No, sleeping was no better last night. I woke up several times throughout the night, mostly from coughing. And swallowing. My throat was so sore. So finally, about 4AM, I got a drink of water, took two Advil and found some cough syrup in the bathroom medicine cabinet. And I didn't even care the cough syrup expired in Oct. 2009, I took some anyway. Yeah, I'm a rebel like that.
It soothed my throat and helped me swallow and I slept rather well from then on until the alarm went off. But that doens't mean I'm not tired now. *SIGH* And I'm still sounding like a white James Earl Jones when I talk. A white James Earl Jones with a sore throat.
Assuming I get through today, tonight is a local high school production of Grease. I'll be seeing it with some friends including my buddy Michelle. And afterwards, she and I will have our traditional post-theater food extravaganza at the local Waffle House. Yeah, we is all kinda cultured.
POLT
Friday, April 29, 2011
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me (Part 266)...
Frenching Fridays
This week's theme: Kissers Wearing Shirts
(and you'd be surprised at how difficult it was to find three photos of guys kissing in clothes. Or perhaps you wouldnt...)
POLT
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Because, the night, belongs to lovers...
So after a stressful few days, last night, I was rather tired. I went to bed about 9:30ish, and read the comic books I had bought yesterday. I turned out the light 1030ish and quickly went to sleep.
Then, roughly 11:15, my phone rang. I answered, but no one responded. And then they hung up. Obviously a wrong number. But could I get back to sleep? Oh NO! I tossed and turned. I laid on one side and then another. I just could NOT get my mind to slow down, all sorts of useless, pointless shit was flying through my head and I while I was tired, I wasn't a bit sleepy. Eventually, sometime after 12:45, I finally drifted off again.
And then the thunderstorm of nearly Biblical proportions hit. The thunder woke me up, but the lightning made my eyes fly open. It lit up the bedroom like I had turned on every light in the room. And that's with the blinds shut as well. It was crazy. Although I did get back to sleep before too much longer. But, even after the storm ended, I didn't sleep well.
Hopefully, tonight will be much better.
POLT
Then, roughly 11:15, my phone rang. I answered, but no one responded. And then they hung up. Obviously a wrong number. But could I get back to sleep? Oh NO! I tossed and turned. I laid on one side and then another. I just could NOT get my mind to slow down, all sorts of useless, pointless shit was flying through my head and I while I was tired, I wasn't a bit sleepy. Eventually, sometime after 12:45, I finally drifted off again.
And then the thunderstorm of nearly Biblical proportions hit. The thunder woke me up, but the lightning made my eyes fly open. It lit up the bedroom like I had turned on every light in the room. And that's with the blinds shut as well. It was crazy. Although I did get back to sleep before too much longer. But, even after the storm ended, I didn't sleep well.
Hopefully, tonight will be much better.
POLT
Rita Hayworth gave good face (Part 11)...
Fetching Faces
Just all-American Boy Next Door-i-ness.
And those lips....oh those lips....
POLT
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Bits-N-Pieces
So I think I'm catching a cold. Since last night, my throat has been scratching and my neck's been sore. Blech. Also, I've been having a slightly phlegmmy cough. And I feel a little feverish. What fun. Since I avoided repeated bad flu attacks this winter, I suppose I'm due for something. Wonderful.
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Over the past few weeks, Mom's been removing the wallpaper from her dining room. Over the weekend, she painted it all blue. But she wanted to put this "swirl" thing design into it. So last night, about 6:00, I got a call from her.
Mom: Did you have dinner yet?
Polt: No.
Mom: I started painting today at 7, I took a two hour break at 11, and I just finished up a half hour ago. I am achy, I am tired, and I am NOT cooking. Go get me something to eat.
Polt: (laughing) What am I going to eat?
Mom: I don't care if you get something or not, just go get ME something to eat.
So I walked to Waynesburger and got us each something to each which I took to her placed and we are. I called her today and she said she's doing fine and is not at all sore. She's 68 going on 6 sometimes.
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It's been insanely crazy hot. And all of a sudden too. One day going to work last week, it was about 35 degrees, damn near almost freezing. And then yesterday, as I left for work, it was 72 degrees. At 7:30 in the morning! What the hell. Guess we skipped Spring and just went right to Summer. I hate Summer. I hate heat and humidity. I want it to now progress right on to Autumn.
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I've subsribed to CharlieIsSoCoolLike on Youtube for quite some time. He's cute and English and has an adorable accent and does the funniest videos. And he's apparently quite the Doctor Who fan. He's done videos about it before, but here's the most recent one.
Oh, and he sings! And did I mention the cute accent thingee?
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And of course, we've got the obligatory Bits-N-Pieces Eye Candy.
POLT
Cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots (Part 170)...
Wifebeater Wednesdays
This week's theme: Wifebeaters And Underwear.
POLT
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
The back of your hand somewhere on my behind (Part 58)...
Tooshie Tuesdays
This week's theme: Tooshies Above Shorts.
POLT
Monday, April 25, 2011
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 300)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
To commemorate the 300th post of Monday's Hot Shirtless Guy Photos (that's 300 weeks worth, or roughly 5&3/4 years worth!), we need to have a celebration! So, this week's theme is Hot Shirtless Guy With Alcohol! (Cause what's more fun to celebrate with than a drunk, hot shirtless guy who's suddenly a lil bit curious?)
POLT
Sunday, April 24, 2011
I see your true colors (Part 9)...
The Gold Poll is now closed, and we can add the winner the the list of winner:
Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road - Elton John
99 Red Balloons - Nena
Purple People Eater - Sheb Wooley
Orange Crush - R.E.M.
White Wedding - Billy Idol
It's Not Easty Being Green - Kermit The Frog
Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison
Gold Digga - Kanye West
And my record of correct prediction remains at 2-6 *SIGH*
Anyway, this week, we have the PINK POLL.
The Pink Panther Theme- Henry Mancini
Pink Houses - John Cougar Mellancamp
Pretty In Pink - The Psychedelic Furs
Pink Cadillac - Bruce Springsteen
Remember, vote on just the song, not the video. And dont forget to have your friends stop by and vote too!
POLT
Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road - Elton John
99 Red Balloons - Nena
Purple People Eater - Sheb Wooley
Orange Crush - R.E.M.
White Wedding - Billy Idol
It's Not Easty Being Green - Kermit The Frog
Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison
Gold Digga - Kanye West
And my record of correct prediction remains at 2-6 *SIGH*
Anyway, this week, we have the PINK POLL.
The Pink Panther Theme- Henry Mancini
Pink Houses - John Cougar Mellancamp
Pretty In Pink - The Psychedelic Furs
Pink Cadillac - Bruce Springsteen
Remember, vote on just the song, not the video. And dont forget to have your friends stop by and vote too!
POLT
He felt like a little bunny rabbit With a cute little bunny nose...
Happy Easter One And All.
May you each easily find the hidden eggs and enjoy the rewards thereof.
Or in my case, the bunny who's hiding them.
POLT
May you each easily find the hidden eggs and enjoy the rewards thereof.
Or in my case, the bunny who's hiding them.
POLT
Let's get unconscious honey (Part 255)...
Unconscious Mutterings
These come each week from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/.
I say ... and you think ... ?
1.Squid :: Octopus
2.Wife :: Husband
3.Promising :: Ring
4.Tingle :: Arm
5.Off balance :: Stagger
6.Nice :: Pleasant
7.Honor :: Badge
8.Emphatic :: Deanna Troi
9.Siren :: Alarm
10.Plated :: Gold
POLT
Drive my mini-Cooper and I'm feeling super-dooper (Part 124)...
Superman Sundays
Continuing the saga of the Superman undies.....
POLT
Saturday, April 23, 2011
A question with an infinite answer...
So guess who was sent a 20% off everything coupon email from Borders? And further guess who went there after work and was lucky enough to find the exact thing he was looking for? Even though it was the only remaining one left on the shelf? And who further bought himself Season (NOT series, I'm sorry, I don't care what anyone says, it's Season) 5 of Doctor Who? On the same day that the first episode of Season 6 premiered?
Yeah, yeah, it was me. Not a difficult question, but who the hell cares? I now have all 5 of the new Doctor Who seasons! Whoo-Hooo!!!
PS, I did not buy the blu-ray version, as I don't have a blue ray player. I got the DVD. But I don't feel like going back now and looking for a photo of the DVDs, so just deal with this, kay? Thanks.
POLT
Yeah, yeah, it was me. Not a difficult question, but who the hell cares? I now have all 5 of the new Doctor Who seasons! Whoo-Hooo!!!
PS, I did not buy the blu-ray version, as I don't have a blue ray player. I got the DVD. But I don't feel like going back now and looking for a photo of the DVDs, so just deal with this, kay? Thanks.
POLT
No more of this third degree.....
Let me take your back in time about 30 years ago. A lady that worked with my mom was a single mom named Margie with two kids: Tommy, who might have been in kindergarten, Sarah who was a few years older. So one evening, Margie had to go somewhere on short notice and called mom. Mom couldn't sit with the kids, but said I could. And so, a 14 year old Polt was dropped at Margie's house by his mother.
Margie introduced me to the kids, then she pretty much put them to bed, thanked me and left. I sat there and read a book until she came back a few hours later. I was afraid to turn on the TV cause the house was REALLY small and I didn't want to wake the kids. When she got back, Margie gave me the money, called mom who came and picked me up, and all was right with the world.
I sat the kids after that, about three times I think, certainly no more than that, but it was well. Tommy especially took a shine to me, like hero worship that kids to. He was a good, funny, no-problem kid. In fact, they both were.
At any rate, advance to the present. Our school board is in a deficit, and it's got a good number of wingnut "i'll close the schools before i raise taxes" kind of idiots on it. And they're trying to find progams to cut, including languages.
Well the superintendant read a letter from Tommy Margieson (obviously NOT his real name) who's now working at the French Embassy in DC, saying the French program should not be cut. And there was also a letter the from the French Ambassador himself saying the same thing.
Little Tommy! Working in the French Embassy! That means I'm only like one degree away from the French Ambassador, two degrees away from French President Sarcozy and, since they've met, three degrees away from President Obama! Lil old me, sitting here in my duplex in South Central PA is that close to the President of the United States Of America.
Funny world, eh?
POLT
Margie introduced me to the kids, then she pretty much put them to bed, thanked me and left. I sat there and read a book until she came back a few hours later. I was afraid to turn on the TV cause the house was REALLY small and I didn't want to wake the kids. When she got back, Margie gave me the money, called mom who came and picked me up, and all was right with the world.
I sat the kids after that, about three times I think, certainly no more than that, but it was well. Tommy especially took a shine to me, like hero worship that kids to. He was a good, funny, no-problem kid. In fact, they both were.
At any rate, advance to the present. Our school board is in a deficit, and it's got a good number of wingnut "i'll close the schools before i raise taxes" kind of idiots on it. And they're trying to find progams to cut, including languages.
Well the superintendant read a letter from Tommy Margieson (obviously NOT his real name) who's now working at the French Embassy in DC, saying the French program should not be cut. And there was also a letter the from the French Ambassador himself saying the same thing.
Little Tommy! Working in the French Embassy! That means I'm only like one degree away from the French Ambassador, two degrees away from French President Sarcozy and, since they've met, three degrees away from President Obama! Lil old me, sitting here in my duplex in South Central PA is that close to the President of the United States Of America.
Funny world, eh?
POLT
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me(Part 265)...
Frenching Fridays
(this week on Satruday)
No theme this week, just randomness.
POLT
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Stormclouds on the horizon....
I've never been much of a fan of Thor.
I enjoyed The Avengers comics (before Marvel became little more than a company that should be titled Wolverine Comics....and a few other insignificant guys in spandex), and have quite a run of them. However, I never much enjoyed Thor being in the membership. I mean, the guy's a s god, for...well, for God's sake. How do you defeat a god? Captain America, a bullet; Iron Man, an electromagnetic pulse; Yellowjacket and the Wasp, bug spray; Scarlet Witch, a gag. But Thor? A god? Nope, never liked him in The Avengers.
Because of my dislike of the character, I wasn't sure I was going to see the movie this year. Despite it having Natalie Portman, Craig's Wife in it. Despite the fact it looks well done. And really, can anything with Anthony Hopkins in it be ALL bad? And they're gonna make an Avengers movie soon, which I will NOT miss, so I i should probably get around to seeing all the prequels, just so I know what's going on, but I wouldn't be enthusiastic about seeing Thor.
But then I saw something that convinced me that I HAD to see this movie. That I could, in fact, NOT miss it! And here it is:
A muscled hottie, shirtless, with a hairthing. Check, I'm there.
POLT
I enjoyed The Avengers comics (before Marvel became little more than a company that should be titled Wolverine Comics....and a few other insignificant guys in spandex), and have quite a run of them. However, I never much enjoyed Thor being in the membership. I mean, the guy's a s god, for...well, for God's sake. How do you defeat a god? Captain America, a bullet; Iron Man, an electromagnetic pulse; Yellowjacket and the Wasp, bug spray; Scarlet Witch, a gag. But Thor? A god? Nope, never liked him in The Avengers.
Because of my dislike of the character, I wasn't sure I was going to see the movie this year. Despite it having Natalie Portman, Craig's Wife in it. Despite the fact it looks well done. And really, can anything with Anthony Hopkins in it be ALL bad? And they're gonna make an Avengers movie soon, which I will NOT miss, so I i should probably get around to seeing all the prequels, just so I know what's going on, but I wouldn't be enthusiastic about seeing Thor.
But then I saw something that convinced me that I HAD to see this movie. That I could, in fact, NOT miss it! And here it is:
A muscled hottie, shirtless, with a hairthing. Check, I'm there.
POLT
I took his arm and kissed his lips....
Thanks to Tam and the CD she sent me in the Bloggy CD exchange, THIS song is now my current favorite song:
The song was released in 1977. How did I never hear this song before now? I had never even heard OF this song! I'm disappointed in myself, but also quite surprised and happy that I NOW know it, have it, and enjoy it!
Ohohohoh....he gives me head!
POLT
The song was released in 1977. How did I never hear this song before now? I had never even heard OF this song! I'm disappointed in myself, but also quite surprised and happy that I NOW know it, have it, and enjoy it!
Ohohohoh....he gives me head!
POLT
The past is alive.....
Freddie and I broke up in late 2007 (And if you don't know who I'm talking about, check the labels section in the sidebar, he has his own label). Since then, we've chatted once on Yahoo (which was a strange little chat) and a short text conversation one Friday night at like 1:00am (when he was drunk in a gay bar in Philly watching a drag queen from Toronto and wanting to know if I knew her). Other than that, I've heard nothing from Freddie.
Until about three weeks ago. He sent me a Friend request on Facebook. Okay, I thought, it's been two and a half years, why not? What can it possibly hurt? So I friended him.
Then I saw his updates about going to the Baltimore/DC area and visiting various zoos around there (he was a zoo science major in college, so that's no surprise). About two weeks ago, I got a text from him asking if I wanted to get together in DC somewhere for lunch on Monday and catch up. And while the idea sounded fun, it also sounded a bit...strange. I mean, why all the sudden interest in talking and catching up when there's been virtually no contact in years? But regardless, I already had plans for Monday so I couldn't go and told him.
Last Saturday, A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking and I went to Applebees to eat after work. And while there, I got a phone call from Freddie. He just wanted to talk and catch up. But of course I was eating so I couldn't. But later that night, I did call him back.
He was dog sitting for his cousin. And we talked, probably 45 minutes. I had thought it might be awkward, but it wasn't in any way awkward. It was a relaxed, free-flowing, easy going conversation. Just like it was when we were together and talking on the phone every night. And then his cousin came back, so he had to go. But he called me as he was driving home and we spoke for perhaps another 15 minutes.
It really surprised me how well the conversation went. I mean, it's not like Freddie and I parted on bad terms, becuase we didn't. Honestly, our relationship was dead well before we officially ended it. But still, after all those years, I didn't really think he ever even gave me a thought. And I certainly ddin't think he was interested in talking again.
But I'm pleased to say I was wrong. And I'm glad he and I talked. And we said we'd talk more later. And hopefully, we will.
POLT
Until about three weeks ago. He sent me a Friend request on Facebook. Okay, I thought, it's been two and a half years, why not? What can it possibly hurt? So I friended him.
Then I saw his updates about going to the Baltimore/DC area and visiting various zoos around there (he was a zoo science major in college, so that's no surprise). About two weeks ago, I got a text from him asking if I wanted to get together in DC somewhere for lunch on Monday and catch up. And while the idea sounded fun, it also sounded a bit...strange. I mean, why all the sudden interest in talking and catching up when there's been virtually no contact in years? But regardless, I already had plans for Monday so I couldn't go and told him.
Last Saturday, A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking and I went to Applebees to eat after work. And while there, I got a phone call from Freddie. He just wanted to talk and catch up. But of course I was eating so I couldn't. But later that night, I did call him back.
He was dog sitting for his cousin. And we talked, probably 45 minutes. I had thought it might be awkward, but it wasn't in any way awkward. It was a relaxed, free-flowing, easy going conversation. Just like it was when we were together and talking on the phone every night. And then his cousin came back, so he had to go. But he called me as he was driving home and we spoke for perhaps another 15 minutes.
It really surprised me how well the conversation went. I mean, it's not like Freddie and I parted on bad terms, becuase we didn't. Honestly, our relationship was dead well before we officially ended it. But still, after all those years, I didn't really think he ever even gave me a thought. And I certainly ddin't think he was interested in talking again.
But I'm pleased to say I was wrong. And I'm glad he and I talked. And we said we'd talk more later. And hopefully, we will.
POLT
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Cut thier hair short, wear shirts and boots (Part 169)...
WifeBeater Wednesdays
This week's theme: Shaving in Wifebeaters.
The last one's kind of a nice segueway between Tooshie Tuesdays and Wifebeater Wednesdays, dontcha think?
POLT
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
She's sassy, she's walkin' tall....
I LOVE this guy! Nearly everything he does cracks me the hell up!
"Can you hold up what you're drinking? It's stupid. *SMACK*" &
"They pay me!"
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! love him!
POLT
"Can you hold up what you're drinking? It's stupid. *SMACK*" &
"They pay me!"
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! love him!
POLT
The back of your hand somewhere on my behind (Part 57)...
Tooshie Tuesdays
This week's theme: Shaving with Tooshies showing.
POLT
Monday, April 18, 2011
Bodies in the street auto mowdown...
Poor Sebastian.
Last Thursday, I got gas, and I apparently forgot to close the flap. This I didn't know until Friday at work when a coworker told me another coworker had told him my gas cap was hanging outside the flap. I went out to the car and sure enough, the flap was nearly closed, but the cap was dangling outside, held there by the cord that attaches it to the car. I dont know how long it was that way. Since you have to open the flap from inside the car, I have to assume I just never closed it. And I hope the gas cap thing was done while I was at work. There are several people there who fancy themselves practical jokers, so it's entirely possible. I was worried someone might have put something IN the tank, but nah, it's run perfectl fine.
Then, when I got home Saturday, I noticed I had lost the back rear hubcap. This was the SAME tire that lost its hubcap in March of last year. Apparently, I'm rougher on that tire than the other three, I dont know.
But Sebastian himself is chugging along just fine, getting me to work and back in torrential rains (like last Saturday), snow, and summer heat. And he's costing me a LOT less in gas than Miss Cleo did.
I just gotta make sure I close everything up after filling him up with gas.
POLT
Last Thursday, I got gas, and I apparently forgot to close the flap. This I didn't know until Friday at work when a coworker told me another coworker had told him my gas cap was hanging outside the flap. I went out to the car and sure enough, the flap was nearly closed, but the cap was dangling outside, held there by the cord that attaches it to the car. I dont know how long it was that way. Since you have to open the flap from inside the car, I have to assume I just never closed it. And I hope the gas cap thing was done while I was at work. There are several people there who fancy themselves practical jokers, so it's entirely possible. I was worried someone might have put something IN the tank, but nah, it's run perfectl fine.
Then, when I got home Saturday, I noticed I had lost the back rear hubcap. This was the SAME tire that lost its hubcap in March of last year. Apparently, I'm rougher on that tire than the other three, I dont know.
But Sebastian himself is chugging along just fine, getting me to work and back in torrential rains (like last Saturday), snow, and summer heat. And he's costing me a LOT less in gas than Miss Cleo did.
I just gotta make sure I close everything up after filling him up with gas.
POLT
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 299)....
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
This week's theme: Hot Shirtless Shaving (or prepping for shaving)!
POLT
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