Santino Rice, from Project Runway, season 2 AND Mick Fleetwood of Fleetwood Mac
You decide!
POLT = listening to "Retox" by Fatboy Slim
There are only two things necessary for having a happy fulfilled life: a billion dollars and anything else.
Friday, March 31, 2006
We touched and went our seperate ways...
Seperated at birth, Part 2:
Santino Rice, from Project Runway, season 2 AND Mick Fleetwood of Fleetwood Mac
You decide!
POLT = listening to "Retox" by Fatboy Slim
There are only two things necessary for having a happy fulfilled life: a billion dollars and anything else.
Santino Rice, from Project Runway, season 2 AND Mick Fleetwood of Fleetwood Mac
You decide!
POLT = listening to "Retox" by Fatboy Slim
There are only two things necessary for having a happy fulfilled life: a billion dollars and anything else.
Deep in the heart of Texas...
So, I see a new visitor to the Palace, Velma. She left a comment and added herself to my blogmap. It's the two buttons over there on the left above the blog poll. She added herself, and is the first person to do so since Nov. of last year. Thank you Velma. Now, all of you others out there who visit the Palace and have yet to let me know where you are from (and you KNOW who you are) just add yourself to my map. I mean, it's such a small thing, but it gives me such joy.
Find the blogpoll off on the left there. Yeah, the big blue box with the writing inside. Well right above that, you'll see two buttons. If you click on the upper one, this nifty little box with appear on your screen and using that, you can add yourself to my guest map.
There. Now you know how to. Knock yourselves out, kiddies.
Oh, and you can check out good ol' Velma right here.
POLT = listening to "Tell It Like It T-I-Is" by the B-52's
Tell your friends not to think out loud, until they swallow. - Nickelback
Find the blogpoll off on the left there. Yeah, the big blue box with the writing inside. Well right above that, you'll see two buttons. If you click on the upper one, this nifty little box with appear on your screen and using that, you can add yourself to my guest map.
There. Now you know how to. Knock yourselves out, kiddies.
Oh, and you can check out good ol' Velma right here.
POLT = listening to "Tell It Like It T-I-Is" by the B-52's
Tell your friends not to think out loud, until they swallow. - Nickelback
A child that is born of our love...
Gentle readers, please help me welcome (a bit over a week late) to the world Wyatt Hilling Keil. born March 22, 2006, 7 lbs 1.9 oz, 20 1/4 inches long, and just cute as a button.
Here's a photo of Wyatt and his mom. Both are doing well, as is dad. I haven't yet had the pleasure of meeting him, but I'm letting mom, dad and son get all settled in a bit before I start bugging them for a visit.
Congrats, guys, seriously!
POLT = listening to "This Mess We're In" by PJ Harvey
A shared sense of humor is how friends find each other, I think. - Gary Larson
Here's a photo of Wyatt and his mom. Both are doing well, as is dad. I haven't yet had the pleasure of meeting him, but I'm letting mom, dad and son get all settled in a bit before I start bugging them for a visit.
Congrats, guys, seriously!
POLT = listening to "This Mess We're In" by PJ Harvey
A shared sense of humor is how friends find each other, I think. - Gary Larson
The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on...
I just stumbled onto This site by accident, but I love it! Got some hilarious photos with Natalie Portman. And he's got Rhyming Reviews of the American Idol contestants. Check them out here! Puntabulous, you are MY American Idol!
POLT = listening to "Coast To Coast" by The Jesus And Mary Chain
The problem with perfection is it's inability to acknowledge anything less. - Ted, Queer As Folk
POLT = listening to "Coast To Coast" by The Jesus And Mary Chain
The problem with perfection is it's inability to acknowledge anything less. - Ted, Queer As Folk
A kiss is just a kiss....
Frenching Fridays
POLT = listening to "You Got Me Floatin" by P.M. Dawn
One should forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged. - Heinrich Heine
So won't you dance with me...dance with me...
I LOVE those Maxine cards!
Lord, ain't it the truth, sister?
POLT = listening to "Easy" by Groove Armada
No matter how many friends you have, you can always attract a gathering with food and good beer.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
You're skin smells lovely, like sandalwood...
I took this picture awhile back. I was taking it to get Ag's rainbow sandals, which are pretty damn cool, and...festive. But I also managed to get the polka dotted ones as well, which are cool and festive also!
She's got such queer taste in footwear. And friends too, apparently.
POLT = listening to "One Thing Leads To Another" by The Fixx
Most men look better in boxers then they do naked.
She's got such queer taste in footwear. And friends too, apparently.
POLT = listening to "One Thing Leads To Another" by The Fixx
Most men look better in boxers then they do naked.
I feel the need to be naked with you (HNT pt 3)...
Welcome to Half-Nekkid Thursday!
Can anyone tell me why, since I'm almost 40 years old, I've got a freakin ZIT on my lip!!!!
Geez, I feel like a pimply faced, greasy haired teenager!
Sorry, this wasn't a very...sexy photo...but hey, it's what's absorbing my life right now. Next week will be less...dermatologically challenged!
POLT = listening to "You And I, Part II" by Fleetwood Mac
Let's face it, a falling down drunk at twenty three can still be attractive, but when you're thirty five, it's just messy. - Dan Anderson
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Leave her behind, where the kids are alright...
I just LOVE the Kids In The Hall. They make me laugh even still. So, it's time for more Kids' Pics!
The Kids as a bridal party. Drag was never a problem for them. They remind of Monty Python in that respect. That and there's five of them. Oh and being funny too. And foreign.
Buddy Cole, the gay monologist. Loved his monologues. Made me laugh my ass off. "Since blacks have larger than average genitalia, we call them stupid. And since Asians have smaller than average genitalia, we call them smart. Instead of cheated." "An angry drag queen in worse than a minotaur." BWAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Cabbagehead. Not one of my favorite characters, but still funny.
I CRUSHA you head!
Cathy and Kathy, secretaries.
The Kids in a very un-Kid like pose. In suits. Course, they are laying all over each other, so I guess in that respect thier being true to themselves.
Scott Thompson doing the Queen Of England!
A very young Kids in a colorful stairway.
And the Kids with some of thier favorite props: WIGS!
LOVE LIVE THE KIDS IN THE HALL!
POLT = listening to "Sugar, Sugar" by Mary Lou Lord
It's New Year's Day...do you know where your pants are? - Opus the Penguin
The Kids as a bridal party. Drag was never a problem for them. They remind of Monty Python in that respect. That and there's five of them. Oh and being funny too. And foreign.
Buddy Cole, the gay monologist. Loved his monologues. Made me laugh my ass off. "Since blacks have larger than average genitalia, we call them stupid. And since Asians have smaller than average genitalia, we call them smart. Instead of cheated." "An angry drag queen in worse than a minotaur." BWAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Cabbagehead. Not one of my favorite characters, but still funny.
I CRUSHA you head!
Cathy and Kathy, secretaries.
The Kids in a very un-Kid like pose. In suits. Course, they are laying all over each other, so I guess in that respect thier being true to themselves.
Scott Thompson doing the Queen Of England!
A very young Kids in a colorful stairway.
And the Kids with some of thier favorite props: WIGS!
LOVE LIVE THE KIDS IN THE HALL!
POLT = listening to "Sugar, Sugar" by Mary Lou Lord
It's New Year's Day...do you know where your pants are? - Opus the Penguin
Losing Lisa, and there's nothing I can do...
So, Lisa's gone from American Idol. No big surprise, or loss, in my opinion.
I was surprised to see Katharine in the bottom three. Today, online, I voted in a thing where you rated the remaining contestants. The bottom three were Lisa, Ace and Bucky, with Bucky being rated the lowest by like 59% of the people that voted. Katharine was, in fact voted the best by 19% of the people that voted (although Chris had like 40-some % saying he was the best, which he is). I was very surprised, but pleasantly so, to see Bucky getting more votes than Katharine.
Ah well, we're clearing out the dead wood, the people that shouldn't be there anyway. I say about three or four more weeks and all the crappy ones hopefully will be gone, leaving us with just the five best. That's when it'll get interesting.
POLT = listening to "Dancing In The Streets" by Van Halen
In this job, I have to steal my laughter where I can, no matter how sad, pathetic or suicidal. - Jenny Sparks, The Authority #1
I was surprised to see Katharine in the bottom three. Today, online, I voted in a thing where you rated the remaining contestants. The bottom three were Lisa, Ace and Bucky, with Bucky being rated the lowest by like 59% of the people that voted. Katharine was, in fact voted the best by 19% of the people that voted (although Chris had like 40-some % saying he was the best, which he is). I was very surprised, but pleasantly so, to see Bucky getting more votes than Katharine.
Ah well, we're clearing out the dead wood, the people that shouldn't be there anyway. I say about three or four more weeks and all the crappy ones hopefully will be gone, leaving us with just the five best. That's when it'll get interesting.
POLT = listening to "Dancing In The Streets" by Van Halen
In this job, I have to steal my laughter where I can, no matter how sad, pathetic or suicidal. - Jenny Sparks, The Authority #1
Random Mapquest Location
We're at 1967 Joyce St, Alrington Va. The comic book geek in me is going nuts over this map cause there's a Bruce St and S. Wayne St. There's also a S. Clark St & a S. Kent St. and a Lang St, but no Lana St. And no Lex or Luthor Streets, avenus, places or roads. Go figure.
POLT = listening to "I Want Candy" by Bow Wow Wow
If I have to watch Martha Stewart make something out of goatcheese again, I'll kill myself. - Debbie, Queer As Folk
We're at 1967 Joyce St, Alrington Va. The comic book geek in me is going nuts over this map cause there's a Bruce St and S. Wayne St. There's also a S. Clark St & a S. Kent St. and a Lang St, but no Lana St. And no Lex or Luthor Streets, avenus, places or roads. Go figure.
POLT = listening to "I Want Candy" by Bow Wow Wow
If I have to watch Martha Stewart make something out of goatcheese again, I'll kill myself. - Debbie, Queer As Folk
You looking at pimple with hate...
During adolescence, I was lucky enough to not be aflicted with acne. Oh sure, I got the occasional pimple, and then it grew to the size of Kilimanjaro, got all sore and disgusting looking, I popped it, and then was free for a few months before I got another one. No big deal. I still occasionally, like once every 5 years or so, get another zit on my face, but it quickly goes away.
My teenaged years are 20 years behind me. So can someone explain to me why, right now I have THREE ZITS!!!! One right beneath my lower lips on the right side, above my right ear, and next to my left ear! Christ, it's like I'm 13 again!
I didn't enjoy this aspect of being a teenager when I WAS a teenager, I like it even less now. Arrrghhh!!
At least I don't have to worry about going to the dance this weekend though.
POLT = listening to "Sunday Girl" by Blondie
"I'm a genius, but I'm a misunderstood genius." "What's misunderstood about you?" "Nobody thinks I'm a genius." - Calvin & Hobbes
My teenaged years are 20 years behind me. So can someone explain to me why, right now I have THREE ZITS!!!! One right beneath my lower lips on the right side, above my right ear, and next to my left ear! Christ, it's like I'm 13 again!
I didn't enjoy this aspect of being a teenager when I WAS a teenager, I like it even less now. Arrrghhh!!
At least I don't have to worry about going to the dance this weekend though.
POLT = listening to "Sunday Girl" by Blondie
"I'm a genius, but I'm a misunderstood genius." "What's misunderstood about you?" "Nobody thinks I'm a genius." - Calvin & Hobbes
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I ain't missing you at all..
Testicular Tuesdays With Johnnie
(See, this place here is where I would have put Johnnie's Testicular Tuesday column....if I had recieved one. And this, even after we spoke just last night and he said he was gonna get me a column this week. I waited until 1000pm, I thought that long enough. *SIGH* oh well, I guess he's forgotten about us all, gentle readers. I'll keep the title up, perhaps as a memorial to the glory that once was, and God willing, may be again.)
POLT = listening to "Warning" by Green Day
I thought you'd be out painting the town red...or whatever color they're painting it now. - Lindsey, Queer As Folk
(See, this place here is where I would have put Johnnie's Testicular Tuesday column....if I had recieved one. And this, even after we spoke just last night and he said he was gonna get me a column this week. I waited until 1000pm, I thought that long enough. *SIGH* oh well, I guess he's forgotten about us all, gentle readers. I'll keep the title up, perhaps as a memorial to the glory that once was, and God willing, may be again.)
POLT = listening to "Warning" by Green Day
I thought you'd be out painting the town red...or whatever color they're painting it now. - Lindsey, Queer As Folk
Hidden behind the idols you adore (week 3)...
Every performance on American Idol this week was underwhelming and disappointing, although some more than others. As a group, they just weren't that great. Individually:
Lisa: Didn't like the song, didn't like the way she sang it. Hey, like Randy I'm just 'keeping it real!' Lisa needs to go.
Kelly: She gets more irritating each and every week (last week: Ryan - Simon called your perfromance ballsy. Kelly - What's a ballsy? *giggle, giggle*) And could she have picked a more redneck hill billy song? Gimmicky, lasso-ey, rodeo, novelty song, Simon was right. She needs to have some guy in a pickup truck stop by and take her to Vegas...by force at knife point if necessary.
Ace: His stage presence- static and wooden; his singing - poor, not a great vocal. By my GOD does he have a smoldering 'fuck me' look in his eyes. And while carressing a real scar no less! And he's got that smile. And that hair. And the scar. And a twin. *SIGH* Sings? he sings?
Taylor: Show his vocal range? How about slim to none? Horrible song. Horrible rendition. I understand the guy's not 30 yet, but he's too old for the outfit. Overall: yuck.
Mandisa: God is bigger than any problem, but is he bigger than her hips? A gospel song should have been her territory, she should have been all over this, but I don't think she did as well as she could have. Not a bad job all in all, best so far.
Chris: He's a natural on the stage, quite a stage presence. Didn't like the song, but, as always, he sang it like he was born to it. Not his best, not even the best of the night, I don't think. but still better than most.
Katharine: Definately sang it like it like Ms. Whore-gulera, she covered about six octaves, ran up and down the scale with one single note, and screeched like a banshee. I HATE that type of, and I use the term loosely, singing. It must have sounded a lot different in person for the judges to rave about it so.
Bucky: He was MUCH more comfortable with himself and the song. He did a much better job than the last few times. He shouldn't have covered his hair with a cowboy hat, it's the best thing about him. Still, his performance was one of the better ones. ANd this from a guy who hates country music.
Paris: Didn't like the song, not appropriate for her, and not her best performance, but damn, the girl can sing it. Disappointing, but probably the best of the evening anyway.
Elliott: Is he tone deaf? No, seriously is he? What's with the knee bends, aerobicizing? Dancing WAS hideous. ANd his singing and the band never meshed. I have to wonder what performance was the audience watching? They, and the judges were cheering. Maybe they were watching a reply of Chris "Walk The Line" from last week, cause Elliott's performance this week was nowhere near good.
SO I guess Paris was the best, Lisa the worst. Tomorrow night, Shakira...oh joy, a Latino, cheap copy of Whore-gulara will be there, lovely. Just what I need. Guess it won't be as bad a root canal...but it'll be close.
POLT - listening to "Some Lovin" by Kristine W.
I like the simple things, like butter in my ass and lollipops in my mouth. - Floyd Gondolli, Boogie Nights
Lisa: Didn't like the song, didn't like the way she sang it. Hey, like Randy I'm just 'keeping it real!' Lisa needs to go.
Kelly: She gets more irritating each and every week (last week: Ryan - Simon called your perfromance ballsy. Kelly - What's a ballsy? *giggle, giggle*) And could she have picked a more redneck hill billy song? Gimmicky, lasso-ey, rodeo, novelty song, Simon was right. She needs to have some guy in a pickup truck stop by and take her to Vegas...by force at knife point if necessary.
Ace: His stage presence- static and wooden; his singing - poor, not a great vocal. By my GOD does he have a smoldering 'fuck me' look in his eyes. And while carressing a real scar no less! And he's got that smile. And that hair. And the scar. And a twin. *SIGH* Sings? he sings?
Taylor: Show his vocal range? How about slim to none? Horrible song. Horrible rendition. I understand the guy's not 30 yet, but he's too old for the outfit. Overall: yuck.
Mandisa: God is bigger than any problem, but is he bigger than her hips? A gospel song should have been her territory, she should have been all over this, but I don't think she did as well as she could have. Not a bad job all in all, best so far.
Chris: He's a natural on the stage, quite a stage presence. Didn't like the song, but, as always, he sang it like he was born to it. Not his best, not even the best of the night, I don't think. but still better than most.
Katharine: Definately sang it like it like Ms. Whore-gulera, she covered about six octaves, ran up and down the scale with one single note, and screeched like a banshee. I HATE that type of, and I use the term loosely, singing. It must have sounded a lot different in person for the judges to rave about it so.
Bucky: He was MUCH more comfortable with himself and the song. He did a much better job than the last few times. He shouldn't have covered his hair with a cowboy hat, it's the best thing about him. Still, his performance was one of the better ones. ANd this from a guy who hates country music.
Paris: Didn't like the song, not appropriate for her, and not her best performance, but damn, the girl can sing it. Disappointing, but probably the best of the evening anyway.
Elliott: Is he tone deaf? No, seriously is he? What's with the knee bends, aerobicizing? Dancing WAS hideous. ANd his singing and the band never meshed. I have to wonder what performance was the audience watching? They, and the judges were cheering. Maybe they were watching a reply of Chris "Walk The Line" from last week, cause Elliott's performance this week was nowhere near good.
SO I guess Paris was the best, Lisa the worst. Tomorrow night, Shakira...oh joy, a Latino, cheap copy of Whore-gulara will be there, lovely. Just what I need. Guess it won't be as bad a root canal...but it'll be close.
POLT - listening to "Some Lovin" by Kristine W.
I like the simple things, like butter in my ass and lollipops in my mouth. - Floyd Gondolli, Boogie Nights
Just because, you, you really should have known...
I'm posting this, even though it's not Monday, just cause he's really hot and attractive, and this is my blog and I can.
Hope you enjoy him as much as I do. There ain't nothing about this guy that's not sexy. oooooo.....shudder, shudder......
POLT = listening to "In The Evening" by Led Zepplin
"I didn't think they people in with drug convictions." "It's not a conviction...it's a firm belief." Patsy, AbFab
Hope you enjoy him as much as I do. There ain't nothing about this guy that's not sexy. oooooo.....shudder, shudder......
POLT = listening to "In The Evening" by Led Zepplin
"I didn't think they people in with drug convictions." "It's not a conviction...it's a firm belief." Patsy, AbFab
One lesson I've learned from it all (pt 7)...
Things I've Learned in 2006 #7:
If something or someone is off limits, leave it or them ALONE!
Nuff said, eh?
POLT = listening to "Starry Eyed Surprise" by Paul Oakenfold
Girls! To do the dishes, girls to do the laundry, girls, to clean up my room, girls, and in the bedroom, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, all I really want is girls ! - Beastie Boys
If something or someone is off limits, leave it or them ALONE!
Nuff said, eh?
POLT = listening to "Starry Eyed Surprise" by Paul Oakenfold
Girls! To do the dishes, girls to do the laundry, girls, to clean up my room, girls, and in the bedroom, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, all I really want is girls ! - Beastie Boys
Introducing these nasty immigrants...
The Senate passed the Guest Worker program to allow illegal immigrants to start a process to become legal immigrants. Last week the House passed a law making it a felony to aid illegal immigrants, even, say a soup kitchen giving food to an immigrant family or a homeless selter letting illegal immigrants stay there. Obviously, they have a lot of differences to work out before they can get a law passed.
Surprisingly, I don't really have an opinion one way or another on the issue of illegal immigrants. I've read some things about it, but since I'm admitted rather apathetic about the whole thing, I can't say I'm very well informed about it.
I know this blog is probably mainly visited for Monday's Hot Shirtless Guys, or Frenching Fridays or the various photos of sexy half naked men throughout it, and not so much for deep thought and discussion, politcal or otherwise. Nonetheless, I'm wondering if any of the readers of the Palace have an opinion on the issue of what to do about the 11 million or more illegal aliens we now have here. What to do with them, what to do to prevent more from arriving, etc, etc, etc.
As I have no opinion on the issue myself, I'm looking for others to make me think about it. If you've got an opinion on it, post it in the Comments section. Give me something good to read and contemplate.
POLT = listening to "Get Me Outta Here" by Jet
"He's as heterosexual as they come." "Bullshit. He's sexual. When are you girls ever going to learnt he difference?" - Tim Mathis, The Snow Garden
Surprisingly, I don't really have an opinion one way or another on the issue of illegal immigrants. I've read some things about it, but since I'm admitted rather apathetic about the whole thing, I can't say I'm very well informed about it.
I know this blog is probably mainly visited for Monday's Hot Shirtless Guys, or Frenching Fridays or the various photos of sexy half naked men throughout it, and not so much for deep thought and discussion, politcal or otherwise. Nonetheless, I'm wondering if any of the readers of the Palace have an opinion on the issue of what to do about the 11 million or more illegal aliens we now have here. What to do with them, what to do to prevent more from arriving, etc, etc, etc.
As I have no opinion on the issue myself, I'm looking for others to make me think about it. If you've got an opinion on it, post it in the Comments section. Give me something good to read and contemplate.
POLT = listening to "Get Me Outta Here" by Jet
"He's as heterosexual as they come." "Bullshit. He's sexual. When are you girls ever going to learnt he difference?" - Tim Mathis, The Snow Garden
Monday, March 27, 2006
Glory, glory, football fairy story...
Ya know, one sure way to increase the fan base of soccer is to have THIS be an official move during the game.
Perhaps after every goal, the scoring team has an orgy on the sideline? I know I'D want to watch more soccer...probably even want to go see some matches in person!
Maybe the Europeans are onto something with thier football matches......
POLT = listening to "Last Chance" by Jet
The first thing you need to know is that it's all about sex. - Mike, Queer As Folk
Perhaps after every goal, the scoring team has an orgy on the sideline? I know I'D want to watch more soccer...probably even want to go see some matches in person!
Maybe the Europeans are onto something with thier football matches......
POLT = listening to "Last Chance" by Jet
The first thing you need to know is that it's all about sex. - Mike, Queer As Folk
Nothing words can say, on this our wedding day...
Ya know, I have done NOTHING all day...not even laundry. I have wasted the entire day. And yet, I sit here yawning and tired. Go figure.
At any rate, it's probably time to talk about the wedding Saturday. I don't know why I didnt' take my digital camera along, but I didn't. I took the regular one. And I don't have the entire film used up yet, and I therefore don't have them developed yet. BUt once I do, I'll post them here. So I'll have to do this without photos. Bear with me.
The wedding started at 600, but neither Ghostie nor I knew exactly where we were going, despite having directions. SO I said we should meet at the park-n-ride off the interstate at 430, and that would give us plenty of time to get lost, and still make it to the wedding on time. SO we left about 430 as planned....and reached the wedding site at 500. Oh, Ghostie made a fuss that we were there so early, BUT, it meant that we had our choice of parking spaces AND it gave us a half hour to talk (not that we weren't talking on the way there, but that's not the point, so I'm ignoring it). About 530 we saw a few other people we knew who worked at Borders going in, so we went in with them.
And thusly started the adventure.
It was held at this place Ceresville Mansion in Frederick Maryland. I don't know the whole story behing it, but apparently it used to be this mansion, that now has been converted for uses such as weddings, and reunions, maybe bar mitzahs for all I know. At any rate, it was beautiful. And they had this large verando, with a pool in the middle and a gazebo at the end, and the wedding was supposed to be outside. At least that what I heard.
So we get inside and see the immediate area: there's rooms on either side of the center hallways, and a large board with a photo of Joe and Kelly in the hallway. We are greeted by this lady (who's name I did not get, but whom I named and we all called Bossy Lady). She was short-ish, about up to my chin, I think, late 40's 50 maybe? (I'm no good at judging those things) and wearing the tie, vest and stuff, the uniform of the servers there. She comes up and says, "Everyone can sign the board, there is hot apple cider in that room, and I'll take your coats."
I looked at her and said, "I thought the wedding was taking place outside." She said, "They moved it inside." I said, "Really? they moved it inside?" She got up right under her chin and thrust her finger into my face and said, "Look, son, I work here. I KNOW where the wedding is being held, okay?" ANd I was like, "Here! Take my coat, take my coat!!!" thrusting it out to her. And we laughed.
Oh, Bossy Lady was GREAT! I LOVED her! she was so funny. I picked up a pen trying to think of what to write on the board, but not writing anything. And then I stepped aside so someone else could, and I looked back and saw her, glaring at me. I was like, "Okay, okay, I'll sign it, I'll sign it!" Which i quickly did. Then she said, "And we have hot apple cider over there." I said to her, "Do I want hot apple cider?" ANd she got up to me again, and with the finger said, "Listening, son, I'm a server too, and i'll make CERTAIN I'm serving your table! You've got me all night now!" ANd I moaned. But we all laughed about it, cause she was so funny.
After the service (which I'll get to in a minute, I'm dealing with Bossy Lady antics now), we were ushered back to the two original rooms for cocktails and hors d'ouvers (or however you spell them). And I walked past Bossy Lady (which by the way, we NEVER called her to her face!), and she held a tray of hors....um, fancy snacks. She offered it to us saying, "Fried zuchini?" Susan (one of hte Borders people there) took one, and Bossy Lady held it towards me. I said, "Oh I don't like zuchini." But she pushed the tray a little closer and said, a bit more forcefully, "Fried zuchini!" "Why yes, I think I will, thank you!" I said taking one. It wasn't too bad, even though i don't like zuchini.
After an hour of the cocktail party, mingling, snacking, drinking, Bossy Lady is coming through telling people we can make our way back to the dining area, it's time to eat. So she comes up to me, slaps my arm and says, "Didn't you hear me? I said it's time to eat. Let's go. Chop chop!" I just HAD to laugh. I know it sounds like she was being rude, but she wasn't. it was all campy and joking an shit. She had us all laughing.
It turns out she was the server for our table. I got a photo with her as soon as we sat down, so I'll post that as soon as I get it. She also threatened Ghostie with one of his veggie-kabobs (damn vegetarian) in a photo took of them. When they handed out the cake, there was also a chocolate covered strawberry on the plate. She gave me this big huge mutant freak strawberry! i LOVE chocoalte covered strawberries! I made sure I said goodbye to her, and gave her a big hug when we left. She really made the night fun and enjoyable.
Okay, so what else? The service was held inside (as Bossy Lady said), and it was a beautiful service. Both Joe and Kelly wrote not thier own vows, but thier own promises to each other. And they were in tears while reading them. SO was kathy. I myself teared up too. They were beautiful and touching. Joe's brother was best man. he's also an opera singer, YES, an actualy for real opera singer. Makes his living that way. And he sang at the sevice. That was incredible as well. ANd during the service no one tripped, passed out or fell, so that was good.
We all sat at round tables, but Joe and Kelly had thier own little table near the fireplace, just the two of them. That was cozy. All the Borders people sat at one table. In a corner. Which i suppose considering who we were was a good place to put us.
And this leads to something else: Joe and Kelly both worked at theBorders I did, and there must have been a couple hundred people pass through the doors as employees over that period. nonetheless, the only people invited was Ghostie, Kathy, Ron (who all still work there), David and Susan, Andy and myself (all of us no longer work there), and of course Ron and Andy's wives. That's only 7 peopel total. How much of an honor is it be one of 9 selected out of ALL those other people to be asked to attend. I was truly touched when I realized that.
So anyway, they had place cards for each of us, with our names on the outside and a little symbol in the corner denoting whether you got the beef or salmon (or in Ghostie's case, the vegetarian). And then you flipped the card open and inside my card it read: table Audrey Niffenegger. My thought was, "Oh, our poor waitress, to go through life with a name like that." I showed it to Ghostie and he agreed it was a bad name. "Sounds kinda like you're swearing doesn't it?" I think Susan was the one to ask that. Then Kathy came over and informed us that, no, Audrey Niffenegger was an author, she wrote the Time Traveler's Wife or something like that. yeah, like I knew that! WHen we went in for the meal, I saw the J.K.Rowling table, and the Ernest Hemingway table and the Mark Twain table. Those I understood. But I was at the Niffenegger table. Firgues. Later, during the meal, when Kelly came around she explained that Niffenegger is apparently one of her favorite authors, but she knew no one would know who she was. So she figured she'd put the Borders people there, cause we'd know who she was. um, yeah...okay, well thankfully ONE of us did!
But that wasn't my sole confusion episode of the night, oh NO! During cocktails, there not only brought the ho...fancy snacks around to you, but they had some kinda seafood dip and crackers and stuff on one table. And they had anothre bowl of dip on another table. Behind that in an artfuly decorated basket was some carrots, celery, broccoli, cauliflower, etc. I thought it was simply decoration, until I saw someone pull some out and put it on a plate with some dip. Then I just felt stupid. But again, that wasn't to be the last time of the evening.
When we were seated, none of us were sure which butter knife and plate belonged to whom. But we got by. And I noticed this object above our plates on the table. This is what it was:
I had no idea what it was. I picked it up thinking maybe a ruler, but when I flipped it over, there were no numbers. And it wasn't 12 inches either. So that wasn't it. Maybe a butter knife...without a handle? Nah, that couldn't be it. Kathy saw my confusion and cleared it up for me. It was a bookmark! How appropriate for Borders people! And we all had another laugh at my stupidity.
The meal consisted of pumpkin soup, which was less than impressive. Bossy Lady ran out and didn't have a bowl for me (imagine that) but had to back to the kitchen to get me one. Not all the great I thought. The main course was beef, mashed potatoes and green beans, and carrots. I'm not sure what came with the salmon. The beef was good, except that it had mushroom with it, which I detest. But the meal was good. And then once they cut the cake, we had the cake, which was so good it could have put me into a diabetic coma...but it would have been worth it. And the chocolate covered strawberries!
Oh and depsite having an open bar, I only had a half galss of champagne for the toast and two Cokes. I didn't fell like drinking although it was readily available. SO that's why I was sober and un-hungover on Sunday.
Oh, that bathroom, can't forget that! man, it was fancier than my whole apartment! (which i guess isn't saying much, but nonetheless). It has marble floors, marble halfway up the wall, and above it was luch blue wallpaper with Roman and Greek statues on it. The countertop was marble as well. And they had like cloth handtowels. Well, they weren't really cloth, cause they were disposable, but they were thicker like cloth. And they had a basket there with Rolaids, and some other things in it, included Brushups! I had to take a pack of Brushups, not that I planned on using them but to show the other Borders people. To prove how fancy the bathroom was!
So for their first dance, Joe and Kelly had been taking lessons. And we were all impressed by what they did. Although Joe did later say that they had messed up a lot. But really, no one knew. And then they did a traditional Finnish thing (did I mention that Joe is Finnish? His grandmother still lives there, I believe and she flew over with some relatives to attend. I don't know if she spoke much, or any English, but God love her, she came halfway around the world (almost) for Joe wedding! And looked pretty spry, if a bit restrained [well, we obnoxious Americans probably overwhelmed the poor dear]). They blindfolded Kelly and stood her int he middle of the dancefloor and then all the single females danced around her. And Kelly had a headband of flowers she took off and put on one of thier head. I guess it's similar to the bouquet toss here. Ghostie and I were both ready to run for the bathrooms when the announcement was made, but they apparently decided against a garter toss. THANKS YOU JOE AND KELLY! I HATE that part of the wedding, always have, for YEARS! And this time I didnt' have to worry about it.
The DJ was playing good music (including Dancing Queen by ABBA, which had me dancing in my seat, but not ont he dance floor). A bit later Kathy said, "Well if I'm not gonna be dancing I might as well leave." SO I asked her to dance, and we did. For one song. But still, it was fun.
So, let me see, what else to say? Apparently most of Kelly extended family was there, cause they got a big group picture on the dance floor at one point. There were a number of kids there, but while we were eating, the kids were put at tables in the front rooms where the cocktails were held. Very nice idea. Kept them from disturbing people during the meal, moms and dads could eat and enjoy themselves. Also were several really cute babies there.
And speaking of cute babes, I didnt' harrass, attack or even speak to, Kelly's younger brother, I believe he's named Scott. Oh, I DID visually harrass him, a good protion of the evening (especially during the chicken dance, cause as you know, you gotta stick your ass out during it, but I digress...), but he never knew. No one did. I was just imaging him one of the first times I saw him, five or so years ago, sweaty and shirtless walking through his house....oh, but I'm not allowed to talk about that. Kelly hits me everytime I bring it up. Moving on....
There were other hotties there as well that I undressed in my mind as well, but we'll not dwell on them. Oh, and I was catty a few times, commenting on one guys uni-brow, and a lady's over one shoulder dress that would have looked FABulous on her...if she were about 30 years younger. But let's not spend time on me, this was about Joe and Kelly.
And it was a beautiful incredible wedding. ANd I had an incredible time. And I can never thank them enough for inviting me. Or, more importantly, for being my friends! I love them both!
POLT = listening to "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor
Don't get yourself down unless your'e willing to do something worthwhile when you're down there. - Edith Prickley
At any rate, it's probably time to talk about the wedding Saturday. I don't know why I didnt' take my digital camera along, but I didn't. I took the regular one. And I don't have the entire film used up yet, and I therefore don't have them developed yet. BUt once I do, I'll post them here. So I'll have to do this without photos. Bear with me.
The wedding started at 600, but neither Ghostie nor I knew exactly where we were going, despite having directions. SO I said we should meet at the park-n-ride off the interstate at 430, and that would give us plenty of time to get lost, and still make it to the wedding on time. SO we left about 430 as planned....and reached the wedding site at 500. Oh, Ghostie made a fuss that we were there so early, BUT, it meant that we had our choice of parking spaces AND it gave us a half hour to talk (not that we weren't talking on the way there, but that's not the point, so I'm ignoring it). About 530 we saw a few other people we knew who worked at Borders going in, so we went in with them.
And thusly started the adventure.
It was held at this place Ceresville Mansion in Frederick Maryland. I don't know the whole story behing it, but apparently it used to be this mansion, that now has been converted for uses such as weddings, and reunions, maybe bar mitzahs for all I know. At any rate, it was beautiful. And they had this large verando, with a pool in the middle and a gazebo at the end, and the wedding was supposed to be outside. At least that what I heard.
So we get inside and see the immediate area: there's rooms on either side of the center hallways, and a large board with a photo of Joe and Kelly in the hallway. We are greeted by this lady (who's name I did not get, but whom I named and we all called Bossy Lady). She was short-ish, about up to my chin, I think, late 40's 50 maybe? (I'm no good at judging those things) and wearing the tie, vest and stuff, the uniform of the servers there. She comes up and says, "Everyone can sign the board, there is hot apple cider in that room, and I'll take your coats."
I looked at her and said, "I thought the wedding was taking place outside." She said, "They moved it inside." I said, "Really? they moved it inside?" She got up right under her chin and thrust her finger into my face and said, "Look, son, I work here. I KNOW where the wedding is being held, okay?" ANd I was like, "Here! Take my coat, take my coat!!!" thrusting it out to her. And we laughed.
Oh, Bossy Lady was GREAT! I LOVED her! she was so funny. I picked up a pen trying to think of what to write on the board, but not writing anything. And then I stepped aside so someone else could, and I looked back and saw her, glaring at me. I was like, "Okay, okay, I'll sign it, I'll sign it!" Which i quickly did. Then she said, "And we have hot apple cider over there." I said to her, "Do I want hot apple cider?" ANd she got up to me again, and with the finger said, "Listening, son, I'm a server too, and i'll make CERTAIN I'm serving your table! You've got me all night now!" ANd I moaned. But we all laughed about it, cause she was so funny.
After the service (which I'll get to in a minute, I'm dealing with Bossy Lady antics now), we were ushered back to the two original rooms for cocktails and hors d'ouvers (or however you spell them). And I walked past Bossy Lady (which by the way, we NEVER called her to her face!), and she held a tray of hors....um, fancy snacks. She offered it to us saying, "Fried zuchini?" Susan (one of hte Borders people there) took one, and Bossy Lady held it towards me. I said, "Oh I don't like zuchini." But she pushed the tray a little closer and said, a bit more forcefully, "Fried zuchini!" "Why yes, I think I will, thank you!" I said taking one. It wasn't too bad, even though i don't like zuchini.
After an hour of the cocktail party, mingling, snacking, drinking, Bossy Lady is coming through telling people we can make our way back to the dining area, it's time to eat. So she comes up to me, slaps my arm and says, "Didn't you hear me? I said it's time to eat. Let's go. Chop chop!" I just HAD to laugh. I know it sounds like she was being rude, but she wasn't. it was all campy and joking an shit. She had us all laughing.
It turns out she was the server for our table. I got a photo with her as soon as we sat down, so I'll post that as soon as I get it. She also threatened Ghostie with one of his veggie-kabobs (damn vegetarian) in a photo took of them. When they handed out the cake, there was also a chocolate covered strawberry on the plate. She gave me this big huge mutant freak strawberry! i LOVE chocoalte covered strawberries! I made sure I said goodbye to her, and gave her a big hug when we left. She really made the night fun and enjoyable.
Okay, so what else? The service was held inside (as Bossy Lady said), and it was a beautiful service. Both Joe and Kelly wrote not thier own vows, but thier own promises to each other. And they were in tears while reading them. SO was kathy. I myself teared up too. They were beautiful and touching. Joe's brother was best man. he's also an opera singer, YES, an actualy for real opera singer. Makes his living that way. And he sang at the sevice. That was incredible as well. ANd during the service no one tripped, passed out or fell, so that was good.
We all sat at round tables, but Joe and Kelly had thier own little table near the fireplace, just the two of them. That was cozy. All the Borders people sat at one table. In a corner. Which i suppose considering who we were was a good place to put us.
And this leads to something else: Joe and Kelly both worked at theBorders I did, and there must have been a couple hundred people pass through the doors as employees over that period. nonetheless, the only people invited was Ghostie, Kathy, Ron (who all still work there), David and Susan, Andy and myself (all of us no longer work there), and of course Ron and Andy's wives. That's only 7 peopel total. How much of an honor is it be one of 9 selected out of ALL those other people to be asked to attend. I was truly touched when I realized that.
So anyway, they had place cards for each of us, with our names on the outside and a little symbol in the corner denoting whether you got the beef or salmon (or in Ghostie's case, the vegetarian). And then you flipped the card open and inside my card it read: table Audrey Niffenegger. My thought was, "Oh, our poor waitress, to go through life with a name like that." I showed it to Ghostie and he agreed it was a bad name. "Sounds kinda like you're swearing doesn't it?" I think Susan was the one to ask that. Then Kathy came over and informed us that, no, Audrey Niffenegger was an author, she wrote the Time Traveler's Wife or something like that. yeah, like I knew that! WHen we went in for the meal, I saw the J.K.Rowling table, and the Ernest Hemingway table and the Mark Twain table. Those I understood. But I was at the Niffenegger table. Firgues. Later, during the meal, when Kelly came around she explained that Niffenegger is apparently one of her favorite authors, but she knew no one would know who she was. So she figured she'd put the Borders people there, cause we'd know who she was. um, yeah...okay, well thankfully ONE of us did!
But that wasn't my sole confusion episode of the night, oh NO! During cocktails, there not only brought the ho...fancy snacks around to you, but they had some kinda seafood dip and crackers and stuff on one table. And they had anothre bowl of dip on another table. Behind that in an artfuly decorated basket was some carrots, celery, broccoli, cauliflower, etc. I thought it was simply decoration, until I saw someone pull some out and put it on a plate with some dip. Then I just felt stupid. But again, that wasn't to be the last time of the evening.
When we were seated, none of us were sure which butter knife and plate belonged to whom. But we got by. And I noticed this object above our plates on the table. This is what it was:
I had no idea what it was. I picked it up thinking maybe a ruler, but when I flipped it over, there were no numbers. And it wasn't 12 inches either. So that wasn't it. Maybe a butter knife...without a handle? Nah, that couldn't be it. Kathy saw my confusion and cleared it up for me. It was a bookmark! How appropriate for Borders people! And we all had another laugh at my stupidity.
The meal consisted of pumpkin soup, which was less than impressive. Bossy Lady ran out and didn't have a bowl for me (imagine that) but had to back to the kitchen to get me one. Not all the great I thought. The main course was beef, mashed potatoes and green beans, and carrots. I'm not sure what came with the salmon. The beef was good, except that it had mushroom with it, which I detest. But the meal was good. And then once they cut the cake, we had the cake, which was so good it could have put me into a diabetic coma...but it would have been worth it. And the chocolate covered strawberries!
Oh and depsite having an open bar, I only had a half galss of champagne for the toast and two Cokes. I didn't fell like drinking although it was readily available. SO that's why I was sober and un-hungover on Sunday.
Oh, that bathroom, can't forget that! man, it was fancier than my whole apartment! (which i guess isn't saying much, but nonetheless). It has marble floors, marble halfway up the wall, and above it was luch blue wallpaper with Roman and Greek statues on it. The countertop was marble as well. And they had like cloth handtowels. Well, they weren't really cloth, cause they were disposable, but they were thicker like cloth. And they had a basket there with Rolaids, and some other things in it, included Brushups! I had to take a pack of Brushups, not that I planned on using them but to show the other Borders people. To prove how fancy the bathroom was!
So for their first dance, Joe and Kelly had been taking lessons. And we were all impressed by what they did. Although Joe did later say that they had messed up a lot. But really, no one knew. And then they did a traditional Finnish thing (did I mention that Joe is Finnish? His grandmother still lives there, I believe and she flew over with some relatives to attend. I don't know if she spoke much, or any English, but God love her, she came halfway around the world (almost) for Joe wedding! And looked pretty spry, if a bit restrained [well, we obnoxious Americans probably overwhelmed the poor dear]). They blindfolded Kelly and stood her int he middle of the dancefloor and then all the single females danced around her. And Kelly had a headband of flowers she took off and put on one of thier head. I guess it's similar to the bouquet toss here. Ghostie and I were both ready to run for the bathrooms when the announcement was made, but they apparently decided against a garter toss. THANKS YOU JOE AND KELLY! I HATE that part of the wedding, always have, for YEARS! And this time I didnt' have to worry about it.
The DJ was playing good music (including Dancing Queen by ABBA, which had me dancing in my seat, but not ont he dance floor). A bit later Kathy said, "Well if I'm not gonna be dancing I might as well leave." SO I asked her to dance, and we did. For one song. But still, it was fun.
So, let me see, what else to say? Apparently most of Kelly extended family was there, cause they got a big group picture on the dance floor at one point. There were a number of kids there, but while we were eating, the kids were put at tables in the front rooms where the cocktails were held. Very nice idea. Kept them from disturbing people during the meal, moms and dads could eat and enjoy themselves. Also were several really cute babies there.
And speaking of cute babes, I didnt' harrass, attack or even speak to, Kelly's younger brother, I believe he's named Scott. Oh, I DID visually harrass him, a good protion of the evening (especially during the chicken dance, cause as you know, you gotta stick your ass out during it, but I digress...), but he never knew. No one did. I was just imaging him one of the first times I saw him, five or so years ago, sweaty and shirtless walking through his house....oh, but I'm not allowed to talk about that. Kelly hits me everytime I bring it up. Moving on....
There were other hotties there as well that I undressed in my mind as well, but we'll not dwell on them. Oh, and I was catty a few times, commenting on one guys uni-brow, and a lady's over one shoulder dress that would have looked FABulous on her...if she were about 30 years younger. But let's not spend time on me, this was about Joe and Kelly.
And it was a beautiful incredible wedding. ANd I had an incredible time. And I can never thank them enough for inviting me. Or, more importantly, for being my friends! I love them both!
POLT = listening to "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor
Don't get yourself down unless your'e willing to do something worthwhile when you're down there. - Edith Prickley
No way, cause I'll stop...
Just so everyone knows, and just so we're all clear, and just so there's no questions in the future, I will not ever have an Angelina Jolie Sunday column. Anyone who wants one of those is recommended to visit www.blogger.com and set up thier own blog.
Now that that's clear, thank you for your time.
Oh, and despite how much someone might want it to be so, the San Francisco 49ers are NOT the vile enemy to Dallas Cowboy fans. That honor is reserved for the viel Washington Redskins. You're free, in your jealousy and envy, to hate the Cowboys as much as you may wish, but bear in mind, we hold no animosity towards the 49ers and thier fans...a bit of pity perhaps, but no animosity.
Once again, thank you for your time.
POLT = listening to "Ruined In A Day" by New Order
Cigarettes are the the only legal product that, when used as directed, causes death. - Anna Quindlen
Now that that's clear, thank you for your time.
Oh, and despite how much someone might want it to be so, the San Francisco 49ers are NOT the vile enemy to Dallas Cowboy fans. That honor is reserved for the viel Washington Redskins. You're free, in your jealousy and envy, to hate the Cowboys as much as you may wish, but bear in mind, we hold no animosity towards the 49ers and thier fans...a bit of pity perhaps, but no animosity.
Once again, thank you for your time.
POLT = listening to "Ruined In A Day" by New Order
Cigarettes are the the only legal product that, when used as directed, causes death. - Anna Quindlen
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Survive, stay alive, can't say where it ends....
So I'm back. I survived the wedding, intact, and sober. But had a BLAST! I'll post more about it soon. Got some pics too, but I took them with a regular camera and not the digital so I have to wait until I get them developed to scan them to post them. SO that might take a little while. But I'll post about the evening itself here soon. Both the bride and groom, apparently read my blog on occasion cause they both, sepereately, asked if they'd read about the wedding here! Luckily, they'd been so busy with wedding stuff they did have a chance to check it this week, so they didn't see the unwrapped gifts! I didn't even know they read the blog! Didn't even think they had the address! Lucky for me the wedding kept em busy!
Anyway, I'm kinda busy today as well, but i have off tomorrow with nothing in my future but laundry (ugh), so I'll try to find time to post about it tomorrow!
POLT = listening to "Everything Zen" by Bush
And if I were a garden, I'd bloom in black for you. - Ozzy Osbourne
Anyway, I'm kinda busy today as well, but i have off tomorrow with nothing in my future but laundry (ugh), so I'll try to find time to post about it tomorrow!
POLT = listening to "Everything Zen" by Bush
And if I were a garden, I'd bloom in black for you. - Ozzy Osbourne
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Can we make this kinda quick, you see...
This is just a quick post to let anyone stopping by know that today I have to work (which is where I'm posting from. Shhh, if you won't tell, i won't tell), and soon after that I have to go to that wedding, which starts at 600 pm. I have no idea when it will be over and when I will get home. Nor, actually what condition I'll be in when I do get home (there be alcohol ahead in Uncle Polt's future, methinks!).
So in case there's no other posting for Saturday, now you know why.
POLT = listening to the crappy work sounds at work
You're jerking my ambulatory extremity, buddy! - Metamorpho, Justice League Europe
So in case there's no other posting for Saturday, now you know why.
POLT = listening to the crappy work sounds at work
You're jerking my ambulatory extremity, buddy! - Metamorpho, Justice League Europe
Friday, March 24, 2006
A kiss is just a kiss...
Frenching Fridays
POLT = listening to "Into The Great White Open" by Tom Petty
You go to hell for a lot of reasons, but not for lovin' someone. - Harely Quinn, Harley Quinn #22
Strobe light, strobe light, underneath the strobe light...
One more work related story. We have a small bathroom near my office, it's only a toilet and a sink, not much larger than a closet. It's lit by one light fixture with two flourescent bulbs. Late yesterday, I went into the bathroom and as I shut the door, i hit the light swtich.
And was greeting a strobing effect that would have done any gay dance club proud. Now mind you, this bathroom has no windows, so this is the only sort of light available. I don't know if you've ever had to, but let me assure you, it's not easy to take a piss when there no light but a strobe effect. I'm pretty sure I hit the toilet all the time....
After me a female co-worker went in, even though I warned her. She came out nauseaous and feeling dizzy. For the rest of the day a good portion of today, we had to take a flashlight in with us, cause it was way better, albeit not as easy, as going with a strobe light.
POLT = listening to "Head On" by The Pixies
When it comes to measuring wood, I'm an expert. - Brian, Queer As Folk
And was greeting a strobing effect that would have done any gay dance club proud. Now mind you, this bathroom has no windows, so this is the only sort of light available. I don't know if you've ever had to, but let me assure you, it's not easy to take a piss when there no light but a strobe effect. I'm pretty sure I hit the toilet all the time....
After me a female co-worker went in, even though I warned her. She came out nauseaous and feeling dizzy. For the rest of the day a good portion of today, we had to take a flashlight in with us, cause it was way better, albeit not as easy, as going with a strobe light.
POLT = listening to "Head On" by The Pixies
When it comes to measuring wood, I'm an expert. - Brian, Queer As Folk
Here's a reality check from the streets...
Today was not a good day. It's wasnt a particularly bad either, just nothing seemed to go right. I had started a few project that all fell apart in the morning. Luckily, things feel into place in the afternoon to cover the problems, so most of it worked out well, but I was still not happy in the morning.
And then I get a "heads up" from one of my superiors. he says ANOTHER superior was asking about my leave slips. Now, I always put in a slip when I'm off. And as for being late, well I ususally am. But not more than 10 minutes. And today, I called in to say I'll work 9-5 instead of 8-4 (for that extra hour of sleep), and I DID stay until 500!
But I know where this is coming from: the office bitch/life vampire. You know the type: everything has to be HER way, and if you offer another way of accomplishing the same thing, well it's WRONG! and she sucks the fun and life out of ANY situation. And she schmoozes two of the bosses so well, they can't see how she is. She has her head so far up thier asses she can see thier tonsils. And I had had it out with her last week that I simply do NOT have enough time to do the duties that have been thrust upon me, some that used to be hers. And she told me I'd have to take that up with "the big boss", and I assured I would, once I got time. SO my figuring is, she beat me to him, and brought up how I don't have enough time cause I'm cheating on my vacation and leave and stuff or soemthing equally outrageous. (I DO take a lot of time off, but I submit slips for it, and I have the time to take, there's no cheating involved)
At ANY rate, it was her being her own bitchy/vampire self that even brought this up. I know it is. So right away, my hackles are up and I'm expecting the worst, cause that's usually what happens.
So at the end of the day, I see the department heads going off into a meeting, and unscheduled meeting, and right away, my office paranoia kicks in and I think (the "big boss" is telling them to watch and monitor my comings and goings), and it pissed me off (She's done shit like this before, so this isn't anything new either).
A bit later, a department head,named T, takes a co-worker off to the side and talks to him privately, and even when I walk by, I hear hushes voices from them. So I figure the word's being passed to monitor me. After a bit later, I manage to get the co-worker alone, and casually ask what the big secret was, with T, if he's allowed to tell me.
He says T has cancer in several of his organs (kidneys, liver, etc) and will be starting chemo Thursday, and probably will be at work off and on for a bit. And that's what the meetings were about. And T doesn't really want it spread all over, hence all the secrecy.
Ain't it something when life bitch slaps you with reality life a large slimy fish across your face? Here I was, fretting, worrying, getting all pissed about petty office politics, and in fact it was all about T and his cancer. Kinda put everything in persepective, eh?
And now, I kinda feel like a heel, but also, feel sad for T. BUt at least my own issues with the office bitch/vampire are in their proper perspective now. But what a way for it to happen.
POLT = listening to "The Drugs Don't Work" by The Verve
What you guys consider homosexual, we call a stunt. - Steve-O, Jackass
And then I get a "heads up" from one of my superiors. he says ANOTHER superior was asking about my leave slips. Now, I always put in a slip when I'm off. And as for being late, well I ususally am. But not more than 10 minutes. And today, I called in to say I'll work 9-5 instead of 8-4 (for that extra hour of sleep), and I DID stay until 500!
But I know where this is coming from: the office bitch/life vampire. You know the type: everything has to be HER way, and if you offer another way of accomplishing the same thing, well it's WRONG! and she sucks the fun and life out of ANY situation. And she schmoozes two of the bosses so well, they can't see how she is. She has her head so far up thier asses she can see thier tonsils. And I had had it out with her last week that I simply do NOT have enough time to do the duties that have been thrust upon me, some that used to be hers. And she told me I'd have to take that up with "the big boss", and I assured I would, once I got time. SO my figuring is, she beat me to him, and brought up how I don't have enough time cause I'm cheating on my vacation and leave and stuff or soemthing equally outrageous. (I DO take a lot of time off, but I submit slips for it, and I have the time to take, there's no cheating involved)
At ANY rate, it was her being her own bitchy/vampire self that even brought this up. I know it is. So right away, my hackles are up and I'm expecting the worst, cause that's usually what happens.
So at the end of the day, I see the department heads going off into a meeting, and unscheduled meeting, and right away, my office paranoia kicks in and I think (the "big boss" is telling them to watch and monitor my comings and goings), and it pissed me off (She's done shit like this before, so this isn't anything new either).
A bit later, a department head,named T, takes a co-worker off to the side and talks to him privately, and even when I walk by, I hear hushes voices from them. So I figure the word's being passed to monitor me. After a bit later, I manage to get the co-worker alone, and casually ask what the big secret was, with T, if he's allowed to tell me.
He says T has cancer in several of his organs (kidneys, liver, etc) and will be starting chemo Thursday, and probably will be at work off and on for a bit. And that's what the meetings were about. And T doesn't really want it spread all over, hence all the secrecy.
Ain't it something when life bitch slaps you with reality life a large slimy fish across your face? Here I was, fretting, worrying, getting all pissed about petty office politics, and in fact it was all about T and his cancer. Kinda put everything in persepective, eh?
And now, I kinda feel like a heel, but also, feel sad for T. BUt at least my own issues with the office bitch/vampire are in their proper perspective now. But what a way for it to happen.
POLT = listening to "The Drugs Don't Work" by The Verve
What you guys consider homosexual, we call a stunt. - Steve-O, Jackass
Thursday, March 23, 2006
An unwrapped gift from me to you...
As I mentioned previously, I'm attending a wedding this Saturday. As I mentioned a few weeks ago, Ghostie and I are going, and we picked out gifts together off the registry at Bed Bath And Beyond. But my portion of the gifts have just been laying around here doing nothing, and not getting themselves wrapped.
So this evening when Ag came up, I asked her to supervise me wrapping them. And to commemorate the ordeal, we took photos!
This is me, pre-gift wrap. See how anxious I look (two beers prior to attempting to wrap will give you a look like that).
So this evening when Ag came up, I asked her to supervise me wrapping them. And to commemorate the ordeal, we took photos!
This is me, pre-gift wrap. See how anxious I look (two beers prior to attempting to wrap will give you a look like that).
Cutting the paper was dangerous, one never knows when one might cut at a bad angle, or slice one's finger off! (especially after a few beers)
Ag helped with some of (and by some of, I mean the vast majority of) the wrapping.
And here I am, proudly displaying the wrapped items!
It all came out good in the end! No scissor slices, no paper cuts, no unsightly tears in the paper, no unseemly bulges of excess paper. Just a fine, Ag induced wrap job!
POLT = listening to "Girlfriend In A Coma" by The Smiths
Six times in forty-five minutes? Not since I was eighteen! - Emmett, Queer As Folk
I feel the need to be naked with you (HNT pt2)...
Welcome to this week's Half-Nekkid Thursday!
Today, I give you the following:
Yes, like last week, I took a photo of my lower extremities, but this time I put both of them in it. Also, they are resting against my Wall O'Man, which hangs above my bed. Those are all framed photos of that supermodel Travis. Pant, pant....
Anyway, if you desire any more info on HNT, click on the appropriate box on the left!
POLT = listening to "Discotheque" by U2
The truth is, if either of you had any idea how intelligent I am right now...you'd just piss. - Professor Q, Monarchy #4
Cause we're better off seperated....
Seperated at birth?
Jay McCarroll from Project Runway 1st Season AND Larry The Cable Guy
You decide.
POLT = listening to "Want You Bad" by the Offspring
"This is the worst thing you have ever done!" "You say that so much it's lost it's meaning." - Homer Simpson
Jay McCarroll from Project Runway 1st Season AND Larry The Cable Guy
You decide.
POLT = listening to "Want You Bad" by the Offspring
"This is the worst thing you have ever done!" "You say that so much it's lost it's meaning." - Homer Simpson
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
RANDOM MAPQUEST LOCATION
1967 38th street, Astoria NY
POLT = listening to "Blank Page" by Smashing Pumpkins
There's nothing quite as queer as having a crush on a comic book character, unless it's wishing you could be one. - Michael Rowe
POLT = listening to "Blank Page" by Smashing Pumpkins
There's nothing quite as queer as having a crush on a comic book character, unless it's wishing you could be one. - Michael Rowe
We're just waiting for the Kevin to fall...
Kevin? KEVIN???? Chicken Little gets kicked off??? how is that? Lisa was horrible last night, and Bucky wasn't too good either. Oh, well, at least Ace is still there.......*sigh*.....Ace......drool.... drool.....
POLT = listening to "Is This It?" by The Strokes
Talk, or I'll let air all the way into your spinal cord, darling. - Emma Frost, X-Men Annual 2001
POLT = listening to "Is This It?" by The Strokes
Talk, or I'll let air all the way into your spinal cord, darling. - Emma Frost, X-Men Annual 2001
Invisible, unlivable, just dysfunctional, shut down...
SO, today I get back to work after a day of training and the weekend off. Naturally, I've got work piled up waiting for me. I got on the computer, and check my email. And there's one there from the IT department. THe main software we use will be upgraded today, from 9-3. Sorry for any inconvience.
SORRY? For shutting down our software so 85% of what I need to do I can't do? Oh, why be sorry for that? I understand perfectly! I mean, it's MUCH better to inconvenience 45-50 people who need that stuff to do thier jobs today rather than inconvenience 3 IT guys by making them come in maybe at midnight or so and getting it done while almost no one is there! Oh yes, that makes SO much more sense!
I hate the stupidity of people. I need to find another planet and make myself king, and run things the way they SHOULD be run! ...probably be a lonely place though....
POLT = listening to "Trip Like I Do" by The Crystal Method
Religion and government will both exist in greater purity the less they are mixed together. - James Madison
SORRY? For shutting down our software so 85% of what I need to do I can't do? Oh, why be sorry for that? I understand perfectly! I mean, it's MUCH better to inconvenience 45-50 people who need that stuff to do thier jobs today rather than inconvenience 3 IT guys by making them come in maybe at midnight or so and getting it done while almost no one is there! Oh yes, that makes SO much more sense!
I hate the stupidity of people. I need to find another planet and make myself king, and run things the way they SHOULD be run! ...probably be a lonely place though....
POLT = listening to "Trip Like I Do" by The Crystal Method
Religion and government will both exist in greater purity the less they are mixed together. - James Madison
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Hidden behind the idols you adore (week 2)...
I didn't catch all the performances in thier entirety on American Idol this week...I'm trying to wean myself off of the show, since I'm kinda pissed at myself for getting roped into it in the first place. Nonetheless, I do have a few comments:
Bucky, still love the hair, I think it's hot. Maybe he can get a modeling career going or posing for gay porn mags or something, cause he sure is not long for this show.
If either Paris or Chris is NOT the winner of this season, it will be proof positive that the whole thing is rigged. Personally, I think Chris is head and shoulders above them all, this was an outstanding rendition of Walk The Line, but Paris is pretty damn good too.
Taylor looks like he's having a seizure. And his voice is unimpressive. He can leave at any time.
Kevin just makes me laugh, even when he's trying to be really serious. I only see Chicken Little. I hope the kid hangs around for a bit longer, he's fun.
Lisa had the weakest performance of the night, in my opinion. I expect her to go.
It's pretty hard to mess up Patsy Kline, who has the voice of an angel. But trying to sing her like Christina Whore-guleira is a damn good way to do it. And Kellie did that perfectly. Plus she showed that she IS a natural blond, "Minx? I thought he was callin' me a coat!" God, sweetie, go back to the trailer park and find yourself a Billy-Joe-Jim-Bob of your own, pop out about a half dozen kids and get a part time job at Wal-Mart. It IS your destiny. Read it and weep.
Ace...oh, Ace, you could sing the Yellow Pages to me, and I'd love it. Just watching him tonight, singing like that into the camera...the hair falling into his eyes....the soulful pleading quality to him....well, the boy, he made me moist. His singing....God who CARES about his singing????? No, I don't think he's gonna be on the competition for much longer either, but sweet Jesus he is sexy. He's the stuff that dreams are made of for teen aged girls (and, I'm not ashamed to say it, gay men in thier 30's!).
Tomorrow night, Lisa goes. Simon will say something snarky. Paula might be sober. And Barry sings, hopefully Copacobana, I'll be dancing all about the living room!
POLT = listening to "Lemon" by U2
One of the children just threw up on Metamorpho! - Justice League Europe
Bucky, still love the hair, I think it's hot. Maybe he can get a modeling career going or posing for gay porn mags or something, cause he sure is not long for this show.
If either Paris or Chris is NOT the winner of this season, it will be proof positive that the whole thing is rigged. Personally, I think Chris is head and shoulders above them all, this was an outstanding rendition of Walk The Line, but Paris is pretty damn good too.
Taylor looks like he's having a seizure. And his voice is unimpressive. He can leave at any time.
Kevin just makes me laugh, even when he's trying to be really serious. I only see Chicken Little. I hope the kid hangs around for a bit longer, he's fun.
Lisa had the weakest performance of the night, in my opinion. I expect her to go.
It's pretty hard to mess up Patsy Kline, who has the voice of an angel. But trying to sing her like Christina Whore-guleira is a damn good way to do it. And Kellie did that perfectly. Plus she showed that she IS a natural blond, "Minx? I thought he was callin' me a coat!" God, sweetie, go back to the trailer park and find yourself a Billy-Joe-Jim-Bob of your own, pop out about a half dozen kids and get a part time job at Wal-Mart. It IS your destiny. Read it and weep.
Ace...oh, Ace, you could sing the Yellow Pages to me, and I'd love it. Just watching him tonight, singing like that into the camera...the hair falling into his eyes....the soulful pleading quality to him....well, the boy, he made me moist. His singing....God who CARES about his singing????? No, I don't think he's gonna be on the competition for much longer either, but sweet Jesus he is sexy. He's the stuff that dreams are made of for teen aged girls (and, I'm not ashamed to say it, gay men in thier 30's!).
Tomorrow night, Lisa goes. Simon will say something snarky. Paula might be sober. And Barry sings, hopefully Copacobana, I'll be dancing all about the living room!
POLT = listening to "Lemon" by U2
One of the children just threw up on Metamorpho! - Justice League Europe
Down like this, you've been dismissed...
Debra Lafave, a 24 year old teacher in Florida, has sex with a 14 year old male student. She's charged with statutory rape. Then today, the prosecutors drop all the charges. They want to spare the victim the ordeal of a trial.What the HELL??????
Had this been a 24 year old MALE teacher and a 14 year old FEMALE student, would this same outcome have occurred??? I think not. So we're not gonna spare a 14 year old FEMALE student the ordeal of a trial? 14 year old girls can handle that moreso than 14 year old boys?? God, what a horrible decision!! I just can't understand it.
Or maybe it means if you're a cute, young petite blonde chick, with big blue eyes who looks good in a dress, we have a different system of criminal justice for you.
And this is in Florida, where apparently it's okay for a woman to have sex with a 14 year old, but GOD FORBID a 14 year is adopted by a loving gay couple, even if one of that couple is the kids biological parent.
What hypocracy! And what a travesty of justice...in both examples.
POLT = listening to "Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me" by Elton John
Nobody ever lay in his deathbed and wished he had worked longer hours.
When wedding bells chime, I think of the day...
I'm going to a wedding this Saturday with Ghostie driving an me navigating (God help us both). Its' two really good friends that I used to work with at Borders. And I'm glad their getting together, they're a cute couple.
It's gonna be a big affair, with guests coming from New Jersey, California, and even from Finland! So this outta be something memorable. I just wonder if maybe something like THIS will take place?
Is this some obscure heterosexual wedding tradition I don't know about? Or is this the result of an open, and well-visited, bar? I coudl definately see this being a very interesting festivity to take place this Saturday? I wonder, is there a tactful way to suggest this take place?
POLT = listening to "My Own Private Idaho" by The B-52's
Love means never having to say you'll swallow. - Cameron Tuttle
It's gonna be a big affair, with guests coming from New Jersey, California, and even from Finland! So this outta be something memorable. I just wonder if maybe something like THIS will take place?
Is this some obscure heterosexual wedding tradition I don't know about? Or is this the result of an open, and well-visited, bar? I coudl definately see this being a very interesting festivity to take place this Saturday? I wonder, is there a tactful way to suggest this take place?
POLT = listening to "My Own Private Idaho" by The B-52's
Love means never having to say you'll swallow. - Cameron Tuttle
Training Day, in my hood....
Today, I had to go to that training that I just found out about less than a week ago. It was supposed to snow a bit, but luckily, the weather held out for us. I certainly wouldn't have wanted to drive to Annapolis, over the two mountains and on the Interstates and the Beltway in slow, sleet, or even rain.
The trip down was rather easy, considering it was Baltimore rush hour traffic. BUt we only had a few slow spots, not real stops or anything. The training itself was actually, surprisingly, informative, fun and enjoyable. And the drive home went much quicker, as we got out and onto the beltway before the evening rush our traffic.
During the training, I kept checking out this other guy there: Duane. He was from a neighboring facility. He was tall, I mean tall. I'm 6'1 and he was a good 6-8 inches taller than me. And he was thin. And his last name, beginning with H was the same last name as a a very tall thin guy with the name Derek that I had gone to school with. And I wondered if they were related. Finally I decided they HAD to be.
So during a break, I asked him where he went to school, and he said the same one i had attended. SO I told I went to school with Derek and he said Derek was his brother! How cool.
Derek and I never really were close, he was a jock, kinda arrogant, and we never had much interaction, but I knew him. SO Duane and I talked a bit then (which didn't bother me at all considering Duane is MUCH hotter than his brother!), and we exchanged office numbers and he's going to come to my workplace for a tour (with some co-workers too, dammit). ANd we've got each other as a contact now, if we need something.
Networking can be fun AND interesting!
At any rate, it was a pretty darn good day. Very nice to be out of the office, have a pleasant drive, with pleasant company and enjoy myself. Unfortunately, tomorrow's back to the grind....argghhh!
POLT = listening to "Every You, Every Me" by Placebo
Life is a game and true love a trophy. - Rufus Wainwright "Poses"
The trip down was rather easy, considering it was Baltimore rush hour traffic. BUt we only had a few slow spots, not real stops or anything. The training itself was actually, surprisingly, informative, fun and enjoyable. And the drive home went much quicker, as we got out and onto the beltway before the evening rush our traffic.
During the training, I kept checking out this other guy there: Duane. He was from a neighboring facility. He was tall, I mean tall. I'm 6'1 and he was a good 6-8 inches taller than me. And he was thin. And his last name, beginning with H was the same last name as a a very tall thin guy with the name Derek that I had gone to school with. And I wondered if they were related. Finally I decided they HAD to be.
So during a break, I asked him where he went to school, and he said the same one i had attended. SO I told I went to school with Derek and he said Derek was his brother! How cool.
Derek and I never really were close, he was a jock, kinda arrogant, and we never had much interaction, but I knew him. SO Duane and I talked a bit then (which didn't bother me at all considering Duane is MUCH hotter than his brother!), and we exchanged office numbers and he's going to come to my workplace for a tour (with some co-workers too, dammit). ANd we've got each other as a contact now, if we need something.
Networking can be fun AND interesting!
At any rate, it was a pretty darn good day. Very nice to be out of the office, have a pleasant drive, with pleasant company and enjoy myself. Unfortunately, tomorrow's back to the grind....argghhh!
POLT = listening to "Every You, Every Me" by Placebo
Life is a game and true love a trophy. - Rufus Wainwright "Poses"
They want from me blood, death and taxes...
I worked on my Federal taxes yesterday (finally) and found out I'll be getting about $900 back. My state taxes always come out even, but I owe local taxes of like $300. Boo-hiss. In the end though I should be coming out $600 or so ahead. Yippee!
Ya know, when I worked for Borders, I made about $4000 a year more than I am now, yet I got back $500 less in taxes at the end of the year. I figured I'd lose some money cause I was makign a little more, but come ON, that much more?
Oh well, doesn't matter now, I don't work at Borders anymore. Thusly I'll end up with $600 more than I had before. WHooo-Hooo!
POLT = listening to "You Oughta Know" by Alanis Morisette
It's okay to grow up, just so long as you don't grow old. - Jarvis Cocker
Ya know, when I worked for Borders, I made about $4000 a year more than I am now, yet I got back $500 less in taxes at the end of the year. I figured I'd lose some money cause I was makign a little more, but come ON, that much more?
Oh well, doesn't matter now, I don't work at Borders anymore. Thusly I'll end up with $600 more than I had before. WHooo-Hooo!
POLT = listening to "You Oughta Know" by Alanis Morisette
It's okay to grow up, just so long as you don't grow old. - Jarvis Cocker
Monday, March 20, 2006
I come from the water, that weren't no easy thing...
Like Venus rising from the sea in that famous painting, I too have found beauty emerging from water!
How come whenever I'm at the ocean or lake, I don't see things like this? Guess I'm not going to the right beaches, eh?
POLT = listening to "Where's Your Head At?" by Basement Jaxx
I like dick. I wanna get fucked by dick, I wanna suck dick, I like sucking dick. And I'm good at it too. - Justin, Queer As Folk
How come whenever I'm at the ocean or lake, I don't see things like this? Guess I'm not going to the right beaches, eh?
POLT = listening to "Where's Your Head At?" by Basement Jaxx
I like dick. I wanna get fucked by dick, I wanna suck dick, I like sucking dick. And I'm good at it too. - Justin, Queer As Folk
Take me far from here, burn that gasoline...
Anyone notice how the gas prices (around here anyway) have risen to aobut 2.45 a gallon? And less than two weeks ago, I got gas here for 2.15 a gallon. SO why the 30 cent a gallon increase in two weeks? Has there been another hurricane? Perhaps an invasion of another oil producing country? No. What's happened is Iran has threatened to "re-evaluate" thier oil exports depending on how things shake out with the UN and the Iran nuclear progam issue.
My point has nothing to do with the UN or nuclear program. my point is, we're now paying 30 cents more a gallon for gas because someone threatened something. Because of something that might happen. But it just as likely may NOT happen. That's like someone raising the price of orange juice on the shelves TODAY because there is a forecast of a harsh winter for Florida next winter! It's crazy! SO if Iran does NOT re-evaluate it's oil exports, will the oil companies DROP the price of oil in two weeks by 30 cents? Pffft, don't hold your breath.
I am not opposed to paying a higher price for gas IF I know the extra money is going someone for the common good, perhaps to fund more ecologically friendly cars, to improve the roads in a given state, etc. What pisses me off, is my extra money is going directly into the pockets of oil company CEO's, who already that year had record breaking profits! You'd think they cold afford to absorb some of the extra cost for us now given how they gouged us last September! But no. They're greedy sons-of-bitches, and they knew, because the goverment is run currently by oil men, that they can get away with it, without any oversight or threat of reprisals.
Welcome to America in 2006: Land of the free (to steal money from your comsumers with impunity), home of the greedy billionaire CEO's. Hopefully, the AMerican people wake up and give us a Democratic Senate and possibly House in November. I don't think this country can survive two more years of Republican rule.
POLT = listening to "Because The Night" by 10,000 Maniacs
If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner, you have learned how to live.
My point has nothing to do with the UN or nuclear program. my point is, we're now paying 30 cents more a gallon for gas because someone threatened something. Because of something that might happen. But it just as likely may NOT happen. That's like someone raising the price of orange juice on the shelves TODAY because there is a forecast of a harsh winter for Florida next winter! It's crazy! SO if Iran does NOT re-evaluate it's oil exports, will the oil companies DROP the price of oil in two weeks by 30 cents? Pffft, don't hold your breath.
I am not opposed to paying a higher price for gas IF I know the extra money is going someone for the common good, perhaps to fund more ecologically friendly cars, to improve the roads in a given state, etc. What pisses me off, is my extra money is going directly into the pockets of oil company CEO's, who already that year had record breaking profits! You'd think they cold afford to absorb some of the extra cost for us now given how they gouged us last September! But no. They're greedy sons-of-bitches, and they knew, because the goverment is run currently by oil men, that they can get away with it, without any oversight or threat of reprisals.
Welcome to America in 2006: Land of the free (to steal money from your comsumers with impunity), home of the greedy billionaire CEO's. Hopefully, the AMerican people wake up and give us a Democratic Senate and possibly House in November. I don't think this country can survive two more years of Republican rule.
POLT = listening to "Because The Night" by 10,000 Maniacs
If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner, you have learned how to live.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Vendetta on the 13th floor....
This evening, I went to see "V For Vendetta" with Ghostie, and another friend of mine whom I'll call Gilligan. I used to work with them at Borders. At any rate, I got there a half hour early (misjudged the time, I did), and was just going to walk around the Mall, except the Mall was closing (at 630 on a Sunday! I hate living in the boonies!). So I hung out around the theater, luckily they had a nice lobby to sit in. Once they both arrived we gave our tickets and went in.I don't normally get anything to eat there, as I think the whole thing's a racket. But I hadn't had a lot to eat, and the movie wouldn't be getting out until like 930, so I thought I'd get some popcorn and Pepsi to tide myself over. I saw they had 'combos', and number 3 was a medium popcorn and medium soda. OKay, that I can do.
I ordered it and it was $8.75. Damn rip off I thought. And then kid put a 50 gallon drum of soda in front of me. And this bag, with more square footage inside than most mobile homes, filled with popcorn. I mean both of these could easily feed a family of four for at least three meals! And this was a MEDIUM! God forbid I had ordered and extra large drink, they'd just have backed the tanker truck full of Pepsi into the theater nest to me, and hooked me into it, I suppose. I did manage to finished the drink, as the popcorn was so salty, but I've still got some of the popcorn here, about half a bag, sitting beside me right now.
Anyway, the previews showed several movies. One was the upcoming Superman movie. I'm still somewhat ambivalent about it, i do NOT like the new costume, nor do I like the choice of the actress to play Lois Lane. But I gotta tell ya, the preview itself....seeing Superman flying up into the sunset that way.....gave me goosebumps it did. SO I'm looking a bit more forward to that.
Then, there was "Poseidon" a remake of the "Poseidon Adventure" with Kurt Russell, Richard Dreyfuss, Andre Baugher, and a bunch of other people I didn't recognize. Typical. Instead of trying to make a new original film, Hollywood sticks with re-make crap from the 70's. Not that the "Poseidon Adventure" was crap, it wasn't. Oh, sure Shelley Winters hammed it up like nobody's business, and everyone wanted to slap the whiney, screamy chick, and we ALL wanted to drown the know-it-all kid, but I enjoyed it when I saw it in the theater as a kid, and I've even caught it on some cable channels. But why, oh WHY would anyone WANT to make a remake? Is there a demand, a huge groundswell for this? oh well, whatever....that's Hollywood.
So, anyway, the movie itself. I enjoyed it. Great 'look' to the film, that's always important. Natalie Portman's accent comes and goes at times, but that's a minor quibble. I LOVED the message the movie was sending, and despite the fact it depicts a Great Britain some 20 years or so in the future, it's very relevant to today's USA. It's got it's message out without being overbearing I thought. ALthough, I will add (and this isn't a spoiler cause I saw it in the previews for the film) blowing up Parliment somewhat disturbed me. YEs, I understand why it was done, why it HAD to be done...but I wonder, how the British will feel about that depicted. Despite the reasons why, I would NOT have enjoyed the Capitol building being blown up, even for the same reasons. But again, this is a minor thing, it did NOT detract from the movie as a whole. Very enjoyable flick. I'd recommend it.
POLT = listening to "Circles" by Soul Coughing
I'd rather be black than gay, because when you're black, you don't have to tell your mother. - Charles Pierce
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Visit. I wanna visit the world...
I've closed out the last blogpoll and the results are as follows:
Little Polt - 4
Toronot Polt - 3
Purple Polt - 2
Asti Polt - 1
Canada Polt - 1
Close Polt - 0
Flash Polt - 0
Red Polt - 0
4 of the 11 voters wanted Little Polt, and thusly, he's up there in the left hand corner.
I've put another Blogpoll up. Read it and cast your votes!
POLT = listening to "Die Another Day" by Madonna
"I can move to Boca and live like a king." "Or a queen." - Emmett, Queer As Folk
Little Polt - 4
Toronot Polt - 3
Purple Polt - 2
Asti Polt - 1
Canada Polt - 1
Close Polt - 0
Flash Polt - 0
Red Polt - 0
4 of the 11 voters wanted Little Polt, and thusly, he's up there in the left hand corner.
I've put another Blogpoll up. Read it and cast your votes!
POLT = listening to "Die Another Day" by Madonna
"I can move to Boca and live like a king." "Or a queen." - Emmett, Queer As Folk
In time and out of season, the hitchhiker...
Well, serial killer or not, I'd stop and give him a ride, wouldn't you?
It's be worth the risk, eh?
POLT = listening to "You Got Me Floatin" by P.M. Dawn
Hello, hello, hello, is there anybody there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home? - Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd
It's be worth the risk, eh?
POLT = listening to "You Got Me Floatin" by P.M. Dawn
Hello, hello, hello, is there anybody there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home? - Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd
She prays for a prankster and lust...
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These things aren't any fun anymore, as the result is usually a foregone conclusion with me!
POLT = listening to "Get Busy Child" by The Crystal Method
Grace, if you're gonna think I'm gay every time I pass out with another man, you're in for a lifetime of heartache. - Nathan, Will & Grace
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