So did I mention Mike, Jen, & I started a podcast?
We're now available on iTunes! Click the link or search for us on iTunes! (If you do a search of podcasts it's best to search using "world famous".)
I posted this @ 10/30/2006 06:15:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
TAKE THE LONG ROAD AND WALK IT
I would venture to guess that everyone has at least one or two everday skills that they pride themselves on knowing how to do really well. Maybe you are good at hooking up electronic equipment. Maybe you can assemble furniture with ease. Maybe you can keep a whole jungle of house plants alive. Nothing superhero extraordinary, but certainly something to be proud of. I consider my sense of direction one of these things. From a very early age I have always been able to tell directions and find my way.
Example: In my pre-teen and tween years, my Grandparents would take me camping out to Wyoming every summer. Even though we knew the way, it was my first exposure to maps and figuring out where we were going from a map. The map was something to look at in the car once I'd used up whatever other entertainment I'd brought along with me.
My Grandparents are the type of people that traveled like a 1950s stereotypical couple. The man never asked directions and the woman was the co-pilot giving directions at the last minute. This isn't a dig. Just setting the scene.
Every so often we would take trips to other parts of the country. Usually to visit my Father where he was stationed at. On one of these trips We wee traveling on unfamiliar roads of Southern Illinois. I had described the route we were to follow and promptly drifted off to sleep in the back of the van. I woke up an hour later and we were headed in the wrong direction about 50 miles off course. When I woke up and realized that we were in fact heading the wrong way. I got the atlas back out and plotted a new course. We were back on track.
When I asked what happened I got two stories. My Grandfather said he went the way that I had told him. My Grandmother said that she say the exit for the highway we wanted, but that it come up on them too quick because of how fast my Grandfather was driving. So we missed it. This was just one of many traveling examples, but that's not the point of my story.
When I travel I like to know where I'm going. I'll print off a map if needed and at least have general directions on how to get to a place. When I was first driving by myself to visit my family in Louisville, Kentucky I would at least check the map every time I stopped to familiarize myself with what exits to look for and highways to take. So while my navigation skills have never been truly tested. I have always been very confident in my ability to get around without having to stop for directions. (Yes. I'm typical that way.)
This has been the case until recently... several times recently in fact.
Once I am familiar with a place, I typically don't navigate my street names. I will go by landmarks. Unless the street name is something so unusual that it is hard to forget. This is the case with my family in Louisville, KY. I know to turn left at the Hospital then follow the country roads. I make a nother left on the road that is also my last name. Easy to remember. The problem occurs after this. By the time I have driven 12 hours it's dark. The winding country roads are not well lit and not well marked. I have had to stop and call a couple times lately and ask for directions. but only after driving around for 30 minutes looking for a road that I know. I know what I'm looking for and where it should be. I just don't know where I am in relation to that road. The winding of the roads and the lack of sunlight has confused my inner compass.
More notably was a recent trip to Chicago this last summer. After I assured Lloyd that I knew where I was going. My skills with a map and directions were above average. I had full confidence in driving there. Sure enough. I made it there with no problem. (Other than being unaware of how shitty traffic is on the Skyway.) Seriously! What the hell is up with that road?
There were times that I would come across and exit and think that I could take it and still find my way. But begin my first time driving in the city I didn't want to risk getting really lost. I'd save that for when I was leaving. I knew the highway I was looking for. I knew which direction I wanted to be going. What through me off was Yahoo Maps decision to send me North in an effort to go South (and eventually West). It was counter intuitive in my mind. So as I am leaving and driving South, thinking I know what direction I want to be going, I am heading the wrong way. Somehow I am heading South and working my way East. Interrobang?!
When I called him for direction, you could tell there was definitely a sense of, "So you are good with maps and directions, eh?" Yeah... that crow tasted good.
My latest visit tested my ability to navigate the train system all by myself. Which sounds silly I know. But for someone whose navigational faith had been shaken by the city, it was a big deal. I conquered it and felt more than a small amount of vindication.
Construction is always an issue. I've gone through St Louis a couple times when traffic coupled with construction has been an issue. Knowing where I'm going helps. So I know the way to get where I need to be regardless of what literal roadblocks might be in my way.
I enjoy taking on a new city. I often talk about how some cities seem like they'd be too big for me to live in. While I can't say that with the same certainty that I once did, I don't quite feel as intimidated by larger locales.
Where would you like to go today!?
I posted this @ 10/30/2006 01:59:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
STEPPIN' OUT WITH MY BABY
I take some solace in knowing that even if I am never allowed to legally marry, at least I can march down the street without fear of being stoned by skin heads or arrested.
I posted this @ 10/30/2006 07:00:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
10/27/2006
ANSWER TO THE QUESTION
If you've ever seen Inside The Actor's Studio on Bravo, then you will be familiar with these questions. I thought I'd answer them too.
1. What is your favorite word? Seriously
2. What is your least favorite word? Unfortunately
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Music. I am always so moved by music and I feel that almost any situation has a good song that would fit the mood perfectly. I can be inspired by a song. I can use a song to relate to a person. I can use music when I feel I need to relax and 'meditate'.
4. What turns you off? Cruelty
5. What is your favorite curse word? Fuck
6. What sound or noise do you love? Laughter
7. What sound or noise do you hate? The sound of screeching tires.
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Paramedic maybe? Which I suppose would be ironic considering the answer to my last question.
9. What profession would you not like to do? Politician
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? I accept you just the way you are.
I posted this @ 10/27/2006 08:57:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
YOU WERE ALWAYS ON MY MIND
Don't let the title of this post be misleading. I am on the cusp again. The cusp of feeling like I have a lot to say, but not really saying anything. It's like being mentally tongue-tied. The strange thing is I don't have any announcements or breaking news. Things are good. Things are calm. Yet, I feel like I have idea percolating just waiting to become entries of some kind.
Is this what writeres block feels like? Is there any kind of Milk of Magnesia for something like this?
I posted this @ 10/27/2006 08:00:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
10/24/2006
THE BEAR WENT OVER THE MOUNTAIN
For all of you what watched the entire Finnish polkka-yodelling ditty, waiting for one of them to get smashed by a gigantic Monty Python foot.. and were sadly disappointed.
WARNING!! Do not watch this video if you are a member of PETA or a devout animal lover. This is one of the funniest/stupidest ideas that someone thought of since blowing up a beached whale.
I give you... Bear Vs. Trampoline
I posted this @ 10/24/2006 10:57:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO
I think it should be said that if there is such a thing as 'gaydar'. I don't have it, or if I do have it I think the wiring is off. It doesn't work live and in person, but show me a photograph, something they've written, or see them act on tv (or a movie) and my hit rate jumps way up.
When Grey's Anatomy first started I think it was more a wish. It looks like maybe I wished too hard!! Not that it's a bad thing.
TR Knight just needs to call Sean Astin and I'm calling in sick!!
I posted this @ 10/24/2006 07:03:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
10/23/2006
LIFESTYLES OF THE RICH AND THE FAMOUS
So Mike, Jen, and I had been tinkering around with the idea for a while. I wasn't saying too much about it, because I wasn't sure if it would come to fruition or not. I didn't want to jinx anything.
But the time has come to step out of the podcasting closet.
I'm not going to be so bold as to say that it's the funniest. Thing. Ever. But I will say that someone did pee a little... It might not have been humor related!
Once it's available on iTunes I'll let you know. For now just go to our website to listen to the show.
I posted this @ 10/23/2006 04:16:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO ASK ME A QUESTION
Do we purposely torture ourselves? Do we make decisions in our lifetime that we know aren't the best, only to have those choices cause pain both physically and mentally? Sometimes the decisions are out of our hands. Hopefully more times than not, they are within our control.
This may sound like the beginning of PMS (Poor Me Syndrome) but I swear it's not. I have been thinking about some of these things for a while. I guess I just feel like writing about them at this point.
It never ceases to amaze me that we will say yes to something knowing that we will most likely be hurt. I've tried to hold true to a 'rule' that I'd rather take a chance and get hurt, than not take the chance on wonder. Now this isn't a mantra I follow all this time. But it is certainly something I make an effort to keep in mind.
I feel like I'm in a good place in my life right now. I know things can be improved. Yet, isn't that always the case in anyone's life? I feel like I've finally started doing my #1 goal on my list of 101 in 1001. (Well, it's #96 on the list, but it's the top priority)
Additionally, I feel like my life has gone from 0 to 60 back to 0 and even reverse a little bit to 60 and then sped up to pass a couple slower cars. You would think this is a bad thing. It has a rollercoaster feel to it. I don't disagree. I wouldn't say that it has bothered me. I've been sort of at peace with the things in life that have made my life speed up and slow down.
What I do think about with all the starting and stopping is did I do it to myself? Could I have maintained an appropriate cruising speed and been just fine? Did I have to take all those turns and shifted so many gears in order to get to where I am now?
Maybe it's all a moot point. I'm here and that is really all that matters. Though, I think it's important to learn from our past. It has made us who we are and shapes who we are going to be. A lot can be taken and applied to our daily lives. Why not analyze it?
A lot of questions... maybe not a lot of answers.
I posted this @ 10/23/2006 10:25:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
10/16/2006
IEVAN POLKKA
I... don't know. But I can't stop watching it. Thanks Ramperto. I blame you for getting this stuck in my head.
I posted this @ 10/16/2006 03:49:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
WE ARE FAMILY
This was #72 on my 101 in 1001 List.
I know that I have talked about members of my family before. I mentioned that it is a long story and that you would need a diagram to figure out who is who. I hope this diagram better illustrates things.
I posted this @ 10/16/2006 12:14:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
WALKING IN MEMPHIS
I am on the mailing list for events sponsored by the Nebraska AIDS Project. A couple of weeks ago I received an email talking about their annual charity walk. The walk was this past Sunday.
Not only is it a worthwhile charity, but it also is being counted as #9 on my list of 101 things to accomplish. Look at those two birds just lying there on the ground. And it only took one stone!
Since "CT" was out of town, I invited my cohort in crime, Jay to participate with me. Always the faithful photog, Jay documented the event.
As I was looking up information about the walk I mentioned to a co-worker that I hoped the weather would be nice on Sunday. I didn't want to catch a cold. People are living with AIDS, and I'm worried about a cold?! Realizing a moment to late the insensitivity of such a comment, the karmic laws that govern the universe set into a motion a plan to rain on my parade. Literally.
I wasn't sure what to expect with any of this. Would there be a lot of people? Where would we be walking? How Far? All the basic sort of questions. The actual event was scheduled from 11AM to 2PM. I figured there would be some talking with the walking. But three hours seemed like a pretty sizeable walk.
We arrived a little before 11AM and noticed there were more volunteers than walkers. Uh-oh. But as the time went on more people showed up. There was a mariachi band and representation from the local Latino radio station, Radio Lobo. I wasn't sure the connection, but I knew one of the event organizers was prominent in both the Latino and gay communities. So, I was pretty sure he had a hand in it.
There was local news coverage. The amusing part was that in order to get footage of the event in a timely matter they asked us to 'mock walk' a couple of times for filming. So if you are local and you caught it on the news... You've been duped. That wasn't the actual work.
The actual walk didn't take place for another 45 minutes after the reporters left. In the meantime we were treated to a some salsa dancing (I want to learn! Zaida?! Help?!)
After Salsa 101, we were asked to 'warm up' by participating in a jazzercise aerobic workout. Ok... Now for those of you who may not know me. I am not a joiner. I am not one to do something because everyone else is. At least not without some liquid courage. So, they are asking us to aerobicize or cold walking asses... before we start walking. There people were really into their aerobics. I... was not. You could tell the people that weren't into it, because as they asked us to spread out and give each other room to move all the other Non-Joiners (NJs) moved as far away from the stage as possible.
At this point my karmic retribution was kicking in. The sky was completely gray and the misty rain was picking up. I kept looking at the time, wondering when the actual walking was going to happen.
The first running joke of the day involved a man running for political office. A few supporters were there wearing his shirts. Jay and I commented that we didn't know what he was running for, or even what he looked like. Consider one of us a very informed voter and the other is not... So much for name recognition.
The second running joke was more of a walking one. Ba da bing! As the actual walking finally began the path took us on a trek that was maybe a mile if even that. I don't know if it was cut short because of the weather. As we looked at the time we figured that the aerobic warm up actually took more time than the walk itself. Nice... Which was fine with me because... You remember? The Rain. And the wetness.
In the end, it was a good time. A nicely done event that I'm sure would've been better had the weather cooperated more. I do plan on participating in more such activities. Hopefully next time I'll let you know ahead of time and maybe drum up some support.
I posted this @ 10/16/2006 09:26:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
10/13/2006
DON'T FEEL LIKE DANCING
I think it might be a trend in music, or at least a trend in the music I find myself listening to lately. Very dancey. Very retro. Very fun. Something with a good beat that makes me want to shake your booty.
I posted this @ 10/13/2006 12:28:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
FIND MY WAY HOME
So whaddya think of the new digs?
Hopefully everyone made it here safely. Any trouble finding your way? No? Good. I hoped not. I'm glad you could make it. I missed you LOTS!! Things may seem a little weird. It's the same yet, things aren't the same. Until I get everything straightened up you may notice a few kinks here and there. Don't worry. All will be fixed in time.
I posted this @ 10/13/2006 07:01:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
10/11/2006
I'M COMING OUT - Part 2
Since it is National Coming Out Day I thought it was an appropriate time to share my own 'coming out' story.
Hindsight is usually 20/20. So it is easy to look back and say, "Well, duh. This should've been a dead give away," or "If it was so obvious to you back then, why didn't you let me know." But it doesn't happen that way. If having others point out such things was the easy way to discover anything about ourselves we all would be so self-actualized.
The earliest conversation (with myself) that I can remember having sort of involved my brother. His mother had remarried and there were still lingering feels of hurt in regards to how our father had left the situation. My brother and I were driving around having a heart-to-heart conversation and I remember saying that I hoped he kept our last name. It seemed like a selfish thing to say. He was young. Having a different name than everyone else in his immediate family I thought would be awkward for him. It was definitely a self-serving request. Yet, in my mind, I was thinking... "What if I *am* gay and I never have kids? Who would pass on the family name?"
I know... petty, selfish, and self-serving. It's all about honesty right now.
My exposure to gay culture was very limited. Our small town 'role model' was a transvestite who had a penchant for fishnets and wearing enough make-up to be confused for an extra in Moulin Rouge.
I didn't know any gay men with children. I didn't know any gay men that had typical family lives and carried on about their day like everyone else did. Like I said... I was naive. What did I know?
The idea of children someday, for me, was a big deal. I struggled with the idea of being gay mainly because of what I thought it'd mean for a chance to settle down with someone and have a normal family life. I don't blame my small town as the reason. But the lack of exposure certainly contributed to such ideas.
A few years passed before I really ever gave it another thought. I didn't date anyone in high school. My focus was on graduating and then getting a job. A social life (other than hanging out with my friends) wasn't something I was interested in. I would say I was not as comfortable with my geekiness either back then. So a bit of wallflowerishness was to blame for some of my lack of a dating life. I often wonder had I been more outgoing if I would've figured things out sooner.
There were conversations that I know happened behind my back. After all I wasn't dating. I rarely talked about any interest in anyone. Hardly dated. I think there is a certain step in a person's train of thought where "are they gay?" crosses their mind. Whether they vocalize it or not... I don't think it is an uncommon thought.
A former boss had casually asked a coworker once if I was gay. It wasn't meant maliciously. At the time I wasn't out. I never had any problems before or after I found out that he had asked. I think it even prompted a discussion with the coworker where I had said that I could see possibly being bi but I didn't know about being full-on gay.
I laugh at this because I think there is a certain logic that I used that really didn't make any sense. So, I wasn't dating anyone... Maybe only had one or two girls that I'd liked or even that I had gone out with. It was never sexual. Yet, suddenly I'm saying, oh I might like dudes too? As if somehow I'd been there, done that and was moving on. Pfft... What did I know?!
I think that if I had moved away to go to college I might have figured things out sooner. This was another point in my life where I think I was at a personal crossroads for many things that were happening.
I really only made big announcement type outings of myself to two people. The very first person I told and the person who's friendship I couldn't imaging living without, Mike. Most other people were told casually in conversation. A question would come up if I was single or dating anyone. If I was, then I would say his name. I tried to steer clear of genderless terms and pronouns if possible. The only time I felt this wasn't possible was at my last job. It was a large Catholic organization. I didn't see it as a very career advancing move to talk about my personal life. For better or worse, that isn't an issue anymore.
But I got sidetracked... No one seemed to have a very surprised reaction. Which, later, struck me as being funny. Was I obviously gay to someone or were they just being kind and going with whatever I would say?
The two most memorable reactions I heard were from my Grandmother and my best friend, Mike.
My Grandmother was looking through recent photos I'd taken. This included one of me and the guy I was seeing at the time. She asked who it was and I told her very matter of factly that it was the guy I was dating. She nodded and went on to the next picture. Expecting a much larger reaction, I was stunned by the lack of one. Is the lack of a response still a response? Later that same day I asked her if she understood what I was saying when I said it was my boyfriend (Did I think she was suddenly dumbstruck?) "I didn't just fall off the turnip truck yesterday, Cris." God bless my Grandmother. So while she never asked about my social life before, I don't consider it any different for her to not ask about it now. It was such a non-issue that it threw me for a loop. Boyfriends past have met my Grandmother and everything was just fine.
The other reaction was from Mike. We had been recently fighting and I was unsure where we stood with each other after that fight. Things were on the mend, but the day I went to talk to him wasn't about the argument we had been having. I think he could tell that I had something on my mind. I have no poker face and wear my heart on my sleeve.
There had been a missed party and a 'secret' date that he didn't know about at the time. An ironic comment had been made about where I might have been, on a date with a guy, was what he offered as a possibility. Little did he know he right he was.
I vividly remember the scene. He stood in the kitchen and I stood on the other side of his breakfast bar (otherwise known as the physical manifestation of my emotional shield).
C: Remember when I missed that party? M: Yeah. C: It was because I was on a date. M: Oh? C: With a guy. His name is ____. M: Really? C: Yeah. M: Really!!? C: Yeah! M: Want a beer? C: God, yeah.
We talked for a while after that and while it was a huge weight of my chest, I was unsure of the ramifications it might have. Mike and I have a friendship that would almost seem to be composed of exact opposites. I've always been one not to question it. It works how it works. Why mess with it? And when I told him I was gay, I thought I was doing some serious messing with how it works. In the end, it worked out just fine. All that worry for nothing.
I think that I've been fortunate that friends and family have been they way they are. I would use the word supportive, but... Well while friends certainly have been supportive, family have been non-issuey. Not against me. But not really asking anymore than they ever asked. So no change on that front. No one has disowned me at least.
Since then one of the funniest reactions I've heard is a story that I wanted to save for such an occasion.
At work we started a joke called the Wall Of Hotness. It was meant to poke fun at a coworkers unnatural obsession with Alan Alda. It grew from there to be something that all of us on the team have contributed too. Each person has a section off wall with various photos of people we find attractive. Recently when a new employee started and noticed the WoH, we explained what was going on and who each person was.
"So who has the one with Sean Astin?" she asked.
"It's mine," I say.
"But it's all guys?!" is her reply.
"Yeah. Yeah it is."
*crickets... crickets...* Finally someone broke the silence with a forced laugh.
She later admitted that she was having a "blonde moment" and it didn't sink in right away why I would have all guys on my version of the WoH. It wasn't an issue with her. She just admittedly wasn't that quick on the pick up.
I suppose all of this has a very anti-climactic ending. Like I said... Nothing Pulitzer-worthy here. Hope you enjoyed it just the same.
I posted this @ 10/11/2006 09:31:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
10/10/2006
EMOTIONAL RESCUE
[back story]
Driving home from work the other day*, I was behind a PT Cruiser with personalized license plates. I noticed the car because I like the look of the Cruiser. I noticed the plates next.
[/end back story]
I was chatting online the other night (*actually it was some time ago by now, but in my world "the other day/night" could mean two days to two years ago) I happened across a profile that had a gentleman posing next to his vehicle with the same vanity plate. I sent a quick message saying, "I think I was behind you in traffic. I recognize the vehicle and plates. I like your car." Innocent enough? Just a comment on his vehicle.
The next day I got a reply saying that if it was a black PT Cruiser then it was him. He suggested meeting up for coffee or drinks. Going on to say that he felt he should tell me that he is HIV+ and that he would understand if I didn't want to meet up. He is getting more accustomed to the idea of people turning him down based on his HIV status.
Um... Ok. Well, nothing like putting someone on the spot, an awkward spot at that. While I understand that there is a certain idea that any message is an open invitation to a date on some sites. I certainly didn't think my commenting on his vehicle gave any indication of interest. Maybe I'm just naive. Yet, even more than that... Way to guilt someone into a date.
It clearly smacks of emotional manipulation. You basically have put someone on the spot. If they say "no" they are 'just like most other people'. If they say "yes" there is a feeling of being guilted into saying yes, rather than saying yes out of actual interest.
Pity date? No... I don't do that. It doesn't help anyone out.
This is not the first time that I've come across situations like this. Not necessarily to me, but just in general. I've heard and seen similar situations where a person might have a child, disability, or some reason that other people might see as a complication or automatic disqualification for dating.
Not that everyone is going to feel that way. Yet it certainly isn't a good foot to start out on. Where would that lead? Do positive relationship start out on such a guilted first step? Is this a common?
Do people really end up with sustaining relationships when the only way that they got someone to go out with them was to lay a guilt trip on them?
Do I need to say that I did not respond back?
I posted this @ 10/10/2006 11:32:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
10/09/2006
SAY MY NAME. SAY MY NAME. SAY MY NAME.
1. YOUR SPY NAME: (middle name and current street name) Scott Western
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side, your favorite candy) Bud Skittles
3. YOUR RAP NAME (first initial of first name, first three or four letters of your last name) C Rod
4. YOUR GAMER TAG: (a favorite color, a favorite animal) Green Bulldog
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) Scott Columbus
6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name Rod Pum Rib
7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards) Ttocs Lemmup
8. PORN STAR NAME: (first pet's name, the street you grew up on) Roscoe Gravelroad
9. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, the automobile your dad drives) The Green Escort
10. YOUR ACTION HERO NAME: (first name of the main character in the last film you watched, last food you ate) Logan Meatloaf
I posted this @ 10/09/2006 12:20:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
I posted this @ 10/09/2006 11:50:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
MOVING ON UP
This blog is moving! Eventually I want to put it on my own domain. For now... it's moving. If it disappears one day, don't be alarmed. Drop me an email, if I don't already somehow spread the word where I've moved to.
I posted this @ 10/09/2006 11:46:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
10/04/2006
A KISS AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW
The latest revelation in the Foley political scandal doesn't sit well with me. I hate to even refer to it as a scandal, as though it is a plotline on Desperate Housewives (Desperate Politicians?).
So he gets in hot water for his inappropriate communications with young male Capitol Hill interns. Now suddenly all this other trauma in his life comes out. He's in rehab. He was drunk when he wrote the messages. He has mental issues. He was abused by a member of the clergy.
"Mark does not blame the trauma he sustained as a young adolescent for his totally inappropriate" e-mails and instant messages, Roth [Foley's Attorney] said. "He continues to offer no excuse whatsoever for his conduct."
I call bullshit. Isn't that exactly what he's doing? He isn't specifically saying that's what caused him to do it, but yet Roth goes on to say that Foley "was under the influence of alcohol when he wrote the notes." That sounds like an excuse to me.
His attorney [officially] says that Foley is gay. Wonderful. Though, there might be a slight delay in receiving your official newsletter, membership card, and toaster oven. How is that part of his 'recovery'?
"Gay or straight, Democrat or Republican, it is completely inexcusable for an adult to have this kind of communication with a minor. Congressman Foley brought shame on himself and this Congress by his horrible behavior and complete lack of judgment. We strongly condemn his behavior."
Maybe he won't even been getting his toaster oven at all.
I posted this @ 10/04/2006 06:58:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
10/03/2006
ONCE IN A BLUE MOON
As promised...
(more pictures on Flickr)
It was Fratboy's birthday and Last Day Girl's last day. It was a good reason to have fun. More photos on Flickr include the Jell-o Conspiracy (which would make a great band name) and private outhouse photos.
I posted this @ 10/03/2006 07:09:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
Maf54: Do I make you a little horny? Teen: A little. Maf54: Cool.
Middle-aged politician 'talking' like a 16 year old boy while chatting. Hilarious!
Maybe I'm laughing totally inappropriately, but I read this story and the snippet of his chat transcript and I keep hearing Austin Powers quoted. "Do I make you horny? Randy? Do I make you horny, baby, yeah, do I?"
I know... I'm sick in the head.
I posted this @ 10/03/2006 07:03:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
I'm a 30-something student of human nature. A music-lovin', groove-shakin', laugh-inducin', dish-cookin', gossip-slingin', type of guy. This is my diary of sorts...
As I was looking up information about the walk I mentioned to a co-worker that I hoped the weather would be nice on Sunday. I didn't want to catch a cold. People are living with AIDS, and I'm worried about a cold?! Realizing a moment to late the insensitivity of such a comment, the karmic laws that govern the universe set into a motion a plan to rain on my parade. Literally.
