JMU Wins, I Fuck and Cock-Out Colin

Two things has to be said today.

I am using the gold fonts as to congratulate James Madison University Dukes for winning the Division I-AA National Championship. It was an outstanding run for the Dukes and a huge milestone in JMU's short but robust history.

My elementary/high school is not far from James Madison University -- as Staunton is about 30 minutes away from Harrisonburg, the hometown of JMU. Occassionally, JMU sent its students to intern/volunteer/work at VSDB. I once met an intern's boyfriend who happened to be the star on Men's Basketball team. That guy is Steve Hood. He went to Maryland before transferred to JMU back then.

Traditionally, JMU is filled with great support for its women's athletics than men's. Especially with field hockey, soccer and basketball teams. I remembered the tragic day where JMU Women's Basketball team pulled the nation's greatest upset in collegiate women's basketball sport by upsetting 1st-seeded Virginia Cavaliers, 71-62 in Charlottesville. Then five or six years later, they did it again by upsetting No. 1-ranked Penn State in State College, Pennsylvania.

As for JMU's Men's sports, none excelled until this year's football team, they won the Division I-AA National Championship by beating Montana, 31-21 and finished the season at 13-2.

Two huge jeers goes to Kerry Mullan. Kerry socked in the face of JMU Quarterback few seconds after the Quarterback completed the throw. That was bad conduct. Good thing, he got the penalty on Montana. Kerry knew he was hitting the quarterback right into his helmet. Shame on you, Kerry.

Second thing, I played with someone via craigslist.org over the weekend. Among few comments that was being said to me were: Too big, nice cock, great fucker.

Too much information? Either way, one guy has a great butt. Played too much hockey back in his hey days, thus shaped his butt very well. Which is nice. I'd like to do it again with him.

Speaking of cock -- I just read GQ Magazine about the interview with Colin Farrell. He seems to enjoy flashing his cock during the production set of Oliver Stone's Alexander to a point where female workers would nickname him, "Cock-Out Colin".

The magazine asked him if it's well-hung, Colin cockteased, "People said it's hung, people said it's a peanut." Well ... I hate cockteasers ... and love 'em. They're amusing to deal with.

Sarah, yes, he has a sister -- Claudia. I read that among his favorite hangout at an Irish pub is in Williamsburg, Virginia -- which is about 35 miles east of my parents' home. I need to check it out eventually.

Sigh.

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In 1953, John Steinbeck Got It Right

Am still reading the nonfiction book called "Only In New York" which Sarah gave it to me for my birthday.

On page 145, someone asked whether if the author John Steinbeck once worked in construction in New York. The New York Times answered that it is true and it also quoted what John Steinbeck said in 1953 which made me smile. After McConnell mentioned that he preferred New Mexico because of open space, majestic mountains, clean air and down to earth.

Nothing can beat New York.

Here is what he said in 1953: "New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it -- once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough. All of everything is concentrated here, population, theater, art, writing, publishing, importing, business, murder, mugging, luxury, poverty. It is all of everything. It goes all right. It is tireless and its air is charged with energy."

Bingo! He got it right.

Benis and I discussed that we felt very much safe here in New York than in the District because if I got mugged, someone is bound to witness this.

In a rural area, good luck.

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Prelude To The Big Week

I saw a good quote in Beauty Bar, I think it reminds me of Amy Kurz:

"You look terrific!! Who's your embalmer??"

Some people wondered why I was vicious towards conservatives, Christians and Republicans. And they wondered why I decided to group them altogether. Well, to quote what one villain once told Professor Charles Xavier in one of X-Men books:

"Because I can!"

The manipulative groups in conservatives, Christians and Republicans waged a devastating battle that opened a huge rift between the peoples of all lives. Christians clamored about morals but always lied behind their backs. Republicans exploited fear in gullible people that gays will try to ban bibles. Conservatives concerned about themselves and themselves and themselves.

All these three groups played dirty, vicious and arrogant. And you expect moi, the one and only Ridor, to respect your opinion? Of course not, m'dear. I may be liberal, I may be Deist, but I'm very much fair person in terms of respect and dignity. When one tried to portray liberals as wimp, traitor or anti-American, the respect for you from me is gone.

9/11 happened ... for a reason. It is not about "them" attacking our "freedom". It is about them trying to get their own freedom by stopping us from supporting the tyrannical government. But no, people like Dale, Eve and McCock wants to keep driving SUVs. To them, it is the most important "freedom" of all.

So when someone asked me via e-mail to tone down with my rhetoric bashings on conservatives, Christians and Republicans. To coin a famous phrase from Larry, "Too fucking bad."

GOP had a debauchery of its own, Christians acted like it never happened. Many men who are Conservatives tend to cheat on their wives. Republicans are like that. I used to live in a small town in Virginia, went to the adult bookstore only to find few familiar figures wanking off in the booths, trying to solicit for sex with other men. Later, I saw them at the malls with their wives, preaching at the church, teaching at the school, work for the city to lobby against the gay rights ... but went back to the adult bookstore to fuck other guys. You can do that ... because you are Conservative, Christian and Republican. To me, I find it disgusting. I rather to lead an open life with a honest outlook -- and if that makes me a Liberal, then so be it.

But will I stop bashing 'em? NO, not until they stop first.

A long time ago, lots of Deaf people can hear a little but they preferred to call themselves Deaf. Even George Veditz can hear a little and speak well, but he called himself Deaf. I always rolled my eyes when people said, "No, I'm not Deaf, I'm hard of hearing."

"No, I'm late deafened."

"No, I'm not Deaf, just deaf."

"No, I'm hearing-impaired."

"No, I'm not gay but my boyfriend is."

You get the point here -- all of this is bullshit. It is to divide, not to unify. If you can hear a little, you are STILL fucking deaf.

According to the dictionary.com, deaf means: Partially or completely lacking in the sense of hearing.

See? Partially or completely lacking. Little or not, you are still deaf. Period. Case closed. Stop bullshitting around.

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It's Over! It's Over!

It is over. No more dealing with schizophrenic fella in that apartment. It was such a long day yesterday as Sarah pitched in to help with me to move my stuff to a new place. By the end of day, I swear that I was going to end up like Christopher Reeve with my back split in half. Sleeping in my apartment the first night was somber and painful, considering the fact that I could feel my back throbbing all night long.

But at least, no more dealings with that schizophrenic gal.

Since my move is truly finished, I can focus on unpacking everything else ... in time for Carrie's arrival on Saturday the 18th. Yep, the same gal who often said OXOXOXOX in all of her responses on my comments forum and many others, will arrive on Saturday with me and Kaybee alternately hosting her around the city.

Carrie, be prepared to undergo the transformation of your lifetime! Here is an advice, Carrie, please don't be too "friendly" with panhandlers or beggars. They'll eat you up for a breakfast (or dinner, depending on the day).

I'm going to take few days off from work in order to haul Carrie around the island. Taking her to 5th Avenue to be overwhelmed, Times Square (overrated but still), Central Park, downtown Manhattan, Brooklyn Bridge and of course, that place which I do not like to go -- Ground Zero. Of course, many bars for her to VEE VEE such as The Cock and XL, to name few. Perhaps ... The Hole just to freak her out.

So many possibilities to overwhelm her senses.

Don't worry, kaybee and I will make sure that you'll be focused on what you do in New York, Carrie.

Sarah was fun to hang out all day yesterday. We had tons of laughs. Her car has a new name ... it is Mia!

Thanks for the help, Sarah. None of this will ever happen without your willingness to help me out. For that, I appreciate and am grateful of your generosity!

Now I need someone to use the baseball bat to whack my lower back, anyone volunteer?

R-

Colin Farrell, Will You Be Mine?

Which one is Colin Farrell?

I told Mikey Murvin that if Colin Farrell was few feet away from me and was attempting to ask me a question, "Hey, can I ... "

I'd be already on the floor with my pants already off my legs and ready for him and say, "Yes, you can!!"

All of this could happen before he could complete his question, "... get a drink from you?"

Either way, chances are that I'd embarrass myself before the hunky, perfect god in Colin Farrell. Mikey snickered uncontrollably and said, "It'd be hilarious to see you on the floor like that! And I'd faint at the sight of you!"

Then I saw a guy who looks like Colin Farrell at a particular bar last Sunday evening. Since I saw a Colin Farrell lookalike-type, why don't I tease this guy out of fun? I wrote on a napkin, "Hi Colin Farrell, will you be mine?"

Slipped it to him. He picked it up and read it. He smiled so hard and jerked his head upwards and had a good ole laugh. He wrote back, "Thanks for making my day. I'm not Colin but he's hot!"

He then kissed me on my cheek. He laughed and walked out with his two friends. Cute, though.

Today, I read NY POST that Colin Farrell was in town the past few days with Lindsey Lohan. They were rummaging the area near where I went to the bar with Murvin. Perhaps that was Colin, perhaps not ... nobody will know. Oh, well.

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Yes! Me!! He wants me so bad!!

No, It Was Not Alicia!

It was reported that the deceased Prince in The Netherlands fathered two illegitimate children in France and in the United States. His inheritance of $260 million will be split equally to Queen Beatrix and two illegitimate children. It identified Alicia, 37 years old landscaper in the United States. They got it wrong. It was me. Now give me that $86.7 million. C'mon, Daddy, please?

I'm looking forward to live in a place where the cats are not being fed with uncooked pasta and dried oatmeal. 'nuff said.

Daniel Pelosi and Scott Peterson are guilty as charged. Up next is Michael Jackson. Pelosi is bit more intrigued than Peterson because it was found that Generosa Ammon's husband once jogged around the neighborhood and saw a hot dude and had a quick hump in the woods before coming home to Generosa. Typical straight, suburban husband, eh? If Peterson was ugly and Laci black woman, the media will not descend and make it an American tale.

I just read the article that 11 evangelists were charged with criminal conspiracy, rioting and ethnic intimidation in Philadelphia after they heckled at the Outfest Block Party last October. Michael Marcavage, the director of Repent America, is familiar. Another very cool picture is here. I probably saw him at some gay bars in East Village or Lower East Side at some point in the past. I mean, look at his hair, clothes, eyes and all that -- he has to be gay, duh! he reminded me of many ministers, priests and preachers who thumped on the book during the Sunday mornings but the night before, he prowled at some parks for quickies with men. Ugh.

Tomorrow, it is time to move in and settle down in a new place. Sarah and I will christen her car with a new name. My old cars (1982 Ford Escort XL and 1997 Ford Escort SE) were named as Amy after my favorite comic book character named Amy Winston who later found out her true identity as Amethyst, Princess of Gemworld. Yeah, corny, but for a kid at the age of 8, I cannot help it but loved Amethyst.

Disclaimer: Amy has nothing to do with the lowlife girl known as Amy Kurz, now rummaging somewhere in Florida, waiting to be eaten by a local alligator.

Cheers,

R-

Only 219 Days To Go!

Time goes fast.

The last time I attended Rainbow Association of the Deaf Conference was in Summer, 2001 in Seattle, Washington. I enjoyed my time immensely, I VEE VEE at everyone else all day long.

I still remembered Philip Wolfe stripping naked in front of some Japanese tourists in a hotel pool because he did not have the time to go to his hotel room to change the clothes before going to the Mr. & Ms International Deaf Leather contest, I screamed at Philip that he's freaking the tourists out as they stared at him. Philip turned to look at the tourists and he then shook his body which caused his penis to flip-flop in front of stunned tourists -- Philip gave the true definition of the word.

I still remembered Koko stealing the show at Miss RAD Pageant where his wig blocked the spotlight that was supposed to focus on the stage. Lots of camera flashes were probably taken on Koko more than that cheap slut Miss Finisha, the winner of Ms. RAD '01. I still remembered Miss Ivana Dix's reaction when she was chosen as 2nd-runner up, not as Miss RAD. I still remembered that pretty guy (who killed himself few years ago) who stared in disbelief at Miss Finisha when Bill Terrell announced the first runner-up before Miss RAD, thus spoiled the surprise.

What's worse, I cringed in horror when Miss Finisha wailed and jumped with joy, while Bill stood in front of audience, saying: "We shall find out who will win Miss RAD '01!" I'm like, "You dumbfuck, you just already announced the 2nd runner-up and 1st runner-up and there is only one contestant left -- hello!"

Then to make things wrose, Bill Terrell said, "I can't wait to find out who will win the Miss RAD!" By then, Miss Finisha was already exhausted with her celebrations. It was all ruined.

I still remembered the scene where Miss Ivana Dix knocked down the coffee mugs that was built as a pyramid with her butt (she claimed it was her purse), she did not realize that she caused it to tumble down as someone screamed to get her attention -- when she turned to see what's going on. Everyone said, "YOU did it!" She's like, "And?" She then walked away. Needless to say, we left the mess for hotel attendants to clean up.

Little tidbits that happened during the week in Seattle was priceless.

Of course, I was disappointed that I could not make it to Orlando two years ago because at that time, I moved to New York. But this time, this coming summer, July 19-23 -- I'm off to Washington, DC for the 2005 RAD Conference just to cause some drama all week long. Hear See me roar! I might explore a way to blog each day to report what's happening at RAD Conference.

RAD, be afraid for I shall return!

*evil laughter*

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