July 2006

Where In the World Has My Willy Gone

Because, what, gay men can be so forgetful? I mock righteous indignation in their general direction.


Patience


I Ain't Touching That

I should have known it was going to be a freaky day when it started with a clown asking me to remove the box from between her legs.


Restraint


Like, Totally Man

The more I learn about health issues in the California's central valley, the more freaked out I become. I'd already heard that the valley has worse air quality than L.A. due to being a valley and having so many farming chemicals in the air. I'd also heard that people who've never had allergy or respiratory problems often develop them after moving to this area.

This morning I discovered that the valley has it's own special brand of pneumonia called valley fever. And no, that's not the condition in which you say "totally tubular" a lot. It's a serious condition which can be life threatening. While it's not limited to the central valley, it is certainly prevalent here. And with this summer being hotter than normal, all that tasty air sludge is bubbling over with glee. My body doesn't know what to do with this toxic soup after breathing crystal clear Alaskan air it's whole life.

No big deal. I'll just be huddled in the corner gasping for some semblance of real air amidst the coughing, sneezing, wheezing and eventual dying. At least I won't be bored.


Into the Unknown


Señor Snacks

"Man snacks. Now in Hispanic flavor!"


Super Caterpillar from Outer Space?

I'd really like to know the specifics of last night's dream which prompted me to tear my sheets off the bed and wrap them around my body like a cocoon while I retreated to my love seat because it seemed like a "good place to hide." There will be a reward for any details leading to the apprehension of the aforementioned dream.


Be Careful What You Wish For

One of the big reasons I wanted to live in California was for the warmer weather. Well, it was 100° at 8pm last night. I believe it got up to 110° during the day. I've never sweat so much in my entire life and I've definitely gotten my "warmer" weather. Perhaps next time I should be a little more specific.


Ooooooh, Pretty!

"I sprinkle diamonds on everything I eat. It makes my dookie twinkle." - Dave Chappelle


Let Me Borrow That Top!

Kelly likes shoes and I'd venture to guess she likes several other things that are much less wholesome. Whatever the case, s/he's got some hella funny songs. They're quite vulgar which means my mom will want to just surf right on by while my sister will want to play them over and over again... and then buy the t-shirt. *smooch*


Tu Lan

If you don't mind exposed ducting, dirty floors, mediocre service and zero ambience... Tu Lan is quite the find. Damn good Vietnamese food that's really cheap. Endorsed by Julia Childs so how could you really go wrong? And I have the good fortune of having leftover chicken curry for lunch today. Mmmmmmm.


Grow an Opinion so I Can Bludgeon You With It

Me: "So are we still on for tonight?"
Him: "Yep. Where do you want to eat?"
Me: "I don't know restaurants in San Francisco. Since you live there, do you have any recommendations?"
Him: "There are tons of good places to eat in the city."
Me: "Ooookay. Well, I really like Asian or maybe someplace that has good salads."
Him: "There are tons of Asian places in the city."
Me: "..."
Me: "Do any favorites come to mind?"
Him: "Well, what part of the city do you want to meet in?"
Me: "I don't know the city very well. What part of the city are you in?"
Him: "We can meet anywhere."

This is the point in the conversation where I should have said:
"Tell ya what, you eat wherever you want, I'll eat wherever I want and we'll just call the whole thing off."


Insert Hose Here

An old timer's view on a neighboring town:

"I hate Stockton. If the Good Lord wanted to give the world an enema, that's where he'd stick the hose."


Hold My Hand


Make It Go


Butch with a Lisp

I had this guy last weekend tell me with a swish about how he created this water feature from scratch, building things out of scrap metal and rocks and other manly materials. When, with a hand on his hip, "it was really butch" came out of his lisping lips I nearly died laughing. If you have to actually say that something is butch, it's pretty obvious it's nothing even close to that.

// Cuz Tuck suggested I post this he somehow thinks he deserves the credit. Whatever. //


The Mothership


Art Lust

I really love the color, texture and moods of Robert Morgan's art. I particularly like Rust: Thirty-One & Tactile Surface: Terra Firma.


These Prison Walls


Riding the Hog

If you're my mother, I suggest you don't read this. If you're my sister, you may not want to read this either. In fact, if you are blood related to me or someone who doesn't like motorcycles or one of the few who simply don't realize that the world revolves around me... you might want to pretend this post never even existed.

Ok, now that no one is reading this:

I went for a ride on a Harley last night. I rode "bitch" while a friend handled all the complexities of clutch, steering, throttle and being a bug shield for me. It was actually my first time out on a motorcycle. We went down mostly back roads which gave me a chance to see a lot more of the areas around Tracy. I surprised myself by having a good time and not screaming like a girl the entire time. I think I might have even been so butch as to spit and scratch my nuts a few times on the road.


Surfer Dreams


Little Britain

Ok, Jay is going to disown me for just now discovering this, but this last weekend I watched Little Britain for the first time. Damn, that is funny shit. Funny because it's so off the wall and horrifying. The grandmother infatuation nearly had me tossing my cookies, yet I loved that the series was so bold as to go there. Daffyd "The Only Gay in the Village" is disturbingly funny, particularly in his choice of attire. Lou and Andy are just creepy and make so little sense that you've gotta love them ("I want that one!"). The show is not always brilliant or even always clever, but it is all a very good laugh. Watch it now and weep.


Summer Nights


Hidden Intent


Anime Expo

While I was surrounding myself with square dancing queens in Anaheim I was also surrounded by lots of interesting costumed characters who were there for an anime expo:


Diversity Department

The department in which I work is perfectly situated to be the latest sitcom. We have the single mother in her 40s who lives with her parents, the young Fillipino guy who comments on the oddities of the English language, the skater punk supervisor with tattoos for days, the comic geek lacking social skills who wears too much cologne, the older hispanic woman who serves as the mother to the department and, of course, the token gay who thinks the world revolves around him (cuz, well, it does).


Geriatric Twist

Those fags sure do make some interesting things with balloons. (Heidi, this one's for you).


Leave Your Cares Behind

- Dog Beach, Huntington Beach, CA


Dog Beach

- Dog Beach - Hungtington Beach, CA


I Am a Sunbeam

"Inspirational stuff just pisses me off."

Working with fellow bitter and jaded folk is cause for constant amusement.


Some Words Which Get Me Hot

My new Canon EOS Rebel 350D is my new best friend.


Serenity


-Balboa Park Botanical Building, San Diego


Carnivore & Nuclear Power Plant


-Balboa Park Botanical Building, San Diego


Queerdom Squared

This past weekend I visited a friend in Anaheim who was attending a Gay Square Dancing Convention. He (and all his friends) spent the entire weekend trying to get me to join the holy order of the square dancing queers. To that end I did take an introductory class and reluctantly admit that it was indeed a lot of fun. Still, I will be canceling the local club membership, the t-shirt order, and the scheduled ritual sacrifice for which my friend signed me up. Sadly, that means I'll also be returning the free toaster oven.


Be Square

I drove down to LA on Saturday. The traffic was surprisingly wonderful so I guess I'll save my rehearsed road rage routine for the trip back. A friend took me out to a few places last night the best of which was MJ's, a dance bar. Awesome music, great dancing and a very nice lack of the twink brigade that you find at most dance venues.

Today I'm headed to Anaheim to hang out with a Baltimore friend (not you Jay, my other Baltimore friend) who'll be there for a convention. Notice the complete avoidance of the words "square dance"... afterall, I do have a reputation to maintain.


© 2005 Damon