May 2007

<cough> More Gummy Bears Please <cough>

Ok, so I "haven't been feeling well" for the last week. I finally made it back to work for a full day yesterday. It seems like I should say that it feels good to not be home-bound, but since it was Mike and Michael's home I was bound to, it was actually pretty darned nice. Now I'm back to an independent existence and have to remind myself that I can no longer just snap my fingers and have gummy bears brought to me while I absorb myself in a comic book. Ah well. I figure I can only pretend to be sick for so long...

Wicked Mother Nature

Mother Nature obviously has a sadistic streak. Yesterday was hot, sunny and "must wear shorts" weather. So when staying the night at Mike and Michael's I, of course, only packed shorts. Enter Mother Nature and her wicked sense of humor. Today it's bitter cold and cloudy. In fact, I think I might have even seen a few snow flakes. If I can find Mother Nature today... I'm so gonna kick her ass.

Pain In the Ass

I've been out of work this week not feeling well and as such have been watching lots of movies. For the record, Pan's Labrynth is NOT a sweet children's fairy tale. It was good, but I was so not in the right frame of mind to watch that film. V for Vendetta is still an awesome movie. Epic Movie was only mildly amusing, while Music and Lyrics was quite enjoyable. Lady in Water kicked ass and is one I want to see again. Happily N'Ever After just kinda left me wondering why I'd wasted my time while The Ultimate Avengers II and Teen Titans: Trouble in Tokyo fed my superhero itch. So movies, Mike, Michael and two pounds of gummy bears have gotten me through that last few days. Tomorrow I actually have to go back to work before my 4 day weekend. What a rough, rough existence I live.

Feeling Right At Home

Tomorrow Mike, Michael, Ron, Reiner and I are taking a wild, fun-filled road trip to none other than the illustrious Bakersfield, CA. Now, if you're from my home town that's akin to driving to Anchor Point for a fun-filled weekend (for those of you unfamiliar with that area cringing, gasping, fainting, vomiting or general looks of horror would be acceptable responses). Bakersfield even has a shoe repair store in the shape of a shoe. Hyuck, hyuck. That's soooooo funny. OMG. Heh, heh... (grrrr).

So, um, why exactly are we packing a car with five full grown men (some of whom never got the "time to stop growing" memo) to drive for 3+ hours to white trash central? Well, I'm glad you asked. It's all about the company we keep and the fact that we get to go hang out with the ever entertaining Mike's mom (known to the world at large as "Pat"). She's a riot and the car packed with our own version of the Fab Five should prove for some rather interesting antics all by itself. I'm pretty sure they have huge banners hanging across the streets of Bakersfield right now boldly warning "The Queers are Coming! The Queers are Coming!" Children will be running for cover, frightened tears streaming down their precious little faces. Little old ladies will be pulling out their pepper spray and muttering something about how you can't even find a regular cup of coffee anymore because of those crazy city folk and their highfalutin ideas. And men who - at some time or another - heard of the concept of bathing, will be practicing their canned "some of my best friends are gay" speech.

So we're staying the entire weekend in the glorious city of Bakersfield, but fear not. I'm taking my anti-hick spray with me and plan on using it in liberal doses.

Bad Boy Bangs

Apparently bangs combed over the eyes makes one evil. I saw Peter Parker and his bad boy bangs on Monday. As much as I'm a sucker for superhero movies, the recent Spider-Man movie took hokey to a whole new level. If I comb my bangs over my eyes will I too get black clothes, say hurtful things to my girlfriend and suddenly develop mad piano/dance skillz while behaving like a slimey Casanova with random women on the street? Ooh, eeeeeevil.

Coping Mechanism

Chocolate and sex. Can you think of a better way to cope on a bluesy day? I think not.

Out and About

Well, there's nothing like your friend and former pastor reading your all-gay, all-the-time online journal. Pay no attention to the naked men or mention of boyfriends or distinct lack of girlfriends. heh Um, hi friend and former pastor. Good to have ya here. *twitch*

Shroud of Darkness

Ping-Pong: "Can I take the shroud of darkness out for awhile? I'll take good care of it, I promise."

Keeper of the Shadow: "You know what happened last time you borrowed the shroud..."

Ping-Pong: "I know, but Meeko's hair has grown back since then."

A New Addiction

I'm going to get Lost. I've been getting Lost a lot recently. It's not my fault. Mike and Michael are to blame. I hadn't even wanted to get Lost until they forced me into it. Now, nearing the end of the second season, I'm addicted to getting Lost. Wanna get Lost with me?

This Is the Life

There's nothing quite like hacking heads out of photos and bastardizing classic book covers to make for a fun-filled evening. Even better: have your boyfriend sit next to you and impress him with your mad Photoshop skillz while doing it.

Make It Stop

It was another action-packed weekend for me. From being butch with a hammer to buying a sewing machine to make my own drapes, it was a weekend of diversity and fun. Michael, Mike and I constructed, shopped, danced, watched videos and gardened. The weekend was rounded out with a nude pool party packed full of the exact type of people that you hope to never see at that sort of event. You can't even imagine the horrific nightmares I had last night.

Gayly Roughing It

The Mikes and I are planning do some camping trips this summer so we decided to buy a tent. Otherwise known as a thin walled condo. Not only are each of the two separate rooms large enough to practice my acrobatic circus routine (I'm hoping to join Fredina on the road), but the bay windows, gear loft, remote controlled light, cup holders and many other features make me wonder why I even bothered with renting an apartment. I think we'll use the east wing for dinner parties and put the pool in the north wing. Of course we still have to decide whether the hired help will enter through the front door or the back.

Stone Cold

Navel Gazing

Self-Discovery Through Art. A workshop with such a title brings up visions of mantras, incense, and a large wall mural personifying my inner chakra's primal need for Reese peanut butter cups. Instead the class was more like "fill the page with color and don't try to create anything worth looking at." That was fun and relaxing, but where's my epiphany? I'm pretty sure the syllabus said something about free epiphany with purchase. It was kinda like the first time I realized adult cereals don't come with toys in the bottom. You mean I just poured that entire box of Raisin Nut Bran all over the counter for nothing? Grrrrrr.

Well, in spite of my missing epiphany I did enjoy the whole "use your non-dominant hand" exercise and loved making a Mandala. It was fun to be all artsy and stuff even if I didn't discover that in a previous life I was the pet monkey of King Tut.