So I was riding the bike today and I clipped this guys mirror w/mine. He was rather disgruntled at first. He rattled off some epithets which I am more than accustomed to hearing. However, it’s amazing what a little contriteness can do. 1) I did stop. 2) I was very apologetic and 3) I fixed his mirror. He was very ok w/it by then.
Maybe manners are coming back in style. Who knew?
I’m fond of teasing my compadres at work and they me. Today, we were laughing about some of the reality shows on TV these days and I made a passing comment “that is so gay”. Apparently, coming from a gay man, my straight counterparts found that extremely hilarious. One of the more macho guys laughed so hard he fell off his chair. I didn’t really say it to be funny. However, it made the rounds all over the room. I guess if you are out and gay and you call something else gay, it’s uber-gay! Who knew?
And has anyone else heard of the “hard gay” guy from Japan? My counter-part, kristaki, has and finds him utterly hilarious as well. What say you?
Do you Yahoo or Google?
Happy Friday all.
My week is winding down. I still have to work tomorrow but no meetings, no overtime, just my normal shift. Work has pretty much consumed my life for the last two weeks. It’s all w/reason so I’m not bitching. I’m just looking forward to my weekend.
Thanks to all who added their RSS feeds in the previous post. I’m still deciding on which feed reader to use for my PDA.
On a side note, I was having a conversation w/a buddy who was going on and on about his ex boyfriends character flaws. Funny, as my friend is a mess himself. I asked him what he thought his character flaws were and he couldn’t tell me.
What do you think your worst character flaw is? I think a big one for me is procrastination.
Apparently, I’m always pissing people off.
I’m either pissing the straights off because I’m not acting gay enough. Or, I’m pissing the gays off because I’m not acting straight enough.
What up w/that? (Someone call Oprah, we’ll have a special!)
Remind me not to use dirty terms on the blog. The sp@m engines have been having a field day. Too bad, I’m well protected by WordPress. hehehe.
I got an email from some chick in Bulgaria claiming to have stumbled over my blog while looking for big weenies. Then I see brettcajun and n2d33p had similar occurrences. I wonder what Freud would say?
Do you sleep
1) on your back
2) on your side
3) on your belly
Inquiring minds wanna know.
This is a new topic for me. I rarely discuss art as 1) I don’t own any 2) what most people call art, I call trash. I’m always amazed at what folks will throw together and call art. Even more of a highbrow for me is what they charge for it. As if slapping an expensive tag on it and calling it art miracuously gives it higher meaning. In a word, bullshit. But what do I know? I’m just a hick who made it out of the sticks. True, growing up as poor as I did, it is hard for me to place value on artistic expression. And when one is wondering where your next meal is coming from, art is a low priority on the list of things to ponder. I do occasionally find work that appeals to my aesthetics (proper syntax?) as well as my wallet. So it is possible. Probable? well thats to be seen.
My rant stems from my desire to have artwork in my home. I’ve often avoided the issue by saying until I buy a home, it’s really not a “home” per say. Why buy art for it? Smelling some more BS yet? Yeah, me too. My lack of art presents an annoying detail I am hoping to change. See my afore mentioned comment on pricetags and you begin to see my dilema. Oddly enough, I have no desire to sit down, create something, and call it art. A contradiction? Possibly.
If one types ‘gay art’ into a google search your first page is littered w/mostly porn. Mind you, I’ve always had a fascination for erotic anime, Tom of Finland, explicit cartoons, etc. However, said interest is not something I wish to plaster all over my walls. Nor do I want the stereotypical black and whites you see on so many…uh hum…walls d’jour.
So my quest this year is to find artistic works that appeal to both my eyes and wallet. I’ll even take pics to show’em off. You can be the judge of my success.
I think I’ve figured out why they are so damn addicting. Those evil little bitches are injecting heroin into’em. That has to be it.
There is no other reason why I would polish off a whole box in one sitting!
Tomorrow the city will be all abuzz w/the tale of the big thunderstorm we are having tonight. It’s a doozy too. I just saw my first flash of lightning. I got up and opened the blinds in my bedroom.
People often look it me funny when I tell’em I love thunderstorms. And I do. It’s one of the few things about Texas I miss. The only type of rain you get in Texas is usually courtesy of a nice fat thunderhead. It sorta just boils across the sky like an angry mass of mindless energy. (And if you think about it, that’s kinda what it is.)
Thunderstorms bring back memories of my early childhood before my foster mom got sick. Before I had to watch her waste away for 2 years battling lung cancer. Before life got ugly. You couldn’t keep me out of the rain. I lost count of the the number of ‘whoopin’s’ I used to get. My mom finally gave up. And I was never once afraid of getting struck by lightning. I’d watch those great bolts flash down across the sky and stare up in amazed wonder. Even not knowing what lightning was, I was just amazed by the sheer power of it. The flash, the smell of ozone, the loud crash, and the soft, wet ever refreshing rain. Afterwards, everything felt so clean. The air was free of pollens and dust. (In Texas, everything is dusty!) It was like someone hung a big sign out saying “wash me” and god finally obliged.
I didn’t realize how much I missed thunderstorms until tonight. SF rarely gets rain in thunderstorms. Usually, our moisture comes from fog, drizzle, and the occasional light rain. I’m amazed at what they consider “coming down hard” here. To me, it’s a sprinkle.
So here I sit in my boxers, with the blinds up, a glass of red wine, and rain pouring down my windows. I can’t wait till tomorrow when everything has that “new planet smell”.
Ni’night!