Yesterday, I spent with A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking. We left the house at 8:00am (God, I was up that early on a Sunday....unbelievable) and drove to York PA and then to Lancaster PA. We were Christmas shopping. We hit three malls, two Borders bookstores, and one Chilis (for lunch). As we left, I told him I wasn't sure what I would be getting, and he said he was just along for the ride. But in the end, I only bought a book, some CDs and some Christmas decorations...all for me. Nothing for anyone else. He went a little nuts on buying things for his girls: a Dora Kitchen, two sets of roller skates, a stuffed Boots monkey doll, a Princess toy box with clothes and stuff in it...and other stuff I can't remember. Thank goodness Miss Cleo has a big trunk. He also got something for his wife (who from here on forever more shall be called Butters, for hilarious reasons that I'll not go into), but I'm not saying what it is, cause I'm not gonna ruin the surprise on the off chance she actually comes here.
Today, I slept in a bit (9:00, i think). I piddled around here before going to the Post Office to mail some things and get Christmas stamps for the Christmas cards, to the Credit Union to deposit some money, and to Wal-Mart for a few more things. In the afternoon, I took a nap, the first one in quite some time. Also did some laundry this afternoon. In the evening, I walked to Waynesburger for supper.
Following this, I put the Christmas tree up. I just bought it earlier this month. It comes in three sections. I put the first section in the stand, but when I pulled the 2nd one out, I thought it was supposed to go first. So I took the first one out, put the 2nd one in, and realized it was the 2nd and not the 1st. So out came the 2nd, in went the first, then the second and then the third. And then I spent more time 'fluffing' out the various limbs on the branches than I had spent putting it together. I'm gonna HATE taking it down, I can see that right now.
I put the strand of purple beads on a bought, and realized it wasn't enough. So tomorrow after work, Mom and I are going shopping. For more of those beads and for something to put at the to of the tree. I've decided to put the old, smaller tree I used in the apartment up as well, but in the upstairs front bedroom. And this one, I'm decorating up for the Dallas Cowboys. My cousin got me a set of six candy cane shaped ornaments all decked out in Cowboys stuff. And last night, I also bought a Dallas ornament. (I also got a Dallas Cowboys Santa Hat, and a Dallas Cowboys throw pillow, but they're not going on the tree) So I need to go get some blue, grey or white lights, and a star and some tinsel or garland or something for that tree.
So, even though I've not been posting a lot over the weekend, I've not been just lazing around (though there's nothing wrong with that!). I've actually been busy!
POLT Listening to the Patriots-Saints football game
Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please. - Mark Twain
Monday, November 30, 2009
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 228)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
This week's theme: Tats!
POLT Listening to "Only You" by Yaz
Gays supporting Republicans are like chickens supporting Colonel Sanders
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Let's get unconscious honey (Part 185)...
UNCONSCIOUS MUTTERINGS
These come each week from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/I say ... and you think ... ?
MacGyver :: Paper clip, rubber band, duct tape = nuclear bomb
Garter :: Bride
Wedge :: Underwear
Inches :: Feet
Code :: Morse
Water :: Falls
Running :: Breathless
Curly :: Three Stooges
Turkey :: Arabs
Stupor :: Drunk
POLT Listening to the Steelers-Ravens football game
Everybody's journal is individual. If you fall in love with a boy, you fall in love with a boy. THe fact that many Americans consider if a disease says more about them than it does about homosexuality. - James Baldwin
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Any way the wind blows....
If you have not yet seen this, you absolutely MUST! And I dare ya not to laugh at least once.
Watch for the Enrico (aka Beaker) parts....hiLARious!
POLT
Watch for the Enrico (aka Beaker) parts....hiLARious!
POLT
Friday, November 27, 2009
What I need right now is some good advice, please (Part 3)...
Barker's Bits Of Puppy Philosophy
POLT Listening to "It's The End Of The World As We Know It" by R.E.M.
"Every kitchen needs a crucifix." "Nothing says food like a bleeding half-naked Jew nailed to a piece of wood!" - Stewie, The Family Guy
I'll not forget these gifts to me...
Today, I got my birthday card from Michelle M., and since it's from her, you KNOW it oozed awesomeness! It was a purple envelope with little stickers on it of some purple cartoon characters. Inside was a card that was, of course, purple, but it had like a purple lacey looking stuff design on it, giving it an antique feel, and elegant writing on it. There was so much purpleness, I almost overdosed on purple. But purple so awesome, you could never OD on it, thank God!!!
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After work, I stopped at the grocery store. I have one of those canvas bags I take in and fill up, saving the enviornment, that's me. Anyway, I got milk, some cans of soup and couple other items, but it was a bit heavy. I got in my car on the drivers' side and lifted the bag up and across the seat to put it on the passengers side floor. But as I did, and as I said it was a bit heavy, I grunted and actually said, in my head, "Wow, that's really heavycopterz." HONESTLY! And then I just kinda sat there and stared ahead, gobsmacked that I actually thought that way! Sassy-josh-speak has infected that little voice in my head!
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I also tonight watched the latest Dr. Who "The Waters Of Mars", thanks be to FDot for sending me the DVD of it. I gotta tell you, I quite liked it. Yeah, it was just a setup for the next one, but it was a damn fine setup! I was right with the Doctor as he was being torn apart, watching them trying to escape, but knowing the outcome. Once again, the ending was a bit too much Deux Ex Machina, but it didn't ruin it for me. Still, all in all, a great emotional episode. And it shows once again just how crappy American TV is in comparison to British TV. If only Hollywood was capable of making something like this, instead of the mindless fluff they endlessly churn out.
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Had to work today. Kinda sucks, in that it was a holiday for most people at work, but it was a positive cause now I have a holiday I can take whenever I damn well please. Wake up one morning, don't feel like going to work, I'll call in and take my Day After Thanksgiving and go back to sleep. I did get to deal with a 19 year old veteran who has lost the lower have of one leg and has a prosthetic one. I tell you, nothing brings the world back into focus like someone who could be your son that's been maimed in war and bears the scars, physical and emotional and possibly psychological of it. Man, I really felt for the kid. I felt so helpless, cause I wanted to do something to help him, but what I could do was extremely limited. Poor kid.
Something like that clarifies the fact that your life isn't as horrible and angst filled as you sometimes may think it is.
POLT Listening to "15 Step" by Radiohead
Don't accept candy from strangers; get real estate.
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After work, I stopped at the grocery store. I have one of those canvas bags I take in and fill up, saving the enviornment, that's me. Anyway, I got milk, some cans of soup and couple other items, but it was a bit heavy. I got in my car on the drivers' side and lifted the bag up and across the seat to put it on the passengers side floor. But as I did, and as I said it was a bit heavy, I grunted and actually said, in my head, "Wow, that's really heavycopterz." HONESTLY! And then I just kinda sat there and stared ahead, gobsmacked that I actually thought that way! Sassy-josh-speak has infected that little voice in my head!
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I also tonight watched the latest Dr. Who "The Waters Of Mars", thanks be to FDot for sending me the DVD of it. I gotta tell you, I quite liked it. Yeah, it was just a setup for the next one, but it was a damn fine setup! I was right with the Doctor as he was being torn apart, watching them trying to escape, but knowing the outcome. Once again, the ending was a bit too much Deux Ex Machina, but it didn't ruin it for me. Still, all in all, a great emotional episode. And it shows once again just how crappy American TV is in comparison to British TV. If only Hollywood was capable of making something like this, instead of the mindless fluff they endlessly churn out.
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Had to work today. Kinda sucks, in that it was a holiday for most people at work, but it was a positive cause now I have a holiday I can take whenever I damn well please. Wake up one morning, don't feel like going to work, I'll call in and take my Day After Thanksgiving and go back to sleep. I did get to deal with a 19 year old veteran who has lost the lower have of one leg and has a prosthetic one. I tell you, nothing brings the world back into focus like someone who could be your son that's been maimed in war and bears the scars, physical and emotional and possibly psychological of it. Man, I really felt for the kid. I felt so helpless, cause I wanted to do something to help him, but what I could do was extremely limited. Poor kid.
Something like that clarifies the fact that your life isn't as horrible and angst filled as you sometimes may think it is.
POLT Listening to "15 Step" by Radiohead
Don't accept candy from strangers; get real estate.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Give thanks and breathe it in...
So I got to sleep in a bit this morning, that's always good. We have a big family reunion on Thanksgiving each year. We rent out a community center and about 50-60 of us show up. One relative figures out each year what each person should bring. Several someones bring turkeys, others bring mashed potatos, corn, sweet potatos, etc. That way, you only have to cook one thing, and not the whole meal. My assignment was to bring three packs of brown and serve rolls...yeah, that's tough.
The food was, as always, awesome. Then I spent a few hours marveling at how big some of my cousins are getting now, and also harrassing them. I enjoy the second part the most. But it's all good natured fun, they seem to enjoy it. They harass back, somewhat, but I'm much MUCH more experienced at it. Things like I convinced my one cousin his middle name was actually Allen and not Michael, and I kept trying to steal the cherries out of one of my cousin's fruit salad. That sorta stuff.
Afterwards, I showed my house to two cousins and their families, one who lives in Baltimore, the other in Hershey; this was the first time they were back since I moved in. Then, I settled in to watch the Dallas Cowboys win thier game. YAY. 8-3 is an awesome feeling.
And while I did so, I did my yearly tradition and filled out all my Christmas cards. I won't be mailing them right away, but at least they're done. I prepared 52 of them! I had no idea I had that many people on my Christmas list! But what I think is really cool is that, outside of the general ara in which I live, I'm sending cards to West Virginia; Baltimore; the Harrisburg PA area; the State College PA area; the Reading area in PA; Manchester England; Minnesota; upstate NY; New York City; New Jersey; Los Angeles Cal; central Virginia; Michigan; Florida; Canada; Columbus Ohio; San Diego Cal; Long Island; and Philadelphia PA! It amazes me every year to think of how many people I know far and wide around the country and indeed to world.
Now, I'll watch a bit of the Giants-Broncos football game before going to bed. I have to work tomorrow, so no sleeping in for me then.
All in all, not a bad day...in fact, a pretty damn sweet day. I hope yours was good as well.
POLT Listening to the Giants-Broncos football game
"Do you expect me to talk?" "No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die!" - Auric Goldfinger, Goldfinger
The food was, as always, awesome. Then I spent a few hours marveling at how big some of my cousins are getting now, and also harrassing them. I enjoy the second part the most. But it's all good natured fun, they seem to enjoy it. They harass back, somewhat, but I'm much MUCH more experienced at it. Things like I convinced my one cousin his middle name was actually Allen and not Michael, and I kept trying to steal the cherries out of one of my cousin's fruit salad. That sorta stuff.
Afterwards, I showed my house to two cousins and their families, one who lives in Baltimore, the other in Hershey; this was the first time they were back since I moved in. Then, I settled in to watch the Dallas Cowboys win thier game. YAY. 8-3 is an awesome feeling.
And while I did so, I did my yearly tradition and filled out all my Christmas cards. I won't be mailing them right away, but at least they're done. I prepared 52 of them! I had no idea I had that many people on my Christmas list! But what I think is really cool is that, outside of the general ara in which I live, I'm sending cards to West Virginia; Baltimore; the Harrisburg PA area; the State College PA area; the Reading area in PA; Manchester England; Minnesota; upstate NY; New York City; New Jersey; Los Angeles Cal; central Virginia; Michigan; Florida; Canada; Columbus Ohio; San Diego Cal; Long Island; and Philadelphia PA! It amazes me every year to think of how many people I know far and wide around the country and indeed to world.
Now, I'll watch a bit of the Giants-Broncos football game before going to bed. I have to work tomorrow, so no sleeping in for me then.
All in all, not a bad day...in fact, a pretty damn sweet day. I hope yours was good as well.
POLT Listening to the Giants-Broncos football game
"Do you expect me to talk?" "No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die!" - Auric Goldfinger, Goldfinger
Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 189)...
Once more, it's time for...
So yesterday, November 25th, was my birthday. At my age, though, that doesn't make it any much different than any other day. Still, I thought I should make this week's HNT somehow link to that 'special' day. So, here we go...
Can you guess what age I turned?
To see what others put up, click http://osbasso.blogspot.com/
POLT Listening to "Sally Cinnamon" by The Stone Roses
"Can you keep a secret?" "I'm the Fort Knox of secrets." - Clark Kent, Smallville
So yesterday, November 25th, was my birthday. At my age, though, that doesn't make it any much different than any other day. Still, I thought I should make this week's HNT somehow link to that 'special' day. So, here we go...
Can you guess what age I turned?
To see what others put up, click http://osbasso.blogspot.com/
POLT Listening to "Sally Cinnamon" by The Stone Roses
"Can you keep a secret?" "I'm the Fort Knox of secrets." - Clark Kent, Smallville
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Help her lose, those happy birthday blues...
So you may have heard today was my 42nd birthday. Whoopie. Having a birthday doesn't really hold a lot of excitement for me. Because of my diabetes medication, I really can't drink more than two beers without beginning to feel sick. Going out to eat isn't a big deal anymore, as mom and I do it frequently. And getting older doesn't hold the fascination it did 25 years ago or so.
Still, nonetheless, I did get over 30 birthday wishes on Facebook alone. I got 4 cards in the mail, having already gotten two yesterday. I know I'll get a few more tomorrow at the big Thanksgiving meal we have. And I'll probably even get one or two on Friday. Mom gave me my birthday gift, which I picked out at Sam's myself two weeks ago. I found something there called the DC Vault, and it's all about the history of DC comics, my favorite comic book company, and since it 20 dollars cheaper there than in other stores, I mentioned that to her, and she said she'd get it for me for my birthday. So no surprises there, but still, its pretty cool to have.
At work today, i took the following photo of my phone:
Hopefully you can see today's date, and the time shown is 2:02 pm. This is the exact time I was born, so I grabbed the photo. Also, in the evening, mom and I went out to eat, she picked up the meal. We went to a buffet, and for dessert I got the following:
Yeah, a bit of vanilla ice cream, with sprinkles, and a small slice of apple cobbler. I'm not a fan of cake anyway, much prefer pie. And cobbler, if done right, is pretty damn good too. And this was.
So what's my gift to myself? Since i don't have to work tomorrow, and since we're not leaving to go to the big Thanksgiving meal until 10:45, my gift to myself is sleeping in. Yay.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow everyone!
POLT Listening to "Gravity" by Embrace
"Christ, didn't you get enough last night?" "There is no such thing as enough." - Brian, Queer As Folk
Still, nonetheless, I did get over 30 birthday wishes on Facebook alone. I got 4 cards in the mail, having already gotten two yesterday. I know I'll get a few more tomorrow at the big Thanksgiving meal we have. And I'll probably even get one or two on Friday. Mom gave me my birthday gift, which I picked out at Sam's myself two weeks ago. I found something there called the DC Vault, and it's all about the history of DC comics, my favorite comic book company, and since it 20 dollars cheaper there than in other stores, I mentioned that to her, and she said she'd get it for me for my birthday. So no surprises there, but still, its pretty cool to have.
At work today, i took the following photo of my phone:
Hopefully you can see today's date, and the time shown is 2:02 pm. This is the exact time I was born, so I grabbed the photo. Also, in the evening, mom and I went out to eat, she picked up the meal. We went to a buffet, and for dessert I got the following:
Yeah, a bit of vanilla ice cream, with sprinkles, and a small slice of apple cobbler. I'm not a fan of cake anyway, much prefer pie. And cobbler, if done right, is pretty damn good too. And this was.
So what's my gift to myself? Since i don't have to work tomorrow, and since we're not leaving to go to the big Thanksgiving meal until 10:45, my gift to myself is sleeping in. Yay.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow everyone!
POLT Listening to "Gravity" by Embrace
"Christ, didn't you get enough last night?" "There is no such thing as enough." - Brian, Queer As Folk
Every party, he stands alone, in viewing them the rest...
Last night, I went to a viewing. A coworker’s son was killed in a car crash over the weekend. He was 27. I also knew him slightly through my work. At any rate, viewings are not pleasant situations, obviously. Nor ones associated with hilarity. But naturally, at this one something happened that cracked me up. (And I mean no disrespect to the deceased or his family, I am actually pretty upset about all that.)
I went with two other coworkers, Shannon and John. We all three walked in at the same time. Off to our left was the majority of the room and at the end of it, the casket. To our right was the back wall, with some chairs, sofas, etc set up along it. These were filled with young men and a young woman, all in their 20s. They were friends of deceased, and I don’t think they said a single word the entire time we were there.
So the three of us go up, view the casket, and then offer our condolences to the mother and step father. We kinda milled about then a bit as the step father, who’s also a co-worker, took us aside and talked to us a bit. During this, Shannon, suddenly just walks back to the girl sitting at the back of the room. She bends down and gives the girl a big hug, says a few words and then comes back to the two of us (the step-father having gone back to his wife).
John asked her, “Who was that?” And she said, “It was Katie.” Katie is the sister of the deceased. “She was back there all alone, and no one was comforting her, and I thought someone should acknowledge her suffering.” John asked what they talked about and Shannon said, “I just hugged her and told her if she needed anything, anything at all, to just let me know.” “And what did she say?” John asked. “She said okay. Why?”
And John told her that he didn’t think that was Katie. And Shannon was like, “Of course that’s Katie. She’s the right height, and skinny, and has that long brown hair in a ponytail.” So John conceded it probably was, cause he didn’t know Katie that well.
And of course, at just that moment, Katie, the real Katie, walked in. Shannon’s eyes bugged out and she kinda murmured “K…K…Katie?” And John snickered, and I had to leave the room.
Oh man, did we laugh about this all the way home. I’m still chuckling just trying to imagine what that girl, the Not Katie thought when Shannon was saying all that too her.
POLT Listening to "Birdhouse In Your Soul" by They Might Be Giants
I went with two other coworkers, Shannon and John. We all three walked in at the same time. Off to our left was the majority of the room and at the end of it, the casket. To our right was the back wall, with some chairs, sofas, etc set up along it. These were filled with young men and a young woman, all in their 20s. They were friends of deceased, and I don’t think they said a single word the entire time we were there.
So the three of us go up, view the casket, and then offer our condolences to the mother and step father. We kinda milled about then a bit as the step father, who’s also a co-worker, took us aside and talked to us a bit. During this, Shannon, suddenly just walks back to the girl sitting at the back of the room. She bends down and gives the girl a big hug, says a few words and then comes back to the two of us (the step-father having gone back to his wife).
John asked her, “Who was that?” And she said, “It was Katie.” Katie is the sister of the deceased. “She was back there all alone, and no one was comforting her, and I thought someone should acknowledge her suffering.” John asked what they talked about and Shannon said, “I just hugged her and told her if she needed anything, anything at all, to just let me know.” “And what did she say?” John asked. “She said okay. Why?”
And John told her that he didn’t think that was Katie. And Shannon was like, “Of course that’s Katie. She’s the right height, and skinny, and has that long brown hair in a ponytail.” So John conceded it probably was, cause he didn’t know Katie that well.
And of course, at just that moment, Katie, the real Katie, walked in. Shannon’s eyes bugged out and she kinda murmured “K…K…Katie?” And John snickered, and I had to leave the room.
Oh man, did we laugh about this all the way home. I’m still chuckling just trying to imagine what that girl, the Not Katie thought when Shannon was saying all that too her.
POLT Listening to "Birdhouse In Your Soul" by They Might Be Giants
Bring on the drama, oh mama, that's trauma (Part 3)...
And now, a very special Polt's Dramatic Readings In Billboard History.
POLT Listening to "Infra-Red" by Placebo
The Bible contains 6 admonishments to homosexuals and 362 to heterosexuals. This doesn't mean God doesn't love heterosexuals. It's just that they need more supervision. - Lynn Lamar
POLT Listening to "Infra-Red" by Placebo
The Bible contains 6 admonishments to homosexuals and 362 to heterosexuals. This doesn't mean God doesn't love heterosexuals. It's just that they need more supervision. - Lynn Lamar
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
An utterance, information, don't mince words (Part
TMI Tuesdays
1. Is there an entertaining story attached to (women) your first bra / (men) your first jockstrap? There really isn't. I never actually had to buy a jockstrap for school, as I was in no sports and didn't really do all that much in gym class either. I did buy one later, cause a guy I was seeing was into guys in jockstraps, but that's a whole other kind of tale.
2. Is there a story to (women) your first try at bralessness /(men) your first encounter with bralessness? Presumably, my first encounter with bralessness was when mom was breastfeeding me, which, while there might a a story there somewhere, I don't remember it, nor really want to.
3. How about your first time going commando? Sorry, no great story here. I usually wore underwear and then as a kid, like ten or so, I heard guys in school talk about doing it, so I tried it one day. Felt weird. That's my story.
4. Or your first discovery of lack-of-underpants in another? I remember in middle school, in gym class once, as we were changing after gym, the guy at the locker next to me, Andy, when he got back from the shower and dried off, just pulled his jeans on without any underwear. All the rest of the day, I was kinda turned on thinking that he didn't have any underwear on, it was rebellious, and exotic to me..at least at that age. Kind of like a naughty secret that only we both knew. Although, I we never talked about it, and i don't even kow that he knew I knew. And hell, at 13, practically anything and everything got me kinda turned on, so this was no different in that respect than any other day.
5. Any other good underwear-related tales to tell? Not specifically, but a good pair of underwear on a hot guy is always great. And it's better once the underwear is off him. Ba-dum-DUM!
POLT
Teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars, hey...
This past week, I started and finished the book "Snuff". Corey was reading it and recommended it to me. SO when I finished the last Torchwood book, I started Snuff. It's written by Chuck Palahniuk. I've not read anything by him before, although Corey has raved about him before. I did see "Fight Club" but movies aren't always like the books. And Corey gave me a rough idea what the plot was, which intrigued me. But overall, I had no idea what to expect.
My opinion: I'm pretty apathetic about it. I mean, I can't rave about it, but I can't say I didn't like it either. Thus my ambivalence.
The writing style was...well, it kinda turned me off. I mean, it was told from 4 different perspectives of the same events. And each person was written in a different voice a different manner, so that was very well done. It was an easy read, it went quickly. I mean, it was less than 200 pages, in large-ish print. And the situation itself was...unique to say the least. And there were three very big surprises at the end that I didn't see coming. Oh, two of them, I figured out about three sentences before they were revealed, but all three of them caught me unawares. It wasn't something that I saw coming from two chapters ahead. And I love it when that sort of thing happens.
But still...I don't know. Overall, I'm just really rather...meh about it all. If someone's interested in reading it, I'd tell them to do it, they'll at least read about something new and unique. But I can't really recommend it in general.
POLT Listening to "Creep" by Radiohead
Bart, don't make fun of grad students. They just made a bad life choice. - Marge, The Simpsons
My opinion: I'm pretty apathetic about it. I mean, I can't rave about it, but I can't say I didn't like it either. Thus my ambivalence.
The writing style was...well, it kinda turned me off. I mean, it was told from 4 different perspectives of the same events. And each person was written in a different voice a different manner, so that was very well done. It was an easy read, it went quickly. I mean, it was less than 200 pages, in large-ish print. And the situation itself was...unique to say the least. And there were three very big surprises at the end that I didn't see coming. Oh, two of them, I figured out about three sentences before they were revealed, but all three of them caught me unawares. It wasn't something that I saw coming from two chapters ahead. And I love it when that sort of thing happens.
But still...I don't know. Overall, I'm just really rather...meh about it all. If someone's interested in reading it, I'd tell them to do it, they'll at least read about something new and unique. But I can't really recommend it in general.
POLT Listening to "Creep" by Radiohead
Bart, don't make fun of grad students. They just made a bad life choice. - Marge, The Simpsons
Monday, November 23, 2009
What I need right now is some good advice, please (Part 2)...
Barker's Bits Of Puppy Philosophy
Barker says....
POLT Listening to "Dancin Queen" by ABBA
You're not too smart, are you? I like that in a man. - Kathleen Turner, Body Heat
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 227)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
This week's theme is just some guy named RJ, who's got some pretty awesome nipples.
POLT Listening to "Only The Lonely" by The Motels
And for everyone's safety and security, and to preserve our way of life, I'm taking a drastic step and putting up a security camera. Just one...for safety, security, and omnipresent, unblinking information gathering of everyone's actions! - Harvey Bridman, Attorney At Law
Sunday, November 22, 2009
I'm stressin', watching tv in my hotel suite...
So, on the same night I locked myself out of my house in the rain (and I remembered to take a photo of myself once I reached the car...soaking wet and unhappy), I also got piece of happiness in the mail: my packet from the Nielson company!
So for the next week, I'm a Nielsen family, deciding what everyone gets to watch, or something. All that really was inside was a TV diary and 5 crisp new one dollar bills for my trouble.
The thing is, it figures that this is not a normal week for me. Friday night, after work, I went to The ParisPekings for a meal and a movie, so I watched no tv. And Saturday after work, I went with Michelle to see Suessical in Hagerstown, so I wasn't home. Today, A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking pulled me away from the football I normally watch to go eat at Buffalo Wild Wings. And tomorrow, I'm working for a co-worker, so I won't be home during the day on Monday with the tv on most of the day like I normally do. I hope the fact that I'm not watching as much tv as I normally do is a held against me. I mean, I want to do this again, I don't want to just do it once and then have them choose someone else!
But I had great times away from the tv. We had a home cooked meal at the ParisPekings, and then watched the new Star Trek movie on Blu-Ray on their large, flat screen HD tv. My GOD, it was spellbinding...like I was in the theater...with the lights on, and no popcorn, and carpeting instead of sticky bare floor, no one talking behind me. Oh and before the movie, we watched the Smurf berries episode of South Park. Wasn't it awesome? I'm just a guy, asking questions...
And Suessical was a surprise, since it was a local amateur theather group. Most of them were kids or young adults, and they had fantastic voices! Michelle and I decided we'd go to more of the shows there.
And today, Buffalo Wild Wings...not my favorite place, I'm just not impressed with them. But hanging with ALCMDPP is always fun. And now I can't be up terribly late, cause I have to get up tomorrow to go to work, which sucks. But I'll enjoy it when the coworker I'm working for works a Saturday for me to make it up. Ssaturdays off without using vacation are always good.
POLT Listening to the Eagles-Bears football game
The arrival of children often means that sex will happne less often and in lower volumes.
So for the next week, I'm a Nielsen family, deciding what everyone gets to watch, or something. All that really was inside was a TV diary and 5 crisp new one dollar bills for my trouble.
The thing is, it figures that this is not a normal week for me. Friday night, after work, I went to The ParisPekings for a meal and a movie, so I watched no tv. And Saturday after work, I went with Michelle to see Suessical in Hagerstown, so I wasn't home. Today, A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking pulled me away from the football I normally watch to go eat at Buffalo Wild Wings. And tomorrow, I'm working for a co-worker, so I won't be home during the day on Monday with the tv on most of the day like I normally do. I hope the fact that I'm not watching as much tv as I normally do is a held against me. I mean, I want to do this again, I don't want to just do it once and then have them choose someone else!
But I had great times away from the tv. We had a home cooked meal at the ParisPekings, and then watched the new Star Trek movie on Blu-Ray on their large, flat screen HD tv. My GOD, it was spellbinding...like I was in the theater...with the lights on, and no popcorn, and carpeting instead of sticky bare floor, no one talking behind me. Oh and before the movie, we watched the Smurf berries episode of South Park. Wasn't it awesome? I'm just a guy, asking questions...
And Suessical was a surprise, since it was a local amateur theather group. Most of them were kids or young adults, and they had fantastic voices! Michelle and I decided we'd go to more of the shows there.
And today, Buffalo Wild Wings...not my favorite place, I'm just not impressed with them. But hanging with ALCMDPP is always fun. And now I can't be up terribly late, cause I have to get up tomorrow to go to work, which sucks. But I'll enjoy it when the coworker I'm working for works a Saturday for me to make it up. Ssaturdays off without using vacation are always good.
POLT Listening to the Eagles-Bears football game
The arrival of children often means that sex will happne less often and in lower volumes.
This mystery it cancels out my misery (Part 1)...
Mystery Google Answer Of The Day
From http://mysterygoogle.com/
I asked "Why is Josh trashy?" and the following response:
A youtube video entitled "taking the hobbits to isengard"
I know Sassy josh isn't terribly tall, but he's surely not a hobbit. Perhaps Mystery Google was confusing Sassy josh with Enrickyricardo, who is smaller of stature, has a very hirsute head and face, and is joined at the hip, almost Siamese twin wise, with Sassy josh.
The mistake is an easy one to make.
POLT Listening to "Football Night In America"
AH! I think I touched your uvula! - Polt
Let's get unconscious honey (Part 184)...
Unconscious Mutterings
These come from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/I say ... and you think ... ?
Marathon :: Runner
Debt :: Money
Turn :: Right
Image :: Hologram
Sofa :: Couch
Envelope :: Letter
Cart :: Horse
Process :: Cheese
Question :: Mark
Rumor :: False
POLT Listening to the Redskins-Cowboys game
You should call my mother's minister. He gives great head. - Brian, Queer As Folk
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Bits-N-Pieces
Earlier this week, I was in Sam’s. Inbetween buying my candy for work and Clairiton, I walked through the DVD’s and ended up getting Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, and whatever the number is of the Star Trek movie with the Next Generation where the Borg go back in time and assimilate earth. I got them because 1) they are really the only good Star Trek movies worth owning, 2) I did not already own them on DVD and 3) they were only $8.88 each. Can’t go wrong with that. However, I have yet to purchase the newest Star Trek movie on DVD, even though it came out this week as well.
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If you’re French kissing someone, with tongues moving all about, you’re getting your spit in their mouth and their spit in yours, and that’s a good thing, right? But if someone actually spits on you, not in mouth, just anywhere generally on your person, that’s a huge digusting insult. Why? (and why do I think of such stupid shit as this when I’m driving home from work?)
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I recently watched the movie Summer Storm and loved it. It’s a gay coming out, coming of age, German rowers story entirely in German, which doesn’t really sound all that interesting now that I read it that way. But the acting was extremely well done, not overacted or forced, and the situations were, if somewhat implausible at times, at least everyone acted in ways that made sense to me in those situations. Beautiful Thing is still my favorite coming out story, but this ranks pretty high on the list as well.
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Who knew that you could mail a banana from one side of the county and have it delivered to the opposite side of the country, and have it arrive? And arrive intact, if a little brown and mushy? And people complain about the US Postal Service! Please…
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I wrote all of these things down on a piece of scrap paper so I wouldn’t forget them when I did the next Bits-N-Pieces. But the next thing on the list, I wrote very quickly, and it’s a bit illegible, and I think it reads “beer taps in movies”…and I have no CLUE what the hell that means. I’m hoping that’s not actually what it says, cause I’ve totally forgotten what I was referring to if it is. I’d rather think my writing’s illegible than my memory’s going.
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I’m a huge Dallas Cowboys fan. I live in an area where the fanbase is generally Washington Redskins. These two teams are arch enemies and so are their fans (in the scope of football at least). This Sunday, the Cowboys are playing the Redskins. So, there’s this particular Redskins fan at work who has in the past loved to harass me about being a Dallas fan (he’s not saying too much this year, since the Redskins are sucking smelly donkey dick this year…tee hee…). At any rate, I made him a bet: whichever team loses on Sunday, their fan has to wear a hat of the winning team for an entire day at work. Man, I hope Dallas plays like a 6-3 teams and the Redskins play like a 3-6 team. I mean, having the wear the hat would be bad enough, but having to put up with the extra harassment would be worse. And either way, there WILL be picture taking involved…
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I recieved my final order from Borders this week as well: seasons 4 & 5 or The Kids In The Hall! Now I have all seasons of that series! And you may recall I got all seasons of Queer As Folk now, and I've HAD all seasons of The West Wing for a few years. Last year, during the months of July and August, I ended re-watching every episode in all 7 seasons of the West Wing. I had forgotten what an awesome series it was. Sometime soon, I should start a Queer As Folk rewatching as well. However, I think KITH should be viewed in shorter segments. Too much Canadian, crossdressing, Monty Python-esque humor at one time could cause your head to explode.
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And what would a Bits-N-Pieces be without a photo?
POLT Listening to "Breakin'" by The Music
You know how a car can be all rusted out on the outside but the interior and motor work just fine? Yeah, that's like tanning. - Tornwordo
Thursday, November 19, 2009
In the blue of evening, night winds above whisper...
Let me tell you about my afternoon and early evening. It's a long sordid tale, so bear with me, the setup takes a lil bit of time.
This morning, mom left on a bus trip to Nashville. Miss Cleo needed her oil changed, so since mom was out of town, I made the appointment for today, that way I could take mom's car to work. So last night, I dropped the car off at the mechanic and walked home (its only about a 20 minutes walk).
This morning, I got up, walked to mom's got her carkeys, got the car, and went to work. After work, I stopped at the mechnic, paid the bill, got my carkeys, and put them on my keychain. I drove mom's car to her place and put it in the garage. I was going to take her keys into her house, but I didn't want to get the dog all wound up if i wouldn't be staying. And I had to take the dog out and put her to bed tonight anyway, so I'd just take the keys up then.
So I walked home. It was sprinkling, but not a bad rain. I got home, got the mail, changed clothes, hung out a bit. Then, about 5:45, I decided I'd walk down to the mehanic's to get Miss Cleo. I got my iPod, and wallet. Got my phone and even my camera, cause you never know when I might want to take a photo. I got a sweatshirt with a hood, because I have two of those compact umbrellas, but both were in the car.
So I leave the house and start to walk. Because it's raining, I took my glasses off and put them in my pocket cause I didn't want to get them all wet. But I didn't want my keys to scratch the up, so I made sure the keys weren't that pocket. And indeed they weren't. In fact, they weren't in ANY of my pockets.
I had locked myself outside with the keys inside.
Okay, after a moment of panic, I thought, well, mom had a spare set, I'll just walk to her house to get them. I turned around and started back that way. Until I thought, 'Oh...I hope my house keys are NOT on her car keys, cause they're inside my house as well.' I called mom, and well, you guessed it, my spare key WAS on her keychain...which was inside my house with MY house keys. Oh, and I had a third spare key as well....but that was in a drawer in my kitchen.
So what does mom say, "Well, what are you going to do?" Well YEAH, what AM I going to do??? God love her grasp of the obvious. She mentioned a locksmith, which I had thought of, but said I didn't really pay for that if we had another key anywhere. But she said the only spare she had was on her car keys.
There's a hardware store just a block from my house, which mom reminded me of, so off I went there. I got there just as they were closing and asked them if they had a locksmith there. Nope, they say, but I could try calling the police. Fine, I got the police number (not gonna call 911 for something this stupid) and called. They could send an officer out, but did I have any second story windows open. I thought, "It's raining, idiot, why would any windows be open?" And then added, "I mean, unlocked, any windows unlocked." Okay, so he's not an idiot, but that doesn't change the fact I didn't have any open. Then he said they could kick the door open, that's about all they could do. Again, I'm thinking, "Oh that's swell, thanks. Not like I couldn't do that myself." And then suggested a locksmith. I literally slapped my forehead saying to myself, 'Gee, now why didn't I, or mom or the hardware store people think of that?" but I said ok, and hung up.
I went back into the hardware store and got the number for the town's only locksmith. I got his message, saying the business closed at 5:00. I still left my name, address and phone number. And then I called mom and told her. She said, "Well, if nothing else you can spend the night at my house (she has a key hidden outside, and I know where that is) and then take my car to work tomorrow." I told i couldn't take her car to work tomorrow. She said, "yeah, I've got a spare garage key in the house." "But you only have one set of car keys, and they're IN MY HOUSE!" "oh yeah." *SIGH*
So I started back towards her house, when the locksmith called. He said he'd be at my place in 30 minutes. So I changed direction yet AGAIN and walked back to my house. I sat on the front porch and waited. I called mom to tell her what was going on now. Less then 15 minutes later, the locksmith showed up. Him getting to my house early was the only good thing about the whole night.
So he sees the lock and kinda groans, "Oh, it's an old Corban." he says the lock is probably fromthe 1940s, and very sturdy, which is good for me the owner, but bad for him the locksmith. I was worried he might not be able to do it, but he said he should, it would just take longer. Fifteen minutes later, he says he can through the first three (or something like that) but it doesnt' want to turn to the left. He said he can drill it, if I want him too. Well, what else am i gonna do, I need in my house right?
So he gets his drill, drills it. he says he didn't bring a new lock with him, but he has them at the shop and can bring one tomorrow. He opens at 9:30 and should be here right after that. And he set the lock so that no thing, not even a key will be able to open it. But luckily, I have a front door I can use. So, by 7:10, everything's over.
Once he's gone, I have to call in to work and tell them I'll be late. And then I realize I STILL have to go get Miss Cleo. So, making sure I DON'T lock the front door (just to be sure) I head out. But now, of course, it's raining pretty steady. And over the 20 minutes it takes me to get to the mechanic's, yeah, I got pretty wet. In addition, I had taken my glasses off, and since it was dark, I couldn't really see the puddles too well...some of them rather large and deep. So by the time I got home, not only was my sweatshirt pretty wet, but my canvas (yeah, canvas0 sneakers were soping wet, as were the socks I was wearing, my feet inside them, AND my pants from halfway down my shins.
*SIGH*....Although I suppose it COULD have been worse: I could have something cooking on the stove the entire time, of I could have had a very young baby or a doddering old senile person upstairs and no gate across the top of the stairs, or a meteor could have slammed into my house. Other than that...yeah, not much else would have been worse.
POLT Listening to the Dolphins - Panthers football game
You can't buy happiness, but you can bloddy well charge it! - Absolutely Fabulous
This morning, mom left on a bus trip to Nashville. Miss Cleo needed her oil changed, so since mom was out of town, I made the appointment for today, that way I could take mom's car to work. So last night, I dropped the car off at the mechanic and walked home (its only about a 20 minutes walk).
This morning, I got up, walked to mom's got her carkeys, got the car, and went to work. After work, I stopped at the mechnic, paid the bill, got my carkeys, and put them on my keychain. I drove mom's car to her place and put it in the garage. I was going to take her keys into her house, but I didn't want to get the dog all wound up if i wouldn't be staying. And I had to take the dog out and put her to bed tonight anyway, so I'd just take the keys up then.
So I walked home. It was sprinkling, but not a bad rain. I got home, got the mail, changed clothes, hung out a bit. Then, about 5:45, I decided I'd walk down to the mehanic's to get Miss Cleo. I got my iPod, and wallet. Got my phone and even my camera, cause you never know when I might want to take a photo. I got a sweatshirt with a hood, because I have two of those compact umbrellas, but both were in the car.
So I leave the house and start to walk. Because it's raining, I took my glasses off and put them in my pocket cause I didn't want to get them all wet. But I didn't want my keys to scratch the up, so I made sure the keys weren't that pocket. And indeed they weren't. In fact, they weren't in ANY of my pockets.
I had locked myself outside with the keys inside.
Okay, after a moment of panic, I thought, well, mom had a spare set, I'll just walk to her house to get them. I turned around and started back that way. Until I thought, 'Oh...I hope my house keys are NOT on her car keys, cause they're inside my house as well.' I called mom, and well, you guessed it, my spare key WAS on her keychain...which was inside my house with MY house keys. Oh, and I had a third spare key as well....but that was in a drawer in my kitchen.
So what does mom say, "Well, what are you going to do?" Well YEAH, what AM I going to do??? God love her grasp of the obvious. She mentioned a locksmith, which I had thought of, but said I didn't really pay for that if we had another key anywhere. But she said the only spare she had was on her car keys.
There's a hardware store just a block from my house, which mom reminded me of, so off I went there. I got there just as they were closing and asked them if they had a locksmith there. Nope, they say, but I could try calling the police. Fine, I got the police number (not gonna call 911 for something this stupid) and called. They could send an officer out, but did I have any second story windows open. I thought, "It's raining, idiot, why would any windows be open?" And then added, "I mean, unlocked, any windows unlocked." Okay, so he's not an idiot, but that doesn't change the fact I didn't have any open. Then he said they could kick the door open, that's about all they could do. Again, I'm thinking, "Oh that's swell, thanks. Not like I couldn't do that myself." And then suggested a locksmith. I literally slapped my forehead saying to myself, 'Gee, now why didn't I, or mom or the hardware store people think of that?" but I said ok, and hung up.
I went back into the hardware store and got the number for the town's only locksmith. I got his message, saying the business closed at 5:00. I still left my name, address and phone number. And then I called mom and told her. She said, "Well, if nothing else you can spend the night at my house (she has a key hidden outside, and I know where that is) and then take my car to work tomorrow." I told i couldn't take her car to work tomorrow. She said, "yeah, I've got a spare garage key in the house." "But you only have one set of car keys, and they're IN MY HOUSE!" "oh yeah." *SIGH*
So I started back towards her house, when the locksmith called. He said he'd be at my place in 30 minutes. So I changed direction yet AGAIN and walked back to my house. I sat on the front porch and waited. I called mom to tell her what was going on now. Less then 15 minutes later, the locksmith showed up. Him getting to my house early was the only good thing about the whole night.
So he sees the lock and kinda groans, "Oh, it's an old Corban." he says the lock is probably fromthe 1940s, and very sturdy, which is good for me the owner, but bad for him the locksmith. I was worried he might not be able to do it, but he said he should, it would just take longer. Fifteen minutes later, he says he can through the first three (or something like that) but it doesnt' want to turn to the left. He said he can drill it, if I want him too. Well, what else am i gonna do, I need in my house right?
So he gets his drill, drills it. he says he didn't bring a new lock with him, but he has them at the shop and can bring one tomorrow. He opens at 9:30 and should be here right after that. And he set the lock so that no thing, not even a key will be able to open it. But luckily, I have a front door I can use. So, by 7:10, everything's over.
Once he's gone, I have to call in to work and tell them I'll be late. And then I realize I STILL have to go get Miss Cleo. So, making sure I DON'T lock the front door (just to be sure) I head out. But now, of course, it's raining pretty steady. And over the 20 minutes it takes me to get to the mechanic's, yeah, I got pretty wet. In addition, I had taken my glasses off, and since it was dark, I couldn't really see the puddles too well...some of them rather large and deep. So by the time I got home, not only was my sweatshirt pretty wet, but my canvas (yeah, canvas0 sneakers were soping wet, as were the socks I was wearing, my feet inside them, AND my pants from halfway down my shins.
*SIGH*....Although I suppose it COULD have been worse: I could have something cooking on the stove the entire time, of I could have had a very young baby or a doddering old senile person upstairs and no gate across the top of the stairs, or a meteor could have slammed into my house. Other than that...yeah, not much else would have been worse.
POLT Listening to the Dolphins - Panthers football game
You can't buy happiness, but you can bloddy well charge it! - Absolutely Fabulous
Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 188)...
Once more, kids, it's time for...
A few weeks ago, I was in Wal-Mart (don't judge) and I was walking by the men's 'fashions' section when something caught my eye. Well, actually, it jumped off the rack, threw itself at me, wrapped itself around me tightly and screamed in my ears "BUY ME! Buy me NOW! You NEED me!" (kinda like most of the guys I met in New York last month...but I digress...)
And so I did.
It a pair of pajama pants made out of Justice League Of Americe material! Well, 5/7th of the JLA's founding members at any rate. It has Superman (natch!), Batman, Aquaman, Green Lantern, and the Flash on it. No Wonder Woman or Martian Manhunter to be seen. I suppose, since this is supposed to be worn by men, they didn't want to put a woman on it, and since it's supposed to be worn by men who shop at Wal-Mart, they didn't want to put a green skinned alien on it. We all know how those men that shop at Wal-Mart feel about illegal immigrants. Myself excepted, of course. Cause I don't really shop at Wal-Mart. Hardly at all. Not much. Look it's my story and I can tell it any way I want to.
SO, to see what others put up this week, click HERE
POLT Listening to "Have A Nice Day" by The Stereophonics
Would you please hand me a burrito? - Tuvok, Star Trek: Voyager
A few weeks ago, I was in Wal-Mart (don't judge) and I was walking by the men's 'fashions' section when something caught my eye. Well, actually, it jumped off the rack, threw itself at me, wrapped itself around me tightly and screamed in my ears "BUY ME! Buy me NOW! You NEED me!" (kinda like most of the guys I met in New York last month...but I digress...)
And so I did.
It a pair of pajama pants made out of Justice League Of Americe material! Well, 5/7th of the JLA's founding members at any rate. It has Superman (natch!), Batman, Aquaman, Green Lantern, and the Flash on it. No Wonder Woman or Martian Manhunter to be seen. I suppose, since this is supposed to be worn by men, they didn't want to put a woman on it, and since it's supposed to be worn by men who shop at Wal-Mart, they didn't want to put a green skinned alien on it. We all know how those men that shop at Wal-Mart feel about illegal immigrants. Myself excepted, of course. Cause I don't really shop at Wal-Mart. Hardly at all. Not much. Look it's my story and I can tell it any way I want to.
SO, to see what others put up this week, click HERE
POLT Listening to "Have A Nice Day" by The Stereophonics
Would you please hand me a burrito? - Tuvok, Star Trek: Voyager
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
And the friends tom once knew so well...
In November 1995, I started dating my second boyfriend (and this story has no surprise freaky sexual fetish in it, so if you're looking for that, move along). His name was Tom, he was about my height, but a big guy, not really fat, just, big. Like a large rugby player, and he was black.
I was at HeadQuarters, another gay bar in Hagerstown that since has shut down. I don't recall exactly how it happened, but I remember his friend, whose name I have since forgotten, came to me and talked to me first. I don't remember what he said, but he apparently told me Tom was interested in me or something. Due to what I was planning on doing, I was laughing to myself. Tom was standing next to the bar, talking with a friend. I walked right up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, I said, "I want to kiss you. Right now." He kind of stammered, "okay" and then I put my hands on either side of his head, pulled him to me and plastered a long, hard, wet, tongue and all kiss on him. Much to his friend's laughter and delight. And I presume his as well.
At any rate, after this, we went on a few dates, to see a few movies, and out to eat once. Coincidentally, he lived in Winchester VA as well...the same place Nathan (diaper man) was from. But unlike Nathan, Tom had a car, and we met in Hagerstown or Martinsburg, WV, both inbetween our homes. I recall after one movie, we sat in his car and talked, and kissed, and played with one another...but nothing else sexual happened.
There's a horseracing racetrack in Charleston WV, and Tom worked in the restaurant of a hotel in town. New Year's that year, he asked me to come down and spend it with him, and I did. I got there about 9:00, but he was still working behind the bar, so I sat at the bar and waited. And listening to the Top 100 Country Videos on tv...thrill that that was.
In fact, he left me sitting at the bar while he went off to do something else. And frankly, it pissed me off. Sometime after 10:30, he came back, with two of his friends and co-workers, a girl and a guy. We stood there and talked for a bit. There was a party going on elsewhere in one of the hotel's ballroom, a large, fancy, invite only affair. But the three of us walked right in. We had some drinks, and tried to look like we belonged there, but we were clearly underdressed. And while all this was kinda fun, I was still a little pissed cause I was hoping to spend New Years with Tom, and it appeared we were just going to spend it with his friends. Which is okay, but not the romantic time I was expecting.
WE left the party and returned to the bar, and that's where we were when it became 1998. And I was frankly none to happy, and I was not terribly good at hiding it. But the new year was no more than 5 minutes old when Tom said his goodbyes to his friends, and ushered me out the door and to one of the hotel rooms. He had gotten this one, and got it all set up for us. It was warm, candles were lit, and there was a bottle of chilled champagne, and strawberries and melted chocolate. And we sipped the bubbley, and fed each other chocolate dipped strawberries, and then had awesome earth shattering, toe curling, wake the neighbors sex. It was quite intense.
In the middle of the night, though, his snoring woke me up. I know I snore, but his snoring was like rattling the windows. I got out of the bed we shared and crawled into the other one. And put a pillow over my head. And but the blankets over that. And it didn't help. Eventually, I just threw my pillow at him, and hit him. And he stopped. I was too lazy to get up to get the pillow, so I just laid there, and was almost asleep when he started snoring again.
It was sometime in January (again, just like with Nathan) that Tom and I split up. His snoring had nothing to do with it. Basically, it was the distance between us. And the fact neither of us had a place we could go back to, neither of our living situations was condusive to bringing a guy home. It was an amacable split.
POLT Listening to "Flathead" by The Fratellis
"Why do guys have a prostate anyway?" "Why, it's obviously every man's happy spot!" - MSTP Bound
I was at HeadQuarters, another gay bar in Hagerstown that since has shut down. I don't recall exactly how it happened, but I remember his friend, whose name I have since forgotten, came to me and talked to me first. I don't remember what he said, but he apparently told me Tom was interested in me or something. Due to what I was planning on doing, I was laughing to myself. Tom was standing next to the bar, talking with a friend. I walked right up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, I said, "I want to kiss you. Right now." He kind of stammered, "okay" and then I put my hands on either side of his head, pulled him to me and plastered a long, hard, wet, tongue and all kiss on him. Much to his friend's laughter and delight. And I presume his as well.
At any rate, after this, we went on a few dates, to see a few movies, and out to eat once. Coincidentally, he lived in Winchester VA as well...the same place Nathan (diaper man) was from. But unlike Nathan, Tom had a car, and we met in Hagerstown or Martinsburg, WV, both inbetween our homes. I recall after one movie, we sat in his car and talked, and kissed, and played with one another...but nothing else sexual happened.
There's a horseracing racetrack in Charleston WV, and Tom worked in the restaurant of a hotel in town. New Year's that year, he asked me to come down and spend it with him, and I did. I got there about 9:00, but he was still working behind the bar, so I sat at the bar and waited. And listening to the Top 100 Country Videos on tv...thrill that that was.
In fact, he left me sitting at the bar while he went off to do something else. And frankly, it pissed me off. Sometime after 10:30, he came back, with two of his friends and co-workers, a girl and a guy. We stood there and talked for a bit. There was a party going on elsewhere in one of the hotel's ballroom, a large, fancy, invite only affair. But the three of us walked right in. We had some drinks, and tried to look like we belonged there, but we were clearly underdressed. And while all this was kinda fun, I was still a little pissed cause I was hoping to spend New Years with Tom, and it appeared we were just going to spend it with his friends. Which is okay, but not the romantic time I was expecting.
WE left the party and returned to the bar, and that's where we were when it became 1998. And I was frankly none to happy, and I was not terribly good at hiding it. But the new year was no more than 5 minutes old when Tom said his goodbyes to his friends, and ushered me out the door and to one of the hotel rooms. He had gotten this one, and got it all set up for us. It was warm, candles were lit, and there was a bottle of chilled champagne, and strawberries and melted chocolate. And we sipped the bubbley, and fed each other chocolate dipped strawberries, and then had awesome earth shattering, toe curling, wake the neighbors sex. It was quite intense.
In the middle of the night, though, his snoring woke me up. I know I snore, but his snoring was like rattling the windows. I got out of the bed we shared and crawled into the other one. And put a pillow over my head. And but the blankets over that. And it didn't help. Eventually, I just threw my pillow at him, and hit him. And he stopped. I was too lazy to get up to get the pillow, so I just laid there, and was almost asleep when he started snoring again.
It was sometime in January (again, just like with Nathan) that Tom and I split up. His snoring had nothing to do with it. Basically, it was the distance between us. And the fact neither of us had a place we could go back to, neither of our living situations was condusive to bringing a guy home. It was an amacable split.
POLT Listening to "Flathead" by The Fratellis
"Why do guys have a prostate anyway?" "Why, it's obviously every man's happy spot!" - MSTP Bound
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Works hard for the money, so hard for it, honey....
I'm totally stealing paying homage to a post Enrickyricardo put on his blog about jobs he's had. In other words, welcome to my resume.
I had odd little jobs prior to my first real one. I babysat. I helped my aunt clean up the store she was manager of for under-the-table spending cash. I worked one day at a local deli, despised it, called and said i'd not be coming back, and never went to get my pay.
But my first 'real' job was working at Domino's as a pizza delivery person. I worked it for about 14 months or so. Had a fun time. Dated the one assistant manager (whom you may remember from THIS little tale) and she and I continued to date for a bit even after I left. Fooled around with a few other employees, of both genders, not always ending in the best of fashions (feat. a few verbal altercations and one unintended pregnancy). But it was still fun most of the time. I lived off my tips and mileage, and with gas only being like 85 - 90 cents a gallon, I lived quite well. But the manager started dating one of the girls that answered the phones, and things went downhill for the rest of us fast. And the cool people had moved on to other jobs. And I just had had it with the place, so I decided to move on.
My second job was just a summer one lasting just from May to August, working at a local crane manufacturing plant. They stored a lot of their parts on shelves spread around outside on the grounds of their plant. There were about 20 of us working on this project, and it involved weighing and measuring one of every part. The would later be fed into a computer and the computer would decide the placement of parts for optimum usage of the space. So then we had to tears shelves down, move the shelves around and put the parts back up in their new optimum places. And yes, it absolutely WAS just as much fun as it sounds like it was here.
We worked the midnight shift: 7-7 Sun into Mon and 12-7 Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri mornings. And we worked outside in ANY weather, which sucked when it rained. They had these huge, HOT, smelly yellow rainsuits for us. The first time, we didn't wear the pants, only the coats and the hats, which we soon learned was a mistake, cause all the rain ran off the coats on right onto our regular pants, where it soaked in. After that, we wore the pants too. Although, unless it was a downpour, I didn't wear any of it, cause they were steaming HOT and very uncomfortable. When I wore them, I sweated so much I was dripping with sweat, and wet anyway. So i figured I might as well get wet from the rain and just remain cool.
We worked in teams of three, but we really only required two. One person got the part off the shelves and put it on the scales. The other person recorded the dimensions and weight of it, and then we moved on to the next part. The third person would find a nearby place that had a large flat part in it, crawl up onto it, lay there and take a nap. We worked in shifts that way, so we all got plenty of sleep.
The work was boring, mind numbing and tedious. But the pay wasn't too bad. And I knew the job was temporary, as I was going back to college in the fall. And I did meet a few pretty cool people, two that I kept in touch with for about a year after the job ended.
My next job was working at a local drug store, originally Peoples Drug, but it changed to CVS while I was working there. And is still called that. My mother had worked there a few years earlier and I knew pretty much everybody that worked there already, so that made it easy to get hired, and a generally fun place to work. I started out just as a regular employee, but worked my way up to key carrier, without even pursuing the promotion. It was offered to me out of the blue, so of course, I took it. It meant more pay, and more responsibility. I had to sometimes open the store, frequently had to close it, especially on Saturday nights, make deposits, make sure stuff got done. But I met and became close friends with several people. And I met Donna, who helped me come to terms with being gay and come out to myself as well. She was possibly THE most important woman in my life after my mother. But ultimately, it was just a partime job, and I needed a full time one. But what I could do with my recently attained Political Science degree?
Nothing really, but that didn't much matter. My next job was through a friend of mine. He had the job, but found a better one, and gave my name as his replacement. And I was hired. I was the Site Adminstrator in charge of the inmate phone system at a local county jail and state prison. Yeah, has nothing to do with PoliSci, but all that was required was a familiarity with computers, which I have. The inmate phone system was all computer run, and I was solely responsible for it at my sites. No, not thrilling at all, but it was full time, and better pay. And, less than 3 years later, it led directly to my current job: a nice safe cushy county job, with my own office, good pay, excellent benefits and it's actually something I generally enjoy most days.
After being at my current jobs for a few years, though, I decided I needed a part time job to help pay off my car loan, and since Borders bookstore had just opened, I applied there. And was hired. And despite idiotic customers, some equally idiotic supervisors, and minimum wage, this was probably THE best job I've ever had.
It's the first one where I out as a gay man to everyone, and there was no issue whatsoever about it. I worked with some incredibly awesom coworkers, some of which, nearly a decade later, I am still friends with, including Ghostie, A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking and his Mrs., The Mighty Lee, among others. And I had countless awesome Friday nights spent at TGIFridays into the morning drinking, snacking, talking and having just a great time with them.
And of course, since I LURVE books, and since I got a 33% discount, much of my paycheck was spent at the same place I earned it. And the section that I was responsible for was tailormade to me: Law, Socialogy, Psychology, African-American Studies, Asian American Studies, Politics, Women's Studies, Men's Studies, Gay and Lesbian, Mythology. I had such fun filling and straightening my section and keeping it fllushed and organized. But eventually, the cool people left, Borders policies changed and became, frankly, stupid, and I got my car paid off, so I didn't need the job anymore. And after three years, I quit.
So, what kinda jobs have you had?
POLT Listening to "You're Not Alone" by Olive
Where are you heroes with the bodies of athletes; Where are your badly shaven idiots, equipped well? - Air, Sexy Boy
I had odd little jobs prior to my first real one. I babysat. I helped my aunt clean up the store she was manager of for under-the-table spending cash. I worked one day at a local deli, despised it, called and said i'd not be coming back, and never went to get my pay.
But my first 'real' job was working at Domino's as a pizza delivery person. I worked it for about 14 months or so. Had a fun time. Dated the one assistant manager (whom you may remember from THIS little tale) and she and I continued to date for a bit even after I left. Fooled around with a few other employees, of both genders, not always ending in the best of fashions (feat. a few verbal altercations and one unintended pregnancy). But it was still fun most of the time. I lived off my tips and mileage, and with gas only being like 85 - 90 cents a gallon, I lived quite well. But the manager started dating one of the girls that answered the phones, and things went downhill for the rest of us fast. And the cool people had moved on to other jobs. And I just had had it with the place, so I decided to move on.
My second job was just a summer one lasting just from May to August, working at a local crane manufacturing plant. They stored a lot of their parts on shelves spread around outside on the grounds of their plant. There were about 20 of us working on this project, and it involved weighing and measuring one of every part. The would later be fed into a computer and the computer would decide the placement of parts for optimum usage of the space. So then we had to tears shelves down, move the shelves around and put the parts back up in their new optimum places. And yes, it absolutely WAS just as much fun as it sounds like it was here.
We worked the midnight shift: 7-7 Sun into Mon and 12-7 Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri mornings. And we worked outside in ANY weather, which sucked when it rained. They had these huge, HOT, smelly yellow rainsuits for us. The first time, we didn't wear the pants, only the coats and the hats, which we soon learned was a mistake, cause all the rain ran off the coats on right onto our regular pants, where it soaked in. After that, we wore the pants too. Although, unless it was a downpour, I didn't wear any of it, cause they were steaming HOT and very uncomfortable. When I wore them, I sweated so much I was dripping with sweat, and wet anyway. So i figured I might as well get wet from the rain and just remain cool.
We worked in teams of three, but we really only required two. One person got the part off the shelves and put it on the scales. The other person recorded the dimensions and weight of it, and then we moved on to the next part. The third person would find a nearby place that had a large flat part in it, crawl up onto it, lay there and take a nap. We worked in shifts that way, so we all got plenty of sleep.
The work was boring, mind numbing and tedious. But the pay wasn't too bad. And I knew the job was temporary, as I was going back to college in the fall. And I did meet a few pretty cool people, two that I kept in touch with for about a year after the job ended.
My next job was working at a local drug store, originally Peoples Drug, but it changed to CVS while I was working there. And is still called that. My mother had worked there a few years earlier and I knew pretty much everybody that worked there already, so that made it easy to get hired, and a generally fun place to work. I started out just as a regular employee, but worked my way up to key carrier, without even pursuing the promotion. It was offered to me out of the blue, so of course, I took it. It meant more pay, and more responsibility. I had to sometimes open the store, frequently had to close it, especially on Saturday nights, make deposits, make sure stuff got done. But I met and became close friends with several people. And I met Donna, who helped me come to terms with being gay and come out to myself as well. She was possibly THE most important woman in my life after my mother. But ultimately, it was just a partime job, and I needed a full time one. But what I could do with my recently attained Political Science degree?
Nothing really, but that didn't much matter. My next job was through a friend of mine. He had the job, but found a better one, and gave my name as his replacement. And I was hired. I was the Site Adminstrator in charge of the inmate phone system at a local county jail and state prison. Yeah, has nothing to do with PoliSci, but all that was required was a familiarity with computers, which I have. The inmate phone system was all computer run, and I was solely responsible for it at my sites. No, not thrilling at all, but it was full time, and better pay. And, less than 3 years later, it led directly to my current job: a nice safe cushy county job, with my own office, good pay, excellent benefits and it's actually something I generally enjoy most days.
After being at my current jobs for a few years, though, I decided I needed a part time job to help pay off my car loan, and since Borders bookstore had just opened, I applied there. And was hired. And despite idiotic customers, some equally idiotic supervisors, and minimum wage, this was probably THE best job I've ever had.
It's the first one where I out as a gay man to everyone, and there was no issue whatsoever about it. I worked with some incredibly awesom coworkers, some of which, nearly a decade later, I am still friends with, including Ghostie, A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking and his Mrs., The Mighty Lee, among others. And I had countless awesome Friday nights spent at TGIFridays into the morning drinking, snacking, talking and having just a great time with them.
And of course, since I LURVE books, and since I got a 33% discount, much of my paycheck was spent at the same place I earned it. And the section that I was responsible for was tailormade to me: Law, Socialogy, Psychology, African-American Studies, Asian American Studies, Politics, Women's Studies, Men's Studies, Gay and Lesbian, Mythology. I had such fun filling and straightening my section and keeping it fllushed and organized. But eventually, the cool people left, Borders policies changed and became, frankly, stupid, and I got my car paid off, so I didn't need the job anymore. And after three years, I quit.
So, what kinda jobs have you had?
POLT Listening to "You're Not Alone" by Olive
Where are you heroes with the bodies of athletes; Where are your badly shaven idiots, equipped well? - Air, Sexy Boy
An utterance, information, don't mince words (Part
TMI Tuesdays
1. What are your thoughts on Polyamorous Relationships? Polyamorous, which to me means more than one love, would be bothersome. However, a polysexual (?) relationship would not. The difference to me is, sex is just an act, there doesn't have to be love involved. And while I wouldn't really want my partner having sex with other people, it wouldn't bother me as much as my partner being in love with someone else.
2. What is on your list of relationship "deal breakers"? If I can't trust you, for whatever reason, that's pretty much a deal breaker.
3. How long did it take you you to find the type "you are into" and/or accept it? I'm not honestly sure I have a type right now. Oh, I know what appeals to me, and when I was younger, it was definitely the young, slim, smooth twinkie type. But as I've grown older, I find I'm much more accepting of things I didn't accept when i was younger. Age, size, looks are less important to me now.
4. What is your view on full disclosure about past relationships? (Lies of omission not lies of commission) I don't know that this is even an issue. I mean, I wouldn't want my partner to not tell me anything about his past, but at the same time, I'm not gonan grill him over who he's been with and how many and that sorta stuff. He's with me now, that's all that really matters now.
5. Have you ever been in a situation where you were not comfortable complying with the adventurous request of a lover? Well, I posted a few posts below about a diaper thing...that made me VERY uncomfotable.
POLT
Monday, November 16, 2009
You made my day, you came my way...
My day, so far.
Monday's are my day off, but I still got up early, about 8:30 (and that IS early for me on a day I don't have to get up!) got ready and got over to mom's. I had persuaded her to go with me shopping for Christmas decorations. I figured since I had a new house, I needed a new tree, not the same old 3 footer I had been using in the apartment for years.
So off we went, and I did get a 6 foot tree with the lights already on it. I was intending on getting the garland and ornaments as well...but really had no idea what I wanted. I thought perhaps purple, as the room I'm putting it in has purple rugs and a light lavender paint on the walls, but purple doesn't seem...Christmasy. Then I thought of red...but that's what we had when I was growing up, and what I had over at the apartment and I wanted something new. Thought maybe blue, but that's Hannukah colors, and I'm not Jewish. Thought silver but that seemed a bit...gauche. So I don't know. Probably just say fuck it and end up with purple.
So then we returned home, I got online for a bit, got the mail. Then I went to get new windshield wipers. The old ones streaked something fierce. SO I go into Advance Auto (or whatever it's called), the guy looks up the type of wipers I need and gets them for me. And as I'm paying, I asked him to put them on for me. He called this other guy from the back and he came out and put them on. And of COURSE I felt totally emasculated and worthless. I feel that way EVERY time something needs to be done on the car. I know how to drive it, put gas in it, and check, although not change, the oil. And that's it, can't do anything else. Including changing the wipers. oh I TRIED to do that before...what a fiasco that is. So now I just have them do it, and suffer through the embarrassment, shame and tearing of my self-esteem that ensues.
Following this, I ran the car through the car wash, and dropped off some checks at the Credit Union. Then I thought, "I'll stop by Hardee's and get a roast beef sandwich." And as I pulled in, who should be pulling out, but Mama Polt! She said she had just gotten two burger, buy one get one free, and wondered if I wanted one. But as I was jonesing for a roast beef, I declined.
I got the roast beef, brought it home, ate it. Finished the Torchwood book I was reading and started reading Snuff and then I got online and here I am. Yeah, I don't know how I can stand the excitement of my days either.
POLT Listening to "Reptile" by The Church
"What's your most common sexual position?" "....there's more than one?" - Emily, Kinsey
Monday's are my day off, but I still got up early, about 8:30 (and that IS early for me on a day I don't have to get up!) got ready and got over to mom's. I had persuaded her to go with me shopping for Christmas decorations. I figured since I had a new house, I needed a new tree, not the same old 3 footer I had been using in the apartment for years.
So off we went, and I did get a 6 foot tree with the lights already on it. I was intending on getting the garland and ornaments as well...but really had no idea what I wanted. I thought perhaps purple, as the room I'm putting it in has purple rugs and a light lavender paint on the walls, but purple doesn't seem...Christmasy. Then I thought of red...but that's what we had when I was growing up, and what I had over at the apartment and I wanted something new. Thought maybe blue, but that's Hannukah colors, and I'm not Jewish. Thought silver but that seemed a bit...gauche. So I don't know. Probably just say fuck it and end up with purple.
So then we returned home, I got online for a bit, got the mail. Then I went to get new windshield wipers. The old ones streaked something fierce. SO I go into Advance Auto (or whatever it's called), the guy looks up the type of wipers I need and gets them for me. And as I'm paying, I asked him to put them on for me. He called this other guy from the back and he came out and put them on. And of COURSE I felt totally emasculated and worthless. I feel that way EVERY time something needs to be done on the car. I know how to drive it, put gas in it, and check, although not change, the oil. And that's it, can't do anything else. Including changing the wipers. oh I TRIED to do that before...what a fiasco that is. So now I just have them do it, and suffer through the embarrassment, shame and tearing of my self-esteem that ensues.
Following this, I ran the car through the car wash, and dropped off some checks at the Credit Union. Then I thought, "I'll stop by Hardee's and get a roast beef sandwich." And as I pulled in, who should be pulling out, but Mama Polt! She said she had just gotten two burger, buy one get one free, and wondered if I wanted one. But as I was jonesing for a roast beef, I declined.
I got the roast beef, brought it home, ate it. Finished the Torchwood book I was reading and started reading Snuff and then I got online and here I am. Yeah, I don't know how I can stand the excitement of my days either.
POLT Listening to "Reptile" by The Church
"What's your most common sexual position?" "....there's more than one?" - Emily, Kinsey
Bring the drama, oh mama, that's trauma (Part 2)...
Polt's Dramatic Readings Of Billboard History, Number 2.
POLT Listening to "So Alive" by Love And Rockets
We're young, rich and full of sugar! What do you do now??? - Bart, The Simpsons
POLT Listening to "So Alive" by Love And Rockets
We're young, rich and full of sugar! What do you do now??? - Bart, The Simpsons
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 226)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
This week's theme: RED!
POLT Listening to "Should I Stay Or Should I Go?" by The Clash
"What do you think, Smithers?" "I think women and seamen don't mix!" - Mr. Smithers, The Simpsons
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Let's get unconscious honey (Part 183)...
Unconscious Mutterings
These come each week from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/I say ... and you think ... ?
Grace :: Will
Shower :: Psycho
Alice :: Cooper
Purple :: ME!
Apartment :: House
3 :: 's Company
Car :: Miss Cleo
Pregnant :: Woman
Counselor :: Troi
Discretion :: Valor
POLT Listening to the Broncos - Redskins football game
We just threw down with monkeys riding robots, how much weirder can it get? - Jason Todd, Countdown #39
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Its the end of the world as we know it...
Yesterday, after work, A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking and I went to see the movie 2012. The best part of it? The meal at TGIFridays we had after the movie was over. Truly, it was bad.
The special effects are actually pretty fun. I mean, how often have you seen the White House crushed by an aircraft carrier being carried on a huge tsunami? How many time have you seen the basilica of St. Peters in the Vatican roll over a square full of praying Catholics? How many times have you seen a limo hurdling uneven crumbling streets like the General Lee ? I mean that kinda stuff was fun to see.
But plot? What plot? I mean, there was a plot, kinda, and several subplots tangled in there too. But other than a 'prositute with a heart of gold' I think every other single Hollywood cliches was in evidence. I mean, there was never any doubt who would die and who wouldn't. I'm not sure there was anything that wasn't expected or was a surprise. And there were several holes in the plot so large you could...well, fly a 747 leadened with expensive cars through them.
Sometimes, I recommend movies for their special effects alone, thinking they should only be seen on the big screen. But these effects were truly overwhelmed by the crappy so-called plot. However, to be fair, neither ALCMDPP nor I really went into it expecting anything else.
Seriously, if you feel you have to see this movie, wait until it comes out on Netflix and get it them. Dont' waste your money on it now.
POLT Listening to "London Calling" by the Clash
Vaginas are like a melted candle with hair on it. - Seth, Significant Others
The special effects are actually pretty fun. I mean, how often have you seen the White House crushed by an aircraft carrier being carried on a huge tsunami? How many time have you seen the basilica of St. Peters in the Vatican roll over a square full of praying Catholics? How many times have you seen a limo hurdling uneven crumbling streets like the General Lee ? I mean that kinda stuff was fun to see.
But plot? What plot? I mean, there was a plot, kinda, and several subplots tangled in there too. But other than a 'prositute with a heart of gold' I think every other single Hollywood cliches was in evidence. I mean, there was never any doubt who would die and who wouldn't. I'm not sure there was anything that wasn't expected or was a surprise. And there were several holes in the plot so large you could...well, fly a 747 leadened with expensive cars through them.
Sometimes, I recommend movies for their special effects alone, thinking they should only be seen on the big screen. But these effects were truly overwhelmed by the crappy so-called plot. However, to be fair, neither ALCMDPP nor I really went into it expecting anything else.
Seriously, if you feel you have to see this movie, wait until it comes out on Netflix and get it them. Dont' waste your money on it now.
POLT Listening to "London Calling" by the Clash
Vaginas are like a melted candle with hair on it. - Seth, Significant Others
Friday, November 13, 2009
Everybody here, getting out of control.....
I gotta thank Ray at Super Underwear Perverts (which is nowhere near as naughty as it sounds) for making me aware of this. He says it's The Best Thing Ever. And I can't disagree with him. I can't stop watching it. It's hypnotic. I DARE you to try to watch it only once.
All I can say that despite the nifty tunes, and athletic bodies, and smiling faces and surprisingly young looking Alan Thicke, the 80's weren't really that much fun. Or cool.
I was there. I know.
POLT Listening to the damn video again
Too many freaks, not enough sideshows.
All I can say that despite the nifty tunes, and athletic bodies, and smiling faces and surprisingly young looking Alan Thicke, the 80's weren't really that much fun. Or cool.
I was there. I know.
POLT Listening to the damn video again
Too many freaks, not enough sideshows.
Bits-N-Pieces
Last week, Ghostie came by and helped me unpack all the remaining book filled boxes in the upstairs library (aka, the middle bedroom), get the comic books on their shelves and the books on their shelves. None of the books are really organized within their genres, but at least they're all on shelves. I had to break up a whole horde of boxes, shown below before I put them out to the trash.
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Tonight, I went over to mom's for one of my favorite meals she makes: Hog maw. (I apologize in advance to the vegetarians and weak-stomached among you) I think I've mentioned this before, if so, bear with me. I don't know if this is a local meal or not, but I don't think it's terribly common the world around. Basically, you boil and dice some potatos, cook up some sausage meat (some people ruin it by including cabbage or other things. Not needed, meat and potatos is just right), and then you stuff it all in the hog maw.
Now when I started eating this, remember, I was just a wee Polt. I had no idea what hog maw was, which is a good thing, cause I probably would have refused to eat it. Hog maw is...well, literally pig's belly. Yeah, it's the stomach skin of a butchered hog, stuffed with taters and sausage, cooked in a casserole, brought out and sliced up and then eaten. Especially delicious is the skin itself. For any who aren't yet puking, I give you photos, to visually experience the deliciousness:
the Hog Maw fresh out of the oven and sliced:
Hog maw at the top, with baked apples and green beans:
My second helping, with some of the meat and taters pushed out to show the skin a bit better.
yummy, eh?
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They've blocked Facebook at work (damn them all), and so I feel like I'm cut off from the contant, and addictive, contact with my online friends. So to rectify that, I've broken down and...yes, I'm shamed to say it, but...I've joined Twitter. *SIGH* Look me up if you haven't already. And what's worse, I'm now considering buying a...*groan*...new phone...like an iPhone or something. And this after having said numerous times, "I don't NEED one of those thing. Who needs all that extra crap? I just want my phone to be a phone!" Kinda like what I used to say about laptops. And cellphone ownership in general. And blogs.
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May I recommend a tad bit less denying civil rights to others and a tad bit more time spent on trying to attain one's GED? That way you might actually gain some intelligence. Thanks.
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-Having your profile say you're 35, and you are? Good.
-Having your profile say you're 5'7 and you are? No problem.
-Having your profile say you're 135 lbs, when you're actually 235 lbs? Could just be a typo.
-Having your profile say you're 6 inches, when you're nowhere NEAR that? Deceptive, lying and just plain WRONG!
Just sayin....
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Oh and what would a Bits-N-Pieces be without a hot guy flexing in his boxerbriefs?
POLT Listening to "Invisible Sun" by The Police
"This is the worst thing you've ever done!" "You say that so much, it's lost it's meaning." - Homer, The Simpsons
Thursday, November 12, 2009
When I was twelve, in summer camp (Part 24)...
12 for the 12th
This is all the brainchild of CHAD.
7:06AM
Man, I freakin' HATE getting up in the morning, I'm pretty sure I was saying a few swear words as I took this shot.
7:28AM
Getting dressed...still not quite awake.
7:51AM
Driving to work in a drizzle, does NOT help wake one up.
4:42PM
I had a coupon for 30% off any item at Borders, so I stopped after work and got some books and stuff. And it just happened to turn out that I had $15 in Borders Bucks just sitting there, so I used that too. Got almost $40 worth of stuff for about $20.
4:57PM
Went home by the Interstate, this is me exiting said Interstate.
5:46PM
Had to fill up my pill containter. I got pills for diabetes, pills for cholesteral,
pills for my allergies, and a vitamin. All this from the guy who could NOT swallow pills at ALL until he was 18 years of age.
5:51PM
Supper consisted of a bowl of Mama Polt's Homemade Chicken Corn Soup, a sandwich of Mama Polt's Homemade Chicken Salad, and a Pepsi. yum.
6:16pm
Playing Farville whilst watching Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares. Two mindless pursuits at one time!
6:41pm
Paying some bills. And yes, those are Superman checks, thanks for noticing my total comic book fanboy geekiness.
7:13PM
Having paid the bills, it was time to take them to Post Office for mailing. A brisk walk would do the trick. But I MUST have iPod provided musical accompaniment for any walking. Madonna's "Ray Of Light" is great beginning-of-walk music.
7:21PM
Downtown Waynesboro. At night. On the way to the Post Office. And yeah, it IS as dead as it appears to be.
9:32PM
Loading up the dishwasher, giggling like a schoolgirl while doing so for being so relieved to NOT have to wash them by hand anymore!
POLT Listening to "Age Of Censent" by New Order
They want the federal government controlling Social Security like it's some kind of federal program. - George W. Bush
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