The liquor tasted good and the women were all fast...

Picture it: cute guy, shirtless, perfectly tussled hair, holding two bottles of alcohol...



I suppose the only question is: liquor....or lick him????

POLT = listening to "Jane Says" by Jane's Addiction

Clothes maketh the man, but sometimes it's better when they taketh them off! - Blue Magazine

Used to be a superhero, I would swoop down...

Superhero Sunday

This week, we have Star Boy.

First Appearance: 1965
Real Name: Thom Kallor
Powers: Increase the mass of any object or person, thus making them heavier
Origin: He was born in the 30th century on the planet Xanthu. He was born with the powers. He gained other powers for a bit and joined the Legion Of Super-Heroes. Eventually, he lost those others, but retained his natural ones.
My Thoughts: Star Boy was always rather one dimensional in my mind until around the Darkseid Saga. Then he lost the crewcut, grew a beard, and a bit of a personality. And how could you NOT like the guy who managed to snag Dream Girl as his girlfriend, eh? In later re-booted incarnations of the Legion, he's lost all the personality, and was never used in quite the same way. In the most recent versoin, they've made him black, and given him a cape, things which are not earth shattering, I suppose, but the new one, he just isnt' Star Boy to me. Hell, this whole new Legion is really the Legion to me. The times they are a-changin indeed.

POLT = listening to "Once In A Lifetime" by The Talking Heads

Birthdays are like underwear: they can be wild and exciting, or just plain stinky, they can creep up on you or feel like a pain in the butt. And when you've had 'em long enough, there's some sagging, wrinking, and a general breakdown of elasticity.

And a sore throat, I got a wardrobe...

I was gonna write more about Scott earlier (see below), but I didn't feel up to it. My parents have been sick since before Easter. Started as a head cold with dad, and the moved to his chest, and coughing and headaches and crap like that, and then mom got it all. I've been hanging around these past few weeks on several occasions (as any good son does) but I've been fine. I've been chalking it up to being younger, or perhaps in better health, or perhaps the flu shot I got at work last fall. I should have been chalking it up to dumb luck.

I was over at thier place a few hours yesterday. When i got home, later in the evening, my throat got a little scratchy, no big deal. When i woke up this morning, though, the whole left side of my throat was RAW and hurt, and I had a headache. I took some Advil and dayquil and went back to bed for another hour or so. The Dayquil helped quite a bit. And because of that, I didn't really feel like typing too much more than I did.

I hope to knock this outta me before it gets a chance to fully manifest itself. Warm weather colds are THE worst kind. Blech!

On an up note, though, I did find this webpage! Whoo-Hooo! SO that kinda makes up for the whole sick thing, I guess.

POLT = listening to "Lovefool" by The Cardigans

Are we on "Cops" again? - Loretta, Drop Dead Gorgeous

Bitchin 'bout your poodles and your pills...

Got a call last night from my friend Scott in California. Haven't heard from him in a little while. He's got his own place now in NORTH HOLLYWOOD!! Now I know nothing of Los Angeles, nor the neighborhoods therein, but it sounds impressive to have a place there. And he's got a boyfriend, David, that's living with him. And David works for City Hall...go figure. He's doing well and all, and I'm quite happy for him, but that's not why I'm posting.

At 22, he up and moved from this, the only home he's ever known, to Los Angeles. Didn't know a soul out there, didn't have a job, met a roommate online, they talked for a bit before he moved out, and then he lived with this near stranger for a while. Got a job there, made friends, is doing quite well.

I am envious of him. I never had the kind of balls it takes to just leave everything you know and go somewhere where you know no one and nothing. But he did it. I'm envious, and proud of him.



That's him right there above. Oh and I titled the post what I did because Scott is...well, we call him Poodle. Cause he hyper, and yippy, and always talking and always moving, and going from subject to subject to subject. Oh and he's obvioiusly gay too. So that's why Poddle's in the title.

POLT = listening to "Everyday I Write The Book" by Elvis Costello

You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you. - Leon Trotsky

It can't be denied, he'll look mighty cute, as soon as he's dried...

Rugby players in the showers.



Got any soap I can throw at thier feet?

POLT = listening to "Never Let Me Down Again" by Depeche Mode

"You believe everything you read?" "Well, only the comics." "Comics will rot your brain, Doc." -Harley Quinn, Harley Quinn #27

The ribbons that open sesame...

I was crusing around the Internet and somewhere i came across this picture, and I just laughed my ass off.



I don't know what I find so funny. I think it's cause, to me, it looks like Cookie Monster is shouting this and Bert's kind of like leaning backwards, like he's shocked to hear it.

Or it just could be that it's a puppet repeating a dirty word.

Or it just could be the Polt Chaos. Who knows?

POLT = listening to "Smack My Bitch Up" by TheProdigy

When the daily grind gets too hectic, find yourself a quiet place where the only voices you hear are the ones inside your head.

Something quite disturbing filled the air...

Two upsetting things (well, for me anyway) about fellow bloggers happened today. Everyday, at work first thing, I'll get online for like 10 minutes, visit most of the blogs I have listed in my sidebar (not the porn ones, silly) and read up on thier posts from the day before.

Today, I went to do this to Fresh N Tasty, as I do every day, and the site was blocked! why was it blocked? PORN! There's not porn on there (at least none that I recall seeing). Hell, my Monday's Hot Shirtless Guy photos are more risque. But now, it's blocked at work. Ya gotta just wonder what made them block that particular blog. And why right then?

Then, I went to one of my favorites Persian Guy and there was nothing. A blank bckground and empty blog. I thought, oh well, Blogger on the rag yet AGAIN, and it'll be back up soon. I went there tonight, and it was the same, but with one post. He was explaining that his ex wife found the blog, and had commented or something, and so he deleted it. the enitre blog.

I was shocked. He had such a richly detailed blog, with wonderful stories about his family history, or perhaps an old movie, or bragging about his two wonderful kids, or complaining about the job, or just how his life was going. It was really a day to day kind of online journal thing, much more so than the blatant superficiality that is mine.

I loved the stories and tales, and felt that I got to "know" Jim, even if only through the comments that we posted on each other's blogs and the posting he made on his own. I can't say I disagree with his reasons for making that decision, but on a personal level, I'm saddened to see it all gone.

Jim, I don't know if you still come here, but if you do, as I said, I understand why you're doing this, and you gotta do what is in the best interest of you and your kids. But on a purely personal, selfish level, I'm gonna miss your regular posts. If you decide to take up blogging again, please, let me know. I'll be checking into the old blog just to see, but if you move somewhere else, I wanna read there too. If you don't, then I wish you the best of luck. You've got my email (remember the one you sent me whilst on your medication from the wisdom teeth?), so please keep in touch.

Even though we never met and I've only been reading your blog for, what, three months maybe, I feel that I've lost a friend, that's how close i felt to you. Just from your posts.

Nonetheless, I wish the absolute best, man. In whatever you do. You are truly a wonderful, caring, beautiful man, insdie AND outside. May fortune shine on you, and the boys.

For those you who never read his blog, it is truly your loss. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about here, then please allow me this moment of self-indulgent selfishness to let a friend know I miss him.

POLT = listening to "One Week" by the Barenaked Ladies

Well you're so fucking special, I wish I was special. But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, what the hell and I doing here? I don't belong here. - Radiohead, Creep

He's a long haired guy from England....

Hairthing. I've used the term quite a lot lately, and I'm not sure if everyone knows what I mean. The definition for hairthing is kinda like the defination for pornography. (yeah, whoda thunk that, eh?) " I don't have to define it, but I know it when I see it."

It's basically long-ish hair on a guy. I think that is SO hot. Now I don't mean hair that's down to thier waists, if I wanted that I'd lust after Crystal Gayle (geez, I'm really dating myself with that one, eh?) Hair that cascades down onto and perhaps a bit over thier shoulders is what I'm talking about. Although, nice bob or pageboy works as well.

In addition, on the entire opposite end of the spectrum, a head shaved bald, particularly on black men, is pretty durn hot too! But that's a whole other post, I think.

This guy is named David Jensen. I have no idea who he is, nor do I remember where I found his photos (it's amazing what you can discover at work with Internet access and too much time on your hands), but he's got a pretty good hairthing...and a pretty hot body and face to go with it!

Maybe this will clear things up. Maybe not. Blame the Polt Chaos.

POLT = listening to "Stay Up Late" by The Talking Heads

Two's company, three's a party, Bernadette, my dear! - Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert

Down the block, eating food at Luigi's...

Wednesday, at lunch, I took a salad to work and ate it there. Very unusual for me. I'm normally a ham/turkey/roast beef/bologna with cheese/mayo/etc on bread and chips lunch kinda guy. That or hitting a fast food joint. But now, that day, i took a salad to lunch. And whilst grazing my way through it, I bit my lip. In the front, right inside my lip. It bled. And I know it's gonna get this painful sore on there that I can't get rid of, and can't eat well with. but on the upside, it's not a huge zit on the outside, like I had a few weeks ago.

To reward myself for my sensible lunch, I decided on the way home to get pasta stuff and make that. It has been an age since I made pasta. Pasta makes me all warm and tingly, I love the taste of it. So I got the sauce, the raviolis, even some meatballs. I came home, made the whole bag of ravioli, and ate half of it, filling myself up.

Thursday, when I checked my blood sugar first thing in the morning, it was 203. Normally, it's about 150-160 and SHOULD be under 120. But pasta...well, pasta plays all kinds of havoc with the blood sugar. Figures, since I love pasta so.

Anyway, later that day, after work Phoenix and I went to Ruby Tuesdays to eat. And as our watiress seated us, I was struck by her...well not beauty really. But she was attractive. Blonde hair tied back, not too tall. Not a skinny Aushweitz survivor looking type either. Girlfriend wasn't fat, but she did have some meat on her. Brown eyes with lashes to die for. I was strangely...drawn to her.

Yes, I can imagine your surprise, as I was quite surprised as well. And Phoenix also. Okay, maybe he wasn't AS surprised. he just shook his head slightly and chalked it all up to the Polt Chaos. ("Polt Chaos", noun: Immediate area surrounding Polt where the natural laws of luck and chance do not fucntion, and choas theory abounds. "If something weird happens around Polt, don't worry. That's just the Polt Chaos.") All the rest of the evening, I saw her watching me. And not in that freakish oh-my-god-he's-a-stalker kind of way a lot of people watch me.

She wanted me.

She spoke pretty much only to me. Wouldn't have known Phoenix was even there. She asked if I wanted my glass refilled, ignoring his. She asked me if I was finished with my plate, taking Phoenix's without even asking him. She looked at me, and her eyes caressed me. She winked at me...or had an eyelash in her eye. At any rate, I knew she would have given me her phone number, if only she wasn't afraid I'd reject her. That's the only reason she didn't give it to me. But I could tell she wanted to.

Or it could have been my imagination, what do I know anyway?

But what FAScinated me about her, I finally figured out, was her hair. Not only was it all pulled behind her head, which is of no real interest to me, but there was a strand of it that hung down on the left side of her face, reaching to her chin. And it wasn't an accidentally fallen piece of hair, she had set it there. And constantly flipped her head back to move it, or pushed it back with her fingers.

I don't know what to say, I've got a fetish for hairthings. Normally, it's hairthings on guys, but in this case, wow, she was working it, and I was loving it. ( I have GOT to get laid again..and soon...I'm starting to check out chicks......)

Oh, and while eating my salad there, I ripped into my lip again with my teeth, just milimeters from the first place. ARGHH! Now it'll get evn BIGGER and SORER! I HATE when I do that.

POLT = listening to "Don't Cry" by Guns N Roses

Too many freaks, not enough sideshows.

A kiss is just a kiss...

Frenching Fridays

POLT = listening to "Wake Up Call" by The Prodigy

There is something so primally serene about standing in a pitch black room full of anonymous hunks and waiting for your pupils to dilate. - Sterno, Wendel

Problems have solutions, a lifetime of fucking things up...

So, oil companies are charging too much for gas, and making obscene profits by gouging the American consumer at the pump, and what is Congress going to do about it? Are they going to go after the oil companies? Are they going to perhaps investigate a monopoly by the companies? How about checking into why all the prices from all the oil companies go up the same amount at the same time? Price fixing anyone?

Will they do that? HELL No. What will the do instead? Well, we're gonna give Americans a $100 check, and we're gonna give a 2 month "tax free" holiday, meaning no Federal Taxes on gas for 2 months. WTF?

$100??? Oh yeah, thanks a LOT, that'll fill upmy tank, what 3 times or so? So I'm good for a month. WHy is it instead of going after the PROBLEM (the greed of the oil companies), they're going to balloon the already monsterous deficit by reduce the revenue they bring in and taking MORE out of the budget for these stupid 100 checks!

Where are the fiscal Republicans now? Wasn't a part of the Republican Contract ON America in 1994 about getting a balanced budget and cutting the deficit???? Course, I guess you only want to do that when you're the minority party. When you're in power, hell, bely up to the trough like all the other pigs and eat your fill of money and pork! I mean, it's not THIER money, now is it? And they've all got money to begin with, so they're not going to be hurt when time comes to pay this unGodly deficit they've given us!

LORD, this crap torques me off! I hope the American public wakes up! I don't hold high hopes, cause the American public is short sighted and stupid, but hopefully in November, things will change!

POLT = listening to "Stand" by R.E.M.

Superman and Batman and Wonder Woman have stood the test of time without armor, without bazookas, without veined biceps the size of cannons. - Mark Waid

I feel like need to be naked with you (Part VI)...

It's that time of week once again: Half-Nekkid Thursday!

This is my one and only tattoo. I'd like to get another one, a Canadian maple leaf at the same place on my right shoulder, but I haven't done so yet. I got this not because I think I'm Superman (although I DO think I'm super, man!), but because of my love of comic books. When i think of comics, I think of the Superman S, so that's what I got tattooed. Representing my love of comics.

If you want to know what this whole kooky HNT thing is about, click on the Half-Nekkid Thursday button over in the sidebar at the left.

POLT = listening to "Gangstar Tripping" by Fatboy Slim

"Piss off. I lost a wife today." "Oh, you'll find another one." - Terry Crabtree, Wonder Boys

Now Kelly, jump to it...

Praise be to the heavens, there IS a God! Pickler got picked to leave American Idol! It's about freaking TIME! Thank you, thank you, thank you! And Chris and Katharine were the top two vote getters...as they should be. I feel a bit responsible, because, yes, I am ashamed to admit it, but I finally voted last night. I mean come ON! Chris got the second to lowest votes the week before I could NOT take the chance! SO I helped.

But even so, thank you everyone who did NOT Pick Pickler. Now she can go back to her redneck home in North Carolina and get on with her life: getting knocked up, then maybe getting married, sitting around the house all day in a beehive and mu-mu, getting fat and collecting food stamps. And maybe reading a book or newspaper or something. Or just a matchbox, don't want to tax what little brain power she may have.

POLT = listening to "Looking Through Patient Eyes" by PM Dawn

70's Fashion Tip #32: You can't go wrong with plaid! - TVLand Promo

We're on the road to nowhere...

Where We At? Wednesday























Today we are visiting Topeka Kansas. Enjoy your stay.

POLT = listening to "Redundant" by Green Day

Oh NO, I just wanted thier donations so that I coudl buy what I needed. This is a one man religion, Fuji. Aren't they all? - Raifu Waaku, Stormwatch#42

Save what's left for the deaf...

TONE DEAF TUESDAYS

Oops, almost forgot to do one of these....sinus thingee and all, you understand. Anyway, this week, I'm taking us back to 1987, the fall. I know it was fall cause it was a little cold, I had a grey hooded sweatshirt on. I was driving two of my friends, Duff, and Jim back into town, I have no idea where we were. For some reason I don't recall, we had my parents blue station wagon. they were looking through the tapes I had brought along and found the Brothers In Arms tape by Dire Straits.

We put it in the player and started listening. We got halfway through Money For Nothing, with all of us singing it. I pulled off the road onto this side road that went off through fields. There were a few houses off in the distance. I pulled the car over, turned the blinkers on. They both got out of the car. I set the tape back to the beginning of Money For Nothing, and turned the volume way up. Then, the three of us stood outside the car, and sang that at the top of our lungs. It started to rain slightly, sprinkling and such. I put my hood up, but none of us went back into the car.

And there we stood, three fools in the rain, singing way off key, and all three doing our best air guitar impersonations. We all thought it was the coolest thing. If anyone else saw it, I'm sure they realized what stupid kids we were.



Ah, the folly of youth.

POLT = listening to "Time Of Your Life" by Paul Oakenfold

No, Mini-Me, we don't gnaw on our kitty. - Dr. Evil, Austin Powers The Spy Who Shagged Me

Hidden behind the idols you adore...

Andrea Botchelli....YAWN! Well, at least he's not a star big in the 1970's.

Katharine (I Have Nothing): The yellow dress was not at all flattering, but my GOD could she show any more cleavage? Well, I guess you gotta use whatever you go to win this thing. I did not like this song, nor her type of singing, but she CAN sing. Once again, I think she could take the whoel prize. But I gotta wonder what the heck the juges were thinking!
Elliott (A Song For You): Still looks uncomfortable, not much stage presense at all. Didn't like the song, nor the way he sang it. The song was beyond him. Paula's crying? He moved her?? He's a 'handsome' performer??? Is she drunk again?
Kellie (Unchained Melody): If I wasn't already diabetic, her "aw-shucks"-ness is so sickeningly sweet, it would make me diabetic. She was off again, nasaly, flat, not with the orchestra, just all over the map. Simply horrid.
Paris (The Way We Were): She can sing, but this song seemed a bit too big for her. It was like a little girl singing a big girl song. Not her best job.
Taylor (Just Once):I don't care what he says, this guy is 45 years old. Taylor has charisma? Is Foster blind as well? Don't like the song. But at least he didn't act like a drunk uncle at a wedding reception, finally! Could have been his best performance, but it DID sound like a karoke performance. Not a bad performance, but not good enough for htis stage of Idol.
Chris (Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman): Don't like the song. Not much of a Brain Adams fan. But Chris bought a rock aspect to it, that helped. Loved his performance. Now HE has charisma. I'd become a woman if he'd love me! Gave me goosebumps.

So, the bottom three were Elliott, Kellie, and Paris, which truly pains me to say, cause I like Paris much more then Taylor. Kellie truly had the worst performance. And for the second week in a row. If she's not kicked off after this week, I don't what it will take to get her off. Maybe she'd have to bit the head off a live baby and spit it into the audience, that might get her kicked off. Or maybe make a negative comment about Bushie, that's surely gonna piss off her NASCAR redneck hillbilly fans.

Honestly, if there's any justice in the world, she will be the next to go.

POLT = listening to "Season Song" by The Blue States from the 28 Days Later Soundtrack

Man I aint changed, but I know I aint the same. - The Wallflowers

It's the new generation I want to do...

Since I got up so late today, and didn't go to work, I watched some TV. ANd I managed to catch a two part Star Trek The Next Generation episode.

It was "Best Of Both Worlds" where Picard is captured and turned into a Borg. Man, I remember when these episodes first aired. It was like the last episode of the Third Season and we had to wait until the first episode of the Fourth Season that fall for the ending.

I was watching that episode with my neighbor and friend Jeff. And when Locutus threatened the Federation, at the very end, the camera panned down and into Rikers face so that it was looking up into his face, and the tense music reached a cresendo, and he said, simply, "Mr. Worf, fire." And the screen went black!

Jeff and I both yelled NOOOOO at each other! We didn't want to wait until the fall! That episode is allwe could talk about for weeks. Man, THAT was TV at its best! If you saw the episode at the time, I'm sure you know the feelings I'm talking about. Seeing it in reruns or on DVD just doesn't carry the same weight.

I was suprised though, to see it was made in 1990. I can't believe it's been 16 years since then! Geez, time DOES fly!

POLT = listening to "Can't Get There From Here" by R.E.M.

Laura and I really don't realize how bright our children is sometimes until we get an objective analysis. - George W. Bush

You're a headache, in a suitcase, you're a star...

Lately, over the past three or four weeks or so, I've been plagued by sinus trouble. I had a sinus infection each of the last two years, and I thought this was that as well. It wasn't. I have allergies to cats, and mown grass, and dust (not that you'd believe that if you saw my apartment), and have for some time. But with those, it's watchery itchy eyes, sneezing, sometimes wheezing when I breathe. It's not the headaches i have been getting. Which really suck.

This morning, when the alarm went off, it felt like my right eyeball was gonna pop right outta my head, there was so much pressure. I got up and took a Claritan, which helped previously. I thought I might just try getting ready and seeing if I felt better after I got ready for work....

And then, I thought, ya know, fuck em. They don't wanna give me a raise, I don't wanna give them a day's work when I don't feel well. So I called in and went back to bed. And it's a good thing I did, cause I got up about 900, and about 1130, and my head was still hurting. I went back to bed each time after using the bathroom, and didnt get outt abed for good until about 230. Yeah, i know it was a wasted day, but I really don't think I could have gone to work anyway.

When I did get up, I did feel better, the headache had subsided. I guess I have little recourse now but to make an appointment with the doctor (groan) and see what he says about it all.

But I'm just glad I now feel better.

POLT = listening to "Young Americans" by David Bowie

It's clearly a budget. It's got a lot of numbers in it. - George W. Bush

It always feels like, somebody's watching me...

I changed my photo in the upper left corner of the Palace, and now

The Purple Eye Of Polt is watching you!!!!

Mwhahahahhahahahah!!!!!

POLT - listening to "Material Girl" by Madonna

It's hard - caring - isn't it, Caramon? It hurts sometimes. - Tasslehoff, Dragonlance Legends #3

Now we're living seperate lives...

Seperated At Birth, Number IV:




















Tyson, lead singer of The All-American Rejects AND Cillian Murphy, Actor


POLT = listening to "You Outta Know" by Alanis Morisette

Inside every old person is a young person...wodnering what the fuck happened!

Honesty, you want apologies...

I just wanted to let everyone know, in case you tried to access the Palace sometime last night or so far today, well, Blogger's been on the rag again, and I've not been able to post anything. I apologize. It's working now, obviously, but is supposed to have "maintenance" in a few hours, so we'll see what works with that.

Because of the problems with access, and still trying to make up for the solemnness of posts prior in the week, I give you the following:




Now THAT'S what I call a 'woody'!












Oh what rebels! Or, maybe they're just illeterate. And horny. And blind. Or just totally oblivious.















I don't have the slightest clue what's going on here, but I sincerely hope it involves a substantial amount of alcohol or illicit drugs. For someone to do that stone cold sober is just a truly frightening prospect.














POLT = listening to "Roak And Roll" by Led Zeppelin

If the nest Survivor was in hell...THAT I'd watch! - Harley Quinn, Harley Quinn #22

MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS






















POLT = listening to "Crazy" by Seal

I'm a vampire, there are three things I don't do: tan, date, and sing in public. - David Boreanaz, Angel

Used to be a superhero, I would swoop down...

Superhero Sunday

Today, I give you Nightwing!

1st Appearance: July 1984
Real Name: Richard "Dick" Grayson
Powers: Second only to Batman in fighting skills and detective abilities; utility belt and various items and vehicles
Origin: Raised in the circus until parents killed. Adopted by Batman, and trained to become Robin. After a time, changed his name and costume to that of Nightwing.

My Thoughts: This is Robin as an adult. He's got all of Batman's skills, but he's much more socialable. He was a founding member of the Teen Titans, led them through most of thier incarnations. Founding member of the reformed Outsiders, and led them as well. He's very much a leader, and take charge kinda guy, but personable. I've always liked him, even when he was still Robin. And in his own title over the past decade or so, the writers have done an excellend job taking him out of Batman's shadow and making him into a man of his own. Nightwing is no longer just the back half of "Batman and -"

POLT = listening to "Seven Seas" by Echo And The Bunnymen

I think gay and lesbian couples ought to be treated equally. Period. - Gerald Ford, October 29, 2001

Cut clean blood streams...

In yet another attempt at levity, I give you the following:



"No matter what you do, do NOT cross the streams! "

Who ya gonna call?

POLT = listening to "Mouth" by Bush

I like to play gay clubs because I know I'll be accepted no matter what. - Cyndi Lauper

Your purple prose just gives you away...

Yes, kids, it's time for yet another purple post (this will make the third such one). Purple is Uncle Polt's favorite color. And since most of my recent posts have been rather...deep and depressing, I thought it time to lighten things up...purplishly!


A purple Nirvana record. Kurt speaks to me.


















A purple balloon.



















A real hottie in a purple biknini (you can NEVER have too many of them)

















A purple trimmed, metallic bookmark from Joe and Kelly's wedding.







A purple bridal party.













Purple dresses.




















A purple butterfly...or is it a moth?

















The Color Purple, a book to read.




















A purple (and pink) computer tower. How gay is that?



















A purple eye. Despite the fact this is somewhat distrubing to me, I love this photo!
















A flaming purple drum set. Again, kinda gay. Gay, or mid-1970's, one or the other.




















A purple violin...or is that a viola?















The purple finger of proof that this Iraqi woman voted. hey, if we get a few purple fingered Iraqis out of this quagmire Bushie's got us into, i guess it's a good thing.












These are the purple flowers a very special person sent to me earlier this year.




















A purple Gamecube controller.

















A purple gear.












this is a photo of the mysterious purple haze surrounding Satrun's moon Titan.


















Purple jelly beans...the best kind!
















If one must go kayaking, why not in a purple kayak?














A purple keychain.











I don't know what or where this is, but I love the purple lighting.



















Purple lips. nuff said.











If one's going to add a connecting line to the DC Metro, why not make it the Purple Line?












A purple Christmas ball.













Purple sports fans. I wonder how much a bitch it is to get that purple coloring off. And how long he goes around with a purple tint to his skin.














The purple costumed comic book hero The Phantom!





















A purple polar bear?










A spool of purple ribbon.

























A hot bodied guy in purple Speedos...and again, you can NEVER have too many of them either.






























Purple SweetTarts.
















A painting of purple.












Purple zebraskin bedsheets. I wonder if they come in King size?














POLT = listening to "What I Got" by Sublime

I appreciate it, no one's ever committed a felony for me before. - Mary Ann Singleton, Further Tales Of The City