Why? Why not.
POLT - listening to "What's The Matter Here?" by 10,000 Maniacs
You could serve a three course meal on his chest, but other than that, what do you see in him? - Circuit
Thursday, August 31, 2006
I'm going red and my tongue's getting tied...
Hot Asian guys sticking thier tongues out.
Why? Why not.
POLT - listening to "What's The Matter Here?" by 10,000 Maniacs
You could serve a three course meal on his chest, but other than that, what do you see in him? - Circuit
Why? Why not.
POLT - listening to "What's The Matter Here?" by 10,000 Maniacs
You could serve a three course meal on his chest, but other than that, what do you see in him? - Circuit
That little faggot got his own jet airplane...
So...work today....
I've come to the conclusion it's probably better to NOT post about work. So instead, following in the footsteps of JP at Brain Salve i think I'll post about my partime job. (the following may or may not be true, in whole or in part, metaphorically speaking)
Have I mentioned that in my spare time, I'm airplane steward? Oh yeah, Uncle Polt's flying the friendly skies...more or less.
It's a great gig, and I enjoy it, despite the unruly demanding passengers, katty back stabbing fellow stewardesses and cocky, know-it-all pilots. See like today, during the flight, we hit some turbulance. And then it cleared, although all of us working on the plane knew we'd hit some more turbulance eventually. Did the pilot, co-pilots, navigator, whoever else is in charge of the plane, DO anything? Did they make any preperations for the forthcoming turbulance? Oh no. Since they couldn't see it, since it wasn't directly in front of their faces, they saw no need to do anything about it. And then, once we hit the turbulance, then we, the steward(ess) es are expected to run around like chickens with our heads cut off helping the passengers into thier seats, picking up dropped items, cleaning messes made, all the while attempting to retain our own footing and doing our regular duties. This could have been handled much better if only the pilot etc had PLANNED for the turbulance we all knew was coming back! But no, that would be too easy. I spent my whole morning dealing with crap like this.
THEN, in the afternoon, after I finished my bowl of chicken broth and no-cheese-but-with-tomatos sub, I had and encounter with a fellow stewardess. I call her Chicken Lady, cause if anyone remembers The Kids In The Hall from the early 90's, she looks quite like the Chicken Lady from thier skits. She also thinks she's the head honcho, big hen over the rest of us steward (ess)es, when she isn't. I guess being married to one of the co-pilots has something to do with that.
At any rate, she saunters up to MY station from hers in First Class (she's too good to work in coach like everyone else) and says, "I've been looking over things here, and I noticed that two people, Mr. William James and Mr. Aaron Who, haven't recieved their complementary peanuts yet? Do we have a good reason for that?"
That just got my uniform ALL in a twist! I had been dealing with the complementary peanuts ALL morning, and I was on top of it, but here she is, not even in her own section, coming down on me for something that she knew nothing about. So I told her, "Mr. James told me he had a several peanut allergy and he doesn't even want to touch the bag. And Mr. Who said I could give his to the kid sitting across the aisle from him. Are THOSE good enough reasons?"
Her response was to simply say, "Yes. Yes I guess they are." And return to First Class. I wanted to run her over with a drink cart, but then I'd have to just clean up the mess AND cover her section, and that wouldn't be worth it.
I just wish the pilot, co-pilots etc, actually really KNEW how to run a plane. I mean, yeah, they can fly it...sorta, but there's so much other stuff that would run so much easier for the rest of us if they just used a little common sense. But then thier pilots and I'm a lowly steward, so what the hell do I know, right?
POLT = listening to "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd
When one gives you a ride home from the pub, one generally expects a bit of a canoodle. - Mrs. Slocombe, Are You Being Served?
I've come to the conclusion it's probably better to NOT post about work. So instead, following in the footsteps of JP at Brain Salve i think I'll post about my partime job. (the following may or may not be true, in whole or in part, metaphorically speaking)
Have I mentioned that in my spare time, I'm airplane steward? Oh yeah, Uncle Polt's flying the friendly skies...more or less.
It's a great gig, and I enjoy it, despite the unruly demanding passengers, katty back stabbing fellow stewardesses and cocky, know-it-all pilots. See like today, during the flight, we hit some turbulance. And then it cleared, although all of us working on the plane knew we'd hit some more turbulance eventually. Did the pilot, co-pilots, navigator, whoever else is in charge of the plane, DO anything? Did they make any preperations for the forthcoming turbulance? Oh no. Since they couldn't see it, since it wasn't directly in front of their faces, they saw no need to do anything about it. And then, once we hit the turbulance, then we, the steward(ess) es are expected to run around like chickens with our heads cut off helping the passengers into thier seats, picking up dropped items, cleaning messes made, all the while attempting to retain our own footing and doing our regular duties. This could have been handled much better if only the pilot etc had PLANNED for the turbulance we all knew was coming back! But no, that would be too easy. I spent my whole morning dealing with crap like this.
THEN, in the afternoon, after I finished my bowl of chicken broth and no-cheese-but-with-tomatos sub, I had and encounter with a fellow stewardess. I call her Chicken Lady, cause if anyone remembers The Kids In The Hall from the early 90's, she looks quite like the Chicken Lady from thier skits. She also thinks she's the head honcho, big hen over the rest of us steward (ess)es, when she isn't. I guess being married to one of the co-pilots has something to do with that.
At any rate, she saunters up to MY station from hers in First Class (she's too good to work in coach like everyone else) and says, "I've been looking over things here, and I noticed that two people, Mr. William James and Mr. Aaron Who, haven't recieved their complementary peanuts yet? Do we have a good reason for that?"
That just got my uniform ALL in a twist! I had been dealing with the complementary peanuts ALL morning, and I was on top of it, but here she is, not even in her own section, coming down on me for something that she knew nothing about. So I told her, "Mr. James told me he had a several peanut allergy and he doesn't even want to touch the bag. And Mr. Who said I could give his to the kid sitting across the aisle from him. Are THOSE good enough reasons?"
Her response was to simply say, "Yes. Yes I guess they are." And return to First Class. I wanted to run her over with a drink cart, but then I'd have to just clean up the mess AND cover her section, and that wouldn't be worth it.
I just wish the pilot, co-pilots etc, actually really KNEW how to run a plane. I mean, yeah, they can fly it...sorta, but there's so much other stuff that would run so much easier for the rest of us if they just used a little common sense. But then thier pilots and I'm a lowly steward, so what the hell do I know, right?
POLT = listening to "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd
When one gives you a ride home from the pub, one generally expects a bit of a canoodle. - Mrs. Slocombe, Are You Being Served?
These are the days,,,,
Firstly, let me say that I'm typing this over at my mom's, and she's got one of those ergonomic keyboards where it's like split down the middle and the halves of it are angled away from each other...I gotta tell you it's freakin WEIRD typing on one of these, so there might be the greater than usual amount of mistakes herein.
Ever have one of THOSE days? (the question is rhetorical, of course you had, but since this is my blog, I'm gonna whine about my day, not yours.) Well, today was one of THOSE days. It started out bad and just got worse, making me very weary and run down and beat.
I had to get bloodwork done this morning at 730, which meant I had to get up about and hour earlier than I usually do. This meant that I didn't get the same amount of sleep that I normally do, which made me tired and that remained an underlying thing throughout the day. And of course, if was fasting bloodwork, which meant I hadn't had anything to eat since about 545 the night before. So not only was I tired, and grumpy, but I was hungry,
I got to the doctor's office on time, I was there at 726. They didn't open the doors until 733. And after signing in, I sat and waited until 752 to be called back for the bloodwork. It never takes that lond for them to get to me, at least not any of the other times I went there. But today...ah whatever.
Then, of course, there's the taking of the blood...blood, needles, yeah ALWAYS a great way to start your morning.
After this was over (which really wasn't all that bad, but I just don't like needles), I went to get breakfast at Denny's. I had wanted to get the local paper from one of the newspaper boxes in fron tof the place...only when I got there, I saw the boxes were no longer there. So I sat in Denny's by myself, nothing to read, while I had breakfast. There was plenty to look at, including a tall Thai waiter, a "dad" and "son" who I think weren't related but more like a couple, a hot black guy that came in with two whites chicks, and a real cutie in his mid-20's eating with his mom. With nothing to read, I at least had some eye candy to occupy my time. Then, when I left, on my way to my car, I saw that the newspaper boxes had been MOVED to amother position. I thought of going to get one then, cause I normally read the paper at lunch, but I thought I'd just get a paper whereever I went to get lunch.
And then there was work...oh, that deserves a post of its own. I'll try to post about it later.
Since yesterday, I've been feeling a bit...off. My throat is a little rough, not really sore, like...pre-sore. I got some cough drops at work, not that they did all that much anyway. And I drank plenty of water, but I still feel jsut a bit off. And my stomach was a bit...well, off. I mean it was a bit rumbley in my tumbley. So i thought for lunch, I'd try to get some soup, maybe some nice chicken soup. (Mama Polt's Homemade Chicken Corn Soup is the BEST when you've got a rumbley tumbley, but none of that was available)
So for lunch I thought I'd go to a local deli, cause they make good sandwiches and have soup AND the sell papers as well. I got there and, as Murphy's Law would have it, no papers. So i drove to a nearby gas station and they had papers. but then I realized I only had like two dollars. So I went to the ATM there. I stood there for 2 minutes and 53 seconds while the machine chugged away until it let me know there were technical difficulties and could not process my request. Only then, as I was swearing under my breath, did Rita (or that's what her nametag said) yell from behind the counter, "That thing's not been working all day, HON!" Lovely.
I got a paper, and when i got to the register, through all the phlegm in her throat she managed to crack out "That be all today, HON?" I nodded, and handed her my dollar. The paper was 53 cents (crazy Maryland tax) and she hacked and coughed a bit before saying, "You got any pennies, HON, we're a little short on 'em today?" I shook my head wondering just how many packs of cigarettes she managed to smoke in a day.
I still needed money so I went to this bank branch right off the street and waited in line behind two cars for this drive up ATM. Yeah, I'll admit I wasn't really paying attention, but it wasn't until i got up to the machine there that I saw it wasn't an ATM but one of those things with the pneumonic tube to send stuff through to the tellers at the window. I looked at it stupidly, and the teller said across the intercom, "Can I help you?" I mumbled something about thinking it was an ATM. I heard her sigh over the intercom before she pointed and said, "It's on around the building." Yeah, great. At least once I GOT to an ATM I didn't have any trouble getting my money out, which the way my day was going was NOT a forgone conclusion!
So having the money to order lunch, I attempted to get back to the deli, BUT this entailed having to pull out to the left across two lanes of traffic. At 11:45 am. Without a street light. Yeah, like THAT was gonna happen. So I said screw it and just turned right when a hole appeared in the traffic. Giving up on the deli, I went to this privately owned sandwich shop in town: Freddie's. They got damn good subs, AND soup!
Once there, I ordered half a turkey sub with lettuce, mayo, and cheese and a bowl of chicken noodle soup. I got it and returned wo work without a problem, naively thinking that perhaps my bad luck was over. Oh no. When i opened the sandwich, the lettuce was brown around the edges and there was no cheese, but there WERE tomatos, which I don't like. And the soup had a lot of broth and carrots and celery pieces...and about six little noodles. I just shrugged and figured "Yeah, for today, that's close enough."
The afternoon at work...oh, as I said I'll post about that later.
I'm over here at mom's cause they got some fresh corn out of the garden and we're gonna eat it right off the cob! I just hope I don't choke on a kernel of corn, or accidently inhale the cob and choke on that, or upset the pot of boiling water containing the corn on myself. But with the way it's going... I wouldn't bet against it.
POLT = listening to "Golddigga" by Kanye West on my iPod
Unhand me or I will remove your hands myself. At the wrist. - Nemesis, Alpha Flight #9
Ever have one of THOSE days? (the question is rhetorical, of course you had, but since this is my blog, I'm gonna whine about my day, not yours.) Well, today was one of THOSE days. It started out bad and just got worse, making me very weary and run down and beat.
I had to get bloodwork done this morning at 730, which meant I had to get up about and hour earlier than I usually do. This meant that I didn't get the same amount of sleep that I normally do, which made me tired and that remained an underlying thing throughout the day. And of course, if was fasting bloodwork, which meant I hadn't had anything to eat since about 545 the night before. So not only was I tired, and grumpy, but I was hungry,
I got to the doctor's office on time, I was there at 726. They didn't open the doors until 733. And after signing in, I sat and waited until 752 to be called back for the bloodwork. It never takes that lond for them to get to me, at least not any of the other times I went there. But today...ah whatever.
Then, of course, there's the taking of the blood...blood, needles, yeah ALWAYS a great way to start your morning.
After this was over (which really wasn't all that bad, but I just don't like needles), I went to get breakfast at Denny's. I had wanted to get the local paper from one of the newspaper boxes in fron tof the place...only when I got there, I saw the boxes were no longer there. So I sat in Denny's by myself, nothing to read, while I had breakfast. There was plenty to look at, including a tall Thai waiter, a "dad" and "son" who I think weren't related but more like a couple, a hot black guy that came in with two whites chicks, and a real cutie in his mid-20's eating with his mom. With nothing to read, I at least had some eye candy to occupy my time. Then, when I left, on my way to my car, I saw that the newspaper boxes had been MOVED to amother position. I thought of going to get one then, cause I normally read the paper at lunch, but I thought I'd just get a paper whereever I went to get lunch.
And then there was work...oh, that deserves a post of its own. I'll try to post about it later.
Since yesterday, I've been feeling a bit...off. My throat is a little rough, not really sore, like...pre-sore. I got some cough drops at work, not that they did all that much anyway. And I drank plenty of water, but I still feel jsut a bit off. And my stomach was a bit...well, off. I mean it was a bit rumbley in my tumbley. So i thought for lunch, I'd try to get some soup, maybe some nice chicken soup. (Mama Polt's Homemade Chicken Corn Soup is the BEST when you've got a rumbley tumbley, but none of that was available)
So for lunch I thought I'd go to a local deli, cause they make good sandwiches and have soup AND the sell papers as well. I got there and, as Murphy's Law would have it, no papers. So i drove to a nearby gas station and they had papers. but then I realized I only had like two dollars. So I went to the ATM there. I stood there for 2 minutes and 53 seconds while the machine chugged away until it let me know there were technical difficulties and could not process my request. Only then, as I was swearing under my breath, did Rita (or that's what her nametag said) yell from behind the counter, "That thing's not been working all day, HON!" Lovely.
I got a paper, and when i got to the register, through all the phlegm in her throat she managed to crack out "That be all today, HON?" I nodded, and handed her my dollar. The paper was 53 cents (crazy Maryland tax) and she hacked and coughed a bit before saying, "You got any pennies, HON, we're a little short on 'em today?" I shook my head wondering just how many packs of cigarettes she managed to smoke in a day.
I still needed money so I went to this bank branch right off the street and waited in line behind two cars for this drive up ATM. Yeah, I'll admit I wasn't really paying attention, but it wasn't until i got up to the machine there that I saw it wasn't an ATM but one of those things with the pneumonic tube to send stuff through to the tellers at the window. I looked at it stupidly, and the teller said across the intercom, "Can I help you?" I mumbled something about thinking it was an ATM. I heard her sigh over the intercom before she pointed and said, "It's on around the building." Yeah, great. At least once I GOT to an ATM I didn't have any trouble getting my money out, which the way my day was going was NOT a forgone conclusion!
So having the money to order lunch, I attempted to get back to the deli, BUT this entailed having to pull out to the left across two lanes of traffic. At 11:45 am. Without a street light. Yeah, like THAT was gonna happen. So I said screw it and just turned right when a hole appeared in the traffic. Giving up on the deli, I went to this privately owned sandwich shop in town: Freddie's. They got damn good subs, AND soup!
Once there, I ordered half a turkey sub with lettuce, mayo, and cheese and a bowl of chicken noodle soup. I got it and returned wo work without a problem, naively thinking that perhaps my bad luck was over. Oh no. When i opened the sandwich, the lettuce was brown around the edges and there was no cheese, but there WERE tomatos, which I don't like. And the soup had a lot of broth and carrots and celery pieces...and about six little noodles. I just shrugged and figured "Yeah, for today, that's close enough."
The afternoon at work...oh, as I said I'll post about that later.
I'm over here at mom's cause they got some fresh corn out of the garden and we're gonna eat it right off the cob! I just hope I don't choke on a kernel of corn, or accidently inhale the cob and choke on that, or upset the pot of boiling water containing the corn on myself. But with the way it's going... I wouldn't bet against it.
POLT = listening to "Golddigga" by Kanye West on my iPod
Unhand me or I will remove your hands myself. At the wrist. - Nemesis, Alpha Flight #9
I feel the need to be naked with you (Part 23)...
Okay, kiddies, time once again for...
Last week, my goatee was pretty scraggly, so as I started to trim it, I thought, i could use this as a HNT. And thusly I give you the following:
I call it: Uncle Polt In Mid-Trim. (Yeah, i know it's not a pair of boobies or a special no-no place, but hey, it's all i got this week.) Try not to dwell on the gray hairs, I try not to.
If you're interested in knowing more about all this, click on the HNT button on the left. Oh, and HAPPY HNT one and all!
POLT = listening to "Porcelin" by Moby
"She's having that 18 month itch." "They can treat that with penicillion." - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
Last week, my goatee was pretty scraggly, so as I started to trim it, I thought, i could use this as a HNT. And thusly I give you the following:
I call it: Uncle Polt In Mid-Trim. (Yeah, i know it's not a pair of boobies or a special no-no place, but hey, it's all i got this week.) Try not to dwell on the gray hairs, I try not to.
If you're interested in knowing more about all this, click on the HNT button on the left. Oh, and HAPPY HNT one and all!
POLT = listening to "Porcelin" by Moby
"She's having that 18 month itch." "They can treat that with penicillion." - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Now when the winds, cry Angela...
So I was mistaken, Angela got Auf-ed, not Kayne, which is good cause she deserved to go. Go a LONG time ago.
But Kayne DID have a HIDeous outfit! I did not keep notes on the whole show. However, as much as it pains me to say it, I did like Jeffrey's outfit the best. It was the best. I liked Laura's also, I could see someone jetting party to party in it. However, the color was wrong, in my opinion. It was too close to her natural skin tone. But still, nicely done.
Angela's just reminded me of a hippie backpacking her way through Europe, maybe following the Dead. Certainly NOT a jet-setter.
At least she's gone, and that's a good thing.
POLT = listening to "Block Rockin' Beats" by The Chemical Brothers
"That reminds me of a story: The Boy Who Cried...um..." "Wolf?" "AHHH! Where?!?!!?" - Carl, Jimmy Neutron
But Kayne DID have a HIDeous outfit! I did not keep notes on the whole show. However, as much as it pains me to say it, I did like Jeffrey's outfit the best. It was the best. I liked Laura's also, I could see someone jetting party to party in it. However, the color was wrong, in my opinion. It was too close to her natural skin tone. But still, nicely done.
Angela's just reminded me of a hippie backpacking her way through Europe, maybe following the Dead. Certainly NOT a jet-setter.
At least she's gone, and that's a good thing.
POLT = listening to "Block Rockin' Beats" by The Chemical Brothers
"That reminds me of a story: The Boy Who Cried...um..." "Wolf?" "AHHH! Where?!?!!?" - Carl, Jimmy Neutron
I am the president, we own the world, I am king of the world (Part 1)...
Worst President Ever Wednesdays
With this genius as Commander-in-Chief, is it any wonder things are all fucked up in Iraq?
POLT = listening to "Weapon Of Choice" by Fatboy Slim
Men are like parking spaces: all the good ones are already taken - and the rest are handicapped or their meters are running out.
With this genius as Commander-in-Chief, is it any wonder things are all fucked up in Iraq?
POLT = listening to "Weapon Of Choice" by Fatboy Slim
Men are like parking spaces: all the good ones are already taken - and the rest are handicapped or their meters are running out.
He wears big spectacles and he sings like Buddy Holly...
Monday, Phoenix and I hung out...
...and we ate at this restaurant that had it's own seasoning brand. It was a mixture of salt, pepper and garlic. how do I know this? Well, there was a container of it on the table. I picked it up and could read it, but when it came time to read the ingredients, nope, no way. I couldn't focus me eyes enough to read it. I had to hold the container about a foot in front of my face. Phoenix, the inconsiderate bastard laughed (course, I woulda laughed at HIM had he done it, so...) If i took my glasses off, then I could hold it at a regular distance and read it, but with my glasses on, nope, no way.
And then he said it. Phoenix actually said to me, "Well, I guess you'll have to get bifocals." The punk. That's not what you say to man who's damn near 40 and who's eyesight it failing! Nothing like kicking a man when he's down, eh?
I HATE getting old.
POLT = listening to "Trickshot" by Ceasefire
"On a scale of one to ten, ten being CJ, one being a monkey throwing feces, where do I rank?" "...You're doing...fine." - Josh Lyman, The West Wing
...and we ate at this restaurant that had it's own seasoning brand. It was a mixture of salt, pepper and garlic. how do I know this? Well, there was a container of it on the table. I picked it up and could read it, but when it came time to read the ingredients, nope, no way. I couldn't focus me eyes enough to read it. I had to hold the container about a foot in front of my face. Phoenix, the inconsiderate bastard laughed (course, I woulda laughed at HIM had he done it, so...) If i took my glasses off, then I could hold it at a regular distance and read it, but with my glasses on, nope, no way.
And then he said it. Phoenix actually said to me, "Well, I guess you'll have to get bifocals." The punk. That's not what you say to man who's damn near 40 and who's eyesight it failing! Nothing like kicking a man when he's down, eh?
I HATE getting old.
POLT = listening to "Trickshot" by Ceasefire
"On a scale of one to ten, ten being CJ, one being a monkey throwing feces, where do I rank?" "...You're doing...fine." - Josh Lyman, The West Wing
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
A rose by any other name...
Earlier this week, I called Mrs. David Franceschina to find out how she was doing with the pregnancy (she's fine, by the way. Inducing Friday if the little bugger doesn't come before that). But, she told me that Mr. David Franceschina had a bone to pick with me. He said at his school (he's a music and band teacher) some faculty member, I forget what her name was, approached him recently. The conversation went (the best of my recollection) as follows:
Faculty Member Who's Name I Forgot: David, I have a question to ask you, and you need to answer me truthfully and in complete honesty, because your answers may have serious repercussion for us all.
Mr. David Franceschina: ......um, okay.
FMWNIF: Who is the purple polt?
MDF: huh?
FMWNIF: WHO is the purple polt?
MDF: Um...I don't think I know what you're talking about.
FMWNIF: Oh, David, I think you DO know. Who is the purple polt?
MDF: Umm.....oh, you mean Chris Uncle Polt?
FMWNIF: DAVID! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH YOUR OFF TIME????
It appears that if one Googles "David Franceschina" the third thing that pops up is Ye Olde Palace (how disappointed was I that I was third and NOT first?) Apprantly, she was surpised and dismayed that he was mentioned on a blog that promoted a "homosexual agenda". And with him being a teacher and all. His retort was something along the lines of: he's not gay. And it does not promote a homosexual agenda, whatever that is. And nonetheless, even if he WAS gay on a blog that DID promote a homosexual agenda, SO WHAT? As far as he knew, it wasn't illegal to be gay and a teacher, despite what Bushie and his people may want (how comforting to hear such a sentiment come from Mr. Republican loving, Democrat hating conservative guy himself! Perhaps I've been misjudging him). She remindged him that it may not be illegal, but if the wrong parent got wind of it, and had an axe to grind against him, they could make a lot of trouble, stress and incovenience for him.
I asked him if he wanted to try to go back through the blog and delete all references to his name and come up with a new one for him. He thought about it, and told me not bother with the going back stuff. He did recommend i come up with a new name, and hence photo, to use for him. And I'll gladly grant that wish, as I agree wholeheartedly, and do NOT want him to get into any trouble (or rather, I don't want to help him get into any, as he seems to find enough trouble with parents and administration himself).
So, after much thought and contemplation, I've decieded I shall no longer call him by his real name. I tried come up with a better name. I tried Abby's Daddy...but with the new kid on the way, that was a tad bit exclusive. I thought of CommieHater...but no, that's too general as well. I thought of Professor Harold Hill, the shyster band leader form the play The Music Man..but I didn't really want to taint the character's by associating so closely with Mr. David F.
And then I thought I wanted to retain as much of his name as I could so I'm gonna go with the following: Mr. David Parispeking. It's taking the capitals of his name and using them!!!! I know, a stroke of genius. (if you don't like it, whatever, it's my blog...deal.) And naturally, his lovely wife will be Mrs. David Parispeking. And thier kids will be the Little David Parispekings. hehehhe, makes me snicker....
Also, I wanted to change the icon photos i use, so I'm going with this one for David:
yes, it IS Harold Hill from the Music Man. It just seemed so prefect! David is, if nothing else, a music man. I could just picture him in that same outfit and identical pose. And then I laugh myself silly.
For his lovely wife, I thought it natural to use Marion the Librarian, from the same movie. BUt I could not for the life of me find a good photo of Shirley Jones as Marion. And then it occured to me that Shirley Jones is also known as the mom on the Partridge Family, and since Susan is beginning to beget her own little flock of Parispekings, I thought I'd grab a photo from then and use it, so this is the new photo for Mrs. David Parispeking!
Now, I hope that clears up any future confusion and eliminates and future problems of this kind of Mr. David Parispeking. But I really doubt it. In both cases.
POLT = listening to "Killer/Papa Was A Rolling Stone" by George Micheal
It's like meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his beautiful...husband! - Alanis Morrisette, live in concert, August 10, 2004
Faculty Member Who's Name I Forgot: David, I have a question to ask you, and you need to answer me truthfully and in complete honesty, because your answers may have serious repercussion for us all.
Mr. David Franceschina: ......um, okay.
FMWNIF: Who is the purple polt?
MDF: huh?
FMWNIF: WHO is the purple polt?
MDF: Um...I don't think I know what you're talking about.
FMWNIF: Oh, David, I think you DO know. Who is the purple polt?
MDF: Umm.....oh, you mean Chris Uncle Polt?
FMWNIF: DAVID! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH YOUR OFF TIME????
It appears that if one Googles "David Franceschina" the third thing that pops up is Ye Olde Palace (how disappointed was I that I was third and NOT first?) Apprantly, she was surpised and dismayed that he was mentioned on a blog that promoted a "homosexual agenda". And with him being a teacher and all. His retort was something along the lines of: he's not gay. And it does not promote a homosexual agenda, whatever that is. And nonetheless, even if he WAS gay on a blog that DID promote a homosexual agenda, SO WHAT? As far as he knew, it wasn't illegal to be gay and a teacher, despite what Bushie and his people may want (how comforting to hear such a sentiment come from Mr. Republican loving, Democrat hating conservative guy himself! Perhaps I've been misjudging him). She remindged him that it may not be illegal, but if the wrong parent got wind of it, and had an axe to grind against him, they could make a lot of trouble, stress and incovenience for him.
I asked him if he wanted to try to go back through the blog and delete all references to his name and come up with a new one for him. He thought about it, and told me not bother with the going back stuff. He did recommend i come up with a new name, and hence photo, to use for him. And I'll gladly grant that wish, as I agree wholeheartedly, and do NOT want him to get into any trouble (or rather, I don't want to help him get into any, as he seems to find enough trouble with parents and administration himself).
So, after much thought and contemplation, I've decieded I shall no longer call him by his real name. I tried come up with a better name. I tried Abby's Daddy...but with the new kid on the way, that was a tad bit exclusive. I thought of CommieHater...but no, that's too general as well. I thought of Professor Harold Hill, the shyster band leader form the play The Music Man..but I didn't really want to taint the character's by associating so closely with Mr. David F.
And then I thought I wanted to retain as much of his name as I could so I'm gonna go with the following: Mr. David Parispeking. It's taking the capitals of his name and using them!!!! I know, a stroke of genius. (if you don't like it, whatever, it's my blog...deal.) And naturally, his lovely wife will be Mrs. David Parispeking. And thier kids will be the Little David Parispekings. hehehhe, makes me snicker....
Also, I wanted to change the icon photos i use, so I'm going with this one for David:
yes, it IS Harold Hill from the Music Man. It just seemed so prefect! David is, if nothing else, a music man. I could just picture him in that same outfit and identical pose. And then I laugh myself silly.
For his lovely wife, I thought it natural to use Marion the Librarian, from the same movie. BUt I could not for the life of me find a good photo of Shirley Jones as Marion. And then it occured to me that Shirley Jones is also known as the mom on the Partridge Family, and since Susan is beginning to beget her own little flock of Parispekings, I thought I'd grab a photo from then and use it, so this is the new photo for Mrs. David Parispeking!
Now, I hope that clears up any future confusion and eliminates and future problems of this kind of Mr. David Parispeking. But I really doubt it. In both cases.
POLT = listening to "Killer/Papa Was A Rolling Stone" by George Micheal
It's like meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his beautiful...husband! - Alanis Morrisette, live in concert, August 10, 2004
The best movie ever! It's a foreign film from Canada...
Since I did the 100 Worst Films of 2005, I thought it only fair to do something about the best films. So I found a list of the top 100 best films, apparently ever, as rated by IMDB.com, and I'll highlight the ones I've seen. This list is as of May 2004, so there's nothing newer than that on it.
1. Godfather, The (1972)
2. Shawshank Redemption, The (1994)
3. Godfather: Part II, The (1974)
4. Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, The (2003)
5. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The (2002)
6. Schindler's List (1993)
7. Shichinin no samurai (1954)
8. Casablanca (1942)
9. Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The (2001)
10. Star Wars (1977)
11. Citizen Kane (1941)
12. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975)
13. Dr. Strangelove (1964)
14. Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
15. Rear Window (1954)
16. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
17. Pulp Fiction (1994)
18. Usual Suspects, The (1995)
19. Memento (2000)
20. North by Northwest (1959)
21. 12 Angry Men (1957)
22. Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il (1966)
23. Lawrence of Arabia (1962)
24. Psycho (1960)
25. Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain, Le (2001)
26. Silence of the Lambs, The (1991)
27. It's a Wonderful Life (1946)
28. Goodfellas (1990)
29. American Beauty (1999)
30. Sunset Blvd. (1950)
31. Vertigo (1958)
32. Matrix, The (1999)
33. Cidade de Deus (2002)
34. To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)
35. C'era una volta il West (1968)
36. Apocalypse Now (1979)
37. Pianist, The (2002)
38. Third Man, The (1949)
39. Paths of Glory (1957)
40. Taxi Driver (1976)
41. Fight Club (1999)
42. Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (2001)
43. Some Like It Hot (1959)
44. Double Indemnity (1944)
45. Boot, Das (1981)
46. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)
47. Singin' in the Rain (1952)
48. Chinatown (1974)
49. L.A. Confidential (1997)
50. Maltese Falcon, The (1941)
51. Requiem for a Dream (2000)
52. All About Eve (1950)
53. M (1931)
54. Bridge on the River Kwai, The (1957)
55. Se7en (1995)
56. Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)
57. Saving Private Ryan (1998)
58. Rashômon (1950)
59. Raging Bull (1980)
60. Wizard of Oz, The (1939)
61. Alien (1979)
62. American History X (1998)
63. Sting, The (1973)
64. Léon (1994)
65. Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)
66. Manchurian Candidate, The (1962)
67. Vita è bella, La (1997)
68. Touch of Evil (1958)
69. Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The (1948)
70. Finding Nemo (2003)
71. 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)
72. Reservoir Dogs (1992)
73. Great Escape, The (1963)
74. Modern Times (1936)
75. Clockwork Orange, A (1971)
76. Amadeus (1984)
77. On the Waterfront (1954)
78. Ran (1985)
79. Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)
80. Annie Hall (1977)
81. Wo hu cang long (2000)
82. Jaws (1975)
83. Apartment, The (1960)
84. Braveheart (1995)
85. High Noon (1952)
86. Aliens (1986)
87. Fargo (1996)
88. Strangers on a Train (1951)
89. Shining, The (1980)
90. Metropolis (1927)
91. Blade Runner (1982)
92. Sixth Sense, The (1999)
93. City Lights (1931)
94. Donnie Darko (2001)
95. Duck Soup (1933)
96. Great Dictator, The (1940)
97. General, The (1927)
98. Sjunde inseglet, Det (1957)
99. Princess Bride, The (1987)
100. Dogville (2003)
I saw 52 movies on this list, I guess that's a good thing that I saw more than half of the best movies ever, eh?
POLT = listening to "I Love The Nightlife" by Alicia Bridges
I'd rather suck on a urinal cake. - James St.James, Party Monster
1. Godfather, The (1972)
2. Shawshank Redemption, The (1994)
3. Godfather: Part II, The (1974)
4. Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, The (2003)
5. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The (2002)
6. Schindler's List (1993)
7. Shichinin no samurai (1954)
8. Casablanca (1942)
9. Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The (2001)
10. Star Wars (1977)
11. Citizen Kane (1941)
12. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975)
13. Dr. Strangelove (1964)
14. Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
15. Rear Window (1954)
16. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
17. Pulp Fiction (1994)
18. Usual Suspects, The (1995)
19. Memento (2000)
20. North by Northwest (1959)
21. 12 Angry Men (1957)
22. Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il (1966)
23. Lawrence of Arabia (1962)
24. Psycho (1960)
25. Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain, Le (2001)
26. Silence of the Lambs, The (1991)
27. It's a Wonderful Life (1946)
28. Goodfellas (1990)
29. American Beauty (1999)
30. Sunset Blvd. (1950)
31. Vertigo (1958)
32. Matrix, The (1999)
33. Cidade de Deus (2002)
34. To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)
35. C'era una volta il West (1968)
36. Apocalypse Now (1979)
37. Pianist, The (2002)
38. Third Man, The (1949)
39. Paths of Glory (1957)
40. Taxi Driver (1976)
41. Fight Club (1999)
42. Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (2001)
43. Some Like It Hot (1959)
44. Double Indemnity (1944)
45. Boot, Das (1981)
46. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)
47. Singin' in the Rain (1952)
48. Chinatown (1974)
49. L.A. Confidential (1997)
50. Maltese Falcon, The (1941)
51. Requiem for a Dream (2000)
52. All About Eve (1950)
53. M (1931)
54. Bridge on the River Kwai, The (1957)
55. Se7en (1995)
56. Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)
57. Saving Private Ryan (1998)
58. Rashômon (1950)
59. Raging Bull (1980)
60. Wizard of Oz, The (1939)
61. Alien (1979)
62. American History X (1998)
63. Sting, The (1973)
64. Léon (1994)
65. Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)
66. Manchurian Candidate, The (1962)
67. Vita è bella, La (1997)
68. Touch of Evil (1958)
69. Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The (1948)
70. Finding Nemo (2003)
71. 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)
72. Reservoir Dogs (1992)
73. Great Escape, The (1963)
74. Modern Times (1936)
75. Clockwork Orange, A (1971)
76. Amadeus (1984)
77. On the Waterfront (1954)
78. Ran (1985)
79. Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)
80. Annie Hall (1977)
81. Wo hu cang long (2000)
82. Jaws (1975)
83. Apartment, The (1960)
84. Braveheart (1995)
85. High Noon (1952)
86. Aliens (1986)
87. Fargo (1996)
88. Strangers on a Train (1951)
89. Shining, The (1980)
90. Metropolis (1927)
91. Blade Runner (1982)
92. Sixth Sense, The (1999)
93. City Lights (1931)
94. Donnie Darko (2001)
95. Duck Soup (1933)
96. Great Dictator, The (1940)
97. General, The (1927)
98. Sjunde inseglet, Det (1957)
99. Princess Bride, The (1987)
100. Dogville (2003)
I saw 52 movies on this list, I guess that's a good thing that I saw more than half of the best movies ever, eh?
POLT = listening to "I Love The Nightlife" by Alicia Bridges
I'd rather suck on a urinal cake. - James St.James, Party Monster
There's too much information for my mind (Part 5)...
Once more, I get these from http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/:
1. Do you use the restroom in public places? Only when necessary (what does this have to do with sex?)
2. What is your favorite kinda porn... girl on girl, 3somes, guy/girl, guy/guy? guy/guy 3somes? Is that an option?
3. Do you talk to your neighbors? Have they heard you? You heard them? I do talk to my neighbors. I'm told at least one neighbor can hear me, and yes, I have heard her also.
4. Ever maxed out your credit card? Bounced a check? Never maxed it out, but I put too much on it. And I have bounced a check, but it was only cause my paycheck is direct deposit and wasn't in the bank just yet.
5. 3 words to describe your so's "down there". My "so's"??? Significant other's, perhaps? Okay, well I can do that....let me see....thick, hard and awe-inspiring.
Bonus: Have you ever had an affair? Well no, since I'm not married. I have, at least one time that I know of, been the "other woman" in an affair situation though.
I suppose not all the questions dela with sex all the time.....oh well, still fun to answer.
POLT = listening to "History Repeating" by The Propellorheads
"I don't think violence solves anything." "Violence doesn't solve anything? What the hell kinda monster ARE you?" - Shake, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
1. Do you use the restroom in public places? Only when necessary (what does this have to do with sex?)
2. What is your favorite kinda porn... girl on girl, 3somes, guy/girl, guy/guy? guy/guy 3somes? Is that an option?
3. Do you talk to your neighbors? Have they heard you? You heard them? I do talk to my neighbors. I'm told at least one neighbor can hear me, and yes, I have heard her also.
4. Ever maxed out your credit card? Bounced a check? Never maxed it out, but I put too much on it. And I have bounced a check, but it was only cause my paycheck is direct deposit and wasn't in the bank just yet.
5. 3 words to describe your so's "down there". My "so's"??? Significant other's, perhaps? Okay, well I can do that....let me see....thick, hard and awe-inspiring.
Bonus: Have you ever had an affair? Well no, since I'm not married. I have, at least one time that I know of, been the "other woman" in an affair situation though.
I suppose not all the questions dela with sex all the time.....oh well, still fun to answer.
POLT = listening to "History Repeating" by The Propellorheads
"I don't think violence solves anything." "Violence doesn't solve anything? What the hell kinda monster ARE you?" - Shake, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Monday, August 28, 2006
It's raining men...
Ryan over at Boys Are Ugly But So Cute invited me to join this other group blog he has set up. Its made up of gay, straight, bi, transgender, curious, confused, lost, etc, etc guys, and we can post whatever we want. I was honored to be asked, and readily joined, but the tone of the blog is somewhat serious and stuff...something I definately am NOT. BUt whatever, I'm part of the gang there now. So stop on by if you wanna and see what's going on there: Its Raining Men
POLT = listening to "I Know What Boys Like" by the Waitresses
"Hey, stop that lewd dancing! This is a family neighborhood!" "We're a family, keep dancing!" - Meatwad, AquaTeenHungerForce
POLT = listening to "I Know What Boys Like" by the Waitresses
"Hey, stop that lewd dancing! This is a family neighborhood!" "We're a family, keep dancing!" - Meatwad, AquaTeenHungerForce
Everybody makes my predictions, so if I get stoned...
Today, while waiting for a client, my mind started wandering (as it often does) over many different subjects. One was about Project Runway, specifically, in what order the remaining designers will leave. And so, I give you the following. And I want to say here that I've seen NOTHING online or anywhere else dealing with this, nor do I have any inside information. This is just the order I think they'll go.
This week: Kayne. Other than the Miss Universe and the Marilyn Monroe dress, he's been hit or miss. The last two dresses of his were torn apart, verbally, by the judges, and they don't have much good to say about him lately, so I think he's next.
Following week: Either Vincent or Angela. Everyone knows neither one of them is good enough to win this thing, and if they didn't cause a bunch of drama, they wouldn't even still be here. Whichever one is deemed to have the least amount of potential drama by the producers will be the next to go.
Following week: Laura. I like her work, but as has been pointed out, she's pretty much a one trick pony: high waist, fur trimmed, long sleeves or long slim silhouette, that sorta thing. As I said I like her and her work, but I don't think the judges will let her on much after this point.
Following week: Either Vincent or Angela, whoever wasn't kicked off two weeks prior.
That leaves the final three as Micheal, Uli, and Jeffrey. Michael, beacuse he's obviously the best designer there. Uli, cause she always does great work too, but isnt' recognized as much as Michael. Her Diana Ross dress and Kayne's mom's dresses were outstanding. And Jeffrey...*SIGH* because he's got THE biggest potential for drama...and he's this year's Santino, and the producers will keep him around.
Final predictions...well, I'll base this year's results on the previous two: Season One: Kera Saun, clearly the best designer, comes in second. Wendy Pepper: drama queen, doesn't win. Jay McCarroll secodn best designer wins it all. Season two: Daniel V clearly the best designer, comes in second. Santino: drama queen, doesn't win. Chloe second best designer wins it all.
SO following that formula: Michael, clearly the best designer, comes in second. Jeffrey: drama queen, doesn't win. Uli, second best designer wins it all.
And frankly, it wouldn't bother me a bit if Uli won.
POLT = listening to "Feel Good Inc" by Gorillaz
EW! It smells like an old scab! - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
This week: Kayne. Other than the Miss Universe and the Marilyn Monroe dress, he's been hit or miss. The last two dresses of his were torn apart, verbally, by the judges, and they don't have much good to say about him lately, so I think he's next.
Following week: Either Vincent or Angela. Everyone knows neither one of them is good enough to win this thing, and if they didn't cause a bunch of drama, they wouldn't even still be here. Whichever one is deemed to have the least amount of potential drama by the producers will be the next to go.
Following week: Laura. I like her work, but as has been pointed out, she's pretty much a one trick pony: high waist, fur trimmed, long sleeves or long slim silhouette, that sorta thing. As I said I like her and her work, but I don't think the judges will let her on much after this point.
Following week: Either Vincent or Angela, whoever wasn't kicked off two weeks prior.
That leaves the final three as Micheal, Uli, and Jeffrey. Michael, beacuse he's obviously the best designer there. Uli, cause she always does great work too, but isnt' recognized as much as Michael. Her Diana Ross dress and Kayne's mom's dresses were outstanding. And Jeffrey...*SIGH* because he's got THE biggest potential for drama...and he's this year's Santino, and the producers will keep him around.
Final predictions...well, I'll base this year's results on the previous two: Season One: Kera Saun, clearly the best designer, comes in second. Wendy Pepper: drama queen, doesn't win. Jay McCarroll secodn best designer wins it all. Season two: Daniel V clearly the best designer, comes in second. Santino: drama queen, doesn't win. Chloe second best designer wins it all.
SO following that formula: Michael, clearly the best designer, comes in second. Jeffrey: drama queen, doesn't win. Uli, second best designer wins it all.
And frankly, it wouldn't bother me a bit if Uli won.
POLT = listening to "Feel Good Inc" by Gorillaz
EW! It smells like an old scab! - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
Week 59...
Monday's Hot Shirtless Guy Photos
#1: yeah, I know the first guy isn't technically shirtless, but LOOK at him, will ya?
#2: Blogger was being a little bitch today and would NOT let me upload the 2nd photo. It took numerous tries. I HATE it when Blogger goes on the rag.
POLT - listening to "Pride And Joy" by Stevie Ray Vaughn
"Cheers mates!" "To fallen friends!" "And fast women!" "Here, here!" - The Invaders #3
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#1: yeah, I know the first guy isn't technically shirtless, but LOOK at him, will ya?
#2: Blogger was being a little bitch today and would NOT let me upload the 2nd photo. It took numerous tries. I HATE it when Blogger goes on the rag.
POLT - listening to "Pride And Joy" by Stevie Ray Vaughn
"Cheers mates!" "To fallen friends!" "And fast women!" "Here, here!" - The Invaders #3
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Catch this, everybody on the worst list...
I was looking through a Rolling Stone from earlier this year, and I found this list. I don't have the name of the guy who wrote it, but the intro reads as follows:
I saw 491 movies this year and struggled to cut down the carp to these: The 100 Worst Movies Of 2005.
Aeon Flux
Aliens of the Deep
Alone in the Dark
The Amityville Horror
Are We There Yet?
Assault on Precinct 13
Asylum
The Baxter
Be Cool
Beauty Shop
Because of Winn-Dixie
Bewitched
The Cave
The Chumscrubber
Cahc Carter
Crsed
D.E.B.S.
Daltry Calhoun
Derailed
Duece Bigalow: European Gigilo
Diary of a Mad Black Woman
Dirty Love
Domino
Doom
Dot the I
Dreamer
Dukes of Hazzard
Elektra
Ellie Parker
The Exocism of Emily Rose
Fantastic 4
Fever Pitch
Flightplan
The Fog
Four Brothers
Get Rich Or Die Tryin
The Gospel
The Great Raid
Guess Who
Heights
Herbie: Fully Loaded
Hide And Seek
Hitch
The Honeymooners
Hostage
House of D
House of Wax
In The Mix
Into The Blue
The Island
The Jacket
Jiminy Glick in Lalawood
Just Friends
Just Like Heaven
Kicking And Screaming
Kids in America
Kontroll
The Legend of Zorro
A Lot Like Love
Nadagascar
The Man
Man of the House
Mindhunters
MIss COngeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
My Big Fat Independent Movie
North Country
November
Oliver Twist
The Pacifier
The Perfect Man
Proof
Racing Stripes
Rebound
The Ring Two
The Ringer
Robots
Roll Bounce
Sahara
Saw II
The Skeleton Key
SKy High
Son fo the Mask
A Sound of Thunder
Stealth
The Thing About My Folks
Transporter 2
Two For The Money
AN Unfinished Life
Valiant
Venom
Waiting...
The Weather Man
The Wedding Date
Where the Truth Lies
White Noise
XXX:State Of the Union
Yours, Mine, and Ours
Zathura
I can, with pride say, I've only seen two of those. And a good number of them I don't even remember.
POLT - listening to "Pride And Joy" by Stevie Ray Vaughn
And for everyone's safety and security, and to preserve our way of life, I'm taking a drastic stop and putting up a security camera. just one...for safety, security and omnipresent, unblinking information gathering of everyone's actions ! - Harvey Birdman, Attorney At Law
I saw 491 movies this year and struggled to cut down the carp to these: The 100 Worst Movies Of 2005.
Aeon Flux
Aliens of the Deep
Alone in the Dark
The Amityville Horror
Are We There Yet?
Assault on Precinct 13
Asylum
The Baxter
Be Cool
Beauty Shop
Because of Winn-Dixie
Bewitched
The Cave
The Chumscrubber
Cahc Carter
Crsed
D.E.B.S.
Daltry Calhoun
Derailed
Duece Bigalow: European Gigilo
Diary of a Mad Black Woman
Dirty Love
Domino
Doom
Dot the I
Dreamer
Dukes of Hazzard
Elektra
Ellie Parker
The Exocism of Emily Rose
Fantastic 4
Fever Pitch
Flightplan
The Fog
Four Brothers
Get Rich Or Die Tryin
The Gospel
The Great Raid
Guess Who
Heights
Herbie: Fully Loaded
Hide And Seek
Hitch
The Honeymooners
Hostage
House of D
House of Wax
In The Mix
Into The Blue
The Island
The Jacket
Jiminy Glick in Lalawood
Just Friends
Just Like Heaven
Kicking And Screaming
Kids in America
Kontroll
The Legend of Zorro
A Lot Like Love
Nadagascar
The Man
Man of the House
Mindhunters
MIss COngeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
My Big Fat Independent Movie
North Country
November
Oliver Twist
The Pacifier
The Perfect Man
Proof
Racing Stripes
Rebound
The Ring Two
The Ringer
Robots
Roll Bounce
Sahara
Saw II
The Skeleton Key
SKy High
Son fo the Mask
A Sound of Thunder
Stealth
The Thing About My Folks
Transporter 2
Two For The Money
AN Unfinished Life
Valiant
Venom
Waiting...
The Weather Man
The Wedding Date
Where the Truth Lies
White Noise
XXX:State Of the Union
Yours, Mine, and Ours
Zathura
I can, with pride say, I've only seen two of those. And a good number of them I don't even remember.
POLT - listening to "Pride And Joy" by Stevie Ray Vaughn
And for everyone's safety and security, and to preserve our way of life, I'm taking a drastic stop and putting up a security camera. just one...for safety, security and omnipresent, unblinking information gathering of everyone's actions ! - Harvey Birdman, Attorney At Law
Let's get unconscious honey (Part 11)...
Again, as always, from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/:
I say ... and you think ... ?
Visit :: relatives
Cake :: birthday
Period :: bloody
Triumphant :: victorious
Screen :: name
Neglect :: abuse
Guitar :: strings
Loathe :: Republican Presidential administrations
Sugar :: sweet
Montage :: collage
POLT = listening to "Head Like A Hole" by Nine Inch Nails
Your church doesn't like alcohol or gay people? Hmm, then I'm definitely not joining. I can't imagine heaven without both. - Lile, Latter Days
I say ... and you think ... ?
Visit :: relatives
Cake :: birthday
Period :: bloody
Triumphant :: victorious
Screen :: name
Neglect :: abuse
Guitar :: strings
Loathe :: Republican Presidential administrations
Sugar :: sweet
Montage :: collage
POLT = listening to "Head Like A Hole" by Nine Inch Nails
Your church doesn't like alcohol or gay people? Hmm, then I'm definitely not joining. I can't imagine heaven without both. - Lile, Latter Days
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Walk around the complex, no visitors...
So, I wanted to pop on to the blog today, so everyone knows I'm okay. My "special visitor" made it down okay, and we had fun last night. Several times, actually. Him more than me, though, cause after all, I'm old and he's only 18. Here's a photo of my lil Freddie Bear and your Uncle Polt.
And so, I had to go to work today (couldn't get off work, as this visit was a surprise and I had no time to take off), and I left Freddie Bear here alone. He entertained himself with his laptop that he brought as well as a selection from my Wall O'Porn. And then when I got home, well, yeah, we had our funtime together...again.
Oh this is turning out to be a MUCH better weekend that I expected it to be, even just 24 hours ago! Oh and here's a photo of Freddie Bear and me having fun....a mild, VERY mild version of it.
Perhaps a late submission for Frenching Fridays? So anyways, I'll post sometime tomorrow, at least once, perhaps after he's gone. And then I'll be depressed. Nah, not really, cause I know he's coming back next week for the wedding.
POLT = listening to Freddie Bear play his video game
"You stabbed me in the head with a spear!" "True. But face it, big boy, your head is not a vital organ." - Psimon, The Outsiders #13
Friday, August 25, 2006
I need some infomation first. Just the basic facts...
I might not be posting much this weekend. I may have mentioned previously that next weekend I was getting a "special visitor" and I am. However, said "special visitor" decided to surprise me with a visit THIS weekend as well. Ain't he sweet? So what with work and the "special visitor" I'll likely be tied up most of the weekend (not literally speaking...or hell maybe literally, who knows) and unable to post. I might drop a post each day, just so everyone knows I'm still alive an kicking.
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At any rate, I found this list of facts on my buddy The Persian's blog, and as I read through it, several thoughts kept popping into my head, so I thought I'd copy it and post it, and my thought.
So here are some fun
(and somewhat interesting) factoids:
Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning
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At any rate, I found this list of facts on my buddy The Persian's blog, and as I read through it, several thoughts kept popping into my head, so I thought I'd copy it and post it, and my thought.
So here are some fun
(and somewhat interesting) factoids:
Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning
(not me man, I need to mainline caffeine. And coffee fits better in an IV than an apple)
Walt Disney was afraid of mice.
The inventor of the flushing toilet was Thomas Crapper.
The inventor of the flushing toilet was Thomas Crapper.
The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do.
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do.
(I know there's a masturbation joke in there somewhere, but I'm not going looking for it)
During World War II, IBM built the computers the Nazis used to manage their death/concentration camps.
The number of people alive on earth right now is higher than the number of all the people that have died. Ever.
The number of people alive on earth right now is higher than the number of all the people that have died. Ever.
(that's just mind-boggling)
Men can breastfeed babies
(Um....okay...but i've never gotten anything from any of the male nipples i've been suckling on)
There is a rare condition called Exploding Head Syndrome which you have probably never heard of.
(Yeah, it happens when you try to make sense of all of Bushie's lies, your head explodes)
Honey is the only food that does not spoil. Honey found in the tombs of
Egyptian pharaohs has been tasted by archaeologists and found edible.
Egyptian pharaohs has been tasted by archaeologists and found edible.
("Sure, Dr. Schneidernecker, I'll open this several thousand year old container and taste what's inside, no problem.")
The Population of the world can live within the state boundaries of Texas.
(And with the Republicans in control of the voting, Bushie would STILL win the state)
(And with the Republicans in control of the voting, Bushie would STILL win the state)
Plastic lawn flamingos outnumber real flamingos in the U.S.A.
(they cost less to feed and are easier to clean up after)
(they cost less to feed and are easier to clean up after)
Tourists visiting Iceland should know that tipping at a restaurant is considered an insult!
The green stuff on the occasional freak potato chip is chlorophyll.
The green stuff on the occasional freak potato chip is chlorophyll.
(I still ain't gonna eat it. Nope.)
2,500 lefties die each year using products designed for rightists.
(Hence why righties live 8 years longer, eh?)
Napoleon was terrified of cats.
(well, yeah, but what thinking person isn't?)
Russia has the most movie theaters in the world.
(Oh, if Reagan were still alive he'd be complaining about the "Theater Gap" and throwing all kinds of money into new movie theater construction, with $6000 movie seats. Cant' t let the Commies get ahead of us!)
The stall closest to the door in a bathroom is the cleanest, because it is the least used.
(It doesn't matter which one I choose, it was always used last by a homeless guy who loves chili and deviled eggs and has a chronic case of explosive diarrhea. Or at least it seems so.)
If you put a raisin in a glass of champagne, it will keep floating to the top and sinking to the bottom.
(well, if you submerged ME in a glass of champagne, I bet I'd be swerving all over the road, left to right, if I drove afterwards! the little bugger's just getting drunk.)
Nondairy creamer is flammable.
It's rumored that sucking on a copper penny will cause a breathalyzer to read 0.
It's rumored that sucking on a copper penny will cause a breathalyzer to read 0.
(Ew....I think it'd just be easier to not drink in the first place!)
Anywho, kids, have fun! I'll post when I get the chance!
POLT - listening to "Angel" by Massive Attack
Why can't we remind the holier-than-thou regressives of what Proverbs states about the difficulty of a rich man entering heaven, equating it to a camel - or is it the GOP elephant? - passing through the eye of a needle? - Lawrence Angle, Dec 7, 2004
A kiss is just a kiss (part 39)...
Frenching Fridays
POLT = listening to "Galvanize" by The Chemical Brothers
Well, he was young, young enough to be one undifferentiated erogenous zone. - An Arrow's Flight
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Mama told me, all the little things you do...
Just some little things....
- I got 20 comments on this week's HNT photo, which I think might be a record, and so thanks. And I am loathe to, metaphorically, bite the hands that feeds me, but, what my feet are resting on is not a desk. It is in fact a coffee table, which is a whole different piece of furniture entirely. Butcha know, I guess as long as people wanna comment, they can call it whatever they want.
- Ed, the comment you left about what Pluto would say had me laughing out loud. Brillant, my friend, brilliant!
- I've lived in this apartment for 10 years. During that whole entire time, trash collection day has been Wednesday. Every week. Without fail. Never changed. Now, guess who came home from work today, Thursday, and saw a full trash can in the kitchen and then realized he totally forgot to get it together and take it out. Yeppers, that would be me. Man, it SUCKS getting old. Course, I guess it would be worse if I didn't even notice that I forgot, eh?
POLT = listening to "Pump It" by The Black Eyed Peas
"They look like fags." "I'd be a fag too to get that kind of pussy." - Drugs, Outside Providence
After the blast, chips of pluto...
I've lost a friend. Well, not really a friend, but kind of a constant in my life. He was 76 years old, and he is, as of today, no more. I never met him, but I knew he was always out there, a constant as I said.
But as of today, the planet Pluto is no more. It's no longer a planet. Scientists have downgraded it to a...smaller planet, a sub planet, or something. SO we no longer have 9 planets that I learned about in school. But do we have 8 planets, oh no! No, in addition to the...sub planet Pluto, there's also Pluto's moon (Cheron, I think) that's also been reclassified as a...sub planet, and there's some thing between Mars and Jupiter, amidst the asteroids, that's been classified a sub planet and there's a chunk of rock out beyond Pluto that's been classified as sub planet as well. SO now, we subtract a planet from the 9 I know and end up with 12! Go figure...math was never my forte.
But as of today, the planet Pluto is no more. It's no longer a planet. Scientists have downgraded it to a...smaller planet, a sub planet, or something. SO we no longer have 9 planets that I learned about in school. But do we have 8 planets, oh no! No, in addition to the...sub planet Pluto, there's also Pluto's moon (Cheron, I think) that's also been reclassified as a...sub planet, and there's some thing between Mars and Jupiter, amidst the asteroids, that's been classified a sub planet and there's a chunk of rock out beyond Pluto that's been classified as sub planet as well. SO now, we subtract a planet from the 9 I know and end up with 12! Go figure...math was never my forte.
1930-2006
POLT = listening to "Ya Mama" by Fatboy Slim
So, Lonestar, now you see evil will always triumph over good because good is dumb. - Dark Helmet, Spaceballs
If feel the need to be naked with you (Part 22)...
Yessiree, it's that time once again...
So I posted yesterday about how messy my apartment is, and how unmotivated I am to clean it. And I thought, words are one thing, but a photo, as they say, is worth 1,000 words! I guess you can't fully appreciate the mess that IS my apartment until you see it, so, I give you this:
And actually, this picture is a few weeks old...its even worse now. But on the upside, aren't those dainty lil shins just gorgeous?
HAPPY HNT, one and all!
If you want more info about this silly thing called HNT, click on the button in the lefthand sidebar.
POLT = listening to "Backwater" by The Meat Puppets
Nick was so pretty he could stop traffic. I mean, he would just walk into a McDonald's and whole families would stop chewing thier Big Mac's and stare. - Colin, Gutterboys
So I posted yesterday about how messy my apartment is, and how unmotivated I am to clean it. And I thought, words are one thing, but a photo, as they say, is worth 1,000 words! I guess you can't fully appreciate the mess that IS my apartment until you see it, so, I give you this:
And actually, this picture is a few weeks old...its even worse now. But on the upside, aren't those dainty lil shins just gorgeous?
HAPPY HNT, one and all!
If you want more info about this silly thing called HNT, click on the button in the lefthand sidebar.
POLT = listening to "Backwater" by The Meat Puppets
Nick was so pretty he could stop traffic. I mean, he would just walk into a McDonald's and whole families would stop chewing thier Big Mac's and stare. - Colin, Gutterboys
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Play the lower, kid you softly like Robert...
Well, Robert got the heave-ho. No great surprise. But onto the notes I jotted down...
Okay, now the outfits themselves:
Laura - Okay, but not terribly flattering and not her best work
Uli - Very love child/60's hippish, BUT it works for this model
Vincent - Very dignified outfit, very nicely done. If only he'd be on his meds when he designed more outfits
Kayne - Liked it. Looks like something she's wear.
Angela - Fringe is too much. Looks like something for someone in her 20's
Robert - Wasnt flattering and was boring
Michael - Looked like a stewardess or waitress. I don't like it at all (note: didn't like it anymore even after being told it was totally reversible)
Jeffrey - What was up with the collar? Horrible design. not at all flattering..on ANY model
Best - Uli, Vincent, Kayne
Worst - Jeffrey, Robert, Laura
Uli wins, Robert goes home. (I think Jeffrey had a worse outfit, BUT he's got much more drama potential than Robert, and the producers aren't gonna let him leave after he's made Angela's mom cry! He's this season's Santino!)
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Well, I was batting 50-50 there this week, eh? I knew as soon as it got down to Jeffrey and Robert who was going, and for the reason stated above. It's a shame really. Robert's outfit wasn't exciting at all, but Jeffrey's was just a mess. Still, it's drama, not fashion that ruled the day once again.
And what's with Vincent winning??? Well, at least there's no immunity, so he can go home next week then!
POLT = listening to "Bad Reputation" by Freddy Johnston
President Bush has talked about leadership, but there is more to leadership than ordering an attack on a foreign country! - Charley Reese, Nov 27, 2004
- They're using thier moms! GREAT idea! I love it! Oh and Kors' mom too!
- "Sometimes, the past needs to stay in the past." - Kayne
- I LOVE Pam, Jeffrey's mom. She seems so...dignified, almost regal. How in the hell did something like Jeffrey spring from her loins?
- The Internet buzz is true, Laura IS pregnant. WIth numebr 6?!?!?! At HER age?
- "Sweet JeZUS!" - Robert
- "She had the brightest colors and rhinestones on her shoes so I knew we'd get along." - Kayne
- Jeffrey IS an ass. Recovering alcoholic. Junkie living on the street. Suicidal. That still doesn't allow you to be rude. Especially to someone sweet like her mom. He's just an ass.
- The Nike commerical, with the female tennis player who I should probably know and everyone around singing "I Feel Pretty"...LOVED IT! I smiled all the way through it.
- Daniel V, in a sportscar, at the piers. Now weren't the piers places where gay men hung out to hook up? And Daniel V is there? Yeah, THAT'S what I'm talking about!
- Micheal in a yellow sweater vest...who knew ANYONE could pull that off?
- "That's enough of a mindfuck to drive anyone crazy!" - Robert
- "I'm gonna walk the runway like a model and embarrass Kayne." - Patricia, his mom. Love her, LOVE her...she reminds me, sorta, of Mama Polt
- Collier Storng, the makeup guy, just FREAKS me out, what witht he bald head and acne scars. I know the guy can't help it, but he frightens me
- What woudl I do on a $50,000 expedia.com dream vacation? Two words, baby: Remingtons and Toronto!
Okay, now the outfits themselves:
Laura - Okay, but not terribly flattering and not her best work
Uli - Very love child/60's hippish, BUT it works for this model
Vincent - Very dignified outfit, very nicely done. If only he'd be on his meds when he designed more outfits
Kayne - Liked it. Looks like something she's wear.
Angela - Fringe is too much. Looks like something for someone in her 20's
Robert - Wasnt flattering and was boring
Michael - Looked like a stewardess or waitress. I don't like it at all (note: didn't like it anymore even after being told it was totally reversible)
Jeffrey - What was up with the collar? Horrible design. not at all flattering..on ANY model
Best - Uli, Vincent, Kayne
Worst - Jeffrey, Robert, Laura
Uli wins, Robert goes home. (I think Jeffrey had a worse outfit, BUT he's got much more drama potential than Robert, and the producers aren't gonna let him leave after he's made Angela's mom cry! He's this season's Santino!)
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Well, I was batting 50-50 there this week, eh? I knew as soon as it got down to Jeffrey and Robert who was going, and for the reason stated above. It's a shame really. Robert's outfit wasn't exciting at all, but Jeffrey's was just a mess. Still, it's drama, not fashion that ruled the day once again.
And what's with Vincent winning??? Well, at least there's no immunity, so he can go home next week then!
POLT = listening to "Bad Reputation" by Freddy Johnston
President Bush has talked about leadership, but there is more to leadership than ordering an attack on a foreign country! - Charley Reese, Nov 27, 2004
Is how I live, some messy questions...
Ya know, there is so much i need to be doing around the apartment here, especically in light of the fact i'm having a special visitor next weekend (but more on that later), but I just don't do it. IN the mornings, as I'm rushing around to get ready to for, I tell myself, "Man, tonight when I get home I will HAVE to do something. Maybe the dishes? Maybe clear off the coffee table? Maybe the bathroom? Maybe the dining room table? Maybe straighten up the bedroom a bit? Yeah, I'll do something like that when I get home."
And then I get home and what do I do? Set on my fat ass in front of the computer screen posting to my blog or downloading porn (oh like YOU don't! Don't judge me.) And meanwhile, nothing else gets done. I wish I had a bit of motivation for cleaning, but I don't. I hate it, I always have. It just seems so useless. Why dust? It's just gonna get dusting again.
I have not made my bed in well over 15 years. Oh, I've changed my sheets, I do that on a regular basis, but I never actually make the bed. It makes no sense to me. I'm gonne be getting back in it and messing up the covers and all again that night, why bother to pull the sheets up and arrange the pillows, etc, etc, etc. Its' not like anyone's gonna actually SEE the bed. And if they do, well, they're friends of mine who KNOW what a slob i am, or they're guys I've brought home to fuck, and like they're gonna CARE what if my bed's made or not.
But despite all this, I do wish i'd have a bit more desire to clean. Just to keep things a bit more tidy. Course, if I stopped buyin books, and canceled my magazine subscriptions, and threw some shit out, well THAT would help with the mess certainly!
BUt whatcha gonna do? May as well wish for a purple sky, or the body of the guy from Snakes On A Plane or what have you. The fact is, I'm a packrat. And a messy one at that. And that's the way it is. Period, end of story.
POLT = listening to "Human Behavior" by Bjork
Keep your eyes on your friends, because your enemies will take care of themselves. - JR Ewing, Dallas
And then I get home and what do I do? Set on my fat ass in front of the computer screen posting to my blog or downloading porn (oh like YOU don't! Don't judge me.) And meanwhile, nothing else gets done. I wish I had a bit of motivation for cleaning, but I don't. I hate it, I always have. It just seems so useless. Why dust? It's just gonna get dusting again.
I have not made my bed in well over 15 years. Oh, I've changed my sheets, I do that on a regular basis, but I never actually make the bed. It makes no sense to me. I'm gonne be getting back in it and messing up the covers and all again that night, why bother to pull the sheets up and arrange the pillows, etc, etc, etc. Its' not like anyone's gonna actually SEE the bed. And if they do, well, they're friends of mine who KNOW what a slob i am, or they're guys I've brought home to fuck, and like they're gonna CARE what if my bed's made or not.
But despite all this, I do wish i'd have a bit more desire to clean. Just to keep things a bit more tidy. Course, if I stopped buyin books, and canceled my magazine subscriptions, and threw some shit out, well THAT would help with the mess certainly!
BUt whatcha gonna do? May as well wish for a purple sky, or the body of the guy from Snakes On A Plane or what have you. The fact is, I'm a packrat. And a messy one at that. And that's the way it is. Period, end of story.
POLT = listening to "Human Behavior" by Bjork
Keep your eyes on your friends, because your enemies will take care of themselves. - JR Ewing, Dallas
The vacuum don't suck but it needs a new belt...
Honest to GOD, when I first saw this photo, I did NOT think what you're thinking I thought.
My first thought was "WOW! he's got a checkered belt with a Batman buckle! Wonder where I could get one of those!" The boxers, and the pointing, and the dually splayed legs, and the freaky animal clock on the bookshelf, and the sexy chest, and the weird hat and armband...yeah, they all came later. But first, was the belt.
Hmmm, I wonder if I should be concerned about this...
POLT = listening to "Creep" by Radiohead
If God had thought homosexuality is a sin, he would not have created gay people. - Howard Dean
My first thought was "WOW! he's got a checkered belt with a Batman buckle! Wonder where I could get one of those!" The boxers, and the pointing, and the dually splayed legs, and the freaky animal clock on the bookshelf, and the sexy chest, and the weird hat and armband...yeah, they all came later. But first, was the belt.
Hmmm, I wonder if I should be concerned about this...
POLT = listening to "Creep" by Radiohead
If God had thought homosexuality is a sin, he would not have created gay people. - Howard Dean
Writing poetry, looking up at the midnight sun...
I think I mentioned somewhere before that at times, I can write some really horrid poetry. And so it was that I was fumbling around my bedroom looking for something, and I found this. A poem I wrote on February 15, 1995 (I have the date written on it, but no title). As I recall, I wrote it at work, probably crying the whole time. At that job, I was in an office by myself and it was in an out of the way place, and people rarely came by. I could have died from a stroke or something and nobody would have found me until the smell reached them. At any rate, this is about a guy I had met just a few weeks before, whom I'll call Beaver, cause it was his nickname. He and I had a "fling" for about a month and a half, with me getting all emotionally involved and him just getting sex (and the sex was GOOD, let me assure you!). Anyway, here we go (be gentle)...
Oh, can you feel the angst? The ennui? the Goth-like, adolescent yearning? Well, it ain't good, but at least it's honest, cause it IS how I felt at the time. Can turn quite a phrase, your Uncle Polt, can't he?
POLT = listening to "Radio, Radio" by Elvis Costello
I love vegetarians cause they have garlic breath and fart a lot. - Ted, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
I'm supposed to be working,
But no, I sit here thinking.
Thinking of you, nothing else.
You filling my thoughts, constantly,
Fill them with memories, and,
emotions I can't control.
And these emotions scare me.
They're intense and powerful.
I've never felt these before.
But I do not run or hide
rom them. Despite my fear, I
welcome them, the joy they bring.
They force me to do strange things,
like writing poetry. I
don't even like poetry!
And yet I'm forced to write it.
They make me want to call you,
Just to hear your voice, your laugh,
but I don't. I don't want to suffocate or crowd you in.
And they make me feel things too.
Happy, when I see you smile,
content, when ours hands are joined,
passion, when my lips touch yours,
but most of all, love. Just when-
ever we are together.
I wish I had the words or
ability to tell you
all of this face to face, but
I don't. So I do it here.
Oh, can you feel the angst? The ennui? the Goth-like, adolescent yearning? Well, it ain't good, but at least it's honest, cause it IS how I felt at the time. Can turn quite a phrase, your Uncle Polt, can't he?
POLT = listening to "Radio, Radio" by Elvis Costello
I love vegetarians cause they have garlic breath and fart a lot. - Ted, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Geneticlly taylored every bit of this stimulus...
If you recall from my review of Snakes On A Plane, you're recall a scene with a couple in the bathroom getting in on and her boobies flopping all over like fish out of water. Well, as I think I mentioned, there was a pretty hot looking guy with her, and he had an awesome chest. I was somewhat obsessed about him (yeah, I KNOW how hard that is to believe), so with some searching, I discovered his name is Taylor Kitsch, and that he had done modeling before for Deisel and A&F.
AND, I found some photos of him. So you can share in the eye candy as I did!
Ah, how nice, eh? Too bad HE had to be one to die in the movie. It would have been MUCH more enjoyable to have him burst out of the bathroom, alive and shirtless and make it through the rest of the movie that way. That's how I would have filmed it.
POLT - listening to "Lemon" by U2
I am upset. I am uptight. I am up to my nipples in Southern Comfort, and you're trying to take advantage of me...FINE! - Arnold, Torch Song Trilogy
AND, I found some photos of him. So you can share in the eye candy as I did!
Ah, how nice, eh? Too bad HE had to be one to die in the movie. It would have been MUCH more enjoyable to have him burst out of the bathroom, alive and shirtless and make it through the rest of the movie that way. That's how I would have filmed it.
POLT - listening to "Lemon" by U2
I am upset. I am uptight. I am up to my nipples in Southern Comfort, and you're trying to take advantage of me...FINE! - Arnold, Torch Song Trilogy
Too much information for my mind (part 4)...
Got these from http://tmituesday.blogspot.com.
1. Have you ever bought something to increase your sexual performance or enhance your attributes? No. I did try to get Viagra from my doctor, just a sample mind you, just to see what the effect was. But he recommended a penis pump instead. Think THAT'S not awkward, having your doctor talk to you about penis pumps!
2. Do you talk to your parents about sex? Can you/will you talk to your children? My parents, no way. It would be WAY too uncomfortable to hear about thiers and I'm sure they're not interested in mine. My kids, if I ever have any, I plan to be open and honest with them.
3. Sex during pregnancy... great or ick? I have not, nor do I plan to, have sex with a woman while she's pregnant. The whole idea is kinda...icky to me. To my understanding, however, women get really horny while pregnant, and it's difficult for the men to keep up.
4. What is the longest you've ever been celebate after having lost your virginity? A month? A couple months.
5. What is the best sex game you've ever played? Spin The Bottle, which led to 7 Minutes In Heaven, when I was a teenager. Nothing's ever as fun as the first time playing that while your hormones are in full throttle mode.
Bonus: Who was the first person (names unneccessary) you were ever naked in front of for sexual reasons? Probably Wayne King. When we were both teenagers, he was the first guy I ever got naked with to do stuff. Before that, it was just pull down your pants, etc, etc, etc.
POLT = listening to "Little Fluffy Clouds" by The Orb
"Good job. Take the rest of the week off." "Adam, it's Friday." "So it is. See you Monday." - D.A. Adam Schiff, Law & Order
1. Have you ever bought something to increase your sexual performance or enhance your attributes? No. I did try to get Viagra from my doctor, just a sample mind you, just to see what the effect was. But he recommended a penis pump instead. Think THAT'S not awkward, having your doctor talk to you about penis pumps!
2. Do you talk to your parents about sex? Can you/will you talk to your children? My parents, no way. It would be WAY too uncomfortable to hear about thiers and I'm sure they're not interested in mine. My kids, if I ever have any, I plan to be open and honest with them.
3. Sex during pregnancy... great or ick? I have not, nor do I plan to, have sex with a woman while she's pregnant. The whole idea is kinda...icky to me. To my understanding, however, women get really horny while pregnant, and it's difficult for the men to keep up.
4. What is the longest you've ever been celebate after having lost your virginity? A month? A couple months.
5. What is the best sex game you've ever played? Spin The Bottle, which led to 7 Minutes In Heaven, when I was a teenager. Nothing's ever as fun as the first time playing that while your hormones are in full throttle mode.
Bonus: Who was the first person (names unneccessary) you were ever naked in front of for sexual reasons? Probably Wayne King. When we were both teenagers, he was the first guy I ever got naked with to do stuff. Before that, it was just pull down your pants, etc, etc, etc.
POLT = listening to "Little Fluffy Clouds" by The Orb
"Good job. Take the rest of the week off." "Adam, it's Friday." "So it is. See you Monday." - D.A. Adam Schiff, Law & Order
Monday, August 21, 2006
When everyone's sharing their hope, the love will break through...
Last night, the formerly str8 (or still possibly str8, just bi-curious or experimenting) friend of mine that I hooked up with about ten days ago spent the night again. This is all well and good. But afterwards, this morning, after his shower...he used my deoderant. Again.
It's the Sure solid stuff, not a spray (if they even make the spray anymore). And I know everytime I use it, and everytime he has, we've been clean in the underarms. but still...using someone else's deoderant just seems....wrong.
I know, this is a silly complaint from someone who's had other...parts of his anatomy in my mouth. And vice versa. But nonetheless, I still think it's wrong. I mean, it's like using another person's toothbrush...which he's done before. Back when we were first friends, and he'd hang out here overnight in a PURELY heterosexual friendly way, the next morning, he used my toothbrush. I KNOW, girlfriend! So I let him use that one everytime he came over, I got a new one for myself, and now keep a supply of fresh toothbrushs on hand at all times.
Maybe it's a str8 guy thing? Like when you're in the looker after the game, you run outta Old Spice stick and just borrow your teammates? Or in the frat house, when you run out, you just use a fellow brother's until you can get your own? Is that possible? Do str8 guys DO that?
Maybe it's cause I'm gay, but I just think the whole idea is...icky. Kinda like seeing a foreign hair on the soap you're gonna use. Or a hair on the sink that's so short you KNOW it didn't come from a man's face.
Not right...not right at ALL....
POLT = listening to "Creep" by Radiohead
The decision was between a guy hwo was resolute but wrong, and a guy who was not as resolute-seeming but kind of right. And evidently, AMerica is more comfortable with a guy who is resolute, even if he is demonstrably wrong. - AL Franken, December 2004
It's the Sure solid stuff, not a spray (if they even make the spray anymore). And I know everytime I use it, and everytime he has, we've been clean in the underarms. but still...using someone else's deoderant just seems....wrong.
I know, this is a silly complaint from someone who's had other...parts of his anatomy in my mouth. And vice versa. But nonetheless, I still think it's wrong. I mean, it's like using another person's toothbrush...which he's done before. Back when we were first friends, and he'd hang out here overnight in a PURELY heterosexual friendly way, the next morning, he used my toothbrush. I KNOW, girlfriend! So I let him use that one everytime he came over, I got a new one for myself, and now keep a supply of fresh toothbrushs on hand at all times.
Maybe it's a str8 guy thing? Like when you're in the looker after the game, you run outta Old Spice stick and just borrow your teammates? Or in the frat house, when you run out, you just use a fellow brother's until you can get your own? Is that possible? Do str8 guys DO that?
Maybe it's cause I'm gay, but I just think the whole idea is...icky. Kinda like seeing a foreign hair on the soap you're gonna use. Or a hair on the sink that's so short you KNOW it didn't come from a man's face.
Not right...not right at ALL....
POLT = listening to "Creep" by Radiohead
The decision was between a guy hwo was resolute but wrong, and a guy who was not as resolute-seeming but kind of right. And evidently, AMerica is more comfortable with a guy who is resolute, even if he is demonstrably wrong. - AL Franken, December 2004
Her face at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale...
Got another meme...
My 21 Firsts:
1. Who was your first prom date? Kathy Speaks. What a sweetheart. And only at the 5 year reunion, did I learn that she was a lesbian.
2. Who was your first roommate? There was a guy in college I rented an apartment with for a semester. I have no idea what his name is, but he LOVED Joan Bias, was from Dover PA, and he and I did NOT get along. he was strange.
3. What alcoholic beverage did you first drink? I probably had a sip of beer sometime as a kid, but the first drink I ever drank was Amaretto and Coke. I drank a few of them while I was in Europe when I was 16.
4. What was your first job? Delivering pizza for Dominos.
5. What was your first car? 1983 Pontiac 6000, grey. Pimp-mobile inDEED!
6. When did you go to your first funeral? I have no idea. I remember having my mom pick me up from school in like 4th grade and I had to change clothes in the car while she drove us this funeral for some person i don't even remember. That's probably my first one.
7. What was your first broken bone? Sprained an ankle once, but no broken bones (knock on wood)
8. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs. Foster. Lovely old lady.
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? To Europe in 1984.
10. When did you sneak out of your house for the first time, who was it with? I don't think I ever snuck out of the house. I always told me parents I was going out with friends and be back at so-and-so time and that was it.
11. Who was your first best friend and are you still friends with them? Trudy Black. We were the best of friends for like 13, 15 years. We had a huge falling out when I was a senior in high school that we enver recovered from.
12. Where was your first sleepover? Sophomore in high school, over at Steve's house. It was me, Andy, Dennis, Steve, Pete, his younger brother Andy (who was hot as hell), and the asshole Jim. Had a blast!
13. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? Amie.
14. Whose wedding were you in the first time? Duff and Mel, back in 1991. I was Best Man.
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning? Reset the alarm for 15 minutes later.
16. What was the first concert you ever went to? Bon Jovi, "Slippery When Wet" at HersheyPark Arena, baby!
17. First tattoo or piercing? Superman S tattoo, left shoulder. In 2000.
18. First celebrity crush? Leif Garrett, he THE most perfect hair...
19. Age of first real kiss and with who? First kiss was Kristy Garnes, in like 1st grade in my cousin's backyard. First REAL kiss, with tongues and all? Kathy Speaks, a few weeks prior to the prom.
20. First crush and their name? I don't really remember. I think I had a thing for Leigh Zurgable in elementary school, but she was way outta my league...even in 5th grade.
21. First love? I think I fell in love with Wayne King cause he was the first guy to kiss me, I mean REALLY kiss me. It obviously wasn't as much to him, though, as it was to me.
POLT - listening to "Woo, Hoo" but The 5, 6, 7, 8's
Be sure to squint as you approach. You may be blinded by my beauty. - Eleanor, The Lion In Winter
My 21 Firsts:
1. Who was your first prom date? Kathy Speaks. What a sweetheart. And only at the 5 year reunion, did I learn that she was a lesbian.
2. Who was your first roommate? There was a guy in college I rented an apartment with for a semester. I have no idea what his name is, but he LOVED Joan Bias, was from Dover PA, and he and I did NOT get along. he was strange.
3. What alcoholic beverage did you first drink? I probably had a sip of beer sometime as a kid, but the first drink I ever drank was Amaretto and Coke. I drank a few of them while I was in Europe when I was 16.
4. What was your first job? Delivering pizza for Dominos.
5. What was your first car? 1983 Pontiac 6000, grey. Pimp-mobile inDEED!
6. When did you go to your first funeral? I have no idea. I remember having my mom pick me up from school in like 4th grade and I had to change clothes in the car while she drove us this funeral for some person i don't even remember. That's probably my first one.
7. What was your first broken bone? Sprained an ankle once, but no broken bones (knock on wood)
8. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs. Foster. Lovely old lady.
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? To Europe in 1984.
10. When did you sneak out of your house for the first time, who was it with? I don't think I ever snuck out of the house. I always told me parents I was going out with friends and be back at so-and-so time and that was it.
11. Who was your first best friend and are you still friends with them? Trudy Black. We were the best of friends for like 13, 15 years. We had a huge falling out when I was a senior in high school that we enver recovered from.
12. Where was your first sleepover? Sophomore in high school, over at Steve's house. It was me, Andy, Dennis, Steve, Pete, his younger brother Andy (who was hot as hell), and the asshole Jim. Had a blast!
13. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? Amie.
14. Whose wedding were you in the first time? Duff and Mel, back in 1991. I was Best Man.
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning? Reset the alarm for 15 minutes later.
16. What was the first concert you ever went to? Bon Jovi, "Slippery When Wet" at HersheyPark Arena, baby!
17. First tattoo or piercing? Superman S tattoo, left shoulder. In 2000.
18. First celebrity crush? Leif Garrett, he THE most perfect hair...
19. Age of first real kiss and with who? First kiss was Kristy Garnes, in like 1st grade in my cousin's backyard. First REAL kiss, with tongues and all? Kathy Speaks, a few weeks prior to the prom.
20. First crush and their name? I don't really remember. I think I had a thing for Leigh Zurgable in elementary school, but she was way outta my league...even in 5th grade.
21. First love? I think I fell in love with Wayne King cause he was the first guy to kiss me, I mean REALLY kiss me. It obviously wasn't as much to him, though, as it was to me.
POLT - listening to "Woo, Hoo" but The 5, 6, 7, 8's
Be sure to squint as you approach. You may be blinded by my beauty. - Eleanor, The Lion In Winter
Week 58...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
POLT = listening to he sounds of the birds through the window
You're lucky I don't shoot you in the head and bury you upstate. And believe me, the hole is dug. - Penguin, Batman #628
POLT = listening to he sounds of the birds through the window
You're lucky I don't shoot you in the head and bury you upstate. And believe me, the hole is dug. - Penguin, Batman #628
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Cause I been had the info, on the whores wit the hooters...
If these were the newest employees at Hooters, I'd go there to eat all the time.
Course, they don't have much in the way of Hooters. Guess they'd have to wear tight jockstraps, to show off thier...assests.
POLT = listening to "Where'd You Go" by Fort Minor
Course, they don't have much in the way of Hooters. Guess they'd have to wear tight jockstraps, to show off thier...assests.
POLT = listening to "Where'd You Go" by Fort Minor
Let's get unconscious honey (Part 10)...
Once again, this is from Luna Nina. Visit there and you can play too.
I say ... and you think ... ?
Cruel :: Mean
Jive :: Talking
Weak :: Limp
Understand :: Nod
Bum :: Butt
Stairs :: Up
Tone :: Noise
Quickly :: blur
Moment :: Savor
Beating :: Bruise
POLT - listening to "Galvanize" by the Chemical Brothers
You can live in New Jersey, but you can't live in sin??? - Thom, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
I say ... and you think ... ?
Cruel :: Mean
Jive :: Talking
Weak :: Limp
Understand :: Nod
Bum :: Butt
Stairs :: Up
Tone :: Noise
Quickly :: blur
Moment :: Savor
Beating :: Bruise
POLT - listening to "Galvanize" by the Chemical Brothers
You can live in New Jersey, but you can't live in sin??? - Thom, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
Saturday, August 19, 2006
We walk along like sequel, you're a cameo...
Hey,I was thinking, if this Snakes On A Plane thing takes off with the way Hollywood is, they're gonna have to have a sequel, or two or seven or twelve, right? So I was wondering what the sequel should be?
Spiders On A Train
Sharks On A Motorcycle
Ducks On A Truck
Hippos On A Helicopter
Badgers On A Bus
Turtles On A Tugboat
Crickets On A Cruise Ship
Rhinos On Rollerskates
Skunks On Skis
Ferrets On A Ferry
Crabs In A Car
Racoons On A Rickshaw
Zebras On A Zeppelin
Jaguars On A Jetski
Wolverines On A Winnebago
Bulls In A China Shop
Rats On a Sinking Ship
How about: Ship Of Fowls?
Or how about one that I read online: Snakes On A Plane 2: More Snakes On a Different Plane
Plain, simple, to the point....I'll go with that one.
POLT = listening to "Ray Of Light" by Madonna
"What's this do?" BOOM! "...That's. Not. Helping." - Batman, The Justice League: Starcrossed
Spiders On A Train
Sharks On A Motorcycle
Ducks On A Truck
Hippos On A Helicopter
Badgers On A Bus
Turtles On A Tugboat
Crickets On A Cruise Ship
Rhinos On Rollerskates
Skunks On Skis
Ferrets On A Ferry
Crabs In A Car
Racoons On A Rickshaw
Zebras On A Zeppelin
Jaguars On A Jetski
Wolverines On A Winnebago
Bulls In A China Shop
Rats On a Sinking Ship
How about: Ship Of Fowls?
Or how about one that I read online: Snakes On A Plane 2: More Snakes On a Different Plane
Plain, simple, to the point....I'll go with that one.
POLT = listening to "Ray Of Light" by Madonna
"What's this do?" BOOM! "...That's. Not. Helping." - Batman, The Justice League: Starcrossed
Lies the snake, the sun, in my disgrace...
This evening, a few friends went to dinner and a movie. It was me, Uncle Polt...
Ghostie, the Dead Boy Wonder...
and Mr. David Franceschina.
And he, Mr. David Franceschina, went along despite the fact his very pregnant wife is having regular, if infrequent, contractions, and ready to calf thier second child. Hell, the kid is probably crowning even as I type this. However, since I harrassed him enough during the meal, I'll refrain from doing it any more here.
And, what you're asking yourself, did we go see this evening? Well, I'm rather embarrassed to say I'm even the one that suggested going to see it. See, Mr. David Franchina has been going nuts about this movie for months (I didn't seem this excited at the birth of his first child), and I was poo-poo the whole concept of the movie. BUt then the more I saw about it and read about it, well I felt that as an abject followers of fashion and trends that I am I HAD to see it opening weekend.
Yes kids, that's right, Uncle Polt went tonight and saw Snakes On A Plane!
It's the MOTHER fucking snakes on the MOTHER fucking plane, MOTHER fucker!!!!!
MWAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! Okay, look, there might be spoilers below so if you don't want to know about the movie, read no further.
Oh this movie was great! Freaking great! Oh it was bad. Real baaaaad, don't get me wrong. But hell, you know going in any movie with a title like that is NOT going to be Oscar caliber! And I don't recall laughing at so many death scenes in any one movie EVER. Honestly, I laughed more than i was scared. I did jump once though, however, in my defence, both Mr. David Franceshina and Ghostie jumped as well...and Ghostie is a veteran of many a Nightmare Halloween Chainsaw Massacre on Friday The 13th!
It is what it is: a crappy stupid movie with a cheesy title that's pure stupid vapid mind numbing entertainment. And it doesn't aspire to anything higher. it introduces a vertiable Towering Inferno of characters, most with just one personality trait. You know those will die in the end. Or at least you think they will. I counted 6 or 7 deaths of characters that were not just background people meant to die. They reminded me of the red shirted officers from the original Star Trek. no name, no personality, just a body there to die. And probably recognize several of the actors besides Samuel L Jackson. There's the nurse from ER, the firefighter from the other show, the guy who was the villian in a Karate Kid movie, and the fat black kid from that kid's show and SNL, etc, etc, etc. But in the end, none of them really matter, cause there just there to be terrorized anyway.
And ya know, I movie that features a cat as it's first victim of the snakes can't be all wrong! I had read they refilmed things to give it an R-rating, and I guess that from all the boobie shown in the one scene. I could put up with it, cause there's an equally hot guy shirtless with her, i mean he's steaming hot! Oh and there's several hot muscular Asian men, which was a big draw for me. Even the villian of the movie is shown shirtless and sweaty. I wanted to see more of him, just like that, but his part was kinda small. Oh, and the hot tall long-haired built Asian guy henchman was pretty easy on the eyes as well. And even the kid, Shawn, isn't bad, especially when he's shirtless, but that's not until the end.
I don't know what else to tell ya people...the movie, as I said, is what it is. I enjoyed it, it was a good laugh, with some decent eye candy. See it if you wanna, don't see it if ya don't, it's not gonna change your life either way. But I enjoyed myself. And I think they other 14 people in the theater did as well.
Oh, and if you see it,when it's over you HAVE to stay, cause there's a video, yes I said a VIDEO. A SNAKES ON A PLANE video! By some no name band. Oh it's hideously hilarious. We had to stay for it all (well, we were the only ones to do so, and I forced them to stay through it). BUt i think for 99 cents I'm gonna get it from iTunes, just to say I have it!
What can i tell ya? Snakes on a plane, man, snakes on a plane.
Oh and here's a t-shirt I found..makes me laugh....
POLT - listening to "Don't You Cry" by Guns N Roses
A troll is someone who wants you more than you want them. - Colin, Gutterboys
Ghostie, the Dead Boy Wonder...
and Mr. David Franceschina.
And he, Mr. David Franceschina, went along despite the fact his very pregnant wife is having regular, if infrequent, contractions, and ready to calf thier second child. Hell, the kid is probably crowning even as I type this. However, since I harrassed him enough during the meal, I'll refrain from doing it any more here.
And, what you're asking yourself, did we go see this evening? Well, I'm rather embarrassed to say I'm even the one that suggested going to see it. See, Mr. David Franchina has been going nuts about this movie for months (I didn't seem this excited at the birth of his first child), and I was poo-poo the whole concept of the movie. BUt then the more I saw about it and read about it, well I felt that as an abject followers of fashion and trends that I am I HAD to see it opening weekend.
Yes kids, that's right, Uncle Polt went tonight and saw Snakes On A Plane!
It's the MOTHER fucking snakes on the MOTHER fucking plane, MOTHER fucker!!!!!
MWAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! Okay, look, there might be spoilers below so if you don't want to know about the movie, read no further.
Oh this movie was great! Freaking great! Oh it was bad. Real baaaaad, don't get me wrong. But hell, you know going in any movie with a title like that is NOT going to be Oscar caliber! And I don't recall laughing at so many death scenes in any one movie EVER. Honestly, I laughed more than i was scared. I did jump once though, however, in my defence, both Mr. David Franceshina and Ghostie jumped as well...and Ghostie is a veteran of many a Nightmare Halloween Chainsaw Massacre on Friday The 13th!
It is what it is: a crappy stupid movie with a cheesy title that's pure stupid vapid mind numbing entertainment. And it doesn't aspire to anything higher. it introduces a vertiable Towering Inferno of characters, most with just one personality trait. You know those will die in the end. Or at least you think they will. I counted 6 or 7 deaths of characters that were not just background people meant to die. They reminded me of the red shirted officers from the original Star Trek. no name, no personality, just a body there to die. And probably recognize several of the actors besides Samuel L Jackson. There's the nurse from ER, the firefighter from the other show, the guy who was the villian in a Karate Kid movie, and the fat black kid from that kid's show and SNL, etc, etc, etc. But in the end, none of them really matter, cause there just there to be terrorized anyway.
And ya know, I movie that features a cat as it's first victim of the snakes can't be all wrong! I had read they refilmed things to give it an R-rating, and I guess that from all the boobie shown in the one scene. I could put up with it, cause there's an equally hot guy shirtless with her, i mean he's steaming hot! Oh and there's several hot muscular Asian men, which was a big draw for me. Even the villian of the movie is shown shirtless and sweaty. I wanted to see more of him, just like that, but his part was kinda small. Oh, and the hot tall long-haired built Asian guy henchman was pretty easy on the eyes as well. And even the kid, Shawn, isn't bad, especially when he's shirtless, but that's not until the end.
I don't know what else to tell ya people...the movie, as I said, is what it is. I enjoyed it, it was a good laugh, with some decent eye candy. See it if you wanna, don't see it if ya don't, it's not gonna change your life either way. But I enjoyed myself. And I think they other 14 people in the theater did as well.
Oh, and if you see it,when it's over you HAVE to stay, cause there's a video, yes I said a VIDEO. A SNAKES ON A PLANE video! By some no name band. Oh it's hideously hilarious. We had to stay for it all (well, we were the only ones to do so, and I forced them to stay through it). BUt i think for 99 cents I'm gonna get it from iTunes, just to say I have it!
What can i tell ya? Snakes on a plane, man, snakes on a plane.
Oh and here's a t-shirt I found..makes me laugh....
POLT - listening to "Don't You Cry" by Guns N Roses
A troll is someone who wants you more than you want them. - Colin, Gutterboys
Friday, August 18, 2006
Life seems jolly rotten, there's something you've forgotten...
So this week, as I was flipping through the channels, I came upon the movie "The Forgotten." It was already about 10 minutes into it, and I normally don't watch movies once they've started, but I thought what the hell?
I remembered the previews I had seen, and it looked mildly interesting. And the information given by my digital cable thingee told me about it and added, "and watch for an unexpected twist ending!" And I thought, hey, that does sound interesting. Plus, I think Julieanne Moore is an outstanding actress. I loved nearly everything she's done since Boogie Nights. So I settled in to watch it.
***There are spoilers posted after this, so anyone NOT knowing about the movie but wanting to perhaps view it later, is advised to go no further***
So I'm watching this, kinda getting into it. Is it a government thing? Is it aliens? Is she truly mad? And I was loving the mystery of it all. And all along, I'm waiting for the "unexpected twist ending"! So at the point, where she's trying to get to her son in the room, and the "guy" is talking to her, and there is energy crackling through her, I thought "I got it! She IS hallucinating, and she's ina hospital and they're giving her electro-shock therapy! Soon, the screen will go black. And when it comes back up, it will she her eye opening and then pull back slowly to show her strapped done to a gurney, and the revelation that the whole thing's been in her head!"
And then....she finds her kid at the playground. And watches the "guy" walk away. And finds Ash and they start talking. And the screen goes black.
WHAT THE HELL?????
Where is the "unexpected twist ending"??? What was unexpected about all that?? It wasn't unexpected, it was stupid. It seemed the movie was going someplace, and then, in the end, they chickened out and didn't go there. Stupid Hollywood execs. I guess they wanted a "warm fuzzy happy" ending instead of something truly "unexpected" and a"twist". Bastards.
What a stupid waste of time that was. And what a disappointment. And a waste of talent:Ms. Moore, Alfre Woodard, Dr. Green from ER (forget his real name), the cute guy who played Ash (I didn't get his name), Gary Sinese, etc, etc.
If anyone's not seen it, and contemplating seeing it, I'd say pass. It's got some nice visuals, and it's interestingly shot, but overall, its' just not worth it.
POLT - listening to "Sunday Girl" by Blondie
"The tall lady's telling tales." "I'm gonna reach down and rip off his puny little face!" - CJ Cregg, The West Wing
I remembered the previews I had seen, and it looked mildly interesting. And the information given by my digital cable thingee told me about it and added, "and watch for an unexpected twist ending!" And I thought, hey, that does sound interesting. Plus, I think Julieanne Moore is an outstanding actress. I loved nearly everything she's done since Boogie Nights. So I settled in to watch it.
***There are spoilers posted after this, so anyone NOT knowing about the movie but wanting to perhaps view it later, is advised to go no further***
So I'm watching this, kinda getting into it. Is it a government thing? Is it aliens? Is she truly mad? And I was loving the mystery of it all. And all along, I'm waiting for the "unexpected twist ending"! So at the point, where she's trying to get to her son in the room, and the "guy" is talking to her, and there is energy crackling through her, I thought "I got it! She IS hallucinating, and she's ina hospital and they're giving her electro-shock therapy! Soon, the screen will go black. And when it comes back up, it will she her eye opening and then pull back slowly to show her strapped done to a gurney, and the revelation that the whole thing's been in her head!"
And then....she finds her kid at the playground. And watches the "guy" walk away. And finds Ash and they start talking. And the screen goes black.
WHAT THE HELL?????
Where is the "unexpected twist ending"??? What was unexpected about all that?? It wasn't unexpected, it was stupid. It seemed the movie was going someplace, and then, in the end, they chickened out and didn't go there. Stupid Hollywood execs. I guess they wanted a "warm fuzzy happy" ending instead of something truly "unexpected" and a"twist". Bastards.
What a stupid waste of time that was. And what a disappointment. And a waste of talent:Ms. Moore, Alfre Woodard, Dr. Green from ER (forget his real name), the cute guy who played Ash (I didn't get his name), Gary Sinese, etc, etc.
If anyone's not seen it, and contemplating seeing it, I'd say pass. It's got some nice visuals, and it's interestingly shot, but overall, its' just not worth it.
POLT - listening to "Sunday Girl" by Blondie
"The tall lady's telling tales." "I'm gonna reach down and rip off his puny little face!" - CJ Cregg, The West Wing
It's all the same, only the names will change...
Stumbled upon this site today:
Surname Popularity Index
Type your name is and see how popular it is. Uncle Polt's last name ranked 6566th in thier database. Out of how many, I don't know, but I know my Mom's name ranked 18, 219th, so there are quite a few names in there!
Try it out, let me know how it came out for you.
POLT = listening to "Southside" by Moby
She rubbed against him in a manner the Joker wasn't quite sure he didn't entirely dislike. - Batman: No Man's Land
Surname Popularity Index
Type your name is and see how popular it is. Uncle Polt's last name ranked 6566th in thier database. Out of how many, I don't know, but I know my Mom's name ranked 18, 219th, so there are quite a few names in there!
Try it out, let me know how it came out for you.
POLT = listening to "Southside" by Moby
She rubbed against him in a manner the Joker wasn't quite sure he didn't entirely dislike. - Batman: No Man's Land
A kiss is just a kiss (part 38)...
Frenching Fridays
POLT = listening to "Galvanize" by The Chemical Brothers
Oh, very cute, Worf. Eat any good books lately? - Q, Star Trek: The Next Generation
Thursday, August 17, 2006
I've told you almost ev'ry bedtime story...
From where I got most of these, I assume these are straight guys, most on Spring Break or something, caught by thier buddies. I, however, had no information one was or another of thier sexual orientation. (I do know I wouldn't mind being in there with a few of them!)
Awww, aren't they just the sweetest lil things?
POLT = listening to "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by Smashing Pumpkins
Marge, wake up and smell your husband! - Selma, The Simpsons
Awww, aren't they just the sweetest lil things?
POLT = listening to "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by Smashing Pumpkins
Marge, wake up and smell your husband! - Selma, The Simpsons
The satisfying way the swimsuit sticks to her skin...
I know it's nearly the end of the summer season, but if anyone's planning a trip to the beach soon, may I recommend the following types of swimwear:
Course, I guess unless you actually LOOK like the guys modeling them, you need not apply. Oh, and it would probably help to be gay, as well.
POLT = listening to "Medusa's Path" by The Prodigy
It's good to be the king. - King Louis, History Of The World, Part 1
Course, I guess unless you actually LOOK like the guys modeling them, you need not apply. Oh, and it would probably help to be gay, as well.
POLT = listening to "Medusa's Path" by The Prodigy
It's good to be the king. - King Louis, History Of The World, Part 1
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