I pull into my driveway, while the day is slowly dying...

Man, am I one tired puppy (yeah, I know how repetative that statement's been lately). Had the final walk through for the apartment, everything went well. She said they'll get my security deposit back within a month, so that's a nice $350 unexpected stipend. Then mom and went to Hagerstown for supper and some MORE shopping for the house.

I think a cold is coming on and I am very tired and fatigued. I think it may have something to do with the fact that for such a long time I've been at such a high level of almost constant stress, that now that the move's all over and everything's done (except for unpacking) that I'm just crashing.

Hopefully, soon I'll be caught up on rest and relaxation and then you guys won't have to constantly hear me whine about how tired I am.

Oh, and I did manage to grab a photo of Miss Cleo in the driveway.


POLT Listening to "Countdown With Keith Olbermann"

This is an imaginary story - but aren't they all? - Alan Moore

An utterance, information, dom't mince words (Part

TMI Tuesdays

1. Have you used put anything edible on (or in) your partner's body and then eaten it? Freddie put on edible undies once, but they looked so stupid and we laughed so hard, we couldn't even have sex. Nor did we eat them, we just laughed about them.
2. Have you ever had an AIDS test due to reasonable suspicion or hyperactive imagination? I get tested every year because as a gay man, it's the responsible thing to do. And each and everytime, before I hear the results, my imagination going into overdrive. Luckily, so far though, that's all it's ever been, my imagination. Always been negative.
3. Have you ever fantasized about someone else other than your partner while you were engaged in sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? Oh lord, all the time. I mean, who doesnt?
4. Have you ever engaged in sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation while in a moving car? A car being driven by someone not engaged in the sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? I got head while driving once, made staying on the road a challenge. In high school, a girl and I were in each other's pants while another friend drove us all back from the mall. It was only about a 20 minute trip, luckily we were both young and didn't need a lot of time.
5. Have you ever had sex so many times or for so long that one or both people involved runs dry? After I was sick with the flu for several days I had a lot of...stress pent up. So when I felt better, I took care of it...several times, leading to dry runs the last time or two.
Bonus (as in optional): Name 5 things an unplanned (or planned) visitor would find in your bedroom? A king sized bed, a new rug, a DVD/VCR player, some comic books, and if it's night time, me.

POLT

She's my calendar girl...

There was mention on another blog of this year's Puntabulous calendar, and the mention by two people that they were sad they didn't have one.

While I was packing things up I discovered two extra Puntabulous calendars. When I ordered them, I got a deal ten for some crazily low price. But I only had 8 people who wanted one.

SO, even though there's only three months left in the year, if anyone wants a 2009 Puntabulous calendar, just leave me a comment here and tell me so.

POLT

Mama I'm coming home...

Yeah, I'm still here....just had an busy day.

Even though I had off work, I still got up at 7:00 so I could get to my workplace to get the free flu shot they were giving. Then mom and I went to Denny's to eat. Then we did a bit of shopping for things at the house. We then came back here and waited for Ghostie to come by. When he got here, the three of us went to the apartment. We took all the trash left in the apartment over to mom's to put out for the garbage man tomorrow. (This included a large black beast of an entertainment center that I had up there for over a decade, at least a dozen bags of trash, a small table, three carpets [and as a further aside, we put this out about noon, at 4:30, the table and the rugs were gone!]) Then we loaded up the pickup with things for the future yard sale and got them to mom's basement. Ghostie returned home, mom and I had some lunch, and then returned to the apartment to finish up the cleaning.

I took a final walk through the empty apartment, my footfalls echoing around me. Mom wasn't there yet, but I wasn't alone: I was surrounded by memories. Twelve years of memories. Countless friends, numerous lovers and laisons, more laughs than I could count and not a few tears as well. Depressions, hangovers, Christmases, pasta suppers, porn, Toronto memorabilia, seven pairs of glasses, four computers, three air conditioners, and so on.

After this, and after mom and I finished cleaning everything, we came down to the house, unloaded some kitchen and bathrooms stuff, and then hung out here for a bit and talked. After driving to Hagerstown in the morning (a half hour south) we drove to Chambersburg (a half hour north) in the evening. We did more shopping, and ate and then returned back to home.

And now I'm sitting here typing this.

The final walkthrough in the apartment is tomorrow afternoon, and after that, I'm done with that building entirely. Nothing to do after that but just unpack what I've got here already...ugh.

POLT listening to some TV show on cable

Still haven't found the list of quotes

Posting from the house not the apartment. The move went well. Movers were to be there at 8:00, they showed up at 7:30 and got done at 10:30. Cable guy was to show up between 11 and 1:30, but he showed up at 10:30, literally as soon as the movers drove away. Had everything done by noon. Corey came by and helped moved whatever remained down to the house. I still have tons of boxes to unload and pack away. I've got tv to watch the game tonight, internet to get my email, and a bed to sleep in tonight, so that's all I really need for this evening. Still have stuff at the apartment that we're going to move to mom's for a yard sale, and I've still got stuff in the apartment that I'm going to put out to the trash tomorrow. But other than that stuff...it's done.

And now that I've done this, and taken two Advil, I'm sitting down to the first time since 7:15 am this morning and resting.

POLT Listening to nothing

Haven't located my list of quotes yet, so I got nothing for here right now

And remember a good move is your big move...

As you may have read previously, tomorrow morning is 'The Big Move'. I've got the cable guy coming as well to hook up the TVs and the Internet. In fact, tonight as soon as I post this, I'm turning off an unplugging the modem, router, computer, cable, etc. Assuming all goes as planned, I should post sometime tomorrow. If, however, there's a problem (not that there every could be with a cable company, eh?), you might not hear from me for a few days...or however long it takes to fix.

So, I hope I see you all tomorrow afternoon or night. And I'm hope I'm not as achey as I am right now (lots of cleaning and packing and then two pickup truckloads and one car load moved).

POLT Listening to Sunday Night Football

There's only one person who hugs the mothers and the widows, the wives and the kids upon the death of their loved one. Other hug, but having committed the troops, I've got an additional responsiblity to hug and that's me and I know what it's like. - George W. Bush

Let's get unconscious, honey (Part 176)...

Unconscious Muttering

These come each week from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/

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

What pleases you? :: Friends
Whatever :: Indeed
Chime :: Doorbell
Pleading :: Begging
Simulate :: Copy
Flashing :: Police Car
Directional :: Compass
Pink :: Purple
Access :: Hollywood
Ugly :: Duckling

POLT Listening to the hum of my laptop

There is no reason why all pistols should not be barred to everyone except the police. - Supreme Court Justice Doulgas, Adams v. Williams 1972

Anxious, the hour's getting late, the night is almost over...

Oh. My. God! I am beat! Beat like a bad dog. Got up at 8:30ish, fooled around for an hour and a half and then started packing. Did so for an hour and a half, showered, did some laundry. Spent time at both my house and my apartment. I made at least a dozen trips up and down two flights of stairs here at the apartment, several trips to the second floor of the house, and at least three to the attic at the house. After all this, mom, who was working hard as well, took me out to Applebees for supper. Then we did a big of shopping (light bulbs, rugs, duct tape, etc), but both of us were quite tired, so we didn't do it for long.

My right calf feels like it's gonna cramp up any minute, by right knee was aching a bit the last trip up the stairs. My lower back hurts.

And the best part of it all? Tomorrow, I get to do exactly the same thing! At least tomorrow, Corey will be over and helping. And since he's 20, and works out (and I'm 41 and don't), he can usually carry twice what I can. So that's less trips.

All I've got to pack up here yet is a few things in the kitchen, some computer stuff, some stuff on my coffee table, a few shirts and the bathroom. I'm sure we'll get it all packed up tomorrow.

The end is in sight...finally. Now, time to lay on the couch, watch something mindless on TV and then fall asleep.

POLT Listening to the silence in my apartment

That summer, I met Wendy. If I wasn't queer, we'd have probably ended up having sloppy teenage sex, gettin' pregnant, and just contributin' more fucked up people to the world. But instead, she was my soulmate. - Neil, Mysterious Skin

There's one more move to make, one more...

As has been the case lately, this post will be all about the house and stuff, so if you're bored by the previous ones, skip over this one. I've given you fair warning.

This morning, as planned, my buddy from work Ryan, showed up with his pickup. We made three trips down to the house, taking several sets of shelves, countless boxes, and other sundries. We couldn't get things someplaces upstairs, cause the guy was there fixing the broken stair to the attic. I'm damn glad he got that replaced before the big move Monday, cause I'm not sure how the movers would have gotten everything, or in fact, anything up there otherwise. And there's LOTS of stuff I'm putting in the bedroom in the attic. Mainly comic book boxes filled with comic books I no longer collect. Ghostie boxed up all the comic titles I currently get on Tuesday and Wednesday of this week, using four or five boxes to hold them. The current ones will be kept in the library (also known as the middle bedroom without a bed).

At ANY rate, mom was down there as well finishing up cleaning the kitchen. The only thing she has to do yet is to wash the floor, but she said she'll probably wait until after the movers are done. But she left while we were in the middle of unloading the second truck load. The electrician stopped by and checked out what she needed to do to put the ceiling fans in. She'll call next week and tell us when she can come back and do them.

After we were done, Ryan and I went to Mom's where she had prepared ham, sweet potatos and green beans. I gave Ryan a tour of mom's house, and we played with Angel until the food was ready. It was of course delicious.

Ryan drove me down to the house, where I underloaded one other thing, then he left. I then walked over to the Post Office, a trip of some 20 minutes, to drop of the change of address thing, and my initial survey for the Neilson Ratings (sweet!). I returned to the apartment and hung out here only about a half hour before mom came over.

As planned, she was carrying three large plastic Rubbermaid tubs. She proceeded to clean out my pantry, either packing things in the tubs, or throwing things out (she had three garbage bags full of stuff to throw away), we got those down to the car, she took them to the house and unloaded them, and then came back and got three more tubs of stuff.

While she did all this, I went around and pulled all the nails out of the walls that used to hold photos. And man, I had no IDEA I had so many photos up! And then I packed up a bunch of boxes, or threw stuff out.

When she walked into my apartment, she dropped the tubs, first complaining about the walk up two flights of stairs ("I just now remembered why I never came to visit you very much. >huff, puff<"), but when she saw the living room she said, "You are NEVER gonna be ready by Monday." Granted, the living room was a bit...messy still, but that's cause I've been working getting most of the other rooms packed up and such. I've got tonight yet, all day tomorrow, and the vast majority of Sunday yet to get things packed up, so I know I'll have it all done (even though I am a bit concerned about the bathroom, which I haven't even touched yet).

At any rate, this is my break time now. Soon, I'll go get something to eat and then watch a bit of TV and pay some bills before going back to the packing stuff up. I'm not to the finish line yet, but I can definitely at least see it in the distance now.

POLT Listening to "Lips Like Sugar" by Echo & The Bunnymen

Stress is what happens to you as your brain fights your body's natural instincts to beat the ever-lovin'-shit out of unworthy recipients of your white-hot holy rage.

Let me pray to keep you from, the perils that will surely come...

Had a pleasant surprise today. I took off work early to come home and do some packing (which was quite pleasant, but not the surprise) and it wasn't long until I got a call from A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking. Seems the missus had taken the kids and gone somewhere, so he was in swinger bachelor mode, so what did he do? Called me, said he could stop by, we could move some boxes, and then get something to eat. And as if I'm gonna turn that down. So that's what happened. Not only did I get a little bit of stuff moved, but I had good food and better conversation.

Also, we had our first injury at the new house. This afternoon, mom was cleaning out the kitchen cupboards, and there was a shard of glass in there that she didn't know about and when she pulled her hand back, it slit her wrists. Which is bad, but of course, when she called me, all she said was, "Polt, I'm down at the house, and I've slit my wrist."

!!!!!!!

And I'm like, "WHAT????" And then, ONLY then, does she tell the full story. And I asked if she was okay, and she said, "Yeah, I just put a bandaid on it and kept going." So while she did in fact slit her wrist, it appears it's not life threatening. *SIGH*

Yesterday, the guy came to look at putting in the driveway. I have an off street parking area, but it's right behind the house, and turning into it is an almost 90 degree angle kind of thing, and there's a wall with a fence directly opposite the parking area. In my mom's car (a Jetta), I have no problem, but in my larger car (a Chyrsler Concorde) its a bit of a task. And so I decided I'd just have a driveway put in in my yard. My yard is adjacent to the alley, and just wide enough to pull a car into. And there's no wall or fence across the alley there.

So he came yesterday, looked at it, gave us the quote, then asked when we wanted it done. Mom said tomorrow, and we laughed. But he said he could do it tomorrow (today). He said business is REALLY slow and he's doing day to day work anyway, and he has an opening tomorrow. So, today, he came and did it.

He made it much wider than I had showed him to. I could probably get two small cars in there side by side. As it is, I can pull in diagonally and park in it that way. So it's okay he made it larger. Also, that means there's that much less grass that I have to worry about, since I'm allergic to grass and cannot mow it myself.

And then tomorrow, the electrician's coming to look at putting up the ceiling fans and some other stuff. And we have a guy coming to fix an attic stair that broke and do a few other small things. So assuming all this happens as planned, all I have to wait on is the guy to come and put the replacement windows in the three windows I want them in, and then everything will be done as I want it to be. At least for now. Well, no, that's not true, there's a large tree in the backyard I was taken down, and we're just waiting for that guy to call back about it. But other than that, once the 'big move' is over Monday, I should be all set to go.

Until something else happens. Oh, the uncertainty and perils of home ownership. (and yeah, I know already established homeowners, I ain't seen nothing yet!)

POLT Listening to "Can't Get There From Here" By R.E.M.

Some boys don't just come out of the closet, they explode! - Debbie, Queer As Folk

Puppies are cuddly, puppies are cute...

Things have been heavy on the house and stress and such on the Palace lately. So, to take a break, I give you the following: an adorable puppy making cute sounds with some German people off cam.



One can never have too much cute-puppy-ness.

POLT Listening to Countdown With Keith Olbermann

Senator, I knew Jack Kennedy. I worked with Jack Kennedy. Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine. Senator, you are no Jack Kennedy. - Lloyd Bentsen to Dan Quayle, VP debates 1988

I gotta keep on moving, lord, i gotta get on...

So, as you MAY have read somewhere, I’m rather stressed about the upcoming move from my apartment to my house. The one upside I’ve found to all the stress is that in the last two, two and a half weeks, I’ve lost 9 pounds. Not the way to go about losing it, definitely, but still, 9 pounds gone is still 9 pounds gone. I was noticing over the weekend when I moving stuff around and all that I had to keep hiking my pants up, like they weren’t fitting anymore. So yesterday, when I got to work, I weighed myself, and to my amazement, I was 9 pounds lighter. While I’d love to keep losing the weight, I really would rather lose the stress, ya know?

Monday, I met the neighbor who lives on one side of me, and she seems like a nice lady. I’ve already met the people I share the house with (I’ve got half a house, they have the other), and they all seem decent, especially the mother. She’s from South Carolina and has this slight Southern drawl to her speech, makes me smile everytime I hear it. A good friend of mine, Donna, is from South Carolina, and is in fact living there now again, and my neighbor’s way of talking sounds exactly like Donna. But the lady I met on Monday, we had a ten minute conversation literally over the fence in her yard. Again, she seemed really nice and pleasant.

We’ve (and when I say we, I mean mainly Mama Polt who’s been spending nearly every day while I’m at work down there at my house doing something) got the house cleaned up, and some stuff moved it. It looks nice.

I’m still stressed about getting everything packed up and moved down there and then unpacked. And I’m a bit stressed about the changes I’ll have to make, I mean, I’ve lived in the apartment for 12 years and have grown quite used to doing things a certain way, which I’ll no longer be able to do. I mean, it’s minor stuff, like instead of walking 5 feet from my bed to the toilet, I’ll now have to walk down a hallway, and instead of being able to have the balcony door open for a breeze to blow in, I’ll have ceiling fans, and that kind of stuff. It’s just something I’ll have to get used to.

But this time next week, the move will all be over, and hopefully, the majority of the stress and worry will be as well. I just keep trying to tell myself, by Christmas, next summer, this time next year, all that stress will be a thing of the past.

POLT Listening to "Hippychick" by Soho

Redefining the role of the United States from enablers to keep the peace to enablers who keep the peace from peacekeepers is going to be an assignment. - George W. Bush

An utterace, information, don't mince words (Part 154)...

TMI Tuesdays

1. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be? Celine Dion. I can find absolutely nothing redeeming about her or her music.
2. You seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy crap, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it? Pay off some debts. Yeah, I know how to party.
3. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there? I'm going to the height of the Roman Empire and I'm gonna party like its 99AD.
4. What is your favorite curse word? Oh I drop the F-bomb a lot more often than I should.
5. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice? Orlando Bloom...but only if he wears the long blonde Legolas wig. Otherwise, I'll take Taye Diggs.
Bonus (as in optional):You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be? Oooo, telepathy, no doubt. Love to know what other people are thinking!

POLT

Long gone but not forgotten, i might be lost...

Packing up some stuff over the weekend, I found a large shoebox containing two t shirts, two caps, and two pairs of underwear. And they didn't fit me, and I couldn't recall whose they were. I thought they might have belonged to a friend Charles who lived with me for about two weeks 5 years ago, but i wasn't sure, cause I never knew Charles to wear caps.

So after a bit more packing, it occured to me who they belonged to: AJ. He had apparently left them here at one point, he did stay with me a few days at one point. I don't remember him leaving them here, but that must be what happened. At any rate, I put the box on a small pile of clothes to give to Goodwill.

But last night, I took them off that pile. I'll be taking them to the new house with me. Since AJ shot himself in February, I just can't really bring myself to give them up. I know AJ would have been so excited about me buying a house, and I know even though I've only owned the house for less than a month, that he would have already been there two or three times. I can see him walking around the house, laughing, telling stupid jokes and ragging on me about something.

So, I'm taking his clothes (along with a lighter he left here too) to the house with me. It's kind of my way of getting AJ to the house. I don't know how long I'll keep them, I imagine at some point I'll give them up to charity. But for now, it's just too soon. And AJ would have loved being in the house, so this is the best I can do.

POLT Listening to "Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" by U2

Popular boys are like TV stars: you don't have to know them to have opinions about them. - Robin, The World Of Normal Boys

You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 217)...

MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS

POLT Listening to "Girlfriend In A Coma" by The Smiths

An orgasm once missed is gone forever. - A Merry Way

The beat get bumping like adolescent acne...

I have a zit.

On my lower lip, on the left corner of my mouth. WTF??? I'm 41 years old. At this age, I expect back aches, finger joint pain, having to take afternoon naps, and having plenty of aspirin, Ben-Gay, and sleep aids in my medicine cabinet. What I do NOT expect is acne!

I never suffered much from acne as a teenager. I'd occasionally get a zit on my forehead or chin or where have you. But then, I'd pop it, it'd go away, and I'd be clean for several months or so until I got another one. So I suppose I shouldn't really complain about a lone zit popping up once every decade or so.

But damn, seriously, in my 40's shouldn't I be more in need of viagra than Oxy-Clean?

POLT Listening to The Cowboys - Giants football game

Ohmigod, are you sure you're not a homosexual, look how organized this is! - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy

A couple gazes at the wedding rings, there on display...

Last night, I went to the wedding of two of my co-workers. It was a lot of fun. Both of them have been married before, so the wedding was very laid back. It was held in the backyard of another coworker. The groom wore a brown suit, the bride a green dress. Everyone was told to NOT dress up, just come casual which we did. The food was really good, the socializing with some ex-co-workers was evern better.

I don't really do a lot with the people I work with outside of work, there's only a handful of them I've done anything else with. But here, there were, of course, numerous co-workers. And it was nice to socialize with them as well.

It was one of the best weddings I've ever been to simply because it was not in any way pretentious and a very relaxed atmosphere, unlike a lot of the formality and stiffness involved in some weddings I've been to.

And I really do hope they make a successful go of it. They're both great people and they both deserve it.

POLT Listening to NFL Football Night In America

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hell. - Brian, Queer As Folk

Let's get unconscious honey (Part 175)...

Unconscious Mutterings

These come each week from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/

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

Disconnect :: Cable
Contribute :: Donation
Dismay :: Upset
Constant :: Time
Nails :: Bite
Vibrate :: Sound
Therapy :: Group
Stupid :: The Public
Poo :: Messy
Commune :: Yoga

POLT Listening to NFL Football Night In America

No dating for Batman. Cuts into the brooding time. - Wonder Woman, Justice League Unlimited

Haiku

Photos and pictures

Taken down. It all seems so

Barren and empty

POLT listening to "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd

My man say, "Why don't you tell me when you're having an orgasm?" I say, "Cause you ain't never around!" - Milly Love

I got caught, i got caught in a bag, in a bag...

I LOVE me some Auntie Barbara!



"It's so good you'll want to suck the bag!"

...oh, if I had a nickel for everytime I heard that....

POLT Listening to "Changes" by David Bowie

Mr. Bush seems to be under the erroneous belief that whatever office the American people elected him to, God has appointed him president of the world. He should spread that notion on his wife's flowerbed back home. - Charley Reese, April 12, 2005

Watch the world as it flocks, to life's paradox...

A chart, to explain it all.


How true, how true.

POLT Listening to "One" by U2

Man, I'll break you faster than a marriage vow on Jerry Springer! - Bucky, Get Fuzzy

Night fades into day?, once more with feeling...

Once more this week, I am exhausted. A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking and Ghostie came over this evening. We moved a large bookshelf, two medium bookshelves, 10 boxes of books, and from my mother's house to my new house a reclining loveseat and my dad's mother's dining room table. The last being a large, claw footed, wooden thing. Best part about it is, it's got my dad's initals carved into it. When he was in school doing homework at the table, he was bored once and used a pencil to carve his initials in it. They sanded it off and refinished it, but you can still kinda see them.

At any rate, after all that, I am very tired again. And plus, I didn't go to sleep until late last night again. So I really am worn out. I might even go to bed here before too much longer and get some sleep. Tomorrow night, Michelle's coming over at 4:30 and we're gonna pack shit up until...well, I guess untill we get tired of doing so. We should be able to make quite a dent in the packing.

The house now looks a bit more homey (not homo, homey) with a table in the dining room and a place to sit in the living room. And the apartment's growing a bit deserted looking...or at least much much less cluttered!

It still seems daunting to think that in two week's time, I will be totally out of this apartment that's been my home for 12 years, and living in my own house. But for now, I need some rest....just as soon as my raspberries come in on Farmville....

POLT Listening to "Yellow Ledbetter" by Pearl Jam

Life's not worth a damn till you can say, "I am what I am!"

Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 179)...

Once more, it's time for...


Well, kids, I totally forgot about HNT this week, once again. I'm moving so I'm just gonna blame this on that. But I did remember kinda late about it, so I just snapped a quick photo. It ain't much, only my feet, but I'm at a ballet rest (or my poor interpretation thereof).


To see what others put up today, click HERE.

POLT Listening to "Song 2" by Blur

Like segregation and other major social issues, perpetuated by ignorance, we make the most progress on gay rights simply by the passage of generations. - Lawn Griffiths

Every day, farming the land 'cause that's the only way...

Is it wrong that, every time I leave a computer, as soon as I get back to it, the first thing I check is Farmville on Facebook so I can see what crops are ready for harvesting? Or is it just a sign I have no life?

POLT Listening to Hardball With Chris Matthews

The last chicken leg. Here, you're the chicken hawk. - Mike, Queer As Folk

Take a day off and rest yourself...

I am beat, like a bad dog. My arms are burning, my legs are burning, and my lower back is sore. On Sunday mom and I went through the things in my basement storage. Today, we had to put the stuff I didn't want out to the trash. We had to carry it to the back of the basement, through the cold cellar, up a steep flight of stairs and out to the back yard. Then we had to carry it around the side of the house, down a flight of stairs to the sidewalk.

I had several boxes of old National Geographics. Let me tell you, those magazines are freaking heavy when piled together! I also had to lug a trash can full of crap, which was quite heavy in and of itself. And while hefty it up the stairs, I brought my head up too soon and smacked it squarely on the brickwork above. Yeah, that was pleasant.

After all the moving yesterday, and then this trash stuff, I'm pretty well, as they say, knackered.

In addition, last night, I could NOT get to sleep. I wasn't stressing over bad stuff like I was last week, no, I just couldn't get my mind to slow down. I laid in bed, thinking about where I was going to put this piece of furniture or that bookshelf. I couldn't stop. I tried thinking about other things, and nothing at all. Didn't help. I got up, got online for a about ten minutes, still didn't help. I laid in bed, reading a bit...didn't help.

Finally, at a bit before 3:30, I called into work and left messages that i wouldn't be in. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to get up at 7:00 to get to work on time. Soon after that, I did get tired enough to fall asleep. But, somehow, I was awake at 8:00. *SIGH* I called Mom to let her know, and she said she was going shopping for some things for the house, did I want to go along?

So, after she made us breakfast, we left about 9:45. We didn't back until 3:30! We went to Hagerstown (half hour south), got a door, two ceiling fans, some blinds, accesories, and looked at rugs. We dropped the stuff off at my house, then drove to Chambersburg (half hour north) and got two more ceiling fans as well as ate lunch.

And I've not yet went back to sleep, although I am quite tired. I don't expect to have any problem going to sleep tonight. Quite a busy day.

POLT Listening to "Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares"

It's been five days since you tackled me, I still have the rugburns on both my knees. - The Barenaked Ladies

An utterance, information, don't mind words (Part 153)...

TMI Tuesdays

1. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the without anything steamy happening? (Opposite sex for breeders, same sex for homosexuals). I've had a few guys, both gay and straight, sleep in the same bed with me and nothing happened. It's not a big deal. You know you're both there to sleep, not to play, so nothing happens.
2. Have you eve streaked, flashed, or otherwise partially or totally exposed yourself in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of people? No. Never. Not that I'd be opposed to someone doing it TO me, but as for me doing it, nope.
3. Have you had dates with multiple people in the same weekend (or consecutive nights or the same night) while not all of your dates were aware of your actions? I don't really do much dating, no. But I have had multiple sex partners on consecutive nights, does that count?
4. What is the most "romantic" you have ever gotten in a movie theater? If by romantic, you mean romantic, then I've held hands and kissed occasionally. If you meant something more, then there's been some oral ministrations in theaters.
5. Have you ever had sex when you knew a non-participating adult was watching? Yep. More than once, actually.
Bonus (as in optional): If you could say anything you wanted anonymously to anyone, without identifying that person, what would you say? Leave. You're time here is done, you've been here long enough, just go. It will be better for everyone else.

POLT Listening to "Purple Haze" by Jimi Hendrix

"It's some kinda Hee-Haw chic." "Without the chic." - Thom, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy

And if i remember, yeah if i do remember rightly...

I had thought Glennie Beck's 9/12 march thingee this past weekend was to rekindle the feelings and motivations and such we had the day after 9/11. Without even mentioning that there were 70,000 people there even though Faux News was claiming 2 million, I have a question.

On 9/12/01, did we have people carrying signs declaring their desire to carry guns around the president? Did we have signs throwing racial epithets towards the president? Did we have people carrying signs depicting the president as Hitler? Are these kinds of actions truly representative of the emotions, thoughts and feelings that everyone felt the day after 9/11?

pI remember the fall of 2001, and at that point of time, if anyone dared question anything the President was thinking of doing, they were called unAmerican, the Dixie Chicks being not the least of the examples. But now, it's perfectly ok, in the spirit of 3,000 American killed in the worst terrorist attack on US soil, to call the president everything and anything one can think of.

Welcome to the USA in 2009.

POLT Listening to Monday Night Football

It's better to be in Toronta than someplace you don't wanna. - Groucho Marx

Lord, i gotta keep on moving, lord...

I. Am. Exhausted.

This evening, Corey and I moved a 6 foot bookshelf, 3 five foot shelves, 1 four foot shelf, and a smaller shelf, as well as 8 boxes of books and two tubs of action figures down two flights of stairs, into a truck, drove it to my house and lugged them all back up another flight of stairs, along with 5 other boxes that I already had moved down there.

*SIGH*

I'm glad Corey's such a big strapping young man. He could almost carry two boxes to every one I carried. ANd in addition, we got to talk comic books and a bit of politics. Plus, he finally got to see the house. And somehow we managed to do it all in about an hour and a half. My favorite quote of many he made today? "I wish I had a comic book room." Doesn't everyone, my friend, doesn't everyone?

Best part is, he's probably gonna help me move next weekend when I'm doing the 'big move'. and in the two weeks until then, I might call him for help, or he might call me to offer help. It's great to have friends willing to help you move, and that are great movers as well.

POLT Listening to "Monday Night Football"

It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's just how good you looked. - David Lee Roth

You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 216)...

MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS

POLT Listening to "Hung Up" by Madonna

In college I experimented with heterosexuality. I slept with a straight guy. I was really drunk. - Bob Smith

Weed drink and pack heat, requirements for survival...

On Sundays in the autumn, all I really require are three things:

1) The Dallas Cowboys to win,
2) The Washington Redskins to lose, and
3) my pick in the Winner's Pool to win.

I'm in a pool at work, wherein you pay ten bucks and then each week you pick a football team to win. If they win, you pick next week, if they lose, you're out. And each week, you cannot pick a team you chose already. And whoever is last, wins the money everyone contributed. One year, I split with another person instead of having us keep guessing, and I won 200 and some dollars.

So, anyway, week one of the football season went quite well as all three my requirements came through.

On a different subject, mom and I got the storage area in the basement cleared out, sorta of. There were five things I took down to the house, three things we took to her house for the yard sale, and lots of other stuff we're gonna throw away. There is an old stereo, there's boxes of old National Geographics, boxes of other stuff I'm not keeping. And there was some mold down there too on some of the boxes. Those boxes disolved..it was alll pretty icky. We took some of the junk to her house for her to put out on her trash day, and we left some here for me to put out to trash day. But at least that chore is done now.

And on a different subject, my sore throat has abated, although my head's still stuffy, but that's probably from all the dust I've been stirring up. But whatcha gonna do?

POLT Watching "Dr. Who, Planet Of The Dead"

If you are coming in here with another briefing book, I will stangle you with my bare hands, and enjoy it. - CJ Cregg, The West Wing

Let's get unconscious honey (Part 174)...

Unconscious Mutterings

These come each week from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/

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

Omelette :: Eggs
Classic :: Rock
Thrifty :: Cheap
Search :: Look
Fan :: Wave
Fussy :: Picky
I am not :: Satisfied
Indulge :: Ice Cream
Poor :: Hovel
Manicure :: Fingernails

POLT Listening to the silence in my apartment

If I had known how many guys you could fuck at straight functions, I'd have started going years ago! - Emmett, Queer As Folk

Oh Danny boy...

And now folks, we proudly present, some Muppetainment.



Who knew Beaker was so talented?

POLT Listening to the video again

"I'm waiting for the right girl." "Yeah, one with a penis." - Bi-Polar Bear, Queer Duck

We're only making plans for nigel...

Work pretty much sucked smelly, slimy donkey balls. It truly was a bad day, overly busy with way too much to do. I seriously had to bust my hump. And all during the day, I was stressed over house issues, which I'm really sick of doing.

Tonight, I'm doing much better, especially with the stress thing. I'm still basking in the advice and support of Virginia from last night. And now, I've got a plan. Tomorrow, Mom and I are gonna clean out my storage area in the basement here in the apartment building. And we'll also clean up a room in the house. Monday, after he gets off work, Corey's coming by (since he couldn't make it this evening), and we'll get some shelves and boxes moved down. Thursday at 5:00, Ghostie, A Local Celebrity Mr. David ParisPeking, Mama Polt and I will be moving some items down to the house. A table, a love seat, some rugs, that she's giving me, and which the movers won't move cause it's at her house and not my apartment.

At any rate, NOW I have a plan. And most of the rooms are clean and prepared for furniture and stuff, so that's a plus. I feel like things are progressing now, which before, it just continually felt like I was just sitting there spinning my wheels and stuff. This feeling is much better.

I will be SO happy when the move is finally over and I don't have that stress anymore.

POLT Listening to "The Rules Of Attraction Soundtrack"

I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep on the soil of a friend. - George W. Bush

friends, you gotta have friends...

It's amazing what friends can do.

Tonight, the awesome Goddess V, Virginia, came by. I showed her the house, we went to eat (which she totally paid for, cause she said it was her turn), did a bit of shopping for the house, then came back to the apartment and helped me pack up books and clean some shelves. And the one thing she did best of all was listen to me whine about my stresses and was supportive and helped me rationalize my way through it. It doesn't mean the stress, or the stressors actually, are gone, it just means I'm dealing with them a bit better now. I mean, she's a helluva packer and cleaner, don't get me wrong. But what I needed most was what she gave me emotionally and spiritually.

And I guess that's the true measure of a true friend.

I know it's not enough, but thank you, Virginia. You've done more than you know.

POLT Listening to "Freak On A Leash" by Korn

I'm a bluestater, baby! - Jon Stewart

Catching up...

Got some catching up to do....
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Unconscious Mutterings (Part 173)...

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

Abusive :: Husband
Psychotic :: Killer
Parents :: Grownups
Yell :: Scream
Amulet :: Magic
Sandstorm :: Desert
Amusement :: Park
Imitation :: Flattery
Baby :: Bottle
Rainbows :: Pride parade

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MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS (Part 215...)



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TMI Tuesdays Part (152..)

1) If you were to only live until the age of 50, how would you live your life differently? Since I'd only have 9 years left, I'd quit this stifling job, try to resell the house, move to Toronto and just live it up until I ran outta money. Then I'd go on public support and wait to die.
2) Are you settling in your job/career? I've settled. And even though I called it stifling above, I do enojoy it. Oh, it's frustrating at times, but by and large, I like what I do.
3) Are you settling with your significant other? How about "Would I settle FOR a significant other?" I don't have a significant other, and I'm not sure I want one, but if I had one, I'd hope to not be settle with him.
4) How important is your family? Very, especially Mama Polt. Even though I know it will happen eventually, I can not conceive of my life without her. Plus, I'm pretty close to my 6 first cousins, seeing most of them several times a year even though none of them live within a 45 minute drive of here.
5) If you caught a neighbor peeping in at you while you were naked or having sex, would you close the blinds? (assuming you live in a city and can see into other buildings). I'm not sure I'd have to, cause seeing me naked or having sex would probably burn the peeping tom's retinas right out of his head. I would hope I'd pull the blinds BEFORE doing either of those things, but if I found someone doing it, yeah, I'd shut the blinds then.

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And once more, it's time for...

(Part 178...)

After a hard day at work, wearing casual clothes, work socks and shoes, I come home and get into something comfortable (or nothing at all), and I frequently notice that I have this issue with my ankles:


The damn socks never fail to make an impression on my ankles. They make indentations into my skin and mash my leg hair down. None of this is too bad, except when it's warm, and I put shorts on, and have to go somewhere and I throw on my sandals right away, and then I'm outside running around in public with this stupid hyroglyphic thing on my legs. Yeah, that's a rockin' look.

POLT Listening to "Fake It" by Seether

I was a pathological liar so I know that everything I say is the truth. - Jerri Blank, Strangers With Candy

One step forward and it's back you go...

I'm seeing these ads for Jay Leno's new 'prime time' comedy show.


Who exactly finds this guy funny? Anyone? Tedious, self-important, pompous, overpaid, sure! But funny? I can't be the only one who doesn't understand why this show is happening. If he wanted to stay on TV, stay on the Tonight Show. Or better yet, be as classy as Johnny Carson and when you retire, STAY retired.

A promo said of the show, "It's going to ROCK TV's world." A promo said of Jay himself "He's been called 'The Future Of Televion'". Yeah, sure. Hyperbolic much?

Oh well, it's just another TV show I won't be watching.

POLT Listening to Thursday Night Football

I take it black, like my men. - Airplane

Ready to go, well, are you ready or not? hey...

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL?????


The season starts tonight. I'll be watching the game, but not totally interested, cause I'm rather ambivalent towards Tennessee, and I really don't like the Steelers. I'm a Cowboys fan (which you should already know, unless you're a first time reader), but I'll be watching the game anyway, cause football is awesome.

POLT Listening to Countdown With Keith Olbermann

I love vegetarians cause they have garlic breath and fart a lot. - Ted, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy

Unconscious relaxation, what a pleasant nightmare...

As I MAY have mentioned before, I've been a smidge stressed as of late. When I get stressed, I try to think of something relaxing, think of a pleasant thought to calm me. In other words, to go to my happy place. And when I need relaxation and stress relief, one thing pops into my head.

1970's TV sitcoms! Yeah baby!

Okay, now for the babies among us (I'm looking at you Sassy josh, Enrickyricardo, and perhaps even A Local Celebrity, Mr. David Parispeking), these shows probably mean nothing to you, and in fact, you may not have even heard of some of them. But people of a 'certain age', like myself, will remember these and perhaps, have fond memories of them.

So when I need to relax, and I need to think of 1970's TV sitcoms, what comes first to mind is...Rhoda. Ah, yes, Rhoda. Running through the streets in her wedding dress, her sister Brenda and mother Ida, her marriage to and divorce from Joe, Cartlon the doorman, her apartment...all of it.


I didn't see them during initial airing, or rather I might have and just don't remember them well, because I wasn't even ten years old yet. However, I fell in love with the show thanks to reruns. I watched every episode at least once. And somehow I can not get enough of it. I'm just glad that I don't have a mother like she did.

At any rate, I just love it and everytime I think of it, I just smile. And thusly, despite all the stress I'm having lately, I'm spending a lot of time in a NYC highrise, with a not-so-young Jewish woman, wearing a scarf on her head, and trying to get by in life. It's like she's a kindred spirit...except for being in NYC, and the highrise, and Jewish, and woman, and scarf on my head...other than that, exact twins.

POLT Listening to "I Want Candy" by Bow Wow Wow

I hope you catch crabs wherever you go Thursday night and spend Friday itcheing yourself silly. - Dale, dcgaysofourlives

Ya know, I never realized just how much stress was involved with moving. Some of the stress expected, some unexpected; some of the stress self induced, some just part of the process.

I'll be glad when it's all over.

POLT

I was lost and found, saw my world spin 'round, round...

Did some packing/cleaning of the apartment tonight. Still have a TON of stuff to do. To give you an idea of how bad it is, I give you the following example:

I found, underneath some books, bags, and old clothes, I found a bag of stuff from Toronto. I had a Toronto Maple Leafs Magnet, and socks with Canadian red maple leaves, as well a few pamphlets from up there. I also discovered a smaller bag inside with three packs of Air Max gum inside. This is a kind of gum that my friend Stephanie, who went with me to Toronto numerous times, loved. And I remember buying these for her, and sneaking them back home so I could give them to her for a Christmas present. However, I also found a flyer from a play we saw up there, Chicago, and dated the spring of 2003.

So, the gum was 6 years old. Obviously not gonna be chewing that any time soon...

I don't even recall buying the socks or the magnet. Apparently, this got buried under crap and just got lost there. And this is just one story....THIS is why I have so much crap to go through.

POLT Listening to "Clocks" by Coldplay

"I feel slack, I need to tighten up." "You got an 18 year old at home, what do you need to worry about?" - Ted, Queer As Folk

The navy man, who has to work the yard...

Spent an hour and a half in the new backyard with mom today. We mowed the grass (and when I say we, I mean she, cause I'm allerigc and can't mow grass), ripped out some weeds and other little plants I didn't want, andcut down two small trees, ripping parts off a third. I want as little stuff in the backyard as can be because, as I said, I can't do yardwork. But we did manage to cut the limbs to managable size, get everything into two trash cans and tied up into three piles of limbs and branches, and get the ready for the garbage man this week.

The floors aren't dont yet, but we can see what they've down so far in the living room and the dining room, and it looks 100% better. It's shiny and clean, and a deeper, darker color than before. I love hard wood floors.

Everything else is still kinda on hold until the floors get done, but by the end of the week, we should be able to resume moving things in and the cleaning.

I don't see how I'm gonna get all that done by the end of the month AND get all my shit here packed up and ready to go in that same amount of time, but I just keep telling myself, by this time next month, it'll all be done and then I won't have to worry about it anymore. That's not entirely comforting now, cause I still have to do all the packing, moving and unpacking, but it is nice to know it'll all be done sometime.

POLT Listening to "All Along The Watchtower" by Jimi Hendrix

I didn't hit you over the head and drag you up here to talk about interior design, my little poster boy. - Swift, The Authority #14

In a crowded room where the bookshelves help you...

Each night this week, I've taken two boxes each night down to the house and have been filling up the built in bookshelves. Sweet.

Tomorrow, we're having a guy come to sand the hard wood floors in three of the rooms, and having them redone. He'll start tomorrow, and put three coats down, which of course all have to dry. Which basically means we probably won't get back into the house until sometime Wednesday. Well, we can get into the kitchen, cause that floor won't be done, but that's about it. So that's gonna cut into the time i have to move things in/get the place cleaned up. But really it needs to be done, and the sooner the better, so we'll just have to lose that time. Just means we'll have to be busier once it's all done.

On the UPside, I've got a photo of the shelves with the books.


POLT Listening to "You Don't Care About Us" by Placebo

How do you have patience for people who say they love America but hate Americans? - Sydney, The American President

What they need is adult education, back to school...

I heard earlier today about President Obama's upcoming address to school students, and almost immediately after, I began to hear all the rending of clothes and wringing of hands from the wingnuts about how horrible and un-American it is that he's doing this, and how he's going to 'indoctrinate' our kids.

I have to wonder, indoctrinate them into what? Staying in school? Studying hard? Get educated? Oh God FORBID he ask them to do that. I mean, it's not as if another president...say, wingnut god Ronald Reagan or Bush the first, would ever have done something like this....except that both of them did. In fact, I was in school when Ronnie Raygun did it, and somehow, I wasn't indoctrinated into the Republican way of thinking by the Great Communicator.

Some wingnuts are actually suggesting that parents keep thier kids home from school that day. I suppose it make more sense for them to skip school instead of listening to a speech by the elected leader of their country. Yeah, that's a real good idea.

Of course, I'm not surprised the wingnuts are thumbing their nose at education. I mean, look at how many of them obviously didn't take school seriously, as shown by their lack of intelligence, and worse yet, are proud of it.

POLT Listening to "Feeling A Moment" Feeder

Head over heels, where should I go? Can't stop myself, out of control. Head over heels, no time to think, it's like the whole world's out of sync. - The Go-Go's, Head Over Heels

I'm gonna prove it to the world, i'm gonna prove it...

Saw this on Blind Prophecy, and had to repost it here. It DOES make one wonder, doesn't it?

I simply don’t believe that Glenn Beck raped and murdered a young girl in 1990*, and I’m shocked at the number of people who suspect he did. I recognize that no one can definitively prove that he did not rape and kill an underage woman in 1990, that is hardly proof that Glenn Beck did, in fact, sexually violate and viciously massacre an innocent female child.


Using my fancy law student (free) access to various legal databases, I’ve searched and found that if there were any court records from 1990 that proved Glenn Beck did or did not commit murder, manslaughter, or homicide in relation to a sexual assault involving a minor, they were likely sealed or possibly listed under an unknown legal alias. I’m sure that Beck’s legal team could clear up this whole nasty rumor by identifying and spreading the court documents (redacted to protect the identity of the dead underage rape victim, of course) which prove that Glenn Beck has never been convicted of this crime and any evidence suggesting that he is guilty does not rise to the requisite standard of proof beyond a reasonable doubt.

Nevertheless, I find it confounding that despite any clear and compelling proof that Glenn Beck had anything to do with raping and murdering a young girl in 1990 so many people are engaging in such wild conspiracy theory speculation. Just because you got an email suggesting that Fox News Host Glenn Beck raped and killed someone in 1990, or saw it referenced on a town hall poster, or some left-wing liberal media nutcase wants you to think Glenn Beck is responsible for the death and perverted violation of high school cheerleader to the tune of M.C. Hammer’s chart-topping “U Can’t Touch This”, that doesn’t mean you should believe it without solid and independently verified evidence. Perhaps factcheck.org could put out an alert letting people know there is no reason to believe that Glenn Beck raped and murdered anyone in 1990.

* On the off chance you didn’t get it, this is, of course, a parody of the sort of disinformation/innuendo/fear mongering that Beck uses to whip his base into a frenzy. I recognize that neither rape nor murder are joking matters (even if Beck disagrees), so I apologize if I have offended.

POLT Listening to "Like A Prayer" by Madonna

He loves the girls and he loves the boys. Going to make twenty dollars before the weekend's over. - Better Than Ezra, King Of New Orleans

Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 177)...

Once more, it's time for....


Well, kiddies, if you haven't been reading lately, you may not know, but Monday, I went to settlement on a house. yep, I'm now a home owner. I've spent the days since then cleaning, scrubbing, packing up some thing, unpacking others. But as I'm going to officially, totally move in until the end of the month, it hasn't really felt real to me yet.

But tonight, I did something that made it all real to me. See, here at the apartment, I just fill a garbage bag throughout the week and set it out on the curb. But now, I've got an actual garbage can. And tonight, before I returned here to the apartment, I put the garbage can out. MY garbage can, in front of MY house!


Yeah, it doesn't take much for me to make a celebration!

To see what others put up today, click HERE.

POLT Listening to "The Killing Moon" by Echo And The Bunnymen

GOP does not spell God.

Money don't grow on trees, I've got bills to pay...

A video of my brand new favorite song.



It sounded like the White Stripes to me at first, mainly cause I'd never heard of Cage The Elephant before. But now, I can't seem to hear them enough.

POLT Listening to "The Time Warp" from The Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack

Genitalia is God's way of accessorizing. - Debbie, Queer As Folk

An utterance, information, don't mince words (Part

TMI Tuesdays

1. If you could have monumental sex where would it be (i.e. on Lincoln's lap, the stairwell of the Statute of Liberty)? On every news anchor desk at the Fox Noise building…I’d just love to see how skeeved out all those whiney, homophbic wingnuts were when they discovered some HO-mosexuals fornicated on the place they’re elbows were resting.
2. Have you ever "played" with your food (i.e. a blowjob under booth #9 at Denny's, finger banging by candlelight at Spago)? I’ve done anything in a restaurant, although there has been fun with strawberries, chocolate, and crushed ice over the years.
3. Have you ever had sex in motion (i.e. the lavatory on Virgin Air, the back seat of your Chevy Suburban)? Receiving oral sex whilst driving on an Interstate in the DC suburbs counts, right?
4. Have you ever had sex worthy of a confessional (i.e. a stall in the church bathroom, on the desk in your boss's office)? I had sex with a girl (!!) I was dating in the office of the pizza place I delivered for.
5. Have you ever had sex under the stars (i.e. in the alley behind Scores Gentleman's Club, the roof of your South Beach condo)? The top floor of a parking garage, on a balcony of a guy’s apartment building in Toronto, and when I was much younger an alleyway off a parking lot behind an adult bookstore.
Bonus: What's your favorite place (of all places) to have sex (i.e. The Bunny Ranch, Las Vegas)? Anywhere in Toronto, because 1) all the guys are hot in Toronto and 2) that would mean I’m IN Toronto!

POLT