A kiss is just a kiss...

Frenching Fridays!

POLT = listening to "Freedom 90" by George Michael

You committed the ultimate betrayal...you're just not funny. - The Joker

None of them knew, what any of this was worth...

I was trolling around the internet at work again today ( i gotta have SOMETHING to do there, or I'll fall asleep, and it wouldn't be good for the boss to see me sleepin, now would it?) I came upon this guy's site, who made up this formula or something, to calculate how much your blog is worth. He uses the Blogshares or Technorati thingee, I forget really which. I don't understand it all, but I know I just popped my site in and found out what I was worth:

My blog is worth $8,468.10.
How much is your blog worth?

Yeah I have no idea how it's calcuated, but if you click on the link, not only does he kind of explain it to you, but you can find out for your own blog. And yeah, I don't have any other scores to compare my $8,468.10 against. That sounds impressive, but if the average worth is like $50,000, well then who cares?

Oh well, at least is sounds impressive!

POLT = listening to "Days Go By" by Dirty Vegas

Why do they call Wednesday 'Hump Day' when most people get laid on the weekend?

Then I graduate to studio one...

Is he not THE cutest lil graduate you ever did see?


























And in a purple gown, no less! i LOVE purple!

POLT = listening to "Burning Down The House" by The Talking Heads

What kind of idiot ARE you? You got a plate in your head? -Ed, The Sock

I feel the need to be naked with you (part 4)...

Once again it's that time of the week:

You want to know more about HNT's? Then just click the button over on the left in the sidebar.

At any rate, this week, I've decided to be somewhat...risque. I'm showing a crotch shot.

The view looking from my crotch towards my head.

What did you THINK I meant?

...perverts...

POLT = listening to "Frequency" by The Jesus And Mary Chain

Thou dearest youth, who taught me first to know, what pleasures from a real friendship slow. - John, Lord Henry

We're not fighting, you hold onto...

Tonight at 10:00 is the premiere of the Blade TV series. I'm gonna watch the debut episode to see what I think of it. I tuned in a bit early, and saw some more of that UFC fighting thingee.

Oh, man, I do NOT like violence. I hate boxing and "professional" wrestling is simply laughable. But this stuff, I gotta tell ya, I really enjoy it. It's exciting to watch, and nothing's "planned" like in the wrestling. Naturally I like the fighters. The mostly youngish (mid 20's or so) and universally in excellent shape. They get all sweaty, and they roll around on the mat in what can only be described as positions from a gay erotica porno. And they're all attractive, or at least all the ones I've seen. This has got to be the gayest sport around. It's got something both the mahco-ist of straight men and the nelliest gay queen could enjoy.

The only thing that would make it better would be if they faught like the ancient Olympics: naked.

POLT = listening to the grunts and groans of the combatants

We are here and it is now. Further than that, all human knowledge is moonshine. - H.L.Mercken

Everything's been sold to other's revolutions....

Today, June 28th, is the 37th anniversary of the Stonewall Inn Riots, the beginning of the Gay Rights Movement. Without the brave souls who stood up and said, "We're not gonna take it anymore" to the cops, I wouldn't be able to proclaim here that "I'm Gay." And proud of it.

In thier honor, I've having a beer or two (or so...). ANd I'm also, in thier honor, posting the follow pics:





I read a really good book on the Stonewall Riots called, appropriately enough, Stonewall: The Riots That Sparked The Gay Revolution. It's by David Carter, and quite a good read.

POLT = listening to "Dont' Tell Me To Stop" by Madonna

"She thinks you're a lesbian." "Well, can't I be one of the cool people too?" - Daphne, Queer As Folk

You were not my Superman...

SO, I just got back from watching Superman Returns. I should be in bed cause I gotta get up in 6 hours to get to work, but I want to post about it while it's still fresh in my mind. I will NOT be disclosing anything from the movie, nor revealing any spoilers, so even if you want to see the movie later, you can still read this post.

Okay, if you've read about this before, you know I had very low expectations for the movie. I hated the costume, didn't think Brandon Routh was the right guy to play Superman, dispised the choice of that chick who's name I forget to play Lois Lane, and just expected them to muck it all up. As the movie started I sat in my seat, munching on my popcorn (they didn't have Goobers, Bella, I looked for them!) expecting the worst, prepated to hate it.

Well, some stuff happened and then the opening credits started. And they were playing the theme music from the original Superman movie in 1978, and as it reached the first climax, the new Superman 'S' crest filled the screen.

Honest to GOD, I sat there with a big ole smile on my face and goosebumps all over. They had me right from that point on. Oh I WANTED to hate it, I really did. And there were couple nit-picky things, a couple inconsistencies. And honestly, the last 20-25 minutes just draaaaaaaged. BUT, as a whole, I really, REALLY enjoyed myself!

Even the early sappy love scenes were very well done, and I didn't mind them (the early ones, mind you). Jimmy Olsen is superb. The first action sequence involving the shuttle is eye-poppingly awesome! The first time we get to see Brandon Routh, he's buck nekked. And there's a very pleasant chest shot later on. And allow me to say right here and now, the boy does know how to fill out a Superman uniform! I was never a fan of Christopher Reeve as Superman. ANd I was not impressed with the photos I had seen of Routh as him either. But I gotta say, he pulled it off. Routh is perhaps THE best personification of Superman I have seen. Even the chick playing Lois Lane did a great job. Lex...evil, intelligent AND funny, wihtout being campy like Gene Hackman was. Parker Posey...very well acted, I was surprised. And hey, Kumar, from Harold And Kumar Go To White Castle has a pretty extensive, although I believe wordless, part. The kid playing Jason is aDORable and does a great job! ANd James Marsden, well, since he got screwed out of a job with the X-Men franchise, it's nice to see the hottie back in another film. Good to see Eva Marie Saint again (and she was in the Oscar winning On The Waterfront, with Marlon Brando, whow as Jor-El in the first movie and speaks again in this one. Just a bit of useless trivia there for ya). There were a few funny parts in it, and I'll be honest, there is one moment, in one scene near the end, where I actually teared up slightly. But that's just me. the costume works, they made it work for me somehow, and when the cape is flowing in the wind....wow. The flying sequences, so real. All I can say is the special effects are outstanding!

The movie was a bit long, but I sat enraptured through the vast majority of it. Maybe I'm still wrapped up in it, and maybe as I think of it more, I'll become more critical of it, I don't know. But right now, I gotta say the movie is excellent, entertaining, and well worth the price of admission. And really, coming from someone who was all prepared to hate the movie, THAT is saying something.

Now, get off your duffs and go see it this week!

POLT - listening to "Candle In The Wind" by Elton John

Reality continues to ruin my life. - Calvin & Hobbes

My sink leaks and the rats have won...

So, as I understand it, the US government was tracking money going to and from some terrorists groups. Someone leaked this to some newspapers, who printed it. Now, Bushie and Dicky have thier panties in a knot. Bushie, I think I read, was 'digusted' by this. It's hurt our ability to fight terrorism, and the leaker needs to be ferreted out. Mort Kondrake and Fred Barnes on FauxNews went as far to suggest that the leaker himself, and perhaps even the papers need to be prosecuted legally.

Allllllllllllllllrighty then.

If there's anyone in the this country that has LESS of a right to bitch about leakers, it's Bushie and Dicky. how soon we forget that Bushie himself approved the leak of Valerie Plame's CIA status, and told Dicky to have his chief-of-staff, ole Scooter, leak it, and they all promptly did so.

Does anyone remember several years back when Bushie stood at a podium and said he wants to get to the bottom of who leaked it, and whoever they were, he didn't want them working in the White House.

Oh only were that it were so!

Yes, Morty and Freddy, yes lets prosecute the leakers! but, please, let's prosecute ALL leakers! So while we dig up who leaked this most recent news, I'll expect to read several scathing editorals and columns by you guys demanding the prosecution of the leakers Bushie, Dicky, and Scooter. yeah, I'll not hold my breath on that one.

Also, is there anyone in the whole freakin world who did NOT know we were tracking the money flow of terrorists? I mean, I assume we're tracking the flow of money, the flow of known terrorists, emails, telephone calls, hell, we're probably tracking when each of the big names takes a dump. And if the terrorists didn't KNOW we were doing it, well, hell, I'd hesitate to call them terrorists. Morons would seem more appropriate.

I just LOVE the moral indignation from the White House over non-issues. I suppose it's because they don't know what to do with REAL issues. And instead of showing they don't, they'll just try to manufacture issues, hoping that the AMerican people are stupid enough to buy into them all in November. Hence gay marriage amendment. Hence all the screen time FauxNews gives to the disappearance of attractive young white girls on Carribean islands. Hence the stink FauxNews made over the flag burning amendment. They were SHOCKED, shocked they'll tell ya, to find out it was defeated. Even though, liek the gay marriage amendment, everyone knew it wouldn't come close to passing.

Kinda reminds me of a scene in the WIzard Of Oz, after Toto's moved the curtain and everyone's seen it's just a man. He goes on to make noise and smoke and demand that everyone ignore the man behind the curtain! All these non-issues are just noise and smoke, demanding that everyone ignore the fact this administration is full of corrupt bunglers.

We'll ignore the men behind this curtain at our own peril.

POLT = listening to "Not For You" by Pearl Jam

The only way to deal with a stalker is to cut off his stalk. - Patsy Stone, Absolutely Fabulous

Satin sheets are very romantic...

Is there anything as comforting, relaxing, and soothing as sliding into bed inbetween clean, freshly laundered bedsheets? Maybe a hug from your mom when you're not feeling well, but short of that, no I don't think so.

Last night was a GLORIOUS night, from the moment I got into bed, all while I read, and even while I went to sleep (which didn't take long). And I woke up refreshed and ready to face the day (well, I do NOT wake up well, but it was moreso than usual). I love me some soft, clean sheets.

Now...if only I hadn't went to bed alone.....but then the sheets would no longer be clean, would they?

POLT = listening to "Poses" by Rufus Wainwright

No. I am a woman, remember? We ain't got to be reasonable if we don't want to be. - Blanche, Monarchy #5

No woman can resist a man who looks good in a Speedo....

(no gay man can resist him either)

Okay, all this humidty has gotten thinking of Speedos ( I know, I know, what DOESN'T get me thinking of Speedos? ) And so I thought, he, misery likes company right? So since the humidity is making me miserable, why not have some company with some photos of groups of guys in Speedos?

And in answer to the last photo: "Hell YEAH! As much as you want to and are able to give!"

POLT = listening to "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson

Money can't buy you friends, but it can get you a better class of enemies. - Spike Milligan

One humid Texas night...

The weather has been affecting me lately. Yesterday, all day, it rained. Off and on, and to varying degrees, but pretty much all day it rained. Paper said we got 5.75 inches of rain in 24 hours, so you can see it rained a lot. Even thundered at times. I spent the whole day inside. It was a good day to do that. Kind of a wasted day, but what else was there to do really?

And then today, oh my LORD the humidity is so high! Thankfully it's not real hot, like low 80's I think, but MAN the humidity makes it feel like a sauna. Everything is heavy with it. I had to wipe the moisture off the screen before i could type. Ihate humidity like this. I hate this more than the heat, generally. It's just so uncomforable. I don't know how people did it before a/c. I don't have mine on, that's why it's so bad here, but how did they do it in the South, where it was hot and humid for longer periods of time. It just sounds so dreary to be in this kinda weather all summer long and have no relief. Ugh.

POLT - listening to "Block Rockin Beats" by The Chemical Brothers

Life's a bitch. Now so am I. - Catwoman, Batman Returns

Part 50...

MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS

This week, I'm giving you 4 for the price of 2!




















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

It's the perfect time of year, someplace far away from here. Everything's alright I guess, considering everything's a mess. - Barenaked Ladies "Pinch Me"

Will you be the superman...

I work with this lady, whom we'll call Laura. She has this thing for Kevin Spacey. She adores him. 'Fan' does not go far enough in describing her. In January of this year, when she found out he was playing Lex Luthor in the new Superman movie, she came to me almost right away. Her husband does NOT want to see the movie and she knew I collected comic books and have the Superman tattoo, so she told me, "Polt, WE are going to see the Superman movie, when it comes out, on opening night!" I shrugged and was like, "Okay, whatever." thinking it's months away and she'll forget.

Did I underestimate her.

She informed me in March or April that the movie was coming out Friday June 30th, and we would BE there, at the first available showing. I really honestly hadn't planned on seeing it opening night. I do NOT have high hopes or expectations for the movie, frankly, I think it will suck. I planned on going a few days after the opening date to avoid all the rabid crowds and freaks. But she's telling me we're going opening night, so what could I do?

Then, about a month or so ago, she tells me they've changed the date to Wednesday June 28th and we'll be going then. I told her okay, and asked which showing. She said the first one. I said that's probably a midnight showing, like at 12:01 Wednesday morning. She said she knew, and that's the one we were going to. I groaned, but I already promised, so what could I do?

THEN, this past week, she came rushing into my office, all in a tizzy. The exchange went roughly as follows:

Laura: POLT! A local theater is having a special EARLY showing of Superman on Tuesday night at 10:00! We are THERE!
Me: Aw, Laura...that kind of early showing is gonna bring all the freaks out. I mean, like at Lord of The Rings movies, those showings had hobbits and wizards, and Star Trek premieres at that time have people in Vulcan ears, and Star Wars premieres have people in Darth Vader outfits -
Laura: I don't care, we're going THEN!
Me: Laura, this is all new to you, but I've SEEN these people before. There will be guys there in capes and costumes and -
Laura: We're going to see it that night!
Me: Laura, I don't really want to go then and have to deal with all -
Laura: I'll pay for your ticket.
Me: I'm there. Add two more freaks to the tally.





She told me I'd have to buy my own popcorn and soda, but I doubt I'll get any. I still don't really want to go at that time, but hell, it's a free ticket, right? Who can argue with that? But I don't care what she says, I am NOT wearing a cape!

POLT = listening to "Young, Dumb 'N' Full Of Cum" by Whale

In the trees, our sons stand naked. - U2

Let's get unconscious honey (Part 3)...

Unconscious Mutterings from Luna Nina right here.

I say ... and you think ... ?

Newspaper :: ink
Crucify :: cross
Sausage :: eggs
Handy :: dandy
Cloak :: and dagger
Drunk :: uncle
Fuel :: oil
Caress :: foreplay
Itch :: scratch
Vehicle :: carry

POLT = listening to "Playground Love" by Air

If we're going to give out millions of dollars in tax breaks, shouldn't we give some to people who don't have millions of dollars already? - Tobey Zeigler, The West Wing

When the evening's thin, you're a beautiful...

Not that I intend this on being a series or anything, but this is my Saturday evening:

Long time visitors to the Palace know my opinion on cats (see Spawns of Satan). Long time readers will also know my relationshop with my friend Ghostie, the Dead Boy Wonder (see Wrapped Around My Lil Finger). Long time readers will also remember last summer, when Ghostie's family went on vacation and I was asked to check on thier cats for them. Oh, the...hijinks that ensued.

At ANY rate, Ghostie and his family are gone again on vacation, and they asked me check on the cats again this year. Well, how can I say no? I mean, Ghostie is the best sidekick a gay man could ask for. he does practically whatever I want him to do (wearing talking in a totally NON-sexual context here. Ghostie is on the other side of the fence). And his mom makes me stuff to eat. Last year it was two big containers of beef stew. This year, it was a big container of pot roast, with taters and the works! How sweet is that? i mean, the family is VEGETARIAN, and the mom makes me MEAT since I check on her cats? Are they not the coolest family. (well except for the whole freaky vegetarian deal. And the fact they have cats in the first place. But I digress...)

At ANY rate, after the...issues I had last year, I learned my lesson. I was NOT going to do this alone. I needed cover, support...hell, cannon fodder to distract the demon spawn maybe, who knows? So who could I ask, but AG! And she agreed to go along with me....IF we went out to eat afterwards. Well, actually, i suggested that to sweeten the pot for her, cause she doesn't like those lil bags of hairballs anymore than I do.

So, using our helpful picture icons, we see that this story involves:

Uncle Polt, himself, and

Ag!

(You may be wondering about the Auntie Mame poster to designate Ag. Well, her nickname is Agnes because a previous friend of hers told her that she's like Agnes Gooch, a character in Auntie Mame. And try as I might I could NOT find a photo of Peggy Cass as Agnes Gooch from the movie. So, I had to just settle on the movie poster itself.)

I got back from work (which was a bitch in and of itself. I got an hour of overtime, which is good, but dammit, I actually had to work! I had to handle like three times or so the normal influx of clients! It was inSANE! But again, I digress...), and showered and relaxed a bit to prepare myself for this...adventure...yeah, okay, we'll call it that.

So we get there, and gather up thier papers and mail, as instructed (and no, Ag did not rifle through the mail, nosily seeing what bills and flyers and magazines they had gotten [and no, I didn't later waste time nosily rifling through the most recent Sports Illustrated looking for photos of the Duke Lacrosse player, all to no avail], no not at all), and then got to the door. Well, first we had to fight our way around an overgrown large shrubbery that was blocking half the front walkway, but that was perhaps the easiest thing we had to handle.

So, the door. Well, I had the key, and I unlocked the deadbolt, and turned the handle...and the door didn't open! Now, mind you, they have an alarm, and I had the code to disarm it, but I couldn't do that from outside the door! And I had no way to get in. I tried the key again, and still nothing. And again and still nothing. And I thought at any minute, the alarm was gonna start clanging and the cops were gonna be on thier way.

And then I thought about putting the key in the lock on the handle, and it opened. And then I heard the alarm start beeping. SO I ran over and disarmed it. Second hurdle cleared.

We went into the kitchen and found a note taped to the door. It said to put the 2 white bowls in the fridge in the one room (yes there was MORE than one room) with cats in it. When we opened the fridge, we found three bowls. Hmm, what to do now? So we decided since the note only read two, that's all we'd put in the room. Taking a bowl each, we made our way upstairs.

There are 4 bedrooms upstairs. They had put a note on one door saying there were three cats inside and that's where we were to put the food. ObBviously, Ag and I had been talking the whole time coming up the stairs, so the cats heard us, and were meowing right on the other side of the door. I thought it was kinda cute. And we opened the door just a tad, and one little black paw came and kinda waved back and forth. I thought that was kidna cute too. but that's where the cuteness ended for the day.

As we opened the door, Ag tried to keep the cats inside. Right. Might as well try to nail Jello to a wall. Before we knew it, two of the cats were out the door and down the stairs. We tried to coax them back upstairs and in the room by waving the bowls of food in front of them, and one of them actually did make it TO the stairs, but balked at going up them. bastard. SO it was kinda clear we were gonna have to just round 'em up by hand. And when I say 'we' I mean 'Ag', cause I'm allergic to cats.

(indeed)

SO she gave me the second bowl of food and somehow managed to get a hold of one cat. She carried it out in front of her, as if it were something toxic...which, well, since it was a cat, it might have been, who knows? BUt I laughed at the way she was carrying and she said she had to, cause she didn't know if these guys had claws or not. Ohh, interesting thought, it hadn't occured to me. And I was happy, yet again, to be allergic and therefore unable to handle the hairballs from hell.

(running amok in London!)

When almost to the top of the stairs, it occurs to me, the door to that bedroom is still hanging open as we left it, and to our knowledge, only two cats ran out. SO, it would be possible that while we were downstairs the third one may have run out. Swell.

(dive for cover!)

So Ag manages to get the cat to the top of the stairs when he wiggles free. But by then, I've got the bowl of food out and he follows me into the room to start eating. And while he was eating, I left the room, shutting the door. One down, one to go.

(getting ready to pounce on this poor unsuspecting woman and sink its claws into her eyeballs)/span>

We tried with food to get the second one, but in the end, Ag just had to corral him in the living room and carry him upstairs again. And this one, she found out, did inDEED have claws! We managed to get him into the room without the first one running out, he was busy eating, thank God. And we shut the door behind us so we could check on thier water. We gave them some, and as we went to leave, we saw the third one: a big gray furball, sitting in the corner next to a chair, presiding over the spectacle like a hairy buddha. Without too much comment, we quickly left the room before the other two would notice and dart out...again.

(red eyed flying demons! demons, I tell ya!)

There was the master bedroom left. This one said there were two cats in the bathroom attached, and we should make sure the hallway door was shut before we opened the bathroom door. This did NOT bode, I thought. It meant these cats were runners, and I decidedly am NOT!

(NO PICTURES! NO PICTURE! GIMME THAT CAMERA!!)

No sooner did Ag open the bathroom door, than there were two meowing streaks of hair zipping across the floor. One went immediately to a wicker basket, hunched up and began clawing it. In preperation to slice into our flesh, no doubt. The other ran to the far side of the bed and all that could be seen was the end of his tail sticking out from underneath. yeah, these two were gonna be fun.

(Swatting the camera from your hand)

We checked the bathroom for food and water...and the smell of thier litter boxes knocked us back into the bedroom! No wonder they wanted out of there so badly! How could two cats smell worse than three cats? Maybe the big buddha cat in the other room was sitting there, cause he had his little paws crossed cause he couldn't go around the other kitties? Maybe these second too cats were more...prolific in thier poopin? Oh who knows? All that matter was the odor from that bathroom damn near singed our eyebrows off.

(screw the claws, he's gonna bite a chunk out of your flesh!)

Ag managed to get the raking-of-the-claws cat and put him back in the bathroom, where he didn't want to go (and with that smell, who can blame him?). We stood there and tried to call the second one out, but he wasn't coming. I flopped down on the bed and said it was hopeless. Ag got on the bed too and suggested we sit there and wait him out. yeah, like that would happen.

(leaping onto this happy couple to shred them no doubt)

As I went to get off the bed and just before my feet hit the floor and yanked them back up and told Ag to check under the bed cause i just KNEW that hairy host from hell was waiting right under the bed to slash my Achilles tendon with his claws, and then when I couldn't stand and fell down he'd be on me and slicing and dicing my flesh up. Perhaps even julienne my ankle! Laughing, she got down and looked under the bed, the cat was near where she was, so I safely got off the other side.

(You've got to be properly dressed and armed to safely fight off a horde of tabbies!)

We decided against reaching under the pull the cat out, neither of us wanted our forearms shredded. We tried calling him out, pffft, right, like was gonna work. It's a cat, not a dog. Dog's come we called, cat's have answering machines. So we left the bathroom door open so the cats could come and go as they pleased between the rooms, and we hurried out the door, shutting it behind us.

(they train 'em young, even a kitten can be deadly. Don't let the cuteness fool you!)

Across the hall was Ghostie's room...door wide open. An open invitation, if you will. We went in. And what kind of friends would we be if we didn't do just a little sabotage to the room? But he's such a good friend, well, we had to do more than just a little sabotage. I don't remember all that we did, and even I did, I wouldn't write it here. Ghostie could read it and that would eliminate the surprise of finding what all we did. Hehehhe....a couple months from now he might find something, and then he'll remember us and laugh. Or well, WE'LL laugh when he tells us about it anyway.

After this, we left and got the door locked without issue. Or at least without setting the alarm off, which is kinda the same thing. Our mission accomplished, we went to Cafe Del Sol for supper, which as always good. I overdid it with a MOUND of pasta, and deep fried ice cream afterwards. (yeah, i'll skip the blood sugar test Sunday morning, I told myself) and then we drove to the Dollar Store for some things. And then home, full, happy and satisfied, just like one ought to be on a Satruday evening.

I've also managed to recall a few quotes from the day:

"Sure, I'll stand here, so when the alarm goes off, the cops'll just shoot me first." - Ag
"God, I HATE pussy!" - Polt
"I don't wanna be flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water with my ankles bleeding while a herd of cats use me as a clawing post!" - Polt
"I didn't break it, I didn't break it!!!!" - Polt
"Oh, I did a slutty Polt thing recently!" - Ag
"I love a man with a baby. They're so caring and compassionate-" "And their biceps bulge nicely when they lift up the babies!" - Ag

POLT = listening to "Hands Clean" by Alanis Morisette

I just wanted to say I've always admired you as a scientist and a champion of justice and I'm really sorry I puked you up like I did. - Catgirl, DK2

Happy One Year Anniversary to Polt's Palace!

Thank you all for coming! It's been a great year! Let's all meet back here a year from now and celebrate the Second Year of the Palace, shall we? Everyone bring a covered dish! They'll be a cash bar!

POLT = listening to the thunder and the rain hit the roof

I wasn't born with enough middle fingers. - Marilyn Manson

Close my eyes, heal my pride...

Today was Gay Pride in Toronto! I WISH I had been there. I had an offer to go, and stay with this guy I knew there, but he didn't invite me until this Tuesday, which sucks, cause there's no way I could go on such short notice. BUt the invite was nice. Maybe next year.


Still, to all my friends in and near Toronto, I say HAPPY PRIDE! Epi, Moons, Lone Primate, I think Jacky, and anyone else I might have missed. I hope you all enjoyed Pride, whether you're gay or not! Wish i was there with you guys.

Like I said, Maybe next year.

POLT = listening to "Whip It" by Devo

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor, and when I die, I expect to find him laughing. - XTC

The cares of life's busy throng...

Sorry I haven't posted much lately, but Uncle Polt's been busy. SO, since I don't want to be rude, I'm gonna use the advice that Mama Polt gave me so many years ago. She said, "Lil Polt, if you don't have time to say something nice, then just show pictures of a group of hot guys."

.......................or something like that....................

perhaps I'm paraphrasing a bit. But you get the idea.

So, I give you the following:

Enjoy! I'll be back to posting soon.

PS, second from right on top, and the middle on the bottom are MINE! Finders keepers and all that, you understand. Enjoy yourselves with the other available options. Thank you.

POLT = Listening to "Only" by Nine Inch Nails

Hers was a beauty of blades in an alley. Of blood in the moonlight. Of battlefield screams. - Seraphi, Preacher #23

A kiss is just a kiss...

Frenching Fridays

POLT = listening to "Acetone" by The Crystal Method

Good sex should involve laughter because it's, you know, funny. - Stephanie Lucas

A solar superman, you're an angel...

I've wrapped up the last blogpoll, the results were as follows:

Yes, I've been to a Gay Pride celebration: 7
No, I have not, but I've wanted to go to one: 2
No, and I have no desire to go to one: 2

In honor of the upcoming premiere of the Superman movie, I've made a new blogpoll...or more accurately, a blog quiz I suppose. After i get 10 votes, I'll reveal what the right answer is.

POLT = listening to "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley

For a man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone. - Walden

The silver moon and the evening tide...

MY EVENING, by Uncle Polt

As I was getting ready to walk out of my office, my phone rang. I KNEW I should have let it ring, but I picked it up. It was..the BOSS! He needed some paperwork done, a form filled out, so that IF this particular instance were to occur, the form would be filled out and ready. Despite the chances of that instance happening were slightly better than the ACLU endorsing Bush for Civil Libertarian on the year. Despite the fact I have already taken off work tomorrow, and don't give a fat rat's ass about what happens tomorrow. Despite the fact that my two co-workers WILL be there tomorrow and could handle filling out the form if we need it. I wanted to explain all this to him, slowly, cause he's not too swift. But I thought, nah, i'll just take the time, fill the freakin form out and leave. Less stress from him that way. SO i did.

I left work 15 minutes later than I had planned. I got home, obviously, about 15 minutes later than planned. It was hot, low 90's, and kinda humid, so I turned the a/c on when I got home. Just cause I knew Phoenix was coming over, and I didn't know if he brought any shorts to change into. (that would be Phoenix's picture icon on the left there...obvy)

I then got online for a bit until he arrived. Luckily for him, he HAD brought clothes to change into, and then did so. WE had spoke yesterday about this and had made a plan. So he drove us to Wal-Mart, but not the new Wal-Mart in our town. He wanted to eat at Hoss's as well, so we drove to the older Wal-Mart about a half hour away, which just happened to have a Hoss's in front of it. (hey, it was his car, his gas, who was I to argue?)

All the way up I was struggling to remember what I wanted. I knew I needed three cards (although, as I usually do when buying cards, I went a little nuts and bought 7. you just NEVER know when you'll need that cute little card, right?), and some facial scrub, or something. but I could NOT remember what else I wanted. Then, right before we got there I remembered it was that baking soda gum (yeah, not as bad as it sounds though. The dentist said I needed it). But of COURSE did Wal-Mart CARRY it? Oh NO! SO I got the other stuff. Then we ate.

Now, normally, after we eat there, Phoenix needs to get coffee from the nearby Dunkin Donuts. But not THIS week, no. They've opened a Starbucks. In Chambersburg PA! Hah, it makes me laugh! WHo knew a redneck town like Chambersburg would ever get a Starbucks?

At any rate, I was kinda excited too, cause EVERY time we go to a Starbucks, I can talk Phoenix into buying me one of the toffee almond bars and a strawberries and creme drink ( i don't like coffee. Phoenix likes coffee like Paris Hilton likes the paparazzi). SO I tried to do that this time and he refused! I didn't know what had gotten into him. And then he trots out the story his wife getting a ticket, and they have to pay the fine and he doesn't have any extra money. Pffft, I saw that for what it was: an attempt to weasel out of buying me the stuff. But try as I might, through pouting, whining, comparing it to taking Christmas gifts from kids, saying it was a tradition, etc, he stuck to his guns.

I don't think I like Phoenix with a backbone.

BUt I ordered both myself. And as I did so, I took notice to the two guys making the drinks. The two younger (17-20 year old) guys making the drinks. The two CUTE guys making the drinks. Well, one was cute, hew as the one that prepared Phoenix's drink. And the other one was more than cute..he was...sublime! He was a light skinned black man, and despite the baggy shorts and apron, I could tell he had a nice body. He finished my drink, announced it and as he held out to me and I took it, our eyes met. He had blue eyes like polished turquoise. They were captivating. And he smiled as we looked at each other, and his had a row of perfect teeth, and one dimple on his left cheek near his lips. And the top of his left ear was pierced with a gem similiar in color to his eyes. I was awestruck. And I think the cute little gayboy (cause he knocked the needle clear off my gaydar), knew I was gay too, and knew what reaction he was causing. Cause his smile widened a bit, and then he turned back ot his work. And DAMN if I didn't forget to look at his namebadge, so I have no idea what his name is. But I'll remember his face, and those eyes, and now maybe i have another reason to go to the Chambersburg Starbucks.

Oh, and then Phoenix brought me back to my apartment and we hung out. I thought Starbucks boy would be the highlight of my evening, but I was wrong. There was some stupid show on CBS called GameShow Marathon or whatever. but they were doing an updated game of the Match Game. i LOVE Match Game! More than Charles Nelson Reilly loves an ascot and cigar.

Ricki Lake was the host, she is NO Gene Rayburn, I'll tell ya that. If you know about the show (and really, you outta if you don't. Check out the GameShow Network if you've got it, for a Match Game 74 or so, it's cheesy, but great), you'll appreciate this. They had the set replicated completely, even down to the mid-70's orange shag carpeting.

And the panelists were set up smiliarly. In the "regular joe" seat on the upper left, they had George Foreman. In Brett's upper center seat, they had Kathy Griffin! LOVE HER! In the "gay" seat, occupied mostly by Charles Nelson Reilly, they had Bruce Vilanch. In the "ditzy hot chick" seat in the lower left, they had that Adreinne model who's gonna marry Peter Brady. In Richard Dawson's "smart ass" seat they had Adam Carolla. And in the bottom right seat usually occupied by Betty White, they had...BETTY WHITE! Oh I LOVE her too! She's blonde and old and funny an just reminded me SO much of my mother it was eeire! I don't think that's gonna be any kind of regular show again, but it was great to see it, and see an updated version of it.

And after this, Phoenix left, I got on here to tell you about it.

And so, in conclusion, that was my evening. Thank you.

POLT = listening to "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie

Don't ask 'Are you?', cause it's never the question. Say 'I know'. - Debbie, Queer As Folk

I feel the need to be naked with you (part 13)..

It's that time of the week again:


And this week, I've got....not much nekkidness (which is a GOOD thing), but I do just LOVE this shirt! I love the sentiment on it, and try to live by that (dare I say rule?) as much as possible.



I love checking out people's faces as they walk towards me when I'm wearing it. Some smile along with me, others even appear offended. Bet they are the LIFE of any party they're at!

Want to know more about all this foolishness? Click the HNT button in the sidebar at the left.

POLT = listening to "Climbatize" by Prodigy

You know you're in a gay church when only half the congregation is on thier knees.

This ain't Hitler's master plan...

Found this quiz on Onanite's Blog, thanks, man, for finding it. I took it and only got three wrong, but take it yourself and see how difficult it is to tell for sure if it was Hitler or her. And then think how truly frightening that is.

POLT = listening to "Shake The Disease" by Depeche Mode

Christians...are they the ones who worship some dead carpenter? - Quo Vadis

In his jeans, a fifty...

While roaming around the Logo website (well I have to do SOMETHING at work, don't I?), I came across this: Logo asked it's viewers to vote on their favorite LGBT movies, and then Logo complied a list of the top 50, which I've typed below:
(bold are ones I own, italics are ones I've just seen)

1. Brokeback Mountain
2. Latter Days
3. Beautiful Thing
4. Trick
5. Bound
6. Angels In America
7. The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert
8. Desert Hearts
9. Tripping The Velvet
10. Big Eden
11. Torch Song Trilogy
12. But I'm A Cheerleader
13. Aimee & Jaguar
14. Better Then Chocolate
15. Die, Mommie, Die
16. Maurice
17. When Night Is Falling
18. Fingersmith
19. The Sum Of Us
20. Chutney Popcorn
21. D.E.B.S.
22. Get Real
23. The Birdcage
24. Boys Don't Cry
25. Party Monster
26. Hedwig And The Angry Inch
27. The Broken Hearts Club
28. The Incredibly True Adventures Of Two Girls In Love
29. Parting Glances
30. Edge Of Seventeen
31. If These Walls Could Talk 2
32. Longtime Companion
33. Soldier's Girl
34. Rocky Horror Picture Show
35. Y Tu Mama Tambien
36. Girl Play
37. Transamerica
38. The Boys In The Band
39. Ma Vie En Rose
40. And The Band Played On
41. Making Love
42. Gia
43. Jeffrey
44. All About My Mother
45. Heavenly Creatures
46. Victor/Victoria
47. Beautiful Boxer
48. Mambo Italiano
49. Cabaret
50. The Crying Game

I think the top of the list is pretty accurate. I think Brokeback will drop on the list as time passes, cause frankly, I think other movies here are better. I was suprised to see Edge Of Seventeen so low on the list, Big Eden so high on the list, and Love, Valour, Compassion not on it at all.

Anyone have any opinions about the list?

POLT = listening to "The Song Remains The Same" by Led Zeppelin

Be reasonable. Do it MY way. - Jackie Snook

Respect is just a minimum...

Found this today at MSN news online:

WASHINGTON - The Senate Wednesday defeated a proposal pushed by Democrats that would have given some of the lowest-paid hourly workers a boost in their wages for the first time in nearly a decade.

A majority of the Senate, 52 senators, voted in favor of incrementally raising the federal minimum wage -- unchanged since 1997 -- 40 percent from $5.15 an hour to $7.25 by Jan. 1, 2009. But the measure needed 60 votes to win under a procedural agreement worked out earlier.

Sen. Edward Kennedy acknowledged to reporters that it will be "pretty difficult" to win a minimum wage increase this year. He said the pay raise for about 7 million workers and their families would be a top priority if Democrats win control of the Senate in November's elections.

Kennedy also chastised Republican leaders for blocking a minimum wage increase while pursuing repeal of the estate tax, which mostly helps the wealthy, and taking "plenty of time to debate flag burning. I don't know the last time a flag was burned in my state of Massachusetts," Kennedy said.

Democratic candidates are likely to highlight the minimum wage and contrast it to House and Senate members' salaries, which have risen by nearly $35,000 since 1997.

House Democrats, like their Senate counterparts, are pushing a $2.10-per-hour minimum wage increase. Last week, the House Appropriations Committee voted to include the wage hike in a fiscal 2007 labor and health spending bill.

House Republican leaders, who oppose raising the minimum wage, have put that bill on a back burner because of the amendment.

Incredible. They don't want to give the poorest hard working American a raise, but yet they'll give tax refunds and breaks to oil companies while the companies are reaping in thier biggest profits in history. The Republicans truly have no shame.

And if any Senator votes against raised minimum wage while accepting a salary that's increased $35,000 (more than someone on minimum wage would even MAKE in a year), they deserve to be voted out of office. No, they deserve to have all thier money taken from them and forced to work for "minimum" wage and see how well THEY can get along!

POLT = listening to "Bullet Proof...I Wish I Was" by Radiohead

And everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people. - The Replacements

We're on the road to nowhere (part 27)...

Where We At Wednesday?























We're in Nashville Kansas today, population....not very much I'm sure.

POLT = listening to "One More Time" by Daft Punk

The world of the heterosexual is a sick and boring life. - Edith Massey, Female Trouble

Save what's left for the deaf (part 9)....

Tone Deaf Tuesdays

This week, I have one song that distinctly reminds me of two different instances. The song is, what i consider Madonna's best: Ray Of Light.

The first takes place in the spring of 1999. Ag and I were returning from our annual trek to Toronto. This trip was a bit different because my boyfriend at the time, Tim, had gone with us. It had been a mistake to take him along, things didn't go as well as I had planned, but that's a story for another time.

We were on our way back, and at that point in time, we'd take the New York Turnpike from Buffalo back to Batavia NY where we'd get off and take other roads back down to PA. I had brought along a portable CD player, and we were listening to them. I was driving, Tim was up front, Ag in the back seat. I don't know where on the turnpike we were, but Ray Of Light came on. I know Tim and I, and possibly Ag as well, started singing it. I rolled my window down, threw my left arm into the arm, and started waving it all around, moving my wrist and elbow as well, while singing the song. I believe Tim did the same thing on the other side of the car, both of us attempting to do that in time to the song. And I think we played the song more than once, laughing the whole time, of course.

The second memory is when my mom was in Winchester VA for training, I have no idea when this was, probably around the same time. She called me from there and said she and a few of the girls she was working with were going out to get something to eat, did I want to come down and go eat with them? now, mind you, WInchester VA is about an hour south of here. But I said, yeah what the hell?

So I get on I-81 and head south. It's a beautiful day. It's warm but not hot, and there's a nice breeze, no clouds. SO I put all the windows down and let the wind blow through the car. I've got the portable CD player again. And I play it, but I have to have it turned up to hear over the wind blowing around. I remember replaying Ray Of Light at least 10 times in a row on the trip, singing at the top of lungs, and speeding, probably about 80 to 85 the whole way down there. Got their sooner than an hour. And when I did, I was hoarse from all the singing.

POLT = listening to "Unchained Melody" by U2

When phone solicitors call your home, ask for THEIR number.

Manure, so with a flow and spray....

I live and work in seperate towns. In between are several small little villages, hamlets, and family farms. I expect to experience farm smells while traveling along these roads. However, let me tell you, it's a whole new level of odiferous adventures when someone laid out farm animal waste to bake in the sun, heat, and humidity for hours on end.

Got nasty nose hairs? Oh, this'll burn them RIGHT away! This is something you city folk can only imagine.

......lucky bastards......

POLT = listening to "Nothing Really Matters" by Madonna

Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. - Calvin & Hobbes

Let's get unconcsious honey (week 2)....

Unconscious Mutterings for this week:

I say ... and you think ... ?
Voice :: Heard
Us :: Them
Passionately :: Kiss
Humbly :: grovel
Love songs :: ick
Dim :: blondes
Calendar :: girl
Careless :: wreck
Block :: solid
Goal :: soccer

I don't if these mean anything, but it's something to do, eh? Try it yourself at the above link, or over in the sidebar on the left.

POLT = listening to "Your Song" by Elton John

Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours to go. I want to be sedated. - The Ramones

Like I could get you into movies....

Thanks for Ghostie, the Dead Boy Wonder, I have now seen the final two Oscar nominated films I had yet to see: Munich and Good Night and Good Luck.






















In my opinon, both of them were better than Brokeback Mountain, which I wanted to win, and Crash, which did win. I think I liked Good Night best, because it is SO relevant to today. The message it presented resonates as much now as it did in the early 50's. Not to say Munich wasn't any good, cause it was, quite good. But the only thing that put Good Night over it, in my mind, was how much the movies speaks to the issues of today, the government censorship, the "disagreement = unpatriotic" fervor and mindset that, I hope, the country's finally waking up from.

I think all the movies were deserving of being nominated (with the possible exception of Capote, although Hoffman DEFINATLEY deserved the Oscar for Best Actor), and I believe this is the first time I've seen all the movies nominated in a single year. Hell, I think it's the first time I wanted to see all 5. And I'd highly recommend them all to anyone who is considering seeing them. They're all definately worth seeing!

POLT = listening to "Breathe (2AM)" by Anna Nalick

This wasn't just boy, this was divine! - Anatole, The Salt Point