11.04.2005

Propositions… I HATE THEM!!!!

WTF???
Teachers say vote no on this, but the Firefighters say vote yes.
People with two eyes say support our children, People with one nose say this will damage our children.
WTF???

Here she comes… I can feel her, stand back!!!!

SEAMS RIPPING, JEANS TRANSFORM INTO STRETCH PANTS
LARGE BREASTS EXPLODING, THIGHS OF THUNDER EMERGE
POP!

BIFG ALERT
Here’s a proposition I’d support:
All advertising on television and radio that are Pro/Con any proposition is limited to reading the actual text of the proposition itself.
Wow, what a f*ckin great idea.
Instead of woe is me, if you vote no, I’ll become a crack whore with no teeth, you’d get: “Blah Blah Blah, legal-ease, Blah Blah Blah legal-ease, Blah Blah Blah”
At least all the dumb-f*cks that vote and don’t actually read the voters guide would have an idea what they are voting on!!!!!

Here’s an even better idea! We, the citizens of the United States should not be voting on propositions. We don’t have law degrees (except you Ria) and in general, we don’t understand what the hell we are reading or understand all the loop holes that can and will be exploited.
Leave this to the politicians we voted into office. If they don’t have a law degree, then they have legal teams advising them. That’s more than the dork across the street!

Whew!

END BIFG ALERT

11.03.2005

Friday Fabulous Phonography Fun

If you have even a small tolerance for country music, then you might like this tune.
Fairly recent and one of only a few songs I like from this group.
It makes me want to be away, driving on an old 2 lane blacktop road -- in the late evening of a Midwest summer. Humid air, sun setting low on the horizon, top down, radio turned up.

It makes me smile inside.
Artist: Rascal Flatts
Album: Feels Like Today
Song: Fast Cars And Freedom

Starin' at you takin' off your makeup
Wondering why you even put it on
I know you think you do but baby you don't need it
Wish that you could see what I see it when it's gone
I see a dust trail following an old red Nova
Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder
Wait, baby don't moved, right here it is
T-shirt hanging off Dogwood Bridge
That river was cold but we gave love a chance
Yeah, yeah for me
You don't look a day over Fast Cars and Freedom
That sunset river back first time feeling
Yeah, smile and shake your head as if you don't believe me
I'll just sit right here and let you take me back
I'm on that gravel road, look at me
On my way to pick you up you're standing on the front porch
Looking just like that remember that
I see a dust trail following an old red Nova
Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder

11.02.2005

Picking your flight


I'd very much like to be on this flight. I look forward the flight attendants giving their pre-flight instructions.

10.31.2005

One of those days


No, I'm not having one. But I can tell it's coming. I though I'd pass along this valuable coupon so that when you have "One of those days" you too can reap the rewards of clipping coupons

10.28.2005

Friday Fabulous Phonography Fun

Since Halloween is next week – I thought I would…
There are a few songs that I equate to holidays and when I hear this song, it mean Halloween is here!
It was also my theme song during my teenage Goth years. Don’t ask for photos – I’ve destroyed them all!

Artist: Ministry
Album: 12” singles

Click here to listen and sing along!
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well I live with snakes and lizards
and other things that go bump in the night
cos to me everyday is halloween
I have given up hiding and started to fight
I have started to fight
well any time, any place, anywhere that I go
all the people seem to stop and stare
they say 'why are you dressed like it's halloween?
you look so absurd, you look so obscene'

o, why can't I live a life for me?
why should I take the abuse that's served?
why can't they see they're just like me
it's the same, it's the same in the whole wide world

well I let their teeny minds think
that they're dealing with someone who is over the brink
and I dress this way just to keep them at bay
cos halloween is everyday
it's everyday

chorus

o, why can't I live a life for me?
why should I take the abuse that's served?
why can't they see they're just like me
I'm not the one that's so absurd
why hide it? why fight it? hurt feelings best to stop feeling hurt from denials, reprisals
it's the same it's the same in the whole wide world

10.27.2005

I HAVE A CONFESSION

I have a confession to make. I am having a relationship with another man. Well, actually, this is my second time doing all this. I know, I know, you're shocked. But I don't think I'm the only man having this kind of relationship. You know, the kind when every morning you wake up wondering if that will be the day your man works his magic. The kind your neighbors know about and you don't even care. The kind you might even want to flaunt a little.

It all started last year. In early spring I met a handsome younger man named Mike in Trader Joes. We talked and agreed that he would come over the next week. We didn't say it out loud, but we knew just what would happen when he got there. Then it became a regular thing. He faithfully provided his services on a weekly basis, and he was all I needed. And he was so attentive. Sometimes I'd come home in the evenings to find that he'd stopped by during the day to see me, and that he'd left me a little note in the mailbox. The best part was that he never said no to anything. Never! Whatever my imagination could come up with, he was willing to try. Once he even suggested bringing another guy, but I had to draw the line there.

Then he suddenly stopped coming around. I called and called and left message after message. But he never returned my calls, and I never heard from him again. I started missing him, and every day when I walked up the sidewalk to my house after work, I would just know that he hadn't been by that day. I started to lose hope I'd ever see him again. I started to have….needs.

A month went by, and I hadn't heard from Mike. I had seen my neighbors talking and pointing across the street at my house. They must have been wondering what was going on. My friends realized something was wrong and asked me about it. I told them all about Mike. My friend Bob surprised me by confessing that she too had been involved with a younger man, and that his boyfriend had even condoned the relationship! Apparently his boyfriend was so busy with his career that he didn't mind when Bob arranged for someone else to be responsible for all the things he used to do. Bob suggested that I call Al, a man he had known in the past. "Trust me, he's great!" he whispered as he slipped me his phone number.

It felt a little strange to call him, but like I said, I was really starting to get desperate. I called and when his wife answered the phone, I hung up immediately. The next time I saw Bob, I asked him what to do next. "Oh, don't worry, his boyfriend knows why you're calling. Call him back, it'll be fine. In fact, he can probably tell you when he's available."

So I called Al's number again. And this time when his boyfriend answered I didn't hang up. I told her that Bob had given me Al's name and number and that I needed him right away. Props to GNAA. He calmly told me that Al would stop by next Thursday, and asked me for my address. Feeling embarrassed, I gave it to him. At this point, I was willing to do anything.

That next Thursday was one of the best days of the summer! Bob was right — Al really was everything he'd said he was. And he was much, much better than Mike.

We kept up our relationship for the rest of the summer, even into September. Once the heat of the summer had passed, our relationship faded away. I got one note from him in October, and that was it. But just a couple weeks ago, in the beginning of spring, I got another letter, and then I came home one day and could tell he'd been by. I am not ashamed to admit that I have every intention of continuing my relationship with Al this year. After all, he is the best landscaper around, and my lawn has never looked better.

10.24.2005

Slumberparty

Third-Grade Slumber Party A Snakepit Of Machiavellian Alliances

Source: http://www.theonion.com/

10.21.2005

Friday Fabulous Phonography Fun

A little known fact about me: Garth Brooks and I are from the same home town. In fact, while growing up, I most likely referred to him as "one of those redneck goat ropers" My sister has undoubtly many memories of Garth -- She was... shall we say, free in her younger days!
Anyway, garth recently came out of retirement to release a song about Chris Ledoux -- a rather famous cowboy and country singer who recently died from cancer. It's a great song and demonstrates that talent that has given Garth the title, "King of Country"

Artist: Garth Brooks
Song: Good Ride Cowboy

From the hills of Kaycee, Wyoming,Where life's woolly and wild,Came a Navy brat in a cowboy hat,An' that Copenhagen smile.And from buckin' broncs to honky tonks,He always sang a cowboy's song.An' we were much too young, havin' too much fun,As we all sang along.
An' he sang "Life's a Highway":There's only one way you're gonna get through it.When she starts to twist, be more like Chris:Pull your hat down tight an' just LeDoux it.When that whistle blows an' the crowd explodes,And them pick-up men are at your side,They tell you good ride, cowboy,Good ride.
(Take a ride).
From gold buckles to gold records,Once again he was spinnin' 'round.Took the whole world on,And he turned us on to that Western Underground.An' from Bareback Jack to This Cowboy's Hat,The songs were stronger than his pain.An' he would not slow down from town to town,Like children runnin' through the rain.
An' he sang "Life's a Highway":There's only one way you're gonna get through it.When she starts to twist, be more like Chris:Pull your hat down tight an' just LeDoux it.When that whistle blows an' that crowd explodes,And them pick-up men are at your side,They tell you good ride, cowboy,Good ride.
An' he sang "Life's a Highway":There's only one way you're gonna get through it.Yeah, when she starts to twist, be more like Chris:Pull your hat down tight, let me have it:(An' just LeDoux it.)When that whistle blows an' the crowd explodes,And them pick-up men are at your side,They tell you good ride, cowboy,Good ride.
When we cross that river Jordan,With St Peter on the other side,Singin' good ride, cowboy, good Ride.Say good ride, cowboy, good Ride.

10.20.2005

Tooth Fairy

So my son lost his first tooth.
It has been loose for what seems like an eternity. I was as eager with anticipation as he. I tried to get it out one night – I ended up with a 6 year old who was ready to bite if I put my hands in his mouth “one-more-time!” So we waited.
He was at the neighbors and it just magically fell out – unfortunately, it bounced under their dishwasher. He came running home, standing at the front door with tears in his eyes. “There was no tooth for the Tooth Fairy” His devastation was obvious. I had to think quickly; so I told him, “It’s okay, well leave a note for the Tooth Fairy and se can go next door and get the tooth from under the dishwasher herself.” He liked the idea.
So that night, I had him write the note:

Dear tooth fairy
My tooth is under my nebors(sic) dishwasher.

The next morning the note was gone, and in its place was a shiny silver dollar. Indeed she had come, read the note and retrieved the tooth.
Life is good.

Picture day is Friday – with one missing tooth.
Magical, simply purely magical.

10.07.2005

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Friday Fabulous Phonography Fun

What’s up with me and the Sheila E?
Maybe I’m becoming a bottom?!?!?! Wouldn’t the other-half be surprised about that??? Huh?
Oh Well, evolve or extinct! That’s my philosophy

Okay, this song makes my white-boy hips wanna do things that white-boy hips aren't supposed to do. I was sore the following day after I heard this number.

Artist: Sheila E
Album: Romance 1600Song: A Love Bizarre

A-B-A-B-C-D-The moon up aboveit shines on upon our skinWhispering words that scream of outrangeous sin.We all want the stuff that's found in our wildest dreamsIt gets kinda rough in the back of our limousine.That's what we arewe all want a love bizarre.That's what we arewe all want a love bizarre.A strawberry minda body that's built for twoA kiss on the spinewe do things we never do.Swallow the pride and joy of the ivory towerWe'll dance on the roofmake love on a bed of flower.That's what we arewe all want a love bizarre.The moon up aboveit shines on upon our skin. . .That's what we arewe all want a love bizarre.That's what we arewe all want a love bizarre. . ..

10.06.2005

Job Search

It has been rather hush-hush, but I have been looking to see what is out there for me. I was a little skeptical when I first started, but my resume was tight (I learned that word from the 6 year old) and my function within an organization is unique. In other word, I’m very marketable.
So, quietly I began sending out my feelers. It was just a day before I hit something. So I thought – I’m not really interested in the company because of geographic issues – their in Mission Viejo and I’m in Long Beach, but I thought, “I’ll check it out anyway.”
So I had a meeting to determine fit within the organization – This was very promising to me because, in my experience, only good companies have these types of interviews. That went very well. Next was the technical interview. For some silly reason, I always go into these feeling a little inadequate. I met with 6 people, I know I blew each one of them away. At one point I was asked, “Would you do it this way or that way?” I replied, “Neither, Here’s a third way that is much better.” I knew from the look in their eyes that at that moment that I owned the interview.
An offer would follow within days.
This was a great company. I can tell that. The interview was as much them getting to know me as it was me getting to know them. I was VERY interested.
That evening I went home and talked about the possibilities with my better-half. He had some significant concerns:
1. A new job requires more than 8 hour days – at least at first.
2. With the commute factored in, 12-14 hour days would be likely
3. I’m still in school – which takes my time.
4. Sometimes, I put school before him, and with a new job, that’d be something else that would periodically rate higher on the priority list that he does.
That was the death nail for this new possibility.
I already feel guilty about my school commitment – which he supports me on 110%. But to ask him to move further back in line is not fair.
In being dazzled by possibility, opportunity and intrigue, I was neglecting to see the wonderful, amazing and unfailing thing I already had. In effect, I took him for granted.
The next morning, I called my contact with this great corporation and kindly retracted myself as a candidate. I explained my reasons – honestly. It was obvious they were disappointed but understood. The call was ended, by then saying, “If you change your mind at anytime, please let us know.” That felt good.
But I’ll always wonder how much $$$ they were willing to pay. My estimates were 25-40% higher than my current salary. I guess I’ll never know.
Regardless, my other half’s needs and happiness are much more important than 25-40%
And will always be.

10.04.2005

Heavy subject matter

BIFG ALERT
Why is it that when I’m driving to work and see an anti-abortion or prolife sticker on a car, the driver is usually male? WTF? Has he pushed 8lb 7oz out his willy? I look in these male driven cars and I HAVE NEVER ONCE seen a car seat! Again, WTF?
Oh yeah, I just remembered, there’s no car seat, because his loving wife is at home, barefoot and pregnant and brainwashed.
UGH I f*ckin’ hate this B.S.
As a man, I don’t give a shit if you – a woman -- can or can’t have an abortion, furthermore, I don’t have those body parts and those hormones and all the other things that go along with it. So where do I get off on telling you what you can and can’t do with your body???
Religion you say? God doesn’t want abortions.
WARNING: Religion is a personal thing, if you chose to make a PERSONAL BELIEF a driver for PUBLIC POLICY, then your religion will receive the same scrutiny politicians receive. If that bothers you, go back in the church and shut the door!
Finally, if the nominees for the Supreme Court change R vs.W, then my question to every angry, upset women is this, “Who did you vote for in ’04?” If you answer Bush, you’re gonna get smacked in the mouth and told to get back in the kitchen where you belong.
END BIFG ALERT

10.03.2005

Food for Thought

"I never allow people to hurt my feelings or insult me. No matter what they say, I never take offense; because, the deeper my offense, the shallower my faith." -E. Stanley Jones

9.30.2005

Friday Fabulous Phonography Fun

This little song reminds me of darker days in my existence. Now don’t misunderstand me by thinking that darker=bad; these ‘darker’ days were merely a transitional period in my life where I was trying to determine my purpose, figure out how I could make a difference, have some fun and I was willing to try anything – at least once. Back then I ate engineered food, lived at the gym, weighed 225 and had 9% body fat. Oh yeah, and I was single. Good times… Good times… Ask Reality cubed, he was there!

This tune earns me no punches on the gay card.

Artist: Creed
Album: My Own Prisoner
Song: One

Affirmative may be justified take from one give to anotherThe goal is to be unified take my hand be my brotherThe payment silenced the masses sanctified by oppressionUnity took a back seat sliding further into regression(chorus)One oh One the only way is OneI feel angry I feel helpless, want to change the worldI feel violent I feel alone, don't try and change my mindSociety blind by color why hold down one to raise anotherDiscrimination now on both sides seeds of hate blossom furtherThe world is heading for mutiny, when all we want is unityWe may rise and fall, but in the end we meet our fate together(chorus)

9.28.2005

Satellite Radio

First off, I HATE L.A. Radio. Since the government relaxed the rules on radio station ownership, allowing huge corporations like Clear Channel to own more and more stations in a local market, the quality of these radio stations has gone down and down! Now they’re CRAP!

Last year I decided to buy Satellite Radio and give it a try. I evaluated both XM and Sirius (pronounced: serious) I decided to go with Sirius because I felt the content was much better and they have a Gay & Lesbian channel.

It has been over a year and I LOVE SIRIUS. So much so, that since my original purchase I have purchased one for each car (3 cars) and a boombox for outside. My Christmas wish list includes a portable Sirius Satellite radio with MP3 player (due out in October 2005)

There are 100’s of channels, but here are the 10 on my preset:
The Beat 36 – Dance hits
1st Wave 22 – Classics Alternatives from the 1980’s
Strobe 37 – Disco/Classic Dance
Area 33 – Trance & Progressive House
OUTQ 106 – Gay & Lesbian Radio
Super Shuffle 12 – Sirius Super Mix
The Pulse 9 – The 90’s and now
Big 80’s 8 – The ‘80’s
New Country 60 – Today’s Country hits
CNN 132 – CNN News

9.27.2005

Art Apreciation





















Each of us is unique and different and we find beauty in distinctive and diverse places (Thankfully)
So I’d like to share with you what I call my favorite painting. It is an oil-on-canvas titled, “The Arrival” by Christopher Richard Wynne Nevinson 1889-1946. The circa on the painting is 1913.
When this work was first exhibited a reviewer commented: ‘It resembles a Channel steamer after a violent collision with a pier. You detect funnels, smoke, gangplanks, distant hotels, numbers, posters all thrown into the melting-pot, so to speak. Mr. Nevinson acted as interpreter, explaining that it represented a state of simultaneous mind’.
I love the complexity, I love how different people see different things and how each time I look at it, I notice something different.
The Tate Modern in London own it and currently has it on display; anyone got a spare ticket to London? It’s all in the name of art!

9.26.2005

Gym Memberships

BIFG ALERT!
About a year ago, the Hottie-Blonde-Blue-Eyed significant-other asked me to take advantage of a discount my company offers with 24 Hour Fitness. I signed up and made the arrangements to have the monthly fee paid off a credit card. After paying the fees for months are not once setting foot in a gym, I decided to cancel. So I call and wait on-hold for 19:29 before Jennifer answers. Now she is very pleasant and professional. She tries her pitch to keep me onboard, but I am persistent. So she explains that I must give them 30 days notice to cancel. I know this because I paid first and last month when I joined and I ACTUALLY READ THE CONTRACT. Now any reasonable person would assume that I give 30 days notice, they prorate the last month and I get a refund or a small bill for the remaining few days. NO NOT HERE! Jennifer tells me that I had to give notice on my billing date – the 21st of the month. Otherwise I have pay another month, then my last month dues will be use for the following month and finally my membership would terminate on December 19th. HUH??? WTF??? I give you 30 days notice and still have to pay for 90 days???
Where the hell is that in the contract?
Let me tell you where… NO WHERE!
So argue my point and Jennifer does not relent. I protest on the grounds of unethical conduct on 24hours’ part; still no remorse from her. Finally, I figure out how to fix this problem:
The credit card they bill to gets no use other than 24 hour fitness. I tell Jennifer if she doesn’t comply with the contract they wrote and I signed, I’ll simply call the credit card company up and cancel the account. I don’t care – I have 6 other cards in a drawer a home that just collect dust.
My threat was met with, “We’ll pursue you.”
My reply, “for $50.00?!?!?... Bring it on sista!”
FYI, my Social is not on the application. Good Luck to them.
I hung up, called Capital One, explained the situation, they cancelled my card and issued another one with a new card number
HA HA They deserve to get screwed for being such assholes!
END BIFG ALERT
I am stunned that a corporation would actually use such tactics to take money from people. I’ll be writing a letter to the BBB.

9.23.2005

Friday Fabulous Phonography Fun

So I think I’ll start a little tradition. Each Friday, I’ll cite a song that I heard during my commute that either made me smile, made me happy or made me feel good.
So yesterday while driving home I was channel surfing on my Sirius Satellite Radio and on Channel 8 – Big 80’s this little tune came on. I put my pride in the glove box, threw my dignity out the window, cranked the radio and sang along as loud as I could.
It felt good. Enjoy!

BTW: This earned me 3 punches on my gay-card! 5 more and I can start walking with a swish!

(Right click and select, "Open in New Window")
Sheena Easton - Strut

He said, "Baby, what's wrong with you? Why don't you use your imagination
Nations go to war over women like you, it's just a form of appreciation
Come on over here, lay your clothes on the chair
Now let the lace fall across your shoulder
Standing in the half light, you're almost like her
So take it slow like your daddy told you"

Chorus:
Strut pout, put it out, that's what you want from women
Come on baby, what'cha taking me for
Strut pout, cut it out, all taking and no giving
Watch me baby while I walk out the door

I said, "Honey, I don't like this game, you make me feel like a girl for hire
All this fascination with leather and lace is just the smoke from another fire"
He said, "Honey, don't stop a speeding train before it reaches its destination
Lie down here beside me, oh, have some fun too
Don't turn away from your true vocation"
chorus
I won't be your baby doll, be your baby doll
I won't be your baby doll, be your baby doll
(Instrumental break)
chorus repeats out

9.22.2005

Peering Down from Up Above

As we all know Hurricane Rita is slowly approaching the gulf coast. I can easily imagine what it must be like as I spent many a summer in Galveston Texas in my youth. I send good-thoughts and well-wishes to those who are in its path.
With that said… what the hell is this gonna do to my gasoline bill?
I’ll admit, I don’t have much room to complain… see, I have a commuter car: A 1991 Honda Civic CRX HF that gets around 44 miles-per-gallon. I recently gave a lot of thought to how high gasoline would have to go, before my budget would start to notice the effects; my estimates, $10.00 per gallon. That would mean filling-up the little guy would cost $75.00. (I can barely squeeze $20 in it now!) Can you image gas at ten-buck-a-gallon? That’s the stuff of post-apocalyptic sci-fi movies. I spend about $1000.00 a year on that little car – most of which is preventative stuff – and each time I pay a maintenance bill, I think, “maybe it’s time.” But where can I buy a good reliable car that get 40+MPG for under $100.00 a month??? Huh?? Bueller… Bueller… Bueller…
Now, It’s not my intention to piss-off the owners of mileage-impaired vehicles, but I have noticed the higher gas prices get, the more you peer down at me while we are stopped in traffic. I know what you’re wondering – here’s the answer, “Nope, it’s not For Sale!”