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April 30, 2006

Jimbo vs. Kaiju Gamera

Crunchy-cute granola boy at the Deanwood Metrorail stop was kind enough to point me to the Kennilworth Aquatic Gardens with a warning that it was to close in 20 minutes (at 4pm on Sundays), so I raced there on my bike to make the best of it. Thwarted at every turn on the twisting paths around the ponds by ornery geese guarding their nests, I was not able to scout out the location where I previously spotted an American Bittern this winter. But I was able to see several gargantuan Kaiju-sized turtles lurking under the lily pads, surely the reason why the geese were so cranky. The armored beasts must make a meal of more than a few cute fuzzy goslings:
Gamera lurks...
I spent Saturday catching up around the house and receiving my new futon rather than play rugby. The futon is fabulous, sturdy and with storage drawers! Thanks to mom for the purchase, it's too bad we had to find out the previous one was rickety during her visit.

My back and body needed a break from rugby in preparation for a big tournament in Baltimore next weekend. Later that evening we played D&D as an old player was in town for a visit, and there were eight players total. The large force was able to take down The Temple of Elemental Evil in its entirety, which is now merely a pile of rubble. After a year or more of playing that module, I think the geeks are ready for something different.

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April 28, 2006

SWS eats sandwich

We (pic courtesy of a spankalicious pic feed from dellwood) are happy to see that Seann William Scott has eaten a sandwich since the filming of Southland and The Dukes of Hazzard. Of course we are happy with the continued scruff, and particularly delighted by the retro-redneck bass pro shirt. That bass decal sweatshirt is VERY Minnesota/Wisconsin. I would contend that the shirt is genuine, and not a contrived retro fashion attempt. Many of my high school classmates wore the very same shirt, and SWS grew up just a few hours' drive north of me.
Seann Scruffy William Scott
Speaking of softcore scruff porn, has anyone seen the full-sized Metrorail station ads featuring an invitation for customer comment to Metro Interim General Manager and Chief Executive Officer Dan "Eyes of Smouldering Emeralds" Tangherlini? He looks at me directly from the poster on the way to work every day. It makes me tingle inside. But I have little to comment on in regards to the quality of my Metrorail ride, I'm afraid.

Have a good weekend. I will be writing a paper most of the time. Yaaay.

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April 26, 2006

Annapolis death march

The Death Marches end tomorrow when I send mom off from National back home with her tranquilized Jack Russell Terrier, who has been fairly good cooped up in my basement. I think I'll have to send the carpets in for cleaning though, but had planned on doing that anyway.

Yesterday we went over the Bay Bridge in search of a verye olde English church rumoured to be at the first right after the bridge, but all we found was a verye olde cemeterye. Perhaps the church was further down the road, but the Zipcar clock was ticking.

A brief visit to Annapolis, through the Naval Academy campus, and to the waterfront for some seafood. Wisconsinites are understandably wary of crab dishes, so mom opted for a shark steak instead. After all these tourism Death Marches mom is understandably tuckered out and took the day off today to chill and prepare for her flight back.

Next week I have an exam and a final paper due, plus a big fat deadline at work I'm stressin' out about. I think I will have to skip the rugby match on Saturday so I can get crackin' on that paper. Blog entries will be sparse for a while.

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April 24, 2006

arboretum death march

Today we went to the National Arboretum to view the azaleas in bloom:
a cacophony of color
It was a cacophony of color. There were also plenty of really old bonsai trees to view, and the herb garden which smelled funny. We also spotted an orchard oriole, bluebird and many rufous-sided towhees telling us to "drink-your-TEA!" The azaleas are really purdy though, you should go see them. Speaking of purdy:
a cacophony of scandanavians
I used Zipcar for the first time in going to the Arboretum, it worked pretty well. Tomorrow we are going to Annapolis for some good chowder and may try to cruise hot officers at the U.S. Naval Academy.

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April 21, 2006

Smithsonian Death March

Mom arrived in one piece last night and came along to watch a rugby practice and hang out with the gang at Titan last night. We even brought the dog, who survived her first gay bar experience. But she's already expressed her anxiety in the form of a little wet spot on my carpet, dammit.

Today we headed down to the U.S. Botanic Garden which was nicely free of huge tourist mobs, at least for a Friday. I believe this shit is b.a.n.a.n.a.s.:

Here's Mom:


After that we did a quick jaunt through the Smithsonian Castle's Enid Haupt gardens and the awesome Hokusai exhibit at the Sackler Gallery. Definitely worth a visit.

Tomorrow mom will see her first rugby match, but the weather promises to be cool and rainy. Later on in the week we may see the azalea blossoms at the U.S. Botanical Gardens.

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April 19, 2006

Xanadu musical on track

A first reading of the new musical Xanadu — based on the fabulous 1980 film of the same name — will be presented April 21 in Manhattan.

According to my jaded theater queen sources in NYC, a reading lets the creative team hear how the words and music flow when spun from the mouths of actors. If there are any major problem areas, the writers can go and fix them before the show goes into a real rehearsal process.

I don't like to pull contacts and favors much, or even grovel, but I will construct a huge earthen ziggurat for the queen who gets me into a sneak peek for the Xanadu rehearsals. PLEASE!!! I'M BEGGING YOU!!!

More adventures of the gay robot!

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April 18, 2006

I can't stop loving Jews

From Bentblog, many images of hottie Mark Feuerstein here:
Mark Feuerstein
I think the name Feuerstein is pronounced fur-steen. It must be. This dreamy dreamboat is a mountain bike, jogging and triathalon enthusiast, was a wrestler in High School and won the State Championship, and is a constant supporter and activist for AIDS charities. Swoon.

Today Bent features Ben Browder of Farscape and Stargate: SG-1, also rather dreamy.

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April 17, 2006

trial by geek

I forgot to mention we inducted a new member into my D&D group, a straight guy from my rugby team. He's a teacher here in The DC, so when my regular players started screeching and bouncing off the walls like crack babies from eating too many sugary Easter cookies, he didn't bat an eye. I think he'll get along well with all my little crack baby D&D players.

On Saturday some volunteers and friends from the rugby team helped out at the Flight 93 memorial:

Athletes pitch in at Flight 93 memorial

This coming weekend we will play rugby with one of our great friends and rivals, USUHS, the Fighting Docs of the US military's medical college. Be at Colmar Manor Park around Noon for some fun in the sun.

It'll be an Earth Day rugby celebration, so let's hope getting crunchy doesn't mean any broken bones and only some rutting about in the mud.

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April 16, 2006

Easter weekend garden chores

With Saturday free of a rugby match I took the opportunity to work on my garden some more, at least for the spring. I rode up to Capitol Hill on my bike and went to Frager's Hardware, which tends to have garden species more suited to the local climate. I got echinacea, black-eyed susans and prairie daisies for the front yard as they're more tolerant of the summer heat that area gets, and planted them around the concrete bench. I dug up one of the sun-tortured hastas and moved them to shadier areas there and out back. I discovered why the front area was so free of weeds last summer - there was a brick patio underneath the mulch laid down by the previous tenants. Digging up some of the bricks, I made a planting area for a patch of sunflowers. They will also like it on the west-facing yard on Vermont Avenue, blooming in the fall for pleasant cuttings and attracting goldfinches when they go to seed. I'll plant some castor bean plants there too after a few more brick excavation efforts.
front of home
Out back in the yard facing 10th I'm challenged by a lack of sunlight due to overhanging trees, which is good for keeping the "pond" cool, which has iris and water lilies in it. My "pond" is a fiberglass half-barrel just the right size for the area. Around it I've planted alyssum, impatients and the transplanted hastas which will grow well there. There is space for later summer plantings of ferns and other shade-tolerant species. It'll be a nice place to chill out in the shade in July and August.

I guess my whole garden chore was my observation of rebirth in honor of Easter, but I didn't color eggs or even eat a single Peep.
my backyard lily pond
No RoundUp or other universal herbicides will be used in either area, and I can only hope my efforts won't be ruined by the adjoining neighbors overusing the toxic substance which affects neighboring plants. Elbow grease is always a better solution, but people in this part of the country are crazy for Agent Orange style defoliants. There is virtue in pullling out the invading ivy by hand and hacking away at old tree roots with a shovel, gaining a free workout and giving the soil the nutrients of my sweat.

After a shower and some rest I was ready to head out to Blowoff with Dreamy Ron. The crowd wasn't jumping as I had predicted, but there was plenty of space to socialize and flirt with drunk people.

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April 14, 2006

dear ms. manfur

The most horrible thing I've ever read in the Washington Blade (next to Jeff Gannon's Tourette's Syndrome writing style) was in this week's Ms. Behavior advice column. One twink writes in to bemoan his partner's horrible condition:

Dear Ms. Behavior: My new boyfriend Eric is hairy all over and likes it. I prefer a smooth look. If he'd submit to an all-body waxing just once I know he'd understand the appeal. I can't talk him into it, though I've tried. Would it be unethical to give him a mild sedative or several drinks so that I could wax him? He won't budge, so I'm contemplating taking him by storm to prove my point. What do you think? - SMOOTHER IS BETTER

News Flash: you cannot change who you snagged for a boyfriend. It's been tried before and continues to fail as an approach to relationships. Accept him as he is, hairy and all that. I am horrified to think that someone would even consider drugging some hot furball and clipping or shaving him. Let me respond to this stupid twink's request for advice, piece by piece:

My new boyfriend Eric is hairy all over and likes it.
YEAH!!! Give him this e-mail: Jimbo3DC@aol.com and tell him to drop me a line. Thank you. I like a man who knows who he is and likes it.

I prefer a smooth look.
You and every member of N.A.M.B.L.A.

If he'd submit to an all-body waxing just once I know he'd understand the appeal.
Are you sure rashes and ingrown hairs are so appealing?

I can't talk him into it, though I've tried.
That's because he's already starting to ignore your whiney ass.

Would it be unethical to give him a mild sedative or several drinks so that I could wax him?
Umm...I'm not sure what the legal term for that crime is, but hopefully you're going to go through with drugging your boyfriend, get arrested for it, and then get thrown in a jail cell with not one, but THREE large hairy men (who like being that way too) who will sodomize you daily until you do get accustomed to being continually buffed by man-fur.

There will be many such sodomizers at Blowoff on Saturday. I saw Clickboo out on the street last night and he was already bouncing around like the Easter Bunny in anticipation. Perhaps someone like this will be there too:
Brian Schneider of the Washington Nationals
I like his bushy goatee.

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April 13, 2006

kylie cannot be stopped by a mere cancer

DIVA.GODDESS.PIXIEAttention everyone: Kylie Minogue is OK after her breast cancer diagnosis and surgery in May 2005, chemotherapy in December, and continued treatment. A mere cancer cannot stop the Aussie Pixie. Today's jimbo.info home page layout is dedicated to Kylie.

Yes, I will be going to shake it HARD at Blowoff this Saturday. A.) It is spring and I'm riled up; B.) No rugby on Saturday which means I should have more energy to spare; C.) OMG like EVERYONE is gonna be there, including Dreamy Ron; D.) Mom is coming next week so it's last call for blowing off steam for a while; E.) Redheads with facial hair beware - Jimbo's comin' to get ya.

"Breathe," Michelle Branch - Chris Cox Penetrating Club Mix
"Flashdance (What a Feeling)," "Stars on 45," - Global Deejays
"Mesmerized," - Faith Evans, various remixes

Riding on the Metro 10am today, approaching the College Park station on the Green Line. My car, the last in the train, is completely empty because my ass is so late getting to work:
like Berlin, but less glamourous

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April 12, 2006

who wears short-shorts?

this marathon runner wears short-shortsLast night after rugby practice I was jumped by two evil imps who forced me to drink gnome grog at a nearby smoky fey tavern. Then I was swept away to dinner which was very garlicy but good. Thanks again to the evil imp who bought dinner.

Anyway, much of the evening's discussion centered around my rather short-shorts - the nylon running shorts that I put on for comfort after rugby practice so my balls can cool off because I really like allowing my balls to cool off after a workout. It's a natural thing. I wasn't expecting to get jumped by imps after practice, as I'm usually so tired from being jumped by ogres during practice that I'm too beat to socialize. So normally after practice I will ride home fast on my bike in my short shorts, my balls cooling off in the wind, which makes me feel comfortable and happy. I do not have enough room in my bag to pack clothing appropriate for fey establishments.

So while I was out and about in the fey establishment and nearby restaurant in my short-shorts due to my accepting the impromptu invite into such places, the presence of my short-shorts were constantly being brought to attention by the evil imps, making me feel sooo comfortable in both places. Apparently short-shorts are a HUGE no-no amongst bacchanalian imps since so much attention was being drawn to them. According to these imps runners and athletes are supposed to wear really long bermuda shorts, capri pants, super baggy basketball shorts or something that actually inhibits range of motion because it's important to be cool like that. Fashion before function I guess.

But frankly, I like seeing sinewy runner's thighs exposed to the air, and a hot juicy runner's butt packaged in a delicate nylon pair of running short-shorts. And I hope others feel the same way when they see my junkalicious ass jiggle itself on by, because honies, it's not gonna be this perky for long.

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April 10, 2006

let's start the week off right

It is my wish is to have dinner cooked for me this week by a hot blue-eyed Jew:
Dave Lieberman
Hottie tip from Chrisafer, hat tip to twenty-something, and much praise to all you hot sons of Abraham.
I love hot bearded comedians

And I'm all riled up over Steve Carrel with a beard (wuuuuf.) from an upcoming movie Little Miss Sunshine, hat tip to Queer Beacon. He plays a gay character in the film.

Yo, my movie review of SLiTHER is up on Queer Beacon as well.

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April 9, 2006

I love this

Spooky graffiti on Swann and 15th
This is some rather nice graffiti on the ruins of the house that burned down on Swann & 15th in February. My feelings about that incident are linked above, but I love what they've done with the place - at least in terms of graffiti. I don't know what artist did it, but it is at least an attempt at cleaning up what was an eyesore even before the fire. What was the artist trying to say? The butterfly suggests rebirth, while the ghost may represent the remnants of human habitation.

I feel that when there is a time and space for spontaneous artwork, go for it. Bringing some whimsy to a sad loss of a home is one example of a positive tagging of property. But if it's a business, inhabited home or public sign, it's just little more than an animal spraying its ass glands on the corner of your sofa - onerous and primitive.

I feel the same way when I am hiking and come across someone's attempt at a stylistic rearranging of rocks, sticks or vines a la Andy Goldsworthy. Honey, you ain't no bowerbird. Like hair implants, you shouldn't try it if people can tell it's not the real thing. Plus as the months pass such artwork eventually looks like someone's leftover campsite, thus violating leave no trace backcountry and wilderness ethics. Leave no trace means don't let it look like somebody was there.

And don't even get me started on tacky public art projects.

This just in: dumbass Wisconsin graffiti artist accused of tagging own jail cell. When you're a tagger from Wauwatosa you are hardly some kind of street artist.

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April 8, 2006

rainy rugby day

Bridge over the Delaware River
Today we traveled to Cherry Hill, NJ to play South Jersey in the Philadelphia metro area. The morning started balmy and rainy then turned chilly, windy and rainy - all day. It wasn't much fun for those on the sidelines or on the pitch, and when I got my chance to play my hands numbed up immediately. In six years of rugby games it was probably the yuckiest match ever. But we did need an entire day of rain in the area as it's been dry as a bone up until this week.

On the way to the match I spotted a stadium where the Aberdeen Ironbirds play, a feeder team for the Baltimore Orioles. Like the Delmarva Shorebirds and Missoula Ospreys, I love oddly-named minor league baseball teams. The Ironbirds' mascot is Ferrous, a sentient jet plane, and Sherman Shorebird & Ollie Osprey for the other two.

How did the Nationals end up with such a retarded mascot, a 6'2" tall eagle chick named "Screech"? I always thought the DC team should have been named the Washington Monuments, with a big granite titan as their mascot. Tougher than a baby eagle, hands down. Even a terrapin is cooler and ornerier than something named "Screech".

I wonder what oddly-named minor-league baseball feeder teams will sprout up around the area to support the Nats?

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April 7, 2006

OMG all the gay bars in DC are closing

OMG OMG OMG no more Lizard Lounge, Secrets, Zigfields, Nation and whatever am I going to do on Saturday night?

Play World of Warcraft, of course.

Seriously though, neighborhoods change, establishments move about, and we'll soon have a new crop of tacky strip clubs and drag bars in an equally sketchy neighborhood anytime now. Worry not, just wait and see.

I'll have to agree with Toby though, Mark "The Sky is Falling!" Lee's excuse for closing Lizard Lounge due to the smoking ban which isn't even fully in effect until January was pretty lame. I am as curious as Toby as to the real reason he's shutting down. In a rare exception to my anonymous comments rule, clandestine commentors are free to speak frankly on this issue today...

I just don't go out that much anymore, but that may change once the smoking ban comes into effect. Aside from regular Blowoff attendance, I go to Halo the most due to the smoke-free environment. 'Woof' is too crowded and the music too loud; both the Eagle and Green Lantern's Shirtless Men Drink Free night are too hit and miss in regards to the crowd hotness; JR's and Remington's are over the top smoky - no way; on an odd night I may go to Omega or the Fireplace because the crowd there makes me feel good about myself; I haven't been to Atlas in years; and I only go to Cobalt when OMG DJ Timothy Mykael is spinning.

After 10 years of living in The District, I have finally coerced my mother to come visit the very same weekend as the Cherry circuit party weekend. I know my mom is a huge fan of tribal and heavy house circuit music (specifically Alyson Calagna and Manny Lehman), but ever since the schism between mom and Nurse Cracker up in Dulth at the 1998 Ice Shanty Ball mom has been limiting her circuit attendance to Midwest venues like Fire Ball and the like. I don't know what would happen if mom and Nurse Cracker ever met again - I think there'd be a huge catfight. Plus she's not on the best terms with Doug Rule, music reviewer for Metro Weekly, ever since her scathing response in Circuit Noize to Doug's critique of the music at Alegria in 2004. But hell, maybe I'll go alone since mom ALWAYS gets all the attention on the dance floor when she shows up, surrounded by all the flaggers. Mom's flags are navy blue with the word 'FORWARD' embroidered on them in gold lamé, and she prefers to hang out with men in sailor and yeoman uniforms. When she's holding court, I'm always there in the shadows on the dance floor while she rips up a storm.

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April 6, 2006

super-gay thursday post

Tyra falls. Will Western civilization fall with her?

Even more rings found around Uranus. With all these new discoveries of the abundance of rings found around Uranus, it's hard to keep up.

Not two, but SIX gay cowboys - ON ICE! Ever since my ex brainwashed me to watch competitive ice skating, I've got a soft (hard?) spot for graceful ice skaters - with cowboy hats is even better.

OK, which one of you queens signed me up for an International Male catalog subscription? Really, have you ever seen me wearing anything in that overdone Los Angeles style of clothing? But when I opened it up I noticed that the extreme clothing styles notable from their 80s catalog run have become a little more subdued - or is it that I've become more used to such styles? My mind reels...

Hot, smart bloggers: plasticaisle, meanwhile and bent collective.

Much discussion on Queer Beacon regarding the purportedly homophobic Dodge commercial. I've seen it on TV, and don't think it's anti-gay, just anti-fey. Up until the last scene, the fairy was pretty much in-line with what fairies do - causing trouble, being whimsical and casting spells. I've played Dungeons and Dragons for over 20 years, so I'm highly qualified to comment on fairy behavior.

As for the last scene, the tough guy was just calling the fairy out as a fairy until she turned him preppy. I don't know a whole lot of gay men who dress like he does post-transmutation. Plus you have to notice that he's wearing WHITE shorts after the enchantment is cast - and it's not even Memorial Day yet. Truly a most horrible curse to be transformed into a poorly-coordinated pre-80s preppy straight guy. The joke is on him, as gay men know it's a ill-timed choice of springwear.

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April 5, 2006

cheer the turtle

Congrats to the Lady Terrapins for their exciting overtime 78-75 National championship win against Duke. Naturally, the students rioted last night near campus. Expel every one of them. Frankly, I don't see any need to destroy property due to any win or loss in a sporting event, and I suspect few of the rioters even knew Maryland had a women's basketball team until late March. Rioting is for bored/boring people with feeble imaginations. Get rid of the morons and the academic quality of the university will go up, I guarantee.

But one student had an astute comment on the riot police coverage:

"I guess the riot police don't think women's fans were good enough for horses." - Erin Brennan, Maryland Student.

Wisconsin Senator Russ Feingold recently said he decided to express his support for gay marriage in response to what he called a "mean-spirited" Wisconsin constitutional amendment to ban gay marriage and civil unions, which will appear on the state ballot in November. I'm surprised to see an anti-marriage initiative even gaining steam there. By and large most Wisconsin natives have a pretty fair "live and let live" attitude, unlike me and my righteous opinions, most Cheeseheads hardly give a shit as long as you're doing your thing well. Must be another bunch of loonies that got an iota of power and it went straight to their heads.

Super-cute animal of the day: FAT BABY HIPPO!!!

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April 4, 2006

Tom Cruise prepares unborn fetus for sacrifice

It's ALIVE!Caption Contest: What is Tom Cruise up to now? It looks like he's either sucking the life force from an unborn child, casting a spell on the fetus, or kneading Katie's tummy in preparation for a meal.

Add your own caption in the comments section for this photo.

It finally rained last night for the first time in like two months, and the surrounding greenery responded immediately. This morning's landscape was in pastel yellows, pinks, purples and greens. Plus the rugby pitch won't be so dusty now.

I loathe myself for loving The Tyra Banks Show. Last night her Drag Force did makeovers on women, and I could not tear myself away from the show. Could not stop watching Tyra. I like the opening music too. And if you watch closely, you can see her twitching during poorly edited angle shot changes. She twitches a lot, which entertains me.

As fabulous as Tyra is, her beauty pales in compariston to Dogpoet's hotness. I believe his birthday is tomorrow - go there and wish him a happy birthday.

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April 3, 2006

poll: cell phone users don't find their own behavior to be annoying

Until these poll results came out, I was just a crotchety old blogger madly complaining about rude cell phone users. But today I am validated:

"...almost nine in 10 say they encounter others using those phones in an annoying way. Only 8 percent of cell users acknowledge their own use of cell phones is sometimes rude."

But yes, you are rude.

I particularly hate the use of the Motorola walkie-talkie feature on public transit, with that stupid bleeping noise that makes me want to HULK SMASH! the user. I don't want to hear either you or your friend's voice, or the topic of conversation, which is usually really, really important:


Since I came back from Tucson and Mexico and travelled through the ATL airport, I noticed that DC residents are particularly addicted to connectivity at every race and class level, no exceptions. Around here you really cannot get more than 10' away from any person fondling some kind connected electronic product like Gollum and His Precious, be it a cell phone, blackberry or some stupid bleeping or glowing device. Gotta chek the text, gotta check messages, can't sit still or be quiet, gotta fill the time with talking, even when it's about nothing. It's really kind of sad. People are not letting themselves be alone with their own thoughts anymore, and I'm wondering what it's doing to our psyches.

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April 2, 2006

You are not a strong black woman.

Advice for Recent Arrivals - Dos & Don'ts & More Don'ts for Gay Boy Refugees - by Nate Lippens

I'll have to admit I have been guilty of several of the criticisms from the list above in my time. Good for a chuckle though.

I'm currently digging the CD Jack Johnson and Friends: Sing-A-Longs and Lullabies for the film Curious George. Like the soundtrack for O Brother, Where art Thou, this album is likely to outshine the film. While the songs are both for children and adults, the tunes have a nice mellowing effect that negates all the hype and hysteria you can get from watching too much TV. Plus Jack Johnson is kinda woofy and somewhat adorkable. I spent a lot of time this weekend with just the stereo on with this album and another favorite (and Christmas/birthday present - thanks!), Lonely Runs Both Ways by Alison Krauss and Union Station.

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April 1, 2006

BSG finale: discuss

I keep forgetting to discuss the Battlestar Galactica season finale. Now that it's been a few weeks, there's little danger of spoiler spoilage. If you haven't seen it yet, too bad - get with the program.

I was disappointed with the President Roslyn's uncharacteristic machinations to retain her presidency, the whole leap ahead to the colonalization of New Caprica, and the Cylon re-invasion and capture of the refugees. None of it rings consistent with character behavior, and frankly, the whole leap ahead is a cheap writer trick. Something tells me it has got to be someone's dream sequence (also a cheap writer/plot trick). I think it was Baaltar's dreams manipulated by the Six in his head. She's fucking with his mind for some reason, to gain some kind of advantage in his reasoning. Anyhow, the show better please with the season premiere.

I went to see SLiTHER on Friday night with OMG DJ Timothy Mykael last night. The movie was gross, Gross, GROSS! Totally, pleasantly gross, with a storyline that was coherent and with an interesting plot. Kind of a love child between Invasion of the Body Snatchers and John Carpenter's The Thing. I give it a matinee recommendation, and/or save up to see it on NetFlicks for sure.
Today we played rugby in Anacostia Park. It was the first time I had set foot in that part of DC. Our A-side lost but not by much, and I think the B-side game was like 3-0, and I played well. The cherry blossoms were out and it was a good day for rugby. After the match social on Penn Ave., NE I decided to take the bus home. Just after passing Gallaudet University our bus died, right in front of the sketchiest liquor store in town. That and I was in shorts, as it was getting windy and cold outside. Not wanting to hang out shivering in sketchtown for long, I grabbed a cab and got home to my cozy basement.

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