you & miss you.

Happy 4th Nana. The video below is for you.

He misses you and Dad so very much. I know your turn is over, but please watch over him if you can. The ones here to help him are a bunch of fucking idiots!

I did spend quite a bit of time talking to one of my favorite individuals. That's always pleasant.

For The Ladies....

2008-07-04T03:08:00.005-04:00

and any gay male peeps who might stop by...

He's got the milk. I'd gladly supply the cookies.

That's Jonathan Breeze, a 24-year-old model from Long Island, N.Y.

There's more... I stole it. Just because the boy is so hot. Warning. This is an adult oriented link and not work or school appropriate. Click here.

OMG!

2008-07-03T22:16:00.002-04:00

OK, I was looking for something totally unrelated and somehow I stumbled upon this mess.

Time for a Shaun Cassidy Intelude!!!!!

I still have all my Shaun Cassidy LPs. Yes I do. You young people have no idea what LPs are do you? Does anyone know what a 4 track tape looks like? I do. I have some. The player died back in the late 70's. It was a sort of precursor to the cassette tape. It didn't catch on.

They were the old person's version of the compact disk.

No matter where I was or what I was doing, I would drop everything and run home to watch the "Hardy Boys & Nancy Drew".

I even have some "Teen Beat" magazines with him on the cover. How gay is that? (Disclaimer: I am not suggesting he is a homosexual. I have no knowledge of such things.) I know exactly where they are too!! They're in a box up in the attic mixed in with my comic books.

As I got older my tastes changed and I became more of a Parker Stevenson fan. I saw him in some made for TV movie a few years back... he was still quite yummy.

Oh heck! Let's throw in a Kristy & Jimmy McNichol video just for the hell of it.

Sightseeing

2008-07-02T21:12:00.012-04:00

These are from 6-22-08. It took me forever to get them where I needed them to be. Emailing, downloading, fixing, disgarding all the ones that were complete crap....

Uploading, sideloading, slantloading, fiddling.

Don't expect this sort of Herculean effort put into my blog again any time soon. This took many hours, and nobody reads this dreck anyway. Why should I put forth the effort? If people start reading then I'd be expected to have content with some quality. Damned it I do, damned if I don't. Fuck that.

I do get disappointed when nobody reads something I spent hours on though.

This post would have been 20 feet long if I posted pictures, even after all the ones I "tossed away", so I went the video montage route. There is some commentary in text and there is music, so LOWER your sound and adjust accordingly.

There was an art show at the end of my street. I had no idea! I almost missed it. I would have spent a great deal of time there. Live music, food, beer! Cool art! I missed the neat stuff, that happened on saturday into sunday in the wee hours. The glowing gnome might have been cool in a strange way.

If a chapter of "Art All Night" comes to your town... please support them if you can.

I spent about 90 minutes there and was off to my next adventure. I saw a very sexy man on the train. Oh, wait!! That's me!!! Hahaha.

My destination? The Battleship New Jersey. It dwells in the cesspool that is Camden NJ. It's one of the few things that are safe to visit there. (There are prostitutes and drug dealers brandishing their wares IN FRONT OF THE POLICE HEADQUARTERS!!) It's history. It was something to do. It was very interesting.

Please don't get me wrong. Look it up yourself. New Jersey has some very wonderful places. It also does have a lot of crap. I'm not gonna lie. We get a very bad rap though.

Anyway, here's the ship. This clip is a wee bit long!

Pink Eye

2008-07-02T20:25:00.009-04:00

Do not doubt me my friend. I am not a liar.

Why the heck would I lie about having Pink Eye?

I think it's an allergic reaction to my Dad's dogs. That's not contagious. You can get it from all sorts of enviornmental causes.

I did take a battleship tour recently. There have been school trips on the ship constantly the last two months. Germy little kids. That kind is contagious, it's viral. I might have picked it up there.

I think I'm over the worst part. It itches a tiny bit. I've been running around with my eyedrops, hand sanitizer and Clorox ™ wipes so as not to infect anyone.

I also Lysoled™ the entire house. I think I'm pretty germ free.

I just found those on my phone (that I have also gently sanitized many times).

These are from 6-27-08. It was much more evident then. Please note the swelling and redness. Yes. I have pinkeye. I should be done with it soon.

Generally, it lasts 7-10 days without professional medical treatment... Unless it's the bacterial kind. Then you have to get your ass... well, your eyes to the doctor or hospital right away.

Unfinished Business

2008-07-01T21:21:00.005-04:00

Soooo.....

Being a guy, I just did somethimg lots of guys frequently do. I turned some porn on.

It looked really hot from the screencaps. The actors were hot. They were doing things I enjoy and in pisitions I like to do them in.

Everything was going nicely... Until I turned the sound up.

Now, as you may or may not know, porn dialogue is pretty cheesey no matter what. Turns out everyone in this movie was speaking spanish...

Unfortunately I was unable finish the mission I had wished to accomplish. I was laughing too hard.

Si! Si!!! Uhhh, Si!!! Si!!!! SI!!!!!!!!

Perhaps I should try watching it another day with the sound off.

True story: Once, when my ex Jon and I were engaged in???? Err?? Adult Festivities. It popped into my head to break out into very overly dramatic screaming, moaning and thrashing about. We were unable to continue. It was hysterical.

This concludes this segment of "Too Much Information Theatre".

Hey you asked for an update. You get what you get!

content

2008-06-30T23:16:00.006-04:00

I've gone webcam here. You have to turn your volume up loud. Apparently I'd have to scream at the top of my lungs for the built in micprophone to pick me up clearly. I know there must be a setting to adjust it, but I can't find it. Stupid Vista.

Moon

2008-06-19T00:58:00.003-04:00

From Yahoo:

As the full moon rises this Wednesday evening, June 18, many people will be tricked into thinking it's unusually large

The moon illusion, as it's known, is a trick in our minds that makes the moon seem bigger when it's near the horizon. The effect is most pronounced at full moon. Many people swear it's real, suggesting that perhaps Earth's atmosphere magnifies the moon.

But it really is all in our minds. The moon is not bigger at the horizon than when overhead.

The illusion will be particularly noticeable at this "solstice moon," coming just two days before summer starts in the Northern Hemisphere. The reason, according to NASA, lies in lunar mechanics: The sun and full moon are like kids on a see-saw; when one is high, the other is low. This week's high solstice sun gives us a low, horizon-hugging moon and a strong, long-lasting version of the illusion.

If it's any consolation, space station astronauts report the same effect.

Here's how it works: Your mind believes things on the horizon are farther away than things overhead, because you are used to seeing clouds just a few miles above, but the clouds on the horizon can indeed be hundreds of miles away. So if we think something (such as the moon) is farther away, and it's not, then it seems larger.

If you remain doubtful, test the idea yourself. Go out at moonrise with a small object, perhaps a pencil eraser. Hold it at arm's length as the moon rises and compare the sizes of the moon and the eraser, then repeat the experiment an hour or two later when the moon is high in the sky. A rolled up tube of paper works well, too.

Moonrise times vary by location. On Wednesday, it will come up at these local times at these locations, according to NASA: New York City, 8:58 p.m.; Miami, 8:35 p.m.; Seattle, 9:51 p.m.

The moon rises about 50 minutes earlier Tuesday night, when the effect will also be noticeable because the moon will be nearly full. Oh, and that raises another fallacy: There's no such thing as a full moon.

It finally cleared up enough for me to see it.

This was taken with my crappy phone at about 12:30 et and does not do any justice at all to what I saw. It still looked really big. There was this strange blue aura thing surrounding it, and surrounding that was a "rainbow". Pretty darned cool.

Useless Information

2008-06-17T00:37:00.002-04:00

111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

It does.

_____________________________

It is impossible to lick your elbow.

No it isn't. I can. I'm not going to try and prove it ever again. I sprained my toungue and it hurt for a week after I did it.

Supposedly from Guinness World Records:

"Elbow Licking. Contrary to popular urban legend, it is quite possible to lick your own elbow. Guinness World Records receives about five claims a day for this and we would like to stress the following point: being able to lick your own elbow is not, in any sense, a world record. If you're one of the admittedly rare few who can lick your elbow, save it for the water cooler."

What the fuck???

2008-06-11T22:41:00.003-04:00

lol... I have one in the freezer. Not that one of course.

As seen on kevincharnas.com. It was funny so I stole it. Go read.

Lobster anyone???

2008-06-11T04:20:00.010-04:00

As lobsters go, this one is not very appetizing — it's white, it's covered with hair, and if you ate it, it would probably taste like rotten eggs.

N.Y. Times here.

Nothing Compares

2008-06-11T02:06:00.009-04:00

Sinead O'Connor singing Nothing Compares To You. Circa 1990. ***sigh***

No, nothing compares to him. Probably never will.

I guess someone could apply this song to many things in their life. I know I do.

It was writen by Prince and has been covered many times. He didn't start performing it himself until it became a hit.

You can read about that stuff if you care to over here. I knew most of that... and I'm not going to bother copy pasting just to add content to this dumb blog.

Hmmm. Content. Here ya go.

My best friend is on a cruise. She saw this large iguana somewhere, I have no details. These things are all over the place apparently. She isn't getting any phone reception and we keep missing each other's calls.

I have a rather interesting picture of her by the pool on the ship, but I can't post that!! She'd kill me.

lol

2008-06-03T02:25:00.004-04:00

If you can't see them click them. They get a bit bigger.

Pearls Before Swine

In good company

2008-05-31T03:40:00.008-04:00

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

2008-05-30T23:55:00.000-04:00

Hee, hee!

One must accessorize!!

2008-05-30T01:51:00.008-04:00

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

2008-05-28T20:34:00.007-04:00

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!!

2008-05-22T20:39:00.011-04:00

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

2008-05-17T01:40:00.013-04:00

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

2008-05-10T10:56:00.062-04:00

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.

------------>>>

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.

_____________________________________

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.

test

2008-05-07T22:22:00.005-04:00

test

Ok, what the fuck is this thing with the stars and how do I get rid if it????

**update** See! I didn't imagine it!!!

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Some users may be seeing star ratings on their blogs without having opted in to this new feature. This is an experimental feature that was accidentally enabled on some users' blogs. We're working to remove star ratings on all blogs currently. In the future, you'll be able to choose to opt-in to this feature; it won't appear automatically.

Link here.

Wow...

2008-05-06T15:49:00.020-04:00

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...

2008-05-05T01:06:00.006-04:00

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.

2008-05-04T10:50:00.017-04:00

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

2008-05-04T03:28:00.013-04:00

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

2008-05-03T12:08:00.002-04:00

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!

2008-05-02T00:17:00.010-04:00

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.

:-)

Telemarketers

2008-04-25T19:35:00.006-04:00

I wish I could do this kind of thing. lol!! I just get pissed off and scream at them incoherently.

I don't get that many anymore since I'm on the "Do Not Call" list.

Recently, I have been getting them on my cell though. (I don't give that number out) I just don't answer them.

I googled the numbers. They're all different. Seems they've gone all high tech and are using numbers that people "gave up" or "lost" for whatever reason. They're disconnected or not in service when you look them up.

They're also probably using some random number generator device to pick numbers to call... those have been around for ages. They're illegal.

Here's clips. Be careful with your volume.

The second one is really long.

I hate You Tube. I've been on it for two hours.

It dried out...

2008-04-22T21:37:00.009-04:00

Anyone who has one knows. Don't get your cellphone wet. It will die.

I dropped mine in a jacuzzi. It took a day and a half to dry out... but it did!! It works fine.

It doesn't take pictures very well anymore. They come out really trippy though!!

Those are the new tattoos on my back. In total I have seven now.

These are the windmills that help power Atlantic City and nearby Birgantine.

I've posted pictures of those before.

Guess I won't be taking many pictures with that phone.

They are kinda neat though.

I wish...

2008-04-18T00:46:00.000-04:00

I wish I could manage to have this attitude.

Here's some of the lyrics.

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap

I've been taking steps. They aren't big ones but I've made some progress. A few years back I barely left the house. I went to work. Then I locked myself in the house. That was my existence. I didn't go anywhere or socialize with anyone really.

Hmmm. That is the Wicked Witch of West singing, she wasn't very nice. I'm gonna have to read the book "Wicked" to see how they spun it from her point of view.

"A tribute to the strong and beautiful women of Firefly, set to the song Defying Gravity from the musical Wicked."

I have no idea what the show Firefly was like, or the film Serenity either (it was based on the Firefly tv show) . Seems like something I might have enjoyed.

I'd like to see Wicked, but it's a whole ordeal to get there, I could manage it.... but I have nobody to come with me. That wouldn't be any fun.