Category: me

Pic or Pry

While I was visiting the doc the other day, we started talking about blogging. He really wanted to know what it was all about. It got me to thinking how blogging has affected me. You few long time readers know I started blogging while dealing a painful breakup. I got so much support and outpouring of concern it was very overwhelming at times. After which, as it often does, life goes on. So, I told the Doc about all the friends I’ve made thru it, how it helped me find the apartment, and so on. He was truly amazed. He couldn’t believe people could do all that thru such a simple medium. Who knows? Maybe he’ll take up blogging. Not about his patients obviously but I’m sure he has a story to tell.

I mention it as it got me to thinking about why people blog. So, if you read this, even if you never commented before, take a moment to tell me why YOU blog (or don’t).

In the meantime, for those of you non-readers, here are a few more pics.

Here I am looking looking extremely excited.

To Go, Please

I forgot to post these. (Can you tell I haven’t been to the gym much lately) I so need a tan.

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I can report the cleaning crew did a fantastic job! I was very pleased when I got home and found the apartment all nice and clean. I was a tad worried as I’m a bit picky when it comes to services I have to pay for. I have a strong work ethic and I tend to expect the same from folks I pay to do work for me. There are not many luxury items in my budget right now so this was an important decision. I feel justified in my choice now. They did more than even I expected. So any of you local yocals need a good reference, I got one.

A Night Out

Here I sit recovering from a night of excess. My buddy Mark from work wanted to go out and I’ve sorta been putting him off so I said “sure, but we have to go somewhere local”. Which of course meant gay bars. Not because I don’t like straight bars mind you, I was just feeling lazy.

We end up at Moby’s1. Duh. We started off w/just a little booze. A little turned into a lot. By the time our turn came up for pool, I was well on my way to being drunk. My friend is a regular drinker so he was doing doubles to my single to keep up. We ended up playing this couple2 for a few games. One of which, wanted to dump his date and come home w/me. (He was hot.) While I was flattered, homewrecker I’m not3. However, I seem to remember at one point his hand was down my pants “feeling the oats.” The date didn’t seem to mind so I didn’t either. I also remembered when we first arrived, all these little chickens4 were hanging all over him. They slowly disappeared as the night when on. Maybe it was past their bedtime, I don’t know.

There are benefits to spending money on top shelf liquor. Other than a slight inability to move fast, I’m pretty much ok today. The one bad thing, my buddy parked his car in the garage. Yeah, in the space that I no longer own as I rented it to roblog5. Imagine his surprise showing up and a big ugly Honda is in his space. I grovelled appropriately and he was ok with it. Thank God, he worships the quicksand I walk on. I felt like a shmuc though. Actually, it was the first thing I thought of this morning. You know the total “Doh!” w/the hand to head? Yeah that.

Now, I’m waiting on the cleaning lady to come by and give me a bid on the apartment.

1 It’s actually a cool little bar. Not pretentious and most folks are there to hang out and shoot some pool.

2 Turns out, they weren’t a couple after all. They’d just met last night.

3 After learning they weren’t a couple, I did have second thoughts. The idea of a three-way got thrown out several times. However, I was a good boy. Besides, my buddy would have freaked. (And, I’d already been a bad boy, twice)

4 That’s slang for very young boys. My buddy wasn’t sure they were 21. I assured him they were and a conversation about how old we’ve gotten ensued.

5 Not the brightest move as he is also my landlord.

Jesus Christ, Superhero

I had probably the oddest frakin’ dream I’ve ever had in my entire life last night. Are you ready for this? Ok, here goes…

I dreamed I was in a oddly shaped church w/a swimming pool in back section. No, that’s not the weird part even though, my friend Trev busted out laughing as soon as those words were out of my mouth. He could tell already it was a doozy! Anyway, I kept diving into the deep end of the pool and every time I did I was possessed by Jesus Christ when I came up for air. I know weird. And before any religious folks go off the deep end w/your voodoo, read the rest of the story. (Yes, it gets worse)

While I’m possessed, I’m still the same inside but on the outside I’m all glowy and I can heal people, fix broken buildings, see the truth, etc. You know the whole “image”. Now for the record, I didn’t “feel” the presence of anyone other than myself nor did the dream have any “holiness” to it. Jesus wasn’t in me, I was just suddenly the aspect of Jesus in my dream. The dream repeats a few times where I do amazing things, blah blah blah. Then at one point, I’ve just performed some sort of miracle and I go up to the pulpit and God is there. Except God is rather buff, hairy, and wearing a toga type garment. We hug (No, I wasn’t coping a feel, it was a father/son hug however, I do remember thinking in the dream dad was buff. lol)

It was at this point that my friend interrupted the dream by waking me up. When the grogginess wore off and the sheer ludicrousness of the dream hit me, I started giggling and told Trev immediately.

I giggled all the way to the gym.

Tinkering Again

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m tinkering w/the blog again. I’m adding stuff back in and some stuff got left out. I’m trying to keep it sleek and simple. The clutter tends to be distracting I think.

I also added the RSS links back in as well as a subscribe page. This way more folks have options as to how they get updates. You can download it via a feed reader or just wait for an email in your inbox.

Now you have 3 ways to get your Moby fix!

Esp�re!

Yes Brett, I know it’s all about you honey.  But you’ll just have to espère. (“wait” or “patient” in cajun french)

For the rest of you, until I settle on a new theme, some things are missing!

Suck, Swallow, & Spit

Ok, get your mind out of my gutter. Actually, the title came to me after a very short terse email from an unknown reader.

Moby, you are a moron and you suck.

I do suck. And I swallow too but that’s another story. Here’s a tip, don’t go away bitter honey, just go away. . .

So after more than one private email asking “what gives?”, I guess I should clear the air. A few of you seem a bit worried about moi. Mind you, I’m completely honored you took the time to check in, rest assured I am ok. Actually, I’m better than ok.

This has been a year of change and growth for me. Way more than I ever expected. Every week I sit down wondering what I’m gonna write about. Then suddenly, the fingers start moving and all this stuff comes flying out. Which is sorta the purpose of the blog in the first place, right? I know I blog about very menial and superficial stuff at times. That’s part of who I am. But lately, a lot of ideals and realizations have been “clicking” into place up in the ole noodle. Actually, I think the spark came from having an image of someone I’d built up in my mind shattered. I’m not exactly sure if that’s irony, karma, or just coincidence. I really couldn’t give a rat’s spit which one it is. I’m noticing old habits don’t seem as ingrained anymore. Certain addictions (no not drugs silly) don’t seem to hold the same appeal either. I grow weary of negative thoughts that often serve to distract me from the truth. I find myself banishing them more and more often. I can literally “feel” myself changing.

As I commented to one very genuine blogger, on the outside I’m the same old me. On the inside however, things are all jumbled up. And as the dust settles, a new better me is emerging. I think the changes are are very subtle in nature but pronounced in their affect. You might say, a “new and improved” me. How’s that for an infomercial?

Changes In The Wind

*I’m having a hard time articulating myself so bear w/me.*

I was faced w/an uneasy choice recently. While the details vary, it’s a choice I’ve made several times before, not always successful mind you. In a nutshell, it boils down to a tug-of-war that breaks out between my emotions and my reason. Emotions often win out. Not necessarily a bad thing however, the emotions aren’t always postive ones.

For those few long-term readers, you know self-image and self-worth are often my biggest demons to fight. Many of my choices in the past have been heavily influenced by said demons. The results of those flawed choices have often been disasterous. My last relationship being a spectacular example of that. Enter the blog. Many of you have witnessed my efforts(s) over the last two years to flesh out these problems and put an axe to’em. I know, I’m being vague but, like I said, the details behind my post today aren’t overly relevant and would only serve to stir up unnecessary drama. The point is I made a different choice this time. I went w/my reason instead of my emotions. Surprisingly, the fallout pain and regret I expected have yet to materialize. No, if I had to choose any one feeling, I’d say I’m feeling very liberated!

Instead of acting on irrational fears and old abandonment issues, I made a decision based on reason. I know it sounds odd but this really is a first for me. The decision isn’t what I originally hoped for but it is the right decision. And no matter how it turns out, I’m taking time to wallow in that just a little. *g*