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February 28, 2004
biting my tongue
Last night me and the gurls had dinner at Hamburger Mary's, with drinks beforehand upstairs at Titan. While we were drinkin' and gabbin', a boyfriend of a good friend/geek of ours came in and we had a good chat. He openly 'came out' in the conversation as a registered Log Cabin Republican (HISS!), and I had to bite my tongue so hard it dropped out of my mouth and flailed and complained on the floor, trying to start a rant of rage without my assistance. I really held my composure well, and listened to what he had to say without unsheathing my Righteous Sword of Justice. It's easy to rant as you know me to do, but after you've had dinner with someone it's not quite as simple. While he was formerly on my blog list, I removed him a while back, not because he's an R-word but because he didn't update his blog (an even greater crime in my book).
>; )
But then again, with the currently available Democratic candidates not that much more supportive than W these days, what choices do we have? With Dean and Clark out of the picture, we are basically left with two pricks to choose from. Makes me almost...almost want to (~shudder~) vote for the other option. Now not just biting my tongue, but may be eating crow as well. Perhaps I'll just keep my mouth shut about politics until the fall, as there seems to be something every day that gets me riled up, which is not good for my stomach lining.
Chrisafer's suspicions of Osama being already caught and stored for future political gain by W have been justified by some recent articles. Didn't know that 'fer was an Oracle, did you?
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February 27, 2004
i made the post (express)
Hrmm...I can't get an editorial published in the Washington Blade, but I can make the Washington Post Express. My complaint about a sexist article they wrote made it in this morning's paper, which is distributed throughout our Washington Metropolitan Metrorail system. Mom, my piece is to the left of the crossword puzzle, just above the bit about the gay marriage stuff, so you can print it out and do the puzzle too.
Hmm...there's an HRC-sponsored rally at 6p.m. on Tuesday, March 3rd at 17th and Rhode Island Ave., NW to protest Bush's crap. I'll probably go, although I wish there were more edgy, radical activities organized in this town. The last HRC-sponsored rally I went to was after the Matthew Shepard beating and death. While other cities hosted true memorials and candlelight vigils to help people deal with their feelings of sadness and rage, HRC turned the opportunity into a very crass and unemotional political statement. I found it distasteful, and it really turned me off to HRC since then. Sure, this is DC and politics are the business of this town, but at the time I needed the time to help express my anger and confusion about the guy's death.
I'm expecting that this upcoming rally won't be much of an opportunity to scream and yell either...there will be famous stars and politicians there yapping away on a podium, and lots of fundraising plugs to help pay for their staff and new building. I guess I'd like to have alternative groups championing our cause, instead of just a monarchy.
The Lantern last night was not pretty (Bob, 'mouse, Paul and 'boo excepted of course), so I did not stay long. I did have a nice chat with big burly thuggish-looking bearded Pat for a while though. He's usually silent, so having an actual conversation with him was a surprise. I forgot to catch Prince on Leno too, as I was busy chatting online about 40something Daddies with that hunkalicious bearcub himself, JDub.
Dinner tonight with Chrisafer, Gurl and the other gurls at Titan, but I'm taking my time getting there. No rushing on Friday evening. Then I think I'm gonna go home and prep for the D&D game on Saturday. Many thanks to our benefactor, Torgonus, for the books! More material with which to destroy their characters.
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February 26, 2004
mao-tse jimbo
Hmm...this is so me:
You're China!
Big and powerful, you have a long history behind you with more good and bad than you care to remember, or are really capable of remembering. Lately, in older age, you've gotten sort of crochety and even mean-spirited. There is still a lot that's beautiful about you, but most of the focus people have when they think about you is how hard it is to work with you. There's hope that you might start opening up to people, but lots of people have bumper stickers about how much you should change.
Posted by jimbo at 4:30 PM | Comments (5)
saying nothin'
Damn, yesterday I was riding on a cloud due to that dream about the hottie in the tangerine and cherry sarong. The feeling of that dream stuck with me all day. Looking at swoon.com's dream interpretation site, I see that it's not the man that's the important player in this portent, it's the jungle. He was leading me through a jungle, which symbolizes emerging from a foolish relationship. My dreams are so right on symbolic most of the time it ain't even funny. Still, he was hot and there were butterflies and flowers and shit, so it was a good dream too.
Unfortunately, my brief happy streak was broken this morning by this idiotic, sexist piece in this morning's Washington Post Express:
Ladies Who Mulch: Home and Garden Show
If the Oscars show is the Super Bowl for women, then the Capitol Home and Garden Show is the ladies' own auto expo: more than 500 booths filled with products and ideas guaranteed to get her heart racing and her hands redecoratiing, gardening and remodeling.
Dulles Expo Center, 4368 Chantilly Center, Dulles; Thu.-Sun., Feb. 26-29, $9; 800-274-6948.
So clearly, only women get excited over the Oscars, go to garden shows, and redecorate. It's not even a queer issue...it's totally sexist to assume only women garden. I have been gardening for 20 years, and am still going strong. And you spelled 'Capitol' wrong, asshole.
Girl Scout Cookies are ordered! Mmm...thin mints - 4 boxes of 'em to be inhaled in mere minutes.
I chatted with a few bloggers yesterday about public, real, gay rights activism. Some were all for it, others withered back from the idea in terror and self-preservation. Not a surprise in this town. It's kinda funny but some people think the Internet, Andrew Sullivan and HRC are our only saviours. The Internet didn't help Dean now, did it? Public activisim is not dead, nor will it die. The young'uns just need a good display to get them going in the right direction. As for your supposed impotent anger, shut up and do something about it! And make it real, not virtual. I'm planning on doing something.
Reminds me of something James used to say:
You're like a dull knife that just ain't cuttin'.
You're just talkin' loud, but ain't sayin' nothin'.
Speakin' of badness, Prince will be on the Tonight Show tonight. I may have to skip out on the Lantern and the possibility of seeing dreamy square-jawed man! I do have my priorities.
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February 25, 2004
out: kilts. in: sarongs.
Out: men in kilts. In: hairy-chested ripped caucasian men in sarongs. It must have been the dream I had this morning. Now that I have your attention, please read on through the important political shit and then I'll write about cum at the end of this entry:
I'm still pissed off about Bush today. It's not going away. Dan got me all riled up about it last night. What Bush espouses is the way many people feel about us. It is time for the complacent urban queers to wake up.
So I do marketing and communications at work, but am currently stumped with a personal idea I have for some social marketing/engineering. Regarding the whole gay marriage hullabaloo: If you were to create a single phrase or slogan that addresses this issue that has a number of characters somewhere between a whole sentence or as short as the text on one of those candy hearts, what would it be? The phrase would have to: a.) incite thought amongst straight people about the importance of gay marriage and the civil and financial benefits that follow; b.) be somewhat humorous in order for said straight people (i.e. middle ground voters) to let down their guard enough to think for a bit; c.) fit on a banner in a large font hung in a strategic location in a major metropolitan area.
I think education and information is key here - by and large straight people just don't understand what we are all riled up about, and need some messages to get through to them. The only people screaming and yelling here are the far right and left (as usual), and the queers with something to lose, mainly their rights. We need the middle to be aware, informed and voting in the correct direction.
So I'm just thinking and pondering ideas: "I'm gay: marry me!" "My husband's in the hospital, I can't visit him, and all I get is this lousy tee-shirt." "My milkshake is better than yours, but I'm getting screwed around taxtime because I'm gay." As you can see...I need some help with ideas here. Comment at will. You are all creative queers...think of something!
And where the fuck is Act Up and Queer Nation these days? Perhaps it's time for a new generation of activism? I'm not waiting for either of them or HRC to get their butts in gear. It is time to scream, and I'm not going to wait for a polite and fabulous star-studded black tie event dinner in order to get shit shouted out. I am poor, gay, and have nothing to lose but even more rights.
I was talking with my roomate and chatting with Dan yesterday about the queer kids these days. Young gay men think AIDS is cured and our rights as human beings are guaranteed because we're on Will and Grace and Queer Eye. They are in for quite a surprise if they continue to sit back on their laurels.
And as for the closeted queers who work for conservative Republican congressmen and the RNC (and I know who you are in DC): I'm really struggling with the idea of even being able to be in the same room with someone who works for and supports leaders who are garnering political power (and campaign funds) inciting fear and hatred against their own people. How can they do this on a daily basis and still live with themselves? I'm really considering activism on an interpersonal level here as well.
Another classic from The Onion:
Transformer Refuses To Change Back Into Volkswagen
CYBERTRONóFollowing an intense battle with Megatron and his evil Decepticons Monday, former robot-in-disguise Bumblebee refused to revert to his natural state as a yellow Volkswagen Beetle. "I hid my existence in this world by taking the form of a vehicle! I revealed my true nature when I was called upon to protect earth!" said Bumblebee, a member of Optimus Prime's heroic Autobots force. "I refuse to change back into a humiliating bubble-shaped compact car!" Bumblebee added that Megatron arrived on earth with one goal: Destruction!
Despite my political crankiness, this morning when I woke up I was torn from the most wonderful dream about square-jawed dreamy-eyed superstud from my gym who I saw at the Lantern last week. He was like showing me around some fabulous jungle place leading me around by the hand and he was beaming at me. La la la butterflies and birds-of-paradise and I think he only had a sarong on and it was HOT. I know, it sounds stalky, but it was a pleasant dream. No early morning ejaculate though...my wet dream days are long passed.
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February 24, 2004
love and rugby
I'm happy to say that my mole-ridden dermis has been officially declared cancer-free. The doc said it was instead some common itchy back malady that happens a lot to people. He gave me some creams and salves to deal with it. I got my health, which is good. I'll go again a year from now, just like Kyan says to do on Queer Eye. And if you need a reference to an absolutely adorable dermatologist, let me know. Married, but cute as a button.
Yesterday I was having lunch with Chrisafer's partner Bubbles, and we were talkin' about dating, relationships, love and all that. It ocurred to me that dating a lot like rugby: if you're afraid to get hurt, you're not going to play a good match. You have to go into the game expecting to get hurt, with the reserves to take the hits. Sure, you might not get hurt, which makes for a more enjoyable post-match social and continued career in the game.
Injury was one of the reasons I decided to stop playing rugby. I think my game suffered after one too many cuts and bruises, and the fear of huge hospital bills and the possibility of not being able to run again without limping made me play scared and hesitant.
On a similar vein, I decided I should probably cut back on any thoughts of serious dating for a while, as I've found lately I'm not ready to take the hits and watch the cuts and bruises heal over and over again. I've got too many demanding issues on the plate right now like money, adjustment to the new job, trust, time, and grad school preparation. I believe if you're serious about growing together with someone, you can't play the game scared and hesitant. It makes for a bad match.
But my personal issues seem miniscule in comparison to the times. Our President is now actively and openly supporting a constitutional amendment that assures we do not have the same rights as other people. It's absolutely amazing and terrifying. It may not become a reality, and Bush bringing the issue to the forefront for political gain may work to our benefit in the end. But it still amazes me that a country that has gone through emancipation of slavery, liberation of women, and a supposed ethical superiority to other countries is going in this direction. Looking at Amnesty International's website, I see there are more grave concerns in the world, like child slavery, barbarism in Congo, global famine and AIDS. But I think the progression of equal rights for gays, lesbians and other human beings with alternate sexualities could be an example for the developing world.
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February 23, 2004
future love paradise
But if only you could see them,
You would know from their faces.
There were kings and queens,
Followed by princes and princesses.
There were future power people,
Throwin love to the loveless.
Shining a light 'cause they wanted it seen.
Well there were cries of why...
Followed by cries of why not
Can I reach out for you if that feels good to me ?
And the riders will not stop us, 'cause the only love they'll find is paradise.
Mmmm don't you know that racism in among future kings, can only lead to no good.
Besides your, sons and daughters already know how that feels.
One day all the queens will gather round,
Spreading love and unity so we can be found...
inject me with your love, all right.
Seal, 1991, Future Love Paradise
Hmm...vague enough to be prophetic, but remarkably relevant to today. I'll leave it up for your interpretation.
Posted by jimbo at 4:21 PM
skid marks, oxy-clean & queer envy
My car is in the Blade this week! Please buy her off of me. Ohmigawd she's like sooo cute! Except for that plastic skid mark down the side, which I got when I scraped it against someone's side-view mirror. Yesterday when I washed my car I tried to use bug and tar remover as per Brent's advice. No dice...all that stuff is is glorified Oxy-Clean in a spray can, and merely brightened the area around the skid, thus highlighting the skid mark even further. Some of it has filamented off, but it's still mostly there.
So for all you guys who go to str8acting.com with concerns about your masculinity...here's your chance for +10 bonus points: what substance would remove a plastic scrape but not damage the paint job on my vehicle? I suppose I could also ask the chemical or automotive engineers here in my department.
Last night I went to have a lovely dinner with my buds Kurtie and Shane up in Silver Spring. Kurt did not have a car for many, many years while he lived in DC. He lived in a small apartment and lived frugally and saved up. Now he has a lovely home on the edge of Sligo Creek Parkway. Queer envy for sure.
Oh, tomorrow I go to the dermatologist for a checkup and possible precancerous mole removal (MOLEYMOLEYMOLEYMOLE!). One spot on my back keeps itching, and Dr. Woof says it's multicolored and dangerous looking too. If I get it removed, I'm putting it for sale on E-Bay.
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February 22, 2004
pixie and mitzhi go to baltimore
Yesterday I got the urge for an evening out on the town in Baltimore with Mitzhi Jean McWhorigan. She's lookin' at buying in the more reasonable real estate market there, and I thought a tour was in order for some perspective. And we got our perspective.
With Mitzhi as Uhura the navigatrix, and her CD she made for me "No Sidedish: The Remixes Vol. I" as the road trip soundtrack, we were able to park close enough to Central Station, which is kinda like JR's in DC but more laid back with a more mixed crowd. I tried to talk it up with a schnozalicious artsy-lookin' guy but no dice. Regardless, of the three places we went, I liked Central Station best.
Then we went over to The Hippo, a video/dance bar. The same crowd from Central Station migrated there, so there wasn't much to see except for the bartender, who was a trick from waaay back who still holds the title as best cocksucker to date. It was good to see him...warm fuzzy feelings inside and down in the nether regions. Both Mizhi and I weren't being very social, as neither of us get to see new music videos very much, so our eyes were glued to the video screens for the most part. We loved the new Britney video, 'Toxic', which is visually intoxicatinig.
Before the trip, I suspected Mitzhi was expecting something straight out of a John Waters film, but by this time she was disappointed, as it was far less trashy than she imagined. No teabagging was experienced.
Then to a sketchy neighborhood that scared even a seasoned Shaw resident like me, to go to the Baltimore Eagle. There was far more of a 'leather community' feel there, and both Mizhi and I felt overdressed. I took the shirt off to fit in a little more, but we still overheard mutterings of "DC attitude" from the locals. I was most interested in its layout, as it seemed to span the length of two rowhouses. It was by far the longest bar I've ever been to. Like DC's Remingtons, I got the feeling that everyone there knew everyone else's business and had already done each other, which I tried to avoid when I moved to DC in the first place. Exhausted from the effort of expressing our attitude, we left by about 1am.
Yesterday I had some nice correspondence with Mark. Like Toby, we've had some run-ins with exes who are ill and can't stop partying, and had a nice chat about it. Not only is Mark cute, but a wise one as well. It seems like toughlove is the answer when dealing with crystal meth.
Ralph Nader is running a glamour campaign again for President. Thanks again, Ralph. Is it your intent to draw votes away from a Democratic candidate yet again? Remember what happened last time, folks. It is believed that Gore may have won over W had the votes not been so spread out. I'm begging all of you, even if you are an environmental Green consumer advocate bleeding-heart liberal, please vote for the candidate who can actually beat Bush.
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February 21, 2004
lucky love belongs in teenage heaven
I'm going to confess to the guilty pleasures of Celene Dion and Ace of Base music. Both perform most of their songs in the uplifting Major key, and have very happy, light and fluffy lyrics. In the lyrical style of Duran Duran, Ace of Base lyrics don't often make sense. They're written to convey a feeling instead of making any kind of point. 'Beautiful Morning' seems to fit today:
What a beautiful morning in my life
The best in life is free
Iíll give it all away
And I wonder what more is to come
Believe me
Crows will always fly
Believe me
Theyíre only birds
You have to let go
And you will see things in a different light
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February 20, 2004
amish barns and beards
Buzz buzz buzz...takin' a blog break from the already crazy day, a mere continuation of yesterday. In one day, I met both our Dean and the President of the University in order to take cam pics for our website. Lots and lots of writing, prioritizing, posting, publishing, and picking up work stuff in the Lincoln Town Car with Pimp Daddy McSee. I had to carry everything though, cuz I'm his bitch.
I don't know why I've been depicting Chrisafer as a pimp this week, but it just seems to fit for some reason.
Last night I had a good time catching up with the schnozster, and a few rugby teammates at the Lantern. Topics of discussion were Amish barns and beards, mole removal, drummers and why jimbo should move outta DC. It seems like there's this universal understanding by everyone else but me that DC is not my place. But I agree. Fitz said I'm "too laid back" for DC, and would be more comfortable in a rural setting or a smaller town. First we get this Master's degree, then we start lookin' around. Anyway, good to see that misery has company and it's not just me that's feelin' the blues this month. This winter has been harsh on a lot of people I think.
In other bright and sunny news, here's a sobering blog entry from the future from the point of view of an L.A. gay man under the continued Bush regime through 2008. I read it this morning in this month's issue of The Advocate and it was a kind of a powerful read.
Later on last night we met up with Paul, Neil and Bob for some shirtlessness upstairs at the Lantern. Good chat and ogling were had by all. I swear super-dreamy square-jawed handsome man was checking me out! I gotta stop being a big girl and just say hi to him some day, but I thinks he has an equally handsome boyfriend. Oh well. I dranks too much though and this morning was like dragging myself across a glass-strewn, burning asphalt Florida Avenue in July in with no clothes on while being shot at by crack dealers. Ugh...partying done with for the weekend.
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February 19, 2004
boston market bitch slap
So, while I was at the Boston Market for lunch today, it suddenly came to me why I'm so broke at this job even though I earned less (gross) at the last one. At the last job I was travelling a lot and earned plenty of per diem. That covered lots of food, gas, and living expenses. I'm glad I figured that out though. At least now I know why I'm broke. And today was my only lunch trip outside the office, with meals other than sandwiches this week I must add.
Meanwhile, Chrisafer was in the back of the Lincoln Town Car getting impatient that I didn't get his roasted chicken platter (1/2 chicken white meat with 3 sides: greens, apples and mac & cheese) to him in time. He felt a minor pang of hunger so I got a hard bitchslappin' when I got back to the car. I won't let my mind wander so ever again, cuz I gotta be on top of things as his bitch driver.
Anyhow, I'm in a lot better mood this week. First, Valentine's Day is done with. Fuck that shit.
Second, I've been looking at a few places near campus to move to. Let's just say I've realized that I don't have it so bad where I am and who I live with, considering what they're asking for rent in the 'burbs. Either I've got it really cheap in DC, or the gurlz in the MD 'burbs have no idea what to charge for rent these days. Last night I went to one place advertised in the Blade where the guy could not say the word 'gay'. He referred to homosexuals as 'people like us'. Umm...I want a big, flaming homo who says 'gurl' and 'queen' and 'gay' and talks about a good rimming once in a while. That's the kind of roomate I want.
Next, I'm kinda over my own self-generated drama with this guy I've been seeing since MAL. He has since explained in detail and at great length that he is very, very busy. OK, I understand...I can roll with that. Then I also realized that sure, this guy clearly is going at a slow pace or he is not really interested...why shouldn't I be a slut and take advantage of this status of being single too? Duh. Oh, and I just got off the phone with him...I just discovered passive hinting doesn't work either...I was just blunt and now I got some time with him this weekend. Duh2. I'm still learning and growing.
Moving forward with my plans to lower my expenses have made me feel better as well. Call it empowerment I guess. Me acting to solve my own problems. I've put ads out to sell the car, I'm looking at cheaper places to live, I'm making plans on how to spend less and save more. This makes me feel better. I am not going to panic. My #1 wish is to get rid of that fucking car though.
Realizations from last week sucked and kinda slapped me in the face really hard and unexpectedly, but I'm bouncing back. The weather perking up and a good week of sleep helps too. I got one idea for part time work, should no web jobs on the side come through soon, is to work weekends and evenings doing landscaping/sales at/with Garden District. I got the skillz, that's for sure. I know some other queens who might need part-time landscaping help. We'll see how they pay. I ain't gonna blow my weekends away for a scummy minimum wage, however.
This weekend I gotta wash the car and remove the plastic skid mark from the side of it. Props to BMW for the advice. Butch queer guys are great resources. I promise to go to a movie with Mitzhi, I need to get my hair did, and will visit Shane at his new pad in Silver Spring.
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February 18, 2004
freedom, you got to give for what you take
There's some kind of bug in my Outlook e-mail account at work. Yet an updated VirusScan hasn't found anything. My inbox messages are replicating themselves, thus clogging up my inbox. Sorry if I've lost your e-mails or have not returned them. THIS JUST IN: Corrupted Inbox, no virus.
And Outlook is my work e-mail. I can do nothing about having or using it, so I don't want to hear from all you Mac cultists about it or Microsoft's clearly inferior security. Boring, sad, tired old topic, even if it's true. So just keep quiet about it, OK? We've heard it before. Thank you.
Speaking of Mac cultists, Dan has something very interesting to say about the patterns of facism throughout history. Don't know where he got it from, but it's scary, relevant to the times, and true. And on a similar note, Big Rob makes some comparisons too! Eeeowtch!
And speaking of quelling freedoms, did anyone notice on the recent Dinty Moore soup commercial, where the parents take an aptitude test and explain to their kids that they've decided to become rock stars, with the last scene where the mom comes back to grab her keys and her big ass is busting out of her pink spandex shorts? That scene has been recently cut...did you notice? Janet exposes her boob, America panics, so now anything curvey or even remotely sexual gets removed. Scary.
And did anyone catch the blatant Pepsi product placement on the new Queer Eye last night? Instead of toasting cocktails with the straight guy at the end of the makeover, they were toasting Pepsis. Scary. Kyan is now promoting brand name, standard grocery store shelf hair and facial items instead of obscure fabu brands. Sad. Queer Eye is already done as far as I'm concerned...as it has been thoroughly bought out.
And speaking of continually selling out, sorry to hump the 'hausen blog, but I gotta point out that a year ago Andrew Sullivan was arguing against working towards legislating same-sex partnerships, and now Drew is now a cheerleader for "civil disobedience" for same sex unions? Pick a stance, hon. Or do you merely write about what's hot regardless of where you stand, merely for the paycheck? Perhaps Jimbo should be as flexible...then would I be richer too?
But that's her freedom if she wants to be a schizo-queen. As I was driving Chrisafer home in his Lincoln Town Car with mirrored windows (I have to drive even though it's his car cuz I'm his bitch and I have less bling than he does) we were talking about the freedom to talk about things like masturbation and the pleasures of writing about shaving one's balls on one's weblog. I'm fortunate that I'm not a public entity or in a tight group of gossipy friends where I have to be cautious about what I write about. Mom reads this blog, as do most of my friends who haven't gotten bored with it already. Some people I date read it, but most do not. Anyhow, I'm glad to be me writing about me and whatever I do with me or my privates. No judgements here, just glad I don't have to have a pseudonym or be worried about friends and family 'finding out' about my blog. I can only imagine that it would be far more effort than it was worth to continue such endeavours were I doing a DL blog.
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February 17, 2004
rockets, knitting and coyote ugly
I woke up this morning with the guitar anthem intro and chorus for that 80's song 'Turn Up The Radio.' I haven't heard the song since the 80's, and I don't know why it appeared in my mind. Joe, who sang that song?
Y'all send a birthday shout out down to Bubba in Houston. He's like somewhere past his mid-30s now and just getting more daddylicious with age. Here's to more grey hairs in the chin of that beard. I've already sent my present...hope you like it.
>; )~
THIS JUST IN: Holy shite, I forgot about Jocko's birthday! He's gonna kick my ass for fergetting, but I just might like it.
Speaking of Rockets: from Kenn in Vancouver: check out his bitchin' DARPA challenge robot pic which will be in this month's issue of Popular Science. I want one of those for Christmas. L.A. to Vegas, Baby! Rocket launchers optional.
Knitting is back. But my mom can kick anyone's ass with a pair of knitting needles any day. And she can sew too. She once created a Nightcrawler doll for me on request, using only a sketch from a comic book to work from. AND she does interior remodeling and carpentry. I wish she had made me help zip-strip the moulding and doorways, put up drywall and paint, so I could do the same to my future home and talk about it endlessly and bore people to death at gay cocktail parties.
I am going to Coyote Ugly some day. One just opened in DC. Just because it'd be a guilty pleasure, and a visit to one of the more tacky aspects of straight life. Who's with me? Mighty Jimbo, I'll take you there first thing when you come visit. Vicks Vapo-Rub...down there? Don't believe Brent for a second. Exclusive tops don't know what they are talking about in terms of lube use and selection. Just ask a pro next time: me.
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February 16, 2004
on the down low geek
Last night's Lizard Lounge crowd was insane...it was the Sunday before a Federal holiday, and all the government wonks got Monday off. We went there after after D&D with James, Gurl and Chrisafer, ultimately to meet up with Jeremy and Dwight. On the way over there, I was told explicitly by Gurl to keep the D&D chatter "on the down-low". We are DL D&D geeks, apparently. But all the Valentine's Day candy, chocolate and Dr. Pepper from the D&D session had me all hyped up, so I had to be shusshed by Gurl to stop talking about my new rogue/sha'ir half-elf character from Zakhara that I was all excited about. James was a little scared, I think.
So we finally get our coats put away and found a lee in which to drink and bitch. I had spotted Dreamy Ron a little earlier, with another one of his "friends" from out of town. As I learned last summer, Dreamy Ron has a lot of "friends" from out of town, yet cannot seem to date local people. Control / intimacy issues I think...as he just always wants to be 'friends'. Jimbo ain't no sidedish. Anyway, the jig was up, as while I had always suspected his "friends" were more than friends, I got to see it live in action as he tried to look single in front of me while his friend was all over him. Delicious. Later on we chatted for a bit, and Dwight spoke up and said, "Oh, you're the Ron Jimbo writes about all the time on his weblog!"
At that moment, I flexed my big toe, releasing the spring-activated blade hidden in the toe of my Doc Martens. One deep swipe with the blade to Dwight's femoral artery and he would be out in a few minutes. In such a crowded gay club, people would just think he had fallen out on G. He had already said too much.
So Dreamy Ron says, "Oh, and what do you say about me on this weblog?" At that moment, Chrisafer arrives in style (as usual) with his posse and his cubic zirconia bling-bling, effectively sparing Dwight a slow painful death by blood loss. "Oh, hey Chrisfafer! Over here!" I say, saving me a most uncomfortable explanation.
Later on I say to Dwight in dire tones, the bootblade a few inches from his crotch, "Dwight, honey...not everyone I've dated knows I have a weblog." I guess I'm on the DL with the blog as well.
And then there's the fact that what I write is an interpretation of my life, and a mere slice of it at that, whereas my real life may be quite different than how I write it. I hope all you frequent readers got to this part, and take it to heart.
As usual, my expiration time at the club was shorter than most of the patrons. I probably shouldn't have masturbated before going out, as I just wasn't interested. Plus, as I go out less, and as my age increases, I recognize fewer and fewer people. Maybe it's a good thing...I'm more accustomed to going out with friends these days, and it's one of the factors that may make moving out of and/or away from The District an easier choice. I just don't need the urban queer scene anymore, it seems.
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February 14, 2004
i wish that i had jesse's girl
Dammit dammit DAMMIT! Tonight at the party I chatted with this dreamy guy Gary who I made out with at the Lantern one night who has a partner but is a big terrible flirt. This guy Gary is kinda baldalicious schnozalicious (a dead ringer for Fitz, but even cuter and also furrier) with perfectly white teeth and pretty eyes and a really quiet geeky way ('adorkable') about him and I even think he's hot even though he lives in Burke, VA, but his partner is a Navy SEAL and fixes classic cars and butch shit like that but I wish that I was Jesse's girl! Grrrrr....frustrated.
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happy valentine's day
With a good night of sleep and the luxury of sleeping in, I'm in a much lighter mood today...so I'll ligthen up, OK? By the end of the week I definitely had the need to talk to a friend, and he must have received my psychic distress call, and called last night for a long, hard talk. He's known me since I came to DC, and pointed out that I've been unhappy in DC for the majority of the time I've lived here. As I wrote yesterday, I'm just not suceeding here in DC, either financially or emotionally, and while the friend never read my blog entry, he reiterated my thoughts from yesterday. He said this may not be 'the place' for me, and I think I agree with him. No plans on moving right now though, but I'm keeping my mind open for the possibility of growth to a new geographic region in the future. Sell the car, ease up my financial stress, get several years in at my job and an accompanying Master's degree, and we'll see what happens next. That is my '5 Year Plan', so to speak.
Tonight I'm going to a Valentine's Day party with Keith somewhere in the wilds of Virginia called 'Anandale', and tomorrow the geek gang is coming over to play D&D. Later in the evening we'll be going out to Lizard Lounge for a few. The car ad is up and out there, so wish me luck on a quick car sale. I'm working on my portfolio today for web jobs on the side.
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February 13, 2004
love and money in DC
It's getting warmer outside and inside today. Again, what a difference the weather and the sunshine makes. And I think it was the chocolate Mom sent me the other day, some of which I ate this morning. At this moment I really need to sit on something big, vascular and throbbing, to be completely honest. I'm going to have to put on blinders today when I go outside on campus for lunch.I have finally resigned to the fact that the economy in DC is not going to improve in my favor again like it did 4 years ago, I'm stuck in a low-salary career path, DC is getting insanely expensive, I'm living waaay outside my means, and I'm just tired of being broke all the time and slipping deeper in debt. I am going to have to do the following very soon, in this order:
- sell my car
- do small web jobs on the side
- move to a lower rent area
- get rid of my cell phone
- drop my WSC gym membership
- move to a city with a more reasonable cost of living
I am loathe to move from DC, but I have been thinking about it a lot lately. 7 years here and I have nothing to show for it, except for an ever-growing debt. I met some goals in that I got to try out a relationship, which turned out to be very expensive for me in the end. He lost nothing but me, I lost a good, cheap place to live and gained a car I didn't need and couldn't afford.
Oh, and to top it off, I got dire news from Burl the tax gurl, in that I'll owe many hundreds of dollars in taxes due to taxed unemployment benefits from the past year. He politely informed me that because I'm unmarried, in a shitty tax bracket, and own nothing, that I'm basically screwed from a tax perspective. Lovely.
But I do value my dear friends are here and I kind of like DC. But it's just getting too expensive for someone who is not somehow connected to W and recieving outrageous salaries from his massive expenditures. Unless your salary is above $60K, you just can't get ahead and live comfortably here. Some changes have to be made, and I'm afraid of what some of them might be. I'm feeling like a big loser in that it seems I can't hack living in the big city, but I'm not going to fool myself and live here under the illusion that I can afford it financially. I haven't and I can't, and I have to face up to it.
And I have given up on being here for the men. I chose to live here because I like the potential dating pool. The men here are highly educated and well travelled, but I have disovered that proximity is no guarantee that you'll actually end up with any of them in the long run, so anywhere is as good as here, as far as I can tell.
From Brent: Separated at Birth? Groundskeeper Willie and my buddy Keith? You be the judge:
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February 12, 2004
emergency gurl factor 7
After going through the stages of loss in a minor way this weekend: mopey on Sunday, grumpy on Monday, resigned on Tuesday, yesterday I get a call out of the blue from Mr. Coma. I'm finally inspired to grant him a pseudonym: Mr. Coma, because when I don't get a call in 4 days I assume someone is in the hospital in a coma. So I'll call him Mr. Coma for now until he earns a status upgrade. Perhaps Mr. Semi-Conscious, and then maybe Mr. Coherent.
Anyhow, he tells me he's sorry for being completely AWOL, but not after I get to rake him through the coals for a bit. That's not usually my style, but I was pissed, and had seriously moved on in my mind.
Actually, I think I have moved on. It's that kind of week for some of us. And although I got some good gurl-support chat in on the cell phone last night with Bubba and Gurl and Keith, I'm still a little sore. I think I'll take the advice of Keith in that I see the writing on the wall (he's an inconsiderate workaholic, and admits to it), I will be interested in seeing him again on a more just-for-fun level, but definitely won't consider him a long term investment of any sort. Too many red lights immediately went off when he said, "I was so busy I forgot to call." I'll also take the advice of Bubba in that I should quit being a big girl about it and stick to my former statements of taking things slow and at a mature pace.
Here's why this guy is no longer a serious prospect: DC is full of workaholics, and you have to be very wary of them here in The District. Sure, it's an expensive place to live and I sure could use some extra income from extra hours myself, but there are those that feel working 60-80 hours a week equals some kind of sick redemption and they will recieve an award when they go to heaven. Anyhow, the last time I checked, it was 2004 and we have witnessed amazing advances in instant messaging, e-mail, and telecommunications. A quick call saying one is 'busy but just wanted to say hi' will not interrupt even the busiest of schedules.
So yeah I do have issues with workaholics. My Friendster profile specificially says 'Balance is the key - NO WORKAHOLICS'. My brother is a burnt out windsurfing/snowboarding bum and I think his work ethic (next to zero) is quite healthy. So I just don't get it when a person is 'too busy' to call, especially in today's Age of Information.
And of course we must remember: JIMBO AIN'T NO SIDEDISH. I am the main entree, and a yummy one at that.
Enough about that. Yesterday at the doctors office Dr. Woof referred me to a dermatologist, as there is a suspicious looking technicolor mole on my back that deserves attention and possibly removal. Green Lantern tonight, and maybe Lizard Lounge on Sunday if I have any money left after payday followed by bill pay.
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February 11, 2004
the rites of spring
Last night driving home from work, I was able to have the windows open for the first time in a month. Christina was singing 'Beautiful' for me on the stereo, and the sun was setting later than usual. I was in a remarkably good mood, especially since the nice man at the PetCo in Beltsville let me use the employee bathroom when I had to go so bad after I was checking out the neon tetras. That always makes my day.
This weekend I heard the first house finch of the season singing his thing, the flagship harbinger of spring in the city. Later on I heard a male cardinal at the top of a tree singing more than his usual winter chirps. Daffodils are sprouting too. I am happy that this short, dark and cold winter is soon over.
Yesterday I got new office furniture. They said they'd come in the afternoon, and they said they'd give an hours' notice. They arrived a few minutes after I came in, so I had to hastily tear down my computer, scanner, printer and all that and throw it out in the hall. My full-sized monitor is now too big for the new hutch, so hopefully a flat screen is on the way. However, I have a lot more space for all my stuff. Still, my office is better than hers. Now I gotta prioritize for the busy spring season.
A few years ago I got a pre-cancerous mole removed from my back. During that appointment, the doctor told me to keep an eye out on this other reddish mole near the one that was removed. Ever since my tanning bed incident a few weeks ago, that particular mole has been feeling hot and tingly. I'm going in to see Dr. Woof today, most likely to get a referral to a dermatologist. I think yet another part of my body needs to be removed. There's just so much of me to go around that some of it has to be removed.
There's another beer-related rugby event on Thursday, which I may go to before going out to shirtless night at the Lantern with Fitz. Apparently the Schnozster's honey pot is on fire, and mine is too. I'm in the mood to get drunk.
Oh look! The Renegurls webmaster finally got up the big, fat rugby photo gallery I made of last fall's season. It's very large...I hope you all have a high-speed connection. All clean though, and occasionally woofy. Here's pics of me and me and me and me and some other woofy pics too, but not that many of me by comparison, because I didn't get that much play in that season. I am going to miss not playing, yet not miss not playing. Most of all I'm going to miss having such great legs from training at least.
And I need to point out this handsome cat at the superbowl. Rrrowr.
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February 10, 2004
cold turkey, and i mean cold
Well, that was sweet, but short. A week ago it was "I'm looking forward to seeing you," and this week it's "------." I think the last time I talked to him was Saturday, but I realized I was the only one making the calls, and sometimes a gurl needs to get a call herself once in a while. So he's either in the hospital in a coma or no longer interested. I suspect it's the latter.
All sorts of insecurities and questions arise when the line is cut abruptly like that. Yes, Jimbo has his moments of insecurity, believe it or not. Was it something I said? Was it my breath? Was I lousy in bed? Do I fart too much in bed? Was it because I'm constantly broke? Was I too intense? Was I too aloof? Was it my lack of knowledge about Cassandra Wilson? Did he catch something from me I don't know I have? Was I too butch? Was I too femme? Did I talk about my last relationship too much? Is that mole on my back just that disgusting? Was it because I admitted that I partied in the past? Was it because I could not hide my distaste for P.A. rings? The list of self-doubts and what-ifs go on and on after a blowoff.
The part that sucks is that you never get critique after dating a guy for a while and then getting the blowoff, so you never know if it's a consistent thing that people are turned off by with you that you could improve on (ironic, considering he's a life coach by trade). So all I can do is to keep on keepin' on, and to hell with that holiday on Saturday. I'll mail the valentine card I bought to my Mom instead. It's too bad...he was kind of a geek (hot in my book), in great shape, seemed together and I was looking forward to getting to know him more. But for God's sake I wasn't planning on a marriage next month, so a phone call woulda been in order just to say he wasn't diggin' the jimbo groove. I can take it, I'm a man.
Speaking of blowoffs, last night I went out for half price burgers at the Food Bar again with Bob and John, two more Johns, Paul, and a guy named Shawn. It was good to see Paul, who is the only one in DC who understands my glee at finding an old European remix of Prince's 'Pop Life' which includes a previous heretofore unheard verse. Ever since Kiri left DC, I've had no one else to blather with about arcane Prince trivia. Paul is also technically my blogdaddy, who taught me HTML waaay back in da day. Thus he is blogrampaw to many of you! Anyhow, before dinner I was able to stand outside Results The Gym with my cell phone to my ear, looking like a totally vapid 17th Street bitch and I loved it.
To all you schizoqueens who keep moving your blog URLs around (and there's like about 12 of you out there...) Turn around and sit the hell down or I'm stopping this bus and remove my links to all other blogs! When I have to update like 3 addresses a week on my blog template I start to get irritated. Like my mom says: "Simmer down."
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February 9, 2004
let's go crazy in love
Gurl called me just in time for the Prince alert on the Grammy's last night. I don't know what I was thinking, being an awards show queen and not tuning in immediately. Perhaps I was burnt out from all the SuperBowl schmalz and drama and needed a break. But what a surprise, and what a combo! Prince and Beyonce were a pefect match for a perfect 'Crazy In Love/Let's Go Crazy' medley. I can't wait for that and 'Hey Ya' to come out on Kazaa. Someone alert me when it does please. Note: Beyonce may have won oodles of awards, but she is NOT yet a Diva! And what's up with drumlines and live musical numbers? I love it, but why? Anyway, it was good to see Prince surface from wherever he's been. Christina...your song and your voice are Beautiful, so quit fucking it up with your warbling yodeling let's-see-how-many-octaves we can jump around on. It's all about the lyrics on that song, so just sing it. Celene was doing her best Uhura imitation: "Captain Marx, there's a strange distortion coming in on the Comm channel." The Earth Wind and Fire bassist is my new hero. Is Justin Timberlake's mom Terri Garr? Her boy was on his best behavior...and can pound the ivory pretty well. Hmm...whenever Sting tries to collaborate with anyone, it never seems to come off. He's better off solo. The late Warren Zevon's son Jordan is kinda woofy. I got gaydar vibes from Johnny Cash's son John. Bootsy! Good to see your fonkin' self on the stage! But where was the Mothership? Oh, there it is, in the form of a celestial teepee that drops Andre 3000 and his neon bootygirls out to bring The Love Below to us all.
FYI: if you are a blogger and you think you're hot, how do you think I'm going to find your bigmuscle.com or bigmusclebear.com profile at random on a goddamn land line? E-mail me your profile, and I'll send you a drunken missive. I promise.
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February 8, 2004
little redesign
Well, it ain't what I envisioned, but it's a new look for now. I don't hope you like it...the changes were mainly for me.
- Removed the cool action/hover ability on the links, as it was screwin' up my ability to easily scroll
- Removed all the tired old info about me on the home page
- New Jimbo.info branding!
- Removed my pics...sorry, I'm withdrawing...may write more about that later...
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February 6, 2004
creepy media mccarthyism
I'm sure you heard it on ET news last night, but if you didn't, here's the scoop...former *nsync member JC Chasez has been removed from Sunday's Pro-Bowl halftime lineup simply due to his former affiliation with Justin Timberlake. JC has now been relegated to singing the National Anthem. Sure, it's still an honor, but the fact that he got moved due to paranoia that he'd flaunt someone's boob is unreasonable. It just kinda creeps me out that his performance has been moved due to guilt by association. This is consistent with the current media/government creepiness that's been goin' on since W came into office. Am I paranoid or is America getting creepy and wierd and like 1984ish? It stinks of McCarthyism (my apologies to Chrisafer).
FYI: I am not advocating JC Chasez' talent in any way, just the fact that he got screwed. Ironically, there will be hula dancers performing at the Pro-Bowl halftime. If my feeble memory serves me, the hula dance was traditionally performed topless by the native Hawaiians. Is this true, Ron?
This morning, in addition to about 20 angry responses to my horoscope edicts, I found a foul scattering of sleazy online casino SPAM messages in my blog comment entries. I spent a few minutes removing them, and the IP is blocked forevermore from my blog. There was a fake e-mail that bounced back, but be wary Mr. Sleazy Online Casino SPAMmer: if I ever find out who you are, and if you are within driving distance of DC, I'm going to pulp your ass with a pretty burgundy landscaping volcano rock about the size of a turkey, because they are abrasive and relatively easy to lift. SPAMmers and those that create worms are summarily slated for a slow and painful death by volcano rock abrasion.
Yaaay! My roomate will be gone out for a workshop this weekend. Silence...there will be silence, calm, meditation and CivIII all weekend.
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February 5, 2004
your horoscope
First off, there's a Renegades Rugby Football Club recruitment event tonight from 6 to 8:30p.m. at Whitlow's on Wilson in Arlington, VA. It's very close to the Clarendon Metro stop on the Orange line. I don't think I'll be going, but there'll be free food and drink specials. If you are interested in learning more about the sport of rugby and playing on a team that plays many real games in a very busy Spring and Fall season, I encourage you to go. If you are interested in tricking with a rugby player, just go to the Eagle, as they're all there on Saturday nights anyway. They're busy when they're practicing, so don't go buggin' them on the field during practice.
I gots me thinkin' about my whoreascope, and how I interact with other zodiac signs. Being a Capricorn, I'm always right, so you can use this as a tried and true guide:
Supposedly I get along with:
Taurus - freaky egomaniacs, usually musclequeens
Virgo - they are always mooching off of me
Scorpio - those gurls make me want to party!
Pisces - usually give me the creeps
Complex Feelings:
Cancer - stay away! All Cancers are evil!
Capricorn - bearded Caps always want to hump me
Strange Attractors:
Aries - most Aries are big 'ol tops
Libra - Libras are scared of me
Incompatible:
Gemini - duplicitous playas
Leo - Divas, all of them, bring on the makeup and the crimping irons
Sagittarius - usually my homies, actually
Aquarius - drama queen perfectionists
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February 4, 2004
tapping the fury fuel market
Finally! They have finally harnessed rage as a fuel source for American drivers! I'm trading in my Mazda for the new Ford Gnash or possibly the Chevy Veinpop.
Posted by jimbo at 4:24 PM
tracking tricks
States I've visited in red....I count any state I've peed in as a state I've 'visited'. Gee, I guess I drove a lot after I graduated college. Band trips and work trips too. I liked the southwest best:
create your own visited states map
or write about it on the open travel guide.
Yesterday's trip to Dr. Woof was successful, and I got some sleeping crack. It kinda sorta made me drowsy, but I think the concerted effort to just make sure my ass was in bed by 10 or so helped too. However, I was super-groggy this morning, and slept through my NPR alarm. On the other hand, I got my sleep I guess. I am alert and productive today.
Except when I see things like this that just turn my crank the right way.
Holy shit...I know this is possible, but it still amazes me: a GPS that plays MP3s AND is a PDA! Track your tricks' global position, then call them on it when you know they're at the bathouse! We are sooo close to something akin to an actual Star Trek Tricorder. Sadly while the technology front is going hog wild, equality and civil rights are still in the dark ages. What an interesting time to be alive. I remember using a GPS in 1995. It was considered a highly sensitive and expensive piece of technology, about the size of a large coffee thermos, and just as heavy. Now you can order one the size of a pack of cigarettes online from REI for under $500. Amazing.
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February 3, 2004
jesuth chrisst
I just had to say that. I've been saying "Jesusth Chrisst" every time the weather gets shitty in the sibilant tones of Mr. Slave from South Park. The weather warrants such expletives.
Speaking of the profane, after some thought, I'm going to say that I think janet's boob was out of place at the Superbowl. For something like the MTV Video Music Awards it would be fine, but she went a little too far with JT on Sunday night. The Superbowl is a family thing, and American families aren't ready for your boob yet, janet. Plus, Lil' Kim has already done the pasty thing, so somebody beat you to it, girl. Janet, I think you are talented and established enough to not have to do the cheap shots like Britney and Christina. Stick with being Janet. This just in: Mighty Jimbo points out the true tragedy here...a frumpily dressed JT. As one of Jimbo's fans states, "Justin just likes to get things off the rack." Groooaaan!
Yesterday's GRE exam went pretty well. I did surprisingly good on the math problems, what little review and practice I had done really paid off. Years of calculating D&D character experience points (algebra), calculating unemployment benefits (calculus) and using Adobe Photoshop (geometry) also helped a lot. And I need to add that one of my vocabulary questions involved understanding the word 'enervation', which I never would have came across had I never read a description for a standard necromancy spell in D&D. Mom, thanks for not being a religious freak and letting me play D&D...my GRE results are improved as a direct result of being a geek.
Anyhow, I don't yet know if these are bragging points yet, but I got 550 on the Verbal section, and 430 on the Quantitative. I don't really know what that compares to though. If these are embarassing scores I'll promptly remove this entire paragraph.
Currently lusting over: a particularly hot space cowboy from Houston. Damn! Lookit those guns!
In other news about things that grow in the South, howabout them castor beans? A powder what authorities believe at this time to be ricin was recently found in a Senate mailroom near Sen. Frist's office. I swear I didn't do it! I only grow the stuff because my neighbors like it. But enticing a Senator with faux cocaine was a good idea, but no dice.
Oh, my presentation yesterday. I lucked out and my boss couldn't show up, which was a great relief for some reason, so I was more relaxed during my show. For a mere 15 PowerPoint slides, it lasted a remarkable 45 minutes. Lots of discussion and advice. Later on the IT guy told me my communications plan for the department was 'rather ambitious'. Well, better that than no clue or plan at all. I'll take it as a compliment.
So I haven't wrote about it much, but things are going well with the woofer I met at MAL over MLK weekend. I think I will be writing about him enough to give him a psudonym in the manner of 'Tard', 'Gurl' and 'Mitzhi'. The psudonym will describe him as the hottie that he is, but I'm as of yet uninspired. It's funny that we had corresponded online a while back, but we both got busy and forgot about it. Anyhow, so far I'm not losing my head, I like spending time with him, and I get a stiffy thinking about him. All good signs.
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February 1, 2004
janet's boob
Was that Janet's right boob that shot outta her brassiere after JT took a grab at it? Or was I trippin' on cold medicine? Now I'm not against boobs shooting out at me, but ain't that pushin' the envelope for something as wholesome as the Superbowl? I think it's cool, but at this moment I'm wondering if it was accidental. But then again the pasty makes me think it was deliberate. Anyhow, Toby gets the full scoop (cup?) within minutes of the event. Discuss.
JT was all hot and shit with that scruff he's got goin' on. Funky little bearcub. Bubba called me from the field at the pregame show squealing like teen in heat. I didn't see him on the TV though. Good to see Tom Brady had some scruff too. We liked the integration of the drumline into the Rhythm Nation number. But I gotta say, canned music is sorta like a bad toupee: if you can tell it's fake, you shouldn't have done it.
Umm...what was the score and which teams were playing again? I didn't watch that part.
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ornery elf-killing cuss
Grrr...damn cold (viral and climactic). I've had a malingering cold since Friday, which I think is just the same cold from a few weeks ago that has never gone away. Sleep would help, although I got good rest Friday and Saturday nights. I'm goin' to the doc this week to see if I can get something better than Tylenol PM to help get over my insomnia. GREs tomorrow, after a presentation that I don't feel too confident about.
Cold medicine makes me ornery too, and I did not pull punches at D&D last night, which featured an old arch enemy of the party, a big fat old huge corrupted green dragon, a brontosaurus-sized toothy fiend, a giant fiendish winged scorpion, a giant winged constrictor snake wight, a swarm of flying vipers, and a nasty gelugon devil sorceror, all minions of Set put after the party in a retibutive strike. The fat green dragon managed to land her bulk on three characters, then blasted them with acid gas breath. While said strike was meant to destroy an absent arrogant druid, I managed to kill the new guy's elf cleric instead. Heh heh. Welcome Dwight.
So we went to the Lantern for a few afterwards, which was fun as we had an appropriate and comfy Judgement Lounge to ourselves, from which we could snicker at what appeared to be a gathering of naturally masculine down-to-Earth all-inclusive group of self-identified bears. You know how I feel about that. Then we trekked to Blowoff, but I think the journey through the cold sapped the last remnants of my energy away. The beer and cold medicine was making me grumpy too, so I left early but not due to the crowd and lovely music by Bob & co. I did meet a very affectionate Clickboo, who must have had a very happy party beforehand.
>; )
Currently lusting over him and him. I don't know 'em, but would surely love to.
Currently gnashing teeth over the ruling in Florida which states that 'practicing' gay men and lesbians are unfit to adopt. First, what if I've obtained my Pink Card, and am now an 'official' homo as opposed to just practicing? Can I still adopt in Florida?
More seriously, doesn't this insult and horrify any of you? Doesn't this just make you want to overthrow this fucking straight supremacist ruling and those that made it? I know it's the current administration, and the power the religious right has gained in the past few years. I think gays and lesbians have been pacified by 2003's 'Year of the Queer'. La la la ha ha hee hee, we're so cute and there's a bit queer role on every major TV program. Isn't that cute? Yeah, sure we've been all over on TV and in the media, saturating the cultural arena. But in the legislative areas we are getting stomped on and effectively oppressed like some kind of gutter caste in a third world country. True tolerance is not showing up on the books. It's time to draw the line about how you feel about politics today, whose side gay folks are on, and what is happening with your rights in this so-called free democracy. Our 15 minutes of fame on television is almost over, and it's time to take a clear look at what you are really getting out of this administration. Nothing. Nada. Talk to your straight friends about what we can and cannot do in states like Virginia and Florida. Far too many people still perceive us as second-class citizens, and this is reflected in the books, which matters when your ass is in jail for sodomy or when you and someone you love would like to adopt, or visit each other in the hospital in times of illness and injury. If you are a gay man or a lesbian, you do not have the same rights as other citizens of this country. Think about it a little more.
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