REALLY, IS THIS SURPRISING AT ALL?
Practices like this shouldn't really be a shock, for a company founded and headquartered in Bentonville, AR, which I'm sure is a town of "good ol' boys" mentality. (yes, I'm aware that's a horribly stereotypical way to be, but at least I'm aware.)
11/27/2002
SO THIS IS ALL IT TAKES?
No wonder I haven't gotten laid in a while. I'm sure Jaimee's shitting a brick for even suggesting such craptastic Italian food. But she knows I'm kidding. G-Sig love in da house, baby. Who's family rules, oh yeah, that's right, mine does.
No wonder I haven't gotten laid in a while. I'm sure Jaimee's shitting a brick for even suggesting such craptastic Italian food. But she knows I'm kidding. G-Sig love in da house, baby. Who's family rules, oh yeah, that's right, mine does.
11/26/2002
JESUS KIDS, DON'T GET YOUR MANTIES IN A BUNCH. .. .
Okay, I's got a lot to say tonight, so deal with my ramblings.
Apparently Matt sho did get him in a heap of trouble. Scroll down to the post from Saturday to see what I'm talking about.
My original thoughts when I read that post. Absolutely fucking hilarious. After reading the comments from the past few days, I still think it's fucking hilarious. Here's the deal: I understand why people were offended. I'd be offended too, if it were not a post in jest. But I think I would've probably felt the same way. Ideally, I think it's great that those boys in question "had the courage" to dress and act the way they did. However, I don't necessarily like the idea of such outward "gayness." I'm sure part of it had to do in the fact that they were young. But I don't think being gay should be so exterior. It's like when I went to MBLGTACC in Michigan this year. There were so many people that might as well introduced themselves at "Hi, I'm gay, and my name just happens to be John."
That whole idea of what it means to "be gay" just turns me off. As someone who identifies as bisexual, it is not all encompassing in my life. It's a part of my life, but not my whole life or identity. No more than my heterosexual friends feel that being straight is what completes their identity.
That being said, I don't discount opinions like these. Those are opinions that I hold dear, that no one should be discriminated against, that hate crimes shouldn't exist, that everyone should be able to be whoever they want to be. But holding those ideals vs. living in the real world and interacting with people can sometimes conflict. It's what makes real life what it is. Matt was just expressing a thought that went through his head, but obviously not one that he would actually follow through on. It's the same way that I feel sometimes. Sometimes, I'd just like to run rampant in the streets and run over people who piss me off. Sometimes, I'd like to be invisible. Sometimes, I wish I was insanely rich. But that's what fantasies and thoughts are about. To do and be things that we couldn't possibly be in the real world.
Ehh, I have nothing left to say at the moment. I don't think my thoughts are becoming very clear in this post. But I'll update it later, if the mood strikes me. I'll let you know.
Okay, I's got a lot to say tonight, so deal with my ramblings.
Apparently Matt sho did get him in a heap of trouble. Scroll down to the post from Saturday to see what I'm talking about.
My original thoughts when I read that post. Absolutely fucking hilarious. After reading the comments from the past few days, I still think it's fucking hilarious. Here's the deal: I understand why people were offended. I'd be offended too, if it were not a post in jest. But I think I would've probably felt the same way. Ideally, I think it's great that those boys in question "had the courage" to dress and act the way they did. However, I don't necessarily like the idea of such outward "gayness." I'm sure part of it had to do in the fact that they were young. But I don't think being gay should be so exterior. It's like when I went to MBLGTACC in Michigan this year. There were so many people that might as well introduced themselves at "Hi, I'm gay, and my name just happens to be John."
That whole idea of what it means to "be gay" just turns me off. As someone who identifies as bisexual, it is not all encompassing in my life. It's a part of my life, but not my whole life or identity. No more than my heterosexual friends feel that being straight is what completes their identity.
That being said, I don't discount opinions like these. Those are opinions that I hold dear, that no one should be discriminated against, that hate crimes shouldn't exist, that everyone should be able to be whoever they want to be. But holding those ideals vs. living in the real world and interacting with people can sometimes conflict. It's what makes real life what it is. Matt was just expressing a thought that went through his head, but obviously not one that he would actually follow through on. It's the same way that I feel sometimes. Sometimes, I'd just like to run rampant in the streets and run over people who piss me off. Sometimes, I'd like to be invisible. Sometimes, I wish I was insanely rich. But that's what fantasies and thoughts are about. To do and be things that we couldn't possibly be in the real world.
Ehh, I have nothing left to say at the moment. I don't think my thoughts are becoming very clear in this post. But I'll update it later, if the mood strikes me. I'll let you know.
11/25/2002
THE MONDAY MISSION!
That's right, ladies and gents, it's has arrived.
1. Have you ever made a wish that came true?
Not that I recall. I don't remember really wishing when I was younger. Therefore, no wishes, no wishes coming true.
2. How about any wishes that you are happy never came true?
See above.
3. Do you like who you are? Are you the person you hoped you would become?
Surprisingly, despite my forays into self-pity and occasional madness, yes, I do like myself. Although there are a few things about me that even surprise me.
4. I recently found some job applications that I never turned in. Back in 1986 I intended to apply at "County Seat" and "Chess King" but got an offer from Penny's (where I worked all through college). It was a good thing, since only one of the three is still around. Have you ever applied for positions, or had any interviews, where you later are glad you never got the job?
Heh heh. The only one that comes to mind, is when I ran for President of the fraternity. So, soo glad I don't have to deal with those headaches. And when I applied at Andy's Frozen Custard. I'd probably either weigh 300 lbs, or hate custard with the white-hot intensity of 1000 suns.
5. While on the topic of career opportunities, what was your very first "real" job? What job was the most embarrassing?
First "real job?" Working at the bank. Most embarrassing job? Working at the Avalon Cinema. Yep, most definitely.
6. Speaking of news, have you had your 15 minutes of fame yet? Such as being in the newspaper, on television, linked on a high-profile site or otherwise caught in the spotlight of the media?
Hrm. I've done a few 30 second spots for odd events on TV: I was in "Show Me St. Louis" for "Mame", on KY3 news when I was in St. Louis to see the Pope, and was featured in the Post-Dispatch when I was a sophomore in High School.
7. In the USA, many of us will celebrate Thanksgiving this week. Do you celebrate Thanksgiving (or something like it)? Do you enjoy getting together will your extended family for these types of celebrations?
Yes, and no. The family gets boring after they ask the prerequisite questions: "How's work/school? What, no girlfriend yet?" Bah!
Off to lunch, kiddies!
That's right, ladies and gents, it's has arrived.
1. Have you ever made a wish that came true?
Not that I recall. I don't remember really wishing when I was younger. Therefore, no wishes, no wishes coming true.
2. How about any wishes that you are happy never came true?
See above.
3. Do you like who you are? Are you the person you hoped you would become?
Surprisingly, despite my forays into self-pity and occasional madness, yes, I do like myself. Although there are a few things about me that even surprise me.
4. I recently found some job applications that I never turned in. Back in 1986 I intended to apply at "County Seat" and "Chess King" but got an offer from Penny's (where I worked all through college). It was a good thing, since only one of the three is still around. Have you ever applied for positions, or had any interviews, where you later are glad you never got the job?
Heh heh. The only one that comes to mind, is when I ran for President of the fraternity. So, soo glad I don't have to deal with those headaches. And when I applied at Andy's Frozen Custard. I'd probably either weigh 300 lbs, or hate custard with the white-hot intensity of 1000 suns.
5. While on the topic of career opportunities, what was your very first "real" job? What job was the most embarrassing?
First "real job?" Working at the bank. Most embarrassing job? Working at the Avalon Cinema. Yep, most definitely.
6. Speaking of news, have you had your 15 minutes of fame yet? Such as being in the newspaper, on television, linked on a high-profile site or otherwise caught in the spotlight of the media?
Hrm. I've done a few 30 second spots for odd events on TV: I was in "Show Me St. Louis" for "Mame", on KY3 news when I was in St. Louis to see the Pope, and was featured in the Post-Dispatch when I was a sophomore in High School.
7. In the USA, many of us will celebrate Thanksgiving this week. Do you celebrate Thanksgiving (or something like it)? Do you enjoy getting together will your extended family for these types of celebrations?
Yes, and no. The family gets boring after they ask the prerequisite questions: "How's work/school? What, no girlfriend yet?" Bah!
Off to lunch, kiddies!
EVEN WITH NO SOUND, IT'S STILL FUNNY
Things for you to do today, dear readers:
1) Ignore my pathetic pleas for validation last night. I'm better now that I've had sleep.
2) Check out this week's Strong Bad Email. I find this funny, and ironic, because Mike, Dallas, Brandon and I were having a horribly in-depth conversation about cartoons last night at dinner. (Yes, it was in-depth. Just go with it, ok?) This one reminds me of a certain Looney Tunes cartoon. You know which one I'm talking about, don't you?
Things for you to do today, dear readers:
1) Ignore my pathetic pleas for validation last night. I'm better now that I've had sleep.
2) Check out this week's Strong Bad Email. I find this funny, and ironic, because Mike, Dallas, Brandon and I were having a horribly in-depth conversation about cartoons last night at dinner. (Yes, it was in-depth. Just go with it, ok?) This one reminds me of a certain Looney Tunes cartoon. You know which one I'm talking about, don't you?
WARNING. . . MELANCHOLY MOOD XING. . . PROCEED WITH CAUTION
So tonight, on the way home from watching Sugar and Spice, which surprisingly, was a movie that actually made me laugh aloud, multiple times. Although in the words of Scott, it was still definitely "Palace worthy."
Anyway, I'm aware that's wasn't a complete sentence, but whatever. Tangents aside, on the way home tonight, I was listening to John Mayer. Usually, I'm in a happy mood when I'm listening to it, but tonight it brought me down. Specifically, two songs: St. Patrick's Day, and Love Song for No One. It just got me thinking.
First, I was listening to Love Song, and I was really listening to the lyrics. Obviously, I pick up on song lyrics pretty well, as I tend to sing along in the car all the damned time. But I digress. The first few verses really caught my attention, because I feel like I live through that feeling everyday. I don't know what I want, and I feel very jaded about relationships, more lately then I have in quite a while.
And then, later, I heard St. Pat's Day, which reminded me that the holidays are coming up. Yet another holiday season alone. In my short 22 years, I've never been dating anyone while the holidays have happened. Something always happens between Thanksgiving and Christmas that I end up alone under the mistletoe, and kissing my grandma on the cheek at New Years. (Figuratively, of course.) *sigh*
My mind started wandering. Maybe my standards are too high. Maybe I should be dating someone like Patrick or Chris, who are obviously enamored of me. Or even some of the women in my past who were very much in love with me (even if it were just for the time we were together). Maybe I'm ruling out the obvious options because not every single point on my checklist is matched. But am I shallow to settle for less than what I want, just so I can kiss someone at New Year's?
Grr. . . I hate being me, and I'm sure that by now, dear readers, you're hating reading this. Overemotional half-fag bloggers are never fun to hang around with. I tend to point and laugh at them, so why shouldn't you? :)
Again, *sigh.* Thanks for listening to me vent. Empty words of encouragement, about how great I am, and how any man or woman would be lucky to have me are always appreciated. In a few short hours, the fun and frivolity returns, as the Monday Mission is posted for this week.
So tonight, on the way home from watching Sugar and Spice, which surprisingly, was a movie that actually made me laugh aloud, multiple times. Although in the words of Scott, it was still definitely "Palace worthy."
Anyway, I'm aware that's wasn't a complete sentence, but whatever. Tangents aside, on the way home tonight, I was listening to John Mayer. Usually, I'm in a happy mood when I'm listening to it, but tonight it brought me down. Specifically, two songs: St. Patrick's Day, and Love Song for No One. It just got me thinking.
First, I was listening to Love Song, and I was really listening to the lyrics. Obviously, I pick up on song lyrics pretty well, as I tend to sing along in the car all the damned time. But I digress. The first few verses really caught my attention, because I feel like I live through that feeling everyday. I don't know what I want, and I feel very jaded about relationships, more lately then I have in quite a while.
And then, later, I heard St. Pat's Day, which reminded me that the holidays are coming up. Yet another holiday season alone. In my short 22 years, I've never been dating anyone while the holidays have happened. Something always happens between Thanksgiving and Christmas that I end up alone under the mistletoe, and kissing my grandma on the cheek at New Years. (Figuratively, of course.) *sigh*
My mind started wandering. Maybe my standards are too high. Maybe I should be dating someone like Patrick or Chris, who are obviously enamored of me. Or even some of the women in my past who were very much in love with me (even if it were just for the time we were together). Maybe I'm ruling out the obvious options because not every single point on my checklist is matched. But am I shallow to settle for less than what I want, just so I can kiss someone at New Year's?
Grr. . . I hate being me, and I'm sure that by now, dear readers, you're hating reading this. Overemotional half-fag bloggers are never fun to hang around with. I tend to point and laugh at them, so why shouldn't you? :)
Again, *sigh.* Thanks for listening to me vent. Empty words of encouragement, about how great I am, and how any man or woman would be lucky to have me are always appreciated. In a few short hours, the fun and frivolity returns, as the Monday Mission is posted for this week.
11/24/2002
HI MY NAME'S JAY, AND I'M INADVERTENTLY A TOTAL SHITHEAD
Went out last night, but it didn't go as planned.
Original plan: Meet Dallas and Mike for drinks at Freddie's then head downtown to meet Stephanie and Tina.
What actually transpired: I drank a few beers before going out, talking to Matt; I went to Freddie's and drank more, I was reacquainted with my friend from freshman year, Timmie Kloeppel, and was too drunk to drive anywhere else at 11, the appointed time. So I hung out with Timmie some more, planning on eventually getting downtown. However, by the time I sobered up to drive home, I wanted to go directly home, not passing Go or collecting $200. I can't wait to explain that one to the girls today. There's going to be hell to pay, I'm sure.
Went out last night, but it didn't go as planned.
Original plan: Meet Dallas and Mike for drinks at Freddie's then head downtown to meet Stephanie and Tina.
What actually transpired: I drank a few beers before going out, talking to Matt; I went to Freddie's and drank more, I was reacquainted with my friend from freshman year, Timmie Kloeppel, and was too drunk to drive anywhere else at 11, the appointed time. So I hung out with Timmie some more, planning on eventually getting downtown. However, by the time I sobered up to drive home, I wanted to go directly home, not passing Go or collecting $200. I can't wait to explain that one to the girls today. There's going to be hell to pay, I'm sure.
11/23/2002
WISH I'D THOUGHT OF IT FIRST. . .
Mike needs to be famous... and fast.
Shameless self promotion is a great thing, mike.
Mike needs to be famous... and fast.
Shameless self promotion is a great thing, mike.
OBVIOUSLY, THIS TEST IS FAULTY
I believed it when Jen took this, but obviously it's flawed. I know I'm a horrible driver.
Which Kind of Driver Are You?
by Don's Windshield Replacement
I believed it when Jen took this, but obviously it's flawed. I know I'm a horrible driver.
Which Kind of Driver Are You?
by Don's Windshield Replacement
11/22/2002
BORED, AND NOT A DAMNED THING I CAN DO ABOUT IT. . .
Here I am, trying to be productive at work, and can work on this project that Roger gave me to do, cause I can't find the correct menu to get things done! grr. . . And I should stay till 4:30, but if I'm doing this for the next hour, I think I might give up, and go home at 4. ehh, we'll see. But of course, the longer it takes him to get back, the later I could possibly stay, since I will have things to keep me busy for that extra half hour or so. Hrrm...
Here I am, trying to be productive at work, and can work on this project that Roger gave me to do, cause I can't find the correct menu to get things done! grr. . . And I should stay till 4:30, but if I'm doing this for the next hour, I think I might give up, and go home at 4. ehh, we'll see. But of course, the longer it takes him to get back, the later I could possibly stay, since I will have things to keep me busy for that extra half hour or so. Hrrm...
11/21/2002
NO FRIDAY FIVE THIS WEEK. . .
I was going to get a head start; I'm trying to start a habit of the Monday Mission and Friday Five, but apparently, there's no Friday Five for the next few weeks. Holiday and all. So, go here, and comment on the best set of burning questions you'd like to know about me. Or better yet, drop me a line, and suggest some questions of your own. I'm an open book people! Use and abuse my while you can!
I was going to get a head start; I'm trying to start a habit of the Monday Mission and Friday Five, but apparently, there's no Friday Five for the next few weeks. Holiday and all. So, go here, and comment on the best set of burning questions you'd like to know about me. Or better yet, drop me a line, and suggest some questions of your own. I'm an open book people! Use and abuse my while you can!
HEH HEH, DOES THIS SURPRISE ANYONE, REALLY?
In the bedroom
You like to play cop
So keep fucking hard
Even when begged to stop!
What Sex Toy Are *You*?
More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva
I'm totally a control freak in the bedroom, but those might be nice to try on me sometime. Any takers?
You Are Furry Cuffs!
In the bedroom
You like to play cop
So keep fucking hard
Even when begged to stop!
What Sex Toy Are *You*?
More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva
I'm totally a control freak in the bedroom, but those might be nice to try on me sometime. Any takers?
11/20/2002
HURRAH!
Sometimes, it's just the easy way to do things that works. I've republished all my pages, so the template matches for all. I figured it out while I was trying to help Jen fix her archive page.
Sometimes, it's just the easy way to do things that works. I've republished all my pages, so the template matches for all. I figured it out while I was trying to help Jen fix her archive page.
TIPS FOR A BETTER LIFE:
Ok, I'm so happy that Ed hasn't been cancelled yet. It's such a great show, and the writing is very funny. One of my favorite lines from tonight's episode: "You were a rabid badger of insanity."
Things to read today:
This week's Surburban Fringe. (It's not a good as the archives, but it's still pretty funny.)
This week's Savage Love. Admit your saddest holiday sex story, and you might win some money for sex toys! Vibrators make great stocking stuffers, doncha know?
Ok, I'm so happy that Ed hasn't been cancelled yet. It's such a great show, and the writing is very funny. One of my favorite lines from tonight's episode: "You were a rabid badger of insanity."
Things to read today:
This week's Surburban Fringe. (It's not a good as the archives, but it's still pretty funny.)
This week's Savage Love. Admit your saddest holiday sex story, and you might win some money for sex toys! Vibrators make great stocking stuffers, doncha know?
OKAY, TWO DAYS LATE, AND ABOUT $100 SHORT
I'm finally finishing up The Monday Mission. So here goes:
2) If you could go to lunch with someone famous, anyone living or dead, who would you choose? What questions would you ask them?
Ok, I like Jen's answer of Jesus, but I think I'm going a different route. I'm gonna cheat, cause I've got two: 1) St. Peter, so I could convince him to make initial changes in the Catholic Church, early on, that would still be followed today; and 2) Adolf Hitler. Anyone with enough intelligence and charisma to try to take over Europe surely could have been used for good.
3. On that same thought, there are probably several Bloggers you enjoy reading but have never met in real life. Which one Blogger would you most like to meet for dinner? Why did you pick that person? What would you talk about? What do you have in common? What would you do after dinner?
Hrm. I've got so many. One: I liked her before, but after the debate going on in my Comments Pages, definitely Jared Greer. We're both funny and cute, we'd have some Guiness, and then watch a Clockwork Orange, and play my favorite drinking game, Three Man.
Another one, Shel from bobupndown.com. Again, we're both funny, and we're both cute. We eat, drink, be merry. Then we'd watch one of the many movies from his wish list, and play my favorite drinking game, Three Man.
Of course, both of those scenarios could include, but not limited to, after dinner sex. A guy can wish, can't he?
4. Money (or the lack thereof) is the number one cause of arguments amongst couples. Do you find this to be true? If there really was a "Money Tree" you could go an pick, would this really solve a couple's problems?
As Robert's Rules dictates, I'm defering to Jennifer on this one. She totally pinpointed what I was thinking.
5. Speaking of arguments, have you ever been drawn into any nasty, hateful arguments? The kind where hurtful things were said that had nothing to do with the fight at hand? What was that all about? How did it turn out?
Oh yeah, many, many times. I've got a sharp tongue when I'm pissed off. Most of the time, it ends with the other person crying. I tend to go for the jugular when I'm in a battle of wits, and most people are unarmed.
6. When was the last time you had to admit you were wrong about something? How did that go?
Wrong? Me? Apparently, you haven't been reading my blog.
7. Now for a slight change of theme....what song should never have been written?
Hands down: "Oops, I Did It Again"; and any song by Celine Dion.
I'm finally finishing up The Monday Mission. So here goes:
2) If you could go to lunch with someone famous, anyone living or dead, who would you choose? What questions would you ask them?
Ok, I like Jen's answer of Jesus, but I think I'm going a different route. I'm gonna cheat, cause I've got two: 1) St. Peter, so I could convince him to make initial changes in the Catholic Church, early on, that would still be followed today; and 2) Adolf Hitler. Anyone with enough intelligence and charisma to try to take over Europe surely could have been used for good.
3. On that same thought, there are probably several Bloggers you enjoy reading but have never met in real life. Which one Blogger would you most like to meet for dinner? Why did you pick that person? What would you talk about? What do you have in common? What would you do after dinner?
Hrm. I've got so many. One: I liked her before, but after the debate going on in my Comments Pages, definitely Jared Greer. We're both funny and cute, we'd have some Guiness, and then watch a Clockwork Orange, and play my favorite drinking game, Three Man.
Another one, Shel from bobupndown.com. Again, we're both funny, and we're both cute. We eat, drink, be merry. Then we'd watch one of the many movies from his wish list, and play my favorite drinking game, Three Man.
Of course, both of those scenarios could include, but not limited to, after dinner sex. A guy can wish, can't he?
4. Money (or the lack thereof) is the number one cause of arguments amongst couples. Do you find this to be true? If there really was a "Money Tree" you could go an pick, would this really solve a couple's problems?
As Robert's Rules dictates, I'm defering to Jennifer on this one. She totally pinpointed what I was thinking.
5. Speaking of arguments, have you ever been drawn into any nasty, hateful arguments? The kind where hurtful things were said that had nothing to do with the fight at hand? What was that all about? How did it turn out?
Oh yeah, many, many times. I've got a sharp tongue when I'm pissed off. Most of the time, it ends with the other person crying. I tend to go for the jugular when I'm in a battle of wits, and most people are unarmed.
6. When was the last time you had to admit you were wrong about something? How did that go?
Wrong? Me? Apparently, you haven't been reading my blog.
7. Now for a slight change of theme....what song should never have been written?
Hands down: "Oops, I Did It Again"; and any song by Celine Dion.
11/18/2002
IS THIS WHY I HAVEN'T FULLY FORMED AN OPINION ON INVASION ON IRAQ?
Maybe. Or maybe that I'm just too lazy to research it, and come to a conclusion. Both are big possibilites. The confusion makes me want to learn even less, sometimes.
Maybe. Or maybe that I'm just too lazy to research it, and come to a conclusion. Both are big possibilites. The confusion makes me want to learn even less, sometimes.
WHILE I'VE GOT A FEW MINUTES. .
As I wait for my boss to return from lunch, to give me a new project, or more instruction on my current one, I shall do the Monday Mission.
1. When I was a teenager, I used to ride all the "spin-y" rides at the fair and fun parks. I'd never get dizzy or sick, and I could ride them all day. My favorite was the Tilt-A-Whirl. Now I should call it the "Tilt-A-Hurl" because it seems I can't even get on a Merry-Go-Round without feeling queasy. Is there anything you used to be able to do physically that you no longer can? What changed?
Ok, this is hard to explain but bear with me: I used to be able to clasp my hands behind my back, one over and behind my shoulder in a fist, and place the fist on top of my shoulder. I could also bend my fingers backwards, and touch the top of my arm. I can't, because I'm less flexible, I guess? (Granted, I'm still very flexible, but there aren't any yoga exercises to stretch those parts of my body out, or none that I've tried).
2.) If you could go to lunch with someone famous, anyone living or dead, who would you choose? What questions would you ask them? Hrm. I'll get back to you on that one.
I'll finish more later. . . I want to think about that one before continuing.
As I wait for my boss to return from lunch, to give me a new project, or more instruction on my current one, I shall do the Monday Mission.
1. When I was a teenager, I used to ride all the "spin-y" rides at the fair and fun parks. I'd never get dizzy or sick, and I could ride them all day. My favorite was the Tilt-A-Whirl. Now I should call it the "Tilt-A-Hurl" because it seems I can't even get on a Merry-Go-Round without feeling queasy. Is there anything you used to be able to do physically that you no longer can? What changed?
Ok, this is hard to explain but bear with me: I used to be able to clasp my hands behind my back, one over and behind my shoulder in a fist, and place the fist on top of my shoulder. I could also bend my fingers backwards, and touch the top of my arm. I can't, because I'm less flexible, I guess? (Granted, I'm still very flexible, but there aren't any yoga exercises to stretch those parts of my body out, or none that I've tried).
2.) If you could go to lunch with someone famous, anyone living or dead, who would you choose? What questions would you ask them? Hrm. I'll get back to you on that one.
I'll finish more later. . . I want to think about that one before continuing.
11/17/2002
WHY AM I ALWAYS LATE TO THE PARTY?
I shall lament for a brief moment. Anytime I find a humorous cartoon, with adult, sarcastic humor, it's cancelled quickly after I make the discovery.
First, Freakazoid! and now, Mission Hill. Granted, it was cancelled originally long before I caught it in syndication on the Cartoon Network, but the short lived run is over.
Good news! Office Space is on Comedy Central tommorrow night, at 7 pm central time. Check it out, if you haven't seen this most excellent movie.
I shall lament for a brief moment. Anytime I find a humorous cartoon, with adult, sarcastic humor, it's cancelled quickly after I make the discovery.
First, Freakazoid! and now, Mission Hill. Granted, it was cancelled originally long before I caught it in syndication on the Cartoon Network, but the short lived run is over.
Good news! Office Space is on Comedy Central tommorrow night, at 7 pm central time. Check it out, if you haven't seen this most excellent movie.
PICTURES FROM LAST NIGHT:
Good times at Big Pink Brain. Before there's confusion about the costumes, the theme was Kittens, Bunnies, and Puppies. Enjoy!
Todd gets money. Notice the product placement.
Todd gives a come hither stare at the Motorcycle Show. BTW, I declined to go, but should have, it looked like fun!
Mike rides a crotch rocket. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's the straightest moment in Mike's life, caught on celluloid.
Ladies, I'm taking applications. If you need references, I've got a few.
Easter's coming a bit early this year.
C'mon, you know you want to touch it.
I come in peace.
I didn't inhale.
The ultimate vegetarian.
Bad doggy! Bad Doggy!
Nap time for Mikey boy.
The evening ended around 1 am for us, which was fine, because all three of us retired shortly after returning home. Thanks to Mike for the pics.
Good times at Big Pink Brain. Before there's confusion about the costumes, the theme was Kittens, Bunnies, and Puppies. Enjoy!
Todd gets money. Notice the product placement.
Todd gives a come hither stare at the Motorcycle Show. BTW, I declined to go, but should have, it looked like fun!
Mike rides a crotch rocket. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's the straightest moment in Mike's life, caught on celluloid.
Ladies, I'm taking applications. If you need references, I've got a few.
Easter's coming a bit early this year.
C'mon, you know you want to touch it.
I come in peace.
I didn't inhale.
The ultimate vegetarian.
Bad doggy! Bad Doggy!
Nap time for Mikey boy.
The evening ended around 1 am for us, which was fine, because all three of us retired shortly after returning home. Thanks to Mike for the pics.
WHAT A GREAT EVENING!
Ok, so last night, Mike and I went to Washington University to drink some free beer and get some free eats at the Friday Happy Hour hosted by OUTLAW, the GLBT group of the Law School. I met a few nice people there, but I felt out of place. We left, and went to watch Amelie at his house, with Dallas. Unfortunately, the smoking and the free beer made me sleepy. I watched about an hour of it, then snoozed. Which made me sad, because that's such a great movie. From what I saw of it, I highly recommend it. Then we started watching some Anime movie, Akira, which I remember vaguely, but once again, I snoozed. A highly uneventful night, but it was fun.
Tonight, on the other hand, was AMAZING. For two reasons:
1) Our fucking Chapter won one of the top ten chapter awards at National Convention for Phi Sigma Pi. Excited doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. I was screaming into the phone, and nearly in tears when Becca told me the good news. And of course, my friends just looked at me as if I were crazy. It's a cliche, but you'll never know the joy that PSP can give you unless you experience it.
Despite all the recent turmoil, I feel as if I actually did make a difference in the fraternity while I was there. The period chosen was when I was as Initiate Advisor that last semester, and my first semester as Parliamentarian. Although I know that it has nothing to do with me, and more to do with how strong our chapter was/is, I still feel like "the best anything ever" right now. If we never win another award, I can say, in foolishness of course, that it was because of me. I left, and the chapter didn't win anymore awards. LOL
I'm just jealous because I wasn't there to see our victory.
Also, Mike, Todd, and I went to a fun pseudorave in downtown St. Louis tonight. I had a good time, but after a few hours, I was ready to go. Hence the reason I'm home at 1 am. I was just too tired to shake my groove thang too much, although I did shake it a little, and a good time was had by all. Check out Mike's weblog later for pictures, I'm sure. I genuinely enjoy hanging out with those two. They're always a good time.
And now, with a few beers in my system, and too many cigarettes that I didn't smoke (because I've quit of course), I'm off to bed.
Ok, so last night, Mike and I went to Washington University to drink some free beer and get some free eats at the Friday Happy Hour hosted by OUTLAW, the GLBT group of the Law School. I met a few nice people there, but I felt out of place. We left, and went to watch Amelie at his house, with Dallas. Unfortunately, the smoking and the free beer made me sleepy. I watched about an hour of it, then snoozed. Which made me sad, because that's such a great movie. From what I saw of it, I highly recommend it. Then we started watching some Anime movie, Akira, which I remember vaguely, but once again, I snoozed. A highly uneventful night, but it was fun.
Tonight, on the other hand, was AMAZING. For two reasons:
1) Our fucking Chapter won one of the top ten chapter awards at National Convention for Phi Sigma Pi. Excited doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. I was screaming into the phone, and nearly in tears when Becca told me the good news. And of course, my friends just looked at me as if I were crazy. It's a cliche, but you'll never know the joy that PSP can give you unless you experience it.
Despite all the recent turmoil, I feel as if I actually did make a difference in the fraternity while I was there. The period chosen was when I was as Initiate Advisor that last semester, and my first semester as Parliamentarian. Although I know that it has nothing to do with me, and more to do with how strong our chapter was/is, I still feel like "the best anything ever" right now. If we never win another award, I can say, in foolishness of course, that it was because of me. I left, and the chapter didn't win anymore awards. LOL
I'm just jealous because I wasn't there to see our victory.
Also, Mike, Todd, and I went to a fun pseudorave in downtown St. Louis tonight. I had a good time, but after a few hours, I was ready to go. Hence the reason I'm home at 1 am. I was just too tired to shake my groove thang too much, although I did shake it a little, and a good time was had by all. Check out Mike's weblog later for pictures, I'm sure. I genuinely enjoy hanging out with those two. They're always a good time.
And now, with a few beers in my system, and too many cigarettes that I didn't smoke (because I've quit of course), I'm off to bed.
11/15/2002
JUST TOOLIN ROUND THE NET TODAY . . .
Ok, a few quickies:
Alton Brown is a God. Learn it, live it, love it. Then catch Good Eats on Food Network.
(BTW, Tyler Florence and Kevin Brauch (of The Thirsty Traveler) are also gods, but in a much more carnal way.
Ok, a few quickies:
Alton Brown is a God. Learn it, live it, love it. Then catch Good Eats on Food Network.
(BTW, Tyler Florence and Kevin Brauch (of The Thirsty Traveler) are also gods, but in a much more carnal way.
THE FRIDAY FIVE WITH THE BAD WORDS IN IT
The Motherfucking Friday Five
1. Fuckin A, it's Friday finally. Whatcha drinkin, cause we all know you are a slobbering lush.
Right now, it's a liter o' Dr. Pepper, but after work, I'm off to a social gathering with OUTLAW, the GLBT group at Wash U Law School. Whoohoo! Law, queers, and beer! If we had some steers, we'd be in Texas!
2. Are ya gettin any this weekend? Who's the lucky bastard?
Well, it's always a possibility, but I've been trying to keep my libido in check after the past few weeks. We'll see. You know the update will be here if I do.
3. Tell Heather you fucking love her in a creative way. Watch your tongue and be nice, or I will hunt you down and cut it out of your filthy mouth.
I would like to slam Heather like a screen door in a hurricane.
4. Think these questions are fluff? Go fuck yourself. For the rest of you, what's the best fucking movie you've ever seen? [I mean, the best movie, not the best movie with fucking in it, unless you wanna share that too.]
Hrm. There are so many to choose from: A Clockwork Orange (which BTW, the hyperspeed sex scene to Beethoven is a riot), Run Lola Run, or The Rocky Horror Picture Show are a few that come to mind.
5. So what the fuck are you doing this weekend?
I dunno. Class on Saturday morning, a little cleaning and car maintenance, and that's all I've got scheduled at the moment. I might be going to a quasi-rave on Saturday, and I think Mike and I are going to see Lords of Acid on Sunday at Mississippi Nights. I guess for a pretty boring weekend, I've actually got a lot to do. Go Figure.
The Motherfucking Friday Five
1. Fuckin A, it's Friday finally. Whatcha drinkin, cause we all know you are a slobbering lush.
Right now, it's a liter o' Dr. Pepper, but after work, I'm off to a social gathering with OUTLAW, the GLBT group at Wash U Law School. Whoohoo! Law, queers, and beer! If we had some steers, we'd be in Texas!
2. Are ya gettin any this weekend? Who's the lucky bastard?
Well, it's always a possibility, but I've been trying to keep my libido in check after the past few weeks. We'll see. You know the update will be here if I do.
3. Tell Heather you fucking love her in a creative way. Watch your tongue and be nice, or I will hunt you down and cut it out of your filthy mouth.
I would like to slam Heather like a screen door in a hurricane.
4. Think these questions are fluff? Go fuck yourself. For the rest of you, what's the best fucking movie you've ever seen? [I mean, the best movie, not the best movie with fucking in it, unless you wanna share that too.]
Hrm. There are so many to choose from: A Clockwork Orange (which BTW, the hyperspeed sex scene to Beethoven is a riot), Run Lola Run, or The Rocky Horror Picture Show are a few that come to mind.
5. So what the fuck are you doing this weekend?
I dunno. Class on Saturday morning, a little cleaning and car maintenance, and that's all I've got scheduled at the moment. I might be going to a quasi-rave on Saturday, and I think Mike and I are going to see Lords of Acid on Sunday at Mississippi Nights. I guess for a pretty boring weekend, I've actually got a lot to do. Go Figure.
11/14/2002
PROS AND CONS OF THE NEW JOB:
Pro: Internet, so I can blog or read blogs when I'm bored
Pro/Con: Not much to do right now. For the Pro, see above.
Con: I-70 -- Hands down, the worst highway I've ever encountered. I would rather spend an hour behind a tractor on a one lane road on Highway 13 than the 20-30 minutes it takes me to get to work. Tonight, it was raining when I got off, so I spent 20 minutes going less than 20 miles per hour. Bah! However, do you see any other job offers pouring in? I didn't think so, either.
In other news, Win 98 is going great, although I can't get my webcam to work, and it's pissing me off something fierce. I wanted to be able to post pretty pictures of me for all of you to see! All well, I'm still working on it.
Pro: Internet, so I can blog or read blogs when I'm bored
Pro/Con: Not much to do right now. For the Pro, see above.
Con: I-70 -- Hands down, the worst highway I've ever encountered. I would rather spend an hour behind a tractor on a one lane road on Highway 13 than the 20-30 minutes it takes me to get to work. Tonight, it was raining when I got off, so I spent 20 minutes going less than 20 miles per hour. Bah! However, do you see any other job offers pouring in? I didn't think so, either.
In other news, Win 98 is going great, although I can't get my webcam to work, and it's pissing me off something fierce. I wanted to be able to post pretty pictures of me for all of you to see! All well, I'm still working on it.
BUSY, ALTHOUGH LATE-STARTING, DAY
It's 3, and I'm finishing posting the batches I've spent all day downloading, as well as the A/R batches I've reconciled and finished today. However, I went to bed less than 12 hours ago, and I's tired. Yep, I couldn't sleep for anything last night, so I came to work an hour late in favor of driving and working on three hours sleep (although I doubt that four hours is much better, but I digress). I've finished the Suburban Fringe Archive, and I jumped to conclusions, me thinks. Although it was a fun thought for a short while. Also caught up on the "Ask the Pilot" articles I've missed in Salon.com. Good times, good times.
Oh yeah, and an update, my computer is making it toward the end of the last millennium. I installed Win 98 on my computer last night. Of course, I had to reformat my hard drive to do it, but it's no bother. I've got DSL, and can download all the MP3s and porn I had before while I sleep tonight. Huzzah!
It's 3, and I'm finishing posting the batches I've spent all day downloading, as well as the A/R batches I've reconciled and finished today. However, I went to bed less than 12 hours ago, and I's tired. Yep, I couldn't sleep for anything last night, so I came to work an hour late in favor of driving and working on three hours sleep (although I doubt that four hours is much better, but I digress). I've finished the Suburban Fringe Archive, and I jumped to conclusions, me thinks. Although it was a fun thought for a short while. Also caught up on the "Ask the Pilot" articles I've missed in Salon.com. Good times, good times.
Oh yeah, and an update, my computer is making it toward the end of the last millennium. I installed Win 98 on my computer last night. Of course, I had to reformat my hard drive to do it, but it's no bother. I've got DSL, and can download all the MP3s and porn I had before while I sleep tonight. Huzzah!
11/13/2002
I RETRACT THAT PRIOR STATEMENT. . .
I've found the Suburban Fringe Archive, and I've decide that Bob must be a soccer mom. In fact, he might be homosexual. After reading The (bedtime) routine exam, it's nearly clinched it for me. His wife went to an Indigo Girls concert for "a whole bunch of girlie fun," and he used a male pseudonym for his (who I'm sure is an adorable) daughter. Plus, his picture's not too bad, either. Of course, I'm kidding. If Bob or his lawyers or reading, I was joking. No libel suits for me, please.
I've found the Suburban Fringe Archive, and I've decide that Bob must be a soccer mom. In fact, he might be homosexual. After reading The (bedtime) routine exam, it's nearly clinched it for me. His wife went to an Indigo Girls concert for "a whole bunch of girlie fun," and he used a male pseudonym for his (who I'm sure is an adorable) daughter. Plus, his picture's not too bad, either. Of course, I'm kidding. If Bob or his lawyers or reading, I was joking. No libel suits for me, please.
A SIGN THAT THERE ARE FUNNY SOCCER MOMS IN ST LOUIS
Ok, this is a dad, and his kids my not necessarily play soccer, but it's funny all the same.
Ok, this is a dad, and his kids my not necessarily play soccer, but it's funny all the same.
TODAY HAS BEEN A HUMOROUS DAY
First of all, I woke up a little later than I expected to. I change my alarm to 6 am, yet forgot to turn it on. Dad came down round 6:30 or so, and asked, "What time do you have to be up today?" My groggy reply was, "Wha? . . .. What day is it?" As if it mattered. The only day I'll get to sleep in for a while is on Sundays, with work and school both demanding my appearance by 8 am the other 6 days of the week.
So since I was running a little late (I still got to work on time, no big whoop), Dad made my lunch for me. Added some mints and candy corn: A nice June Cleaver touch, doncha think? I'll have to see about getting him an apron and a good chocolate chip cookie recipe.
First of all, I woke up a little later than I expected to. I change my alarm to 6 am, yet forgot to turn it on. Dad came down round 6:30 or so, and asked, "What time do you have to be up today?" My groggy reply was, "Wha? . . .. What day is it?" As if it mattered. The only day I'll get to sleep in for a while is on Sundays, with work and school both demanding my appearance by 8 am the other 6 days of the week.
So since I was running a little late (I still got to work on time, no big whoop), Dad made my lunch for me. Added some mints and candy corn: A nice June Cleaver touch, doncha think? I'll have to see about getting him an apron and a good chocolate chip cookie recipe.
WHILE THE BOSS IS AWAY THE TEMP WILL PLAY. . .
Ok, it's not really that bad. But I've got some time to kill, since I've got to re-import all the files I did yesterday, to try to correct some posting errors. (They weren't my fault)
So I'm bloggin, and writing my letter of appeal to the Registrar. Grrr. . .
Ok, it's not really that bad. But I've got some time to kill, since I've got to re-import all the files I did yesterday, to try to correct some posting errors. (They weren't my fault)
So I'm bloggin, and writing my letter of appeal to the Registrar. Grrr. . .
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME TO BE QUIET. . .
It's very frustrating for me. I'm listening to CDs at work, and am horribly tempted to sing along. I've been biting my tongue for the past hour. Read an interesting article in The Village Voice this morning. One point struck me as obviously true:
"However cold their feelings might run in private about Saddam Hussein, the Saudi royals have always opposed the current military campaign against him. Their main objection has been that the U.S. has no coherent plan to replace him, and so would only bring chaos to the region. And to the Saudis, the Americans are never less coherent than when they make the case for an Iraqi opposition."
Piss Poor Planning, people. . .
It's very frustrating for me. I'm listening to CDs at work, and am horribly tempted to sing along. I've been biting my tongue for the past hour. Read an interesting article in The Village Voice this morning. One point struck me as obviously true:
"However cold their feelings might run in private about Saddam Hussein, the Saudi royals have always opposed the current military campaign against him. Their main objection has been that the U.S. has no coherent plan to replace him, and so would only bring chaos to the region. And to the Saudis, the Americans are never less coherent than when they make the case for an Iraqi opposition."
Piss Poor Planning, people. . .
NOT ONLY AM I A JOKER POKER GENIUS. . .
But I'm also a HRM genius! Took my test last night, and I aced it, veritably. 40 Matching, 80 of 100 MC, and 42 Fill in the Blank. Luckily, we had 10 minutes after we completed "what we knew", and were able to skim through our book, and find what we needed. Oh yeah, I rock the casbah! I should not come to class more often, me thinks.
In other news, Webster's trying to make me take Accounting I & II over again. Nope. Not happening. I suffered through those classes at SMS, and I've worked in accounting for over four years. Even if they just accept one class, I'll be happy; I'll have 18 hours to complete, instead of 21.
I'm thinking about partioning my hard drive; it's only 4 GB, but it's a means to an end. Drop me a line if you've got any suggestions. Should I put all my programs on one partion, and all my MP3s, videos, etc. on the other? Any tips from my fans would be appreciated.
But I'm also a HRM genius! Took my test last night, and I aced it, veritably. 40 Matching, 80 of 100 MC, and 42 Fill in the Blank. Luckily, we had 10 minutes after we completed "what we knew", and were able to skim through our book, and find what we needed. Oh yeah, I rock the casbah! I should not come to class more often, me thinks.
In other news, Webster's trying to make me take Accounting I & II over again. Nope. Not happening. I suffered through those classes at SMS, and I've worked in accounting for over four years. Even if they just accept one class, I'll be happy; I'll have 18 hours to complete, instead of 21.
I'm thinking about partioning my hard drive; it's only 4 GB, but it's a means to an end. Drop me a line if you've got any suggestions. Should I put all my programs on one partion, and all my MP3s, videos, etc. on the other? Any tips from my fans would be appreciated.
11/12/2002
RAMBLINGS @ WORK:
While I'm waiting for my files to upload, I thought I'd take a moment to blog. Last night, Dallas and I went to the Hi Pointe right next to the Hi Pointe Theater in Clayton. Good times, good times. I had a few pints of Fat Tire, and trounced Dallas heartily in a few games of pool. (However, I taunted him the second game, and told him to catch up after a nice run of sinking nearly all my balls in. . . The bastard did, and we were down to a ball each, but I still won. Huzzah!) Got home, was in no mood to study, nor work on my Job documents for Human Resources this evening. So instead, I slept for a few hours, woke up around 4 am, and finished them then. I'm sure that move will kick my ass veritably this evening, when I'm lumbering through class and a midterm.
Anyway, this new assignment is going well. There's lots of downtime, while I wait for my A/P batches to download, so I can blog, study, or surf to my hearts content.
I'm in the process of rescheduling my interview with the brokerage for sometime next week, or hopefully, the following week, if possible. If not, this assignment will keep me busy until I find something else.
While I'm waiting for my files to upload, I thought I'd take a moment to blog. Last night, Dallas and I went to the Hi Pointe right next to the Hi Pointe Theater in Clayton. Good times, good times. I had a few pints of Fat Tire, and trounced Dallas heartily in a few games of pool. (However, I taunted him the second game, and told him to catch up after a nice run of sinking nearly all my balls in. . . The bastard did, and we were down to a ball each, but I still won. Huzzah!) Got home, was in no mood to study, nor work on my Job documents for Human Resources this evening. So instead, I slept for a few hours, woke up around 4 am, and finished them then. I'm sure that move will kick my ass veritably this evening, when I'm lumbering through class and a midterm.
Anyway, this new assignment is going well. There's lots of downtime, while I wait for my A/P batches to download, so I can blog, study, or surf to my hearts content.
I'm in the process of rescheduling my interview with the brokerage for sometime next week, or hopefully, the following week, if possible. If not, this assignment will keep me busy until I find something else.
11/11/2002
OK, NOW MY POST ABOUT THE REST OF THE WEEKEND. . .
A good weekend, for the most part. Friday night, Dallas, Mike, Brandon and I went to Dressel's Pub. It was near Balaban's, in my favorite not-strictly gay part of the Central West End. So while I'm sitting there with my fellow queers, there was this beautiful little blond who kept playing the eye-contact game with me from across the bar. I was flattered, she was definitely cute. I asked Dallas to be my wing-man, and check to see if she was checking me out, and he looked at me, dumbfounded. Apparently, he'd never heard of the phrase. Wnen the other two showed up, I asked them if they understood, and got the same blank look. I guess that phrase is only a straight world thing. Then Brandon was talking about his straight friends pick up line. I don't recall what it was, but I gave him one that Jill told me a while ago: "I'd like to slam her like a screen door in a hurricane." I think that's my personal favorite.
Anyway, I missed my window of opportunity, yet again. I was going to buy the cute girl and her okay looking friend a drink, start a conversation. . . but by the time I got the balls to do it, a huge group of their friends came in. The moment had passed. Plus, I felt odd trying to pick up a girl with a group of my not-straight friends. I can't win for losing sometimes.
Fun sidebar to the story: While we were there, I tried a few pints of this great beer: Double Dragon. No, I didn't feel Nintendo-tastic after I drank it, but it was pretty good all the same. It was dark, kind of sweet, and was good going down (not unlike myself).
(For my beer drinking women, Jaimee, Jen, and Jared: Run, don't walk, and try to find this beer in your respective cities)
Saturday was Trivia Night with Greg (we were in the middle of the rankings for most of the night), and then a short trip to the Complex. I saw old fling Patrick there. We were both surprised to see each other. I thought he was in Philly (moving there in nine months), and he thought I was in Springfield (I obviously didn't return there). We made small talk, I introduced him to some of my new gay friends, and found out that Todd and he knew each other. Apparently, he leaned over to Todd and asked, "So did you go home with him before, too?" A little embarrassed when I found out about that, but funny all the same. I left pretty early, as the bar was too crowded for my tastes. I can only take so many elbows in the back and anonymous ass grabbings before I bust a beer bottle over an unsuspecting queer.
And then there was Sunday, which has been described in my previous posts. Just an average weekend in the life of me, I guess.
A good weekend, for the most part. Friday night, Dallas, Mike, Brandon and I went to Dressel's Pub. It was near Balaban's, in my favorite not-strictly gay part of the Central West End. So while I'm sitting there with my fellow queers, there was this beautiful little blond who kept playing the eye-contact game with me from across the bar. I was flattered, she was definitely cute. I asked Dallas to be my wing-man, and check to see if she was checking me out, and he looked at me, dumbfounded. Apparently, he'd never heard of the phrase. Wnen the other two showed up, I asked them if they understood, and got the same blank look. I guess that phrase is only a straight world thing. Then Brandon was talking about his straight friends pick up line. I don't recall what it was, but I gave him one that Jill told me a while ago: "I'd like to slam her like a screen door in a hurricane." I think that's my personal favorite.
Anyway, I missed my window of opportunity, yet again. I was going to buy the cute girl and her okay looking friend a drink, start a conversation. . . but by the time I got the balls to do it, a huge group of their friends came in. The moment had passed. Plus, I felt odd trying to pick up a girl with a group of my not-straight friends. I can't win for losing sometimes.
Fun sidebar to the story: While we were there, I tried a few pints of this great beer: Double Dragon. No, I didn't feel Nintendo-tastic after I drank it, but it was pretty good all the same. It was dark, kind of sweet, and was good going down (not unlike myself).
(For my beer drinking women, Jaimee, Jen, and Jared: Run, don't walk, and try to find this beer in your respective cities)
Saturday was Trivia Night with Greg (we were in the middle of the rankings for most of the night), and then a short trip to the Complex. I saw old fling Patrick there. We were both surprised to see each other. I thought he was in Philly (moving there in nine months), and he thought I was in Springfield (I obviously didn't return there). We made small talk, I introduced him to some of my new gay friends, and found out that Todd and he knew each other. Apparently, he leaned over to Todd and asked, "So did you go home with him before, too?" A little embarrassed when I found out about that, but funny all the same. I left pretty early, as the bar was too crowded for my tastes. I can only take so many elbows in the back and anonymous ass grabbings before I bust a beer bottle over an unsuspecting queer.
And then there was Sunday, which has been described in my previous posts. Just an average weekend in the life of me, I guess.
SUE BAILEY, I TOTALLY AGREE. . .
Thanks to her for this online test, and I can't say it surprises me in the least.
It's like I was telling the guys last night: the first rule of the universe is, I am always right.
Thanks to her for this online test, and I can't say it surprises me in the least.
It's like I was telling the guys last night: the first rule of the universe is, I am always right.
QUICK ENTRY. . .
Before I get back to the joyous wonders of cleaning our carpets, a quick update on the weekend, or at least last night: Lounged around all day, got my hair cut (I'm looking pretty spiffy now, if I do say so myself). Went out for Chinese buffet with Dallas, Mike, and Brandon, then retired to Mike's house to watch Airplane! and other joys of Comedy Central. Apparently, Jen's recent entry didn't deter me from the joys of gorging myself full of Chinese and Sushi like I thought it would.
NOTE: If you're ever in Mike's house, check out his senior pics. What a nerdo. ;) But at least he doesn't look like a used car salesman, like I do.
Before I get back to the joyous wonders of cleaning our carpets, a quick update on the weekend, or at least last night: Lounged around all day, got my hair cut (I'm looking pretty spiffy now, if I do say so myself). Went out for Chinese buffet with Dallas, Mike, and Brandon, then retired to Mike's house to watch Airplane! and other joys of Comedy Central. Apparently, Jen's recent entry didn't deter me from the joys of gorging myself full of Chinese and Sushi like I thought it would.
NOTE: If you're ever in Mike's house, check out his senior pics. What a nerdo. ;) But at least he doesn't look like a used car salesman, like I do.
11/10/2002
OK, SOME CRAZY LINKAGE THAT ALL MUST VISIT. . .
1) Download this video. Realize this is the exact reason why I'll never be a news anchor, despite my toothy grin, big hair, and excellent pretend radio voice.
2) Click here. Go to Toons, then Features, then . .. oh hell. . . Just click here. I strongly suggest: Techno, Guitar, and Theme Party. Click on some more after you recover from nearly pissing yourself from the humor. Repeat.
1) Download this video. Realize this is the exact reason why I'll never be a news anchor, despite my toothy grin, big hair, and excellent pretend radio voice.
2) Click here. Go to Toons, then Features, then . .. oh hell. . . Just click here. I strongly suggest: Techno, Guitar, and Theme Party. Click on some more after you recover from nearly pissing yourself from the humor. Repeat.
11/09/2002
11/07/2002
LMFAO . . .
Oddly enough, I don't have this paranoid feeling around tall women. Maybe it's because everyone's taller than me, ehh, who knows. Once again, Tremble.com makes me giggle like a little school girl.
Oddly enough, I don't have this paranoid feeling around tall women. Maybe it's because everyone's taller than me, ehh, who knows. Once again, Tremble.com makes me giggle like a little school girl.
CRAZY NIGHT LAST NIGHT. . .
Went to a concert with Mike last night. It was a great time. The band was Mindless Self Indulgence, which I can only describe as The Bloodhound Gang on Crystal Meth. They were some crazy motherfuckers, but a good time was had by all. I met some really fun kids at Pop's, of all places. Mike was dressed up as a fairy, complete with wings and a fairy wand. However, when he threw them on stage, they were lost forever. Hopefully, they'll post some pictures of the lead singer with the wings on. It was funny. The lead singer yelled out as the audience clapped, "Oh yeah, that's it, suck my dick." And then he said "Oh yeah that's it, playwithmaballs, playwithmaballs", similar to Jaimee's "sucka the balls, sucka the balls." (Again, an inside joke, but Jaimee will enjoy it)
Saw quite a few queers who are regularly online, that was interesting. Met Todd and his boyfriend, Andrew, who helped me keep my sanity from those who I found boring.
This morning, I watched my taped episodes of "Ed" and "Good Eats" from last night. Both great episodes, I'm glad I had the foresight to tape them before I left.
On Ed, Carol's fiance is horribly jealous of Ed, her good friend and "I let him get away" guy, and asks her not to invite him the wedding. I surely hope that when my good friends, who are mostly women, get married, their fiances aren't jealous of me. Of course, I could really only see that happening with Jen and Jaimee. If that happens, those men are out on the street, I think. I would totally mud wrestle a future husband over my friends like Jen, Jaimee, Mooch, and Tina. (And technically, even Dallas and Mike)
Everyone knows my girls need my approval before they can date anyway. ;)
Also, checked my email this morning, and apparently, someone has joined my Diaryland notify list. I find that odd, considering I haven't really updated that sonofabitch since last semester. So I've written the random user, in hopes of finding out who he is. . .I'm always curious to see who my regular readers are.
Went to a concert with Mike last night. It was a great time. The band was Mindless Self Indulgence, which I can only describe as The Bloodhound Gang on Crystal Meth. They were some crazy motherfuckers, but a good time was had by all. I met some really fun kids at Pop's, of all places. Mike was dressed up as a fairy, complete with wings and a fairy wand. However, when he threw them on stage, they were lost forever. Hopefully, they'll post some pictures of the lead singer with the wings on. It was funny. The lead singer yelled out as the audience clapped, "Oh yeah, that's it, suck my dick." And then he said "Oh yeah that's it, playwithmaballs, playwithmaballs", similar to Jaimee's "sucka the balls, sucka the balls." (Again, an inside joke, but Jaimee will enjoy it)
Saw quite a few queers who are regularly online, that was interesting. Met Todd and his boyfriend, Andrew, who helped me keep my sanity from those who I found boring.
This morning, I watched my taped episodes of "Ed" and "Good Eats" from last night. Both great episodes, I'm glad I had the foresight to tape them before I left.
On Ed, Carol's fiance is horribly jealous of Ed, her good friend and "I let him get away" guy, and asks her not to invite him the wedding. I surely hope that when my good friends, who are mostly women, get married, their fiances aren't jealous of me. Of course, I could really only see that happening with Jen and Jaimee. If that happens, those men are out on the street, I think. I would totally mud wrestle a future husband over my friends like Jen, Jaimee, Mooch, and Tina. (And technically, even Dallas and Mike)
Everyone knows my girls need my approval before they can date anyway. ;)
Also, checked my email this morning, and apparently, someone has joined my Diaryland notify list. I find that odd, considering I haven't really updated that sonofabitch since last semester. So I've written the random user, in hopes of finding out who he is. . .I'm always curious to see who my regular readers are.
11/06/2002
SOMEWHERE A BIG DICK WITH A LITTLE MAN ATTACHED IS SMILING. . .
Of course, you don't know why this title is funny, but it's my blog, and I can have inside jokes if I want to. (smirk)
)
Anyway, I'm both happy and sad. The election is over.
Talent has won, by less than 30,000 votes. If the Green Party and Independent voters wouldn't have wasted they're votes, it'd be even more ridiculously close. (boo!) The cigarette tax didn't pass, and St. Louis now has home rule. (Yeah!)
Anyway, I'm off to harrass AOC about my pay from a few weeks ago, as well as my pay from Monday. Then I'm off to the STLPD to apply for a dispatcher job. Unemployment is fun! LOL
Happy Ramadan, Dallas.
Of course, you don't know why this title is funny, but it's my blog, and I can have inside jokes if I want to. (smirk)
)
Anyway, I'm both happy and sad. The election is over.
Talent has won, by less than 30,000 votes. If the Green Party and Independent voters wouldn't have wasted they're votes, it'd be even more ridiculously close. (boo!) The cigarette tax didn't pass, and St. Louis now has home rule. (Yeah!)
Anyway, I'm off to harrass AOC about my pay from a few weeks ago, as well as my pay from Monday. Then I'm off to the STLPD to apply for a dispatcher job. Unemployment is fun! LOL
Happy Ramadan, Dallas.
11/05/2002
ONE MORE THING BEFORE I BEGIN LAUNDRY AND SCHOOLWORK . . .
The other day, Dallas was complaining, or at least noting, that I hadn't updated my blog in a while. Hence the frenzy of writing today. I'm reminded of the little emails that Jen and I used to send each other when we were both diaryland fans. We'd harrass each other when one of us was slacking (namely, me), while the other (Jen) would update frequently, leave me at a decided advantage on the comings-and-goings in her life. It's the number one rule: Don't bitch about my lack of updating, when your blog is decidedly lacking in posts. Heh heh, get to writing, boy!
The other day, Dallas was complaining, or at least noting, that I hadn't updated my blog in a while. Hence the frenzy of writing today. I'm reminded of the little emails that Jen and I used to send each other when we were both diaryland fans. We'd harrass each other when one of us was slacking (namely, me), while the other (Jen) would update frequently, leave me at a decided advantage on the comings-and-goings in her life. It's the number one rule: Don't bitch about my lack of updating, when your blog is decidedly lacking in posts. Heh heh, get to writing, boy!
MORE RANDOMNESS:
I realize that I'll probably have to turn in my 1/2 gay card for this one, but yes, I'm a subscriber to both Maxim and Playboy. Don't worry, I'm just like every other man in the world. I just read it for the articles. Okay, that's totally not true, the cover this month is totally hot in a Bettie Page kind of way; mental note ladies: corsets and garters drive me crazy.
Anyway, it's been a good month for Men's magazines. Maxim this month showed how to both build a stripper pole(!), and a bar(!). Playboy advisor showed me how to get rid of nasty razor burn (Use Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion Advanced Healing Formula, which contains vitamin E [for healing] and petroleum jelly [for a smoother "lather"]. Just a friendly grooming tip for my lovely readers. Good times, good times.
I realize that I'll probably have to turn in my 1/2 gay card for this one, but yes, I'm a subscriber to both Maxim and Playboy. Don't worry, I'm just like every other man in the world. I just read it for the articles. Okay, that's totally not true, the cover this month is totally hot in a Bettie Page kind of way; mental note ladies: corsets and garters drive me crazy.
Anyway, it's been a good month for Men's magazines. Maxim this month showed how to both build a stripper pole(!), and a bar(!). Playboy advisor showed me how to get rid of nasty razor burn (Use Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion Advanced Healing Formula, which contains vitamin E [for healing] and petroleum jelly [for a smoother "lather"]. Just a friendly grooming tip for my lovely readers. Good times, good times.
WEEKEND UPDATE, WITH NAKED JAY
Here's how the weekend went down: basically, lots of good food, good beer, and good making out. Grr.. . for someone who is looking for a relationship, I'm not acting the part very well. I guess I'll just have some fun, while I wait for the right guy or girl to pop into my life. No sense in being celibate!
Anyway, Friday was a movie with Dallas, Saturday was staying at home, pretending to be productive, and Sunday was dinner with Michael. Last night, after a one-day assignment of filling in scantron bubbles for order forms, Dallas and I headed out to the Grind for some conversation, then back to my house for Run Lola Run, one of my favorite movies. I think my libido will welcome Ramadan with open arms; I need a rest, and some time to reflect as well.
Speaking of Weekend Update, what the hell has gotten into the writers of Saturday Night Live? Some of the skits were pretty funny, but Weekend Update was childish and stupid this week. That makes me sad, because when Tina Fey and Jimmy Fallon first took over anchor duties, I felt it was similar to the original hosting pair, Jane Curtin and Dan Akroyd.
My apologies to saturday-night-live.com, an unofficial fan site of SNL, but the following review of Weekend Update mirrors my opinions:
(NEWS) TINA FREAKIN' FEY!!
Okay, so she's always on Weekend Update. The jokes were okay, and unfortunately for Weekend Update, that was the high point of this partucularily unfunny Update (I know, unfunny Update is an oxymoron with Tina Fey). The Phil Collins going deaf thing was something that was funny, but not funny enough to laugh out loud at, much the reasoning behind the silence of the audience. I can't tell who the rapping baby was. Examining it, I'd say it isn't black, nor female. Not Jimmy, nor Horatio. Ah hell, Jeff Richards gets the credit, despite the wide range of male cast members it could've been (take cast out of male cast members, and you got Siegfried and Roy's new two man show). That was okay. Gene Schalit's jackass:the movie review was pretty much unfunny. I haven't seen the movie, but wouldn't everyone just love to see just on critic say "The funniest movie of the year" or even "funniest movie of the week"? I'd pay some money to see Roger Ebert give it a thumbs up. Oh well... Overall: B-
I don't agree with the reviewer though, who thought the monologue was funny. Basically, Eric McCormack flatly denied that he was gay, with crew members playing stereotypical homosexuals asking him questions (and not believing his responses) about his "gayness." Now, I'd like to think that I'm not one to get my proverbial panties in a wad about gay politics, but I was offended in general. Besides the fact that the joke got old before the punchline was uttered, why be so adamant? It's like saying "I don't have the Ebola virus!"
On the other hand, I guess I can't blame him. For quite a while, and still with some certain immediate family and friends, I was flatly denying that I am gay. It's just not fun to be put in a category where you feel you don't belong. But as someone in the spotlight, I think I would take a more diplomatic and P.C. way to express my heterosexuality. Hello, isn't he married? Just bring out your wife!
Bah! The paradox of being bisexual. . . Champion of Queer Rights, yet still immersed in Heterosexual thinking.
Here's how the weekend went down: basically, lots of good food, good beer, and good making out. Grr.. . for someone who is looking for a relationship, I'm not acting the part very well. I guess I'll just have some fun, while I wait for the right guy or girl to pop into my life. No sense in being celibate!
Anyway, Friday was a movie with Dallas, Saturday was staying at home, pretending to be productive, and Sunday was dinner with Michael. Last night, after a one-day assignment of filling in scantron bubbles for order forms, Dallas and I headed out to the Grind for some conversation, then back to my house for Run Lola Run, one of my favorite movies. I think my libido will welcome Ramadan with open arms; I need a rest, and some time to reflect as well.
Speaking of Weekend Update, what the hell has gotten into the writers of Saturday Night Live? Some of the skits were pretty funny, but Weekend Update was childish and stupid this week. That makes me sad, because when Tina Fey and Jimmy Fallon first took over anchor duties, I felt it was similar to the original hosting pair, Jane Curtin and Dan Akroyd.
My apologies to saturday-night-live.com, an unofficial fan site of SNL, but the following review of Weekend Update mirrors my opinions:
(NEWS) TINA FREAKIN' FEY!!
Okay, so she's always on Weekend Update. The jokes were okay, and unfortunately for Weekend Update, that was the high point of this partucularily unfunny Update (I know, unfunny Update is an oxymoron with Tina Fey). The Phil Collins going deaf thing was something that was funny, but not funny enough to laugh out loud at, much the reasoning behind the silence of the audience. I can't tell who the rapping baby was. Examining it, I'd say it isn't black, nor female. Not Jimmy, nor Horatio. Ah hell, Jeff Richards gets the credit, despite the wide range of male cast members it could've been (take cast out of male cast members, and you got Siegfried and Roy's new two man show). That was okay. Gene Schalit's jackass:the movie review was pretty much unfunny. I haven't seen the movie, but wouldn't everyone just love to see just on critic say "The funniest movie of the year" or even "funniest movie of the week"? I'd pay some money to see Roger Ebert give it a thumbs up. Oh well... Overall: B-
I don't agree with the reviewer though, who thought the monologue was funny. Basically, Eric McCormack flatly denied that he was gay, with crew members playing stereotypical homosexuals asking him questions (and not believing his responses) about his "gayness." Now, I'd like to think that I'm not one to get my proverbial panties in a wad about gay politics, but I was offended in general. Besides the fact that the joke got old before the punchline was uttered, why be so adamant? It's like saying "I don't have the Ebola virus!"
On the other hand, I guess I can't blame him. For quite a while, and still with some certain immediate family and friends, I was flatly denying that I am gay. It's just not fun to be put in a category where you feel you don't belong. But as someone in the spotlight, I think I would take a more diplomatic and P.C. way to express my heterosexuality. Hello, isn't he married? Just bring out your wife!
Bah! The paradox of being bisexual. . . Champion of Queer Rights, yet still immersed in Heterosexual thinking.
OK, TIME TO BE A BLOGGING FOOL!
Beware. . . lots of blog entries to come:
First off, I'd like to show you what search keywords might bring you to my site, according to my site meter:
Keyword
1. acoustiseal
2. dream jay diary
3. embarrassed naked
4. how do i see my friends mom naked in the shower
5. my sexual history
6. naked mija
7. naked mother who like to have sex with friends
8. outside public naked
9. the donnas naked
Apparently, nudity is going up in the search engine world. . .
Beware. . . lots of blog entries to come:
First off, I'd like to show you what search keywords might bring you to my site, according to my site meter:
Keyword
1. acoustiseal
2. dream jay diary
3. embarrassed naked
4. how do i see my friends mom naked in the shower
5. my sexual history
6. naked mija
7. naked mother who like to have sex with friends
8. outside public naked
9. the donnas naked
Apparently, nudity is going up in the search engine world. . .
VOTE EARLY, VOTE OFTEN . . .
Time to go do my civic duty. . . *puts hand over heart in George Connor fashion*
Missouri voters, be informed voters.
Time to go do my civic duty. . . *puts hand over heart in George Connor fashion*
Missouri voters, be informed voters.
HMMM . . . IT'S A SHAME I TAKE SUCH STOCK IN ASTROLOGY:
Jen sent me a link to my horoscope for the month, and it's put me in a wonderful mood. Good news on the job front, maybe I'll actually get active, despite what I've been doing lately. It even seems like I may not be as lonely, as I have been of late, despite my recent proclivities. Take a look, and see if I'm getting my hopes up or not.
I know I haven't blogged much lately, although I've had a lot to talk about. I've not been in the mood to write for the past few days, but I think I'm gettinn my second wind. However, it's 3 am, and me thinks it's time for bed. G'night, till tommorrow.
Jen sent me a link to my horoscope for the month, and it's put me in a wonderful mood. Good news on the job front, maybe I'll actually get active, despite what I've been doing lately. It even seems like I may not be as lonely, as I have been of late, despite my recent proclivities. Take a look, and see if I'm getting my hopes up or not.
I know I haven't blogged much lately, although I've had a lot to talk about. I've not been in the mood to write for the past few days, but I think I'm gettinn my second wind. However, it's 3 am, and me thinks it's time for bed. G'night, till tommorrow.
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