Thursday, March 25, 2004
My Dinner with Matt. After a-not-too-strenuous day at work I came home and made a piece of art for Abe (I'll post a picture after he gets it) and read a silly sci-fi novel. At around 7:30 I went over and picked up Matt and we went to have Chinese at Dragon View. Matt is a fellow Tucson blogger, he works with Panchesco at a local cafe. It's the first time we have met in person and it turns out he's a really nice, fun guy. He's vegan, interested in plants, hasn't figured out quite what he wants to do, and is heading off to Colorado for the summer. Oh, and he's really cute!
When I was his age I was super skinny (I think I weighed 147 pounds), closeted, a total geek. But times have changed. I kinda wish that I had some of the options that being young allows- not being tied down to a mortgage or car payment, experiencing things for the first time. I think its easier to be gay now than when I was 20, when there were no role models, tv shows, magazines, etc available. But like I said, times have changed.
After dinner I brought Matt over to my casa and we played Upwords and Gin Rummy and talked. The cats circled around, competing for attention. It was nice. Did I mention he's cute?
When I was his age I was super skinny (I think I weighed 147 pounds), closeted, a total geek. But times have changed. I kinda wish that I had some of the options that being young allows- not being tied down to a mortgage or car payment, experiencing things for the first time. I think its easier to be gay now than when I was 20, when there were no role models, tv shows, magazines, etc available. But like I said, times have changed.
After dinner I brought Matt over to my casa and we played Upwords and Gin Rummy and talked. The cats circled around, competing for attention. It was nice. Did I mention he's cute?
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
These are the enemy. The new Nazis. Religious folk. Evil. The people leading the effort to guarantee that discrimination against gay people will be written into the Constitution.
The American people are sophisticated enough to know the accusation of discrimination is false," said Representative Marilyn Musgrave, Republican of Colorado, the chief House sponsor of the proposal. and
Senator John Cornyn of Texas, the Republican overseeing the hearing, dismissed as a "myth" any idea that gay marriages have no effect on society.
I called their DC offices today. Their staff members don't like to talk to fags. I asked Cornyn's intern whether he only had sex in the missionary position. "If he is so interested in my life, I'm going to be interested in his." I said. Musgrave's gal intern assured me that it was a bipartisan measure. Yeah, maybe a token Democrat will sign on, but this is a Republican endeavor.
What to do? I'm all about love not hate. I also doubt that two-thirds of either the House or Senate will vote yes for the amendment, so it will wither and die. But still, the sickness of those people. The smug superiority. Makes one want to become an anarchist. Oh wait, that is what they want, isn't it. Instead I will send happy thoughts that Musgrave and Cornyn will maybe have some butt-fuckers for grandchildren. Wouldn't that be special?
The American people are sophisticated enough to know the accusation of discrimination is false," said Representative Marilyn Musgrave, Republican of Colorado, the chief House sponsor of the proposal. and
Senator John Cornyn of Texas, the Republican overseeing the hearing, dismissed as a "myth" any idea that gay marriages have no effect on society.
I called their DC offices today. Their staff members don't like to talk to fags. I asked Cornyn's intern whether he only had sex in the missionary position. "If he is so interested in my life, I'm going to be interested in his." I said. Musgrave's gal intern assured me that it was a bipartisan measure. Yeah, maybe a token Democrat will sign on, but this is a Republican endeavor.
What to do? I'm all about love not hate. I also doubt that two-thirds of either the House or Senate will vote yes for the amendment, so it will wither and die. But still, the sickness of those people. The smug superiority. Makes one want to become an anarchist. Oh wait, that is what they want, isn't it. Instead I will send happy thoughts that Musgrave and Cornyn will maybe have some butt-fuckers for grandchildren. Wouldn't that be special?
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
10 shallow confessions.
1). I've never shop lifted. Sometimes if I leave a store without buying anything I worry that the store people will think I am stealing.
2). I hate cologne on men. Except for Philip L. in Lincoln Nebraska in December 1990. I loved it on him.
3). I hate the swab test!
4). I once stopped dating someone because his back hair was longer than his chest hair.
5). I sleep with my feet sticking out from under the covers.
6). I am distantly related to George Bush through both my mother and father. My mother, who voted for John McCain in 2000, said "Oh, I'm not proud of that."
7. In first grade we learned to read with "Fun with Dick and Jane."
8. I liked Nancy Drew better than the Hardy Boys.
9. I think Patsy Cline is a zillion times better then Kylie or Britney or Madonna.
10. I spend way too much time on the internet.
1). I've never shop lifted. Sometimes if I leave a store without buying anything I worry that the store people will think I am stealing.
2). I hate cologne on men. Except for Philip L. in Lincoln Nebraska in December 1990. I loved it on him.
3). I hate the swab test!
4). I once stopped dating someone because his back hair was longer than his chest hair.
5). I sleep with my feet sticking out from under the covers.
6). I am distantly related to George Bush through both my mother and father. My mother, who voted for John McCain in 2000, said "Oh, I'm not proud of that."
7. In first grade we learned to read with "Fun with Dick and Jane."
8. I liked Nancy Drew better than the Hardy Boys.
9. I think Patsy Cline is a zillion times better then Kylie or Britney or Madonna.
10. I spend way too much time on the internet.
Monday, March 22, 2004
Three unanswered questions about urine answered.
1). Why did my pee smell so bad tonight after eating asparagus? According to the Boston Globe, 50 percent of people have that problem. See the link for the two competing theories as to why it happens- sulfur breakdown gene vs the smelling gene.
2). Now that Princess and Bear are living with Karen, why has Joey's urinating-on-furniture behavior stopped? Apparently Joey was intimidated by pretty little Princess and was expressing her anxiety by marking the furniture with urine.
3). Why is my urine usually yellow? Because it contains the waste products of red blood cells!
And there you have it. I hope you aren't pissed off at having wasted your time reading this.
1). Why did my pee smell so bad tonight after eating asparagus? According to the Boston Globe, 50 percent of people have that problem. See the link for the two competing theories as to why it happens- sulfur breakdown gene vs the smelling gene.
2). Now that Princess and Bear are living with Karen, why has Joey's urinating-on-furniture behavior stopped? Apparently Joey was intimidated by pretty little Princess and was expressing her anxiety by marking the furniture with urine.
3). Why is my urine usually yellow? Because it contains the waste products of red blood cells!
And there you have it. I hope you aren't pissed off at having wasted your time reading this.
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Plasticpiece. So I painted a canvas brown, per Steve G.'s suggestion, went to Ace and bought a glue gun (twice, the first one didn't work), laid out some of my finds and made a whatever-you-wanna-call-it.
I'm not totally in love with it, but it was fun and David G. and Abe admired it when they came over. I realized that one reason I have been droopy today is because there is a bunch of plant pollen floating about and I am having some ugly allergies. So that was the excitement today.
I'm not totally in love with it, but it was fun and David G. and Abe admired it when they came over. I realized that one reason I have been droopy today is because there is a bunch of plant pollen floating about and I am having some ugly allergies. So that was the excitement today.
A little walk in my neighborhood. I go down Palomas, past the house with the vicious barking chihuahuas, like I'm afraid of them. At the end of the street is a makeshift horse corral with perhaps a dozen horses and some chickens. I stop to pat each of the accessible horses on the head and give them a little attention. I grew up on a farm and hated farming, but I really like animals- perhaps that's why I've been a vegetarian for 21 years.
I live in Menlo Park, which was developed beginning in the 1910s. My house was built in 1927. Sometimes I find prehistoric pottery in my front yard. There is a 2,000 year old village site beneath the stables and a Chinese farmer's house from the 1880s nearby. I mosey down a couple of blocks to the south. Diana lives in a house built in 1877 and has a shrine to the Virgin of Guadalupe built into the adobe wall next to her driveway.
Virgin of Guadalupe.
Across the street is the remnants of the old Mission, established at the site of the original Tucson. I walk across the Mission Gardens and there is 1,000 year old pottery everywhere. Beyond is the garbage dump that the city put in in the 1950s. I brought a sack with me. Last weekend I went to my friend David A.'s art opening . He does a lot of "found" art, collages made from scraps of wood, bone, and metal. A couple of years ago I took David over to the dump and we collected trash, some of which has since been incorporated into his pieces. I want to do one of my own, focusing on the plastic things that are eroding out of the dump.
I wander over the edge of the dump where erosion and bottle hunters have exposed some of the trash. There is a lot of plastic- the 1950s saw the start of the plastic revolution. It's amusing to see that all but one of the pieces is stamped, "Made in the USA." The exception says "Hecho en Mexico." I find a lot of interesting pieces- avoiding things like shoe soles and most of the combs. Instead I pick up toys, bottle caps, fragments with interesting shapes and designs. When my bag is full I bring them back and wash them off next to the guest house. Mike comes out to admire my eccentric project.
Future art.
I'm still feeling a little droopy today, I dunno why. The dinner party went well last night, my house is immaculate. The cats are attentive and behaving themselves. Partly it is because it is already frigging hot here. Partly it is because it is so frigging quiet at my house. I've got a plan though, get out, do things, make things, go places, kiss somebody, forget the weeds in my yard. No use sitting about moping, no sirree.
I live in Menlo Park, which was developed beginning in the 1910s. My house was built in 1927. Sometimes I find prehistoric pottery in my front yard. There is a 2,000 year old village site beneath the stables and a Chinese farmer's house from the 1880s nearby. I mosey down a couple of blocks to the south. Diana lives in a house built in 1877 and has a shrine to the Virgin of Guadalupe built into the adobe wall next to her driveway.
Virgin of Guadalupe.
Across the street is the remnants of the old Mission, established at the site of the original Tucson. I walk across the Mission Gardens and there is 1,000 year old pottery everywhere. Beyond is the garbage dump that the city put in in the 1950s. I brought a sack with me. Last weekend I went to my friend David A.'s art opening . He does a lot of "found" art, collages made from scraps of wood, bone, and metal. A couple of years ago I took David over to the dump and we collected trash, some of which has since been incorporated into his pieces. I want to do one of my own, focusing on the plastic things that are eroding out of the dump.
I wander over the edge of the dump where erosion and bottle hunters have exposed some of the trash. There is a lot of plastic- the 1950s saw the start of the plastic revolution. It's amusing to see that all but one of the pieces is stamped, "Made in the USA." The exception says "Hecho en Mexico." I find a lot of interesting pieces- avoiding things like shoe soles and most of the combs. Instead I pick up toys, bottle caps, fragments with interesting shapes and designs. When my bag is full I bring them back and wash them off next to the guest house. Mike comes out to admire my eccentric project.
Future art.
I'm still feeling a little droopy today, I dunno why. The dinner party went well last night, my house is immaculate. The cats are attentive and behaving themselves. Partly it is because it is already frigging hot here. Partly it is because it is so frigging quiet at my house. I've got a plan though, get out, do things, make things, go places, kiss somebody, forget the weeds in my yard. No use sitting about moping, no sirree.
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Nobody's perfect. I was having fun last night at the bar. I was on, the right clothes, the right attitude. I wore this tight 1970s black polyester shirt with the widest lapels. The hot leather man eyed me as did the scruffy blond boy, I was on, that's for sure.
Chris said let's sit down and chat. And everything kinda crumbled after that because it turns out that he knows the Ex fairly well, although how never became clear, and there's one thing that is very clear to me- it is better not to see or talk about Him. After a year and a half it still feels like a dirty knife being stuck in me and twisted, leaving behind a hollow, disenchanted feeling.
I'm not perfect, even with my pretty shirt and too-tight jeans. I sometimes feel a little depressed because I'm lonely. Sometimes I wish the phone would ring a little more often, at moments like that I can be surprisingly pleasant to telemarketers. I miss cooking meals for two, the silliness, the driving someplace together. It's sad to miss the imperfection of that relationship, but that's the way it is, that's the way I feel. I'm hoping that someday I will meet another person to be best friends with and now that I have only three cats and new curtains I'm guessing I look a little less like a ghetto welfare mommy. Maybe if I lose a few pounds, maybe if I act butch-er, maybe if I cut the weeds, maybe that's a bunch of bullcrap but self improvement helps according to Dr. Phil and Dr. Laura and Oprah but not Martha. But who knows what will happen on Homer's World, the writers haven't let on and I missed the last few moments where they showed the upcoming scenes. Damn, I wish I had TiVo.
Chris said let's sit down and chat. And everything kinda crumbled after that because it turns out that he knows the Ex fairly well, although how never became clear, and there's one thing that is very clear to me- it is better not to see or talk about Him. After a year and a half it still feels like a dirty knife being stuck in me and twisted, leaving behind a hollow, disenchanted feeling.
I'm not perfect, even with my pretty shirt and too-tight jeans. I sometimes feel a little depressed because I'm lonely. Sometimes I wish the phone would ring a little more often, at moments like that I can be surprisingly pleasant to telemarketers. I miss cooking meals for two, the silliness, the driving someplace together. It's sad to miss the imperfection of that relationship, but that's the way it is, that's the way I feel. I'm hoping that someday I will meet another person to be best friends with and now that I have only three cats and new curtains I'm guessing I look a little less like a ghetto welfare mommy. Maybe if I lose a few pounds, maybe if I act butch-er, maybe if I cut the weeds, maybe that's a bunch of bullcrap but self improvement helps according to Dr. Phil and Dr. Laura and Oprah but not Martha. But who knows what will happen on Homer's World, the writers haven't let on and I missed the last few moments where they showed the upcoming scenes. Damn, I wish I had TiVo.
Friday, March 19, 2004
In today's episode of Homer's World our lead character signed important paperwork. He edited one page of text. He cleaned house. Later he went to a store and impulsively bought new curtains for the dining room, which will have to be hemmed, and two tablecloths, one of which is covering the once-nice-but-now ugly light green couch. The store was having a fabulous sale and the clerk was a very cute blond guy. Our protagonist is pondering what to make for tomorrow's Spanish dinner party. He thinks he is going to just go and buy some fresh exotic fruit and cut in up- fig, pomegranate, starfruit, etc- things one would likely find in Spain or one of its former colonies. In the cooking portion of the episode, he tried out a potato omelet, as suggested by Patti, [vivacious, Samoyed-loving co-worker] but didn't think it was in any way special. Tonight's cliffhanger will involve Homer going out to the bar dressed in his button-less tuxedo shirt to say hello to some of the other characters that live in Sim-Tucson.
Going to NYC. May 21st through 25th. Goals: 1). See my best friend Les, who I knew back in the days when I was sweet and innocent. 2). Go to Second Hand Rose and look at vintage wallpaper and linoleum. 3). Spend a night partying with Mark, Wayne, and anybody else who happens to be in town.
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Nightmares all night long. I'm a tad stressed because I'm refinancing my house (5% at 15 yrs) and I thought I would end up with a slightly reduced payment but made a booboo- the online rate calculation didn't include escrow [and didn't remind you about it at all, hmmm...] so my payment is actually going up.
This wouldn't be a problem, if only I was able to manage money better. I'm really good at putting it away for retirement, when the total sum will probably be enough to buy a box of adult diapers and a candy bar. But if I have cash in the bank- gone! So I sat down and made a budget and tried to figure out where the extra money goes to and who knows? It's not like I live a particularly luxurious life- I think the most spendy thing is my cable internet and kitty litter. I don't buy expensive clothes or fancy foods and haven't traveled much lately. But still I don't have any savings and I basically live paycheck to paycheck. Sigh. It isn't like the 1960s when my father supported a family of five while being a truck driver.
So the nightmares revolved around my father, who was much worse about money than me, but it is rather clear that I was comparing myself to him. Whenever I have these sort of dreams it is rather unsettling, and I'm still pretty tense. I'm going to go find a cat to hold for a while, and everything will be fine.
This wouldn't be a problem, if only I was able to manage money better. I'm really good at putting it away for retirement, when the total sum will probably be enough to buy a box of adult diapers and a candy bar. But if I have cash in the bank- gone! So I sat down and made a budget and tried to figure out where the extra money goes to and who knows? It's not like I live a particularly luxurious life- I think the most spendy thing is my cable internet and kitty litter. I don't buy expensive clothes or fancy foods and haven't traveled much lately. But still I don't have any savings and I basically live paycheck to paycheck. Sigh. It isn't like the 1960s when my father supported a family of five while being a truck driver.
So the nightmares revolved around my father, who was much worse about money than me, but it is rather clear that I was comparing myself to him. Whenever I have these sort of dreams it is rather unsettling, and I'm still pretty tense. I'm going to go find a cat to hold for a while, and everything will be fine.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Yuck. Someone in my office has really bad breath. At this very moment it is floating around coating everything in stink-plaque. What do you tell the person? {----}, you really need to floss/brush/gargle/sand blast/vacuum/hose out your oral cavity! Your mouth is a Superfund site! Is that Jimmy Hoffa lodged behind your second premolar?
And now for something totally unrelated. Puff, my black cat, likes to jump up on top of the shower door and watch me shower in the morning. What a cat perv. This morning he decided to reach down and pat me on the head. I'm like, "Puff, what are you doing?" Finally I realized he was wickedly trying to scratch me with his freshly trimmed claws. So poor ole Puff ended up taking a shower with Homer. He didn't like it, but it was probably good for him as he is shedding like crazy. Now if I could only find a human volunteer to take showers with.
And now for something totally unrelated. Puff, my black cat, likes to jump up on top of the shower door and watch me shower in the morning. What a cat perv. This morning he decided to reach down and pat me on the head. I'm like, "Puff, what are you doing?" Finally I realized he was wickedly trying to scratch me with his freshly trimmed claws. So poor ole Puff ended up taking a shower with Homer. He didn't like it, but it was probably good for him as he is shedding like crazy. Now if I could only find a human volunteer to take showers with.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
In recovery. Wow, I was pretty messed up after getting home. The weird thing about the whole experience is the amnesia. Gavin drove me home but I have only vague recollections of that. What I do remember is the very pleasant feeling of lying down on the couch and the fact that it was so soft, much softer and snugglier than I have ever dreamt it could be. Even now, seven hours after getting doped up, I'm a tad woozy. Not enough to stop me from going to the store to get some frozen onion rings which I have been craving totally for some bizarre reason.
So what's next? Mark has mentioned going to NYC this May and suddenly I'm thinking, well wouldn't that be fun to go see my best friend Les and hang out with Mark and Wayne? Maybe Steven as well.
So what's next? Mark has mentioned going to NYC this May and suddenly I'm thinking, well wouldn't that be fun to go see my best friend Les and hang out with Mark and Wayne? Maybe Steven as well.
This is Homer on drugs, Valium and Demoral. Woozey, uncoordinated,m having triubkle speekking,
The colonoscopy and ednoscopy went well. THe monentb the drugs were oumoed in I fell asleep and the next thing I know I'm awakened by a nurse in the recoveruy== room. ABut 5 ninutes and tghen out the door. Gavin drove me back as my klips slowly became unnumbed, But as you can tekk I;m readlly woozing and it is impossible to tell the figures which keyes to hit.
Nothing wrong, although I have a small hernia on my left side that will hav e to be fixed sometime.
I won't torture people any more. Time for something to eat.
The colonoscopy and ednoscopy went well. THe monentb the drugs were oumoed in I fell asleep and the next thing I know I'm awakened by a nurse in the recoveruy== room. ABut 5 ninutes and tghen out the door. Gavin drove me back as my klips slowly became unnumbed, But as you can tekk I;m readlly woozing and it is impossible to tell the figures which keyes to hit.
Nothing wrong, although I have a small hernia on my left side that will hav e to be fixed sometime.
I won't torture people any more. Time for something to eat.
Monday, March 15, 2004
Food, food, food. I'm busy fantasizing about food. Really salty french fries and tangy catsup. Vanilla ice cream with fresh strawberries. Squash with lots of butter. Captain Crunch. Cashews. Chocolate. A really fresh peach. Twenty four hours now without chewable food and I can understand how the people on Survivor must feel. Especially because the nasty laxatives are truly, wonderously effective. Do not attempt this at home, they ought to say. From personal experience I tell you, don't attempt to nap after taking some of that stuff. Very bad decision. Very. Bad. Bad.
I'm sooo hungry. Fasting sucks and everybody at work seemed to be talking about food or consuming yummy smelling things. I had to come home anyway, so I stopped at the pet store to buy some litter and my favorite clerk was there. I forgot hunger for a moment as I looked into his pretty blue eyes and admired the bracelet made out of chain links. He is a looker, that's for sure.
Joey got a pretty pink collar with a tinkling bell. She is so happy now that Princess and Bear have gone to live with Karen. No fights, no messes. She has decided to be a good kitty. Yeah!
Blech, I just drank some nasty stuff. I am going to be such a whiny bastard for the next 24 hours.
Joey got a pretty pink collar with a tinkling bell. She is so happy now that Princess and Bear have gone to live with Karen. No fights, no messes. She has decided to be a good kitty. Yeah!
Blech, I just drank some nasty stuff. I am going to be such a whiny bastard for the next 24 hours.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
I've added links to several blogs. I met Sushil online and he is a sweet man from India. I'd like to read more about life in India and how it contrasts with life in Mississippi. Palochi is an easy-on-the-eyes guy [stud?] from Chicago- hey I'll be there sometime this summer! Billy leads an interesting life somewhere on an island in the southern US- he has some very adult adventures. Hope everybody is having a lovely day. I went to Crate & Barrel and back-ordered a rug for my living room.
I had to buy a new tee shirt before John's birthday party. A trip to the mall, where pedestrians apparently think crosswalks are actually crosswalkslowlys. It took forever to find a space and forever to walk to Old Navy and not a cute guy to be seen.,
I go to Gavin's place to pick him and Kevin up.
I'm in my new white tee shirt, my torn jeans, my favorite wingtips- purchased for a dollar in 1985 at Value Village in Ypsilanti. Gavin and Kevin look mighty fine as well, we are a trio of heartbreakers.
Perhaps not as pretty as some, such as a pair of well-done-up gals.
I suspected that Panchesco would be there, and sure enough there he was, looking cuter than the devil. Jamie was excited to be introduced and discuss photography.
Cowboy Dick.
A quick stop at IBTs afterwards, and then a longer visit at the Denture, where I chatted with Reuben and David B. and Jamie and Richard. Everyone was smiling and happy, it was like one of the ladies' club parties my grandmother held in the 1950s.
I got a few compliments- on my new haircat, my clothes. When I was younger I had a terrible self image and it still surprises me to hear someone say, "You look good." If you had told me 19 years ago or so that someone would tell me that, I would have been astounded. Now, as a 40-year-old, it still startles me like a deer in a headlight. I guess you are supposed to say 'thank you,' but I always end up tongue-tied. Sorry about that.
I go to Gavin's place to pick him and Kevin up.
I'm in my new white tee shirt, my torn jeans, my favorite wingtips- purchased for a dollar in 1985 at Value Village in Ypsilanti. Gavin and Kevin look mighty fine as well, we are a trio of heartbreakers.
Perhaps not as pretty as some, such as a pair of well-done-up gals.
I suspected that Panchesco would be there, and sure enough there he was, looking cuter than the devil. Jamie was excited to be introduced and discuss photography.
Cowboy Dick.
A quick stop at IBTs afterwards, and then a longer visit at the Denture, where I chatted with Reuben and David B. and Jamie and Richard. Everyone was smiling and happy, it was like one of the ladies' club parties my grandmother held in the 1950s.
I got a few compliments- on my new haircat, my clothes. When I was younger I had a terrible self image and it still surprises me to hear someone say, "You look good." If you had told me 19 years ago or so that someone would tell me that, I would have been astounded. Now, as a 40-year-old, it still startles me like a deer in a headlight. I guess you are supposed to say 'thank you,' but I always end up tongue-tied. Sorry about that.
Friday, March 12, 2004
I was naked when I took this picture. I had just finished giving myself a haircut. I haven't gone to a barber or stylist in a couple of years. I figure, given the amount of hair I now possess, why pay somebody when I can do almost as good a job by myself. Almost is the important aspect, since I have had a couple of hair tragedies where the clippers kinda went out of control and I had to buzz everything really short. Tonight's version looks rather respectable, maybe I have hairstylist genes?
Last night I had dinner with David G. and Abe. Abe's a good cook and it was a nice last meal before the upcoming rectal event. I'm sorry, but the special diet totally sucks and I am craving not-allowed foods like crazy, which is all psychological, I guess. On the other hand, I foresee losing a couple of pounds and that would be quite acceptable. Weekend plans? Going to a party tomorrow, maybe hiking on Sunday. How about you?
Last night I had dinner with David G. and Abe. Abe's a good cook and it was a nice last meal before the upcoming rectal event. I'm sorry, but the special diet totally sucks and I am craving not-allowed foods like crazy, which is all psychological, I guess. On the other hand, I foresee losing a couple of pounds and that would be quite acceptable. Weekend plans? Going to a party tomorrow, maybe hiking on Sunday. How about you?
What's happening? Today I have to start my butt-probe diet! Now that sounds pretty disgusting, but for the next three days I have to eat low fiber foods, I guess to slow everything down prior to taking mega doses of laxatives on Monday and Tuesday morning before the doctor shines his light where the sun don't shine. I mean, I'm pretty certain that no light has ever shined two or three feet up inside my rectum. So I'm getting to masticate [I love that word, sounds dirty but it's not!] things like corn flakes, cottage cheese, applesauce, custard, wax beans, creamy peanut butter, and pancakes. No gristle! Not like I would ever eat gristle [Ihate that word, it does sound dirty!].
Speaking of butt probes, Expurgate's Other Half is coming to town and they are going to have lots of man-on-man action. They are both hot, virile manly-men and could charge good money to allow boyfriend-less guys like me to watch. I bet Senator Santorum would pay to watch as well, if you could get him away from his dog humping. Now I have horrible gaydar but whenever I see his simpering highness (lowness?) on the television I think "Oh geez, he's a total closet case queer!" It is so obvious, which explains why he is such a fag hater. What a sad person. And if that isn't correct it is even sadder because then he doesn't have any excuse for his yukky anti-sex obsessed behavior.
Has anyone else watched Extreme Makeover? I watched the other night and somehow the guys always come out looking like freaks afterwards. The one exception is "Anthony" on their website, who was kinda cute when chubby and became a little stud afterwards. Personally, I look in the mirror and can't envision getting plastic surgery. Even a hair transplant seems kinda silly, however, maybe in ten years I'll change my mind on that.
Speaking of butt probes, Expurgate's Other Half is coming to town and they are going to have lots of man-on-man action. They are both hot, virile manly-men and could charge good money to allow boyfriend-less guys like me to watch. I bet Senator Santorum would pay to watch as well, if you could get him away from his dog humping. Now I have horrible gaydar but whenever I see his simpering highness (lowness?) on the television I think "Oh geez, he's a total closet case queer!" It is so obvious, which explains why he is such a fag hater. What a sad person. And if that isn't correct it is even sadder because then he doesn't have any excuse for his yukky anti-sex obsessed behavior.
Has anyone else watched Extreme Makeover? I watched the other night and somehow the guys always come out looking like freaks afterwards. The one exception is "Anthony" on their website, who was kinda cute when chubby and became a little stud afterwards. Personally, I look in the mirror and can't envision getting plastic surgery. Even a hair transplant seems kinda silly, however, maybe in ten years I'll change my mind on that.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
It is difficult for me to understand how a person can casually leave bombs on a train or carry a sign saying "God Hates Fags." But those are two things that happened today. Intolerance and the hatred of others seems so main stream, so accepted.
I'm an atheist, I've never believed. Never been to church and I'm thankful for that. Many religious folks would call me immoral and evil. Whatever. My personal philosophy is that because I think each person has only one life and then nothing, that I will never do anything to harm another. I don't want to hurt anyone else, and would hope that other people would feel the same way.
Unfortunately, many so-called moral, religious people seem to think that it is perfectly acceptable to bring pain and misery onto others. I was vehemently against the war in Iraq because I knew that thousands of civilians would suffer. The reactions of pro-war people was so immoral- either denying that these people were being wounded or killed, or somehow rationalizing that their pain was alright as long as the United States achieved some abstract and as yet unrealized goals.
The same crowd of people largely support the anti-gay marriage amendment. I've asked pointed questions to local and federal politicians- How does gay marriage harm anyone? And they can offer no rational reason or tell me personal anecdotes of how gay marriage has hurt one of their constituents. It is rather depressing to realize that their ideas are based on hate. As far as I can tell, it takes a lot more energy to hate than to love, and I think love is a much better emotion.
I'm an atheist, I've never believed. Never been to church and I'm thankful for that. Many religious folks would call me immoral and evil. Whatever. My personal philosophy is that because I think each person has only one life and then nothing, that I will never do anything to harm another. I don't want to hurt anyone else, and would hope that other people would feel the same way.
Unfortunately, many so-called moral, religious people seem to think that it is perfectly acceptable to bring pain and misery onto others. I was vehemently against the war in Iraq because I knew that thousands of civilians would suffer. The reactions of pro-war people was so immoral- either denying that these people were being wounded or killed, or somehow rationalizing that their pain was alright as long as the United States achieved some abstract and as yet unrealized goals.
The same crowd of people largely support the anti-gay marriage amendment. I've asked pointed questions to local and federal politicians- How does gay marriage harm anyone? And they can offer no rational reason or tell me personal anecdotes of how gay marriage has hurt one of their constituents. It is rather depressing to realize that their ideas are based on hate. As far as I can tell, it takes a lot more energy to hate than to love, and I think love is a much better emotion.
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
We're lost. Don't you hate that when it happens. The roads signs in the San Rafael area are pretty poor, and twice Gavin and I (well, I was the driver) went down the wrong road. We spent about an hour traversing dirt roads. We stopped and ask Cow #43 for directions, but she told us to just "Moooo-ve on."
Redhead cow.
Finally I spotted the ranch and we drove up and had lunch on its long porch, feeding scraps to the two dogs hanging out.
Lunch with Gavin.
After completing the survey work, back we went. The scenery from San Rafael to Patagonia is pretty spectacular and largely unspoiled.
Heading towards Patagonia.
It was nice spending time with Gavin and talking about all sorts of things. I'm glad we are friends and that we got lost for an hour, just gave us more time to gossip.
Redhead cow.
Finally I spotted the ranch and we drove up and had lunch on its long porch, feeding scraps to the two dogs hanging out.
Lunch with Gavin.
After completing the survey work, back we went. The scenery from San Rafael to Patagonia is pretty spectacular and largely unspoiled.
Heading towards Patagonia.
It was nice spending time with Gavin and talking about all sorts of things. I'm glad we are friends and that we got lost for an hour, just gave us more time to gossip.
Road trip. I have to go down to San Rafael today to survey three small areas to make sure there are no archaeological sites on them. I'm grabbing Gavin and taking him along for company. Should be fun to chat on the way back and forth and Gavin has never seen the prairie there.
Spring is suddenly here- no need for the electric blanket, the back door stands open to let the sun and air in. The cats are happy. Princess and Bear went to go live with Karen, who is excited to have them. Joey suddenly has stopped fighting and it is so quiet now. I'm hoping her other problem will be solved, so far no annoying puddles. Of course the moment I think this she will pee on something.
Daffodils next to porch.
Spring is suddenly here- no need for the electric blanket, the back door stands open to let the sun and air in. The cats are happy. Princess and Bear went to go live with Karen, who is excited to have them. Joey suddenly has stopped fighting and it is so quiet now. I'm hoping her other problem will be solved, so far no annoying puddles. Of course the moment I think this she will pee on something.
Daffodils next to porch.
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Pretty pictures. Richard is a wizard with the camera. He can make anyone look good. Here's a pic of me and Jeffrey S. at the movie theatre on Saturday night.
Monday, March 08, 2004
Boyfriend material. Chrisafer had a link to the Match.com Physical Attraction test.
According to the test I am:
1). picky, drawn to the most handsome of the handsome
2). older than 30, younger than 50 (makes sense since I am 40)
3). So-called "Ecto-Mesomorphs," with narrow chins and nicely angular faces or So-called "Endomorphs," with full, curved faces
4). Dark brown hair (red is my favorite, but the only redhead in my test was homely)
5). "Bears"- They tend to be bigger guys, with full roundish or oval faces. Most have beards or some kind of facial hair. Typically, you can catch some chest hair peeking from under their shirts.
6). You also picked a number of men that we call "Professors." They're usually clean cut, handsome, and middle-aged.
Best match. The computer told Chrisafer this guy wasn't a hottie for him.
Some others that the computer says I like (and I would agree)
So who is your type?
According to the test I am:
1). picky, drawn to the most handsome of the handsome
2). older than 30, younger than 50 (makes sense since I am 40)
3). So-called "Ecto-Mesomorphs," with narrow chins and nicely angular faces or So-called "Endomorphs," with full, curved faces
4). Dark brown hair (red is my favorite, but the only redhead in my test was homely)
5). "Bears"- They tend to be bigger guys, with full roundish or oval faces. Most have beards or some kind of facial hair. Typically, you can catch some chest hair peeking from under their shirts.
6). You also picked a number of men that we call "Professors." They're usually clean cut, handsome, and middle-aged.
Best match. The computer told Chrisafer this guy wasn't a hottie for him.
Some others that the computer says I like (and I would agree)
So who is your type?
Sunday, March 07, 2004
Take a look see at the movie 9 Dead Gay Guys if you have the chance. Very funny in an awful way. I went last night and Panchesco was sitting behind me. Let me tell you, he has the nicest laugh. We hung out in front of the theater surrounded by Rocky Horror fans and Richard took some pics of one particularly well done-up guy.
Afterwards to the Denture Inn, which was amazingly crowded and I chatted with (and flirted) with the usual crowd. This morning I've been reading the Sunday papers and thinking up ways to avoid yardwork.
Afterwards to the Denture Inn, which was amazingly crowded and I chatted with (and flirted) with the usual crowd. This morning I've been reading the Sunday papers and thinking up ways to avoid yardwork.
Saturday, March 06, 2004
Hanging out with Mike and Ned in the backyard. Mike has moved into the guesthouse and built himself a firepit under the big mesquite tree. He and Ned were out there tonight making arrowheads out of volcanic glass. I had been moving some old railroad ties, in preparation for some yardwork tomorrow, and I sat and drank a beer with them.
Mike.
Ned.
Earlier I had gone to a couple of furniture stores and looked at overstuffed chairs. At Copenhagen there really wasn't anything that I liked. At Alexander's I found one, but then had to look through the fabric samples. The Todd Oldham pattern that I liked was outrageously expensive (about $500 for the fabric alone). I settled on a less expensive floral, although I only took down the information, since I'm not up to buying a major piece of furniture until after the house refinancing is done.
Earlier than that I had given a lecture at the Children's Museum, mostly to a bunch of three and four year olds. That was an interesting experience- the kids had no idea what I was talking about. But the parents liked it, especially the very cute bald daddy. Woof.
Mike.
Ned.
Earlier I had gone to a couple of furniture stores and looked at overstuffed chairs. At Copenhagen there really wasn't anything that I liked. At Alexander's I found one, but then had to look through the fabric samples. The Todd Oldham pattern that I liked was outrageously expensive (about $500 for the fabric alone). I settled on a less expensive floral, although I only took down the information, since I'm not up to buying a major piece of furniture until after the house refinancing is done.
Earlier than that I had given a lecture at the Children's Museum, mostly to a bunch of three and four year olds. That was an interesting experience- the kids had no idea what I was talking about. But the parents liked it, especially the very cute bald daddy. Woof.
Spring fever. Yesterday cold. Today, bright and sunny. The daisies are blooming like crazy in my front yard. I planted some flower seeds and they are all springing up. I have irises and daffodils getting ready to blossom as well. I have always really like spring. Back in Michigan the piles of snow would gradually disappear and suddenly tulips and daffodils would appear. It was my favorite time of the year. The seasons are less intense here in Tucson, but the turn from cold to warm is still exciting. If only it wouldn't switch from warm to hellishly hot!
Daisies in Homer's frontyard.
Daisies in Homer's frontyard.
Friday, March 05, 2004
Did you step in it?. Something stinks. George's new tv ads have arrived in Arizona. Images of the wreckage of the World Trade Center and a flag-draped body. I wonder how it would feel if one of my relatives had died there and a politician was using their dead body as a graphic in a commercial. I wonder whether the person who chose that image also chose the one of Laura sitting next to Georgie. "I'm troubled" by her unhappy appearance. She looks like a bitter old shrew, but then George has been busy fucking over the rest of the nation and probably neglecting his domestic policy, if you know what I mean. Or maybe he accidently poked his nasty old thing somewhere it shouldn't and Laura has a little annoying itch.
I'm troubled about Martha being declared guilty. Her stock value drops by one fourth. Why aren't the prosecutors charged with a corporate crime? Martha may have made a stupid decision. Who wouldn't act on a tip? I wonder if her success as a woman and her donations to the Democratic party had anything to do with it? Meanwhile Kenny Lay, George fuck bud, is lounging about in one of his mega-mansions. I wonder if he ever wakes up at night and thinks, "I wish I hadn't screwed thousands of people out of their retirement money."
So what crap will we step in next?
I'm troubled about Martha being declared guilty. Her stock value drops by one fourth. Why aren't the prosecutors charged with a corporate crime? Martha may have made a stupid decision. Who wouldn't act on a tip? I wonder if her success as a woman and her donations to the Democratic party had anything to do with it? Meanwhile Kenny Lay, George fuck bud, is lounging about in one of his mega-mansions. I wonder if he ever wakes up at night and thinks, "I wish I hadn't screwed thousands of people out of their retirement money."
So what crap will we step in next?
Snow day. From work I can look north to the Santa Catalina mountains and see the snow up on the peaks. It certainly feels cold enough where I'm at, at about 2500 ft elevation. My house is so cold too, poor old Puff just wants to sit on my lap.
The view from work.
My cat problems may be solved in a happy manner. My Ex's mother wants two cats (her dogs died last year) and so I offered her Princess and Bear. Karen loves little miss Princess, who is damn pretty, and I think she'll like Bear as well, who is timid and well-mannered. So perhaps Joey, who hates the younger cats, will quit having her mental problems and stop the awful urination business.
In other news, well- I really don't have anything else to talk about. So dammit, I'm going to go do something about that matter. I'll let you know what trouble I get into.
The view from work.
My cat problems may be solved in a happy manner. My Ex's mother wants two cats (her dogs died last year) and so I offered her Princess and Bear. Karen loves little miss Princess, who is damn pretty, and I think she'll like Bear as well, who is timid and well-mannered. So perhaps Joey, who hates the younger cats, will quit having her mental problems and stop the awful urination business.
In other news, well- I really don't have anything else to talk about. So dammit, I'm going to go do something about that matter. I'll let you know what trouble I get into.
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Makeover. I couldn't get the five queer guys to make a housecall so I decided to take the situation into my own hands and exit the beard, at least for a while.
Homer in March.
It is strange how you can look at a picture of yourself and see things. Like the fact that I don't appear to have an upper lip or that one eye is a little bigger than another or that my skin has a slightly yellow cast to it. What's that all about?
Homer in March.
It is strange how you can look at a picture of yourself and see things. Like the fact that I don't appear to have an upper lip or that one eye is a little bigger than another or that my skin has a slightly yellow cast to it. What's that all about?
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Gross, but true. I'd noticed this little black spot at the the top of my right arm. I'd poked at it a couple of times, but this morning I decided to really poke at it. I'd thought it might be an ingrown hair, which I've had a few on my beard. But as I dug at it (it was pretty far below the skin) that didn't seem to be the case. Finally after using a needle and squeezing really hard, I was able to get it out, a small oval hard object. What the fudge was it?
I took it to work and totally grossed out Jenny and Jane when I explained why I needed to use Jenny's high power microscope. I wish I had a picture of Jane's horrified face. Well, Jenny (who knows a lot about rocks) looked at the disgusting anomaly and declared that it was a little pebble (I was fearful that it might be an insect cocoon and I might have something terrible like Guinea worm [note I was going to link to a picture, but after checking Google images I decided NOT to).
How the hell did I get a little pebble inside of me. I mean, it was at least a quarter inch under my skin. Granted, it wasn't very big, but still... Blech, this beats yesterday's entry in terms of yuckiness, I'll probably never get to make out with any of the cute bloggers who read this, they'll all think, "Oh, it's Homer, the pebble man."
I took it to work and totally grossed out Jenny and Jane when I explained why I needed to use Jenny's high power microscope. I wish I had a picture of Jane's horrified face. Well, Jenny (who knows a lot about rocks) looked at the disgusting anomaly and declared that it was a little pebble (I was fearful that it might be an insect cocoon and I might have something terrible like Guinea worm [note I was going to link to a picture, but after checking Google images I decided NOT to).
How the hell did I get a little pebble inside of me. I mean, it was at least a quarter inch under my skin. Granted, it wasn't very big, but still... Blech, this beats yesterday's entry in terms of yuckiness, I'll probably never get to make out with any of the cute bloggers who read this, they'll all think, "Oh, it's Homer, the pebble man."
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Damn, writer's block! I kinda knew that I was going to have it tonight and when I sat down I was so right! So I've decided to pick a totally strange topic. Scars. And make a list.
1). Forehead, center, cousin Katie's croquet mallet.
2). Right hand, between the knuckles, glass bottle fragment in an outhouse.
3). Left hand, palm and along outer side, Mama Cat in December.
4). Left hand, along outer side, unknown.
5). Right shoulder, top of scapula, infected acne spot.
6). Left lower leg, front, glass coffee table at a party.
7). Left thigh, front, infected acne spot.
8). Neck, front above Adam's apple, surgery to remove large benign cyst.
9). Penis, circumcision!
How many scars do you have?
1). Forehead, center, cousin Katie's croquet mallet.
2). Right hand, between the knuckles, glass bottle fragment in an outhouse.
3). Left hand, palm and along outer side, Mama Cat in December.
4). Left hand, along outer side, unknown.
5). Right shoulder, top of scapula, infected acne spot.
6). Left lower leg, front, glass coffee table at a party.
7). Left thigh, front, infected acne spot.
8). Neck, front above Adam's apple, surgery to remove large benign cyst.
9). Penis, circumcision!
How many scars do you have?
Monday, March 01, 2004
Okay, bronchitis officially sucks. If I had a dollar for every time I have coughed over the last five days, why I'd be a lot happier than I am at this very moment, since no one is paying me in my feeble but constant attempt to turn my lungs inside out. At the staff meeting this morning I realized I was just plain miserable, and decided to come home and lie in bed for most of the afternoon. I feel a tiny bit of betterness, so perhaps that was the smart thing to do.
At the Oscar party last night I shocked everybody by announcing I hated Finding Nemo. I was told that it was the favorite movie of one guest. Well, I thought the movie made fun of mentally ill people dressed up as fishes, and I really wanted the evil shark to eat a couple of the main characters. Anyway, I think I made a bad impression, but you know what, I just didn't care. I stayed for a couple of hours but the whole event was so dull, no naughty outfits or outspoken politics and Billy Crystal was just dull as cardboard.
Say hello to Cosmic Noise, he's yet another cute Tucson blogger.
At the Oscar party last night I shocked everybody by announcing I hated Finding Nemo. I was told that it was the favorite movie of one guest. Well, I thought the movie made fun of mentally ill people dressed up as fishes, and I really wanted the evil shark to eat a couple of the main characters. Anyway, I think I made a bad impression, but you know what, I just didn't care. I stayed for a couple of hours but the whole event was so dull, no naughty outfits or outspoken politics and Billy Crystal was just dull as cardboard.
Say hello to Cosmic Noise, he's yet another cute Tucson blogger.
Sunday, February 29, 2004
Leap Year. Doesn't come often (no jokes please), so you should make an effort to do something utterly bizarre or unusual. Really, try it, as Panchesco would urge. So last night I went over to Jamie S.'s and was his photo model. Unfortunately, because many children probably read this blog, I can't post many of the more interesting photos. I did discover that the old saying that the camera adds ten pounds is true, especially if those ten pounds are already padding your mid-section. Nothing like a shocking photo or two to make you think, "Time to get one's behind back to the gym."
And then there is the unexpected photo, what do you say? I guess I can't be handsome or sultry or cute all of the time.
New, bewildered, shirt.
And then there is the unexpected photo, what do you say? I guess I can't be handsome or sultry or cute all of the time.
New, bewildered, shirt.
Saturday, February 28, 2004
An early afternoon self portrait.
Early morning. My quota of sleep used up earlier than normal due to late afternoon napping. At 5 AM I learn that I need to take special vitamins and buy bunches of silver coins, at least that is what basic cable television tells me. I comb Puff and Bear and Princess and the amount of soft hair that comes off of them surprises me, but then springtime is in the air. Princess, the pretty gray sealpoint, purrs loudly and looks at me with her pale blue eyes in a way that says "Adore me, for I am purrrfect." And she really is, the prettiest cat ever. Don't believe me, well you're a dirty trucker-fucker then.
Went clothes shopping because, as I told Eric, I was tired of my duds. On the way to the mall (I know, but that is all there is in Tucson) I see a prostitute dressed like a 1960s go-go dancer, complete with tall white boots and a sorta plastic coat. She looked miserable, no doubt because it was cold and rainy and who wants to hook in the rain?
I end up buying a cool striped shirt with a wide collar- very 70s looking, I guess. At the store a very cute Asian man assisted me, I admired his physique and imagined that he is almost as cute as Patch or Wayne or Maloney or HappySad, but probably not.
At home Les called me and we chatted about gross things (we always do) and about Steve N., someone we knew 18 years ago back in Ann Arbor and who now has a profile on bigmuscle. We hate him for having a hot body (it helps to be an architect and an aerobics instructor), but giggled knowing that he must buy Nair in massive quantities, since his pictures suggest a smoothness that he certainly didn't possess in 1986, when he was the hairiest man I had ever seen.
I thought about watching the telly last night but with basic cable there truly is nothing. As a result of my lack of cable, I totally missed the Sex and the City last episode brouhaha, but can't say that I even cared. I've also never seen Oz or Six Feet Under and, according to Gavin, I'm missing the new season of AbFab, which upsets me to no end.
Okay, nothing else to recount so I think I'm going to go make some French toast for breakfast. Later.
Went clothes shopping because, as I told Eric, I was tired of my duds. On the way to the mall (I know, but that is all there is in Tucson) I see a prostitute dressed like a 1960s go-go dancer, complete with tall white boots and a sorta plastic coat. She looked miserable, no doubt because it was cold and rainy and who wants to hook in the rain?
I end up buying a cool striped shirt with a wide collar- very 70s looking, I guess. At the store a very cute Asian man assisted me, I admired his physique and imagined that he is almost as cute as Patch or Wayne or Maloney or HappySad, but probably not.
At home Les called me and we chatted about gross things (we always do) and about Steve N., someone we knew 18 years ago back in Ann Arbor and who now has a profile on bigmuscle. We hate him for having a hot body (it helps to be an architect and an aerobics instructor), but giggled knowing that he must buy Nair in massive quantities, since his pictures suggest a smoothness that he certainly didn't possess in 1986, when he was the hairiest man I had ever seen.
I thought about watching the telly last night but with basic cable there truly is nothing. As a result of my lack of cable, I totally missed the Sex and the City last episode brouhaha, but can't say that I even cared. I've also never seen Oz or Six Feet Under and, according to Gavin, I'm missing the new season of AbFab, which upsets me to no end.
Okay, nothing else to recount so I think I'm going to go make some French toast for breakfast. Later.
Friday, February 27, 2004
A letter to the FCC. Jockohomo suggested that everyone send letters to Michael Powell, head of the FCC. Poor Mike (son of sellout Colin Powell) got to see him some tit at the Super Bowel. And got himself all worked up about it. So this is my letter to Mr. Powell, who wants to censor the already-censored garbage we see/hear in the media:
Dear Mr. Powell,
A quick note to say I don't care about the Janet Jackson breast APOCALYPSE. Can the government spent my tax dollars on something more important?
I find it much more OBSCENE to watch our president announce his plan to make gays and lesbians second class citizens. That is a profoundly more disgusting, immoral incident than Janet's wardrobe malfunction.
When I listened to you blather on about how awful the boob event was for you and your family, all I could think is "What the $#@&^!" Please note that in accordance with FCC rules I made my own swear word to express my dismay over the bull^%#$ that is coming out of the FCC.
I had to come home from work cause I feel like %$@#, coughing up big chunks of *($&^. The cats are delighted because that human is available for extra cuddle time. Geez, almost forgot, I need to call Santorum's office today and harass him.
Dear Mr. Powell,
A quick note to say I don't care about the Janet Jackson breast APOCALYPSE. Can the government spent my tax dollars on something more important?
I find it much more OBSCENE to watch our president announce his plan to make gays and lesbians second class citizens. That is a profoundly more disgusting, immoral incident than Janet's wardrobe malfunction.
When I listened to you blather on about how awful the boob event was for you and your family, all I could think is "What the $#@&^!" Please note that in accordance with FCC rules I made my own swear word to express my dismay over the bull^%#$ that is coming out of the FCC.
I had to come home from work cause I feel like %$@#, coughing up big chunks of *($&^. The cats are delighted because that human is available for extra cuddle time. Geez, almost forgot, I need to call Santorum's office today and harass him.
My future ex-husband. William Hung (what an amazing last name) is going to be a mega-super star. Well, maybe not, but he's the sweetest guy to come out of the whole reality television craze. It is a shame that those American Idol judges just didn't get it. Their loss. I hope William enjoys his fifteen minutes. Maybe if he had a wardrobe malfunction he could get a little more time in the limelight?
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Jamey called and asked how my day was going. Well, I said. This morning I woke up and decided to stay home from work. I'm finishing up having a cold and I'm coughing up unpleasantness. So I slept in, watched some silly daytime television, had a veggie corn dog and fries for lunch. I then went and saw Master and Commander. Am I imagining the homo-ness of the relationship between the captain and the surgeon. The surgeon was my type, which really doesn't mean much because at this precise moment my type is basically a non-Republican male aged 18 to 50 who has most of his teeth. The movie was alright and made me glad I wasn't a sailor at that time period.
Afterwards to Bookman's where I somehow won the three books I was buying. Very strange as I never win anything. Then home to read the alternative Tucson Weekly, which had a stupid article on gay marriage written by a straight woman "I also don't understand why gay couples want to waste their time and energy getting a state-sanctioned OK on their unions" she wrote. I sent her a polite letter explaining a few reasons why, and the paper's publisher called me a few minutes later asking if he could publish it. Sure I said. I was watering the flowers in my front yard when Jamey called. He is a photographer and I have a photo shoot with him this Saturday.
In conclusion, I had a great day. Almost forgot, I saw two (count 'em two) cute redheads today at the bookstore.
Afterwards to Bookman's where I somehow won the three books I was buying. Very strange as I never win anything. Then home to read the alternative Tucson Weekly, which had a stupid article on gay marriage written by a straight woman "I also don't understand why gay couples want to waste their time and energy getting a state-sanctioned OK on their unions" she wrote. I sent her a polite letter explaining a few reasons why, and the paper's publisher called me a few minutes later asking if he could publish it. Sure I said. I was watering the flowers in my front yard when Jamey called. He is a photographer and I have a photo shoot with him this Saturday.
In conclusion, I had a great day. Almost forgot, I saw two (count 'em two) cute redheads today at the bookstore.
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
What to say? I was naughty and called the Republican party here in Pima and chatted with some old geezer who got so worked up he told me that gays would get married "when hell freezes over." As I did this Patti and Sarah giggled. My office-mates enjoy listening in as I vex politicians and their staffmembers.
I enjoyed listening to John Waters chat with Terry Gross on NPR. I went to see Mr. Waters speak in April at the Hotel Congress. The event was marred by the two super drunk chain smokers sitting right in front of me. I had taken the claustrophobic ex along and I think he had a worse time. Oh well.
I taught an archaeology class at the local community college. I ate a sandwich from Beyond Bread and suffered from acid reflux. I had to reschedule my colonoscopy consultation until next week because the doctor was going to go play golf or something. I was excited to see the car odometer at 62222. I can't tell if I am catching another cold, something that happened last year when I had two in a row. I argued with Mike C. about politics. I am so right and he is, naturally, utterly wrong. Now it is time to go to bed and I have nothing else to write about. How was your day?
I enjoyed listening to John Waters chat with Terry Gross on NPR. I went to see Mr. Waters speak in April at the Hotel Congress. The event was marred by the two super drunk chain smokers sitting right in front of me. I had taken the claustrophobic ex along and I think he had a worse time. Oh well.
I taught an archaeology class at the local community college. I ate a sandwich from Beyond Bread and suffered from acid reflux. I had to reschedule my colonoscopy consultation until next week because the doctor was going to go play golf or something. I was excited to see the car odometer at 62222. I can't tell if I am catching another cold, something that happened last year when I had two in a row. I argued with Mike C. about politics. I am so right and he is, naturally, utterly wrong. Now it is time to go to bed and I have nothing else to write about. How was your day?
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Oh crap. So George W. Bush has decided that a constitutional amendment is needed to save heteros from the lousy fucking homos. I called the D.C. offices of my US Senators- McCain and Kyl- and chatted with staff members. I asked Kyl's office when were they planning on opening concentration camps to put the gays and lesbians in. They assured me that wasn't going to happen. Yeah, right.
I also called the office of Marilyn Musgrave, the Colorado representative who sponsored the amendment. I talked with her staff person and told him that I hoped she got what she deserves. What that is, I'm not sure. Maybe her queer hairdresser will fuck her 'do up royally. Although, after checking out the pictures on her website it would be hard to make her look more asinine. Maybe she'll get her a lesbian grandbaby. Wouldn't that be ironic if one of her spawn turned fag? It is almost laughworthy. Or maybe a couple of queers will kiss in front of her, totally ruining her sunny disposition and making her extra flatulent.
Maybe I'll have to move my lousy fucking homo butt up to Canada. Mighty Maloney- can I come and sleep on your couch?
An afterthought. I called my mother this morning and she said, "I don't see any reason why gays and lesbians shouldn't be allowed to marry." How did my Republican mother become so cool?
I also called the office of Marilyn Musgrave, the Colorado representative who sponsored the amendment. I talked with her staff person and told him that I hoped she got what she deserves. What that is, I'm not sure. Maybe her queer hairdresser will fuck her 'do up royally. Although, after checking out the pictures on her website it would be hard to make her look more asinine. Maybe she'll get her a lesbian grandbaby. Wouldn't that be ironic if one of her spawn turned fag? It is almost laughworthy. Or maybe a couple of queers will kiss in front of her, totally ruining her sunny disposition and making her extra flatulent.
Maybe I'll have to move my lousy fucking homo butt up to Canada. Mighty Maloney- can I come and sleep on your couch?
An afterthought. I called my mother this morning and she said, "I don't see any reason why gays and lesbians shouldn't be allowed to marry." How did my Republican mother become so cool?
Monday, February 23, 2004
Did he know I was stalking him? On the way home from work I stopped at a supermarket. Now in Tucson, every supermarket has a distinct personality. The Fry's chain is known for the preponderance of mouth-breathers, shoppers who don't have the sense to close up while walking about. Albertson's is more expensive and I don't like the floorplan. The Safeway near work is crammed full of elderly people and embarrassed men buying Maxi-pads. The Safeway near home is heavily Hispanic and the candy section has strange confections with odd textures and unusual flavors. The Safeway I went to today is near the University and is typically filled with cute college stud-ents.
I wandered in to buy some diet pop and those expensive pretty pills. He was standing at the end of an aisle looking at cans of dog food. I see him whenever I do research at a Pima County office. Tall, thick brown wavy hair, nice goatee, brown eyes, great body. I've admired him for years. I know he smokes, perhaps a flaw, but the rest of the package...fine. I doubled back to look again. Nice butt. And as I was looking at bread he came over to inspect as well. His Pima County ID badge hangs partly from under his coat. First name starts with an S, but I can't make out the rest. Probably a Steve, maybe a Scott. Last name is decidly English. His forearms are really furry. No wedding ring.
I decide that I've done enough gazing and go look for those pills but end up in line behind him- he chose a long loaf of cheap white sandwich bread. He smiles at me and I wonder, "What if he's gay?" But I have no working gaydar here in Arizona. So I watch as he walks away and admire his butt and have a little domestic fantasy before the cashier asks me to enter my club card number.
I wandered in to buy some diet pop and those expensive pretty pills. He was standing at the end of an aisle looking at cans of dog food. I see him whenever I do research at a Pima County office. Tall, thick brown wavy hair, nice goatee, brown eyes, great body. I've admired him for years. I know he smokes, perhaps a flaw, but the rest of the package...fine. I doubled back to look again. Nice butt. And as I was looking at bread he came over to inspect as well. His Pima County ID badge hangs partly from under his coat. First name starts with an S, but I can't make out the rest. Probably a Steve, maybe a Scott. Last name is decidly English. His forearms are really furry. No wedding ring.
I decide that I've done enough gazing and go look for those pills but end up in line behind him- he chose a long loaf of cheap white sandwich bread. He smiles at me and I wonder, "What if he's gay?" But I have no working gaydar here in Arizona. So I watch as he walks away and admire his butt and have a little domestic fantasy before the cashier asks me to enter my club card number.
Sunday, February 22, 2004
Is it wrong to flirt with another Blogger? I'm awful guilty, but feel no guilt about it. In fact, it is one of the nice things about becoming buddies with fellow bloggers, getting to know them much better than some guy at the bar or that blonde stud who works at the supermarket. The guy I've flirted with is someone I'd like to meet in person. Who knows what we will talk about, once the talking starts.
Saturday, February 21, 2004
A Grande time. Jeffrey S. and I walked up to the Grande Avenue Festival. Stopping to admire the house for sale on the corner. At night the Virgin of Guadalupe is lit up by neon. Out in front tiny daffodils are blooming.
Virgin of Guadalupe. There are lots of shrines in my neighborhood.
Miniature daffodils- the former owner also grew fantastic irises.
The festival is in its second year- it began last year to celebrate the re-opening of the area after a horrible sewer pipe leak that undermined the road and stunk up the neighborhood pretty bad. I was out of town last year, so missed it. I was amazed at how many people were strolling up and down the street. Food booths, crafts, carnival rides, a band on stage, and lots of neighbors. The crowd was mainly Mexican-American, with the occasional Anglo (mostly hippies) mixed in. It is strange how cultural events in this community are so segregated.
Jeffrey S. admired the vintage cars. Sometimes I think he is secretly straight because he can rattle off the make and model on sight, and is knowledgeable about whether the interior is original or not.
Jeffrey S. and the 1965 convertible.
We ran into Kent, and the three of us hung out. Jeffrey and Kent hadn't met, and I mentioned to Kent that Jeffrey had been a Peace Corp volunteer in Africa. Kent, when he was younger and more impressionable, had been a Mormon missionary in Peru. They spent the rest of the time chatting. I am playing matchmaker. Wonder what will happen?
Kent
Virgin of Guadalupe. There are lots of shrines in my neighborhood.
Miniature daffodils- the former owner also grew fantastic irises.
The festival is in its second year- it began last year to celebrate the re-opening of the area after a horrible sewer pipe leak that undermined the road and stunk up the neighborhood pretty bad. I was out of town last year, so missed it. I was amazed at how many people were strolling up and down the street. Food booths, crafts, carnival rides, a band on stage, and lots of neighbors. The crowd was mainly Mexican-American, with the occasional Anglo (mostly hippies) mixed in. It is strange how cultural events in this community are so segregated.
Jeffrey S. admired the vintage cars. Sometimes I think he is secretly straight because he can rattle off the make and model on sight, and is knowledgeable about whether the interior is original or not.
Jeffrey S. and the 1965 convertible.
We ran into Kent, and the three of us hung out. Jeffrey and Kent hadn't met, and I mentioned to Kent that Jeffrey had been a Peace Corp volunteer in Africa. Kent, when he was younger and more impressionable, had been a Mormon missionary in Peru. They spent the rest of the time chatting. I am playing matchmaker. Wonder what will happen?
Kent
Friday, February 20, 2004
Playing doctor. Yesterday was my annual physical. I wanted to find out about the acid reflux and a large spot on my hand. Turns out the pretty purple pill should work on the stomach and the hand thing is just an "age spot." And because I have aged and I'm now 40, drastic measures are needed. First an EKG test, which was totally uninteresting. And then the cough-cough test. And then the bend over test. That's not a big deal (although I know of a couple of straight men who are FREAKED by getting that test), but the doctor then tells me that I need to get a colonoscopy. Jesus fuck. He wants baseline data on my guts. Which means I have to take super-laxatives for a day, poop out everything in my system, go to the hospital, get sedated, have a tube stuck up my bum and a video made. I hope they give me a copy so at my next craft party I can pop it in the VCR and amaze my friends with "A Tour of Homer's Rectum." I just canned the crass joke I thought up.
In other news, I sent a company-wide email this morning about my "flippant" comment at the benefits meeting and received a number of responses. One other woman said she had had similar feelings (she has a boyfriend) but was too chicken to speak up. All nine responses were supportive. I feel much better now, and I guess I'll put the baseball bat away. A chocolate eclair helped too.
In other news, I sent a company-wide email this morning about my "flippant" comment at the benefits meeting and received a number of responses. One other woman said she had had similar feelings (she has a boyfriend) but was too chicken to speak up. All nine responses were supportive. I feel much better now, and I guess I'll put the baseball bat away. A chocolate eclair helped too.
Thursday, February 19, 2004
After the Day of Discrimination I came home and was very upset, as previously stated. Luckily, I realized that I was having dinner with Bob and Steve so I drove over to their 1880s adobe, locking my keys in my car. Nobody was home but I was a little early. I thought perhaps I had messed up (and I had, we were supposed to eat Friday instead) but it all worked out in the end and the combination of talking, Dragon View takeout, and pretty Miss Peaches sitting on my lap were mostly healing. But when I came home I wrote a little letter that I may or may not give my boss. When I climbed in bed an unexpected windstorm hit and the electricity started to go off and on, leaving me with an annoying flashing alarm clock. I haven't confessed this but if I have to get up early I watch the clock all night, a very bad habit, I wouldn't recommend starting. Plus, I ground my teeth so hard the whole left side of my face feels like someone punched me. Again, not recommended, because it makes the day start out kinda crummy. Plus I'm going to the doctor to find out about acid reflux and get poked, and that accurate to an ounce scale that I dislike almost as much as...., well I'm just not going to bother thinking up negatives. Instead I call for Princess to come sit on my lap and pat her pretty little head and think about the donut I will be eating after the doctors office.
Basket and candelabras at Steve and Bob's house.
Homer and Peaches, the miraculous calming Pomeranian.
Basket and candelabras at Steve and Bob's house.
Homer and Peaches, the miraculous calming Pomeranian.
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Insurance discrimination. At today's workplace presentation on our new "beneflex" plan the company owner from California glibly noted that domestic partners and significant others would not be covered as per IRS regulations. The second time he brought this up I interrupted him and asked what was going to happen with the marriages in San Francisco and Massachusetts. He didn't want to talk about this and repeated the domestic partner/significant other rule. I told him, in front of my co-workers that I thought he was being flippant and asked him what his company would be doing to change this. He said "Nothing" and then refused to discuss it further.
My co-workers failed to understand my point. "Oh, he wasn't being flippant" they say, "and why should his company do anything to change IRS rules." I respond by noting that he had already noted the numerous changes in IRS rules that have taken place in the last 18 years this particular plan has been in effect. Obviously, the industry hires lobbyists to push for these changes. My company has a queer, two dykes, and a woman with a domestic partner. The overhead money we generate are helping to pay his company for his services. Ten percent of the employees are not getting the same benefits as the "traditional married/persons with kids" because of IRS rules. The benefits company should be interested in changing those rules for both financial reasons (they would make more profit with more individuals covered) and to better represent the workers of the people paying into the plan.
I'm really pissed off and the reaction of my co-workers (Homer is getting over-excited and there's nothing that can be done about it) makes me even angrier. Where's my baseball bat?
Later: At home, I'm still pissed off. The reactions of my co-workers were amazing- "You were making a big deal out of nothing" and "I don't think you should have told him he was flippant."
Let's see, why shouldn't I be pissed off. Straight people can go get married and within a few minutes receive a whole set of rights that are routinely denied gays and lesbians. Of the 40 or so people I work with there are four or five who are married and have no intention/ability to have kids, but still have access to lots of rights that I don't have. And then there are the ones with kids who benefit from my paying taxes for schools. So you would think the co-workers would spend a few minutes and think about the issue. But since they have theres, they aren't particularly interested in the topic.
Meanwhile, insurance and benefit companies are willing to take gay/lesbian money but are not interested in going to Congress and telling them to change the laws. It makes me livid. Where the fuck is that bat?
My co-workers failed to understand my point. "Oh, he wasn't being flippant" they say, "and why should his company do anything to change IRS rules." I respond by noting that he had already noted the numerous changes in IRS rules that have taken place in the last 18 years this particular plan has been in effect. Obviously, the industry hires lobbyists to push for these changes. My company has a queer, two dykes, and a woman with a domestic partner. The overhead money we generate are helping to pay his company for his services. Ten percent of the employees are not getting the same benefits as the "traditional married/persons with kids" because of IRS rules. The benefits company should be interested in changing those rules for both financial reasons (they would make more profit with more individuals covered) and to better represent the workers of the people paying into the plan.
I'm really pissed off and the reaction of my co-workers (Homer is getting over-excited and there's nothing that can be done about it) makes me even angrier. Where's my baseball bat?
Later: At home, I'm still pissed off. The reactions of my co-workers were amazing- "You were making a big deal out of nothing" and "I don't think you should have told him he was flippant."
Let's see, why shouldn't I be pissed off. Straight people can go get married and within a few minutes receive a whole set of rights that are routinely denied gays and lesbians. Of the 40 or so people I work with there are four or five who are married and have no intention/ability to have kids, but still have access to lots of rights that I don't have. And then there are the ones with kids who benefit from my paying taxes for schools. So you would think the co-workers would spend a few minutes and think about the issue. But since they have theres, they aren't particularly interested in the topic.
Meanwhile, insurance and benefit companies are willing to take gay/lesbian money but are not interested in going to Congress and telling them to change the laws. It makes me livid. Where the fuck is that bat?
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
Feels like Spring. Suddenly it's Spring time. The wildflowers in my front yard are pushing upward and a few have suffered from premature blossoming:
Blurry yellow.
Which reminds me of the last time I was in Nogales, Sonora with my mother. We walked across the border and wandered through the tourist portion of town. Shops crammed with ticky-tacky stuff, a tired old burro to pose pictures with, and the street hawkers trying to sell you stuff.
"Hey man," says el hombre, a little older than me, "You need some Viagara?" Christ, couldn't he see that was I with my mother?
"No thanks," I said, my face turning red with embarrassment.
"Okay, then you want to go see the donkey fuck a girl?" Jesus H. Christ, we must have been walking down the wrong street. I steered my mother back into a shop to admire little knobs with bluebirds painted on them.
"Oh, I wish they had had that stuff back when your father was alive?" she said.
"What stuff?" I asked.
"That Viagara. After he got diabetes he could never have an erection and that was very upsetting for him. Not that I cared one way or another."
Oh. My. Frigging. God. That was a billion times more information than I ever needed to know. "Mother!" I said, "I don't want to know about that."
"Well, I was just saying...." It was almost as bad as the time I asked her why she had these purple plastic high heeled shoes. "Well, when your father gets depressed because of the stroke I take my clothes off and walk around naked in front of him wearing them. It cheers him up."
This was over 10 years ago, and I'm pretty sure I suffered internal sunburn from the degree of embarrassed redness.
Blurry yellow.
Which reminds me of the last time I was in Nogales, Sonora with my mother. We walked across the border and wandered through the tourist portion of town. Shops crammed with ticky-tacky stuff, a tired old burro to pose pictures with, and the street hawkers trying to sell you stuff.
"Hey man," says el hombre, a little older than me, "You need some Viagara?" Christ, couldn't he see that was I with my mother?
"No thanks," I said, my face turning red with embarrassment.
"Okay, then you want to go see the donkey fuck a girl?" Jesus H. Christ, we must have been walking down the wrong street. I steered my mother back into a shop to admire little knobs with bluebirds painted on them.
"Oh, I wish they had had that stuff back when your father was alive?" she said.
"What stuff?" I asked.
"That Viagara. After he got diabetes he could never have an erection and that was very upsetting for him. Not that I cared one way or another."
Oh. My. Frigging. God. That was a billion times more information than I ever needed to know. "Mother!" I said, "I don't want to know about that."
"Well, I was just saying...." It was almost as bad as the time I asked her why she had these purple plastic high heeled shoes. "Well, when your father gets depressed because of the stroke I take my clothes off and walk around naked in front of him wearing them. It cheers him up."
This was over 10 years ago, and I'm pretty sure I suffered internal sunburn from the degree of embarrassed redness.
Monday, February 16, 2004
Is it wrong to lust for your plumber? The guesthouse bathroom clogged up again and a call to a different plumber brought John G. over, exactly on time. Handsome, salt and pepper hair, a nice smile, pretty eyes, and a great ass. Now, I wouldn't have minded if he had plumber's butt.
John climbed up on the guest house roof and thrust his long, snake-like appendage into the appropriate hole. A few minutes of intense probing action, and that darn blockage was gone.
The downside- $165 down the drain, but I cheerfully wrote the check as a figured out ways to take pictures of the lustworthy plumber without being too obvious.
I think this is the naughtiest entry ever on this blog. Sigh.
John climbed up on the guest house roof and thrust his long, snake-like appendage into the appropriate hole. A few minutes of intense probing action, and that darn blockage was gone.
The downside- $165 down the drain, but I cheerfully wrote the check as a figured out ways to take pictures of the lustworthy plumber without being too obvious.
I think this is the naughtiest entry ever on this blog. Sigh.
Sunday, February 15, 2004
The Gay Guys Valentine's Day Party was a success. Fifteen single men, you'd think there would be total debauchery. Instead the boys snacked and made plastic bead mosaics.
Jeffrey S. and his creation.
Reuben is all smiles.
Things got really wild when I pulled the Twister game out.
Panchesco plots his next move.
Richard and I had a camera duel, I think he probably won, since I'm still learning what all of the buttons mean on my new Nikon.
Richard at the craft table.
The only downside was having to ask the Magic 8 Ball the same question (Will I get a boyfriend this year?) three times before I got a satisfactory answer.
Jeffrey S. and his creation.
Reuben is all smiles.
Things got really wild when I pulled the Twister game out.
Panchesco plots his next move.
Richard and I had a camera duel, I think he probably won, since I'm still learning what all of the buttons mean on my new Nikon.
Richard at the craft table.
The only downside was having to ask the Magic 8 Ball the same question (Will I get a boyfriend this year?) three times before I got a satisfactory answer.
Saturday, February 14, 2004
Happy Valentine's Day. It is really exciting to see all of those gay and lesbian couples getting married in San Francisco. The two guys in the picture below appeared in today's Arizona Daily Star, almost as cute as their babies. I'm very happy for all of the newlyweds.
I hope you have a nice Valentine's Day too.
I hope you have a nice Valentine's Day too.
Things I hated about Michelle's going away party. Michelle is leaving for Israel Sunday and at her party in my guesthouse there were a lot of hippies and otherwise interesting people. But there were a lot of godawful things going on including:
- a guy singing the "Fuck" song at the top of his lungs outside my bedroom window. Not endearing.
- blondes with dreadlocks. Nasty, matted, dirty. Ruins perfectly nice bone structure.
- being told by your friend that his very hot boyfriend, standing next to you, is limber and well hung enough to give himself head. And the boyfriend confirming this is in fact true.
- tribal drumming until 2:00 AM is so 1968.
- seeing 20-somethings so stoned that they couldn't speak clearly- yuck.
- the cutest guy at the party, the one who kept checking me out, turns out to be straight.
On the other hand, Michelle was having a lovely time and I will really miss her as she goes on this adventure. I hope she is safe in Israel, I wish that country would sort out its problems with the Palestinians, but then I wish I lot of things. Like maybe getting me a limber boyfriend...
- a guy singing the "Fuck" song at the top of his lungs outside my bedroom window. Not endearing.
- blondes with dreadlocks. Nasty, matted, dirty. Ruins perfectly nice bone structure.
- being told by your friend that his very hot boyfriend, standing next to you, is limber and well hung enough to give himself head. And the boyfriend confirming this is in fact true.
- tribal drumming until 2:00 AM is so 1968.
- seeing 20-somethings so stoned that they couldn't speak clearly- yuck.
- the cutest guy at the party, the one who kept checking me out, turns out to be straight.
On the other hand, Michelle was having a lovely time and I will really miss her as she goes on this adventure. I hope she is safe in Israel, I wish that country would sort out its problems with the Palestinians, but then I wish I lot of things. Like maybe getting me a limber boyfriend...
Friday, February 13, 2004
Runaway Nose. Cue dramatic music. Lights, action, kleenex. In this episode of Homer'sWorld our protagonist is suffering from what is believed to be a fatal case of runny nose. As concerned cast members and extras arrive at the hospital, the camera presents a close up of Homer's bright red nostrils. Someone asks, "Is it alive?" As a stream of mucous jets out during a particularly violent eruption, a long lost friend appears, trapped in an alternative dimension, loosened by the magical combination of anti-hista-whatever-it-is-that-I-can't-spell, paper towel, and Joey Cat. Someone else comments on the weird scent in the air, to which smell-challenged Homer cries out, "There's got to be a morning after!" Panchesco arrives on Magda, and waves his fiery wand. Is it too late for our hero? Will the Single Gay Guys Valentine's Day Party be a gigantic blowout, or will it just plainly blow? What sort of pizza goes best with Sudafed? Stay tuned for the answers to these and other exciting questions....
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Thanks San Francisco. Tomorrow the sun will rise, commuters will drive to work, I'll drink a diet Coke, President Bush will say something really stupid, etc., etc. The world will not have ended because two elderly lesbians got hitched in San Fran. Many religious conservatives will get their panties in a bunch. Who gives a flaming fuck what they think? I mean, the same crowd has been wrong-wrong-wrong on all of the other "issues" they have played cry baby about. Inter-racial marriage, the end of slavery, relaxed divorce laws, the end of prohibition- none of these brought about the end of the United States. Each of these actions actually strengthened our country.
If by some off chance you are one of the idiots who oppose gay marriage, and you found your way to this website, go fuck yourself, I'm certain nobody else will do it.
In other news, I'm recovering from my sniffles, have been productive at work, flirted shamelessly on the phone, as well as paid my bills (and actually have some money leftover!). I really like my new camera and need to find some interesting things to take pictures of. And last night's Angel episode was really good. As a friend of mine would say, Good Times.
If by some off chance you are one of the idiots who oppose gay marriage, and you found your way to this website, go fuck yourself, I'm certain nobody else will do it.
In other news, I'm recovering from my sniffles, have been productive at work, flirted shamelessly on the phone, as well as paid my bills (and actually have some money leftover!). I really like my new camera and need to find some interesting things to take pictures of. And last night's Angel episode was really good. As a friend of mine would say, Good Times.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Breaking news: Drive By Shooting! Occasionally I hear gunshots. A few minutes ago I HEARD gunshots. Like, right next to my house. So close, I was truly alarmed as my cats ran about frightened. I ended up lying flat on the floor as more gunshots rang out. Bang-Bang-Bangedy-Bang!
And then I remembered that there was supposed to be a fireworks show on the mountain next to my house because it is the 50th anniversary of the Gem Show. So I went outside and watched for a while, coming back inside because it is kinda cold.
Drive by fireworks.
And then I remembered that there was supposed to be a fireworks show on the mountain next to my house because it is the 50th anniversary of the Gem Show. So I went outside and watched for a while, coming back inside because it is kinda cold.
Drive by fireworks.
As the Stomach Turns. I haven't whined about it, but I have been suffering from acid reflux for the last 35 days or so. Almost every time I eat I develop a burning sensation in my chest. Sometimes I can even taste the acid if I burp. Next week I go to the doctor to find out what can be done. In the meantime I am taking one of those well-advertised brightly colored pills. So far it hasn't helped.
Compounding this is a little cold that I picked up from a co-worker. God-fucking-dammit. He had it much worse than I do, and I know it was him because I had to listen to his cough-cough-coughing. I'm feeling mighty stuffed up myself, I guess a result of the drive to Sierra Vista today, which is at a slightly higher elevation than Tucson (3,800 ft versus 2,500). So I'm going to huddle at home in front of the little electric heater. Play with the cats (Puff and Mama are waiting to be petted). And have a nice someone-sticking-a-knife-in-my-guts kinda evening. End of whine. Was it good for you?
Compounding this is a little cold that I picked up from a co-worker. God-fucking-dammit. He had it much worse than I do, and I know it was him because I had to listen to his cough-cough-coughing. I'm feeling mighty stuffed up myself, I guess a result of the drive to Sierra Vista today, which is at a slightly higher elevation than Tucson (3,800 ft versus 2,500). So I'm going to huddle at home in front of the little electric heater. Play with the cats (Puff and Mama are waiting to be petted). And have a nice someone-sticking-a-knife-in-my-guts kinda evening. End of whine. Was it good for you?
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
And a little later. So cheap, generic wireless keyboards are actually cheap, worthless keyboards. That don't work. And will have to be dragged back to Circuit City for a refund. Although the packaging is totally ripped to shreds. And I'm having to type this using the vomit-keyboard. Blech.
And don't go to Circuit City the day your tax refund comes and you end up buying a Nikon Coolpix 4300. Which I did. Which takes much better pictures than the old camera. The very first photo is presented below. Please note that Bear is not the puking cat, he just looks like Puff.
First photo, Bear.
And don't go to Circuit City the day your tax refund comes and you end up buying a Nikon Coolpix 4300. Which I did. Which takes much better pictures than the old camera. The very first photo is presented below. Please note that Bear is not the puking cat, he just looks like Puff.
First photo, Bear.
Disgusting Puff. Likes to sit on the top of my monitor. Well, when I came home tonight I discovered he had been sitting up there when the urge to puke happened. So gobs of puss vomit were running down the screen and covered much of the ketboard. Attempts to remove it from in between the keys have proven impossible. I'm heading off to buy a new keyboard now, since as I type this the puke is squishing up between the w and e keys. Fuck...
Monday, February 09, 2004
Almost famous. Jim mentioned that the only celebrity he has seen in person was Tiny Tim. So on the way to work I started thinking of famous people I have bumped into, Here's my list:
Charlie Sheen- at the gym, he was filming a movie in Tucson
Stephen Baldwin- at the gym, he lived in Tucson
Ted Danson- at the airport in LA
Keanu Reeves- at a restaurant in LA, he was attending a birthday party
Ricky Lee Jones- at the same restaurant, at the bar
John Stossel- walking down the street in NYC
And that is it for the accidental list. I guess I'm not a magnet for the rich and famous. The on-purpose list includes: Gerald and Betty Ford, George and Barbara Bush, Dan Quayle, Walter Mondale, Howard Dean, Jesse Jackson, Robert Ballard, and Maya Angelou. And perhaps the most bizarre- Colonel Sanders.
So who have you seen in person?
Charlie Sheen- at the gym, he was filming a movie in Tucson
Stephen Baldwin- at the gym, he lived in Tucson
Ted Danson- at the airport in LA
Keanu Reeves- at a restaurant in LA, he was attending a birthday party
Ricky Lee Jones- at the same restaurant, at the bar
John Stossel- walking down the street in NYC
And that is it for the accidental list. I guess I'm not a magnet for the rich and famous. The on-purpose list includes: Gerald and Betty Ford, George and Barbara Bush, Dan Quayle, Walter Mondale, Howard Dean, Jesse Jackson, Robert Ballard, and Maya Angelou. And perhaps the most bizarre- Colonel Sanders.
So who have you seen in person?
Sunday, February 08, 2004
At the Gay Man's Sex Expo, I decided to get vaccinated for Hepatitis A and B, which are apparently becoming more prevalent here in Tucson. The 20 minute HIV test results were ready by the time I had been poked by three needles- negative. I did not attend the spanking workshop, although Jeffrey T. and Jeffrey S. said it was "interesting."
Afterwards, Mark Q. and I went out to Gates Pass and walked out onto the nearby mountain. I met Mark back in September, another cute redhead, and he called me out of the blue last week. Kevin had mentioned my name. His sense of humor is as goofy as mine (he'll protest, saying mine is goofier, when it is actually just more juvenile).
Mark Q., half in shadow.
As usual I focused on details, the lichen covering rocks, the water-fattened saguarro.
Lichen.
Saguaro.
We scrambled off the rocks as the sun went down, our conversation rambling from one topic to another.
Sunset.
Afterwards we had middle eastern food at Ali Babas and came back to my place, where he was impressed by the linoleum art. It ended up being a really nice time and I'm sitting here wishing, in a pleasant way, that more Saturdays were like that.
Afterwards, Mark Q. and I went out to Gates Pass and walked out onto the nearby mountain. I met Mark back in September, another cute redhead, and he called me out of the blue last week. Kevin had mentioned my name. His sense of humor is as goofy as mine (he'll protest, saying mine is goofier, when it is actually just more juvenile).
Mark Q., half in shadow.
As usual I focused on details, the lichen covering rocks, the water-fattened saguarro.
Lichen.
Saguaro.
We scrambled off the rocks as the sun went down, our conversation rambling from one topic to another.
Sunset.
Afterwards we had middle eastern food at Ali Babas and came back to my place, where he was impressed by the linoleum art. It ended up being a really nice time and I'm sitting here wishing, in a pleasant way, that more Saturdays were like that.
Friday, February 06, 2004
Letter to editor. The letter I wrote last week showed up in the Tucson Citizen, our conservative newspaper today. I'll be getting some hate mail soon- religious tracts, or maybe a letter from a fake address telling me I'm a pathetic shithead. It is so easy to rile up conservatives.
I've been thinking about the woman who told me she was voting for Bush again. The backstory is that this woman is white and and is married to a black guy. Until 1959 this sort of marriage was illegal in Arizona. According to Arizona law, a "white" person (of European or Mexican background) could not marry a black, Asian, or Native American. The ACLU finally filed suit and when it was apparent the law would be thrown out the state legislature caved in and sacked the miscegenation laws.
The gay marriage issue is on the same track, but this time around the Republicans are pushing for a constitutional amendment and George W. Bush is backing them. Anyone who supports him is supporting his policies. If the woman wants to vote for Bush, go ahead. But she shouldn't expect me to be her friend anymore. I'm not looking forward to being a second class citizen.
I've been thinking about the woman who told me she was voting for Bush again. The backstory is that this woman is white and and is married to a black guy. Until 1959 this sort of marriage was illegal in Arizona. According to Arizona law, a "white" person (of European or Mexican background) could not marry a black, Asian, or Native American. The ACLU finally filed suit and when it was apparent the law would be thrown out the state legislature caved in and sacked the miscegenation laws.
The gay marriage issue is on the same track, but this time around the Republicans are pushing for a constitutional amendment and George W. Bush is backing them. Anyone who supports him is supporting his policies. If the woman wants to vote for Bush, go ahead. But she shouldn't expect me to be her friend anymore. I'm not looking forward to being a second class citizen.
Thursday, February 05, 2004
Newcomers. I added a few new blogs that I've been reading. Cosmic Goober is a guy living in Denmark- look at his branding pics in the November archives. Ouch! Not something I would do- although cat-induced scars almost count. Looking for Sam is another Tucson blogger with a mystery he is trying to solve. Homo-lame-o relates stories of life in southern California. Lastly, I like Mr. Happy Sad's use of images.
I shouldn't climb back in bed in the morning after I have had insomnia. I typically have bizarre, scary dreams. This morning I dreamt of nice Grandma. I was at her house playing cards with a bunch of relatives and there she was, putting her coat on and heading outdoors. I asked her where she was going and she hurried out. I realized that she was running away, but my mother caught her and she came back inside.
Grandma died six years ago and I sometimes really miss her. She was a hard person to understand, kept her emotions well hidden. But every time I went back to Michigan I would stop and spend a few days with her. We would do the things she liked to do- go to Salvation Army to look for bargains, have lunch at the FlapJackShack, watch Wheel of Fortune. We didn't agree politically- she was an ardent Republican. But I blame that on the horrid newspaper and television stations she had access too. Grandma helped me out financially three times when I really needed help, and for that I guess I can excuse her politics. [Side note- it was shocking to see how many awful Republican fund raising letters she would get every day- from scum like Oliver North. One time I returned out to Jessie Helms suggesting in quite colorful terms where the envelope belonged].
It was nice to see Grandma in my dream. I wouldn't mind if she showed up there more often.
Grandma died six years ago and I sometimes really miss her. She was a hard person to understand, kept her emotions well hidden. But every time I went back to Michigan I would stop and spend a few days with her. We would do the things she liked to do- go to Salvation Army to look for bargains, have lunch at the FlapJackShack, watch Wheel of Fortune. We didn't agree politically- she was an ardent Republican. But I blame that on the horrid newspaper and television stations she had access too. Grandma helped me out financially three times when I really needed help, and for that I guess I can excuse her politics. [Side note- it was shocking to see how many awful Republican fund raising letters she would get every day- from scum like Oliver North. One time I returned out to Jessie Helms suggesting in quite colorful terms where the envelope belonged].
It was nice to see Grandma in my dream. I wouldn't mind if she showed up there more often.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Driving north on Mission you can see that the Catalina Mountains are covered in snow, with fat clouds clutching at the highest peaks. I wish I had my camera because the shadows and the purple hue is amazing. I'm guessing though that the camera wouldn't catch that very well, so I am content to memorize the scene instead. On my left, to the west, is a forest of saguaros, a few tick-tacky houses interspersed. On the right is the hell of mobile homes and palm trees, plunked down on the floodplain of the now-dry Santa Cruz River. I wonder what will happen when the next 500 year flood comes. Will the mobile homes wash away, taking with them the collections of plates and crystal figurines elaborately described in the Parade magazine each Sunday?
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
And I'm voting for him again. She said. What do you say when a friend tells you she voted for George Bush? It makes me feel very strange. Bush's buddies would look at me and view me as a perverted queer (only if you ask nicely) and someone doomed to burn in hell (yeah, whatever). And because of Bush's tax cutting mania, the particular place this woman works has lost one third of its staff positions in the last two years. She is moving on to a new job soon and it is unlikely that her position will be filled. So I don't get it. It is right up there with the whole idea of infinity and what was there before the Big Bang.
My friend Mike came over to look at the guest house and will probably move in. He's a super guy and it would be nice to have him in there.
What else? Rupaul sent me an email recently, thanking me for a note I wrote him. I think he is the coolest.
I think the Janet Tit incident is pretty stupid. Hmm, Janet's WMD (Woman's Mammary Displayed) needs to be instantly investigated, according to the head of the FCC, whose children had to sit through Hard-On adds only to see a BOOB. Yes, this investigation will get to the bottom of that horrifying terrorist incident! Meanwhile, Georgie, after months of controversy, has decided that maybe we should stop stalling and find someone to blame for his missing WMDs. Stupid fuck.
My friend Mike came over to look at the guest house and will probably move in. He's a super guy and it would be nice to have him in there.
What else? Rupaul sent me an email recently, thanking me for a note I wrote him. I think he is the coolest.
I think the Janet Tit incident is pretty stupid. Hmm, Janet's WMD (Woman's Mammary Displayed) needs to be instantly investigated, according to the head of the FCC, whose children had to sit through Hard-On adds only to see a BOOB. Yes, this investigation will get to the bottom of that horrifying terrorist incident! Meanwhile, Georgie, after months of controversy, has decided that maybe we should stop stalling and find someone to blame for his missing WMDs. Stupid fuck.
Monday, February 02, 2004
Taxes and election and Janet. Theresa, my cute Korean H & R. Block tax person, finished my tax returns and I promptly signed them. All of the money will go to pay off my credit cards. Tomorrow is primary day and I'm voting for Dean. I just plain like him and the fact that he was courageous to sign the civil union legislation in Vermont makes him pretty heroic in my eyes.
I didn't watch the Stupor Bowl so I missed seeing Janet's teat. Yawn. Who fucking cares. I wished I was interested in keeping abreast of this issue, but I'm not interested in hyped controversies on the boob tube. I watched parts of two Queer Eye shows, and really wished those five guys would come help me out. I mean, I really need advice on exfoliation. And my wardrobe is pretty lame- in case you didn't know, people in Tucson, Arizona are not particularly interested in fashion. So I buy clothes at Old Navy that are comfortable. And I don't have many dress up duds. Help, Fab Five!
I didn't watch the Stupor Bowl so I missed seeing Janet's teat. Yawn. Who fucking cares. I wished I was interested in keeping abreast of this issue, but I'm not interested in hyped controversies on the boob tube. I watched parts of two Queer Eye shows, and really wished those five guys would come help me out. I mean, I really need advice on exfoliation. And my wardrobe is pretty lame- in case you didn't know, people in Tucson, Arizona are not particularly interested in fashion. So I buy clothes at Old Navy that are comfortable. And I don't have many dress up duds. Help, Fab Five!
Sunday, February 01, 2004
24 Hours. I worked on my book, finding the Kingdon family in Illinois and Kansas. I stopped at the health food supermarket and sampled a disgusting healthy snack chip. At running charades my list- e-mail, spam, Viagra, Nigerian dictator, lower mortgage rates, teenage sluts, penis enlargement, enough- was decidedly difficult and no one caught on to the theme. Doug the tympanist was very cute and had a sexy demeanor. I invited him to my upcoming party. I developed a stomach ache, unfortunately.
This morning I read the New York Times and the Arizona Daily Star. I clipped a coupon that saved me three dollars. The neighbor kids asked if I would pay them to rake my yard. I agreed, and I'm guessing the $10 went to candy and popcorn at the movies. At Ace Hardware I bought flower seeds. At Queen Donut I treated myself to a lemon -filled and a huge Diet Pepsi. Then at the pet store I ooed and ahhed at the cute cats and puppies. I switched lines so that I was waited on by Ryan, the incredibly good looking clerk. I had a moment of lust. On the way back home, while driving down Oracle, I saw a prostitute sauntering up the street, looking for some business. I bet her last 24 hours was a lot different, and perhaps more interesting, than mine.
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This morning I read the New York Times and the Arizona Daily Star. I clipped a coupon that saved me three dollars. The neighbor kids asked if I would pay them to rake my yard. I agreed, and I'm guessing the $10 went to candy and popcorn at the movies. At Ace Hardware I bought flower seeds. At Queen Donut I treated myself to a lemon -filled and a huge Diet Pepsi. Then at the pet store I ooed and ahhed at the cute cats and puppies. I switched lines so that I was waited on by Ryan, the incredibly good looking clerk. I had a moment of lust. On the way back home, while driving down Oracle, I saw a prostitute sauntering up the street, looking for some business. I bet her last 24 hours was a lot different, and perhaps more interesting, than mine.
