I just saw this tonight on Heroes!
LOVE IT! What a GREAT commercial. Makes me want to go there now!
POLT
Where are your heroes with the bodies of athletes; Where are your badly shaven idols, equipped well. - Air, Sexy Boy
Monday, April 30, 2007
I've returned and they've been waiting...
Yes, I've returned. Had a fun time this weekend in Philadelphia (well, outside of Philly actually), with my Freddie. Took many photos, some of which I'll post here later. A recap of the weekend:
Saturday, left here at 11:11am. Drove there in pleasant temps, with my iPod plugged in and playing, with a bottle of water in the holder. Arrived at the hotel at a smidge after 2:00 pm. Made excellent time. No problems, except for when I hit the Philly exits on the turnpike. At that point in time a) I hit construction, that while not active, did narrow the lanes and condesence everything between those damn Jersey walls, b) had a 50% increase the amount of traffic, and c) have a bug splatter himself on my windshield, right on the exact spot where I look out of it. And of course, since I'm going 75 mph (anything less, and I'd get run over by the 18 wheeler behind me), when I tried to spray the windshield with fluid, it evaporated in a mist due to my speed and the wipers, my brandnew wipers, tookthe bug guts, with no fluid on the glass, and smugded them in a nice arc right through my line of vision. Yeah, fun times.
Freddie came by to pick me up and we met his friend Maria at TGIFridays, where she was eating with her cousin, Jenna and her girlfriend, Jen. Freddie and I ordered appetizers. Afterwards, he drove me around campus, I mean around the outside of the campus to show me stuff. It seemed there was a....festival, going on ON campus. A big deal in those parts. And parking was all screwy. So he took me around the perimeter first and then went onto campus and parked. We had gotten there a bit late, things were kinda closing up, not a lot of people there.
they had animals there, horses, bunnies, cows, pigs, sheep, see-eye dogs. They had student made funnel cakes, and milkshakes. They had a stage with various entertainers playing on it. They had inflatable game things, and a wall climb, and stuff like that. Inside the classroom buildings they had things for kids. It was like a state fair or county fair...but smaller.
Anyhow, we met up with Maria and the lesbians, and after hanging out a bit, we went back to the hotel. We stopped at a Wawa. It was my first Wawa experience, and was quite a bit like Rutters or Sheetz but with perhaps a bit more available. I was kinda impressed a bit.
We got the food back to the hotel, ate it and...well, let's just say we didn't leave the room until the next morning. I'm sure you can all fill in the blanks.
Sunday morning, we got up and had breakfast, again from Wawa. Then we went back to the campus and hung out there again. We watched the Piggy races (which also included races by lil goats, ducks and pot bellied pigs). We met Freddie's other friends, including Sara and Megan, and Megan's man Matt. I got a package of the Best Damn Kettlecorn...and it IS pretty good. Listened to the jazz band, and the band in which Sara plays clarinet. Got a milkshake (delicious) never did get that funnelcake, but the line was too long. Got to pet a few Jack Russell Terriers (LOVE them!). We took a self guided tour of the campus, seeing where Freddie lives (very small dorm room). Waited outside while Freddie went in to get his stuff right before we left and thusly I did not walk in on his roommate masturbating *snicker, snicker*. We both got pretty badly sunburned on our faces, necks and arms. Stupidly, niether of us thought of sunscreen. (Did NOT get to see any wet, towel-only garbed football players.....which is probably a good thing). Did get to see many MANY hot and sexy guys on campus. Got photos of several of them. And went back to the hotel room with the hottest and sexiest guy there.
We got back to the hotel sometime in the afternoon, 5:00 maybe? We ordered a pizza and had it delivered. Did not leave the hotel room again until 9:30 this morning. Again, let your minds run wild.
WE got up showered (seperately, this time), packed up, did our hugs and kisses goodbye and went our seperate ways. I had breakfast at McDonalds and then drove approximately one hour to my friend Amie's house. This was the first time i had been there. I hung out with her and Evie, her aDORable 4 month old (or so) daughter. We talked for a bit, then had lunch at Applebees. We returned to her house, talked some more, Eve had lunch, and then i left to come home. It was great to talk to Amie again, we just don't do that like we used to. Course, since she's married with a kid and living two hours away, that kinda cuts into the 'us' time, although I'm not complaining. At least she has her priorities straight. Upon getting home, I was tired, so I took a shower and crashed on the sofa to watch TV for a bit before I did this.
As I mentioned, I'll post the photos soon (I haven't even taken the card out of my camera yet), but I've got a few quotes from the weekend that might help illustrate the fun we had:
"There's a Navy base up ahead." "Ooooo, can we go find some seamen?" "No, I'll have plenty of semen for you later." - Freddie.
C'mon, we'll go clubbing! I'll rock your body! - Freddie
"And I can show you where the STD clinic is." "I BET you can." - Polt
Yeah, but what if I do....this....... - Freddie
No, I don't want a hickey number two. - Polt
Don't pull that hair out! Don't pull that hair out! Don't pull - Goddammit! - Polt
Ew, I think I touched your uvula! -Polt
Photos posted soon.
POLT
There's a petri dish inside your shoe. - Kyan, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
Saturday, left here at 11:11am. Drove there in pleasant temps, with my iPod plugged in and playing, with a bottle of water in the holder. Arrived at the hotel at a smidge after 2:00 pm. Made excellent time. No problems, except for when I hit the Philly exits on the turnpike. At that point in time a) I hit construction, that while not active, did narrow the lanes and condesence everything between those damn Jersey walls, b) had a 50% increase the amount of traffic, and c) have a bug splatter himself on my windshield, right on the exact spot where I look out of it. And of course, since I'm going 75 mph (anything less, and I'd get run over by the 18 wheeler behind me), when I tried to spray the windshield with fluid, it evaporated in a mist due to my speed and the wipers, my brandnew wipers, tookthe bug guts, with no fluid on the glass, and smugded them in a nice arc right through my line of vision. Yeah, fun times.
Freddie came by to pick me up and we met his friend Maria at TGIFridays, where she was eating with her cousin, Jenna and her girlfriend, Jen. Freddie and I ordered appetizers. Afterwards, he drove me around campus, I mean around the outside of the campus to show me stuff. It seemed there was a....festival, going on ON campus. A big deal in those parts. And parking was all screwy. So he took me around the perimeter first and then went onto campus and parked. We had gotten there a bit late, things were kinda closing up, not a lot of people there.
they had animals there, horses, bunnies, cows, pigs, sheep, see-eye dogs. They had student made funnel cakes, and milkshakes. They had a stage with various entertainers playing on it. They had inflatable game things, and a wall climb, and stuff like that. Inside the classroom buildings they had things for kids. It was like a state fair or county fair...but smaller.
Anyhow, we met up with Maria and the lesbians, and after hanging out a bit, we went back to the hotel. We stopped at a Wawa. It was my first Wawa experience, and was quite a bit like Rutters or Sheetz but with perhaps a bit more available. I was kinda impressed a bit.
We got the food back to the hotel, ate it and...well, let's just say we didn't leave the room until the next morning. I'm sure you can all fill in the blanks.
Sunday morning, we got up and had breakfast, again from Wawa. Then we went back to the campus and hung out there again. We watched the Piggy races (which also included races by lil goats, ducks and pot bellied pigs). We met Freddie's other friends, including Sara and Megan, and Megan's man Matt. I got a package of the Best Damn Kettlecorn...and it IS pretty good. Listened to the jazz band, and the band in which Sara plays clarinet. Got a milkshake (delicious) never did get that funnelcake, but the line was too long. Got to pet a few Jack Russell Terriers (LOVE them!). We took a self guided tour of the campus, seeing where Freddie lives (very small dorm room). Waited outside while Freddie went in to get his stuff right before we left and thusly I did not walk in on his roommate masturbating *snicker, snicker*. We both got pretty badly sunburned on our faces, necks and arms. Stupidly, niether of us thought of sunscreen. (Did NOT get to see any wet, towel-only garbed football players.....which is probably a good thing). Did get to see many MANY hot and sexy guys on campus. Got photos of several of them. And went back to the hotel room with the hottest and sexiest guy there.
We got back to the hotel sometime in the afternoon, 5:00 maybe? We ordered a pizza and had it delivered. Did not leave the hotel room again until 9:30 this morning. Again, let your minds run wild.
WE got up showered (seperately, this time), packed up, did our hugs and kisses goodbye and went our seperate ways. I had breakfast at McDonalds and then drove approximately one hour to my friend Amie's house. This was the first time i had been there. I hung out with her and Evie, her aDORable 4 month old (or so) daughter. We talked for a bit, then had lunch at Applebees. We returned to her house, talked some more, Eve had lunch, and then i left to come home. It was great to talk to Amie again, we just don't do that like we used to. Course, since she's married with a kid and living two hours away, that kinda cuts into the 'us' time, although I'm not complaining. At least she has her priorities straight. Upon getting home, I was tired, so I took a shower and crashed on the sofa to watch TV for a bit before I did this.
As I mentioned, I'll post the photos soon (I haven't even taken the card out of my camera yet), but I've got a few quotes from the weekend that might help illustrate the fun we had:
"There's a Navy base up ahead." "Ooooo, can we go find some seamen?" "No, I'll have plenty of semen for you later." - Freddie.
C'mon, we'll go clubbing! I'll rock your body! - Freddie
"And I can show you where the STD clinic is." "I BET you can." - Polt
Yeah, but what if I do....this....... - Freddie
No, I don't want a hickey number two. - Polt
Don't pull that hair out! Don't pull that hair out! Don't pull - Goddammit! - Polt
Ew, I think I touched your uvula! -Polt
Photos posted soon.
POLT
There's a petri dish inside your shoe. - Kyan, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
Week 93...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
Going for a theme here....how about: Chains!
Chains around the neck....
...AND, with a set of REAL chains!
POLT Oil: 67.21 (-.56); Gas: 2.87 (+.05)
There are easier ways of getting my attention besides decapitating my employees. You could have called. - Sabbac, The Outsiders #6
Going for a theme here....how about: Chains!
Chains around the neck....
...AND, with a set of REAL chains!
POLT Oil: 67.21 (-.56); Gas: 2.87 (+.05)
There are easier ways of getting my attention besides decapitating my employees. You could have called. - Sabbac, The Outsiders #6
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Freddie's in th shower, and before i go join him, i wanted to do one of these weekly things:
I say ... and you think ... ?
Order :: Chaos
Mortician :: Corpse
Determine :: Figure Out
Ignore :: Pests
Guy :: Gardner
Train :: Caboose
Garlic :: Vampire
Wacky :: Goofy
Parent :: Child
Burning :: Fire
POLT
(Since I'm on his latop, and he's waiting for me, I'll pretty this up later on)
I say ... and you think ... ?
Order :: Chaos
Mortician :: Corpse
Determine :: Figure Out
Ignore :: Pests
Guy :: Gardner
Train :: Caboose
Garlic :: Vampire
Wacky :: Goofy
Parent :: Child
Burning :: Fire
POLT
(Since I'm on his latop, and he's waiting for me, I'll pretty this up later on)
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Spank my booty real good, then I met my boyfriend...
As I've mentioned earlier, I'm going to visit Freddie at college this weekend. Will be leaving in a few hours, and won't be back until Monday afternoon. The posting is likely to be a bit light this weekend.
I've already been instructed that I'm not allowed to stare at guys like I normally do. I assured him I'd be more subtle. he said he doesn't want me watching guys so much that I stumble over something (which has happened in the past). I told him, "Freddie, I'll do my best, but I can promise you, if I'm in a college dorm and some hot guy is walked down the hall, still dripping wet with only a towel wrapped around his waist, I WILL be stumbling something. And if I'm real lucky, it'll be the hot guy himself!" So we'll see.
It'll be great to finally meet in person all those girls he hangs with and have so far been only been voices on the phone.
Anyway, I gotta finish packing and hit the road. I got a 4 hour drive ahead of me. Hope everyone has a great weekend. I'll post when I can.
HUGS....
POLT
Psychotic villains are a lot like family. You don't get to chose. - Green Arrow, Green Arrow #48
I've already been instructed that I'm not allowed to stare at guys like I normally do. I assured him I'd be more subtle. he said he doesn't want me watching guys so much that I stumble over something (which has happened in the past). I told him, "Freddie, I'll do my best, but I can promise you, if I'm in a college dorm and some hot guy is walked down the hall, still dripping wet with only a towel wrapped around his waist, I WILL be stumbling something. And if I'm real lucky, it'll be the hot guy himself!" So we'll see.
It'll be great to finally meet in person all those girls he hangs with and have so far been only been voices on the phone.
Anyway, I gotta finish packing and hit the road. I got a 4 hour drive ahead of me. Hope everyone has a great weekend. I'll post when I can.
HUGS....
POLT
Psychotic villains are a lot like family. You don't get to chose. - Green Arrow, Green Arrow #48
My baby's got a secret (Part 19)...
Secret Saturdays
Just as every week, these come from Post Secret. Stop by an check them out. New Secrets posted every Sunday.
POLT
The leadership of the Republican Party are a bunch of sociopathic maniacs who have thier lips superglued to the ass of the conservative right. - Alec Baldwin
Friday, April 27, 2007
I'm betting it's only a matter of time...
This evening, Johnnie (previously of Testicular Tuesdays With Johnnie) called me and we spoke of numerous things.
One of the Democratic Presidential Debate last night. No, neither of us watched it. I said I wasn't interested because I'm supporting Edwards. Which caused Johnnie to groan. He's been an Obama supporter for months. Johnnie is living in Philadelphia, and he saw Obama speak in person and liked what he had to say. I've been telling Johnnie just as long that Obama is unelectable. There's no way this country is going to elect a black man to president at this point in time. Personally, I'm not opposed to Obama being president, but since I live out here in the country, with the rednecks, and not a progressive, open minded, cultured large city, i think I see how a larger portion of the country feels. And there is a LOT of people around here that will never vote for a black man. And I'm from a BLUE state. I'm not condoning that line of thought, not saying it's right, but I AM saying that's the way it is.
Well, Johnnie wanted to place a bet on the outcome. So this is the result, and I'm recording it here for all eternity so when the event occurs, we've got it recorded now. If Obama is elected President in November 2008, then I will wear a George W. Bush shirt to work for one whole day.
If however, Obama does not with the Democratic nomination, then Johnnie loses the bet and he has to do the following. I have here a t-shirt, a pink one, that reads "I (heart) Polt" [with a heart drawn on it and my real name instead of Polt]. I worked with a guy at Borders who wore it his whole entire last day at the store and then gave it to me afterwards. At any rate, if Obama does not get the Democratic nomination, then the next time Johnnie is back here, he must wear that t-shirt the entire evening he's with me, even while we go out to eat and while we walk around a local mall.
Either way, many many photos will be taken. Personally, I'm thinking what particular places I'd like to show Johnnie off at, perhaps the local gay bar too?
POLT
Money is like a big dick. It's nice if you have it, but the fact that you give me some is not going to make me love you. - Dan Renzi
One of the Democratic Presidential Debate last night. No, neither of us watched it. I said I wasn't interested because I'm supporting Edwards. Which caused Johnnie to groan. He's been an Obama supporter for months. Johnnie is living in Philadelphia, and he saw Obama speak in person and liked what he had to say. I've been telling Johnnie just as long that Obama is unelectable. There's no way this country is going to elect a black man to president at this point in time. Personally, I'm not opposed to Obama being president, but since I live out here in the country, with the rednecks, and not a progressive, open minded, cultured large city, i think I see how a larger portion of the country feels. And there is a LOT of people around here that will never vote for a black man. And I'm from a BLUE state. I'm not condoning that line of thought, not saying it's right, but I AM saying that's the way it is.
Well, Johnnie wanted to place a bet on the outcome. So this is the result, and I'm recording it here for all eternity so when the event occurs, we've got it recorded now. If Obama is elected President in November 2008, then I will wear a George W. Bush shirt to work for one whole day.
If however, Obama does not with the Democratic nomination, then Johnnie loses the bet and he has to do the following. I have here a t-shirt, a pink one, that reads "I (heart) Polt" [with a heart drawn on it and my real name instead of Polt]. I worked with a guy at Borders who wore it his whole entire last day at the store and then gave it to me afterwards. At any rate, if Obama does not get the Democratic nomination, then the next time Johnnie is back here, he must wear that t-shirt the entire evening he's with me, even while we go out to eat and while we walk around a local mall.
Either way, many many photos will be taken. Personally, I'm thinking what particular places I'd like to show Johnnie off at, perhaps the local gay bar too?
POLT
Money is like a big dick. It's nice if you have it, but the fact that you give me some is not going to make me love you. - Dan Renzi
Pin it on my manhood, I aint supposed to pose...
Today, my manhood got shaken. (And NO, i don't mean someone had thier hand around lil Polt and was shaking him. Sheesh, not EVERYTHING I talk about it porn-related...well, most things, but not everything! But I digress...)
I needed to get new windshield wipers. But I have no idea what kind to get. Nor, actually, how to replace them. Several years ago, my mother and I attempted to replace them, and took well over an hour to do so, and actually got them on the wrong wipers. Neither of us knew then that one was longer than the other. Any way, since then, wipers are something I leave to the professionals.
Now, i dont know how it is in other countries, or even other parts of this country, but around here, well, REAL men are supposed to know thier vehicles. they know how many miles per gallon, the tork, if she has a "hemi" (I still don't what that is), how to change the oil, and fix the shocks, and what a catalitic converters is, and what that banging noise means. REAL men are supposed to be able to pop the hood, stare at the engine for a few moments whilst rubbing thier chin, and then dig right in and fix whatever problems may exist.
Me? I can drive it, check the oil, add the wiper fluid and put gas in it. Other than that, you might as well put in front of jumbo jet and tell me to fix its problem. no clue.
Going to an auto parts store and asking about wipers isn't too bad a blow to my 'male psyche'. Asking the guy behind the counter (usually younger than me, and some one I'd rather have working the back seat of the car as opposed to working under the hood) to change the blades for me is embarrassing enough. I can almost hear the guys "harumph", thinking, "Can't even repleace wiper blades....tsk tsk. How sad. Clearly he's not a REAL man. Bet he even pees sitting down." But I'm willing to put with all this cause, well, i NEED to new wipers so I can see while I drive in the rain.
HOWEVER, today I went in, and behind the counter was....A WOMAN! All the male employees were otherwise occupied with customers. Asking a WOMAN to do this for few felt akin to having to ask a WOMAN about buying my first jockstrap in 7th grade, or a WOMAN about different condoms a few years later! How embarrassing those things would have been! And this felt the same. It was serious blow to my manhood.
BUT..........I needed to see when I'm driving in the rain, so what could I do? I asked the woman for help. First she asked what kind of car. I knew THAT! I know the year, make and model, I'm not a TOTAL pussy. But then she says, "What brand?" And I was like, "....Brand?" "Oh yeah, I got Torsk, and I got Benes, and I got Brockmans, which do you want?" (By the way, these are NOT real company names, but she rattled them off so fast, like I should already know what brand...) So a few moments of looking at her stupidly passed and I said, "Um.....which is the cheapest?" And she proceeded, at fast speed, to rattle off the price of each brand. Again, I didn't catch the names or the prices, so I just said, "Um, not the cheapest, what was the next highest brand?" I didn't want to appear poor, in addition to clearly not being a REAL man.
So she went to get them and as she was ringing them up I said, "Ya know, before, I've had issues getting these things on so could you-" and she looked at me pitifully, like she would at someone with no legs, or someone blind, or someone....clearly not a REAL man. And she interrupted me and said, "Yeah...I'll put them on."
I paid for them, she gave me the receipt and out the door she went, me trailing behind her like a lost puppy dog. I just stood there and watched her do it, keep my head low and my hands in my pockets trying to blend in with my jacket because of all the cars going by on the major road in front of the store. i KNEW people were looking as they by, seeing her doing and thinking, "Hmm, SHE has to put his wipers on. He's OBVIOUSLY not a REAL man!"
She finished, I thanked her, and I slid into my car and slunk off, with what scraps of dignity I had remaining. On the way home, I made myself feel better by telling myself she was probably a lesbian. A bull dyke at that. Ain't not man, even a REAL man, that's a match for a bull dyke. Yeah, that's it, a lesbian....yeah.......
POLT
If you're gonna be assassinated, might as well get the perfect carpet first, that's what I always say. - Black Canary, Birds Of Prey #87
I needed to get new windshield wipers. But I have no idea what kind to get. Nor, actually, how to replace them. Several years ago, my mother and I attempted to replace them, and took well over an hour to do so, and actually got them on the wrong wipers. Neither of us knew then that one was longer than the other. Any way, since then, wipers are something I leave to the professionals.
Now, i dont know how it is in other countries, or even other parts of this country, but around here, well, REAL men are supposed to know thier vehicles. they know how many miles per gallon, the tork, if she has a "hemi" (I still don't what that is), how to change the oil, and fix the shocks, and what a catalitic converters is, and what that banging noise means. REAL men are supposed to be able to pop the hood, stare at the engine for a few moments whilst rubbing thier chin, and then dig right in and fix whatever problems may exist.
Me? I can drive it, check the oil, add the wiper fluid and put gas in it. Other than that, you might as well put in front of jumbo jet and tell me to fix its problem. no clue.
Going to an auto parts store and asking about wipers isn't too bad a blow to my 'male psyche'. Asking the guy behind the counter (usually younger than me, and some one I'd rather have working the back seat of the car as opposed to working under the hood) to change the blades for me is embarrassing enough. I can almost hear the guys "harumph", thinking, "Can't even repleace wiper blades....tsk tsk. How sad. Clearly he's not a REAL man. Bet he even pees sitting down." But I'm willing to put with all this cause, well, i NEED to new wipers so I can see while I drive in the rain.
HOWEVER, today I went in, and behind the counter was....A WOMAN! All the male employees were otherwise occupied with customers. Asking a WOMAN to do this for few felt akin to having to ask a WOMAN about buying my first jockstrap in 7th grade, or a WOMAN about different condoms a few years later! How embarrassing those things would have been! And this felt the same. It was serious blow to my manhood.
BUT..........I needed to see when I'm driving in the rain, so what could I do? I asked the woman for help. First she asked what kind of car. I knew THAT! I know the year, make and model, I'm not a TOTAL pussy. But then she says, "What brand?" And I was like, "....Brand?" "Oh yeah, I got Torsk, and I got Benes, and I got Brockmans, which do you want?" (By the way, these are NOT real company names, but she rattled them off so fast, like I should already know what brand...) So a few moments of looking at her stupidly passed and I said, "Um.....which is the cheapest?" And she proceeded, at fast speed, to rattle off the price of each brand. Again, I didn't catch the names or the prices, so I just said, "Um, not the cheapest, what was the next highest brand?" I didn't want to appear poor, in addition to clearly not being a REAL man.
So she went to get them and as she was ringing them up I said, "Ya know, before, I've had issues getting these things on so could you-" and she looked at me pitifully, like she would at someone with no legs, or someone blind, or someone....clearly not a REAL man. And she interrupted me and said, "Yeah...I'll put them on."
I paid for them, she gave me the receipt and out the door she went, me trailing behind her like a lost puppy dog. I just stood there and watched her do it, keep my head low and my hands in my pockets trying to blend in with my jacket because of all the cars going by on the major road in front of the store. i KNEW people were looking as they by, seeing her doing and thinking, "Hmm, SHE has to put his wipers on. He's OBVIOUSLY not a REAL man!"
She finished, I thanked her, and I slid into my car and slunk off, with what scraps of dignity I had remaining. On the way home, I made myself feel better by telling myself she was probably a lesbian. A bull dyke at that. Ain't not man, even a REAL man, that's a match for a bull dyke. Yeah, that's it, a lesbian....yeah.......
POLT
If you're gonna be assassinated, might as well get the perfect carpet first, that's what I always say. - Black Canary, Birds Of Prey #87
A kiss is just a kiss (Part 76)...
Frenching Fridays
As an added bonus this week, all the guys are shirtless. Yeah, as themes go, this one kinda rocks.
POLT Oil:67.77 (+1.12); Gas: 2.82 (+.03)
If nonsensical hatred and violence gives you no grief, you're an idiot. - Rufus Wainwright
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Forever half-twits, carrying equation, it's like I'm Asian...
I have no idea where the newspaper Milenio is published, but man, you have got to LOVE thier advertisements!
I feel like subscribing, and I don't even read the language it's printed in. See how clear, simply, true statements just transcend language?
POLT
I'd like a computer virus that makes my computer freeze up like a banana dacquiri. - AOL commerical
I feel like subscribing, and I don't even read the language it's printed in. See how clear, simply, true statements just transcend language?
POLT
I'd like a computer virus that makes my computer freeze up like a banana dacquiri. - AOL commerical
If you're not playing ball, then you can eat them...
Hmm, boys sure do like to play with thier balls, eh?
Just a shame none of them were holding a golf ball or a ping pong ball, eh?
POLT
I have done things that would cause you to soil yourself. - Saladin, JSA #79
Just a shame none of them were holding a golf ball or a ping pong ball, eh?
POLT
I have done things that would cause you to soil yourself. - Saladin, JSA #79
Do you know my karma is cut up into shreds...
My cold has left my head and throat entirely. They feel great. It now resides comfortably in my chest. I got a couple gallons of lungsnot inside there. Anybody want some, I'll cough some up for ya.
Anyway, went I got to work, I asked one of the nurses what I should be taking. She suggested Mucinex and ibuprophen.
The ibuprophen would help with the symptoms and the Mucinex she said would break the lungsnot up and help me get rid of it...which means coughing it up and either having to spit it out somewhere or swallow it.
.....Oh yeah, how attractive am I gonna be to Freddie all weekend with those options. Ah well, the bright side is, I not longer have a headache or a sore throat.
At lunch, I went to Wal-Mart buy said medications. I found the Mucinex very easily, it was in a display in the middle of the aisle. I took it to one of the self-checkout places. I rang it up and paid with my debit card. I was down to just a couple ones, so i requested $40 back. the machine spit it out. I scooped it up, took the receipt and off I went.
When I got to the car, I checked my wallet. I had a 20, and three tens. I should have only gotten a 20 and two tens. I didn't think I had a ten in my wallet, but I could have. I checked the receipt and it said only $40 on it. I think the machine gave me an extra ten, although I can't swear that it did. I thought of going back in and returning the ten (where exactly would one DO that at a Wal-mart? The Returns/Exchange desk?), but then I couldn't be certain it wasn't mine. I'd feel pretty stupid returning a ten dollar bill that was actually mine. But then I'd feel kinda guilty if I didn't return it and it wasn't mine.
Greed and fear of embarrassment got the better of me and I just put my wallet back and drove back to work.
All day now, I've been regretting it. I'm almost positive I did not have a ten beforehand. This is bad karma...even if it is only a ten dollar bill from Wal-Mart of all places. I keep waiting for the resulting bad karma to hit me. I did something bad, something bad will happen in return.
then on the way home, as I was thinking about it, it occured to me that this could be some good karma as a result of some previous good thing I did. Maybe when I helped that lady carry her bag of dog food out to the car? Or when i let the guy with just the carton of milk go ahead of me at the register? Who knows? I'm gonna try to focus on that aspect...at least until something bad happens and confirms it not to be the case.
*SIGH*....oh well, at least on the up side, I don't have to go back to work now until 8:00 am Tuesday morning! WHoo-HOO!!!
POLT Oil:66.65 (-.57); Gas: 2.79 (+.02)
I don't think there's any Russians, I don't think there's any Yanks. Just corporate criminals, playing with tanks. - The Call, The Walls Come Down
Anyway, went I got to work, I asked one of the nurses what I should be taking. She suggested Mucinex and ibuprophen.
The ibuprophen would help with the symptoms and the Mucinex she said would break the lungsnot up and help me get rid of it...which means coughing it up and either having to spit it out somewhere or swallow it.
.....Oh yeah, how attractive am I gonna be to Freddie all weekend with those options. Ah well, the bright side is, I not longer have a headache or a sore throat.
At lunch, I went to Wal-Mart buy said medications. I found the Mucinex very easily, it was in a display in the middle of the aisle. I took it to one of the self-checkout places. I rang it up and paid with my debit card. I was down to just a couple ones, so i requested $40 back. the machine spit it out. I scooped it up, took the receipt and off I went.
When I got to the car, I checked my wallet. I had a 20, and three tens. I should have only gotten a 20 and two tens. I didn't think I had a ten in my wallet, but I could have. I checked the receipt and it said only $40 on it. I think the machine gave me an extra ten, although I can't swear that it did. I thought of going back in and returning the ten (where exactly would one DO that at a Wal-mart? The Returns/Exchange desk?), but then I couldn't be certain it wasn't mine. I'd feel pretty stupid returning a ten dollar bill that was actually mine. But then I'd feel kinda guilty if I didn't return it and it wasn't mine.
Greed and fear of embarrassment got the better of me and I just put my wallet back and drove back to work.
All day now, I've been regretting it. I'm almost positive I did not have a ten beforehand. This is bad karma...even if it is only a ten dollar bill from Wal-Mart of all places. I keep waiting for the resulting bad karma to hit me. I did something bad, something bad will happen in return.
then on the way home, as I was thinking about it, it occured to me that this could be some good karma as a result of some previous good thing I did. Maybe when I helped that lady carry her bag of dog food out to the car? Or when i let the guy with just the carton of milk go ahead of me at the register? Who knows? I'm gonna try to focus on that aspect...at least until something bad happens and confirms it not to be the case.
*SIGH*....oh well, at least on the up side, I don't have to go back to work now until 8:00 am Tuesday morning! WHoo-HOO!!!
POLT Oil:66.65 (-.57); Gas: 2.79 (+.02)
I don't think there's any Russians, I don't think there's any Yanks. Just corporate criminals, playing with tanks. - The Call, The Walls Come Down
I feel the need to be naked with you (Part 55)...
time once more for....
So once again this week, I was rather lacking in inspiration. But I thought if I put my mind to it, I could come up with something, something that was better than i usually do, something to give me a leg up over the competition.
Yeah, bad pun, I know.....hey, I said I was uninspired. I've got a cold, sue me.
POLT
Bush: Seldom in doubt - Often wrong
(bumper sticker)
So once again this week, I was rather lacking in inspiration. But I thought if I put my mind to it, I could come up with something, something that was better than i usually do, something to give me a leg up over the competition.
Yeah, bad pun, I know.....hey, I said I was uninspired. I've got a cold, sue me.
POLT
Bush: Seldom in doubt - Often wrong
(bumper sticker)
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Dreams may come and dreams may go...
I dont normally remember my dreams, but for some reason, I remembered this one I had not too long ago.
It took place at a local mall, a mall I haven't been to in months. I was inside, but I knew the weather was bad outside, or rather, going to be bad. Like I real bad storm blowing through, with winds and rain and lightning and what have you. I had to get the people outside inside. (Now why there were people outside instead of inside the mall, i don't know either. It was a freaking dream, roll with it, okay?)
I had trouble getting outside because I couldn't get up the escalator to the main floor to get outside because there was a mad panic of people rushing inside and down the escalators. This is weird for two reasons: if everyone was already running inside, why did I have to go warn them and 2) this particular mall is only one floor and has no escalators in it.
Nonetheless I made my way up the escalators and through the people. In front of me were several large glass doors leading out. But once more, there was a large mob of people trying to push thier way inside. I started to fight through them.
Then, off to my left, I saw Barry rushing in. Barry is our IT guy at work. He's a small man of vageuly Arabic looking descent with black hair, black beard and a hearing aid. Very funny man. And good at his job as well. Although at this point in time that he was running into the mall, he was wearing a soccer uniform (green, yellow and white, which is REALLY weird, cause I never dream in color), and carrying a soccer ball. I watched him pass me, but I didn't call out. I was glad he'd be safe, but I still had to get the people outside in.
Outside, I saw a few stragglers runnign towards the doors. The sky was black, the clouds grey and threatening and the wind had picked up. And there, in parking lot, driving between the cars, was a co-worker of mine, Doug. He was on a riding lawn mower. I yelled for him to get inside. He yelled back that he HAD to get this done, and continued. I have no idea a) what he was doing b) how we heard each other over the mower and the wind or c) what happened after this, cause this is where the dream ended.
And this is why I'm usually kinda glad I don't remember my dreams.
POLT
He's sweating like a whore in church! - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
It took place at a local mall, a mall I haven't been to in months. I was inside, but I knew the weather was bad outside, or rather, going to be bad. Like I real bad storm blowing through, with winds and rain and lightning and what have you. I had to get the people outside inside. (Now why there were people outside instead of inside the mall, i don't know either. It was a freaking dream, roll with it, okay?)
I had trouble getting outside because I couldn't get up the escalator to the main floor to get outside because there was a mad panic of people rushing inside and down the escalators. This is weird for two reasons: if everyone was already running inside, why did I have to go warn them and 2) this particular mall is only one floor and has no escalators in it.
Nonetheless I made my way up the escalators and through the people. In front of me were several large glass doors leading out. But once more, there was a large mob of people trying to push thier way inside. I started to fight through them.
Then, off to my left, I saw Barry rushing in. Barry is our IT guy at work. He's a small man of vageuly Arabic looking descent with black hair, black beard and a hearing aid. Very funny man. And good at his job as well. Although at this point in time that he was running into the mall, he was wearing a soccer uniform (green, yellow and white, which is REALLY weird, cause I never dream in color), and carrying a soccer ball. I watched him pass me, but I didn't call out. I was glad he'd be safe, but I still had to get the people outside in.
Outside, I saw a few stragglers runnign towards the doors. The sky was black, the clouds grey and threatening and the wind had picked up. And there, in parking lot, driving between the cars, was a co-worker of mine, Doug. He was on a riding lawn mower. I yelled for him to get inside. He yelled back that he HAD to get this done, and continued. I have no idea a) what he was doing b) how we heard each other over the mower and the wind or c) what happened after this, cause this is where the dream ended.
And this is why I'm usually kinda glad I don't remember my dreams.
POLT
He's sweating like a whore in church! - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
What else can I say, everyone is gay (Part 6)...
Does THIS make me look GAY?
"Hey, I have something to ask you...."
"I know we've got some fishy hand placements, and the looks on some of our faces are rather questionable, but since we're all fully clothed and our...girlfriends are nowhere to be seen, I gotta know....laying like this, doing what we're doing...well, um....
Does THIS make me look GAY?"
POLT
A government must make difficult decisions, especially in times of conflict, but it must never forget that the people bear the weight of it's choices. We do not have to become the monsters to defeat monsters, not even in war. - Superman, JLA #79
And isn't it ironic, don't you think...
Oh Irony, you are a cruel and fickle mistress. I have watched, with much enjoyment, while you had your way with others, but the feel of your gentle caress is something else altogether. Allow me to illustrate.
Case 1: I'm planning on visiting Freddie this weekend at college.
Part a) This will be the first time I get to meet his friends and see his school.
Part b) It will also be the last time until the fall I can do so.
Part c) I managed to rearrange my work schedule so I have off Friday thru Sunday.
Part d) I got a good rate on a hotel room, but had to pay in advance, and there's no refunds under any circumstances.
Irony: I have a cold. It's now moved from my head through my throat and is settling in my chest. I'm moving all kinds of phlegm around, and we all know how much fun THAT is.
Case 2: It's been warm this week. Each day when I come out to my car, it's like an oven inside. Finally, today, I remembered to leave my windows cracked a bit, so the heat could escape.
Irony: It rained this afternoon, after having been clear all week.
Case 3: I was doing this project for one of our clients this week, it actually involved a lot of stuff I needed to gather together, even from two other departments. I've been working on it since Friday of last week, sheparding everything through all hoops we need to go through and over all the hurdles we need to cross. Late this morning, I finally get it all together and ready for presentation, something that i wouldn't normally have done, But i did anyway.
Irony: The client has moved on and is no longer intersested in this proposal. Had I just done it with rough draft information last week, he probably would have taken it, but by getting everything in order, I lost him.
*SIGH*
POLT
After 12 years of therapy, my psychiatrist said somethign that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles." - Ronnie Shakes
Case 1: I'm planning on visiting Freddie this weekend at college.
Part a) This will be the first time I get to meet his friends and see his school.
Part b) It will also be the last time until the fall I can do so.
Part c) I managed to rearrange my work schedule so I have off Friday thru Sunday.
Part d) I got a good rate on a hotel room, but had to pay in advance, and there's no refunds under any circumstances.
Irony: I have a cold. It's now moved from my head through my throat and is settling in my chest. I'm moving all kinds of phlegm around, and we all know how much fun THAT is.
Case 2: It's been warm this week. Each day when I come out to my car, it's like an oven inside. Finally, today, I remembered to leave my windows cracked a bit, so the heat could escape.
Irony: It rained this afternoon, after having been clear all week.
Case 3: I was doing this project for one of our clients this week, it actually involved a lot of stuff I needed to gather together, even from two other departments. I've been working on it since Friday of last week, sheparding everything through all hoops we need to go through and over all the hurdles we need to cross. Late this morning, I finally get it all together and ready for presentation, something that i wouldn't normally have done, But i did anyway.
Irony: The client has moved on and is no longer intersested in this proposal. Had I just done it with rough draft information last week, he probably would have taken it, but by getting everything in order, I lost him.
*SIGH*
POLT
After 12 years of therapy, my psychiatrist said somethign that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles." - Ronnie Shakes
You are a dancing queen, young and sweet (Part 19)...
Wednesday's Weekly White Boy Dance
Supplied by Stephen.
This week's it a medley. Like the music is what you tune in for anyway....
POLT Oil: 67.18 (+1.29); Gas: 2.77 (-.01)
"You're gay." "I'm bisexual." "I went to one bar mitzvah, that doesn't make me Jewish!" - Opposite of Sex
Supplied by Stephen.
This week's it a medley. Like the music is what you tune in for anyway....
POLT Oil: 67.18 (+1.29); Gas: 2.77 (-.01)
"You're gay." "I'm bisexual." "I went to one bar mitzvah, that doesn't make me Jewish!" - Opposite of Sex
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Throw down your truth and check your weapons...
Apparantly, there's more than one way to check a soldier's weapon.
Well, if I had to do a weapons check, this is how I'd want to do it.
POLT
Your ocean belched whales on Daytona Beach, Aquaman. - Superman, JLA #66
Well, if I had to do a weapons check, this is how I'd want to do it.
POLT
Your ocean belched whales on Daytona Beach, Aquaman. - Superman, JLA #66
Too much information for my head (Part 39)...
Just like each Tuesday, these come from http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/
1. What one piece of sage relationship advice would you give your child (or niece/nephew or friend). "Don't take life too seriously, and remember, it is better to regret something you did do than to regert something you didn't do."
2. When was the last time you left a passion mark Or had one left on you? (A passion mark is an unintentional physical manifestation of an act of passion: a hickey left in the heat of the moment; fingernail or teeth marks that last for more than an hour, a bump on your head from slamming into the headboard could even count). A few months back, I left Freddie with a hickey on his shoulder, in a place unseen as long as he had a shirt on. He retaliated and gave me a similar one.
3. When was the last time you had sex in a car? a bit less than ten years ago. Got a bj from a boyfriend as I was driving us back from DC.
4. Have you ever had an orgasm in a public conveyance? What, like an escalator? Nah, nothing like that....yet...although the escalator thing is an interesting idea...
5. Have you ever had an orgasm with someone other than your partner (or partners) present? Yeah. Once gave a handjob to someone under a blanket at a friend's house. There was group of us watching a movie and drinking and stuff (this was back in high school), and I got him off. Oh, wait, have I ever done it? hmm, well there was that time in the sex club in Toronto...and that's enough said about that.
Bonus (as in optional): You are strolling along in the mall with your S.O. (hypothetical if necessary) A young same sex as your S.O. is approaching from the opposite direction and will pass within feet of you. (S)he is attractive and has magnificent body. Describe your reaction. Oh that's easy, I'll lock my eyes on him and follow him, even as he passes us. Then I'll say to my S.O., "Wow, did you see that?" At which time my S.O. will a)punch me in the arm, b) roll his eyes and not say anything for several minutes, c) tell me "You want any of what I got, you need to get your eyes ON what I got."
Course, if he was younger than my S.O., than he's probably illegal for me to do anything BUT look at him.
POLT Oil:65.89 (-1.14); Gas: 2.78 (-.01)
What bothers me is your sweater matched your walls. - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
1. What one piece of sage relationship advice would you give your child (or niece/nephew or friend). "Don't take life too seriously, and remember, it is better to regret something you did do than to regert something you didn't do."
2. When was the last time you left a passion mark Or had one left on you? (A passion mark is an unintentional physical manifestation of an act of passion: a hickey left in the heat of the moment; fingernail or teeth marks that last for more than an hour, a bump on your head from slamming into the headboard could even count). A few months back, I left Freddie with a hickey on his shoulder, in a place unseen as long as he had a shirt on. He retaliated and gave me a similar one.
3. When was the last time you had sex in a car? a bit less than ten years ago. Got a bj from a boyfriend as I was driving us back from DC.
4. Have you ever had an orgasm in a public conveyance? What, like an escalator? Nah, nothing like that....yet...although the escalator thing is an interesting idea...
5. Have you ever had an orgasm with someone other than your partner (or partners) present? Yeah. Once gave a handjob to someone under a blanket at a friend's house. There was group of us watching a movie and drinking and stuff (this was back in high school), and I got him off. Oh, wait, have I ever done it? hmm, well there was that time in the sex club in Toronto...and that's enough said about that.
Bonus (as in optional): You are strolling along in the mall with your S.O. (hypothetical if necessary) A young same sex as your S.O. is approaching from the opposite direction and will pass within feet of you. (S)he is attractive and has magnificent body. Describe your reaction. Oh that's easy, I'll lock my eyes on him and follow him, even as he passes us. Then I'll say to my S.O., "Wow, did you see that?" At which time my S.O. will a)punch me in the arm, b) roll his eyes and not say anything for several minutes, c) tell me "You want any of what I got, you need to get your eyes ON what I got."
Course, if he was younger than my S.O., than he's probably illegal for me to do anything BUT look at him.
POLT Oil:65.89 (-1.14); Gas: 2.78 (-.01)
What bothers me is your sweater matched your walls. - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
Monday, April 23, 2007
Fresh outta diapers and he don't know...
So, is that a banana in your diaper, or are you just glad to see me?
POLT
"You always made me look like the stupid one." "You always were the stupid one." - The Hanging Garden
POLT
"You always made me look like the stupid one." "You always were the stupid one." - The Hanging Garden
Another working day has ended...
I had to work today. Ugh.
I normally have off Mondays, it's my sleep in/laundry day. But today, I had to go in and work. Oh, I'll be liking to when I have my four day weekend this weekend, but now...Ugh.
See, some people were coming by from another agency, and I am that agency's contact person, so I HAD to be there. And I was stressing. I wasn't sure exacty what the visitors were expecting. Was it just a meet-n-greet? Did they have a presentation? Were they expecting one? And I wasn't getting any real support from my superiors. Oh, they were willing to be at the meeting, but I was pretty much left there to flounder on my own.
In addition, I started with a sore throat on Saturday, which blossomed into a head fulla snot, with headaches and a sore throat on Sunday. So tired and achy was I that I went to bed Sunday night about 845 pm and slept roughly straight through until about 700am. I felt somewhat better today, thanks to constantly taking cold pills, but i felt sick nonetheless.
Luckily, the meeting went off without a hitch. Better than I expected actually. today also it was in the 80's, which was nice because I got to rid home with the windows down and the wind blowing all through the car, and the guys have taken to wearing shorts and no shirts. So despite the fact there's a lot of pale skin, it was pleasant to watch them anyway on the way home. But, the bad side is, it was hot. I hate heat. ANd a bit stuffy. I did not enjoy that at all.
AND, I found out today a co-worker discovered the Palace. He didn't just come right out and say it though. We were having a conversation and he dropped a hint that I didn't get until later. Then, as we were parting, he mentioned the photo of the castle, where is it. I told him. And as I walked back to my office, it hit me just what he was asking. And that meant he had been to the Palace.
I don't work in the most gay friendly of businesses, and when I realized that i paniced a bit at first. But then I realized, he's actually a pretty decent guy, certainly one of the more open-minded, progressive people that work there. And if I had to chose people to tell I was gay, he ceratainly would be in the top 3 or 4 people I would chose to tell. And it's not as if he's the first to know, I mean, at least a dozen people, over the years that I've worked there, have known I was gay. But the vast majority of those found out because I told them, they didn't just stumble onto the fact on the internet.
Nonetheless, what can i do? I mean, it's not as if I can claim this isn't me. And I don't think I'd want to do that even if it was an option. I was always cognizant of the fact that ANYBODY in the WORLD could be reading this, that's why I've never shown my naughty bits herein (not that my co-worker or ANYone for that matter, would wanna see that), or said where I worked, or exactly where I live, or what i do for a living, or mention work much at all.
Ah, well, whatever. I doubt he'll be the last co-worker to see the Palace. He certainly is not the last person i'd want to see the Palace. And as I said, it's all kinda moot now anyway, I just have to go with what I've got, ya know?
POLT
Why does being evil have to be so much work? - Tryp, X-Factor #2
I normally have off Mondays, it's my sleep in/laundry day. But today, I had to go in and work. Oh, I'll be liking to when I have my four day weekend this weekend, but now...Ugh.
See, some people were coming by from another agency, and I am that agency's contact person, so I HAD to be there. And I was stressing. I wasn't sure exacty what the visitors were expecting. Was it just a meet-n-greet? Did they have a presentation? Were they expecting one? And I wasn't getting any real support from my superiors. Oh, they were willing to be at the meeting, but I was pretty much left there to flounder on my own.
In addition, I started with a sore throat on Saturday, which blossomed into a head fulla snot, with headaches and a sore throat on Sunday. So tired and achy was I that I went to bed Sunday night about 845 pm and slept roughly straight through until about 700am. I felt somewhat better today, thanks to constantly taking cold pills, but i felt sick nonetheless.
Luckily, the meeting went off without a hitch. Better than I expected actually. today also it was in the 80's, which was nice because I got to rid home with the windows down and the wind blowing all through the car, and the guys have taken to wearing shorts and no shirts. So despite the fact there's a lot of pale skin, it was pleasant to watch them anyway on the way home. But, the bad side is, it was hot. I hate heat. ANd a bit stuffy. I did not enjoy that at all.
AND, I found out today a co-worker discovered the Palace. He didn't just come right out and say it though. We were having a conversation and he dropped a hint that I didn't get until later. Then, as we were parting, he mentioned the photo of the castle, where is it. I told him. And as I walked back to my office, it hit me just what he was asking. And that meant he had been to the Palace.
I don't work in the most gay friendly of businesses, and when I realized that i paniced a bit at first. But then I realized, he's actually a pretty decent guy, certainly one of the more open-minded, progressive people that work there. And if I had to chose people to tell I was gay, he ceratainly would be in the top 3 or 4 people I would chose to tell. And it's not as if he's the first to know, I mean, at least a dozen people, over the years that I've worked there, have known I was gay. But the vast majority of those found out because I told them, they didn't just stumble onto the fact on the internet.
Nonetheless, what can i do? I mean, it's not as if I can claim this isn't me. And I don't think I'd want to do that even if it was an option. I was always cognizant of the fact that ANYBODY in the WORLD could be reading this, that's why I've never shown my naughty bits herein (not that my co-worker or ANYone for that matter, would wanna see that), or said where I worked, or exactly where I live, or what i do for a living, or mention work much at all.
Ah, well, whatever. I doubt he'll be the last co-worker to see the Palace. He certainly is not the last person i'd want to see the Palace. And as I said, it's all kinda moot now anyway, I just have to go with what I've got, ya know?
POLT
Why does being evil have to be so much work? - Tryp, X-Factor #2
Week 92...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
This week, I'm feeling doubly generous...
It's a TWO-FER day here at the Palace!!!!
POLT Oil: 67.03(+1.64); Gas: 2.79 (-.02)
Try being a freak in the real world, you catty cunts. - Gypsy, Gypsy 83
This week, I'm feeling doubly generous...
It's a TWO-FER day here at the Palace!!!!
POLT Oil: 67.03(+1.64); Gas: 2.79 (-.02)
Try being a freak in the real world, you catty cunts. - Gypsy, Gypsy 83
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Let's get unconscious, honey (Part 45)...
Just like each week, these come from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/
I say ... and you think ... ?
Found :: Lost
Male :: Locker Room
Spoken :: Word
Life :: Breath
Tonight :: Johnny Carson
Fingernail :: Chewed
True :: Love
Give up :: Hands Up
Shining :: Stephen King
Everywhere :: Nowhere
POLT
There are no stupid questions, just stupid people. - Mr. Garrison, South Park
I say ... and you think ... ?
Found :: Lost
Male :: Locker Room
Spoken :: Word
Life :: Breath
Tonight :: Johnny Carson
Fingernail :: Chewed
True :: Love
Give up :: Hands Up
Shining :: Stephen King
Everywhere :: Nowhere
POLT
There are no stupid questions, just stupid people. - Mr. Garrison, South Park
After all this time you're still asking questions...
This is a kind of meme. Tornwordo answered 5 questions from someone else, then offered to ask anyone else 5 questions for them to answer. I asked, and now I'm doing it too. I'll answer his 5 questions, and if anyone out there wants me to ask them 5 questions, I'll do so.
1. What is your morning routine? How long between waking up and getting out of the house?
Usually, my morning routine is when the alarm goes I get up and reset for a half hour later. I hate mornings. But when i do finally get awake, it's shower, shave, dress, rarely do I eat breakfast at home, and sometimes, I pack something for lunch. Time wise, if I get up about 7:00am, I'm usually out the door by 7:20 or so.
2. How did you discover the wonderful tricks the penis can do? (read squirt)
hehehe, this one had me giggling like a 12 year old in sex ed class, go figure. Anyway, I was shown the joys of masturbation by a friend of mine at age 11. At that time, though, I wasn't... squirting anything yet. Dry orgasms are inTENSE! Anyway, I did myself for several months, just enjoying that until one night there was...squirting. I was a bit caught off guard, as I wasn't expecting it. I mean I knew it would happen eventually, but there was no indication beforehand. My biggest concern then was what to clean up with.
3. Biggest regret in life?
Betraying a friend's confidence. I have posted about this before, but it's been a while. I was friends with a girl, A, and a boy, B. they were friends as well. B was freaking HOT! We fooled around a few times, and he told me he didn't want A to know. I had just come out to myself and A, and she and I had both been talking about how hot we thought B was. Well, I told her all about fooling around with B. Was it to make myself look better? probably. Was it pride, that I had had him and she hadn't? Probably. Was it stupid? definitely! I told her not to tell him, he would tell her when he was ready. Few weeks pass and B shows up at my house pissed OFF! A told him she knew and just wanted to let him know it was okay he was gay, she still liked him it was all cool. But B wasn't gay, I don't even think he was bi. I think he was experiementing that's all. Anyway, he yelled, I apologized, and our relationship was gone. Not only was there no more fooling around, but the friendship was damn near destroyed. The only thing that saved it was that A and B then started dating, and eventually married. Since A and I were still friends, I stayed friends with B as well, but it wasn't like it had been. Opening my big stupid mouth is probably my biggest regret.
4. Have you ever taken drugs? If so, what was your best experience?
Well, I'm consumed numerous gallons on alcohol in my lifetime but I don't think that's what you're asking. In college, I smoked marijuana about 6 times. And honest to God, I did not inhale. I have never smoked, and don't know HOW to inhale without having a huge coughing fit. I didn't want that embarrassment when I was passing the joint around amongst my buddies. So i sucked it into my mouth, held it and then exhaled through my mouth. Also, later on, I took LSD once, just to see what it was like. Dropping acid I guess was the better of the two experiences, cause it was in a more comfortable enviornment with two of my friends, and we jsut sat around and took the trip. It wasn't great, but it was fun. Not fun enough to want to do it again, but fun anyway.
5. Have you ever witnessed any unexplained phenomena? Explain.
Yeah. George W. Bush getting elected president TWICE! I wish someone could explain THAT one to me. Otherwise, not I don't think so. Oh WAIT! yeah, there's the ghost. The apartment I live in was formerly inhabitied by a woman who was murdered elsewhere, not in the apartment. One night, three strange things happened that I can not explain, and Aggie was up here and witnessed them too. I just blame them on the woman's ghost. but I've not seen anything since then.
Alternate question: What is your favorite dessert?
I know this is an alternate, but I'll answer it anyway: Mama Polt's homemade strawberry shortcake. Mmmm-mmm!
POLT Oil:65.59 (-); Gas:2.81 (-)
Sex is go great....as far as I can remember. - Gypsy, Gypsy 83
1. What is your morning routine? How long between waking up and getting out of the house?
Usually, my morning routine is when the alarm goes I get up and reset for a half hour later. I hate mornings. But when i do finally get awake, it's shower, shave, dress, rarely do I eat breakfast at home, and sometimes, I pack something for lunch. Time wise, if I get up about 7:00am, I'm usually out the door by 7:20 or so.
2. How did you discover the wonderful tricks the penis can do? (read squirt)
hehehe, this one had me giggling like a 12 year old in sex ed class, go figure. Anyway, I was shown the joys of masturbation by a friend of mine at age 11. At that time, though, I wasn't... squirting anything yet. Dry orgasms are inTENSE! Anyway, I did myself for several months, just enjoying that until one night there was...squirting. I was a bit caught off guard, as I wasn't expecting it. I mean I knew it would happen eventually, but there was no indication beforehand. My biggest concern then was what to clean up with.
3. Biggest regret in life?
Betraying a friend's confidence. I have posted about this before, but it's been a while. I was friends with a girl, A, and a boy, B. they were friends as well. B was freaking HOT! We fooled around a few times, and he told me he didn't want A to know. I had just come out to myself and A, and she and I had both been talking about how hot we thought B was. Well, I told her all about fooling around with B. Was it to make myself look better? probably. Was it pride, that I had had him and she hadn't? Probably. Was it stupid? definitely! I told her not to tell him, he would tell her when he was ready. Few weeks pass and B shows up at my house pissed OFF! A told him she knew and just wanted to let him know it was okay he was gay, she still liked him it was all cool. But B wasn't gay, I don't even think he was bi. I think he was experiementing that's all. Anyway, he yelled, I apologized, and our relationship was gone. Not only was there no more fooling around, but the friendship was damn near destroyed. The only thing that saved it was that A and B then started dating, and eventually married. Since A and I were still friends, I stayed friends with B as well, but it wasn't like it had been. Opening my big stupid mouth is probably my biggest regret.
4. Have you ever taken drugs? If so, what was your best experience?
Well, I'm consumed numerous gallons on alcohol in my lifetime but I don't think that's what you're asking. In college, I smoked marijuana about 6 times. And honest to God, I did not inhale. I have never smoked, and don't know HOW to inhale without having a huge coughing fit. I didn't want that embarrassment when I was passing the joint around amongst my buddies. So i sucked it into my mouth, held it and then exhaled through my mouth. Also, later on, I took LSD once, just to see what it was like. Dropping acid I guess was the better of the two experiences, cause it was in a more comfortable enviornment with two of my friends, and we jsut sat around and took the trip. It wasn't great, but it was fun. Not fun enough to want to do it again, but fun anyway.
5. Have you ever witnessed any unexplained phenomena? Explain.
Yeah. George W. Bush getting elected president TWICE! I wish someone could explain THAT one to me. Otherwise, not I don't think so. Oh WAIT! yeah, there's the ghost. The apartment I live in was formerly inhabitied by a woman who was murdered elsewhere, not in the apartment. One night, three strange things happened that I can not explain, and Aggie was up here and witnessed them too. I just blame them on the woman's ghost. but I've not seen anything since then.
Alternate question: What is your favorite dessert?
I know this is an alternate, but I'll answer it anyway: Mama Polt's homemade strawberry shortcake. Mmmm-mmm!
POLT Oil:65.59 (-); Gas:2.81 (-)
Sex is go great....as far as I can remember. - Gypsy, Gypsy 83
Saturday, April 21, 2007
My baby's got a secret (Part 18)...
Secret Saturdays
These, as always come from Post Secret
POLT Oil:65.59 (+2.21); Gas: 2.81 (-.02)
Okay, I've seen stranger things. Like after that time I ate the cheese I found behind the fridge, for instance. - Green Lantern, JLA Classified #15
Hope I die before I get old...
Rock on, Wilbur! Party on, Matilda!
POLT
Men around here are like day old donuts, I mean I eat them because they're free, but I don't want to invest anything in them. - Kyle, Eating Out
POLT
Men around here are like day old donuts, I mean I eat them because they're free, but I don't want to invest anything in them. - Kyle, Eating Out
Friday, April 20, 2007
You're all I'm thinking of today...
I was nominated for the following award:
Yeah, surprised me too. Exile, the sweet, and unfortunately straight, guy nominated me. You can read it here. (I would suggest you do, cause there's a little blurb about the Palace there, and a photo that just cracks me the fuck up!) I'm not actually sure what this award is, who started it, or...well, actually I don't really know anything about it. I just know I was nominated. Thanks for the honor, Exile ole buddy.
The "rules" for this thing, such as they are, are as follows:
Here are the rules from the originating site of the award. Should you choose to participate, please make sure you pass this list of rules to the blogs you are tagging.
The participation rules are simple:
1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think (or not, you can play if you weren't tagged and you don't have to play if you were).
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme (somehow, Exile didn't have this listed. now whether he lost it, or whether he never recieved it from his tagger, well, that's lost to the ages).
3. Optional: Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote
That was that! Please, remember to tag blogs with real merits, i.e. relative content, and above all - blogs that really get you thinking! (or touching your self)
(Personally, I'm gonna go for the thinking parts, cause there's no way I could narrow down the touching myself ones to just five).
So let's see, 5 blogs that have merit, and or make me think. Hmm...
1)The "Makes Me Think Canadian" blog nomination goes to Sticky Crows! Funny, intelligent, gay, insightful, sexy spouse, and a cute couple, this blog embodies them all. Tornwordo is probably the only thing that would make me go to Quebec. Not that I have anything against Quebec, but 1) I don't speak French and 2) I prefer Toronto. But I digress. His is one blog I check every single day, for he posts every morning, and it's a great way to start the day.
2) The "Best Political Blog" nomination goes to Librocrat. Funny, biting, witty commentary on today's events. And how can you go wrong with a "F_CK/YO_ /B_SH" puzzle from Wheel of Fortune, eh? By a vowel indeed.
3) The "Best Use Of Police Photos" blog nomination goes to Famous Like Me. As if the catty comments of Donnie aren't enough, every Monday we get Mugshot Mondays. I LIVE for Mugshot Mondays! Seriously, people click there, and return every Monday. You'll come to love it like I do.
4) The "Puntabulously Puntabulous" blog nomination goes to Puntabulous! You've got Craig with his Battlestar Galactica nerdiness, Optimus Prime action figure, delicious lil (and not oft seen) happy trail, oh, and Natalie Portman, His Wife. You've got Olivia, My Love, with her phases of sadness and happyiness, photos taken in the doctor's office, job at Quiznos, oh, and Parker, her sweet, clueless, aDORable, albeit underage and thusly illegal, sidekick. You've got their point-counterpoint posts. And you've got Uncle Polt laughing himself silly at nearly every post.
5) The "Polt's Hobbies" blog nomination goes to Dude Tube. oh yeah, I tried to stay away from the 'touch yourself' blogs, but you all know I just couldn't. This one is an 18 and up only one kiddies. But it's got my two favorite hobbies: Porn (both photos and movies from XTube ) and comic books!!! yeah, and here I thought I was the only one.
Well, there you have it. Thanks once more, Exile, you old scoundrel, for the nomination, and the photo. :) And please, people, visit these blogs I've nominated, you'll enjoy them.
POLT
It's hard to feel courageous in loose fitting drowsy bear jammies. - Calvin, Calvin & Hobbes
Yeah, surprised me too. Exile, the sweet, and unfortunately straight, guy nominated me. You can read it here. (I would suggest you do, cause there's a little blurb about the Palace there, and a photo that just cracks me the fuck up!) I'm not actually sure what this award is, who started it, or...well, actually I don't really know anything about it. I just know I was nominated. Thanks for the honor, Exile ole buddy.
The "rules" for this thing, such as they are, are as follows:
Here are the rules from the originating site of the award. Should you choose to participate, please make sure you pass this list of rules to the blogs you are tagging.
The participation rules are simple:
1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think (or not, you can play if you weren't tagged and you don't have to play if you were).
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme (somehow, Exile didn't have this listed. now whether he lost it, or whether he never recieved it from his tagger, well, that's lost to the ages).
3. Optional: Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote
That was that! Please, remember to tag blogs with real merits, i.e. relative content, and above all - blogs that really get you thinking! (or touching your self)
(Personally, I'm gonna go for the thinking parts, cause there's no way I could narrow down the touching myself ones to just five).
So let's see, 5 blogs that have merit, and or make me think. Hmm...
1)The "Makes Me Think Canadian" blog nomination goes to Sticky Crows! Funny, intelligent, gay, insightful, sexy spouse, and a cute couple, this blog embodies them all. Tornwordo is probably the only thing that would make me go to Quebec. Not that I have anything against Quebec, but 1) I don't speak French and 2) I prefer Toronto. But I digress. His is one blog I check every single day, for he posts every morning, and it's a great way to start the day.
2) The "Best Political Blog" nomination goes to Librocrat. Funny, biting, witty commentary on today's events. And how can you go wrong with a "F_CK/YO_ /B_SH" puzzle from Wheel of Fortune, eh? By a vowel indeed.
3) The "Best Use Of Police Photos" blog nomination goes to Famous Like Me. As if the catty comments of Donnie aren't enough, every Monday we get Mugshot Mondays. I LIVE for Mugshot Mondays! Seriously, people click there, and return every Monday. You'll come to love it like I do.
4) The "Puntabulously Puntabulous" blog nomination goes to Puntabulous! You've got Craig with his Battlestar Galactica nerdiness, Optimus Prime action figure, delicious lil (and not oft seen) happy trail, oh, and Natalie Portman, His Wife. You've got Olivia, My Love, with her phases of sadness and happyiness, photos taken in the doctor's office, job at Quiznos, oh, and Parker, her sweet, clueless, aDORable, albeit underage and thusly illegal, sidekick. You've got their point-counterpoint posts. And you've got Uncle Polt laughing himself silly at nearly every post.
5) The "Polt's Hobbies" blog nomination goes to Dude Tube. oh yeah, I tried to stay away from the 'touch yourself' blogs, but you all know I just couldn't. This one is an 18 and up only one kiddies. But it's got my two favorite hobbies: Porn (both photos and movies from XTube ) and comic books!!! yeah, and here I thought I was the only one.
Well, there you have it. Thanks once more, Exile, you old scoundrel, for the nomination, and the photo. :) And please, people, visit these blogs I've nominated, you'll enjoy them.
POLT
It's hard to feel courageous in loose fitting drowsy bear jammies. - Calvin, Calvin & Hobbes
A kiss is just a kiss (Part 75)...
Frenching Fridays
POLT Oil: 63.38 (+.19); Gas: 2.83 (-)
I wouldn't mind giving George W. Bush a good shaking with my lightsaber. - Hayden Christensen
Thursday, April 19, 2007
I feel the need to be naked with you (Part 54)...
Once more it's time for ...
I know I've mentioned before on here that I LOVE buffalo wings. Dripping in sauce, oozing down off the meat onto my hands. Not real spicy, just barbequed, with a slight little kick. Love em. The last photo I showed of that was of my mouth and how my whole goatee, generally, is covered in the sauce, with it dripping off my chin. Well here, this week, I give you a photo of my fingers, when I'm finished eating buffalo wings.
Anybody want a shoulder rub now? With these babies? We'd both need to shower afterwards....
hmmmm.....
Want to see what some others posted for HNT? Click the HNT button in my sidebar and enjoy!
POLT
I can't actually think of anything less spontaneous than a Republican convention. - Toby Zeigler, The West Wing
I know I've mentioned before on here that I LOVE buffalo wings. Dripping in sauce, oozing down off the meat onto my hands. Not real spicy, just barbequed, with a slight little kick. Love em. The last photo I showed of that was of my mouth and how my whole goatee, generally, is covered in the sauce, with it dripping off my chin. Well here, this week, I give you a photo of my fingers, when I'm finished eating buffalo wings.
Anybody want a shoulder rub now? With these babies? We'd both need to shower afterwards....
hmmmm.....
Want to see what some others posted for HNT? Click the HNT button in my sidebar and enjoy!
POLT
I can't actually think of anything less spontaneous than a Republican convention. - Toby Zeigler, The West Wing
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Going to a go-go, everybody...
This past weekend, Freddie went to a gay bar in Philadelphia, and took with him his future roommate, who is also gay, and said gay future roommate's faghag. And apparently a good time was had by all. They were there for several hours, dancing thier little gay hearts out. Freddie excitedly told me all about it and all the stories on Sunday.
I sat there smiling while I listened cause it brought everthing back to me, when I was young and gay bars were new and exciting.
I was 23 when i went to my first gay bar. I'm sure Deer Park was nothing like the club Freddie went to, but it was all we had around here in 1990-91. I remember the first time I went, it was a Friday night, and I drove up by it. Deer Park is situated along a highway in the mountains, there's very little around it but woods. That Friday night, i drove passed the building, back and forth, at least 6 times. And then i went home. I just didn't have the nerve to go in.
the next night, Saturday, I actually drove onto the parking lot and parked, far away from the road so no one could see my car whiel driving past. Not that that many people used that road, and if they did, there was little chance they'd recognize my car. But nonetheless, that's what I did. And I sat in the car, trying to talk myself into going in. Oh was I conflicted. I can laugh about it now, and do, but then, there were serious concerns I had considering I wasn't really out to anybody. Just barely out to myself, in fact.
Finally, after what had to be an hour or more, I got up the nerve to walk in. Although, I only made it to the front door, when i chickened out and went back to my car. And I sat there for a bit longer. And then, I remember saying to myself, "This is stupid. You've come this far, jsut go inside. If you don't like it, come back out and leave."
I got out of the car, went to the front door, paused, but then opened it. Right away I had to pay the cover, $2.00 then, and entered in. The lady taking the money said nothing to me, barely acknowledged me. She certainly didn't chime out something like "Fag, fagboy, fag!" Not that I really expected her to, but I don't think I would have been surprised if she had. And then i entered the bar.
The front bar had a bar and a bunch of tables. And it was packed. I didn't order anything, and just kind of wandered around until I made my way to the back bar, which had two bars and a small dance floor. And people were dancing and packed in kinda tightly. I stood back against the wall, just taking it all in.
I was amazed, the lights (bright, and colorful) the sounds (thumping beats, laughter), the smells (cologne, beer, smoke, sweat), the feelings (the beat reverberating through my body, the occasional brush of someone's body as they passed). But all I did was just stand there and look at everything. I couldn't talk to anyone, I couldn't even get the nerve up to go to the bar and ask for a drink. I was there for a bit of time I don't remember how long, over an hour I'm sure. And the only song I remember is "Vogue" by Madonna. I remember hearing it, and watching some of the queens go into vogue mode.
I left alone, I'm not sure if I said four whole sentences the whole time I was there. But I realized something important, I would be going back!
POLT Oil:63.11 (-.08); Gas: 2.83 (-)
Girl, if I wasn't married, pregnant and my feet didn't gurt, I'd get with one of them brothers! - Ida, Beauty Shop
I sat there smiling while I listened cause it brought everthing back to me, when I was young and gay bars were new and exciting.
I was 23 when i went to my first gay bar. I'm sure Deer Park was nothing like the club Freddie went to, but it was all we had around here in 1990-91. I remember the first time I went, it was a Friday night, and I drove up by it. Deer Park is situated along a highway in the mountains, there's very little around it but woods. That Friday night, i drove passed the building, back and forth, at least 6 times. And then i went home. I just didn't have the nerve to go in.
the next night, Saturday, I actually drove onto the parking lot and parked, far away from the road so no one could see my car whiel driving past. Not that that many people used that road, and if they did, there was little chance they'd recognize my car. But nonetheless, that's what I did. And I sat in the car, trying to talk myself into going in. Oh was I conflicted. I can laugh about it now, and do, but then, there were serious concerns I had considering I wasn't really out to anybody. Just barely out to myself, in fact.
Finally, after what had to be an hour or more, I got up the nerve to walk in. Although, I only made it to the front door, when i chickened out and went back to my car. And I sat there for a bit longer. And then, I remember saying to myself, "This is stupid. You've come this far, jsut go inside. If you don't like it, come back out and leave."
I got out of the car, went to the front door, paused, but then opened it. Right away I had to pay the cover, $2.00 then, and entered in. The lady taking the money said nothing to me, barely acknowledged me. She certainly didn't chime out something like "Fag, fagboy, fag!" Not that I really expected her to, but I don't think I would have been surprised if she had. And then i entered the bar.
The front bar had a bar and a bunch of tables. And it was packed. I didn't order anything, and just kind of wandered around until I made my way to the back bar, which had two bars and a small dance floor. And people were dancing and packed in kinda tightly. I stood back against the wall, just taking it all in.
I was amazed, the lights (bright, and colorful) the sounds (thumping beats, laughter), the smells (cologne, beer, smoke, sweat), the feelings (the beat reverberating through my body, the occasional brush of someone's body as they passed). But all I did was just stand there and look at everything. I couldn't talk to anyone, I couldn't even get the nerve up to go to the bar and ask for a drink. I was there for a bit of time I don't remember how long, over an hour I'm sure. And the only song I remember is "Vogue" by Madonna. I remember hearing it, and watching some of the queens go into vogue mode.
I left alone, I'm not sure if I said four whole sentences the whole time I was there. But I realized something important, I would be going back!
POLT Oil:63.11 (-.08); Gas: 2.83 (-)
Girl, if I wasn't married, pregnant and my feet didn't gurt, I'd get with one of them brothers! - Ida, Beauty Shop
You are a dancing queen, young and sweet (Part 18)...
Wednesday Weekly White Boy Dance
Thankfully Stephen posted another dance, with the kitty in it a bit again. Lucky pussy.
POLT
Coming on to the youth minister...Laurie, you need church! - Kitty, That 70's Show
Thankfully Stephen posted another dance, with the kitty in it a bit again. Lucky pussy.
POLT
Coming on to the youth minister...Laurie, you need church! - Kitty, That 70's Show
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I didn't use a pithy, silly title to the post, nor will I have a quote at the end, because I'm gonna mention a few things about the shootings at Virginia Tech, and it seemed disrespectful to do so. And what I saying here are just my thoughts about it today. I dont necessarily mean them to be controversial, although I'm certain some may take them that way.
1. I didn't find out until I stopped by my mom's tonight, that I have a cousin, Marcus, who attends Virginia Tech. He spoke to his grandfather last night, and my mom spoke to the grandfather this afternoon. Marcus was in class in the late morning in a building next to the one where all the shootings took place. They heard the gunshots. the all got down against one wall and the instructor pulled the blind on the door and turned the lights out and they were there until a policeman came to the room after it was all over. How horrific.
2. This only reenforces my conviction that we need real, proactive, nationwide gun control.
3. Although, I heard some NRA flunkie saying that they need to pass laws allowing students to carry concealed weapons. Yeah. The only thing worse than a student shooting in university building is having three or four other people pull out guns and start shooting. How many students would get hit with richochets or caught in the crossfire or hit by a stray bullet?
4. Is it a bad thing that I think the shooter, Cho Seung-Hui, was pretty cute? I feel bad about saying it, but it's the truth.
5. Thirty-two people dead. Most of them young people, with their whole lives ahead of them. It is horrific and a tragedy, and we are all right to be shocked and dismayed at what happened. But let's not forget that in the last week, we had thrity-two or so, young Americans killed, with their whole lives ahead of them as well. they were our soldiers in Iraq. Why are we not, as a country, shocked and dismayed about them as well?
POLT
1. I didn't find out until I stopped by my mom's tonight, that I have a cousin, Marcus, who attends Virginia Tech. He spoke to his grandfather last night, and my mom spoke to the grandfather this afternoon. Marcus was in class in the late morning in a building next to the one where all the shootings took place. They heard the gunshots. the all got down against one wall and the instructor pulled the blind on the door and turned the lights out and they were there until a policeman came to the room after it was all over. How horrific.
2. This only reenforces my conviction that we need real, proactive, nationwide gun control.
3. Although, I heard some NRA flunkie saying that they need to pass laws allowing students to carry concealed weapons. Yeah. The only thing worse than a student shooting in university building is having three or four other people pull out guns and start shooting. How many students would get hit with richochets or caught in the crossfire or hit by a stray bullet?
4. Is it a bad thing that I think the shooter, Cho Seung-Hui, was pretty cute? I feel bad about saying it, but it's the truth.
5. Thirty-two people dead. Most of them young people, with their whole lives ahead of them. It is horrific and a tragedy, and we are all right to be shocked and dismayed at what happened. But let's not forget that in the last week, we had thrity-two or so, young Americans killed, with their whole lives ahead of them as well. they were our soldiers in Iraq. Why are we not, as a country, shocked and dismayed about them as well?
POLT
You gotta listen to my words, yeah (Part 3)...
Urban Dictionary word for the day:
disco nap
sleeping when ya got something goin' later on that you need to get ready for.
-"i was about to go to the club, but i needed a disco nap to feel refreshed."
POLT
Anyone who isn't dead or from another plane of existence would do well to cover thier ears, right...about...now. - Metatron, Dogma
disco nap
sleeping when ya got something goin' later on that you need to get ready for.
-"i was about to go to the club, but i needed a disco nap to feel refreshed."
POLT
Anyone who isn't dead or from another plane of existence would do well to cover thier ears, right...about...now. - Metatron, Dogma
Too much information for my head (Part 38)...
These come from http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/
1. My biggest sexual turnoff is __________? Having a vagina.
2. Do you prefer natural tastes or flavored lubes? Natural tastes.
3. How much money would it take to convince you to get on stage naked? Geez....if there's no one there I know, and no recording devices present, probably a couple hundred or so. Otherwise, I don't think you could get me up there.
4. Have you ever been to an AA meeting or similar support group meeting? I went to an AA meeting once, about 15 years ago. The guy I was seeing was in AA and he wanted me to go with him. I did, feeling totally uncomfortable throughout. Since I'm not an alcoholic, I felt like an intruder when all these people were baring thier souls. Afterwards, a group of like 20 of us went to a Chinese restaurant, that was fun.
5. Do you wear socks to bed? Is that okay or totally unsexy? I have to, my feet are ALWAYS cold. I don't it matters sexually, though. BTW, I read online a few weeks ago that in a study, more people orgasmed with socks on than with bare feet. Take it for what it's worth, but I would have liked to have been monitoring THAT research!
Bonus (as in optional): Ever been arrested? Turned someone in/had someone arrested? Nope, never arrested, nor turned someone in. I did get a "drinking alcohol under 21" charge 3 months before my 21st birthday but that just involved a fine.
POLT Oil:63.20 (-.44); Gas:2.83 (+.01)
You love someone, your good sense goes out the window. - Harry, Harry & Max
1. My biggest sexual turnoff is __________? Having a vagina.
2. Do you prefer natural tastes or flavored lubes? Natural tastes.
3. How much money would it take to convince you to get on stage naked? Geez....if there's no one there I know, and no recording devices present, probably a couple hundred or so. Otherwise, I don't think you could get me up there.
4. Have you ever been to an AA meeting or similar support group meeting? I went to an AA meeting once, about 15 years ago. The guy I was seeing was in AA and he wanted me to go with him. I did, feeling totally uncomfortable throughout. Since I'm not an alcoholic, I felt like an intruder when all these people were baring thier souls. Afterwards, a group of like 20 of us went to a Chinese restaurant, that was fun.
5. Do you wear socks to bed? Is that okay or totally unsexy? I have to, my feet are ALWAYS cold. I don't it matters sexually, though. BTW, I read online a few weeks ago that in a study, more people orgasmed with socks on than with bare feet. Take it for what it's worth, but I would have liked to have been monitoring THAT research!
Bonus (as in optional): Ever been arrested? Turned someone in/had someone arrested? Nope, never arrested, nor turned someone in. I did get a "drinking alcohol under 21" charge 3 months before my 21st birthday but that just involved a fine.
POLT Oil:63.20 (-.44); Gas:2.83 (+.01)
You love someone, your good sense goes out the window. - Harry, Harry & Max
Monday, April 16, 2007
Makes me wanna laugh, sometimes I want to take my toaster in the bath..
I know I mentioned before I got a new toaster, but I'm not sure I showed it.
It's metal, and sleek, and has a nifty neon blue light on it. Unlike my older, boxey, black toaster with no lights. And not only does it LOOK sweet, it toasts sweetly, too!
POLT
"What's the smell?" "I think it's testosterone." - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
It's metal, and sleek, and has a nifty neon blue light on it. Unlike my older, boxey, black toaster with no lights. And not only does it LOOK sweet, it toasts sweetly, too!
POLT
"What's the smell?" "I think it's testosterone." - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
Week 91...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
POLT Oil:63.64 (+.17); Gas: 2.82 (+.01)
We are here on earth to fart around, don't let anyone tell you any different. - Kurt Vonnegut
POLT Oil:63.64 (+.17); Gas: 2.82 (+.01)
We are here on earth to fart around, don't let anyone tell you any different. - Kurt Vonnegut
Sunday, April 15, 2007
By my taste, and below the angel dog....
You open the door and come into the house and are greeted by this sight....
You know it means: "I have no idea who upset the plant in the hallway, chewed through your favorite pair of shoes, ate the steaks you had thawing in the sink and knocked over the lamp in the bedroom. Frankly, master, I'm betting on rats. Rats or mice, yeah. Course, could always be a cat got in somehow, we both know how evil and sneaky they are! Oh, and that puddle on the carpet in the dining room, I'm saying rats too. A BIG rat. Not that I would know, cause I was being a good boy and staying out of places I'm not supposed to be! yessir-ree, that was me ALL day. So....wanna play fetch?"
POLT
This is America, dude: if you run out of ice, you've got nobody to blame but yourself.
You know it means: "I have no idea who upset the plant in the hallway, chewed through your favorite pair of shoes, ate the steaks you had thawing in the sink and knocked over the lamp in the bedroom. Frankly, master, I'm betting on rats. Rats or mice, yeah. Course, could always be a cat got in somehow, we both know how evil and sneaky they are! Oh, and that puddle on the carpet in the dining room, I'm saying rats too. A BIG rat. Not that I would know, cause I was being a good boy and staying out of places I'm not supposed to be! yessir-ree, that was me ALL day. So....wanna play fetch?"
POLT
This is America, dude: if you run out of ice, you've got nobody to blame but yourself.
What else can i say, everyone is gay (Part 5)...
Does THIS Make Me Look Gay?
Okay, maybe not the guy on the couch shushing them (one wonders why they need shushing), but the other two, they probably want to know, "Does this make us look gay?"
POLT
Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once.
Okay, maybe not the guy on the couch shushing them (one wonders why they need shushing), but the other two, they probably want to know, "Does this make us look gay?"
POLT
Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once.
You pay your taxes, you pay the rent, till you haven't got a cent...
Well, guess who just got finished with his taxes? Uncle Polt, that's right. Nothing like getting a headstart on something, eh? I mean, I had until Tuesday, for God's sake, to get them done. That's TWO whole days! Wow it feels good, the early worm and all that.
Uncle Polt, thy middle name is Procrastination.
I remember thinking when I got the W-2's the end of January, I thought I outta just jump on them and get it out of the way. Then, in February I thought I'd probably just do them in March sometime, and when March rolled around, I told myself I better get them done before April in case I'm missing a form or what have you.
And I did them this afternoon. I really don't know why I waited so long. The whole process took me like 45 minutes, if that long. I filed the PA taxes over the phone, and they came out exactly even, just like they do every year. I did the Fed, and it appears I'm gonna get about $1000 back, which i more than i think I've ever gotten. Local taxes, though, I had to pay, as usual, a bit over $300. So my net gain is $700 or so. Course, right now I'm down $300 bucks local, and since I filed so late, I probably won't get the refund until June...but it'll be a pleasant summer bonus, eh?
POLT
Reverend, if two people love each other, I don't think God cares if they each have the same hoo hoo or ha ha. - Marge, The Simpsons
Uncle Polt, thy middle name is Procrastination.
I remember thinking when I got the W-2's the end of January, I thought I outta just jump on them and get it out of the way. Then, in February I thought I'd probably just do them in March sometime, and when March rolled around, I told myself I better get them done before April in case I'm missing a form or what have you.
And I did them this afternoon. I really don't know why I waited so long. The whole process took me like 45 minutes, if that long. I filed the PA taxes over the phone, and they came out exactly even, just like they do every year. I did the Fed, and it appears I'm gonna get about $1000 back, which i more than i think I've ever gotten. Local taxes, though, I had to pay, as usual, a bit over $300. So my net gain is $700 or so. Course, right now I'm down $300 bucks local, and since I filed so late, I probably won't get the refund until June...but it'll be a pleasant summer bonus, eh?
POLT
Reverend, if two people love each other, I don't think God cares if they each have the same hoo hoo or ha ha. - Marge, The Simpsons
Sing my visions to the sky high mountains...
Today, I watched a DVD I got from Netflix called Sky High.
It's about a teenage who's the son of two superheroes. He a first day freshman at a school for superpowered teens, and he hasn't yet developed any powers. I know, I know, corny you're thinking. And yeah, it was a bit. but the comic book geek in me loved it! It was actually funny too. Great supporting performances from two of the Kids In The Hall, and Lynda Carter too! Kinda predicatable storyline, but pretty decent special effects. And, as I may have mentioned it was funny. I did enjoy it.
One of the best parts for me was the character of Warren Peace. No, not the character, exactly, but moreso, the actor who played him...Steven Strait.
Yeah, dark brooding bad boy, with a hot body, cute face AND a hairthing! It quite an unforuntate thing that we didn't get to see Mr. Strair thusly attired:
Nonetheless, a good flick in my opinion, and what's more, it exceeded the expectations I had for it. That's about the best endorsement I can give a film.
POLT
Live every life as if it were your last.
It's about a teenage who's the son of two superheroes. He a first day freshman at a school for superpowered teens, and he hasn't yet developed any powers. I know, I know, corny you're thinking. And yeah, it was a bit. but the comic book geek in me loved it! It was actually funny too. Great supporting performances from two of the Kids In The Hall, and Lynda Carter too! Kinda predicatable storyline, but pretty decent special effects. And, as I may have mentioned it was funny. I did enjoy it.
One of the best parts for me was the character of Warren Peace. No, not the character, exactly, but moreso, the actor who played him...Steven Strait.
Yeah, dark brooding bad boy, with a hot body, cute face AND a hairthing! It quite an unforuntate thing that we didn't get to see Mr. Strair thusly attired:
Nonetheless, a good flick in my opinion, and what's more, it exceeded the expectations I had for it. That's about the best endorsement I can give a film.
POLT
Live every life as if it were your last.
Let's get unconscious, honey (Part 44)...
Every Sunday, these come from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/.
I say ... and you think ... ?
Freeze :: Pop
Naturally :: Of course
Painting :: Picasso
Merits :: Positives
Ironic :: Compassionate Conservative
Survival :: Of the fittest
Cow :: Milk
Anchor :: Ship
Sisters :: Brothers
70 :: 80
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If you're on Queer As Folk and fucking something, it aint a girl. - Ryan Scott Greene
I say ... and you think ... ?
Freeze :: Pop
Naturally :: Of course
Painting :: Picasso
Merits :: Positives
Ironic :: Compassionate Conservative
Survival :: Of the fittest
Cow :: Milk
Anchor :: Ship
Sisters :: Brothers
70 :: 80
POLT Oil:63.47 (-.16); Gas: 2.81 (+.01)
If you're on Queer As Folk and fucking something, it aint a girl. - Ryan Scott Greene
Saturday, April 14, 2007
You gotta listen to my words, yeah (Part 2)...
spring broke
-When you're broke because you spent all your money on spring break.
"Hey man, wanna go to a movie or somethin'?" "Nah, I'm spring broke. The cash I took to vegas, stayed in vegas."
POLT
I would like to suggest that as a national policy we encourage the reestablishment of the Soviet Union. Sure, it was an evil empire, but at least it kept the GOP busy. Who has time to for gay marriage, activist judges, or brain dead bulimics when you've got a real bogeyman to freak out about? - Bill Maher
Hermit crabs and cowry shells...
A few ladies at work have beta fish in thier offices, there's three of them to be exact. Another lady has a hermit crab in a tub in her office. The hermit crab has all kinds of shells and such and gravel and what have you laying around. Kathy, the hermit crabs owner, seems very proud of her crab, God only knows why.
At any rate, Easter weekend, those ladies were doing to be gone for a three day weekend. They asked me to feed the beta fish on Saturday, as the fish apparently can't go that long without food. I've done it for them before, dropped some of the food into the bowls and watched most of it float down right past the stupid fish and settle on the bottom. I don't know that the fish go down to get it later or not, could they think like that? Maybe they can think like that, what do I know about fish? I won a goldfish every year at the carnival and it was dead within a week, that's what I know about fish. Oh, that and broiled haddock is pretty tasty.
But I digress. I fed the fish as requested. this week, when I went into thier offices, Kathy, the hermit crab owner, accused of being a crab killer. She said when she came in, her crab was laying in the middle of the tub, all cold and unmoving. SO she cleaned it out. And the strangest thing, she picked up the crab's usual home, and she could hear something rattling around in there. And when she looked, she could see his claws still there, but they were all white. He was so sick, not only did he die, but he came undone from his claws. I felt a bit sad for her, but I knew I hadn't done anything, and she had already cleaned the tub out and threw everything away and all.
Well, the next day, when one of the beta-fish ladies heard about this, she got online and checked some things out. Turns out, hermit crabs molt. Their old skin falls off, and thier new skin is white and cold until it gets used to the heat and the light and stuff. So, what we thought was a dead hermit crab was actually just it's molted skin, and the white claws? They were the real crab still inside its shell, alive and adjusting to its new skin.
Right before it got tossed in the trash and thrown out.
Now, we ALL know who IS a crab killer and who isn't! (I did get an apology from Kathy, even though I hadn't taken anything seriously. Still, nice to know you won't be known around the office as the Pet Killer.)
POLT
I got rid of my teeth at a young age because I'm straight. Teeth are for gay people, that's why fairies come and get them. - Master Shake, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
At any rate, Easter weekend, those ladies were doing to be gone for a three day weekend. They asked me to feed the beta fish on Saturday, as the fish apparently can't go that long without food. I've done it for them before, dropped some of the food into the bowls and watched most of it float down right past the stupid fish and settle on the bottom. I don't know that the fish go down to get it later or not, could they think like that? Maybe they can think like that, what do I know about fish? I won a goldfish every year at the carnival and it was dead within a week, that's what I know about fish. Oh, that and broiled haddock is pretty tasty.
But I digress. I fed the fish as requested. this week, when I went into thier offices, Kathy, the hermit crab owner, accused of being a crab killer. She said when she came in, her crab was laying in the middle of the tub, all cold and unmoving. SO she cleaned it out. And the strangest thing, she picked up the crab's usual home, and she could hear something rattling around in there. And when she looked, she could see his claws still there, but they were all white. He was so sick, not only did he die, but he came undone from his claws. I felt a bit sad for her, but I knew I hadn't done anything, and she had already cleaned the tub out and threw everything away and all.
Well, the next day, when one of the beta-fish ladies heard about this, she got online and checked some things out. Turns out, hermit crabs molt. Their old skin falls off, and thier new skin is white and cold until it gets used to the heat and the light and stuff. So, what we thought was a dead hermit crab was actually just it's molted skin, and the white claws? They were the real crab still inside its shell, alive and adjusting to its new skin.
Right before it got tossed in the trash and thrown out.
Now, we ALL know who IS a crab killer and who isn't! (I did get an apology from Kathy, even though I hadn't taken anything seriously. Still, nice to know you won't be known around the office as the Pet Killer.)
POLT
I got rid of my teeth at a young age because I'm straight. Teeth are for gay people, that's why fairies come and get them. - Master Shake, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Picture this freezing cold weather...
Its been a bit unseasonably cold recently, down into the 30's and such. In April. I think we average somewhere in the high 50's or so. And there's been a big blizzard winter storm stuff in the Mid-West. It's strange. I, along with most of the country, am wondering what's wrong with our weather, why it is so wintery?
And then, I saw this still hanging on the front of my mom's house, on Easter, the holiday to usher in Springtime, of all days:
Now we know, it's all Mama Polt's fault!
POLT
I am what I am, and what I am needs no excuses! - I Am What I Am
And then, I saw this still hanging on the front of my mom's house, on Easter, the holiday to usher in Springtime, of all days:
Now we know, it's all Mama Polt's fault!
POLT
I am what I am, and what I am needs no excuses! - I Am What I Am
Into a state of regression, the expiration date....
This is what I found in my fridge earlier this week.
Oh yeah, two, not one, but TWO cartons of expired milk! Oh yeah, either I'm the ultimate rebel who doesn't follow the dictates of society who lives my life by MY rules, and won't let a few pesky dates interfere with MY life, or...I'm lazy.
I'm acutally placing all my bets on the second option.
POLT
Hawaii is a myth, it doesn't exist. Like compassionate concervatives or the Canadian army. - Bucky, Get Fuzzy
Oh yeah, two, not one, but TWO cartons of expired milk! Oh yeah, either I'm the ultimate rebel who doesn't follow the dictates of society who lives my life by MY rules, and won't let a few pesky dates interfere with MY life, or...I'm lazy.
I'm acutally placing all my bets on the second option.
POLT
Hawaii is a myth, it doesn't exist. Like compassionate concervatives or the Canadian army. - Bucky, Get Fuzzy
My baby's got a secret (Part 17)...
Secret Saturdays
these come from http://postsecret.blogspot.com You outta go there and check em out.
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Can we get this god-forsaken event over with so I can get back to presiding over a civilization gone to hell in a handcar? - President Bartlet, The West Wing
Friday, April 13, 2007
I hate the cheerleaders, and anyone's who's cool...
I have never liked Penn State. I went to Shippensburg University, a college in the state sponsered system. in other words, the 14 colleges of the state system depend on a lot of thier funding from Pennsylvania state government. It also allows the 14 colleges to be kept at a reasonable rate for Pennsylvania citizens. In fact, when I was attending there, when the tuition bill arrived, there was a notice included that said the taxpayers of Pennsylvania paid about $2,500 for every student attending the 14 state system schools. And that was when my tuition for the semester was like $900, so you see how much more affordable it was.
However, each year, Penn State officials would go to Harrisburg and whine to the politicians, "Oh we KNOW we're a private school, not supported by state funds BUT, our football team is so great, look at all the publicity, media coverage, and money we bring into the state of PA! Surely you could help us by giving us some money!" And damned, if the politicians wouldn't go and give them money each year! to a private school. And where did that money come from? Well, I'm not certain, but each semester I was ther my tuition increased. Still way below what I'd pay at a private school, but nonetheless, it wouldn't have had to go up as much as it did if the politicians wouldn't be giving state money to a PRIVATE college.
And that is the basis for my dislike of Penn State.
that having been said, if I had seen these photos, I might have no only wanted to attend Penn State, I might have tried out to be a cheerleader!
Would like to get my hands on THEIR pom-poms, I assure you.
POLT
Allowing Ronald Reagan to become president was by far my biggest failure in office. - Jimmy Carter
However, each year, Penn State officials would go to Harrisburg and whine to the politicians, "Oh we KNOW we're a private school, not supported by state funds BUT, our football team is so great, look at all the publicity, media coverage, and money we bring into the state of PA! Surely you could help us by giving us some money!" And damned, if the politicians wouldn't go and give them money each year! to a private school. And where did that money come from? Well, I'm not certain, but each semester I was ther my tuition increased. Still way below what I'd pay at a private school, but nonetheless, it wouldn't have had to go up as much as it did if the politicians wouldn't be giving state money to a PRIVATE college.
And that is the basis for my dislike of Penn State.
that having been said, if I had seen these photos, I might have no only wanted to attend Penn State, I might have tried out to be a cheerleader!
Would like to get my hands on THEIR pom-poms, I assure you.
POLT
Allowing Ronald Reagan to become president was by far my biggest failure in office. - Jimmy Carter
Don't know much, all I can offer you is love...
Found this interesting tidbit online this afternoon:
WASHINGTON - Students who participated in sexual abstinence programs were just as likely to have sex a few years later as those who did not, according to a long-awaited study mandated by Congress.
Also, those who attended one of the four abstinence classes reviewed reported having similar numbers of sexual partners as those who did not attend the classes, and they first had sex at about the same age as their control group counterparts — 14 years and nine months, according to Mathematica Policy Research Inc.
The federal government now spends about $176 million annually on abstinence-until-marriage education. Critics have repeatedly said they don’t believe the programs are working, and the study will give them reinforcement.
So we're spending $176 million annually for a program that gives us the same results and when there's no program in place. In other words, we could not spend the money on the program and end up exactly where we are now. So WHY spend the money on the program???
Why not direct it to a comprehensive sex ed program, that includes abstinence, but also includes safe sex education. I understand this issue is not really about money, it's about the kids in our schools. And why should we deny those kids ALL the tools they need to make informed decisions about having sex? Why should we only tell them "Just Say NO!", and then give them nothing else.
To me, its always seemed and easy question and answer. Why tell some kid, "Dont' have sex!" instead of "Don't have sex until you're ready and fully prepared to. And when you are, this is a condom and this is how it may help you save your life, and help an unwanted pregnancy or disease from occuring."
I don't buy the argument that "If they hear about the condoms, if they do, they'll think about sex, think condoms will make them sage and then they'll go have sex." That's like saying, "Let's not tell people about seat belts, cause if we do they'll think seat belts will make them safe, and then they'll go drive recklessly." Neither argument works.
Furthermore, as the study proves, some of the kids in the program are ALREADY ignoring what their taught and having sex anyway. And they're doing so WITHOUT the knowledge and education that a comprehensive program would give them.
Why not give them the information they need to make an informed decision. And why not direct money to programs that help them do that, instead of programs that force them to only have a portion of the knowledge they need to make informed decisions.
POLT Oil: 63.47 (-.42); Gas: 2.78 (+.01)
You know, you Republicans insist that government is depraved for not legislating against what we can see on the newsstands or what we can see in an art exhibit or what we can burn in protest or which sex we're allowed to have sex with or a woman's right to choose. But don't you dare try to regulate this deadly weapon I have concealed on me for that would encroach against my freedom. - Sam Seaborn, The West Wing
WASHINGTON - Students who participated in sexual abstinence programs were just as likely to have sex a few years later as those who did not, according to a long-awaited study mandated by Congress.
Also, those who attended one of the four abstinence classes reviewed reported having similar numbers of sexual partners as those who did not attend the classes, and they first had sex at about the same age as their control group counterparts — 14 years and nine months, according to Mathematica Policy Research Inc.
The federal government now spends about $176 million annually on abstinence-until-marriage education. Critics have repeatedly said they don’t believe the programs are working, and the study will give them reinforcement.
So we're spending $176 million annually for a program that gives us the same results and when there's no program in place. In other words, we could not spend the money on the program and end up exactly where we are now. So WHY spend the money on the program???
Why not direct it to a comprehensive sex ed program, that includes abstinence, but also includes safe sex education. I understand this issue is not really about money, it's about the kids in our schools. And why should we deny those kids ALL the tools they need to make informed decisions about having sex? Why should we only tell them "Just Say NO!", and then give them nothing else.
To me, its always seemed and easy question and answer. Why tell some kid, "Dont' have sex!" instead of "Don't have sex until you're ready and fully prepared to. And when you are, this is a condom and this is how it may help you save your life, and help an unwanted pregnancy or disease from occuring."
I don't buy the argument that "If they hear about the condoms, if they do, they'll think about sex, think condoms will make them sage and then they'll go have sex." That's like saying, "Let's not tell people about seat belts, cause if we do they'll think seat belts will make them safe, and then they'll go drive recklessly." Neither argument works.
Furthermore, as the study proves, some of the kids in the program are ALREADY ignoring what their taught and having sex anyway. And they're doing so WITHOUT the knowledge and education that a comprehensive program would give them.
Why not give them the information they need to make an informed decision. And why not direct money to programs that help them do that, instead of programs that force them to only have a portion of the knowledge they need to make informed decisions.
POLT Oil: 63.47 (-.42); Gas: 2.78 (+.01)
You know, you Republicans insist that government is depraved for not legislating against what we can see on the newsstands or what we can see in an art exhibit or what we can burn in protest or which sex we're allowed to have sex with or a woman's right to choose. But don't you dare try to regulate this deadly weapon I have concealed on me for that would encroach against my freedom. - Sam Seaborn, The West Wing
A kiss is just a kiss (Part 74)....
Frenching Fridays
POLT
"What you don't understand is inside me is a thin person screaming to get out!" "Just the one, dear?" - Mother, Absolutely Fabulous
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