When you picked up your remote control and tried to use it on the computer monitor without realizing that it does not work that way, that means you're on the computer bit too long.
That's what happened to me earlier in the day. Oh, well. This is bound to happen if your TV set is not far away from your computer monitor.
R-
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Why IMs Answering Machine Not Good Idea
Ridor9th: Are you ready to let me de-virginize you today?
Auto response from DaBamoor: Hi, I'm unavailable.
Auto response from DaBamoor: Hi, I'm unavailable.
Er ... Well ... Aversion Therapy Do Not Work
You know the motto -- once you tasted a cock in your mouth, there is no turning back.
What does the Germans think they are doing? They think they can just toss women in the cage and convert the gays back?
Oh, yeah, right. Like it will work.
R-
What does the Germans think they are doing? They think they can just toss women in the cage and convert the gays back?
Oh, yeah, right. Like it will work.
R-
50 Most Loathsome New Yorkers
Thanks to Wojnar (!!) for providing the link to the article.
This is very interesting article.
I'm disappointed that I was not named as one of the 50 Most Loathsome New Yorkers, as Wojnar also mentioned that to me.
When I reached No. 1 on the list, I absolutely *agreed* with the pick.
Cheers,
R-
This is very interesting article.
I'm disappointed that I was not named as one of the 50 Most Loathsome New Yorkers, as Wojnar also mentioned that to me.
When I reached No. 1 on the list, I absolutely *agreed* with the pick.
Cheers,
R-
Monday, February 07, 2005
What Gives?
Category: Sports
After opening up the season at 16-5; 5-2 in the ACC, Virginia Cavaliers seemed to be in a good shape until it blew 16-point lead in the second half and lost the game to North Carolina State.
Then they came back home to play No. 6 North Carolina. After leading as many as 12 points, the Cavaliers decided to stop playing and fell apart as UNC had two runs of 16-0 and 11-0 to beat Virginia, 75-56.
But this picture is cool.
Virginia Struggles
Better luck next time, I guess.
R-
After opening up the season at 16-5; 5-2 in the ACC, Virginia Cavaliers seemed to be in a good shape until it blew 16-point lead in the second half and lost the game to North Carolina State.
Then they came back home to play No. 6 North Carolina. After leading as many as 12 points, the Cavaliers decided to stop playing and fell apart as UNC had two runs of 16-0 and 11-0 to beat Virginia, 75-56.
But this picture is cool.
Better luck next time, I guess.
R-
Why I Do Not Go To Weddings
I was reading DowntownLad's entry about how much should we contribute to my friends' wedding gifts? Since the country decided to turn blind eyes on my dreams to marry a guy, I decided *not* to attend any of my friends' weddings nor shed a cent on gifts.
That is until I have the significant other by my side -- I might visit few weddings but no promises. Generally, I do not like to go to weddings alone because it makes me miserable.
Travis Imel can vouch this because he was there when it happened. In Jacksonville, Illinois -- a blimp in the middle of state, really, where my frat brother, Chris Kuhn married Linda Sue Mehring. Suffice to say, I was invited and all that baloney stuff.
It was pretty ordinary Midwestern wedding, very simple and plain but yet so cute.
Later in the evening at some clubhouse, I was sitting when Chris Kuhn summoned all "available men" to get together for the traditional toss of the bride's garter belt.
I chose not to join because I am gay and not allowed to marry, according to the laws around me. I mean, what is the point of shoving and pushing men just to get a garter belt? Not my thing.
Bob Dramin was a college friend of mine who married and settled down in that watering hole where I will not be caught dead. Bob walked over to my table where Travis and I was yapping, Bob asked me to go ahead and join the group of men who are waiting for Chris to toss the garter belt.
I smirked and said, "I'm not interested, you know, I'm gay and I care less about that thing."
Bob was stunned, "You're gay? Are you serious? You like sports and stuff like that, and you're gay?"
I smiled as Travis said, "EVERYONE knew he is gay, for years."
Bob muttered, "I must be behind the news. You once told me that you had a roommate who was a wrestler, right?"
I nodded -- Bob was referring to Brent, a fella I knew from Georgia/Illinois -- cute, crazy and dumb guy, another story for another day, really! He and I talked few things about the sport, wrestling. It was all in good conversation. Then Bob mentioned about Charles Hammack. I told him that I heard of his name because Brent used to look up at him as a role model for wrestling -- Charles Hammack was one of few Deaf wrestlers to win the state championship. Later, Brent joined the small list of wrestlers who won the state championships.
Bob mentioned that Charles is here in the party. I thought it was interesting. Shortly, Bob introduced Charles to me -- I shook his hands and talked a little about this, that and there before Bob interrupted our conversation and told Charles, "You know, Ricky likes ..."
Bob pointed at Charles' groin. I was speechless. Charles was baffled then quickly told me that he is not gay and he is not interested. I was bewildered with Bob's cheap antics but lucky, Travis interfered and blasted Bob for his insensitivity and rude approach. Bob claimed that he was doing it as a joke. I told him that I did not find it funny.
Suffice to say, Charles and I had a lousy conversation from that point on -- it was all ruined. It was pretty much awkward and wary on Charles' part because of one stupid prick in Bob Dramin.
From there, driving back to Washington with Travis, I reached the decision that I will not attend any weddings for a long, long and long time. Because I do not want to deal with the hassles. It reminded me that I am not normal. It reminded me that I am not allowed to be myself. It reminded me that there are stupid pricks out there.
That was five years ago. And I did not regret at all. I absolutley have no interests in dealing with people's lives. If I have close friends, I might be interested but right now? No, no thanks. Not for a while. Ok?
R-
That is until I have the significant other by my side -- I might visit few weddings but no promises. Generally, I do not like to go to weddings alone because it makes me miserable.
Travis Imel can vouch this because he was there when it happened. In Jacksonville, Illinois -- a blimp in the middle of state, really, where my frat brother, Chris Kuhn married Linda Sue Mehring. Suffice to say, I was invited and all that baloney stuff.
It was pretty ordinary Midwestern wedding, very simple and plain but yet so cute.
Later in the evening at some clubhouse, I was sitting when Chris Kuhn summoned all "available men" to get together for the traditional toss of the bride's garter belt.
I chose not to join because I am gay and not allowed to marry, according to the laws around me. I mean, what is the point of shoving and pushing men just to get a garter belt? Not my thing.
Bob Dramin was a college friend of mine who married and settled down in that watering hole where I will not be caught dead. Bob walked over to my table where Travis and I was yapping, Bob asked me to go ahead and join the group of men who are waiting for Chris to toss the garter belt.
I smirked and said, "I'm not interested, you know, I'm gay and I care less about that thing."
Bob was stunned, "You're gay? Are you serious? You like sports and stuff like that, and you're gay?"
I smiled as Travis said, "EVERYONE knew he is gay, for years."
Bob muttered, "I must be behind the news. You once told me that you had a roommate who was a wrestler, right?"
I nodded -- Bob was referring to Brent, a fella I knew from Georgia/Illinois -- cute, crazy and dumb guy, another story for another day, really! He and I talked few things about the sport, wrestling. It was all in good conversation. Then Bob mentioned about Charles Hammack. I told him that I heard of his name because Brent used to look up at him as a role model for wrestling -- Charles Hammack was one of few Deaf wrestlers to win the state championship. Later, Brent joined the small list of wrestlers who won the state championships.
Bob mentioned that Charles is here in the party. I thought it was interesting. Shortly, Bob introduced Charles to me -- I shook his hands and talked a little about this, that and there before Bob interrupted our conversation and told Charles, "You know, Ricky likes ..."
Bob pointed at Charles' groin. I was speechless. Charles was baffled then quickly told me that he is not gay and he is not interested. I was bewildered with Bob's cheap antics but lucky, Travis interfered and blasted Bob for his insensitivity and rude approach. Bob claimed that he was doing it as a joke. I told him that I did not find it funny.
Suffice to say, Charles and I had a lousy conversation from that point on -- it was all ruined. It was pretty much awkward and wary on Charles' part because of one stupid prick in Bob Dramin.
From there, driving back to Washington with Travis, I reached the decision that I will not attend any weddings for a long, long and long time. Because I do not want to deal with the hassles. It reminded me that I am not normal. It reminded me that I am not allowed to be myself. It reminded me that there are stupid pricks out there.
That was five years ago. And I did not regret at all. I absolutley have no interests in dealing with people's lives. If I have close friends, I might be interested but right now? No, no thanks. Not for a while. Ok?
R-
Stuff To Mumble About
I watched Everybody Loves Raymond where Raymond berated his brother, Robert Barone for arresting a person who kept on using the gang signs to him.
When Robert requested the person to stop flashing his gang signs, the person ignored Robert. Robert then arrested him.
Raymond berated Robert, "But he was not using gang signs, was he?"
Robert mumbled, "Yeah, he was being deaf ... "
Then Robert signed, "Me so so sorry."
I was on my bed when I saw it and I quickly got up and stared at Robert's eloquent response. Good one.
* * *
Now on other hand, Jose Canseco, a former major league baseball player who had a rap of being in trouble with the law. Jose wrote a book about his issues with the steroids. He insisted that he personally injected steroids into Mark McGwire, and he saw McGwire and Giambi injecting each other with the steroids.
And what raised my eyebrows is that Jose claimed that GW Bush knew all about it because he was "there". GW Bush claimed that he was not aware of steroid use while he owned the Texas Rangers. C'mon, Coke snorter like GW Bush did not know that the MLB players injecting the steroids? Yeaaaaah, right! Like I believe GW Bush.
* * *
How many fag hags do I have?
Chlms of Phoenix, Arizona
Chlms once remarked that she can murder me and get away with it. My friends asked me whether if it was true or not, I nodded in agreement with Chlms. How terrifying, is it?
Beth Szywomanski of Cincinnati, Ohio
Who, in their right minds, would NOT want her as a fag hag? Beth can make Karen Walker like a nun, honest to God.
Carrie Gellibrand of San Jose, Calif.
Always fun to hang out with. Impossible not to have fun times with her. Ask her about the struggle for the right to pee in The Hole.
Rachel Pigott of Washington, DC
She once ambushed me in front of my parents and Mom cheered her on as I laughed incessantly out of my mind.
Erin Whitney of Ventura, Calif.
When I first met her, she seemed uninterested but if you get her going, there is no way for us to stop the wheels because we fed off each other on almost everything.
I have many more female friends across the nation -- in Washington, Boston, Albuquerque, Miami, Clearwater (Fl.) and some cities in Canada.
It is tough being gay, man. Such a hard life.
Cheers,
R-
When Robert requested the person to stop flashing his gang signs, the person ignored Robert. Robert then arrested him.
Raymond berated Robert, "But he was not using gang signs, was he?"
Robert mumbled, "Yeah, he was being deaf ... "
Then Robert signed, "Me so so sorry."
I was on my bed when I saw it and I quickly got up and stared at Robert's eloquent response. Good one.
* * *
Now on other hand, Jose Canseco, a former major league baseball player who had a rap of being in trouble with the law. Jose wrote a book about his issues with the steroids. He insisted that he personally injected steroids into Mark McGwire, and he saw McGwire and Giambi injecting each other with the steroids.
And what raised my eyebrows is that Jose claimed that GW Bush knew all about it because he was "there". GW Bush claimed that he was not aware of steroid use while he owned the Texas Rangers. C'mon, Coke snorter like GW Bush did not know that the MLB players injecting the steroids? Yeaaaaah, right! Like I believe GW Bush.
* * *
How many fag hags do I have?
Chlms of Phoenix, Arizona
Chlms once remarked that she can murder me and get away with it. My friends asked me whether if it was true or not, I nodded in agreement with Chlms. How terrifying, is it?
Beth Szywomanski of Cincinnati, Ohio
Who, in their right minds, would NOT want her as a fag hag? Beth can make Karen Walker like a nun, honest to God.
Carrie Gellibrand of San Jose, Calif.
Always fun to hang out with. Impossible not to have fun times with her. Ask her about the struggle for the right to pee in The Hole.
Rachel Pigott of Washington, DC
She once ambushed me in front of my parents and Mom cheered her on as I laughed incessantly out of my mind.
Erin Whitney of Ventura, Calif.
When I first met her, she seemed uninterested but if you get her going, there is no way for us to stop the wheels because we fed off each other on almost everything.
I have many more female friends across the nation -- in Washington, Boston, Albuquerque, Miami, Clearwater (Fl.) and some cities in Canada.
It is tough being gay, man. Such a hard life.
Cheers,
R-
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