This morning, Chris and I strolled down to the Post Office here in Park Slope then walked to the local diner on 7 Avenue and 7th Street. Chris is hearing and charming dude. We had a nice breakfast but something caught my eye. I saw the ancient newspaper being framed on the walls of the diner.
Last December 17, 1960, two airplanes collided and crashed at *this* very spot. I was the VEE at the whole thing. Only one survived, 11-year old boy, 128 were killed. It appears that there was a miscommunication that caused two planes to collide and burn up the residential area.
Oh, gosh. I live on 14 Street and 7 Avenue. Only 7 blocks away was the site of an airplane crash. See? It can happen anywhere else. Even on your roof.
It is interesting to find out now before I move to Manhattan next week.
R-
Saturday, April 24, 2004
"Whua-hey? Who dares to interrupt my slumber?"
Yesterday during the break, I saw a group gathering by a window next to my office. I found out that they witnessed a cat falling down from 4th floor and survived. It sat on the curb by my office window. I saw the cat and immediately knew who it belonged to. Got someone from 4th floor to check up on the cat and bring it home. It is OK. Bizarre but the cat is OK. Which I cannot say the same thing for Tommyrico -- that bastard is cold, tasteless and stupid prick.
I just signed up for Gmail which was offered to me via the blogger.com, it should be interesting. It is Ridor9th@gmail.com -- who will be my first personal to say hi?
Larry, your blogsite looks like a fan of scat or diarrhea, no offense, honey. But I like your images on the right side, where can I get that?
I went home last night at 430 PM and I lay down in my bed and watched the TV 'til 745 PM, I fell asleep until 730 AM. I felt much better, invigorated and all that.
Fuck, Teen Titans are coming up. I heard a lot about them -- I wanna see how it is all about! I'll get back to you, OK? So far, so good -- the introduction is great. :-)
During my slumber, I got 16 messages on my blackberry pager. Am I that popular? I dont know.
Anyway, I was reading an article about Dolly Parton cracking some funny lines at some country music awards about wardrobe malfunction. She said something that she cannot provide such a wardrobe malfunction ... but she wears such a tight clothes, you never know. And she also said, "If it happens, the first three rows will be wiped out." She was on the podium. Good line, Dolly Parton! Love you, babe.
Gotta go back to the Teen Titans thing. It is a childhood thing for me. Gotta check it out.
R-
I just signed up for Gmail which was offered to me via the blogger.com, it should be interesting. It is Ridor9th@gmail.com -- who will be my first personal to say hi?
Larry, your blogsite looks like a fan of scat or diarrhea, no offense, honey. But I like your images on the right side, where can I get that?
I went home last night at 430 PM and I lay down in my bed and watched the TV 'til 745 PM, I fell asleep until 730 AM. I felt much better, invigorated and all that.
Fuck, Teen Titans are coming up. I heard a lot about them -- I wanna see how it is all about! I'll get back to you, OK? So far, so good -- the introduction is great. :-)
During my slumber, I got 16 messages on my blackberry pager. Am I that popular? I dont know.
Anyway, I was reading an article about Dolly Parton cracking some funny lines at some country music awards about wardrobe malfunction. She said something that she cannot provide such a wardrobe malfunction ... but she wears such a tight clothes, you never know. And she also said, "If it happens, the first three rows will be wiped out." She was on the podium. Good line, Dolly Parton! Love you, babe.
Gotta go back to the Teen Titans thing. It is a childhood thing for me. Gotta check it out.
R-
Friday, April 23, 2004
Praise the Lord it's Friday
That means what? I'm going to home and rest. I tend to be home on Friday nights. I think it is because it's much cheaper to go out on weekdays than on weekends. Of course I have to go out on one of these weekends, so I often selected Saturday night as the means to go out.
But today is the day I am not feeling GREAT. I am tired, I am starting to have a headache. I am starting to feel exhausted.
This Tuesday, I will try to bait a friend or two (Sarah?) to go with me to Big Cup in quest to sign up for Queer Pad, a new not so straight reality show. It's going to be hard to win but who knows? Never hurt in trying to do that. Who knows it'd propel me to be "that" famous like Bill Rancic or Carson Kreesley?
Oh, my favorite scene in To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar occurs when one famous model stopped Noxeema Jackson from moving through at China Bowl, the model said, "You're so beautiful! Can I be like you?" Noxeema laughed then moved ahead and said with a sarcasm, "Good luck!"
Another one was when Chi Chi Rodriguez wailed and complained that she's tired of people snickering at her when she wants to do something good with her life. Vida turned to see Noxeema snickering. LOL.
I enjoyed watching people bicker at each other with snide remarks. It reflected their intelligence, the ability to withstand the insults and return it back with funny lines always won my praises. Which is why I have these friends on the list on my blog.
I look forward to return to my futon bed, where it is waiting for me. Maybe tonight after 10 PM, I'll be able to score a guy or two in my bed. Umm. That is not bad idea.
But hearing Bobby's comments about being tied in a bed getting an ass workout is bit turn-off.
Take care,
R-
But today is the day I am not feeling GREAT. I am tired, I am starting to have a headache. I am starting to feel exhausted.
This Tuesday, I will try to bait a friend or two (Sarah?) to go with me to Big Cup in quest to sign up for Queer Pad, a new not so straight reality show. It's going to be hard to win but who knows? Never hurt in trying to do that. Who knows it'd propel me to be "that" famous like Bill Rancic or Carson Kreesley?
Oh, my favorite scene in To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar occurs when one famous model stopped Noxeema Jackson from moving through at China Bowl, the model said, "You're so beautiful! Can I be like you?" Noxeema laughed then moved ahead and said with a sarcasm, "Good luck!"
Another one was when Chi Chi Rodriguez wailed and complained that she's tired of people snickering at her when she wants to do something good with her life. Vida turned to see Noxeema snickering. LOL.
I enjoyed watching people bicker at each other with snide remarks. It reflected their intelligence, the ability to withstand the insults and return it back with funny lines always won my praises. Which is why I have these friends on the list on my blog.
I look forward to return to my futon bed, where it is waiting for me. Maybe tonight after 10 PM, I'll be able to score a guy or two in my bed. Umm. That is not bad idea.
But hearing Bobby's comments about being tied in a bed getting an ass workout is bit turn-off.
Take care,
R-
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Savage, MattDude & Santorum
Who cannot hate Dan Savage? I love him. I'm envious of his boyfriend/husband, he has lots of things to say. I had been reading his books, articles and so on. It is always amusing.
Dan is the dude who coined a definition of Santorum. It is disgusting but yet you cannot deny that it is ... wholly true that you probably find it in Litch's bedroom sometimes after the sex between KT and LG. ;-) Check this out at Spreading Santorum.
To add the fifth victim on my hearies blog is none other than ThatMattDudewhom I found by accident last night at a bar named Monsters in Greenwich Village after tutoring a guy of ASL. He reminds me of me. Too bad he fled New York for these ugly sprawlin' town called Los Angeles.
What is up with fags in this decade? I kept on meeting many fags who are in their 30s and has boyfriends in 50s or 60s. Can't these fuckin' old geezers keep their dicks on their age-group?
This reminds me of what happened to me with my first response to the personal ad in 1991. I was reading "Our Own", a gay newspaper in Richmond, Virginia. There was a personal ad that indicated that he's 19 (I was 17), [stats was mentioned as well], wants to meet and date with guys around his age. I phoned him. We talked. He seems to be nice guy. We agreed to meet the next day. He suggested the Krispy Kreme Doughnuts restaurant on West Broad Street by Staples Mill Road. An alarm in my head flashed the lights on. Something weird is going to happen. I should have listen to it.
I went ahead and went to that restaurant despite the fact that this particular place is frequented by old geezers. I went there before with my parents when they picked up the doughnuts. So I entered the restaurant. There is no 19 years old in sight. Suddenly, an elder man came to me and said, "You are Ricky?"
That dude is no 19, motherfucker! "I thought you're 19?"
He said, "My mind and spirit is. Only my body is not."
I was speechless but nevertheless, rushed back into the car and zoomed out. Was in state of disbelief for days. It was my first personal ad and this fag ruined my trust and faith in gay men. Since then, I'm always wary of things that might happen.
Oh, well. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
R-
Dan is the dude who coined a definition of Santorum. It is disgusting but yet you cannot deny that it is ... wholly true that you probably find it in Litch's bedroom sometimes after the sex between KT and LG. ;-) Check this out at Spreading Santorum.
To add the fifth victim on my hearies blog is none other than ThatMattDudewhom I found by accident last night at a bar named Monsters in Greenwich Village after tutoring a guy of ASL. He reminds me of me. Too bad he fled New York for these ugly sprawlin' town called Los Angeles.
What is up with fags in this decade? I kept on meeting many fags who are in their 30s and has boyfriends in 50s or 60s. Can't these fuckin' old geezers keep their dicks on their age-group?
This reminds me of what happened to me with my first response to the personal ad in 1991. I was reading "Our Own", a gay newspaper in Richmond, Virginia. There was a personal ad that indicated that he's 19 (I was 17), [stats was mentioned as well], wants to meet and date with guys around his age. I phoned him. We talked. He seems to be nice guy. We agreed to meet the next day. He suggested the Krispy Kreme Doughnuts restaurant on West Broad Street by Staples Mill Road. An alarm in my head flashed the lights on. Something weird is going to happen. I should have listen to it.
I went ahead and went to that restaurant despite the fact that this particular place is frequented by old geezers. I went there before with my parents when they picked up the doughnuts. So I entered the restaurant. There is no 19 years old in sight. Suddenly, an elder man came to me and said, "You are Ricky?"
That dude is no 19, motherfucker! "I thought you're 19?"
He said, "My mind and spirit is. Only my body is not."
I was speechless but nevertheless, rushed back into the car and zoomed out. Was in state of disbelief for days. It was my first personal ad and this fag ruined my trust and faith in gay men. Since then, I'm always wary of things that might happen.
Oh, well. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
R-
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Wonder If It Ever Happened at NYSC?
Gay guys tend to work out excessively, maybe 6 days out of a week, 2.5 hours minimum with 1.5 hours spending in the shower room sucking, fucking and/or jerking each other off. Sometimes these guys came back for 2nd time in a day.
Saw this grotesque picture. Wondered if it'll ever happen in a place like NYSC. *evil grin*
Check this picture out.
R-
Saw this grotesque picture. Wondered if it'll ever happen in a place like NYSC. *evil grin*
Check this picture out.
R-
DelaJoy & CertainDisaster
DelaJoy created her blog this week after seeing my blogs for weeks, I guess it is infectious. So I'm adding her to the list. DelaJoy and I had been friends for years. I always strolled into the cafeteria at Gallaudet and saw DelaJoy finishing up her dinner, I always said to her, "I must tell you something about someone else! You must stay and wait for me." I stormed away from her to get my dinner. She's always, "Fuck you, I can't leave this shit because I can't live without your news!"
YOU ARE NOT MEMBER! YOU ARE NOT MEMBER! YOU ARE NOT MEMBER! (To whom it may concern, if you dont understand what it is -- it is an inside joke between me and DelaJoy -- you have to convince her to write about it.)
CertainDisaster is the fourth victim on the Hearies' Blog. He is from East Village. We have some common interests. His blogs are normal -- which is better than hearing people talking about shagging all the time. Since I'm from East Village, and he seems to be normal guy from East Village -- he qualified to be the fourth victim. :-)
R-
YOU ARE NOT MEMBER! YOU ARE NOT MEMBER! YOU ARE NOT MEMBER! (To whom it may concern, if you dont understand what it is -- it is an inside joke between me and DelaJoy -- you have to convince her to write about it.)
CertainDisaster is the fourth victim on the Hearies' Blog. He is from East Village. We have some common interests. His blogs are normal -- which is better than hearing people talking about shagging all the time. Since I'm from East Village, and he seems to be normal guy from East Village -- he qualified to be the fourth victim. :-)
R-
A Good Reason Why I Go to Gay Bars
I read someone writing that it is important to keep drinking the alcoholic beverages because there are people who works at the factory to produce these drinks. If not for us, they lose the jobs! So keep on drinking!
R-
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