Just in case you've forgotten, here's a helpful reminder:
Man, you have just got to LOVE European sensibility. We all know that were a USA company to make an ad like this, it would feature a silicone-implanted, bubble-headed bleach blonde who's barely able to say the lines as they're read to her while she jiggling her extremeties all over the camera. Only from Europe would you get a hot guy undressing and sliding into a tub. Or maybe Canada.
And who even CARES that the UK switched back on October 25th, and not tonight? I mean, really, does that even matter?
POLT Listening to "Going Down" by The Stone Roses
It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. - Dream, Vertigo PReview #1
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Tonight, is taking their first steps, letting go...
Earlier this week, President Obama signed into law a bill that added gays and lesbians to federal hate crimes legislation. I heard about this and was quite pleased. I mean, it's really the first piece of gay rights legislation he's had his signature on. In addition, he lifted the HIV immigration ban. And I'm very glad both were done. Nice to see he's doing something for the gay community that supported him overwhelmingly.
But my next thought was, why wasn't there more coverage of this? I don't recall hearing it on the news, I only read about it because I get updates from The Advocate Online. And I was not surprised, but a bit disappointed nonetheless.
And then I thought, wait, why wasn't there more coverage of this? I mean, I don't recall hearing Rush Butterbaugh, or Screening Harpy Ingraham, or Glenny Beck foaming about the mouth over these things. Maybe I missed it, cause I don't listen to them slavishly, thank God, but you'd think they'd be a little more concerned about this, considering gays and those pesky rights they want are actually leading to the apocolypse.
Maybe they're all just too wound up in knots over someone who can't afford healthcare maybe getting some help for it from the government. I mean, one must have one's priorities, ya know?
At any rate, these are great first steps. Now, we just need to work on Dont Ask Dont Tell and DOMA and gay marriage rights nationwide.
POLT Listening to "Time Is Running Out" by Muse
In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. - Kathleen Norris
But my next thought was, why wasn't there more coverage of this? I don't recall hearing it on the news, I only read about it because I get updates from The Advocate Online. And I was not surprised, but a bit disappointed nonetheless.
And then I thought, wait, why wasn't there more coverage of this? I mean, I don't recall hearing Rush Butterbaugh, or Screening Harpy Ingraham, or Glenny Beck foaming about the mouth over these things. Maybe I missed it, cause I don't listen to them slavishly, thank God, but you'd think they'd be a little more concerned about this, considering gays and those pesky rights they want are actually leading to the apocolypse.
Maybe they're all just too wound up in knots over someone who can't afford healthcare maybe getting some help for it from the government. I mean, one must have one's priorities, ya know?
At any rate, these are great first steps. Now, we just need to work on Dont Ask Dont Tell and DOMA and gay marriage rights nationwide.
POLT Listening to "Time Is Running Out" by Muse
In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. - Kathleen Norris
Thursday, October 29, 2009
got that comin', my sweet, and even more tricks and treats...
So tonight is Trick Or Treat in my town. Yeah, on Thursday, when Halloween falls on Saturday, I know. But it's been this way since I was but a wee Polt myself, dressing up as ghosts and cowboys and whatnot, they always have Trick Or Treat the Thurday before Halloween. Which really sucks when Halloween falls on a Wednesday. Then, you've got all your candy already eaten before kids in normal towns even finish getting thier costumes together.
I don't hand out candy. Well I didn't in the apartment, cause I lived in an apartment, and on the third floor no less. But even so, I don't like handing it out, cause I'm always afraid I'm going to run out in the middle of a group of kids. Like 6 kids show up, but I've only got 4 pieces of candy left. How would I decide? Would I deny them all? How many pieces of candy left is enough for me to just pack it in before I have to worry about that? All that stress is extra stress I do NOT need in my life.
POLT Listening to "Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve
If you do a job bdaly enough, sometimes you don't get asked to do it again. - Calvin & Hobbes
I don't hand out candy. Well I didn't in the apartment, cause I lived in an apartment, and on the third floor no less. But even so, I don't like handing it out, cause I'm always afraid I'm going to run out in the middle of a group of kids. Like 6 kids show up, but I've only got 4 pieces of candy left. How would I decide? Would I deny them all? How many pieces of candy left is enough for me to just pack it in before I have to worry about that? All that stress is extra stress I do NOT need in my life.
POLT Listening to "Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve
If you do a job bdaly enough, sometimes you don't get asked to do it again. - Calvin & Hobbes
Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 185)...
Once more, it's time for....
So, I didn't have much imagination this week, but one day, when I was getting dressed, I realized I was putting on my Superman apparel and thought, eh, what the hell? So this is me in my Superman tee and one pair of my Superman boxers.
Exciting, eh? I'll try to do better next week.
To see what others put up this week, click http://osbasso.blogspot.com/
POLT Listening to "Bend And Break" by Keane
I've been around long enough not to be made uneasy by a group of gay teenagers. - Alan Scott, Green Lantern #140
So, I didn't have much imagination this week, but one day, when I was getting dressed, I realized I was putting on my Superman apparel and thought, eh, what the hell? So this is me in my Superman tee and one pair of my Superman boxers.
Exciting, eh? I'll try to do better next week.
To see what others put up this week, click http://osbasso.blogspot.com/
POLT Listening to "Bend And Break" by Keane
I've been around long enough not to be made uneasy by a group of gay teenagers. - Alan Scott, Green Lantern #140
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
It's a brand new day, it's brand new way, yeah...
Last night, I did a load of laundry. It was only a regular load: some shirts, underwear, socks, two pairs of jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. I took them out and put them in the dryer. When I went to get them out...they were still damp. So I had to put them back in again. The washer and dryer both are rather old. So I did a little math:
Old washer & dryer + $8,000 first time home owner rebater check + a trip to Lowe's = brand spanking new washer and dryer!
They're being delivered Friday. And Lowe's will even take away the old ones. They cost just a smidge over $900, which kinda floored me when I thought about it later, laying out that kinda money at one time. But the new dryer will be much more electrical efficient. And the new washer is bigger, there's no way I could have washed my king sized bed sheets in the old one. And so, in the end, it's all gonna be worth it.
But now, seriously, I hope I'm done buying things for the house.
POLT Listening to "Dancing In The Streets" by Van Halen
If I never get another part because I chose to play a gay character in a gay movie, then fuck Holllywood. - Heath Ledger
Old washer & dryer + $8,000 first time home owner rebater check + a trip to Lowe's = brand spanking new washer and dryer!
They're being delivered Friday. And Lowe's will even take away the old ones. They cost just a smidge over $900, which kinda floored me when I thought about it later, laying out that kinda money at one time. But the new dryer will be much more electrical efficient. And the new washer is bigger, there's no way I could have washed my king sized bed sheets in the old one. And so, in the end, it's all gonna be worth it.
But now, seriously, I hope I'm done buying things for the house.
POLT Listening to "Dancing In The Streets" by Van Halen
If I never get another part because I chose to play a gay character in a gay movie, then fuck Holllywood. - Heath Ledger
Leaves are turning brown, all over the ground...
Leaves.
I don’t get some people’s obsession with them. My mom has to rake the leaves out of the front yard like once a week. Although, to be fair, I can kinda understand in her case, the dog does her business there, and with the leaves covering the ground, mom can’t find the poop to scoop up and put in the garbage can.
But other people are like obsessive about getting leaves out of their yards. One of my new neighbors was out Sunday afternoon with a leaf blower, blowing them all into one big pile. And his young daughter was out there running around too, and he’d point the leaf blower at her, catching her in the air and she’d laugh hysterically, which was pretty cute. And I noticed the next day, he had one of those orange, pumpkin decorated large garbage bags filled with leaves sitting in his backyard. So maybe he was doing it for her.
But I also noticed the next day, there were more leaves in his yard. And that’s kinda why I wonder, maybe not in his case exactly, but why some people can’t stand leaves in the yard. I mean like they have to rake them as soon as one hits the grass. And it all seems so futile, I mean more leaves are gonna fall and hit the yard again, ya know? Kinda like making a bed, you’re just gonna mess it up again that night. Making beds seems like an exercise in futility to me. Course, the fact I’m lazy might have something to do with that as well.
POLT Listening to "Step Into My World" by Hurricane #1
I don’t get some people’s obsession with them. My mom has to rake the leaves out of the front yard like once a week. Although, to be fair, I can kinda understand in her case, the dog does her business there, and with the leaves covering the ground, mom can’t find the poop to scoop up and put in the garbage can.
But other people are like obsessive about getting leaves out of their yards. One of my new neighbors was out Sunday afternoon with a leaf blower, blowing them all into one big pile. And his young daughter was out there running around too, and he’d point the leaf blower at her, catching her in the air and she’d laugh hysterically, which was pretty cute. And I noticed the next day, he had one of those orange, pumpkin decorated large garbage bags filled with leaves sitting in his backyard. So maybe he was doing it for her.
But I also noticed the next day, there were more leaves in his yard. And that’s kinda why I wonder, maybe not in his case exactly, but why some people can’t stand leaves in the yard. I mean like they have to rake them as soon as one hits the grass. And it all seems so futile, I mean more leaves are gonna fall and hit the yard again, ya know? Kinda like making a bed, you’re just gonna mess it up again that night. Making beds seems like an exercise in futility to me. Course, the fact I’m lazy might have something to do with that as well.
POLT Listening to "Step Into My World" by Hurricane #1
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Polt and Dave S.'s Excellent Adventure (Part 5) aka The Final Installment
The Photos:
(you can see Puntabumeeting photos here)
Yours truly, waiting to board the train in Harrisburg.
The wonder twins on the train towards NYC.
Our first meal on Mahattan. Yeah, we're cuisine gods.
Times Square, during the day.
The Naked Cowboy. The only photo I got of him with my camera.
So, when I stood upright at the sink, this was my view. Obviously, this room was designed for those of shorter stature. Course, that IS my rockin' new Superman t-shirt in the mirror, so it's all good.
The view out our window. Hey, it was $250 a night total, we weren't paying for a view.
Down on the street is the theater showing Billy Elliot: The Musical, that we tried to see Sunday afternoon, but it was all sold out.
More of the view from the window. Between the buildings you can see Times Square, that's how close we were.
The bed, which they claimed was a Queen size, but I doubt it. It seemed so small, which you'd think would have been a good thing, but surprisingly, I don't think Dave S. and I so much as touched feet during the nights. And yeah, I was disappointed too.
Our hotel, the Milford Plaza. Our room was on the 12th floor at the back of the building, which you can't see from where I'm standing.
Art deco-ish design in the elevators. Which were pretty cool, actually (the elevators, not the design). They had like 8 elevators, and you'd punch in the floor you were going to on a keyboard and then it would tell you which elevator to take. And you'd go directly to your floor! No stopping at multiple floors! And everytime, you basically had the elevator to yourself too. Sweet deal.
The lobby, and my leg. I was waiting for Jere and FDot.
They got me down to Christopher Street where I got a shot of the Stonewall Inn, where the gay rights movement began.
These statues sit in a park directly across from the Stonewall Inn.
Somewhere around 14th Street, I think, looking north to the Empire State Building.
Washington Square, which I've seen in tons of movies and photos.
Jere and FDot at the founatin in Washington Square.
The Flatiron Building, which most people know from THIS view. Typical of me to get a photo of it from behind.
Again the top of the Empire State Building.
Rockefeller Center ice skating rink.
A pretty cute ice skater.
The Countdown With Keith Olbermann studio, from the outside. Kinda like my political Mecca. And I think that's the Today set on the first floor.
Rockefeller Center from near the building's base.
Rockefeller Center looking rather phallic, from 5th Avenue.
My feet in the actual grass of Central Park.
Bethesda Fountain, I know it from several movies and TV shows.
Bethesada Foundtain again. Jere And FDot led Dave S. and I here, in Central Park, right before it started to get dark.
FDot, Dave S., and I ate at this awesome Italian restaurant, who's name I don't know. This is my homemade cheese tortellinim which was flatly delisicious.
FDot smilint during the meal.
The red steps in Times Square at night. You can see Dave S. and FDot ascending them if you look closely.
Times Square at night.
On the red steps looking down at them.
One more view from the room, of the impressive buildings.
Walking back from Dunkin Donuts, Monday morning, the sun started to peek through between some buildings. I thought it looked inspiring, so I grabbed a quick photo.
Me with the view behind me. Not, the stubble, I didn't shave the entire time in NYC.
Walking to Penn Station, got this great shot of the Empire State Building. It's actually the best shot I got of it the whole trip.
The chaos that is Penn Station.
The view from my seat on the train.
Dave S. on Grindr on his iPod...and I can't seem to locate the photo of *sigh* Damian that he sent to me though, damn. Anyways, this is what he spent the majority of the time doing on the train. And showing me the hot guy photos as well.
And finally, a stubblier, sadder Polt almost to Harrisburg on the train, the incredible weekend nearly over with.
POLT Listening to "Stop Whispering' By Radiohead
"I'm not going to marry." "How will you have children?" "I'll buy them." - Sebastian, Shakespear's Sonnets
(you can see Puntabumeeting photos here)
Yours truly, waiting to board the train in Harrisburg.
The wonder twins on the train towards NYC.
Our first meal on Mahattan. Yeah, we're cuisine gods.
Times Square, during the day.
The Naked Cowboy. The only photo I got of him with my camera.
So, when I stood upright at the sink, this was my view. Obviously, this room was designed for those of shorter stature. Course, that IS my rockin' new Superman t-shirt in the mirror, so it's all good.
The view out our window. Hey, it was $250 a night total, we weren't paying for a view.
Down on the street is the theater showing Billy Elliot: The Musical, that we tried to see Sunday afternoon, but it was all sold out.
More of the view from the window. Between the buildings you can see Times Square, that's how close we were.
The bed, which they claimed was a Queen size, but I doubt it. It seemed so small, which you'd think would have been a good thing, but surprisingly, I don't think Dave S. and I so much as touched feet during the nights. And yeah, I was disappointed too.
Our hotel, the Milford Plaza. Our room was on the 12th floor at the back of the building, which you can't see from where I'm standing.
Art deco-ish design in the elevators. Which were pretty cool, actually (the elevators, not the design). They had like 8 elevators, and you'd punch in the floor you were going to on a keyboard and then it would tell you which elevator to take. And you'd go directly to your floor! No stopping at multiple floors! And everytime, you basically had the elevator to yourself too. Sweet deal.
The lobby, and my leg. I was waiting for Jere and FDot.
They got me down to Christopher Street where I got a shot of the Stonewall Inn, where the gay rights movement began.
These statues sit in a park directly across from the Stonewall Inn.
Somewhere around 14th Street, I think, looking north to the Empire State Building.
Washington Square, which I've seen in tons of movies and photos.
Jere and FDot at the founatin in Washington Square.
The Flatiron Building, which most people know from THIS view. Typical of me to get a photo of it from behind.
Again the top of the Empire State Building.
Rockefeller Center ice skating rink.
A pretty cute ice skater.
The Countdown With Keith Olbermann studio, from the outside. Kinda like my political Mecca. And I think that's the Today set on the first floor.
Rockefeller Center from near the building's base.
Rockefeller Center looking rather phallic, from 5th Avenue.
My feet in the actual grass of Central Park.
Bethesda Fountain, I know it from several movies and TV shows.
Bethesada Foundtain again. Jere And FDot led Dave S. and I here, in Central Park, right before it started to get dark.
FDot, Dave S., and I ate at this awesome Italian restaurant, who's name I don't know. This is my homemade cheese tortellinim which was flatly delisicious.
FDot smilint during the meal.
The red steps in Times Square at night. You can see Dave S. and FDot ascending them if you look closely.
Times Square at night.
On the red steps looking down at them.
One more view from the room, of the impressive buildings.
Walking back from Dunkin Donuts, Monday morning, the sun started to peek through between some buildings. I thought it looked inspiring, so I grabbed a quick photo.
Me with the view behind me. Not, the stubble, I didn't shave the entire time in NYC.
Walking to Penn Station, got this great shot of the Empire State Building. It's actually the best shot I got of it the whole trip.
The chaos that is Penn Station.
The view from my seat on the train.
Dave S. on Grindr on his iPod...and I can't seem to locate the photo of *sigh* Damian that he sent to me though, damn. Anyways, this is what he spent the majority of the time doing on the train. And showing me the hot guy photos as well.
And finally, a stubblier, sadder Polt almost to Harrisburg on the train, the incredible weekend nearly over with.
POLT Listening to "Stop Whispering' By Radiohead
"I'm not going to marry." "How will you have children?" "I'll buy them." - Sebastian, Shakespear's Sonnets
An utterance, information, don't mince words (Part 159)...
TMI Tuesdays
1) What are three mistakes someone could make on the first date with you that would automatically make you turn down a second date with them?
1. They could insult me.
2. They could tell me they hate dogs.
3. They could tell me they are a conservative Republican.
2) Pick an animal that best displays your personality. :) An ass? A sloth? No, I think a laughing hyena is more appropriate.
3) If your so stopped having sex with you, how long would you stay? Well presumably, if he's my significant other, then we have more connecting us than just sex. However, stopping sex would seem to be indicative of a larger problem. And if we can't get that problem resolved to the point where we're having sex again, well, then I'm outta there. Not so much because of the sex solely, but moreso because we can't resolve whatever the other problem is.
4) Are you more passive or aggressive when the relationship becomes physical? Physical? As in violence, or as in sex? I've never been in a violent relationship, so that one I can't answer. Sexually, I'm generally more aggresive, but it's a freakin' turnon to sometimes just give control to someone else and become passive, to let them take the lead.
5) Have you ever been INSIDE a store that sold adult themed toys and videos? Um, you mean this month? C'mon, I've visiting those places since I was like 18 years old. Have I ever been inside a store....geez, I've been in four different stores this year alone!
Bonus (as in optional): What percentage of women do you think are capable of handling being in a "friends with benefits" relationship? How about men? I think a vast majority of men would do well in a 'friends with benefits' thing...in fact, I think that's the way most men would prefer their relationships. (yeah, I am a cynic, but a pragmatic one) As for women, I have no idea, but I'd wager the percentage would be monumentally smaller than the percentage of men who can.
POLT
Monday, October 26, 2009
Polt and Dave S.'s Excellent NYC Adventure (Part 4)...
Okay, I know its been a week since we've returned from NYC, and I know some of you (who shall remain nameless) are getting tired of these posts, but I've only got a little bit more to go.
This time, I give you memorable quotes from the trip.
TO-tally: This is Dave S.'s most common saying, although he's not aware he's saying it. It's funny to listen to him say it three times in one sentence and not even realize it.
"I like dick sex.": this I've explained previously. And man, did we use it a lot. Any time we didn't hear what someone said, or understand what someone said, we'd just interject "What, you like dick sex?" Hilarious.
Stop scratching!: Dave S. has a rash on his skin, and would frequently, and unconsciously scratch it, even though the doctor told him not to. So anytime I saw him doing it, I'd say this to him, sometimes quite forcefully.
"I have to find something to sleep in." "No you don't. Really. Its okay, really. I don't mind.": Dave S. didn't bring anything to sleep in, and he said the first quote. The second was mine fast reply. And we laughed. And Dave S. slept in just his underwear.
"Let's look at Damian again." "...sigh....Damian...": As we waited on the train in Harrisburg to leave, Dave S. got on his iPhone and used the Grindr app (appropriately named, methinks). Its an app you can use to check other guys that have the app around you, and it lists basic info about them and generally a photo. It's basically a gay hookup app, although I'm sure Dave S. would explain it a different way. At any rate, while waiting in Harrisburg, we found a guy named Damian who was quite attractive. Anyway, several times throughout the trip, one of us would say 'Let's look at Damian again", and we would and sigh.
"You don't need an iPhone, you have an iPolt.": I told this to Dave S. as he tried to get service on his iPhone in Penn Station and as I just used my innate Polty-sense to get us up and out of there.
"An Asian with purple shoes...what more do I need?": Yeah, I said it, and it should be self-explanatory.
"Signal! Signal!" "Copy signal!": As we were walking the streets, I noticed tons and TONS of hot guys approaching us in the crowd. I'd try to get Dave S.'s attention to point them out to him, and frequently, they had already passed us by when he started looking. So he said we needed some signal so I could clue him in easier. He wanted to signal word to be "Gertrude", but I didn't want to wander NYC shouting Gertrude every four point seven seconds. So, I just started shouting 'signal!', frequently with a clarifying adjective, like "Signal, red hat" or "Signal, cellphone and shorts". And Dave S. was to respond with a 'copy signal' when he saw who I was indicating. So there were times when a really hot guy was on his way to us, and I had to say signal once or twice or thrice...somewhat frantically until Dave S. responded.
"I got my picture taken with the Naked Cowboy! Now I can go home!": This was Dave S.'s response after seeing the photos I took of him and the Cowboy.
"God, you are so queer.": I said this to Dave S. a few times, like when he ironed his jeans before hanging them up in the hotel, or when he had me help him choose the shirts and underwear for the night cause he just couldn't decide.
"I heard you wanted a snack.": Dave S. was seriously jonesing for a snack on the train on the way up. And since he mentioned it several times, this was another line we used throughout the trip when one of us expressed hunger or something.
"I cried and then they dragged me to hell.": Sassy josh I believe, said this first, and then he and Enrickyricardo said it continually throughout the night. And then more of us picked up on it and used to quite a bit during the trip...and even after.
"We are a very attractive group of gay men.": Dave S. said this first upon seeing us altogether. And frankly, he was quite right. We were a strikingly handsome batch of fags.
"We are a table full of homos and we're discussing vaginas?": I said this, cause at the second restaurant, for some unknown reason, the topic of conversation was vaginas. Go figure.
"Shiny bauble, shiny bauble!": I said this first in relation to Sassy josh and how easy he changed subjects while talking. I meant, if you don't like what he's going on about, wave a shiny bauble in front of him, and the subject will change. However, later the statement was used on me, to get me back from the distraction of watching some hot guy walk by.
"I'm kinda sad to go home tomorrow, I've done everything in New York I wanted to. Not everyone, but everything.": This is obviously me. Nuff said, eh?
"We're three gay men, laying in the same bed and we're talking about boobs? What the hell?": Me again, as Dave S., FDot and I laid in bed together Sunday night and discussed various things, including for some reason, female breasts.
"I can suck down caffeine in a short amount of time.""I imagine you can suck down a lot of things in a short amount of time.": This was me to Dave S., although it could have been reversed.
And the last post will be the photos.
POLT Listening to "NBC Nightly News"
I was in labor so long they had to shave me twice. - Absolutely Fabulous
This time, I give you memorable quotes from the trip.
TO-tally: This is Dave S.'s most common saying, although he's not aware he's saying it. It's funny to listen to him say it three times in one sentence and not even realize it.
"I like dick sex.": this I've explained previously. And man, did we use it a lot. Any time we didn't hear what someone said, or understand what someone said, we'd just interject "What, you like dick sex?" Hilarious.
Stop scratching!: Dave S. has a rash on his skin, and would frequently, and unconsciously scratch it, even though the doctor told him not to. So anytime I saw him doing it, I'd say this to him, sometimes quite forcefully.
"I have to find something to sleep in." "No you don't. Really. Its okay, really. I don't mind.": Dave S. didn't bring anything to sleep in, and he said the first quote. The second was mine fast reply. And we laughed. And Dave S. slept in just his underwear.
"Let's look at Damian again." "...sigh....Damian...": As we waited on the train in Harrisburg to leave, Dave S. got on his iPhone and used the Grindr app (appropriately named, methinks). Its an app you can use to check other guys that have the app around you, and it lists basic info about them and generally a photo. It's basically a gay hookup app, although I'm sure Dave S. would explain it a different way. At any rate, while waiting in Harrisburg, we found a guy named Damian who was quite attractive. Anyway, several times throughout the trip, one of us would say 'Let's look at Damian again", and we would and sigh.
"You don't need an iPhone, you have an iPolt.": I told this to Dave S. as he tried to get service on his iPhone in Penn Station and as I just used my innate Polty-sense to get us up and out of there.
"An Asian with purple shoes...what more do I need?": Yeah, I said it, and it should be self-explanatory.
"Signal! Signal!" "Copy signal!": As we were walking the streets, I noticed tons and TONS of hot guys approaching us in the crowd. I'd try to get Dave S.'s attention to point them out to him, and frequently, they had already passed us by when he started looking. So he said we needed some signal so I could clue him in easier. He wanted to signal word to be "Gertrude", but I didn't want to wander NYC shouting Gertrude every four point seven seconds. So, I just started shouting 'signal!', frequently with a clarifying adjective, like "Signal, red hat" or "Signal, cellphone and shorts". And Dave S. was to respond with a 'copy signal' when he saw who I was indicating. So there were times when a really hot guy was on his way to us, and I had to say signal once or twice or thrice...somewhat frantically until Dave S. responded.
"I got my picture taken with the Naked Cowboy! Now I can go home!": This was Dave S.'s response after seeing the photos I took of him and the Cowboy.
"God, you are so queer.": I said this to Dave S. a few times, like when he ironed his jeans before hanging them up in the hotel, or when he had me help him choose the shirts and underwear for the night cause he just couldn't decide.
"I heard you wanted a snack.": Dave S. was seriously jonesing for a snack on the train on the way up. And since he mentioned it several times, this was another line we used throughout the trip when one of us expressed hunger or something.
"I cried and then they dragged me to hell.": Sassy josh I believe, said this first, and then he and Enrickyricardo said it continually throughout the night. And then more of us picked up on it and used to quite a bit during the trip...and even after.
"We are a very attractive group of gay men.": Dave S. said this first upon seeing us altogether. And frankly, he was quite right. We were a strikingly handsome batch of fags.
"We are a table full of homos and we're discussing vaginas?": I said this, cause at the second restaurant, for some unknown reason, the topic of conversation was vaginas. Go figure.
"Shiny bauble, shiny bauble!": I said this first in relation to Sassy josh and how easy he changed subjects while talking. I meant, if you don't like what he's going on about, wave a shiny bauble in front of him, and the subject will change. However, later the statement was used on me, to get me back from the distraction of watching some hot guy walk by.
"I'm kinda sad to go home tomorrow, I've done everything in New York I wanted to. Not everyone, but everything.": This is obviously me. Nuff said, eh?
"We're three gay men, laying in the same bed and we're talking about boobs? What the hell?": Me again, as Dave S., FDot and I laid in bed together Sunday night and discussed various things, including for some reason, female breasts.
"I can suck down caffeine in a short amount of time.""I imagine you can suck down a lot of things in a short amount of time.": This was me to Dave S., although it could have been reversed.
And the last post will be the photos.
POLT Listening to "NBC Nightly News"
I was in labor so long they had to shave me twice. - Absolutely Fabulous
I live in a nice house, ah, i never do dance...
So, I've lived in the house now for four weeks, and I'm still getting used to the place. I know where my iPod is, it's fully charged, I just can't yet find my earpods. They're in some box somewhere that I haven't found yet. I think I might just go buy another pair, I mean, they're relatively cheap, right?
Also, last night, I finally, for the first time, used the stove. Yeah, that's how much I cook. Seriously, if it doesn't involve a microwave, I really can't cook it. And last night, I only used the stove top, not the oven itself. I made myself a cup of tea.
And this past Saturday, I got a nice addition to the house. I came home from work and found this sitting in my living room!
A few weeks ago, Mom called me at work on a Saturday and the conversation went kinda like this:
Mama Polt: Polt, do you want a recliner?
Polt: What? No, I need one.
Mama Polt: Yeah, but do you want one?
Polt: You gave me the reclining loveseat you didn't want. I don't need another recliner.
Mama Polt: I'm up here at Colony House Furniture and they're having a buy one get one free sale, and I'm getting a recliner and I wanted to know if you wanted the free one.
Polt: Oh yeah, I'll take it.
Pfft, like I'm gonna turn down a brand new free recliner. And luckily, I had just enough room left over in the living room for it. Well, it's actually bigger than I thought it was gonna be, but it still fit.
Later today, mom and I are going shopping for house things I need to get yet: a vacuum cleaner, a stand for beside the sofa, a small stand for in the bathroom, some curtain for the basement windows, that sorta thing. I hope I get all the stuff soon, cause I really wanna quit spending all this money on new stuff for the house.
POLT Listening to the themesong from Green Acres
I think it's important to bring somebody from outside the system, the judicial system, somebody that hasn't been on the bench and, therefore, there's not a lot of opinions for people to look at. - George W. Bush
Also, last night, I finally, for the first time, used the stove. Yeah, that's how much I cook. Seriously, if it doesn't involve a microwave, I really can't cook it. And last night, I only used the stove top, not the oven itself. I made myself a cup of tea.
And this past Saturday, I got a nice addition to the house. I came home from work and found this sitting in my living room!
A few weeks ago, Mom called me at work on a Saturday and the conversation went kinda like this:
Mama Polt: Polt, do you want a recliner?
Polt: What? No, I need one.
Mama Polt: Yeah, but do you want one?
Polt: You gave me the reclining loveseat you didn't want. I don't need another recliner.
Mama Polt: I'm up here at Colony House Furniture and they're having a buy one get one free sale, and I'm getting a recliner and I wanted to know if you wanted the free one.
Polt: Oh yeah, I'll take it.
Pfft, like I'm gonna turn down a brand new free recliner. And luckily, I had just enough room left over in the living room for it. Well, it's actually bigger than I thought it was gonna be, but it still fit.
Later today, mom and I are going shopping for house things I need to get yet: a vacuum cleaner, a stand for beside the sofa, a small stand for in the bathroom, some curtain for the basement windows, that sorta thing. I hope I get all the stuff soon, cause I really wanna quit spending all this money on new stuff for the house.
POLT Listening to the themesong from Green Acres
I think it's important to bring somebody from outside the system, the judicial system, somebody that hasn't been on the bench and, therefore, there's not a lot of opinions for people to look at. - George W. Bush
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 223)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
Now, after several weeks, I've managed to assume a large enough supply of photos to start using themes again instead of just one at a time. This week's theme: Black And White photos
POLT Listening to "Hung Up" by Madonna
I might like you better if we slept together. - Romeo Void
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Let's get unconscious, honey (Part 175)...
Unconscious Mutterings
These come each week from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/I say ... and you think ... ?
Redskins :: Suck!
Show :: TV
Smoker :: Dad
Bad movie :: Remake of The Day The Earth Stood Still
Play :: Game
Jaguar :: Sporty
Click :: Mouse
Production :: Assistant
Sand :: Man
Foreign :: Currency
POLT Listening to Falcons - Cowboys football game
"I just wanted to feel the rain." "Rain makes my costumes squeak." - Huntress, Birds Of Prey #88
Polt and Dave S.'s Excellent Adventure, Part 3...
Okay, so after returning from the Puntabumeeting, probably about 1 am, Dave S. and I crawled in to bed (yes, together, but not like that!), talked for a bit, and then went to sleep. A few times in the night, I heard Dave S. get up and go to the bathroom and puke. My first thought was "someone partied a lil' too hard", but then I remembered he didn't have THAT much to drink. And then I thought "man, what if he's catching the flu? That's gonna ruin his entire weekend!" I found out in the morning, he had a migraine. That sucks, I get those.
So, I'm not sure exactly what time I got up, maybe 10ish, and I showered and dressed. I needed something to eat to take my diabetic meds with, so I asked Dave S. if he wanted anything. He said Excedrin migraine. So, I went out and down the street to a pharmacy. I got the excedrin, I got a pint of milk, I got a box of donuts and I got some postcards.
On the way back to the hotel was the worst the weather was the entire weekend. All weekend, it was overcast and cool. When the wind blew, though, it was downright cold. And it drizzled sometimes, but never really a strong rain. Except for Sunday morning when I walked back from the pharmacy.
I got back and hung out in the room, piddled around online, just waiting for 1:00 to arrive. It was at that time the FDot was coming back into town to spend Sunday with us. As it grew closer to 1, I went to the lobby, cause I didn't want to bother Dave S. while he was suffering with the migraine.
In the lobby, I texted Craiggers, to see if he wanted to come in, maybe for supper. He was already busy with family stuff, but asked about lunch the next day. Unfortunately, we were leaving at 1050 on the morning train. So I was sad we couldn't get together again, but I totally understood. I texted Jere to see if he wanted to come along, as he lives on the island. He did. So, about 1:30, Jere, FDOT and I began our journey.
The first place we went was Midtown Comics, a two story comic book story. Yeah, I was in heaven. However, I restrained myself, only bought three graphic novels, and did not spend hours there. WE returned to the hotel (it was only like one block over and two blocks down), where I got to see Dave S. sitting up in bed, but still not looking well.
After that, FDot, Jere and I walked down 8th Avenue to the subway and we rode it down to the West Village (I think it was). I wanted to see the Stonewall Inn on Christopher Street. That's where the whole gay rights movement started 40 years ago, I wanted to see that part of my heritage. So we got off and walk a bit to get there, but get there we did. I got a photo as well as one of the statues erected across the street from it.
We then walked over to Washington Square, which I've seen in a lot of movies. Being hungry, we thought of getting something to eat, so we started walking east thinking we'd find something. After a bit, we walked north, still not finding anything. Then we thought we headed back west. If that sounds like we were a bit lost...well maybe we were. But what the hell? I got to see parts of NYC that I've never seen before (which really, for me, would pretty much ANY part of NYC), and I had a blast walking around with them.
We stumbled upon a pizzeria, and went in for a slice. And of course, the slices were huge! And greasy. Just as I'd expect NYC pizza to be. They were asking what I wanted to see, so I mentioned Empire State Building and Central Park. After eating, they decided we should go up Broadway, which we did.
On the way, I got a call from Dave S. He had taken the excedrin, rested some more, then felt better so he showered, dressed, went to one store and bought his souvenirs. He said he was near Times Square, so we told him we'd meet him there, soon.
Upon reaching Times Square, we didn't see Dave S. right away, but did see President Obama...and Elmo and Winnie the Pooh and at least one Statue Of Liberty. Or at least people dressed up as reasonalbe facsimilies thereof. Eventually we did find Dave S.
While we stood and talked, this guy walked up to us. He held a microphone, said he was Lowie from Lowie vs America. Apparently, it's an Australian radio show where this guy travels the US and does skits, and interviews people and whatever. Well he asked if he could ask us some questions. He asked about the balloon boy hoax thing. And after asking us those questions, he said we did so well, could he ask us some questions about college, and were like sure. So he asked us if there was something we did in college our parents don't know about, and what should Australians know about American colleges, and stuff like that. But one question I remember is he asked us, "What do you think of when I say college?" And my answer was "Drunk frat boys." And he said, "Or drunk frat girls?" And I was like "Okay, yeah, them too." And he said, "Whatever floats your boat, I guess." So I figure I outted myself all over Australian radio.
Following our brush with fame, Jere led us up to Rockefeller Center, where we saw the ice skaters, and I got photos of Olbermann's studio through the windows, and then we walked onto and up 5th Avenue towards Central Park. The wind picked up and we all got cold as we approached the park, but once we got into it and the sun went down (yes we were walking in Central Park after DARK! And the lights weren't working. But luckily we didn't cry and get dragged to hell or anything) the wind died down and it actually warmed up a bit.
As we left Central Park, we lost Jere. Not IN the park, but he was off to his dorm to continue the studying he put on hold to hang with us all afternoon. We had started our day at 1:30, and when Jere left it was almost 7:00, so that meant in the afternoon, we spent about 5 hours (not counting the resting time while we ate) walking from 14th street up to about the equivalent of 70th street in Central Park! And believe me, my ankles, calves, knees, thighs, hips and lower back felt the entirety of the walk!
FDot, Dave S., and I then walked many blocks down 8th Avenue looking for a restaurant. Near the hotel, we took a side street and eventually found this little Italian place whose name I don't remember, unfortunately. It was in a basement of a row house, so the eating area was long but narrow. There weren't a huge amount of tables, but we were comfortably seated in a corner. The lady who greeted us was totally awesome! She checked back on us, was friendly, and even wished us a good night as we left. Our waiter was cute. The food was outstanding! I got homemade cheese tortelini with bolognese. Dave S. got a pretty expanisive seafood pasta meal. I forget what FDot had. But it was incredibly good! The best part was, FDot picked up the tab, thoughtful guy that he is. I tell ya, if I lived in the city, I'd definitely eat there again!
So following the meal, we walked over to Times Square, cause I really wanted to see it all lit up at night. And we hung out there for a short while, taking photos, and enjoying the NYC nightlife. Then we all three went back to the hotel room, laid on the bed together, and talked. Honestly, that's it. Very chaste. We relived the weekend and gossiped and all that normal stuff that three queens do when they get together. About midnight, I think, we kicked FDot out, and then went to bed.
Monday morning, Dave S. and I got up, showered, got packed up and ready to go. But it was still early. So we went to Dunkin Donuts, got something for breakfast to bring back to the room. When it was time, we went to reception, checked out and started down 8th Avenue, lugging that luggage again.
We got down into Penn Station, probably a half hour before the train. It was crowded, but not insane like when we arrived there. We just wanted to stand somewhere, so I found this large column we could put our baggage down next to and wait.
It wasn't much more than 10 minutes or so when an employee came up the escalator on the other side of the column, opened the little gates, stood there and said, not particularly loudly, "Anyone waiting for train 43?" Well, it was OUR train! And it hadn't even been announced yet! So we got on the train before the crowds, and got really nice seats. And this train even had a snack car on it we got to take advantage of!
So the train trip home was easy and no problems. The drive from Harrisburg to Waynesboro was as well. We got home and hung out here until we were hungry and then i took him to Cafe Del Sol for another delicious meal. We returned home here, and watched the cute movie Trick (and it boggles my mind to think that movie is ten years old already!), before going to bed.
Tuesday morning, I got up at 7:30, cause Dave S. said he wanted to leave around 8am. but when I got downstairs, he was already packed and ready to leave, so after a hug and goodbye, he did. And thusly, did the amazing NYC trip end.
I've got quotes and photos, they'll be coming up soon.
POLT Listening to the Falcons - Cowboys football game
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one. - Jay-Z
So, I'm not sure exactly what time I got up, maybe 10ish, and I showered and dressed. I needed something to eat to take my diabetic meds with, so I asked Dave S. if he wanted anything. He said Excedrin migraine. So, I went out and down the street to a pharmacy. I got the excedrin, I got a pint of milk, I got a box of donuts and I got some postcards.
On the way back to the hotel was the worst the weather was the entire weekend. All weekend, it was overcast and cool. When the wind blew, though, it was downright cold. And it drizzled sometimes, but never really a strong rain. Except for Sunday morning when I walked back from the pharmacy.
I got back and hung out in the room, piddled around online, just waiting for 1:00 to arrive. It was at that time the FDot was coming back into town to spend Sunday with us. As it grew closer to 1, I went to the lobby, cause I didn't want to bother Dave S. while he was suffering with the migraine.
In the lobby, I texted Craiggers, to see if he wanted to come in, maybe for supper. He was already busy with family stuff, but asked about lunch the next day. Unfortunately, we were leaving at 1050 on the morning train. So I was sad we couldn't get together again, but I totally understood. I texted Jere to see if he wanted to come along, as he lives on the island. He did. So, about 1:30, Jere, FDOT and I began our journey.
The first place we went was Midtown Comics, a two story comic book story. Yeah, I was in heaven. However, I restrained myself, only bought three graphic novels, and did not spend hours there. WE returned to the hotel (it was only like one block over and two blocks down), where I got to see Dave S. sitting up in bed, but still not looking well.
After that, FDot, Jere and I walked down 8th Avenue to the subway and we rode it down to the West Village (I think it was). I wanted to see the Stonewall Inn on Christopher Street. That's where the whole gay rights movement started 40 years ago, I wanted to see that part of my heritage. So we got off and walk a bit to get there, but get there we did. I got a photo as well as one of the statues erected across the street from it.
We then walked over to Washington Square, which I've seen in a lot of movies. Being hungry, we thought of getting something to eat, so we started walking east thinking we'd find something. After a bit, we walked north, still not finding anything. Then we thought we headed back west. If that sounds like we were a bit lost...well maybe we were. But what the hell? I got to see parts of NYC that I've never seen before (which really, for me, would pretty much ANY part of NYC), and I had a blast walking around with them.
We stumbled upon a pizzeria, and went in for a slice. And of course, the slices were huge! And greasy. Just as I'd expect NYC pizza to be. They were asking what I wanted to see, so I mentioned Empire State Building and Central Park. After eating, they decided we should go up Broadway, which we did.
On the way, I got a call from Dave S. He had taken the excedrin, rested some more, then felt better so he showered, dressed, went to one store and bought his souvenirs. He said he was near Times Square, so we told him we'd meet him there, soon.
Upon reaching Times Square, we didn't see Dave S. right away, but did see President Obama...and Elmo and Winnie the Pooh and at least one Statue Of Liberty. Or at least people dressed up as reasonalbe facsimilies thereof. Eventually we did find Dave S.
While we stood and talked, this guy walked up to us. He held a microphone, said he was Lowie from Lowie vs America. Apparently, it's an Australian radio show where this guy travels the US and does skits, and interviews people and whatever. Well he asked if he could ask us some questions. He asked about the balloon boy hoax thing. And after asking us those questions, he said we did so well, could he ask us some questions about college, and were like sure. So he asked us if there was something we did in college our parents don't know about, and what should Australians know about American colleges, and stuff like that. But one question I remember is he asked us, "What do you think of when I say college?" And my answer was "Drunk frat boys." And he said, "Or drunk frat girls?" And I was like "Okay, yeah, them too." And he said, "Whatever floats your boat, I guess." So I figure I outted myself all over Australian radio.
Following our brush with fame, Jere led us up to Rockefeller Center, where we saw the ice skaters, and I got photos of Olbermann's studio through the windows, and then we walked onto and up 5th Avenue towards Central Park. The wind picked up and we all got cold as we approached the park, but once we got into it and the sun went down (yes we were walking in Central Park after DARK! And the lights weren't working. But luckily we didn't cry and get dragged to hell or anything) the wind died down and it actually warmed up a bit.
As we left Central Park, we lost Jere. Not IN the park, but he was off to his dorm to continue the studying he put on hold to hang with us all afternoon. We had started our day at 1:30, and when Jere left it was almost 7:00, so that meant in the afternoon, we spent about 5 hours (not counting the resting time while we ate) walking from 14th street up to about the equivalent of 70th street in Central Park! And believe me, my ankles, calves, knees, thighs, hips and lower back felt the entirety of the walk!
FDot, Dave S., and I then walked many blocks down 8th Avenue looking for a restaurant. Near the hotel, we took a side street and eventually found this little Italian place whose name I don't remember, unfortunately. It was in a basement of a row house, so the eating area was long but narrow. There weren't a huge amount of tables, but we were comfortably seated in a corner. The lady who greeted us was totally awesome! She checked back on us, was friendly, and even wished us a good night as we left. Our waiter was cute. The food was outstanding! I got homemade cheese tortelini with bolognese. Dave S. got a pretty expanisive seafood pasta meal. I forget what FDot had. But it was incredibly good! The best part was, FDot picked up the tab, thoughtful guy that he is. I tell ya, if I lived in the city, I'd definitely eat there again!
So following the meal, we walked over to Times Square, cause I really wanted to see it all lit up at night. And we hung out there for a short while, taking photos, and enjoying the NYC nightlife. Then we all three went back to the hotel room, laid on the bed together, and talked. Honestly, that's it. Very chaste. We relived the weekend and gossiped and all that normal stuff that three queens do when they get together. About midnight, I think, we kicked FDot out, and then went to bed.
Monday morning, Dave S. and I got up, showered, got packed up and ready to go. But it was still early. So we went to Dunkin Donuts, got something for breakfast to bring back to the room. When it was time, we went to reception, checked out and started down 8th Avenue, lugging that luggage again.
We got down into Penn Station, probably a half hour before the train. It was crowded, but not insane like when we arrived there. We just wanted to stand somewhere, so I found this large column we could put our baggage down next to and wait.
It wasn't much more than 10 minutes or so when an employee came up the escalator on the other side of the column, opened the little gates, stood there and said, not particularly loudly, "Anyone waiting for train 43?" Well, it was OUR train! And it hadn't even been announced yet! So we got on the train before the crowds, and got really nice seats. And this train even had a snack car on it we got to take advantage of!
So the train trip home was easy and no problems. The drive from Harrisburg to Waynesboro was as well. We got home and hung out here until we were hungry and then i took him to Cafe Del Sol for another delicious meal. We returned home here, and watched the cute movie Trick (and it boggles my mind to think that movie is ten years old already!), before going to bed.
Tuesday morning, I got up at 7:30, cause Dave S. said he wanted to leave around 8am. but when I got downstairs, he was already packed and ready to leave, so after a hug and goodbye, he did. And thusly, did the amazing NYC trip end.
I've got quotes and photos, they'll be coming up soon.
POLT Listening to the Falcons - Cowboys football game
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one. - Jay-Z
You an me baby ain't nothing but mammals...
Just a little something to brighten up your Sunday.
Somebody needs to get this guy a contract and on film, like TODAY. Like someone from Hothouse Entertainment, Bel Ami, or some other appropriate company. He could have a future in the industry...just sayin....
POLT Listening to "Only You" by Yaz
I don't have to compromise my principles because they don't have the slightest bearing on what happens to me anyway. - Calvin & Hobbes
Somebody needs to get this guy a contract and on film, like TODAY. Like someone from Hothouse Entertainment, Bel Ami, or some other appropriate company. He could have a future in the industry...just sayin....
POLT Listening to "Only You" by Yaz
I don't have to compromise my principles because they don't have the slightest bearing on what happens to me anyway. - Calvin & Hobbes
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Polt and Dave S.'s Excellent Adventure, Part two...
OkAy, so I left you hanging with Dave S. and myself just having reached NYC. And before we continue, there's something I need to tell you from the first night. Dave S. and I were finished eating at the Mexican restaurant and at the cashier waiting to pay. We were talking and it went kinda like this:
Dave S.: ::mumble, mumble, mumble::
Polt: (looking shocked) What did you say?
Dave S.: Nothing why?
Polt: What DID you say?
Dave S.: I don't what did I say?
Polt: I don't know, but I thought you said, 'I like dick sex.'
And honestly, that's what I thought he said. And then we both cracked up laughing. And for the rest of the trip, anytime we didn't hear what someone said, we'd look at each other and just mumble "I like dick sex?" And crack up again. HiLARious!
So anyway, back to NYC...we exited the train, made our way upstairs into the barely controlled chaos what WAS Penn Station at 1:00 in the afternoon on a Saturday. We fought our way through the crowds the relative safety of an area next to a large column.
Dave S. brought out his iPhone and started fiddling with it. Little did he know he had an iPolt with him. I have a very keen sense of direction. I told him I can get us to the hotel, I just need to get my bearings. And he wasn't getting any service on the phone anyways. So i saw an exit and directed us towards it. It brought us up to 8th Avenue, which is just exactly where we wanted to be. My Polt-sence kicked in and I knew instinctively which was to walk, as all we needed to do was go north until we found the hotel.
I'll say this for NYC: it's streets are fuckinc CROWDED! It's a true pain in the ass to attempt to navigate them sometimes. I felt like a salmon attempting to swim upstream. But with someone throwing other fish downstream I had to dodge. And while I was carrying a large packed full over the shoulder bag and a backpack. No way to manuver or be graceful when you're loaded down with luggage and fighting the crowd.
Eventually after 11 blocks (although it seemed a damn sight longer!), we arrived at the Milford Plaza. Everytime I heard the name, I thought of this commerical from the late 70's early 80's.
$43 a night? Pfft! We paid $125 a night for each of us, but still, that's not a bad deal considering we were but a block west of Times Square.
Anyways, it was too early to check in, so we checked out bags and headed out to experience Nueva Nueva. Actually, we were in search of food as both of us were particularly hungry. We didn't feel adventurous. We didn't want something fancy, or expensive, or exotic because we didn't know if we were going be eating after the Karaoke Puntabulous Meeting. So, while around Times Square, we ate at....wait for it....McDonalds. Seriously. We're in Manhatten, with any of kind food available, and numreous restuarants on every block, and we settled for McDonalds. I agreed with our descision, don't get me wrong, even if I disappointed myself a little bit.
At McDonalds, I called Mama Polt to let her know we were there safely (she worries). And I got a call from *sigh* Corey, who didn't apparently know I was IN New York, although I'm sure I told him at some point.
Following the meal, we walked through Times Square. Dave S. saw the Naked Cowboy and damn near orgasmed on the spot. (Maybe not, but I'm certain I heard him 'squee' a lil bit). He wanted a photo with the Naked Cowboy and was hyped about getting it.
Now, kids, I have done many MANY things in my life that are not fit for some audiences (see nearly ANY trip to Toronto), but for some reason, having to get a photo of Dave S. with the Naked Cowboy...bothered me. I got all shy about it, and probably was blushing, and didn't wanna do it, but then who else would have done it. And I did do it, got two photos actually. And I don't understand WHY I was uncomfortable and awkward about it (it's not like it's the first guy I took a photo of in a speedo), but man I was. I was just ALL flustered.
But the photos were taken, and Dave S. looked at them on his camera, all was right in his world. In fact, he said, " I can go home now, my wish in fulfilled" or something like that. Yeah, frankly, I don't get it either, cause the Naked Cowboy does absolutely nothing for me (well except make me all flustered apparently), but whatever.
So after this, we made our way to Dunkin Donuts for coffee (for him) and hot chocolate (for me) and then back to the hotel. We waited for FDot to show up, which he did. And then three of us hung out in the hotel room waiting for the time to leave and walk to the karaoke place for the Puntabumeetup. We walked to 40-something street and walked down it from 8th avenue to between 2nd and 1st. And then, you can just pick up the tale from the beginning of the Puntabumeeting.
Okay, enough for this pre-Puntabumeeting post. The next one will be what happened Sunday.
POLT Listening to "Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends"
I believe that she is telling the truth...with a half an hour and a dull blade, I could be certain. - Lady Shiva, Birds Of Prey #63
Dave S.: ::mumble, mumble, mumble::
Polt: (looking shocked) What did you say?
Dave S.: Nothing why?
Polt: What DID you say?
Dave S.: I don't what did I say?
Polt: I don't know, but I thought you said, 'I like dick sex.'
And honestly, that's what I thought he said. And then we both cracked up laughing. And for the rest of the trip, anytime we didn't hear what someone said, we'd look at each other and just mumble "I like dick sex?" And crack up again. HiLARious!
So anyway, back to NYC...we exited the train, made our way upstairs into the barely controlled chaos what WAS Penn Station at 1:00 in the afternoon on a Saturday. We fought our way through the crowds the relative safety of an area next to a large column.
Dave S. brought out his iPhone and started fiddling with it. Little did he know he had an iPolt with him. I have a very keen sense of direction. I told him I can get us to the hotel, I just need to get my bearings. And he wasn't getting any service on the phone anyways. So i saw an exit and directed us towards it. It brought us up to 8th Avenue, which is just exactly where we wanted to be. My Polt-sence kicked in and I knew instinctively which was to walk, as all we needed to do was go north until we found the hotel.
I'll say this for NYC: it's streets are fuckinc CROWDED! It's a true pain in the ass to attempt to navigate them sometimes. I felt like a salmon attempting to swim upstream. But with someone throwing other fish downstream I had to dodge. And while I was carrying a large packed full over the shoulder bag and a backpack. No way to manuver or be graceful when you're loaded down with luggage and fighting the crowd.
Eventually after 11 blocks (although it seemed a damn sight longer!), we arrived at the Milford Plaza. Everytime I heard the name, I thought of this commerical from the late 70's early 80's.
$43 a night? Pfft! We paid $125 a night for each of us, but still, that's not a bad deal considering we were but a block west of Times Square.
Anyways, it was too early to check in, so we checked out bags and headed out to experience Nueva Nueva. Actually, we were in search of food as both of us were particularly hungry. We didn't feel adventurous. We didn't want something fancy, or expensive, or exotic because we didn't know if we were going be eating after the Karaoke Puntabulous Meeting. So, while around Times Square, we ate at....wait for it....McDonalds. Seriously. We're in Manhatten, with any of kind food available, and numreous restuarants on every block, and we settled for McDonalds. I agreed with our descision, don't get me wrong, even if I disappointed myself a little bit.
At McDonalds, I called Mama Polt to let her know we were there safely (she worries). And I got a call from *sigh* Corey, who didn't apparently know I was IN New York, although I'm sure I told him at some point.
Following the meal, we walked through Times Square. Dave S. saw the Naked Cowboy and damn near orgasmed on the spot. (Maybe not, but I'm certain I heard him 'squee' a lil bit). He wanted a photo with the Naked Cowboy and was hyped about getting it.
Now, kids, I have done many MANY things in my life that are not fit for some audiences (see nearly ANY trip to Toronto), but for some reason, having to get a photo of Dave S. with the Naked Cowboy...bothered me. I got all shy about it, and probably was blushing, and didn't wanna do it, but then who else would have done it. And I did do it, got two photos actually. And I don't understand WHY I was uncomfortable and awkward about it (it's not like it's the first guy I took a photo of in a speedo), but man I was. I was just ALL flustered.
But the photos were taken, and Dave S. looked at them on his camera, all was right in his world. In fact, he said, " I can go home now, my wish in fulfilled" or something like that. Yeah, frankly, I don't get it either, cause the Naked Cowboy does absolutely nothing for me (well except make me all flustered apparently), but whatever.
So after this, we made our way to Dunkin Donuts for coffee (for him) and hot chocolate (for me) and then back to the hotel. We waited for FDot to show up, which he did. And then three of us hung out in the hotel room waiting for the time to leave and walk to the karaoke place for the Puntabumeetup. We walked to 40-something street and walked down it from 8th avenue to between 2nd and 1st. And then, you can just pick up the tale from the beginning of the Puntabumeeting.
Okay, enough for this pre-Puntabumeeting post. The next one will be what happened Sunday.
POLT Listening to "Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends"
I believe that she is telling the truth...with a half an hour and a dull blade, I could be certain. - Lady Shiva, Birds Of Prey #63
Friday, October 23, 2009
Polt And Dave S.'s Excellent Adventure....
Okay, you've all read about the Puntabumeeting Saturday night. But that was just from 6:00pm until roughly 12:30 or 1am. That's jut barely 6 hours of the 46 hours Dave S. and I spent in, to borrow a phrase, Nueva Nueva. Here's the rest of that, and in fact, our whole weekend.
Dave S. arrived in Waynesboro about 9:30 in the evening I think. He had intended on being here earlier than that, but he left Ohio later than planned and then had to deal with rain and construction. Nonetheless when he got here, it was just like we'd never been apart, even though I hadn't seen him for a year.
As an interesting aside, last October, I went to Ohio to hang with Dave S. for the weekend, and that wash just happened to be over the 17th...which just so happens to be the exact same time of October when Dave S. was here! Irony, eh?
So, he got here, we had pizza, sat around and talked and then went to bed. I've owned the place only 6 weeks and already I've had a guest sleeping the guest bed. Unfortunately, I've not yet had a guest in the Master bed, but I'm working on that.
So Friday Dave S. and I were off to Wal-Mart (don't judge! It's not like we have a whole lot of choice here in Waynesboro), because Dave only owned two pairs of socks (I do NOT kid!) and he left them at home, so he needed more. Then I gave him a tour of Waynesboro, which took all of three minutes. No, it actually took about 15 minutes, but there was traffic. After the tour, we went to Mama Polt's and she had a lunch all prepared for us: ham, sweet potatos and green beans. Yummers. I gave Dave a tour of the house. He met Angel. And then we came back to my house and hung out.
Dave S.saw my collection of Torchwood novels, was totally envious of them, and wanted to buy one. So we drove to Hagerstown to Borders and spent some time and money there. Then I gave him a tour of work, and we tried to get something to eat. The place I picked out though was having their 1st Annivesary celebration, so they were resevation only, which we didn't have. Therefore, we went to El Paso and had awesome Mexican food. Oh, and I forgot, before the meal we went shopping at a local mall and then Target. It's where we found Craiggers' argyle undies, argyle socks, argyle desk calendar, and the I [heart] beer (which honest to GOD we thought said 'I [heart] beef]). Then we found the dancing monkey wrapping paper and the purple bag to carry it in. And then we hung out at the house until it was bed time.
Saturday morning, we left the house about 7:00am. We had an easy safe drive to Harrisburg, where we had no problem finding parking (which cost us $53 total to park there!) and waited in the station for the train.
Amtrak is absolutely THE way to go to New York. It was reasonably priced, easy peasy to find your way around, and there was no dealing with traffic, parking, lights, construction, etc. Now that I know how easy it is, I hope to make more trips to NYC.
Okay, this is pre-NYC....further tales upcoming...
POLT Listening to "The Killing Moon" by Echo & The Bunnymen
How many times must I tell you? Queens consume nectors and ambrosia, not hot dogs! - King Tut, Batman
Dave S. arrived in Waynesboro about 9:30 in the evening I think. He had intended on being here earlier than that, but he left Ohio later than planned and then had to deal with rain and construction. Nonetheless when he got here, it was just like we'd never been apart, even though I hadn't seen him for a year.
As an interesting aside, last October, I went to Ohio to hang with Dave S. for the weekend, and that wash just happened to be over the 17th...which just so happens to be the exact same time of October when Dave S. was here! Irony, eh?
So, he got here, we had pizza, sat around and talked and then went to bed. I've owned the place only 6 weeks and already I've had a guest sleeping the guest bed. Unfortunately, I've not yet had a guest in the Master bed, but I'm working on that.
So Friday Dave S. and I were off to Wal-Mart (don't judge! It's not like we have a whole lot of choice here in Waynesboro), because Dave only owned two pairs of socks (I do NOT kid!) and he left them at home, so he needed more. Then I gave him a tour of Waynesboro, which took all of three minutes. No, it actually took about 15 minutes, but there was traffic. After the tour, we went to Mama Polt's and she had a lunch all prepared for us: ham, sweet potatos and green beans. Yummers. I gave Dave a tour of the house. He met Angel. And then we came back to my house and hung out.
Dave S.saw my collection of Torchwood novels, was totally envious of them, and wanted to buy one. So we drove to Hagerstown to Borders and spent some time and money there. Then I gave him a tour of work, and we tried to get something to eat. The place I picked out though was having their 1st Annivesary celebration, so they were resevation only, which we didn't have. Therefore, we went to El Paso and had awesome Mexican food. Oh, and I forgot, before the meal we went shopping at a local mall and then Target. It's where we found Craiggers' argyle undies, argyle socks, argyle desk calendar, and the I [heart] beer (which honest to GOD we thought said 'I [heart] beef]). Then we found the dancing monkey wrapping paper and the purple bag to carry it in. And then we hung out at the house until it was bed time.
Saturday morning, we left the house about 7:00am. We had an easy safe drive to Harrisburg, where we had no problem finding parking (which cost us $53 total to park there!) and waited in the station for the train.
Amtrak is absolutely THE way to go to New York. It was reasonably priced, easy peasy to find your way around, and there was no dealing with traffic, parking, lights, construction, etc. Now that I know how easy it is, I hope to make more trips to NYC.
Okay, this is pre-NYC....further tales upcoming...
POLT Listening to "The Killing Moon" by Echo & The Bunnymen
How many times must I tell you? Queens consume nectors and ambrosia, not hot dogs! - King Tut, Batman
One word is all i need to say exactly how i feel...
Looking back on Saturday night, I’ve been trying to distill everyone there (sans myself, of course) down to one word. In some cases, the word was obvious and came to me immediately. In others, it took thinking and reflection. But I think I’ve finally done it.
Chris D.: Mystery
Craiggers: Tall
Dave S.: Brother
David: Bombastic
Enrickyticardo: Hairy
FDot: Giving
Jere: Unexpected
Kari: European
Sassy josh: Non-stop
And now, the explanations.
Chris D.: Mystery. Unfortunately, Chris D. and I didn’t have many opportunities to talk much, so I still don’t know much about him. I know he’s a great cameraman. I know he’s got more courage than I do cause he actually sang a solo. I know he’s very sweet cause he used his own money to buy a Metro card for Dave S. and I. And that’s about it. Hopefully, on a future visit to NYC, he and I can get to know each other a bit better.
Craiggers: Tall. I know, how boring, right? I should have been able to come up with something better than that, right? Craiggers IS absolutely as funny, witty, engaging, argyley, interesting and laugh inducing as you’d expect him to be. But when I think of him now, what first comes to my mind is his height. It’s rare for me to find someone taller than me (I’m 6’1”), especially by several inches. So that’s what made the biggest impression in my mind. Oh, that and that fact his penis is huge, but then we all already knew that.
Dave S.: Brother. It’s crazy, but this was only the second time he and I met in person, and just like the first time, it’s like we’ve knew each other for our entire lives, not just about 18 months or so. There was never during the four and a half days we spent together, and awkward moment. We shared a similar sense of humor and had each other laughing most of the time. We could almost finish each others’ sentences. I don’t know why we’re like that, but he felt like a brother to me.
David: Bombastic. (bombastic generally has a negative connotation to it, but that is not at ALL how I mean it. I could not come up with a better word, and just the sound of it, BOMBASTIC, sounds SO David-like) David, I discovered, is like a force of nature. As soon as he swept into the room, he owned it. He got us all singing, when prior to his arrival, we all kinda just stood there watching the stupid anime movie. He took charge of the events for the evening, and got us where we needed to go, if not by the most direct path. He kept things going and kept the same level of energy the whole evening. He was our leader, and we, his kittens in need of herding.
Enrickyricardo: Hairy. Yeah, this is boring too. I wanted to get something more telling, but, somewhat like Chris D., Enrickyricardo and I didn’t really have a chance to talk. Oh sure we sang a duet to “Sara’ (which was THE perfect choice), but that was pretty much it. So I go with Hairy. Not that I think he’s a particularly hairy person in general, but with the full beard and the stylish mop of hair on his head, when I think of him, I see hair. Maybe after another trip to NYC, I’ll be able to get a more insightful word for him.
FDot: Selfless. This man gives and gives and gives. First, he thought to ask me to come up for the get together. Then he drove into NYC TWICE to hang out with us. And he spent a goodly portion of both days running around NYC wearing his little feet down to the ankles (or was that just me?). And he bought supper for Dave S and I the last night there in a wonderful Italian restaurant. He was all about giving of his time and himself to make sure we have the wonderful weekend that we did.
Jere: Unexpected. From Jere’s blog, I had the impression of someone who didn’t smile much, was somewhat dour, who was very passionate about his beliefs and interests, but sometimes, people like that can cross over into obsession and a tunnel vision thinking about only their obsessions. However, I was very pleasantly surprised to see I couldn’t have been more wrong. Oh, Jere is passionate about his interests, but not with an intensity that overrules everything else. And he has such a dry sense of humor and razor sharp wit. His timing is impeccable when it comes to a one liner or zinger, and he almost constantly had me laughing. It was unexpected, but in an extremely enjoyable way.
Kari: European. Kari has a very European demeanor, look, and feel (not that I felt him, unfortunately) about him. I in no way mean this to be an insult, I find it fascinating. He’s tall (again, taller than me), blond, attractive, lean, well dressed, but those aren’t necessarily European qualities. Those coupled with the way he carries himself, and speaks, and his whole personality made it obvious he wasn’t American. That’s a compliment by the way, cause I think that’s fascinating. But again, unfortunately, we didn’t get a chance to talk much, so I’m added him to my list of people to talk to next NYC trip!
Sassy josh: Non-Stop. Oh my God, think hyper poodle puppy on crack. But in a good way. Sassy josh has a level of energy and intensity I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. And yeah, he’s a bit hard to follow in conversation (or at least was for me sometimes) but what he was saying drew me in and made me WANT to follow it. He’s funny, with a very interesting speech pattern including different languages, excessive z’s, different voices and tones, and endless subject matter. Someone again, I would have liked to have spent more time with getting to know, despite the difficulty in keeping up with him, both in speech and energy. And he’s added to that list as well.
These are, of course, just MY takes on people, I would assume others that were there would have different words for the participants. And if any of you want to try you hand, feel free to leave a comment. Or just tell me where you differ with my thoughts. Tell me where I’m wrong or right. And is there anyone on YOUR list that who you didn’t have time to get to know this meeting?
POLT Listening to "Monkey Gone To Heaven" by The Pixies
Hey, Cameron. You realize if we played by the rules right now we'd be in gym? - Ferris, Ferris Buellers' Day Off
Chris D.: Mystery
Craiggers: Tall
Dave S.: Brother
David: Bombastic
Enrickyticardo: Hairy
FDot: Giving
Jere: Unexpected
Kari: European
Sassy josh: Non-stop
And now, the explanations.
Chris D.: Mystery. Unfortunately, Chris D. and I didn’t have many opportunities to talk much, so I still don’t know much about him. I know he’s a great cameraman. I know he’s got more courage than I do cause he actually sang a solo. I know he’s very sweet cause he used his own money to buy a Metro card for Dave S. and I. And that’s about it. Hopefully, on a future visit to NYC, he and I can get to know each other a bit better.
Craiggers: Tall. I know, how boring, right? I should have been able to come up with something better than that, right? Craiggers IS absolutely as funny, witty, engaging, argyley, interesting and laugh inducing as you’d expect him to be. But when I think of him now, what first comes to my mind is his height. It’s rare for me to find someone taller than me (I’m 6’1”), especially by several inches. So that’s what made the biggest impression in my mind. Oh, that and that fact his penis is huge, but then we all already knew that.
Dave S.: Brother. It’s crazy, but this was only the second time he and I met in person, and just like the first time, it’s like we’ve knew each other for our entire lives, not just about 18 months or so. There was never during the four and a half days we spent together, and awkward moment. We shared a similar sense of humor and had each other laughing most of the time. We could almost finish each others’ sentences. I don’t know why we’re like that, but he felt like a brother to me.
David: Bombastic. (bombastic generally has a negative connotation to it, but that is not at ALL how I mean it. I could not come up with a better word, and just the sound of it, BOMBASTIC, sounds SO David-like) David, I discovered, is like a force of nature. As soon as he swept into the room, he owned it. He got us all singing, when prior to his arrival, we all kinda just stood there watching the stupid anime movie. He took charge of the events for the evening, and got us where we needed to go, if not by the most direct path. He kept things going and kept the same level of energy the whole evening. He was our leader, and we, his kittens in need of herding.
Enrickyricardo: Hairy. Yeah, this is boring too. I wanted to get something more telling, but, somewhat like Chris D., Enrickyricardo and I didn’t really have a chance to talk. Oh sure we sang a duet to “Sara’ (which was THE perfect choice), but that was pretty much it. So I go with Hairy. Not that I think he’s a particularly hairy person in general, but with the full beard and the stylish mop of hair on his head, when I think of him, I see hair. Maybe after another trip to NYC, I’ll be able to get a more insightful word for him.
FDot: Selfless. This man gives and gives and gives. First, he thought to ask me to come up for the get together. Then he drove into NYC TWICE to hang out with us. And he spent a goodly portion of both days running around NYC wearing his little feet down to the ankles (or was that just me?). And he bought supper for Dave S and I the last night there in a wonderful Italian restaurant. He was all about giving of his time and himself to make sure we have the wonderful weekend that we did.
Jere: Unexpected. From Jere’s blog, I had the impression of someone who didn’t smile much, was somewhat dour, who was very passionate about his beliefs and interests, but sometimes, people like that can cross over into obsession and a tunnel vision thinking about only their obsessions. However, I was very pleasantly surprised to see I couldn’t have been more wrong. Oh, Jere is passionate about his interests, but not with an intensity that overrules everything else. And he has such a dry sense of humor and razor sharp wit. His timing is impeccable when it comes to a one liner or zinger, and he almost constantly had me laughing. It was unexpected, but in an extremely enjoyable way.
Kari: European. Kari has a very European demeanor, look, and feel (not that I felt him, unfortunately) about him. I in no way mean this to be an insult, I find it fascinating. He’s tall (again, taller than me), blond, attractive, lean, well dressed, but those aren’t necessarily European qualities. Those coupled with the way he carries himself, and speaks, and his whole personality made it obvious he wasn’t American. That’s a compliment by the way, cause I think that’s fascinating. But again, unfortunately, we didn’t get a chance to talk much, so I’m added him to my list of people to talk to next NYC trip!
Sassy josh: Non-Stop. Oh my God, think hyper poodle puppy on crack. But in a good way. Sassy josh has a level of energy and intensity I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. And yeah, he’s a bit hard to follow in conversation (or at least was for me sometimes) but what he was saying drew me in and made me WANT to follow it. He’s funny, with a very interesting speech pattern including different languages, excessive z’s, different voices and tones, and endless subject matter. Someone again, I would have liked to have spent more time with getting to know, despite the difficulty in keeping up with him, both in speech and energy. And he’s added to that list as well.
These are, of course, just MY takes on people, I would assume others that were there would have different words for the participants. And if any of you want to try you hand, feel free to leave a comment. Or just tell me where you differ with my thoughts. Tell me where I’m wrong or right. And is there anyone on YOUR list that who you didn’t have time to get to know this meeting?
POLT Listening to "Monkey Gone To Heaven" by The Pixies
Hey, Cameron. You realize if we played by the rules right now we'd be in gym? - Ferris, Ferris Buellers' Day Off
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what...
Here's Part 2 of Chris D.'s awesomely well filmed Puntabulous Karaoke Night (feat. the rapping stylings of the bald, in need of s shave, white, male Lil Kim [aka Jere] and feat. ALL of us reaching for our own inner Miley Cyrus)!
POLT
POLT
Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 184)...
Once more, kids, it's time for....
Well, as you may have read, this past weekend I spent in New York City! I had an awesome time meeting up with a whole passel (a passel apparently equals 9) of New York area bloggers. There was karaoke, laughter, drinking, eating, two different times of trapsing through Manhattan, a subway ride, an Asian restaurant, more drinking, more laughing, and more talking than you can shake a dead cat at. However, none of that is the subject of my HNT this week.
The day after all the festivities, I spent still in New York, walking all over the freakin' island (or at least it seemed that way) with two awesome friends as my tour guides. We ended up going to Central Park, and spending quite a bit of time walking around there.
But I figured, since I was in Central Park, I might as well get an HNT we were there. So I jumped in the grass of Central Park and snapped a photo of my feet. And I prompty got harrassed for it being not really Half naked, that it was in fact NON-naked. So, to shut them up, I jumped BACK in the grass, lifted a pantsleg and took this photo:
And there were people walking by...but I figured, it's Central Park, after all. I'm certain they've seen stranger things than a guy taking a photo of his feet with his pants leg pulled up. And if not, if they just wait about ten minutes, I'm sure they will.
To see what others put up, click http://osbasso.blogspot.com/
POLT Listening to "Girls On Film" by Duran Duran
He's a boy. He's, you know, half finished. Like a charcoal sketch. - Paul Reidinger, The City Kid
Well, as you may have read, this past weekend I spent in New York City! I had an awesome time meeting up with a whole passel (a passel apparently equals 9) of New York area bloggers. There was karaoke, laughter, drinking, eating, two different times of trapsing through Manhattan, a subway ride, an Asian restaurant, more drinking, more laughing, and more talking than you can shake a dead cat at. However, none of that is the subject of my HNT this week.The day after all the festivities, I spent still in New York, walking all over the freakin' island (or at least it seemed that way) with two awesome friends as my tour guides. We ended up going to Central Park, and spending quite a bit of time walking around there.
But I figured, since I was in Central Park, I might as well get an HNT we were there. So I jumped in the grass of Central Park and snapped a photo of my feet. And I prompty got harrassed for it being not really Half naked, that it was in fact NON-naked. So, to shut them up, I jumped BACK in the grass, lifted a pantsleg and took this photo:
And there were people walking by...but I figured, it's Central Park, after all. I'm certain they've seen stranger things than a guy taking a photo of his feet with his pants leg pulled up. And if not, if they just wait about ten minutes, I'm sure they will.
To see what others put up, click http://osbasso.blogspot.com/
POLT Listening to "Girls On Film" by Duran Duran
He's a boy. He's, you know, half finished. Like a charcoal sketch. - Paul Reidinger, The City Kid
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