I dont have a lot of time to post here, but I wanted to get something down for today. I spent most of the day at George's playing D&D. The group ran into several creatures, one of which was a huge bear, with some kinda dragon scales and dragon wings on it and it had fire breath. It was a half dragon (why a dragon would mate with a bear is something we all probably thought of. And HOW is an even better question, but I'm not gonna be the guy to question the man in charge. Just go with it).
SO my gay Elvin swashbuckler swooped down behind it (yes I DO have wings...its' best not to ask about that either), and attacked it, and did some nice slicing damage with my rapier. Unfortunately, then the bear's turn came. He hit me with one big paw...then smacked me with the other big paw, and since he now had me in his paws, he bit me and took a chunk outta me. But then, oh then, he got friendly, and pulled me into this bear hug...and squashed me. Killed me, he did. Killed me dead. We didn't go into too much detail, but I imagine he broke my spine, cracked my skull, smooshed all my internal organs into a liquid mush, and squeezed all that any available orafice. (yeah, it was THAT bad)
At tha games end, though, they resurrected me. Yep, when your at the levels we're at, death aint nothing but a bit of pain. A minor inconvience. SO when we start playing next game, i'll be back, none the worse for wear...although, hopefully I'll be little more respectful of half dragon grizzly bears, should I met one again.
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Also, yesterday at work, (shhhh, dont say anything to the boss), I figured out how to put links in my blog. They're over there on the left. I found out that some templates come with the links already there, but, naturally, I chose a template that didn't include them. So I had to add them. And after trying a few times, I finally got it. Whooo-hooo! Expect the links to increase, as I find other cool stuff to link too.
POLT
My sexual preference is often.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Saturday, July 30, 2005
300 bars and running...
WHOO-HOOO! Just passed the 300 visitor mark! And it's only been 8 days since we reached 200. Thanks guys! It does my heart good to know somebodys reading the crap I'm writing. I'll try to post less crap, and just keep the fun and interesting stuff.
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Chris wrote three more comments! He's now is second place in the commentors competition, but a distant second behind Johnnie. Anyway, he writes:
The restaurant is actually named "Cafe Del Sol" and it has become very popular in the past year or so that it has been in Greencastle. The food is always great, but yes the restaurant does get kind of crowded at times. For the longest time they had advertised help wanted signs in the window so service has not always been the greatest. However, the cuisine is to die for. Glad you enjoyed it.
It seems everyone that goes there enjoys it, so if there's any readers here who can go to it, and havent, you outta try it.
Polt, man you are such a Slug! I mean I have problems hitting the snooze alarm too many times every day, but seriously does someone need to come over there and kick you out of bed every morning? :)
You sound surprised that I'm a slug. Frankly, I'm surprised at your surprise. And if you're offering to come kick me outta bed, I might take you up on that. I would, of course, prefer a lil Asian twinkie with a hairthing...but if you're offering, hey, beggars can't be choosers, ya know?
Argh! I'm having flashbacks from all those days of playing "Road to the White House".
SIGH....yeah, they were good times. And that map DID look kinda similar, didn't it. Oh by the way, just so everyone knows, Johnnie called me Friday night. It seems he has shown his ex-girlfriend (the one that i REALLY like) how to play Road To The White House, and they were playing it for the first time....and she was KICKING his ASS! hehehehehehehe......
Karma's a bitch, aint it John?
POLT
Most marriages are living with someone you don't particularly care about, but who makes it impossible for you to meet someone you might care about. - My First Date
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Chris wrote three more comments! He's now is second place in the commentors competition, but a distant second behind Johnnie. Anyway, he writes:
The restaurant is actually named "Cafe Del Sol" and it has become very popular in the past year or so that it has been in Greencastle. The food is always great, but yes the restaurant does get kind of crowded at times. For the longest time they had advertised help wanted signs in the window so service has not always been the greatest. However, the cuisine is to die for. Glad you enjoyed it.
It seems everyone that goes there enjoys it, so if there's any readers here who can go to it, and havent, you outta try it.
Polt, man you are such a Slug! I mean I have problems hitting the snooze alarm too many times every day, but seriously does someone need to come over there and kick you out of bed every morning? :)
You sound surprised that I'm a slug. Frankly, I'm surprised at your surprise. And if you're offering to come kick me outta bed, I might take you up on that. I would, of course, prefer a lil Asian twinkie with a hairthing...but if you're offering, hey, beggars can't be choosers, ya know?
Argh! I'm having flashbacks from all those days of playing "Road to the White House".
SIGH....yeah, they were good times. And that map DID look kinda similar, didn't it. Oh by the way, just so everyone knows, Johnnie called me Friday night. It seems he has shown his ex-girlfriend (the one that i REALLY like) how to play Road To The White House, and they were playing it for the first time....and she was KICKING his ASS! hehehehehehehe......
Karma's a bitch, aint it John?
POLT
Most marriages are living with someone you don't particularly care about, but who makes it impossible for you to meet someone you might care about. - My First Date
Why must I, chase the cat...
I was going to post about some other things, but then this happened, and I HAD to post about it.
I was given the duties of checking on Maury's cats again. Even though I really hate cats, Maury's a good friend, how could I say no? And it's not like I've got to pick them up or hold them or anything.
So after work, I stop by Muary's house, and this time I had no trouble with unlocking the door, nor shutting off the alarm. Having done that, I turned on the stairs light and up I went. I got to the first bedroom door. The last time I did this, the black cat, named Obi, was right by the door, ready to run out and make good his escape, but we (and by we, I mean Ag) prevented it. SO this time, i just opended the door a crack, expect Obi to be there. But nope, no sign of him. SO I called for him, and didn't see anything. I opened the door took a step in and called again. And then ZOOM! out of the bathroom, across the room, through my legs and out the door he went. I turned and saw nothing but cat tail and ass making its way down the steps.
Swearing slightly, I went to retrieve him. I reached the landing on hte steps, and at the bottom of them, stood Obi. he was looking up at me, and I could just tell he was laughing at me...damn cats, I hate them. SO I called to him; asked him nicely to come back upstairs; told him I had just seen a fat lazy mouse walk across the hallway; explained that I thought there was a sweet piece of fish in the bedroom...all to no avail. THe cat didn't believe me..stupid cur. It just stood at the bottom of the stairs and stared at me, every so often, opening its mouth and making a noise. It wasn't a purr, and it wasnt a hiss...I dont know how else to describe it but to say it sounded like laughter...damn furball.
I called Obi's name in a rather horrid falsetto, that I'm certain would frighten small children and dogs...but to which Obi responded. Well, sorta. He wanted me to THINK he was responding to it, and he came up to the step below the one I was standing on, and walked back and forth, allowing to think he would follow me on up the steps..but OH NO! he had other plans. I got to the top of the steps, called for him...and he took off down the steps again and around the corner.
I've got proof of this. First one is Obi and the bottom of the stairs, second is him at my feet on the stairs:
I was given the duties of checking on Maury's cats again. Even though I really hate cats, Maury's a good friend, how could I say no? And it's not like I've got to pick them up or hold them or anything.
So after work, I stop by Muary's house, and this time I had no trouble with unlocking the door, nor shutting off the alarm. Having done that, I turned on the stairs light and up I went. I got to the first bedroom door. The last time I did this, the black cat, named Obi, was right by the door, ready to run out and make good his escape, but we (and by we, I mean Ag) prevented it. SO this time, i just opended the door a crack, expect Obi to be there. But nope, no sign of him. SO I called for him, and didn't see anything. I opened the door took a step in and called again. And then ZOOM! out of the bathroom, across the room, through my legs and out the door he went. I turned and saw nothing but cat tail and ass making its way down the steps.
Swearing slightly, I went to retrieve him. I reached the landing on hte steps, and at the bottom of them, stood Obi. he was looking up at me, and I could just tell he was laughing at me...damn cats, I hate them. SO I called to him; asked him nicely to come back upstairs; told him I had just seen a fat lazy mouse walk across the hallway; explained that I thought there was a sweet piece of fish in the bedroom...all to no avail. THe cat didn't believe me..stupid cur. It just stood at the bottom of the stairs and stared at me, every so often, opening its mouth and making a noise. It wasn't a purr, and it wasnt a hiss...I dont know how else to describe it but to say it sounded like laughter...damn furball.
I called Obi's name in a rather horrid falsetto, that I'm certain would frighten small children and dogs...but to which Obi responded. Well, sorta. He wanted me to THINK he was responding to it, and he came up to the step below the one I was standing on, and walked back and forth, allowing to think he would follow me on up the steps..but OH NO! he had other plans. I got to the top of the steps, called for him...and he took off down the steps again and around the corner.
I've got proof of this. First one is Obi and the bottom of the stairs, second is him at my feet on the stairs:
Damn cat......anyway, I had to go down the steps after him. And as I start down, he took off, downt he stairs and into the dining room. I swore at him, and at every cat I had ever known, and got downstairs. As I got into the dining room, I saw him darting into the kitchen. So when I got there, I saw him going around the sofa into the living room area. It wasn't so much me chasing him as it was him leading me and me following. I wasn't running after him, I kept just trying to stop him so I couple.....>ick< pick him up and carry him back upstairs. BUt when I got around the sofa, thinking I had him cornered, he ran up on the sofa, over it and back out into the hallway. When i got back out towards the stairs, I saw him going back into the dining room. I had seen enough cartoons as a kid to know this is NOT the way to catch a cat.
I went back up to the landing on the stairs and called him. He didn't respond. I even tried the flasetto again...nope no go. So then I thought, well, my dog comes when I call her this way so I tried it. Calling Obi enthusiastically and clapping my hands and stuff. And, damn, if the cat didnt come out of the dining room and start up the stairs. So i got him back upstairs, but he hesitated at going back in the bedroom. I thought I might have to pick him up, but didn't want to, so I went into the bedroom, and called him that way. And he came to the doorway, where i just kinda put my hand on the back of his head and while scratching there, i kinda pushed him into the room with me and shut the door.
Having that under control now, I went into the attached bathroom and checked the food and water, which were both sufficient. WHen i went back into the bedroom, I didn't see Obi anywhere. I opened the door, figuring he was hiding under the bed or something.
Laying onthe bed, were some pillows and what I thought were stuffed animals. I never paid much attention to them, as they didn't concern me. But as I opened the door, somethign big ball of fluff, that was actually another cat, jumped off the bed onto the floor. Oh I screamed like a little girl! I mean, I hadn't seen the other cat the last time, and i didn't see it this time, and I thought...well, I don't know what I thought, but I know it scared me out of a year's worth of life. I think I scared it with my scream, cause when it hit the floor, it didn't move and just stared at me, unmoving until I went out and shut the door.
And that was just thr first room.
I went to the next door, and when I opened it, there was a cat on the floor in front of the door, jsut kinda sitting there. i told him he couldn't come out, he needed to move back, and, much to my shock, he did. He walked back to the bed, walked a small circle and then sat there, watching me. The other cat, on the bed, looked up at me, and just stared, the eyes of Satan looking back at me. I know, you're gonna say, 'Oh Polt, you exaggerate." But I got proof of that too! 
You can practically see the brimstone coming out its nostrils, can't ya? Anyway, I talked to them both, telling them they can stay there while I check the food and water. That's when the one on the floor hissed at me, in its demon voice. I just ignored it and went into the bathroom and checked the food and water. Next to the door was a counter of some sort, and when I turned to leave, the one that had been on the floor was sitting on the counter...yet i had not heard it enter the room or jump on the counter. DEMON SPAWN I TELL YOU! Anyway, I said something to it about being sneaky or what have you, and it cut me off with another hiss. It hissed at me three times. I was afraid to go passed it. i jsut KNEW it was thinking about jumping up and landing on my face and digging its claws into my eyes, or cheeks or something. So I managed to get out of the bathroom and out into the hallway without incident...although, had the cat on the bed starting rotating its head in a 360 degree circle and spouting Latin while puking pea soup, I would NOT have been surprised.
I didn't have any issues with setting the alarm or locking up...again, a good thing. but I've got to go back Monday to check on them again...and this time...I'm taking AG with me! If for no other reason that she'll be another target for their attacks instead of me alone.
POLT
Keep drinking honey. I like you better drunk than sober. - Burgess Meredith, Madame X
Friday, July 29, 2005
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do...
I've read this elsewhere in slightly different form, but this version is still right on the mark!
Letter to George.W about Homosexuality etc
Dear President Bush,
Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law.I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some other elements of God's Laws and how to follow them.
1. Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?
2. I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?
3. I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanness - Lev.15: 19-24. The problem is how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.
4. When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is, my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?
5. I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2. clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself, or should I ask the police to do it?
6. A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this? Are there 'degrees' of abomination?
7. Lev.21:20 states that I may ! not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle-room here?
8. Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though Lev. 19 expressly forbids this: 27. How should they die?
9. I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?
10. My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev.19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair, like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)
I know you have studied these things extensively and thus enjoy considerable expertise in such matters, so I am confident you can help.Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.
Sarcastic? yes. But it still makes a very good point.
POLT
It's alright letting yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back. - Mick Jagger
Letter to George.W about Homosexuality etc
Dear President Bush,
Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law.I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some other elements of God's Laws and how to follow them.
1. Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?
2. I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?
3. I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanness - Lev.15: 19-24. The problem is how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.
4. When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is, my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?
5. I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2. clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself, or should I ask the police to do it?
6. A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this? Are there 'degrees' of abomination?
7. Lev.21:20 states that I may ! not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle-room here?
8. Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though Lev. 19 expressly forbids this: 27. How should they die?
9. I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?
10. My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev.19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair, like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)
I know you have studied these things extensively and thus enjoy considerable expertise in such matters, so I am confident you can help.Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.
Sarcastic? yes. But it still makes a very good point.
POLT
It's alright letting yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back. - Mick Jagger
I wish I didn't have a roving eye...
In case anyone has been watching too much infotainment and not real news, here is a nicely written summary. I dont recall who's blog I got this from, but the credit all belongs to them.
Hopefully most of you have been paying attention to the downfall of Bush's brain, Karl Rove. This human shell of pure evil has spear-headed the Bush campaigns and carefully crafted his political agenda. Apparently Rove was recognized by the G.O.P. at an early age for his thirst for power, lack of ethics, and his unparalleled ability to launch smear campaigns. This time instead of being behind the scenes, Rove is in the middle of what can only be described as a shit storm in the White House. In his attempt to seek retribution against Joseph Wilson for writing in the New York Times that Niger was not selling yellow cake uranium to Iraq (an example given by Bush in his State of the Union that Iraq was seeking WMD), he leaked that Wilson's wife was a C.I.A. officer. This type of act, to leak the name of a C.I.A. officer, has been described by George H.W. Bush as treasonous. The right wing spin machine is in full affect right now. They are trying to question Joseph Wilson's credibility, they are claiming that democrats are politicizing what is an ongoing investigation, and they are saying that Rove never mentioned her by name, but only as Joseph Wilson's wife. Then there is the whole issue of whether what he did was a crime because it is being debated whether or not she was truly undercover. This is so typical of the right wing, as the facts stack up they deny it even more and employ their smear and fear tactics. This is not just about Karl Rove, this is about lying us into an illegal war in Iraq and trying to cover it up.
The facts are clear:
1) Iraq had NO Weapons of Mass Destruction.
2) Joseph Wilson visited Niger and concluded that they were not selling Iraq yellow cake uranium.
3) Karl Rove was Matthew Cooper's source for the Times article he wrote.
4) Karl Rove has testified in front of the grand jury investigating this matter THREE times.
5) Scott McClellan in the past, speaking on behalf of the White House, said that Karl Rove was NOT involved in the leak. A BLATANT LIE.
6) President Bush said he would fire the person or persons responsible for the leak. Now he has back peddled and said he would only fire those who performed illegal acts.
It is truly obvious now that the White House has a serious credibility problem and that Mr. Rove is no longer bullet proof. Even if Valerie Wilson a.k.a. Valeria Plame did not fit the legal definition of undercover, this type of information should not be leaked by the highest office of the land to the press in order to commit character assasination like Mr. Rove tried to do. There is also the possibility that Mr. Rove committed perjury before the grand jury and if that's the case, I'm sure the G.O.P. will be saying that's not a big deal. Of course it was when you were accusing Clinton of it.
Couldnt have said it better myself.
POLT
In the video game of life, this is a whole new LEVEL of bad! - Jimmy Olsen, Harley Quinn # 18
Hopefully most of you have been paying attention to the downfall of Bush's brain, Karl Rove. This human shell of pure evil has spear-headed the Bush campaigns and carefully crafted his political agenda. Apparently Rove was recognized by the G.O.P. at an early age for his thirst for power, lack of ethics, and his unparalleled ability to launch smear campaigns. This time instead of being behind the scenes, Rove is in the middle of what can only be described as a shit storm in the White House. In his attempt to seek retribution against Joseph Wilson for writing in the New York Times that Niger was not selling yellow cake uranium to Iraq (an example given by Bush in his State of the Union that Iraq was seeking WMD), he leaked that Wilson's wife was a C.I.A. officer. This type of act, to leak the name of a C.I.A. officer, has been described by George H.W. Bush as treasonous. The right wing spin machine is in full affect right now. They are trying to question Joseph Wilson's credibility, they are claiming that democrats are politicizing what is an ongoing investigation, and they are saying that Rove never mentioned her by name, but only as Joseph Wilson's wife. Then there is the whole issue of whether what he did was a crime because it is being debated whether or not she was truly undercover. This is so typical of the right wing, as the facts stack up they deny it even more and employ their smear and fear tactics. This is not just about Karl Rove, this is about lying us into an illegal war in Iraq and trying to cover it up.
The facts are clear:
1) Iraq had NO Weapons of Mass Destruction.
2) Joseph Wilson visited Niger and concluded that they were not selling Iraq yellow cake uranium.
3) Karl Rove was Matthew Cooper's source for the Times article he wrote.
4) Karl Rove has testified in front of the grand jury investigating this matter THREE times.
5) Scott McClellan in the past, speaking on behalf of the White House, said that Karl Rove was NOT involved in the leak. A BLATANT LIE.
6) President Bush said he would fire the person or persons responsible for the leak. Now he has back peddled and said he would only fire those who performed illegal acts.
It is truly obvious now that the White House has a serious credibility problem and that Mr. Rove is no longer bullet proof. Even if Valerie Wilson a.k.a. Valeria Plame did not fit the legal definition of undercover, this type of information should not be leaked by the highest office of the land to the press in order to commit character assasination like Mr. Rove tried to do. There is also the possibility that Mr. Rove committed perjury before the grand jury and if that's the case, I'm sure the G.O.P. will be saying that's not a big deal. Of course it was when you were accusing Clinton of it.
Couldnt have said it better myself.
POLT
In the video game of life, this is a whole new LEVEL of bad! - Jimmy Olsen, Harley Quinn # 18
Kept boy, I'll keep you forever...
Last night was the next to the last episode of Kept on VH1. I told myself I wasn't gonna get involved in this series, but when the first one had all the guys in Speedos, swimming across the Thames (Speedos, definate attention grabber; swimming Thames...eh, not so much), well I was hooked. And now its just down to two:
Austen:
And Seth:
I dont really know how Seth has lasted so long. I mean, he's not much to look at, and he is kinda rough around the edges...uncultured, if you will. He has a great sense of humor, apparently, but humor can only take one so far, I would think. Austen isn't a ball of fire either, seeming quite shy in the spotlight and crowds. But at least, he looks good, he's a aproper bit of eye candy. I've been pulling for Austen since it began, cause he was always the cutest (in my opinion) so to find him in the final two, is not much of a surprise. but Seth...geez, he must have made a deal with the devil to still be there.
I'm just glad she got rid of Anwar this week. I did kinda like him at one point, but as it went on, he so obviously was fronting around Jerry all the time, it got sickening.
Anyway, the final episode is next Thursday, at 900 on Vh1, if anyone cares to watch. And I can't believe I just wasted a whole post talking about this....
POLT
If it be a sin to love a lovely lad, oh, then sin I. - Richard Bornfield
Austen:
And Seth:
I dont really know how Seth has lasted so long. I mean, he's not much to look at, and he is kinda rough around the edges...uncultured, if you will. He has a great sense of humor, apparently, but humor can only take one so far, I would think. Austen isn't a ball of fire either, seeming quite shy in the spotlight and crowds. But at least, he looks good, he's a aproper bit of eye candy. I've been pulling for Austen since it began, cause he was always the cutest (in my opinion) so to find him in the final two, is not much of a surprise. but Seth...geez, he must have made a deal with the devil to still be there.
I'm just glad she got rid of Anwar this week. I did kinda like him at one point, but as it went on, he so obviously was fronting around Jerry all the time, it got sickening.
Anyway, the final episode is next Thursday, at 900 on Vh1, if anyone cares to watch. And I can't believe I just wasted a whole post talking about this....
POLT
If it be a sin to love a lovely lad, oh, then sin I. - Richard Bornfield
Sing, sing a song, sing it loud, sing it strong...
Just some lyrics I found:
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and gay!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me today!
- West Side Story
Flintstones, meet the Flintstones,
They're a modern stoneage family.
From the, town of Bedrock, They're a page right out of history.
Let's ride, with the family down the street,
Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet.
When you're, with the Flintstones,
Have a yabba dabba doo time,
A dabba doo time,
You'll have a gay old time!
-Flintstones theme
Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
See the blazing Yule before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the harp and join the chorus.
- Deck The Halls (this has to be THE gayest Christmas song...gay apparel, trolling, blazing, etc)
Let it sing like a nightingale in may, keep it gay
Keep it free or you'll frighten it away!
Take it easy and enjoy it, while you take it
Keep it gay, keep it gay, keep it gay!
–Perry Como (do ya think ole Perry Como knew what he was singing about? I bet whoever wrote this for him was a Friend Of Dorothy himself. God, these lyrics are hilarious: Take it easy and enjoy it, while you take it! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!)
POLT
I'm tough, ambitious, and lnow exactly what I want. If that makes me a bitch - okay. - Madonna
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and gay!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me today!
- West Side Story
Flintstones, meet the Flintstones,
They're a modern stoneage family.
From the, town of Bedrock, They're a page right out of history.
Let's ride, with the family down the street,
Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet.
When you're, with the Flintstones,
Have a yabba dabba doo time,
A dabba doo time,
You'll have a gay old time!
-Flintstones theme
Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
See the blazing Yule before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the harp and join the chorus.
- Deck The Halls (this has to be THE gayest Christmas song...gay apparel, trolling, blazing, etc)
Let it sing like a nightingale in may, keep it gay
Keep it free or you'll frighten it away!
Take it easy and enjoy it, while you take it
Keep it gay, keep it gay, keep it gay!
–Perry Como (do ya think ole Perry Como knew what he was singing about? I bet whoever wrote this for him was a Friend Of Dorothy himself. God, these lyrics are hilarious: Take it easy and enjoy it, while you take it! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!)
POLT
I'm tough, ambitious, and lnow exactly what I want. If that makes me a bitch - okay. - Madonna
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Yo dont got no wins in mi casa...
After work today, I stopped by Food Lion and picked up stuff to make pasta. I thought since Ag was off work, I'd call her. She didn't want to do pasta at my place, but she said, "How about if I take you out to Casa Del Sol?" This is an Italian resturant in Greencastle. I had never been there. But previously a Mexican restuarant had been there and i went once with Chris. I was not impressed. I didn't think I'd be impressed again, and didn't really want to go to Greencastle, as I was tired, and I had just bought this stuff. But then I thought, oh hell, I don't really feel like cooking, and she and I haven't done anything in a while, and she IS offering to treat, so, really, who am I to turn down a free meal? Free food? Bring it on! So i said yes.
We got there, and the place was quite busy, which was a surprise to me, as the Mexican place wasn't. I ordered linguini with meatballs in a bolognese sauce. WHen they brought it my GOD it was huge! I mean, I must have had an entire field of pasta! (Pasta does grow in fields, right? Maybe I had an entire orchard of pasta? whatever) And the three meatballs were the size of cueballs! I mean, there was no WAY I was gonna eat all of that without rupturing an intestine somewhere. And that didn't include the salad and garlic bread. But guess what? I DID eat it all. All of it...linguini, meatballs, bread, pasta....even had room for two of the cheese sticks we ordered as an appetizer.
But afterwards...oh God afterwards...I was in pain. I ate so much it hurt. I HATE when that happens. Ag, on the way home, burped, which I was SO envious of! I know I would have felt better if only i could have burped. A burp them would have felt nearly orgasmic. I wanted to belch more than I wanted to orgasm, that's how bad it was! And i did so (burp that is) on the way home, and felt a bit better. And I felt better as the night went along. but MAN, i've done that before and I hate it! I feel so stupid. If i didn't eat so fast, I'd know i was full before I was full to bursting! But no, I insist on eating like a starving jackel on the Sarengeti! howl!
POLT
I once knew a guy who could tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. I was afraid to let him blow me. - Emmett, Queer As Folk
We got there, and the place was quite busy, which was a surprise to me, as the Mexican place wasn't. I ordered linguini with meatballs in a bolognese sauce. WHen they brought it my GOD it was huge! I mean, I must have had an entire field of pasta! (Pasta does grow in fields, right? Maybe I had an entire orchard of pasta? whatever) And the three meatballs were the size of cueballs! I mean, there was no WAY I was gonna eat all of that without rupturing an intestine somewhere. And that didn't include the salad and garlic bread. But guess what? I DID eat it all. All of it...linguini, meatballs, bread, pasta....even had room for two of the cheese sticks we ordered as an appetizer.
But afterwards...oh God afterwards...I was in pain. I ate so much it hurt. I HATE when that happens. Ag, on the way home, burped, which I was SO envious of! I know I would have felt better if only i could have burped. A burp them would have felt nearly orgasmic. I wanted to belch more than I wanted to orgasm, that's how bad it was! And i did so (burp that is) on the way home, and felt a bit better. And I felt better as the night went along. but MAN, i've done that before and I hate it! I feel so stupid. If i didn't eat so fast, I'd know i was full before I was full to bursting! But no, I insist on eating like a starving jackel on the Sarengeti! howl!
POLT
I once knew a guy who could tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. I was afraid to let him blow me. - Emmett, Queer As Folk
Every morning there's a halo hanging...
Every morning, since I commute with someone, I set my alarm for 600 am. That give me time, in theory, to get up, shower, eat some breakfast and get to work on time (it doesnt start until 800, but she likes to be there early, so usually we end up there about 740 or so).
This particular morning, which isn't really that unusual from most, went something like this.
Alarm goes off at 600. I dont feel like getting up (Not-A-Morning-Person was created for me), so I reset the alarm for 630, and go back to bed. Dont really go to sleep, but kinda drift in and out. And then the alarm goes off again. Don't feel like getting up then either. SO I tell myself I'll just skip breakfast and grab a donut or something at Sheetz when I'm buying the paper, and I reset the alarm for 645. (I need to pick up my coworker about 710.)
She then called me about 635, to say she needed to drive seperately as she was leaving work early. Okay. Well instead of getting up and getting started, I reset the alarm for 700, figuring I dont have to be there until 800 if I'm going by myself, and i could then have breakfast at home. When the alarm went off, I still didn't want to get up so i reset the alarm for 715, figuring that still gave me enough time to get ready and grab a donut at Sheetz. And when it went off at 715, I though, screw it, I'm just gonna go in late and work late, so I set it for 800.
at 800, i got up, called in to tell them I'd work 9-5 instead of 8-4, and then, again, instead of staying up, i reset the alarm for 815 and went back to bed. FINALLY at 815 i did get up and on my way to work.
I really HATE doing that...almost every morning. Honestly I do. but I can't seem to make myself NOT do it. I'm just so weak sometimes.
POLT
I get through with you, boy, you gonna wish your daddy pulled out early. - Jesse Custer, Preacher # 13
This particular morning, which isn't really that unusual from most, went something like this.
Alarm goes off at 600. I dont feel like getting up (Not-A-Morning-Person was created for me), so I reset the alarm for 630, and go back to bed. Dont really go to sleep, but kinda drift in and out. And then the alarm goes off again. Don't feel like getting up then either. SO I tell myself I'll just skip breakfast and grab a donut or something at Sheetz when I'm buying the paper, and I reset the alarm for 645. (I need to pick up my coworker about 710.)
She then called me about 635, to say she needed to drive seperately as she was leaving work early. Okay. Well instead of getting up and getting started, I reset the alarm for 700, figuring I dont have to be there until 800 if I'm going by myself, and i could then have breakfast at home. When the alarm went off, I still didn't want to get up so i reset the alarm for 715, figuring that still gave me enough time to get ready and grab a donut at Sheetz. And when it went off at 715, I though, screw it, I'm just gonna go in late and work late, so I set it for 800.
at 800, i got up, called in to tell them I'd work 9-5 instead of 8-4, and then, again, instead of staying up, i reset the alarm for 815 and went back to bed. FINALLY at 815 i did get up and on my way to work.
I really HATE doing that...almost every morning. Honestly I do. but I can't seem to make myself NOT do it. I'm just so weak sometimes.
POLT
I get through with you, boy, you gonna wish your daddy pulled out early. - Jesse Custer, Preacher # 13
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Gonna take a sentimental journey...
Found the following maps right here.
This one show everywhere in the world I've been:
This one show everywhere in the world I've been:
This one is of the states I've been to:
And this one is of all the European countries I've been to:
I think it look pretty cool to see them laid out that way.
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Well, Uncle Polt once again read too much into a situation. I'm not upset at the way it ended, I'm just pissed that I let myself get all wrapped up into it and acting like such a silly fool. I know most of you will have no idea what I'm talking about, but just let me say, I have no need to go to Gettysburg now. And I need to thank Chris and Amie. You're support and patience were extremely helpful!
POLT
I can do anything I want Owen! I'm an eccentric! - Donald St. Clair, Rat Race
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
As long as its box office, as long as its a hit...
So over the weekend I watched a couple movies.
Quite an eclectic group, huh? I found Team America to be one of the funniest things I had seen in some time. Yeah, the humor was juvenile, and crude and even vulgar in parts, but c'mon that's what makes South Park so funny, and these are the same guys.
The Dawn of The Dead was quite a letdown. 28 Days Later is much better. DotD was just...too....Americanized. I mean, just like in every American 'action' flick there has to be mountains and mountains of bullets shot, and there has to be car chases, and gratuitous violence and gore. yeah, yeah, I know it IS a zombie movie, of COURSE there's gonna be gore...but a lot of it in this movie was just there for the sake of having it there. in 28 Days Later, we had character development and we could empathise with the survivors. In DofD, they introduce a bunch of charaters, gave them one personality and then killed them. Hell I don't even know some of their names. And i really didn't care about any of them (except the cute rookie security guard). I really reminded of me of the Posideon Adventure where we have a group of survivors get picked off one by one... all the way down to the male lead dying right before they all got away.
Kinsey, I'm not sure what to make of it. Not a bad biopic, I suppose, but it did drag in parts. I thought it best when it pointed out that the puritanical and repressive ways of the 30's, 40's and 50's weren't all the much removed from what's going on in AMerica today.
Constantine...looked real good. The storyline, okay, I think I understand it...but the look of the thing..from his apartment, to Gabriel and his wings, to the portrayal of Lucifer all looked very stylish and kept my interest. Constantine himself, and the plot itself, didn't really. Oh well, can't have it all.
POLT
His physical beauty was a weapon capable of spurring admirers into lapses of decorum. - Christopher Rice
Quite an eclectic group, huh? I found Team America to be one of the funniest things I had seen in some time. Yeah, the humor was juvenile, and crude and even vulgar in parts, but c'mon that's what makes South Park so funny, and these are the same guys.
The Dawn of The Dead was quite a letdown. 28 Days Later is much better. DotD was just...too....Americanized. I mean, just like in every American 'action' flick there has to be mountains and mountains of bullets shot, and there has to be car chases, and gratuitous violence and gore. yeah, yeah, I know it IS a zombie movie, of COURSE there's gonna be gore...but a lot of it in this movie was just there for the sake of having it there. in 28 Days Later, we had character development and we could empathise with the survivors. In DofD, they introduce a bunch of charaters, gave them one personality and then killed them. Hell I don't even know some of their names. And i really didn't care about any of them (except the cute rookie security guard). I really reminded of me of the Posideon Adventure where we have a group of survivors get picked off one by one... all the way down to the male lead dying right before they all got away.
Kinsey, I'm not sure what to make of it. Not a bad biopic, I suppose, but it did drag in parts. I thought it best when it pointed out that the puritanical and repressive ways of the 30's, 40's and 50's weren't all the much removed from what's going on in AMerica today.
Constantine...looked real good. The storyline, okay, I think I understand it...but the look of the thing..from his apartment, to Gabriel and his wings, to the portrayal of Lucifer all looked very stylish and kept my interest. Constantine himself, and the plot itself, didn't really. Oh well, can't have it all.
POLT
His physical beauty was a weapon capable of spurring admirers into lapses of decorum. - Christopher Rice
I hope you can s-p-e-l-l....
So i got more comments, both of these from "The Spelling Bee", each one on a different post:
Polt....
Just catching up. Get a new camera?
The Spelling Bee!
&
I think someone has a new camera........
the Spelling Bee!
No, I don't have a new camera, same one I've had for over two years. Unfortunately, Bee, I don't know who you are. i THINK I have an idea, but I'm not certain, so when/if you next check in, please gimme an idea who you are...assuming of course that I know you who are to to begin with.
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Also, just as an update, this is the status of the scanner:
Polt....
Just catching up. Get a new camera?
The Spelling Bee!
&
I think someone has a new camera........
the Spelling Bee!
No, I don't have a new camera, same one I've had for over two years. Unfortunately, Bee, I don't know who you are. i THINK I have an idea, but I'm not certain, so when/if you next check in, please gimme an idea who you are...assuming of course that I know you who are to to begin with.
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Also, just as an update, this is the status of the scanner:
Yes, that is the box, and if you'll notice, it's unopened. But it is a colorful box, isn't it?
POLT
Gambling isn't easy. If it was easy, they would call it winning. - Dan Savage, Skipping Towards Gomorrah
Monday, July 25, 2005
Groove to this mambo sound...
Below are two photos of my newest pet: Mambo. 
He was given to me by Freddie, whom most of you have heard about, but only a few have seen. So to rectify this situation, below, I give you Freddie.
He was given to me by Freddie, whom most of you have heard about, but only a few have seen. So to rectify this situation, below, I give you Freddie.
Mambo is his third name, and he is so named, because he smells like Mambo cologne. Mambo joins Barker leaning on my couch, so that, when the webcam is on, they are both in the background. Oh, wait, I should have a photo of Barker somewhere here...
Barker was given to me by Maury back when we both worked at Borders. (Barker's beads given by me...got them at 2005 Pride in DC). Actually, Maury got it cause I kept bugging and nagging and whining for him to buy him for me. I think Maury got him just cause he was sick of me always bringing it up. I'm not sure if I have a photo of ole Maury here anywhere or not...he's kinda camera shy...
There we go...knew I had one of him here somewhere. Plus, I'll have plenty of opportunities to get more when we go to Toronto the end of September.....heh, heh, heh.....
POLT
An eye for an eye just leaves everyone blind.
Week in, week out, these lucky charms...
Think I'll start a new weekly feature. Some of you will look forward to it, others will hate it and ignore it, others will treat it with the apathetic disinterest it probably deserves. Nonetheless, ladies and gentlemen I give you the first in a series:
Monday's Hot Shirtless Guy Photo
To my eternal regret, no I do NOT know the guys in these photos, nor am I the one who took them. But I'm damn glad I found them. I got about 2500 photos in this particular file I am drawing these from, so that gives me, what, somewhere around 50 years worth of photos? Plenty to choose from!
POLT
Demons are such drama queens. - Harley, Harley Quinn # 22
Monday's Hot Shirtless Guy Photo
To my eternal regret, no I do NOT know the guys in these photos, nor am I the one who took them. But I'm damn glad I found them. I got about 2500 photos in this particular file I am drawing these from, so that gives me, what, somewhere around 50 years worth of photos? Plenty to choose from!POLT
Demons are such drama queens. - Harley, Harley Quinn # 22
All left dying, rediscovered cords are broken...
So, this weekend, I bought an extension cord, that I'll need to use for the scanner, cause the pulg nearest the computer already looks like two octopi trying to mate....it's a mess. I just hope the extention cord doesn't get lost under a pile of dust before I get around to using it.
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I got two more comments. (I LOVE comments) Firstly, Mark writes:
Oh....was that a family member you were um...'overpowering' there?? Well, I guess that's sort of ok. I thought you had mutated into poultry guy (aka chicken hawk) again. Carry on......
Heheheh, yes it was a family member...sort of, but not really. Now, stay with me here: My mom has a brother, who has a son, who married this lady. Now this lady was previously married and had two sons. One of these sons is who I was....overpowering. SO while I am now related to his mother, by marriage, I'm not technically related to him at all. ....So does that make him available prey? (I am SO kidding everyone! Uncle Polt doesnt have many morals, true, but he DOES have a few!)
Your "Fairy God Father"(aka veal hawk)
Hehehe, Veal Hawk....gotta love it!
Also, Johnnie yet again (although I am not complaining), writes:
i'm the most prolific?! awesome. my life must be dwidling away to the size of a polt's-life. anyway, i found some1 that hates cats even more than you. u'll get a kick out of this: http://philadelphia.craigslist.org/about/best/bos/83591683.html
Oh, John, you can only HOPE that your life will become like mine. I dont think you have it in you to handle my life. You'd run screaming in mortal terror from my life. (course, I think most people would do that same, but that's beside the point)
Small word of warning:I haven't checked this site yet that he mentions, so I have no idea what's there. SO those of you with weak hearts, or closed narrow minds, or cats may wish to avoid the site altogether.
POLT
Cheating is often more efficient. - Seven Of Nine, Star Trek: Voyager
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I got two more comments. (I LOVE comments) Firstly, Mark writes:
Oh....was that a family member you were um...'overpowering' there?? Well, I guess that's sort of ok. I thought you had mutated into poultry guy (aka chicken hawk) again. Carry on......
Heheheh, yes it was a family member...sort of, but not really. Now, stay with me here: My mom has a brother, who has a son, who married this lady. Now this lady was previously married and had two sons. One of these sons is who I was....overpowering. SO while I am now related to his mother, by marriage, I'm not technically related to him at all. ....So does that make him available prey? (I am SO kidding everyone! Uncle Polt doesnt have many morals, true, but he DOES have a few!)
Your "Fairy God Father"(aka veal hawk)
Hehehe, Veal Hawk....gotta love it!
Also, Johnnie yet again (although I am not complaining), writes:
i'm the most prolific?! awesome. my life must be dwidling away to the size of a polt's-life. anyway, i found some1 that hates cats even more than you. u'll get a kick out of this: http://philadelphia.craigslist.org/about/best/bos/83591683.html
Oh, John, you can only HOPE that your life will become like mine. I dont think you have it in you to handle my life. You'd run screaming in mortal terror from my life. (course, I think most people would do that same, but that's beside the point)
Small word of warning:I haven't checked this site yet that he mentions, so I have no idea what's there. SO those of you with weak hearts, or closed narrow minds, or cats may wish to avoid the site altogether.
POLT
Cheating is often more efficient. - Seven Of Nine, Star Trek: Voyager
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Tell me what you say...
Got two more comments, and I'm a bit overdue in answering them.
First on is from Ag:
I asked you not to get me in your photo. But guess what there I am.
Well, yes, I did get you in one photo, but I was snapping the picture quickly, and you weren't out of the way yet...and, well, only like half of you can be seen....and, um, HEY, your picture taking ability is awesome (he says trying to change the subject...classic misdirection)! You got a bunch of great pics at the family thing! Way to go!
ANd then we have another comment from my most prolific commentator, Johnnie:
polt, the whole purpose of this blog is to make up for not having a life. what good is a blog gonna do if u go off having a life instead of posting 5 times a day?! sheesh.
Johnnie, ladies and gentlemen, also known as the Great Sarcasmo! Thank you thank you! Please hold your applause. The kid has a future on the stand up comedy circuit...most likely as the guy getting drinks for the comedy club patrons. Or perhaps as the drunk guy in a table near the stage, who heckles, and then is thrown out before midnight...and has to wander home drunk...and call his friends while he does so...and has to wash the puke out of his dog the next day.................................
POLT
Besides, a little sin is good for the soul. - Jade
First on is from Ag:
I asked you not to get me in your photo. But guess what there I am.
Well, yes, I did get you in one photo, but I was snapping the picture quickly, and you weren't out of the way yet...and, well, only like half of you can be seen....and, um, HEY, your picture taking ability is awesome (he says trying to change the subject...classic misdirection)! You got a bunch of great pics at the family thing! Way to go!
ANd then we have another comment from my most prolific commentator, Johnnie:
polt, the whole purpose of this blog is to make up for not having a life. what good is a blog gonna do if u go off having a life instead of posting 5 times a day?! sheesh.
Johnnie, ladies and gentlemen, also known as the Great Sarcasmo! Thank you thank you! Please hold your applause. The kid has a future on the stand up comedy circuit...most likely as the guy getting drinks for the comedy club patrons. Or perhaps as the drunk guy in a table near the stage, who heckles, and then is thrown out before midnight...and has to wander home drunk...and call his friends while he does so...and has to wash the puke out of his dog the next day.................................
POLT
Besides, a little sin is good for the soul. - Jade
Still have the rug burns on both my knees...
Except it's not rug burn...I got the brush burns on my knees from the trampoline. And speaking of which, let's see if Blogger will let me put more photos up.
And following the trampoline wrestling, there was the always dangerous Battle Of The Silly String. The results of which, are shown below.
And this, then, is a closeup photo of my competitor, cutie that he is.
Ya know, our family, like most, has some idiots, and cranks, and freaks in it (hell, my family might even have more than thier fair share of these), but in general, I like my extended family. I can usually have a fun time with whomever I am with, family wise. They're good people.
POLT
And it's true we are amused, when fact is fiction and TV reality. - U2
Saturday, July 23, 2005
We keep it running in the family...
today, my cousin and his wife had thier wedding reception. They've been together for like 9 years or so, and have a house together, and a son together, and her two sons from a previous marriage live with them too. July 1st, they decided to get married in a civil ceremony, and then today, they had the family out to thier house for a cookout. They also had a small pool the kids got into. And a trampoline. And I've got a word of advice: should you be somewhere where there is a trampoline, and should you're 62 year old mother decide to get ON the trampoline, it's best to have your camera at the ready!
Yep, that's her, sprawled on her hands and knees on the trampoline. Now this was right after she rolled up onto it (which i wish I had a videotape of... just kind putting her ass on the edge, and rolling backwards, going ass over feet and then finally getting into this position....missed a potential 'America's Funniest Home Video's' Moment). She really never got the hang of the whole thing...hell she never really stood up until right near the end, when she decided she wanted to get off, which was another adventure in and of itself. But she got on, was on it, and got off without breaking any bones, or spraining or straining anything, or needing 911 to be called. (which i really thought was gonna be a distinct possibility).
Also, somehow I, yes me, Uncle Polt, got his fat ass up on that thing. Originally it was just with my little cousin Lexi (whom is also in the photo above). but it ended up, my cousin Zack jumped on it, and decided to wrestle me. I suppose I should mention that Zack is 16, about 5'9, might weigh 150 lbs. I should probably also mention that I am 37, 6'1, and weigh............well, quite a bit MORE than him. But it was his challenge, so.....
Yep, that's her, sprawled on her hands and knees on the trampoline. Now this was right after she rolled up onto it (which i wish I had a videotape of... just kind putting her ass on the edge, and rolling backwards, going ass over feet and then finally getting into this position....missed a potential 'America's Funniest Home Video's' Moment). She really never got the hang of the whole thing...hell she never really stood up until right near the end, when she decided she wanted to get off, which was another adventure in and of itself. But she got on, was on it, and got off without breaking any bones, or spraining or straining anything, or needing 911 to be called. (which i really thought was gonna be a distinct possibility).Also, somehow I, yes me, Uncle Polt, got his fat ass up on that thing. Originally it was just with my little cousin Lexi (whom is also in the photo above). but it ended up, my cousin Zack jumped on it, and decided to wrestle me. I suppose I should mention that Zack is 16, about 5'9, might weigh 150 lbs. I should probably also mention that I am 37, 6'1, and weigh............well, quite a bit MORE than him. But it was his challenge, so.....
Okay...I have other photos that I've tried to get up here, but Blogger doesnt seem to want to take them at the moment. I'll post them later, if I can. At any rate, this gives you an idea of what was going on...and considering this is me with a twinkie boy, and the positions we're in, this wasn't really as enjoyable as I thought it would have been.
Anyway, I'll try to get the other photos up there soon. but a good time was had by all, and i got sunburnt again. But not too badly. The fun was more than worth the sunburn!
POLT
You've had more visitors than Disney Land! - Lindsey, Queer As Folk
Friday, July 22, 2005
It's Friday, I'm in love...
It is now Friday, but this takes place actually on Thursday. But it takes place at the TGIFriday's in Gettysburg, so that's where the posts title comes in.
I was there with Mama Shockey. Our waiter was just THE sweetest thing: cute, young, thin...a twink. But he wsa very attentive to me, not so to Mama Shockey, or the other tables he was waiting on...or at least it didn't seem as much. He seemed interested in something more than just me coming back, which he did mention, but he made sure I would ask for him to be my waiter again. Nothing out of the ordinary there, I know, I know. But I felt there might be something...more there...possibly? I've just got to find an excuse to go back that way soon.
Oh, and when I asked for a photo of him (had my camera handy then) he was quite enthusiastic about that. And here he is:
he looks a litle dorky in the photo, but thats the fault of the camera, not him! he truly is a cutie. And I HAVE to find a reason to go back...anyone wanna go with me to Gettysburg....for a meal?
POLT
You know, Kevin, you're lucky you're so cute. Ugly people can't get away with being stupid. - Laurie, The Year Of Ice
I was there with Mama Shockey. Our waiter was just THE sweetest thing: cute, young, thin...a twink. But he wsa very attentive to me, not so to Mama Shockey, or the other tables he was waiting on...or at least it didn't seem as much. He seemed interested in something more than just me coming back, which he did mention, but he made sure I would ask for him to be my waiter again. Nothing out of the ordinary there, I know, I know. But I felt there might be something...more there...possibly? I've just got to find an excuse to go back that way soon.
Oh, and when I asked for a photo of him (had my camera handy then) he was quite enthusiastic about that. And here he is:
he looks a litle dorky in the photo, but thats the fault of the camera, not him! he truly is a cutie. And I HAVE to find a reason to go back...anyone wanna go with me to Gettysburg....for a meal?POLT
You know, Kevin, you're lucky you're so cute. Ugly people can't get away with being stupid. - Laurie, The Year Of Ice
High risk insurance, the time is right...
After work, I went to pay my car insurance. Previously, everytime I walked in the door, there was a waiting room (where strangely, no one was ever waiting...), and beyond that, was the desks of the agents where I made my payments. This time, as soon as I opened the door, I stopped. Not more than 6 feet away was a counter, with a desk behind it. That's what I first noticed. But almost immediately, my attention went to what was behind the counter: Ben Smith (at least according to the name plate on the counter). Had the counter not stopped me, Ben certianly would have!
Ben was quite the cutie. Under 20 (but how under, well I'm no good as guessing that), and was quite nappily attired, in his black pants and white State Farm shirt...the top two buttons of which were unbuttoned...showing just enough of his throat and upper chest to be enticing without being revealing. He had dark hair cut short and combed straight down, which could have looked dorky on some, but certainly didn't on him. He had a round, smiling face, and I believe blue eyes, and a pleasant smile.
Benny (as I had now taking to calling him in my head) said, "May I help you?" I managed to NOT say the first things that came into my head, for I'm sure my embarrassment would have only been exceeded by his. SO I answered, "oh this is new!" He chuckled and said something about it not being too new.
I had reached the counter, and was kinda leaning on it, so that I could look over and take in the whole package that was Mr. Ben Smith. Apparently I had been doing it a bit longer than I should, cause he cleared his throat. I then told him what I was there to do, told him my name and took out my checkbook. I told him I forgot how much I needed to pay (which was the truth...at that point in time there was little on my mind but the Ganymede in front of me. He told me and as I was writing out the check, he was typing on the computer. He said something about the computer shouldn't do what it was doing. And I made some witty (?) retort about it being okay if it deducted money from what I owe. he laughed appreciatively. I had the check written out and he was still fooling with the computer, so I thought, HEY, Time to put on the ole Polt Charm! I asked if he was an agent in training, or what? yeah, it sounded better said than it does here. He said he was just helping out over the summer (which means when I go in in January to pay my insurance again, he won't be there....which kinda sucks). I nodded.
When he asked me if needed a receipt (which I have NEVER needed as I've got everything written down i my checkbook) I said please if you could. And in my head i added "Anything to get to stay around you longer." SO he printed it out, and handed it to me. I thanked him, and took it and folded it, then went to the door, trying to think of something...pithy, memorable, something to make him hurdle the coutner and leave with me right there and spend the rest of the night in the throes of hot passionate love with me (hey, a guy's gotta dream, right?) But he siad something about it being hot outside. And I agreed, but added that I was now off work, and he grumbled that he still was, but at least it was air contditioned. And, not having gotten ANY kindo f blips on my gaydar, and seriously approaching the "unwanted stalker" threshold, I told him to have a good night, and left.
And on the way home, I SWORE at myself, making up several explitives along the way, beacuse I didn't have my camera with me! I even thought, this morning as i left work, when i saw the camera that I should bring it, but then I thought, oh i'll just be at work, can't use it there! DAMMIT! I KNOW not to go anywhere without my camera! What WAS I thinking?
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as an aside, I checked on other rates, and Progressive wanted $40 more, Geico $20 more and AIG $60 more than what I'm now paying with State Farm. So I can't complain too much about it, I guess.
POLT
You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it. - Henny Youngman
Ben was quite the cutie. Under 20 (but how under, well I'm no good as guessing that), and was quite nappily attired, in his black pants and white State Farm shirt...the top two buttons of which were unbuttoned...showing just enough of his throat and upper chest to be enticing without being revealing. He had dark hair cut short and combed straight down, which could have looked dorky on some, but certainly didn't on him. He had a round, smiling face, and I believe blue eyes, and a pleasant smile.
Benny (as I had now taking to calling him in my head) said, "May I help you?" I managed to NOT say the first things that came into my head, for I'm sure my embarrassment would have only been exceeded by his. SO I answered, "oh this is new!" He chuckled and said something about it not being too new.
I had reached the counter, and was kinda leaning on it, so that I could look over and take in the whole package that was Mr. Ben Smith. Apparently I had been doing it a bit longer than I should, cause he cleared his throat. I then told him what I was there to do, told him my name and took out my checkbook. I told him I forgot how much I needed to pay (which was the truth...at that point in time there was little on my mind but the Ganymede in front of me. He told me and as I was writing out the check, he was typing on the computer. He said something about the computer shouldn't do what it was doing. And I made some witty (?) retort about it being okay if it deducted money from what I owe. he laughed appreciatively. I had the check written out and he was still fooling with the computer, so I thought, HEY, Time to put on the ole Polt Charm! I asked if he was an agent in training, or what? yeah, it sounded better said than it does here. He said he was just helping out over the summer (which means when I go in in January to pay my insurance again, he won't be there....which kinda sucks). I nodded.
When he asked me if needed a receipt (which I have NEVER needed as I've got everything written down i my checkbook) I said please if you could. And in my head i added "Anything to get to stay around you longer." SO he printed it out, and handed it to me. I thanked him, and took it and folded it, then went to the door, trying to think of something...pithy, memorable, something to make him hurdle the coutner and leave with me right there and spend the rest of the night in the throes of hot passionate love with me (hey, a guy's gotta dream, right?) But he siad something about it being hot outside. And I agreed, but added that I was now off work, and he grumbled that he still was, but at least it was air contditioned. And, not having gotten ANY kindo f blips on my gaydar, and seriously approaching the "unwanted stalker" threshold, I told him to have a good night, and left.
And on the way home, I SWORE at myself, making up several explitives along the way, beacuse I didn't have my camera with me! I even thought, this morning as i left work, when i saw the camera that I should bring it, but then I thought, oh i'll just be at work, can't use it there! DAMMIT! I KNOW not to go anywhere without my camera! What WAS I thinking?
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as an aside, I checked on other rates, and Progressive wanted $40 more, Geico $20 more and AIG $60 more than what I'm now paying with State Farm. So I can't complain too much about it, I guess.
POLT
You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it. - Henny Youngman
I'm losing track of time in 200 bars...
Whoo-Hooo! My 200th visitor! We went from 100 to 200 in like 10 days or so! Took me, I think over three weeks to reach 100. Thanks, guys, for coming back. I'm sorry I haven't written much recently, been wrapped up in other things. I've tried to post everyday, but recently, i just haven't had the time to post much. I'll work on that.
POLT
When I was young, we didn't have MTV; we had to take drugs and go to concerts! - Steven Pearl
POLT
When I was young, we didn't have MTV; we had to take drugs and go to concerts! - Steven Pearl
Thursday, July 21, 2005
So don't tell Scotty....
From msn.com:
'Star Trek' Star James Doohan Dies
The Associated Press
LOS ANGELES -- James Doohan, the burly chief engineer of the Starship Enterprise in the original "Star Trek" TV series and movies who responded to the command "Beam me up, Scotty," died Wednesday. He was 85.
You can read the whole story here.
'Star Trek' Star James Doohan Dies
The Associated Press
LOS ANGELES -- James Doohan, the burly chief engineer of the Starship Enterprise in the original "Star Trek" TV series and movies who responded to the command "Beam me up, Scotty," died Wednesday. He was 85.
You can read the whole story here.
Good bye and God speed.
POLT
What kind of superhero loses his powers to a cup of hot coffee in the crotch? - Dr. Reducto, Harvey Birdman, Attorny-At-Law
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
My day is here again...
I give you Wednesday July 20, 2005 through the eyes (and camera) of Uncle Polt:
This is how I spent a goodly portion of my morning...not enough, its never enough. After waking and eating breakfast I decided to enjoy a bit of a movie I have here. I give you the box's cover.
This is how I spent a goodly portion of my morning...not enough, its never enough. After waking and eating breakfast I decided to enjoy a bit of a movie I have here. I give you the box's cover.
I shall leave it to you more than ample imaginations to take everything from there. Following this, I ate, showered and left on my errands. First was a drive to Greencastle Coffee Roasters for some peanut and Swedish Fish.
I didn't at the time, think to take a photo of the store, but here's a photo of the bag of peanuts. I know it's not quite the same, but its the best I can do. After this, there was a trip down I-81 to Hagerstown, where I needed to exchange a CD.
Borders, where I used to work. Oh the fun. I didn't at the time I was there, think of taking a photo of it. I had to do that later...which we'll get into in a bit. After the exchange, I got back on I-81 and went a little further south to the Valley Plaza.
I went here to get some tape, soda, and a some minutes for Freddie's cellphone. (long story, dont ask) After this, I headed into the downtown part of Hagerstown to one of my favorite stores.
Went to Atomic Comics to pick up my weekly fix of comics. After getting them (and spending 23 bucks on them, and average weekly amount), I realized I had plenty of time left before my appointment. And I should go back to Borders and get a photo, which I did. but since i went back that way, I decided I'd check and see about a new shower liner, so I went to this place.
Usually Marshalls has them and at cheap prices, but they had none which is something of a surprise. So I had to go somewhere else.
I really do not like Wal-Mart. Or rather, I dont like THIS Wal-Mart. its too big and crowded and the setup is nothing like any other one I've been to, so i can't ever find anything. I did manage to find the shower liners, but they were liek 2 bucks more than at Marshalls, so I said screw it, I'll just check Marshalls later. But I did get a soft pretzel and soda here, so that made it all okay. Then I had just enough time to get to my appointment.
This is the Silhouette Salon, when I got my cut and color. Linda, God love her, takes real good care of my hair, and she gives me these head massages...oh she could spend all day doing that. Afterwards I came home and called Ag and we agreed to go get Chinese.
And I was lucky enough to catch Ag, kinda, in the middle of the photo as well. We brought it back here and ate. And then we sat on the couch and watched a bit of TV before I got online.
After doing that for a bit and talking to Freddie for a bit, I decided my day was done and I went back to bed.
YAWN! Sweet dreams, one and all!
POLT
Two heads are better than one...unless you're talking about supervisors. Then it would be nothing + nothing = nothing.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
I met my love Hillary at the local distillery...
Just some interesting news blurbs I found today...
A May USA TODAY/CNN/Gallup Poll found for the first time that a majority of Americans - 53% - said they are likely to vote for Clinton if she runs for president in 2008.
Yeah, I know, it's still like 3.5 years away, and a lot can happen in that time, and the poll lists no opponents that she'd be running against, but........makes one think, doesn't it? I'd always thought she's make an excellent president, certainly she'd be one the most intelligent. But I never thought she'd be electable, so I didn't want her to run. But......
And then there's this:
Some GOP analysts say that if Clinton runs for president, voters could have questions about her toughness because she didn't divorce her husband after he admitted having an affair with White House intern Monica Lewinsky in 1998.
I see. So, these paragons of "Family Values" think it's a hinderance to her that she did NOT divorce her husband???? God, what hypocrites. But then again, should I be surprised???
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Watched some movies over the weekend. Got them all From Netflix, and the photos and reviews are from there as well.
This indie favorite follows Napoleon Dynamite (Jon Heder), a quirky, ninja-loving teenager growing up in the far reaches of Idaho. Napoleon's life gets complicated when his shady Uncle Rico (John Gries) shows up, a shy girl (Tina Majorino) starts showing him some attention and his best friend Pedro (Efren Ramirez) decides to run for school president. Nominated for a Grand Jury Prize at Sundance in 2004.
Shy twenty-something Shane (Michael Legge) is striking out on his own. Bored to death with his uninspiring civil servant job, Shane longs to attend art school and become an illustrator, but he's short on cash. Soon, he finds an apartment in Limerick and a flatmate named Vincent (Allen Leech) to share the rent. Vincent, a gay fashion-design student, works wonders in pulling Shane out of his shell via a "mahvelous" makeover. David Gleeson directs. 
I give Napoleon Dynamite 5 (out of 5) stars, Cowboys And Angels like a 2, and Zero Day a 3.
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My tooth hurts. Just like 2 months ago or so, I had problems with it as well, and had a new filling put in and now it hurts again. A dull, constant pain. It's kinda driving me nuts, not the pain so much, but it's like...like an itch I can't scratch. Or getting a piece of food stuck in your teeth and not being able to get it out. At any rate, I hate this, cause I'm a big ole wuss baby when it comes to tooth pain. I'm thinking it's either just some food that got impacted up under the tooth or filling(this happened to me once before) and the dentist has to get it out, and then I'm all better, OR....it's something more serious, which will require and extraction...oh I just don't even WANT to think about that! I HATE tooth pain!!!!!
POLT
This is an imaginary story....aren't they all? - Alan Moore
A May USA TODAY/CNN/Gallup Poll found for the first time that a majority of Americans - 53% - said they are likely to vote for Clinton if she runs for president in 2008.
Yeah, I know, it's still like 3.5 years away, and a lot can happen in that time, and the poll lists no opponents that she'd be running against, but........makes one think, doesn't it? I'd always thought she's make an excellent president, certainly she'd be one the most intelligent. But I never thought she'd be electable, so I didn't want her to run. But......
And then there's this:
Some GOP analysts say that if Clinton runs for president, voters could have questions about her toughness because she didn't divorce her husband after he admitted having an affair with White House intern Monica Lewinsky in 1998.
I see. So, these paragons of "Family Values" think it's a hinderance to her that she did NOT divorce her husband???? God, what hypocrites. But then again, should I be surprised???
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Watched some movies over the weekend. Got them all From Netflix, and the photos and reviews are from there as well.
This indie favorite follows Napoleon Dynamite (Jon Heder), a quirky, ninja-loving teenager growing up in the far reaches of Idaho. Napoleon's life gets complicated when his shady Uncle Rico (John Gries) shows up, a shy girl (Tina Majorino) starts showing him some attention and his best friend Pedro (Efren Ramirez) decides to run for school president. Nominated for a Grand Jury Prize at Sundance in 2004.
Shy twenty-something Shane (Michael Legge) is striking out on his own. Bored to death with his uninspiring civil servant job, Shane longs to attend art school and become an illustrator, but he's short on cash. Soon, he finds an apartment in Limerick and a flatmate named Vincent (Allen Leech) to share the rent. Vincent, a gay fashion-design student, works wonders in pulling Shane out of his shell via a "mahvelous" makeover. David Gleeson directs. 
A combination of actors and real high school students appear in this disconcerting look at two troubled teenagers (Andre Keuck and Calvin Robertson) who organize a massacre at their school similar to the Columbine tragedy, referring to themselves as "The Army of Two." The story is told through video diaries of the teens that are discovered after the tragic event takes place.
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My tooth hurts. Just like 2 months ago or so, I had problems with it as well, and had a new filling put in and now it hurts again. A dull, constant pain. It's kinda driving me nuts, not the pain so much, but it's like...like an itch I can't scratch. Or getting a piece of food stuck in your teeth and not being able to get it out. At any rate, I hate this, cause I'm a big ole wuss baby when it comes to tooth pain. I'm thinking it's either just some food that got impacted up under the tooth or filling(this happened to me once before) and the dentist has to get it out, and then I'm all better, OR....it's something more serious, which will require and extraction...oh I just don't even WANT to think about that! I HATE tooth pain!!!!!
POLT
This is an imaginary story....aren't they all? - Alan Moore
Monday, July 18, 2005
Everything is fair when you're living in the city...
SO, seeing as how I've recieved not one vote on any of the suggestions for the slogan, I've decided to end the voting (or non-voting, as the case may be). Polt's Palace is mine, so I outta name it's slogan. And Maury had a great idea, which I'm going to use. So the official slogan of Polt's Palace is:
Polt's Palace, Fair And Balanced
Hey, if FoxNews can say it, and not be it, then so can I. Copyright infringement be damned!
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Okay, let me see if I've got this straight...Previously, Bushie says he'll fire anyone in the White House involved in the leak about Plume, the ambassador's wife being a CIA operative. Then, the Time journalist reveals that it was in fact Karl Rove who told him that she was an operative. And then the journalist got confirmation of her status from Cheney's chief of staff. And yesterday, Bushie says, he wants the investigation over as soon as possible. And if anyone's committed a crime, they'll be let go.
Changing from Firing them if they're involved to firing them if they committed a crime. Gee, that almost sounds Clintonesque. Or does that count as waffling? SO if they're involved and just didn't happen to commit a crime, well then it's okay. But there is that pesky 1982 law that states that giving out (or in some cases even HAVING) that type of information, is a federal crime.
My prediction: before the end of the week, in fact I'd say sometime Wednesday, Bushie will announce his Supreme Court appointment. What Rove, Cheney and Bushie himself all need right now is a nice big distraction. And watching the Senate tear itself apart will certainly garner more coverage than a silly old scandal. But if the appointment doesn't distract enough, then Bushie will need a bigger distraction...watch out Iran!
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In case anyone is wondering, the scanner is still inside it's box. Pretty box that it is.
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This has to be one of THE reasons the Internet was invented. If you go here, you'll fine Monty Python And The Holy Grail done with Legos! (Help, help, I'm being repressed!)
Polt
These are our boys. Our future. And, oh, they are something to behold. Bodies like smooth planes of marble. Rakish grins. Eyes that sparkle in innocence and wolfish yearning. All shoulders and firm chests and long tanned legs in half socks and dirt-work Nikes. We watch them, enthralled by the action, the testosterone quotient wafting about like perfume. - GQ Magazine, Febraury 2002
Polt's Palace, Fair And Balanced
Hey, if FoxNews can say it, and not be it, then so can I. Copyright infringement be damned!
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Okay, let me see if I've got this straight...Previously, Bushie says he'll fire anyone in the White House involved in the leak about Plume, the ambassador's wife being a CIA operative. Then, the Time journalist reveals that it was in fact Karl Rove who told him that she was an operative. And then the journalist got confirmation of her status from Cheney's chief of staff. And yesterday, Bushie says, he wants the investigation over as soon as possible. And if anyone's committed a crime, they'll be let go.
Changing from Firing them if they're involved to firing them if they committed a crime. Gee, that almost sounds Clintonesque. Or does that count as waffling? SO if they're involved and just didn't happen to commit a crime, well then it's okay. But there is that pesky 1982 law that states that giving out (or in some cases even HAVING) that type of information, is a federal crime.
My prediction: before the end of the week, in fact I'd say sometime Wednesday, Bushie will announce his Supreme Court appointment. What Rove, Cheney and Bushie himself all need right now is a nice big distraction. And watching the Senate tear itself apart will certainly garner more coverage than a silly old scandal. But if the appointment doesn't distract enough, then Bushie will need a bigger distraction...watch out Iran!
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In case anyone is wondering, the scanner is still inside it's box. Pretty box that it is.
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This has to be one of THE reasons the Internet was invented. If you go here, you'll fine Monty Python And The Holy Grail done with Legos! (Help, help, I'm being repressed!)
Polt
These are our boys. Our future. And, oh, they are something to behold. Bodies like smooth planes of marble. Rakish grins. Eyes that sparkle in innocence and wolfish yearning. All shoulders and firm chests and long tanned legs in half socks and dirt-work Nikes. We watch them, enthralled by the action, the testosterone quotient wafting about like perfume. - GQ Magazine, Febraury 2002
Kiss that frog, lady kiss that frog...
Yesterday was game day at George's, and when I got home, I showered, read the papers, and the Maury got there to watch the show. So that's why I didn't post sorry. BUt at the game, the gay winged Elven swashbuckler I'm playing fell through the air, landing next to the frog creature, attacked it for two rounds, hitting for at least one critical, and dropping it. For those of you who don't play D&D, this is probably all gobbley gook, but the point is, it was cool.
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Well, it seems my little tale of drunken puking has struck a cord with you readers. I've had no less that 4 replies to it so far. We've got one for Mark "The Greek", "Travel Ag", and two anonymously posted ones....although the poster isn't really fooling anyone.
I sort of got lost in the story.How did guy 1 get into his apartment since he couldn't locate his keys and his cell phone went dead? How was guy 2 able to contact guy 1 inside of his apartment since guy 1's cell phone had previously gone dead??Meanwhile, I still think that kitty puke is much much less offensive than the multiple puddles of human alcohol puke that you've so kindly referenced in your story. The cleanup of the dog and the puke would take quite some time, don't you think? You should have cleaned up the kitty puke. At least it would have only taken a single paper towel and only a few seconds. (grin)Mark
Sorry the story wasn't clear. While the friend on the phone thought something had happened to the phone, apparently, it was jsut turned off. It still worked later on. WE don't know for sure, because Guy1 doesnt really recall anything, but we assume that's what happened. And I agree one patch of kitty puke would be better than puddles of people puke...but given my druthers, i want to have NO kitty puke and have the people puke be in the toliet.
Your story is long and it rambles but I do not feel sorry for Guy 1 or Guy 2. I feel sorry for xxxxxxx the dog. OOps I guess I should say Dog. I think the "DOG" needs a new home where he would not have to worry about puddles of puke. DOG can always stay with Auntie Ag where he would always smell sweetIf this was a true story.
Sorry Ag, I had to X out the name of Dog, must keep this story anonymous. And I don't really feel sorry for them either. I've been wher Guy1 is before, but I still dont really feel sorry for him. And I know Dog would smell VERY sweet with you.....but none of this matter....if this story is just a tale....
Anonymous part 1:
i didn't find that to be a very amusing story. in fact, i found that to be a very very bad story. all i can say is that i feel bad for guy 1. the poor guy probably didn't know his friends would be so cruel as to buy him multiple shots all night to wash down the beer and wine. and i'm willing to bet guy 1 STILL hasn't gotten the puke smell out of his dog and carpet.
Anonymous part 2:
i think guy 1 takes great care of his dog. i bet guy 1 even had a friend watching his dog for him while he was out. i bet guy 1 was so considerate he even took dog outside in the morning despite an ungodly hangover. i'm sure auntie ag would take good care of dog, but i bet this theoretical guy 1 takes amazing care of dog who is probably theoretically sitting at home in the A/C right now while guy 1 sweats at work
Yes I bet Dog and carpet still carry the odors, and I'm certain that Guy1 is a good owner, despite this one incident....IF it were a true story.....
POLT
Talk to me, tell me your name. I'm just a link in your daisy chain. - Ricky Martin, She-Bangs
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Well, it seems my little tale of drunken puking has struck a cord with you readers. I've had no less that 4 replies to it so far. We've got one for Mark "The Greek", "Travel Ag", and two anonymously posted ones....although the poster isn't really fooling anyone.
I sort of got lost in the story.How did guy 1 get into his apartment since he couldn't locate his keys and his cell phone went dead? How was guy 2 able to contact guy 1 inside of his apartment since guy 1's cell phone had previously gone dead??Meanwhile, I still think that kitty puke is much much less offensive than the multiple puddles of human alcohol puke that you've so kindly referenced in your story. The cleanup of the dog and the puke would take quite some time, don't you think? You should have cleaned up the kitty puke. At least it would have only taken a single paper towel and only a few seconds. (grin)Mark
Sorry the story wasn't clear. While the friend on the phone thought something had happened to the phone, apparently, it was jsut turned off. It still worked later on. WE don't know for sure, because Guy1 doesnt really recall anything, but we assume that's what happened. And I agree one patch of kitty puke would be better than puddles of people puke...but given my druthers, i want to have NO kitty puke and have the people puke be in the toliet.
Your story is long and it rambles but I do not feel sorry for Guy 1 or Guy 2. I feel sorry for xxxxxxx the dog. OOps I guess I should say Dog. I think the "DOG" needs a new home where he would not have to worry about puddles of puke. DOG can always stay with Auntie Ag where he would always smell sweetIf this was a true story.
Sorry Ag, I had to X out the name of Dog, must keep this story anonymous. And I don't really feel sorry for them either. I've been wher Guy1 is before, but I still dont really feel sorry for him. And I know Dog would smell VERY sweet with you.....but none of this matter....if this story is just a tale....
Anonymous part 1:
i didn't find that to be a very amusing story. in fact, i found that to be a very very bad story. all i can say is that i feel bad for guy 1. the poor guy probably didn't know his friends would be so cruel as to buy him multiple shots all night to wash down the beer and wine. and i'm willing to bet guy 1 STILL hasn't gotten the puke smell out of his dog and carpet.
Anonymous part 2:
i think guy 1 takes great care of his dog. i bet guy 1 even had a friend watching his dog for him while he was out. i bet guy 1 was so considerate he even took dog outside in the morning despite an ungodly hangover. i'm sure auntie ag would take good care of dog, but i bet this theoretical guy 1 takes amazing care of dog who is probably theoretically sitting at home in the A/C right now while guy 1 sweats at work
Yes I bet Dog and carpet still carry the odors, and I'm certain that Guy1 is a good owner, despite this one incident....IF it were a true story.....
POLT
Talk to me, tell me your name. I'm just a link in your daisy chain. - Ricky Martin, She-Bangs
Saturday, July 16, 2005
The fairy tale world inside can bring it to you...
SO, I have a tale for all of you. Sit back and enjoy.
Let's say there are two friends: Guy 1 and Guy 2. Guy 2 has a girlfirend, Guy 1 does not. On Guy 1's birthday, both Guys, the girlfriend and another girl go out together to celebrate. And celebrate they do. And hours later, after many drinks, beers and shots, Guy 2 and the girlfriend go home, and Guy 1 starts home on his own, drunk off his ass, about 10 sheets to the wind, giving shit-faced falling down drunk a new definition. Guy 1, on the way home, decides to make use of his cellphone, and calls people. How many, he's not sure. he finds out later he calls one friend about 5 hours away at 1:30 in the morning and calls another friend at least 7 times, leaving the voicemails to prove it. Guy 1 eventually finds his way home, despite professing to one friend on his cellphone that "I love you man!" in the drunken, frat boy way that drunken frat boys are known for. Guy 1 reaches his front door, can't find his keys and then his cellphone suddenly goes dead, leaving the friend he was talking to thinking perhaps the phone was dropped, or Guy 1 just passed out on his front stoop.
In the meantime, Guy 2 and girlfriend get to Guy 2's apartment. Girlfriend goes inside, for some reason Guy 2 goes back outside, and gets locked out, with the girlfriend inside passed out. With no way in, and his cellphone luckily handy, he calls Guy1 to ask if he can come over. Guy1's response is "yeah" and a hangup. So Guy2 walks over to Guy1's, and getting no response at the door, calls Guy1 again. Guy1, inside the apartment, tells Guy2 to come in, and hangs up. Of course, the door is locked, thus preventing Guy2 from coming in. SO he has to call Guy1 AGAIN, and this time, Guy1 opens the door. he is wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. He was apparently in the process of bringing his lower intestines up through his throat, and didn't bother to stop to answer the door. No, indeed, he was puking while answering the door. And, in fact, it appeared he had puked all during his walk to the front door, because there were several puddle of the alcoholically drenched puke throughout the house.
So Guy2 sleeps somewhere in the apartment, Guy1 has no idea, because the entire night, say after 1130 is a total blank. But when Guy2 gets up at 500am, he wakes Guy1, who apparently has some sort of coherent conversation with him, before passing out again (and having no recollection of Guy2 even being there at all).
Now might be an appropriate time to mention that Guy1 has a rather large long haired dog whom we shall call simply Dog. When Guy1 awoke, and saw Dog near him, he petting him as he always does and realized there was something in Dog's hair, on his back and side. At first, Guy1 thought it was hair gel, but upon further consideration, he realized it was puke of the human kind. Sometime during the night, Dog had discovered these puddles of liquid he had probably never smelled before, had decided that he definately needed to smell like that, and rolled in it. As well ate some of it, as dogs are known to do.
So now, not only is Guy1 hungover..a hangover of Biblical proportions I would assume, and not only does he have all his various puddles of vomit, but now, he's somehow got to get Dog...unpukified? And all the while, his liver, or what is left of it, is probably screaming for a medic and cursing him as well.
Now I'm not saying this story is true...all I'm saying is I'm glad I'm not the one who took Guy1 out for his birthday.
POLT
Scandal always outlives honor. - Dragonlance Tales, Vol 3
Let's say there are two friends: Guy 1 and Guy 2. Guy 2 has a girlfirend, Guy 1 does not. On Guy 1's birthday, both Guys, the girlfriend and another girl go out together to celebrate. And celebrate they do. And hours later, after many drinks, beers and shots, Guy 2 and the girlfriend go home, and Guy 1 starts home on his own, drunk off his ass, about 10 sheets to the wind, giving shit-faced falling down drunk a new definition. Guy 1, on the way home, decides to make use of his cellphone, and calls people. How many, he's not sure. he finds out later he calls one friend about 5 hours away at 1:30 in the morning and calls another friend at least 7 times, leaving the voicemails to prove it. Guy 1 eventually finds his way home, despite professing to one friend on his cellphone that "I love you man!" in the drunken, frat boy way that drunken frat boys are known for. Guy 1 reaches his front door, can't find his keys and then his cellphone suddenly goes dead, leaving the friend he was talking to thinking perhaps the phone was dropped, or Guy 1 just passed out on his front stoop.
In the meantime, Guy 2 and girlfriend get to Guy 2's apartment. Girlfriend goes inside, for some reason Guy 2 goes back outside, and gets locked out, with the girlfriend inside passed out. With no way in, and his cellphone luckily handy, he calls Guy1 to ask if he can come over. Guy1's response is "yeah" and a hangup. So Guy2 walks over to Guy1's, and getting no response at the door, calls Guy1 again. Guy1, inside the apartment, tells Guy2 to come in, and hangs up. Of course, the door is locked, thus preventing Guy2 from coming in. SO he has to call Guy1 AGAIN, and this time, Guy1 opens the door. he is wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. He was apparently in the process of bringing his lower intestines up through his throat, and didn't bother to stop to answer the door. No, indeed, he was puking while answering the door. And, in fact, it appeared he had puked all during his walk to the front door, because there were several puddle of the alcoholically drenched puke throughout the house.
So Guy2 sleeps somewhere in the apartment, Guy1 has no idea, because the entire night, say after 1130 is a total blank. But when Guy2 gets up at 500am, he wakes Guy1, who apparently has some sort of coherent conversation with him, before passing out again (and having no recollection of Guy2 even being there at all).
Now might be an appropriate time to mention that Guy1 has a rather large long haired dog whom we shall call simply Dog. When Guy1 awoke, and saw Dog near him, he petting him as he always does and realized there was something in Dog's hair, on his back and side. At first, Guy1 thought it was hair gel, but upon further consideration, he realized it was puke of the human kind. Sometime during the night, Dog had discovered these puddles of liquid he had probably never smelled before, had decided that he definately needed to smell like that, and rolled in it. As well ate some of it, as dogs are known to do.
So now, not only is Guy1 hungover..a hangover of Biblical proportions I would assume, and not only does he have all his various puddles of vomit, but now, he's somehow got to get Dog...unpukified? And all the while, his liver, or what is left of it, is probably screaming for a medic and cursing him as well.
Now I'm not saying this story is true...all I'm saying is I'm glad I'm not the one who took Guy1 out for his birthday.
POLT
Scandal always outlives honor. - Dragonlance Tales, Vol 3
Slipper whore...you f-ing whore...
On our travels last night, Amie and I ventured into Old Navy. She to look for some shorts, which we had trouble finding, and she decided not to buy anyway (although her husband got a nice shirt out of hte whole deal), and I to see the eye candy that worked there, which i had trouble finding as well. If there's one thing I can usually count on in Old Navy, it's a few hot guys. I found only one, working the fitting rooms, so he wasn't really out on the floor where I could see him. And even the caliber of the cuteness of the customers was way below what I expected. I was sorely disappointed in the whole mess.
UNTIL....I found these slippers. Oh they were hideous. They were so bad, they were good. Campy. Queeny. And they were NOT in little girl sizes either. Amie stated there was nowhere she couldn't go wearing those, which brought us both ot laughter. Luckily, I had my camera with me. And here, I give you, the hideous Old Navy Slippers!!!!
UNTIL....I found these slippers. Oh they were hideous. They were so bad, they were good. Campy. Queeny. And they were NOT in little girl sizes either. Amie stated there was nowhere she couldn't go wearing those, which brought us both ot laughter. Luckily, I had my camera with me. And here, I give you, the hideous Old Navy Slippers!!!!
I'm not certain that the enormity of the tackiness of these things is properly revealed in these photos, but you'll just have to trust me. They were so bad, if they had them in our sizes, we woulda bought em. Just to say we had em! I mean, really, how could one resist?
POLT
Red meat is not bad for you. Now blue-green meat, that's bad for you. - Tommy Smothers
Friday, July 15, 2005
You live, you learn, you love, you learn...
So, today I learned several very important things. I learned that when one has a 16 oz cup nearly full of water, and one has it sitting on the corner of one's desk, one should not bump it over as one walks by, because, contrary to what some may believe, the typical desk calendar is not water resistant, nor is any papers, froms or Post-It notes thereon.
I learned that our waiter Matt, at Garfields in the Valley Mall has inCREDible brown eyes, and I'm not even really into brown eyes.
I learned that while it may be quite easy to sing the lyrics to "The Time Warp" while driving a car, it's not at ALL easy to actually DO the time warp while driving a car.
I learned that when a friend calls you at 1:30 in the morning, all shit faced from a night out drinking to celebrate his birthday, he probably doesn't even remember making the call, much less what he said, so you could really muck with his head.
I learned how to make the following:
I learned that our waiter Matt, at Garfields in the Valley Mall has inCREDible brown eyes, and I'm not even really into brown eyes.
I learned that while it may be quite easy to sing the lyrics to "The Time Warp" while driving a car, it's not at ALL easy to actually DO the time warp while driving a car.
I learned that when a friend calls you at 1:30 in the morning, all shit faced from a night out drinking to celebrate his birthday, he probably doesn't even remember making the call, much less what he said, so you could really muck with his head.
I learned how to make the following:
| How to make a "Chris" |
| Ingredients: 1 part friendliness 3 parts silliness 3 parts leadership |
| Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little lustfulness if desired! |
(I simply went here and typed in my name and THIS is what I got. A little lusfulness...HAH... little my ass....)
Plus, I learned that I am apparently incapable of taking a good picture of Amie. I offer as evidence that three photos I took of her earlier tonight, none of which were intended to be bad photos. (I am not including the one I took of her that ended up just being of her purse)
If one should visit a Dairy Queen and give one's order to a girl who wears her name badge on her visor/cap thingee, and has TRAINEE typed right above her name, one should not be surprised if one doesn't get the Blizzard that one ordered.
All lessons well learned.
POLT
OH!! Beer, beer, beer, bed, bed bed!! - Homer Simpson
Got me so down, I got me a headache...
Sorry about no new post yesterday. Had a migraine. Woke up with it, called in to work, and went back to bed. Got up about 1:00, I think, spent most of the day on the couch. Went to bed then about 9:30 or so, i think. Man, I am so drained. Migraines suck! I'll try to post something else later today.
POLT
No quick fix for porn! - The Screen Savers
POLT
No quick fix for porn! - The Screen Savers
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Magnolia, now I see...
This evening, from 830 until like 920 or so, I took a walk. I decided the sun was going down, and it wasn't as warm outside (the thermometer read only 78) so I figured the exercise would do me good. God, what the HELL was I thinking??? The temp might have been lower, but it was still humid as before. Like a sauna out there. The humidity was nearly dripping right off the leaves of the trees. It was crazy humid. But of course, stupid me, I kept walking. And did so for, what, 50 minutes? Man, my head was so sweaty, it was running down the back of my head and dripping off the hair like I had just gotten out of the shower. I had my iPod with me, so I tried to concentrate on the music, and that kept me walking a brisk pace. I walked down Main street, and the only good thing about this walk was there were like 4 groups of people hanging out at different places along Main street...and in each group was at least one, and ususally more than one, young guy without a shirt or with his shirt hanging open. And every one of them (another unusual occurance) had the type of body that deserved to be shown off like that: abs, pecs, well developed, ripped, yeah it was nice to see. Kinda tough to not walk into trees, parking meters, lampposts, other people, moving vehicles, etc though.
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Also, tonight, i caught the last hour of Steel Magnolias. I saw this in the theater when it originally came out in 1989, and I've seen it probably three times since then on TV, either parts of it or all of it. And even so, when they're in the cemetary and Sally Field is having her breakdown...by God if I don't get all choked up and start crying. Even tonight. Even knowing what was gonna happen. And I watched it knowing I'd probably cry.
God....I am SO gay......
POLT
Make peace with dust bunnies.
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Also, tonight, i caught the last hour of Steel Magnolias. I saw this in the theater when it originally came out in 1989, and I've seen it probably three times since then on TV, either parts of it or all of it. And even so, when they're in the cemetary and Sally Field is having her breakdown...by God if I don't get all choked up and start crying. Even tonight. Even knowing what was gonna happen. And I watched it knowing I'd probably cry.
God....I am SO gay......
POLT
Make peace with dust bunnies.
Especially something stupid, like IQ...
I found a few more tests. I took the Classic IQ test, and this is the result:
Your IQ score is 131
This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Word Warrior. This means you have exceptional verbal skills. You can easily make sense of complex issues and take an unusually creative approach to solving problems. Your strengths also make you a visionary. Even without trying you're able to come up with lots of new and creative ideas.
Slighty boring and blah. But then i found the Super IQ Test. And this was the result:
Your Super IQ score is 120
Your overall intelligence quotient is the result of a scientifically-tested formula based on how many questions you answered correctly. But it's only part of what we learned about you from your answers on the test. We also determined the way you process information.The way you think about things makes you an Imaginative Mastermind. This means you are an extremely talented person, with a wide range of skills. There is little to nothing you can't do if you want to. You're very creative and you can express your ideas effectively through a variety of different means whether it's written or spoken words, numbers, or anything else. You also have a practical knowledge of how things work in the world - you've been paying attention and you pick things up easily.
I like the Imaginative Mastermind better than the Word Warrior, but the score is 11 points lower. Maybe since it was a SUPER test, it was harder. At any rate, I forgot to get the site where I found these, so unfortunately, I can't tell you guys how to get there.
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I also took the How American Are You Quiz. And this was the result:
Star Wars Horoscope for Sagittarius
You are superbly wise and have been known to spread your wisdom widely.You are impatient and pushy when people take your teachings too lightly.And your philosophical side always peeks through.Star wars character you are most like: Yoda
Your IQ score is 131
This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Word Warrior. This means you have exceptional verbal skills. You can easily make sense of complex issues and take an unusually creative approach to solving problems. Your strengths also make you a visionary. Even without trying you're able to come up with lots of new and creative ideas.
Slighty boring and blah. But then i found the Super IQ Test. And this was the result:
Your Super IQ score is 120
Your overall intelligence quotient is the result of a scientifically-tested formula based on how many questions you answered correctly. But it's only part of what we learned about you from your answers on the test. We also determined the way you process information.The way you think about things makes you an Imaginative Mastermind. This means you are an extremely talented person, with a wide range of skills. There is little to nothing you can't do if you want to. You're very creative and you can express your ideas effectively through a variety of different means whether it's written or spoken words, numbers, or anything else. You also have a practical knowledge of how things work in the world - you've been paying attention and you pick things up easily.
I like the Imaginative Mastermind better than the Word Warrior, but the score is 11 points lower. Maybe since it was a SUPER test, it was harder. At any rate, I forgot to get the site where I found these, so unfortunately, I can't tell you guys how to get there.
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I also took the How American Are You Quiz. And this was the result:
You Are 50% American
America: You don't love it or want to leave it.But you wouldn't mind giving it an extreme make over.On the 4th of July, you'll fly a freak flag instead...And give Uncle Sam a sucker punch!
America: You don't love it or want to leave it.But you wouldn't mind giving it an extreme make over.On the 4th of July, you'll fly a freak flag instead...And give Uncle Sam a sucker punch!
50 % American? What's the OTHER 50%?
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AND...I found my Star Wars Horoscope and this is it:
Star Wars Horoscope for Sagittarius
You are superbly wise and have been known to spread your wisdom widely.You are impatient and pushy when people take your teachings too lightly.And your philosophical side always peeks through.Star wars character you are most like: Yoda
Ah, so like Yoda, I am the most.
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Also, i got some Sagittarius love horoscope or something:
Your positive traits:
Your playful nature brings out the happy inner-child in dates
You're willing to take risks in love... and reap the rewards
You've got a killer sense of humor that gets talking with any hottie you meet
Your negative traits:
Sometimes your sarcasm comes off as biting and abrasive
You can be brutally honest, tactless, and truthful even when it hurts
You're such a free spirit that you find it hard to commit to one person
Your ideal partner:
Someone high energy who will pick up and out with you whenever
Is creative and fun - thinking of new adventures for the two of youI
s bold... and not afraid to tell you "I love you" early on
Your dating style:
Unpredictable. You never know how the night is going to end up.
Your seduction style:
Daring. You're always pushing to try something new in the bedroom.
Full of imagination. You've always got a new fantasy you're dying to try.
Spritually driven. Sex for you can be an other-worldy act.
Tips for the future:
Realize that while freedom is great - sometimes a stable relationship is better.
It's not all about you. Focus on your parnter's needs every once and a while.
Make up your mind about your parnter, and stick to it. Your fickle will ruin things otherwise.
hehehehe, some of THOSE are dead on, but not the second tip for the future, right Ag?
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Just a reminder, Uncle Polt appreciates drunken phone calls from Philly at 7:30 pm MUCH more than he does at 11:30 pm. Just for those who needed to know.
POLT
Look at you, fourteen years old, hormones all over you...you'd have shagged a letterbox. - Hazel, Queer As Folk 2 (British version)
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
You're my...you're my...Asian girl...
AH HA! So the mystery of M is solved! This from Johnnie:
dork, that's M as in M. as in M you had lunch with. as in that's her entire first name M.
Yes, M! The M! How was I to know she was reading this, although I AM honored that she is. And by the way, M, you were my favorite. I've met many of Johnnie's....um, girls, and you were by FAR the coolest! I was really hoping.....oh but whatever.
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We another new commentor (coming out of the woodwork, they are. NOT that you people are like cockroaches or anything....). David writes:
Hmmm....I would think by this point Mama Shockey would have an idea whats going on..she's probably proud of her little slut. Susan says Hi...and so does the baby..to a lesser extent
Well yes, I'm certain that Mama Shockey has an idea of what's going on...but despite the fact the Mama Shockey IS a saint, well, she's not always the....um, sharpest knife in the drawer. She's a natural blonde, dontcha know? And besides, I really doubt she'd want anymore information that she already has....course that never really stopped me from talking to others who didn't want anymore....
Oh, and say hi to your ladies for me as well...including Pebbles and Missy.
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And another comment from Johnnie (who now leads the pack with 10 comments....):
wow, politiqueer just barely edged out slut. i can see your priorities are changing with your old old old age. i guess i would have guessed politiqueer too, since (luckily) that's the side i see the most. you def do your best to spread your views (and whatever other contagious things you may have). you should put your interests together, you could be the head of the leather lobby or the speedo awareness group.
I was as I said surprised at the showing of slut as well, but politiqueer is pretty accurate too. And perhaps I'm changing "in my old age" because prior to this, my rights as a gay American were never under assault as they are now. And I'll have you know I've never had a contagious disease like that...other than crabs (although that probably falls under the Too Much Info heading that I mentioned above), but i do enjoy spreading my views (among other things). ANd the leather lobby, nah. Speedo Awareness Group? Yeah that could work...maybe as a Speedo inspector at the beach? Yeah......ooooo....shudder, shudder..........
Oh, sorry... ANYWAY....so we have two more members to add to Polts League of Commentors: M, The Asian Avenger and David "Steven Furry" (BWAHAHAHA, I didn't forget it dude!) Franceschina (and dont anyone ask me how to pronounce it , I haven't the foggiest)
POLT
Junkies are pathetic enough, but rich junkies are even worse. Even worse than girls. - Sean, The Rules Of Attraction
dork, that's M as in M. as in M you had lunch with. as in that's her entire first name M.
Yes, M! The M! How was I to know she was reading this, although I AM honored that she is. And by the way, M, you were my favorite. I've met many of Johnnie's....um, girls, and you were by FAR the coolest! I was really hoping.....oh but whatever.
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We another new commentor (coming out of the woodwork, they are. NOT that you people are like cockroaches or anything....). David writes:
Hmmm....I would think by this point Mama Shockey would have an idea whats going on..she's probably proud of her little slut. Susan says Hi...and so does the baby..to a lesser extent
Well yes, I'm certain that Mama Shockey has an idea of what's going on...but despite the fact the Mama Shockey IS a saint, well, she's not always the....um, sharpest knife in the drawer. She's a natural blonde, dontcha know? And besides, I really doubt she'd want anymore information that she already has....course that never really stopped me from talking to others who didn't want anymore....
Oh, and say hi to your ladies for me as well...including Pebbles and Missy.
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And another comment from Johnnie (who now leads the pack with 10 comments....):
wow, politiqueer just barely edged out slut. i can see your priorities are changing with your old old old age. i guess i would have guessed politiqueer too, since (luckily) that's the side i see the most. you def do your best to spread your views (and whatever other contagious things you may have). you should put your interests together, you could be the head of the leather lobby or the speedo awareness group.
I was as I said surprised at the showing of slut as well, but politiqueer is pretty accurate too. And perhaps I'm changing "in my old age" because prior to this, my rights as a gay American were never under assault as they are now. And I'll have you know I've never had a contagious disease like that...other than crabs (although that probably falls under the Too Much Info heading that I mentioned above), but i do enjoy spreading my views (among other things). ANd the leather lobby, nah. Speedo Awareness Group? Yeah that could work...maybe as a Speedo inspector at the beach? Yeah......ooooo....shudder, shudder..........
Oh, sorry... ANYWAY....so we have two more members to add to Polts League of Commentors: M, The Asian Avenger and David "Steven Furry" (BWAHAHAHA, I didn't forget it dude!) Franceschina (and dont anyone ask me how to pronounce it , I haven't the foggiest)
POLT
Junkies are pathetic enough, but rich junkies are even worse. Even worse than girls. - Sean, The Rules Of Attraction
Brief and false advertisements for a soul I don't have...
So, while at work, I found this, The Sloganizer, and I used it to try to find a good slogan for Polt's Palace. So I give you, my readers, ten slogans, to choose from. Whichever one gets the most votes (if indeed any do) that will become the Official Slogan of Polt's Palace.
There's no life without Polt's Palace
Do you know Polt's Palace?
Polt's Palace, where success is at home
Polt's Palace brings out the best
Polt's Palace, the smart choice
Made by Polt's Palace
Polt's Palace nonstop
I want Polt's Palace and I want it now
There's only one true Polt's Palace
Have a break, have a Polt's Palace
Let the voting....BEGIN!
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I took the High School Sterertype Quiz, and this is the result:
You scored as Drama nerd.
Drama nerd, huh? I was never IN any plays at school, although I did work backstage at Oklahoma and Carosel. ANd while I can be a drama queen and a nerd, I don't really think I am a Drama nerd. But then again, checking out the other choices, I guess drama nerd isn't all that bad. And thank God I scored lowest on Prep/Jock/Cheerleader, cause we all know they are just one step above cats on the Spawn of Satan Scale. (Mark's cats excluded, of course)
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And so it would seem, after taking the "What Gay Personality Are You?" quiz, that I am the following:
You scored as Politiqueer.
You go gurl! You are out to change the world, one vote and voice at a time. You do your work through telling people how it should be, doing it, and running for office. You keep marching honey, cause one day the world will change thanks to you!
Politiqueer 70%
Out and Proud Queer 60%
Slut 60%
Circuit Boy 50%
Drama Queen 50%
Drag Queen 40%
Attitude Queen 30%
Abercromibe Boi 20%
Str8 boi 20%
Twink 0%
Mess 0%
Gym Bunny 0%
I'm a bit surpised I didn't score higher on the Slut option. And then Mess option too (0%...obviously they didn't ask anything about the place you live in)
Should you be so inclined, you can take the test here: What gay personality are you? I dont believe it's required that you're gay to begin with, so str8 guys and chicks can take it too.
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And one more...I took this to find out my Lord Of The Rings Alter Ego:
You scored as Eowyn.
Fiery and brave, you don't let being a woman get in the way of defending yourself or your loved ones.
Eowyn 75%
Gollum 63%
Sam 63%
Aragorn 56%
Faramir 56%
Pippin 56%
Frodo 50%
Merry 50%
Legolas 31%
Galadriel 25%
BWahahahahah...Eowyn...well who knew? Kinda upset I'm only 36% comapatable with Leolas... cause I KNOW I could be 100% compatable with Orlando Bloom...at least for a night. And, HEY, where's Gandolf? And who the hell is Galadriel? This test is bogus, I think. I shall have to find another similar one.
POLT
If you want to talk bollocks and discover the meaning of life, you're better off downing a bottle of whiskey. At least that way, you're unconscious by the time you start to take yourself seriously. - Patsy, Absolutely Fabulous
There's no life without Polt's Palace
Do you know Polt's Palace?
Polt's Palace, where success is at home
Polt's Palace brings out the best
Polt's Palace, the smart choice
Made by Polt's Palace
Polt's Palace nonstop
I want Polt's Palace and I want it now
There's only one true Polt's Palace
Have a break, have a Polt's Palace
Let the voting....BEGIN!
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I took the High School Sterertype Quiz, and this is the result:
You scored as Drama nerd.
Drama nerd | 63% | ||
Punk/Rebel | 38% | ||
Goth | 31% | ||
Loner | 31% | ||
Stoner | 25% | ||
Ghetto gangsta | 25% | ||
Geek | 25% | ||
Prep/Jock/Cheerleader | 13% |
Drama nerd, huh? I was never IN any plays at school, although I did work backstage at Oklahoma and Carosel. ANd while I can be a drama queen and a nerd, I don't really think I am a Drama nerd. But then again, checking out the other choices, I guess drama nerd isn't all that bad. And thank God I scored lowest on Prep/Jock/Cheerleader, cause we all know they are just one step above cats on the Spawn of Satan Scale. (Mark's cats excluded, of course)
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And so it would seem, after taking the "What Gay Personality Are You?" quiz, that I am the following:
You scored as Politiqueer.
You go gurl! You are out to change the world, one vote and voice at a time. You do your work through telling people how it should be, doing it, and running for office. You keep marching honey, cause one day the world will change thanks to you!
Politiqueer 70%
Out and Proud Queer 60%
Slut 60%
Circuit Boy 50%
Drama Queen 50%
Drag Queen 40%
Attitude Queen 30%
Abercromibe Boi 20%
Str8 boi 20%
Twink 0%
Mess 0%
Gym Bunny 0%
I'm a bit surpised I didn't score higher on the Slut option. And then Mess option too (0%...obviously they didn't ask anything about the place you live in)
Should you be so inclined, you can take the test here: What gay personality are you? I dont believe it's required that you're gay to begin with, so str8 guys and chicks can take it too.
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And one more...I took this to find out my Lord Of The Rings Alter Ego:
You scored as Eowyn.
Fiery and brave, you don't let being a woman get in the way of defending yourself or your loved ones.
Eowyn 75%
Gollum 63%
Sam 63%
Aragorn 56%
Faramir 56%
Pippin 56%
Frodo 50%
Merry 50%
Legolas 31%
Galadriel 25%
BWahahahahah...Eowyn...well who knew? Kinda upset I'm only 36% comapatable with Leolas... cause I KNOW I could be 100% compatable with Orlando Bloom...at least for a night. And, HEY, where's Gandolf? And who the hell is Galadriel? This test is bogus, I think. I shall have to find another similar one.
POLT
If you want to talk bollocks and discover the meaning of life, you're better off downing a bottle of whiskey. At least that way, you're unconscious by the time you start to take yourself seriously. - Patsy, Absolutely Fabulous
It's all about politics in this game (part 2)...
This is from the Gawker and his blog, and explains things better than I could:
The meaning of "is"
Ok here's the deal in very simple terms. Karl Rove, the man with his hands inside the ventriloquist's dummy that is our president George "My smirk launches a thousand battleships" Bush, recently has been discovered to have outed the name of Valerie Plame, an undercover CIA agent, as revenge for her husband, Joe Wilson, not agreeing to parrot the president's line regarding Iraq having purchased yellowcake uranium from Niger. This is a treasonous offence.Now, Rove is saying he did not mention Valerie Plame by name, just as Joe Wilson's wife. And hence, he is squeaky clean and not guilty of the charge. Now is it me or is it just a case of semantics? You know, the kind Bill Clinton was taken to task for? And the kind the Republicans got an erection over while impeaching him for it?
And what will be done to Rove? Nothing, cause that's the way things work in Bushie's White House.
POLT
If winning is not important, then Commander, why keep score? - Worf, Star Trek: The Next Generation
The meaning of "is"
Ok here's the deal in very simple terms. Karl Rove, the man with his hands inside the ventriloquist's dummy that is our president George "My smirk launches a thousand battleships" Bush, recently has been discovered to have outed the name of Valerie Plame, an undercover CIA agent, as revenge for her husband, Joe Wilson, not agreeing to parrot the president's line regarding Iraq having purchased yellowcake uranium from Niger. This is a treasonous offence.Now, Rove is saying he did not mention Valerie Plame by name, just as Joe Wilson's wife. And hence, he is squeaky clean and not guilty of the charge. Now is it me or is it just a case of semantics? You know, the kind Bill Clinton was taken to task for? And the kind the Republicans got an erection over while impeaching him for it?
And what will be done to Rove? Nothing, cause that's the way things work in Bushie's White House.
POLT
If winning is not important, then Commander, why keep score? - Worf, Star Trek: The Next Generation
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