Wow…what a day…sooo tired…and now, time to pass out…like, hard core sleeping is about to ensue…as a matter of fact, I think I should stretch a bit first or something, ’cause this is gunna be a marathon sleep and I don’t want to pull a muscle.
Night all.
– M
Wow…what a day…sooo tired…and now, time to pass out…like, hard core sleeping is about to ensue…as a matter of fact, I think I should stretch a bit first or something, ’cause this is gunna be a marathon sleep and I don’t want to pull a muscle.
Night all.
– M
Upon finding out that the tapes of 
parox and I caused a bit of a stir (not to mention lunardragoon and his little make out sessions) up at Anime North/Yaoi North
Me: So I guess I should apologize for being a whore on tape…
Candie (covarla): You must practice restraint
Chris (gryvon): You can practice with restraints all you want…
I love my work.
Now, by ways of + and –
– Syntax (no love, no love at all)
+ Discovering something new and groundbreaking
+ Above, with sexy formatting
– Downstairs neighbors either a) having rougher than normal sex or building
– poast it flgs
++ major love for the desert the Syprhit Sisters brought over to dinner the other day
– No love for any weight gained…no love at all…stupid calories
What I don’t love at the moment, however, is Syntax.
“No one owes you, no one’s to blame, except for bad genes or DNA…What’s up, sweetcakes,..Whatcha wanna do little buckaroo…’cause girls, girls…are easy…so watcha gunna do, little buckaroo…”
– Ask DNA – The Seatbelts – Cowboy Bebop
Upon finding out that the tapes of
parox and I caused a bit of a stir (not to mention lunardragoon and his little make out sessions) up at Anime North/Yaoi North
Me: So I guess I should apologize for being a whore on tape…
Candie (
covarla): You must practice restraint
Chris ( gryvon): You can practice with restraints all you want…
I love my work.
Now, by ways of + and –
– Syntax (no love, no love at all)
+ Discovering something new and groundbreaking
+ Above, with sexy formatting
– Downstairs neighbors either a) having rougher than normal sex or building
– poast it flgs
++ major love for the desert the Syprhit Sisters brought over to dinner the other day
– No love for any weight gained…no love at all…stupid calories
What I don’t love at the moment, however, is Syntax.
“No one owes you, no one’s to blame, except for bad genes or DNA…What’s up, sweetcakes,..Whatcha wanna do little buckaroo…’cause girls, girls…are easy…so watcha gunna do, little buckaroo…”
– Ask DNA – The Seatbelts – Cowboy Bebop
Toronto
Research is going amazing. What’s often the most important part of any crime scene is what isn’t there; look for the what’s absent from the space instead of what’s there and you’re bound to find what it is that you didn’t even know you were looking for…and when you find it, you’ll proclaim “there you are!”
Right now I have ten pages of what I know I have that’s solid and then there’s about five pages dedicated to what I’m thinking and around another twenty pages are working their way through my mind and being written in my head as I walk around with a cup of coffee in my hand, gesticulating with the other, talking to myself and drawing stares from strangers who hold their children close, saying to them “you’re never going away to university, or else you’ll turn out like him.”
Deadline is the 30th. No problem.
We’ll meet it with style, taste and class. If there’s no other option than to succeed, better to succeed with grace and tact instead of panic and fear.
Composure and poise man, composure and poise.
משפחה
Since we were finished up in Toronto (research-wise/for the time being) and still had some time to kill, we sat down at the club getting ready to watch a burlesque show and this hot guy walks in, totally muscle bound, a dark, chiseled gorgeous stubbled face, with pecks and a six pack to match his patently good looks, and I hear this equally wonderful and fabulous human being at the door ask him “So do you go to services?” and I get whiplash as I spin my head and I’m going to myself “no it can’t be” so I ask “?את משפחה” and I hold my breathe, waiting for disappointment once again, surely I’m mistaken…instead I hear a “Yes!”
Apparently there’s a Queer Jewish community in Toronto that I didn’t know existed, but I can’t tell you how glad I am to have stumbled upon them. Though I don’t know if stumbled is the right word for it. Sometimes things are, well…they happen for a reason. Divine Intervention, Fate, Chance, Luck, whatever you want to call it all I know is that I can’t wait to go back.
I have a lot of friends (who I love dearly), but there’s a certain void of being 10% of 1/2 of 1% of the world’s population that not a lot of people can understand…it isn’t dark, morbid, or emo…it just is.
Thanksgiving
We had a huge Thanksgiving this year. Margie and her Parents (her father a Former Marine who saw wars from before I was born) came up from North Carolina, Mark and Melissa and Mark’s Parents, Uncle Ray, Aunt Teri, Cousins Rachel, Michael and Danny (and his girlfriend), Alex (who we consider an extra brother), Grandma Freda, Grandma Fran & Grandpa Murray and their good friend Carol, my Twin Brother Dave and my younger Brother Sam and my Mom and Dad and the Dog (raider) it was just wonderful.
My family remains, largely clueless and slash or skeptical of what I’m studying and doing with my life…which in all reality, is fine with me. I’d rather not reveal the work in progress, but at the end just have a grand unveiling of the masterpiece: the degrees, the jobs, the perfect body with the perfect husband and perfect places of abode…on a few perfect continents.
One of the best pieces of advice I ever got was “If you want it. Get it.”
And I know I will. I have complete faith in myself (I haven’t let myself down yet).
I have “Become a Pop Icon” on my Life’s To-Do List and I plan on achieving that one by the time I’m in my mid-thirties…can’t hurt to try =)
Happy Birthday fyresygn!!!
Happy Birthday fyresygn! When you come to New York, the first round of drinks are on me =)
Act Up, Fight Back!
Realizing that my dry spell (this is what happens when you live in a library kids) now approached six months three weeks and two days time (I keep a fairly accurate datebook) I went the other day with my friend to Planned Parenthood and had an HIV test (since an accurate test should be done after the six month incubation period anyway).
I’m HIV-
If you haven’t gotten HIV tested, I encourage you to do so (and if you’re sexually active, I encourage you to get tested regularly). Knowledge is power, and if you do have HIV once you know about it, you can take steps towards dealing with it. I don’t care if you’re doing oral, anal, vaginal or if you’re using a cock or your mouth: if you’re having sex (and remember those words before sex are just describing what kind of sex it is, it’s still sex) you should be using a condom or a dental dam. Period…I don’t care how much he or she says she loves you or how clean they claim to be.
Sex may be a great experience (or it might be bland and boring, let’s be real with ourselves and each other) and sure it can last from anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour but HIV (and some other STDs) can and will last you a lifetime. You only get one body: respect your body and yourself as the awesome gift you are: worship yourself, love yourself – wear a condom.
I got to speak to steviemagazine today!
It’s always a treat to get to speak to steviemagazine; he’s working on some really neat projects, and I have to say, it’s neat to watch them progress from his concept on the path to completion.
Holidays in North Carolina
I was extended the offer to go to Margie’s for Christmas (and see her brother and his husband, her daughter Mary who I haven’t seen in ages and her son Stephen whom I’ve never met as well as her extended family) and I’ve accepted. Otherwise, I’d just be attending National Jews Eat Chinese Food and Go To The Movies Day on December 25th, and this sound a lot more fun.
Shuffling off to Buffalo
I’m Shuffling off to Buffalo Late Saturday night; Cheryl do you want to Grab coffee sometime today (Friday?) – let me know.
I have more to write about, but right now…I need to write and then go to sleep.
Peace all.
Toronto
Research is going amazing. What’s often the most important part of any crime scene is what isn’t there; look for the what’s absent from the space instead of what’s there and you’re bound to find what it is that you didn’t even know you were looking for…and when you find it, you’ll proclaim “there you are!”
Right now I have ten pages of what I know I have that’s solid and then there’s about five pages dedicated to what I’m thinking and around another twenty pages are working their way through my mind and being written in my head as I walk around with a cup of coffee in my hand, gesticulating with the other, talking to myself and drawing stares from strangers who hold their children close, saying to them “you’re never going away to university, or else you’ll turn out like him.”
Deadline is the 30th. No problem.
We’ll meet it with style, taste and class. If there’s no other option than to succeed, better to succeed with grace and tact instead of panic and fear.
Composure and poise man, composure and poise.
משפחה
Since we were finished up in Toronto (research-wise/for the time being) and still had some time to kill, we sat down at the club getting ready to watch a burlesque show and this hot guy walks in, totally muscle bound, a dark, chiseled gorgeous stubbled face, with pecks and a six pack to match his patently good looks, and I hear this equally wonderful and fabulous human being at the door ask him “So do you go to services?” and I get whiplash as I spin my head and I’m going to myself “no it can’t be” so I ask “?את משפחה” and I hold my breathe, waiting for disappointment once again, surely I’m mistaken…instead I hear a “Yes!”
Apparently there’s a Queer Jewish community in Toronto that I didn’t know existed, but I can’t tell you how glad I am to have stumbled upon them. Though I don’t know if stumbled is the right word for it. Sometimes things are, well…they happen for a reason. Divine Intervention, Fate, Chance, Luck, whatever you want to call it all I know is that I can’t wait to go back.
I have a lot of friends (who I love dearly), but there’s a certain void of being 10% of 1/2 of 1% of the world’s population that not a lot of people can understand…it isn’t dark, morbid, or emo…it just is.
Thanksgiving
We had a huge Thanksgiving this year. Margie and her Parents (her father a Former Marine who saw wars from before I was born) came up from North Carolina, Mark and Melissa and Mark’s Parents, Uncle Ray, Aunt Teri, Cousins Rachel, Michael and Danny (and his girlfriend), Alex (who we consider an extra brother), Grandma Freda, Grandma Fran & Grandpa Murray and their good friend Carol, my Twin Brother Dave and my younger Brother Sam and my Mom and Dad and the Dog (raider) it was just wonderful.
My family remains, largely clueless and slash or skeptical of what I’m studying and doing with my life…which in all reality, is fine with me. I’d rather not reveal the work in progress, but at the end just have a grand unveiling of the masterpiece: the degrees, the jobs, the perfect body with the perfect husband and perfect places of abode…on a few perfect continents.
One of the best pieces of advice I ever got was “If you want it. Get it.”
And I know I will. I have complete faith in myself (I haven’t let myself down yet).
I have “Become a Pop Icon” on my Life’s To-Do List and I plan on achieving that one by the time I’m in my mid-thirties…can’t hurt to try =)
Happy Birthday
fyresygn!!!
Happy Birthday
fyresygn! When you come to New York, the first round of drinks are on me =)
Act Up, Fight Back!
Realizing that my dry spell (this is what happens when you live in a library kids) now approached six months three weeks and two days time (I keep a fairly accurate datebook) I went the other day with my friend to Planned Parenthood and had an HIV test (since an accurate test should be done after the six month incubation period anyway).
I’m HIV-
If you haven’t gotten HIV tested, I encourage you to do so (and if you’re sexually active, I encourage you to get tested regularly). Knowledge is power, and if you do have HIV once you know about it, you can take steps towards dealing with it. I don’t care if you’re doing oral, anal, vaginal or if you’re using a cock or your mouth: if you’re having sex (and remember those words before sex are just describing what kind of sex it is, it’s still sex) you should be using a condom or a dental dam. Period…I don’t care how much he or she says she loves you or how clean they claim to be.
Sex may be a great experience (or it might be bland and boring, let’s be real with ourselves and each other) and sure it can last from anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour but HIV (and some other STDs) can and will last you a lifetime. You only get one body: respect your body and yourself as the awesome gift you are: worship yourself, love yourself – wear a condom.
I got to speak to
steviemagazine today!
It’s always a treat to get to speak to
steviemagazine; he’s working on some really neat projects, and I have to say, it’s neat to watch them progress from his concept on the path to completion.
Holidays in North Carolina
I was extended the offer to go to Margie’s for Christmas (and see her brother and his husband, her daughter Mary who I haven’t seen in ages and her son Stephen whom I’ve never met as well as her extended family) and I’ve accepted. Otherwise, I’d just be attending National Jews Eat Chinese Food and Go To The Movies Day on December 25th, and this sound a lot more fun.
Shuffling off to Buffalo
I’m Shuffling off to Buffalo Late Saturday night; Cheryl do you want to Grab coffee sometime today (Friday?) – let me know.
I have more to write about, but right now…I need to write and then go to sleep.
Peace all.
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^ It’s an e-Turkey ^
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.
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^ It’s an e-Turkey ^
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.
I’m on The Island for Thanksgiving, if you left me a cell phone message and I didn’t answer it was because I was driving the Upstate Crew down to The Island and just didn’t hear it ring.
We listened to the rent sound track, I might, possibly, maybe, think about starting to consider seeing the show (getting me to go to the Movies or a Broadway Show is like pulling teeth…actually, pulling teeth is considerably easier…the whole sitting still thing just doesn’t jive with me).
Driving across the Throgs Neck is a fun time, I really love that bridge…it’s a shame a certain troll lives under it.
I have my ENT Appointment at 10am so I’ll head there and then stop in the Rx to say hi, and then Alumni Day at the High School at 1:30pm-ish.
I have lots to talk about, at the moment however, we can talk about slow speed fetch.
I have a standard poodle (minus the dorky haircut). His name is Raider, he’s adorable, possibly too smart for his own good (actually, he is too smart for his own good), and I like him more than I like most of my extended family.
I have a Grandma Freda, she uses a walker. On her walker’s legs, are two tennis balls, so the walker slides easier. Raider sees the tennis balls, moving at a very, very, very….very, slow rate and thinks “ohhh boy!! ohhh boy!!! Grandma’s Playing Fetch With Me!!! Ohhh Boy!!!” and attempts to play fetch with Grandma, and her Walker.
A good time is had by both the dog and myself.
Funny thing though, Grandma doesn’t really have a sense of humor about it…I can’t figure out why.
Ahh, it’s good to be home.
Okay, a couple of hours of sleep, then ENT, then Pharmacy, then possibly MORE sleep followed by Alumni Day and then the arrival of the first wave of house guests.
I’m on The Island for Thanksgiving, if you left me a cell phone message and I didn’t answer it was because I was driving the Upstate Crew down to The Island and just didn’t hear it ring.
We listened to the rent sound track, I might, possibly, maybe, think about starting to consider seeing the show (getting me to go to the Movies or a Broadway Show is like pulling teeth…actually, pulling teeth is considerably easier…the whole sitting still thing just doesn’t jive with me).
Driving across the Throgs Neck is a fun time, I really love that bridge…it’s a shame a certain troll lives under it.
I have my ENT Appointment at 10am so I’ll head there and then stop in the Rx to say hi, and then Alumni Day at the High School at 1:30pm-ish.
I have lots to talk about, at the moment however, we can talk about slow speed fetch.
I have a standard poodle (minus the dorky haircut). His name is Raider, he’s adorable, possibly too smart for his own good (actually, he is too smart for his own good), and I like him more than I like most of my extended family.
I have a Grandma Freda, she uses a walker. On her walker’s legs, are two tennis balls, so the walker slides easier. Raider sees the tennis balls, moving at a very, very, very….very, slow rate and thinks “ohhh boy!! ohhh boy!!! Grandma’s Playing Fetch With Me!!! Ohhh Boy!!!” and attempts to play fetch with Grandma, and her Walker.
A good time is had by both the dog and myself.
Funny thing though, Grandma doesn’t really have a sense of humor about it…I can’t figure out why.
Ahh, it’s good to be home.
Okay, a couple of hours of sleep, then ENT, then Pharmacy, then possibly MORE sleep followed by Alumni Day and then the arrival of the first wave of house guests.
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