"I Need A Fork!"

At Regal Short Pump Cinemas, about an hour northwest of my parents' house, has an open caption of The Family Stone, despite the fact that they showed the film at very unorthodox time -- early mornings or very late night showings. The Regal Cinemas probably felt that showing the open captions will not make money. This is the classic example why capitalism failed Deaf people in general. They were quick to tell me that not many Deaf people showed up at the showings "anyway!" -- I was quick to point out that their unorthodox times made it DIFFICULT for anyone to show up on a consistent manner. But they won't listen.

However I made it a priority to check it out because my good friend, Ty Giordano performed in this film. Despite the fact that the reviews of the film was not bad nor good, I still had to check it out because I wanted Ty to succeed. Anything to contribute that for Ty is good, in my opinion. And you should do the same.

I was not disappointed with the film. Ty performed as a deaf, gay character named Thad Stone. He was one of five siblings (with Luke Wilson, Rachel McAdams, Dermot Mulroney, Elizabeth Reaser) coming home for the Holidays with their parents who were performed by Diane Keaton and Craig T. Nelson. Oh, yeah, Thad has a boyfriend who is African American. Practically, everyone signs in the house including the cute boyfriend of Thad.

I was impressed with Rachel McAdams' conversations with Ty. In one scene, when Amy talked about Meredith Morton's quirky habits of clearing her throat loudly, Thad was intrigued as Amy signed, "TRUE BIZ" to indicate that she was telling the truth. You do not see that in films these days.

It appears to me that Ty made others look good -- I mean, the actors/actresses' signs did not seem to be crispy at all. Even Diane, Craig, Luke and Dermot! I was jealous that Ty got to sit on Luke Wilson's lap -- that ought to be me. But again, I probably would break Luke's legs. And seeing Ty touching the hand of Dermot Mulroney (whom has VERY nice ass that I saw on another film) just fucking enraged me. ;-)

I loved the scene where Sybil Stone (Diane Keaton) actually threw the fork at Thad's dinner plate to get his attention -- I had to snicker because I hadn't seen a film where someone does the little things that pinpointed the Deaf/hearing interaction tendencies. It was nice to see ASL/spoken English transcend with each other in the household. At least we did not have to deal with cued speech or cochlear implants, really.

I thought Ty did a great job of acting as Thad Stone. I still find it hard to believe that he TRUE BIZ acted as a gay character. I know he told me that he does not see any problem with it at all -- I certainly understand that but it is still amusing to know that a fella that I knew from college days acted as one. That is his job as an actor. And damn, he's enjoying himself as much as can be. I would be if I was in his shoes.

The Family Stone is drama-comedy film that will delight your hearts, even in the end.

Good job, Ty!

Cheers,

R-

Me & Virginia

Yesterday in the afternoon, I failed to drag my parents to the Robins Center for a game of Collegiate Women's Basketball between Richmond Spiders and Virginia Cavaliers. That is alright, at least, I get to go by myself.

The last time I saw the Cavaliers in action was when I was in New York. They defeated Long Island 76-59 but it was such a sloppy game. At that time, they had players like Brandi Teamer and LaTonya Blue.

This time, the Cavaliers does not have Brandi Teamer and LaTonya Blue at all. What a difference! The quickness of Cavaliers' perimeter defenders were astonishing. Sharnee Zoll is so quick with ballhandling skills. In fact, Virginia roared to a 16-2 lead with 15 and half minutes left to go in the first half.

But again, the Cavaliers has only one senior. In fact, 8 out of 12 players are either Freshmen or Sophomores. After taking a 14-point lead, they squandered the lead to 4. The team regrouped to expand the lead to 10 at the half, 31-21.

In the second half, I enjoyed watching Lyndra Littles crashing the boards and taking baskets for her own. Suffice to say, Virginia Cavaliers routed Richmond Spiders, 66-45 to improve the season at 6-1.

After the game, I get to meet Tanzania Williams, the sister of Tamika Williams, a former player at Connecticut. It was good to see Coach Debbie Ryan once again. Then I finally got to meet the dynamic Sharnee Zoll and Lyndra Littles. Talked a little -- Did not realize that Sharnee Zoll has gorgeous eyes. Lyndra Littles was easy for me to lipread and follow what she has to say. Needless to say, there were pictures taken. It shall be posted one way or other.

Go Cavaliers!

Cheers,

R-

Just Because One Is Gay, He Is Out!

Thanks to DowntownLad for making me resent the American soldiers more than ever.

This guy, Kyle Lawson, is being driven out of the United States Army in Sierra Vista, Arizona.

Sierra Vista is hometown of Brad Dale, the current President of Gallaudet's Rainbow Society of Gallaudet University. Sierra Vista is roughly 75 miles southwest of Tucson and about 185 miles southwest of Phoenix, Arizona.

I do not see any of my friends in Phoenix and Tucson object to this harassment of Kyle Lawson!

Veronica Kozlowski? Chlms? Philip Mecham? Do make a call to that fucking place to show your displeasure of your fucking country, willja?

R-

Say No to Fernie!

I have created a petition as a way to get the message to the Board of Trustees at Gallaudet University because the rumors persisted that Dr. Jane K. Fernandes was expected to be the next President of Gallaudet University.

By itself, it does more harm than good to the welfare of Gallaudet Community. Dr. Fernandes has not set up a good relationship with faculty, staff, students and alumni. She created a lot of bitter resentments amongst the groups at Gallaudet. I heard the stories about how she has done to students, parents and staff at Hawai'i and in DC.

And in the last few years, Dr. Fernandes has done almost nothing but treat the student body with contempt. She and Paul Kelly has done nothing to improve the Department of Public Safety's communication access. It is well known amongst the faculty and staff that Dr. Fernandes is the puppet of Dr. Jordan's team of "Yes-sayers".

I acknowledge the changes that Dr. Jordan has done for the University, it is time for a fresh start. A fresh perspective to energize the Deaf Community and usher Gallaudet University into a new era.

How can you help this out? By signing the petition online to let the Board of Trustees that Dr. Jane K. Fernandes is not the right candidate for Gallaudet University!

Here is the link and be sure to spread the word around the world since Gallaudet affects practically everyone who is Deaf, deaf and hard of hearing!

Cheers,

R-

And There Is Another One

I never liked the Holidays. The Holidays seemed to be the favorite period for the Grim Reaper to target the loved ones of others. There are too many for me to mention of people I knew that died between November to January.

I just learned that Mary Kiser has died of Alzheimers yesterday morning in Staunton. She was 89 years old. She had a simple life, really. She can be bashful when she snickered so loudly. She and her husband, Ralph Kiser, has been together for 62 years.

Why am I talking about her? When I was a student at VSDB, Mary Kiser often visited Bettie Creasy at the dormitory during the evening time. They would sit and chat with each other along with Kathy Hughes. At that time, not far from them, the students would do their homeworks for an hour or so. When the students are done, they can resort to do whatever they wanted for the remainder of the hour or so. Meanwhile, I tend to join Bettie, Kathy and Mary for these interesting tidbits.

Mary Kiser once told me an unbelievable story that happened to her in early 1980s. I could not believe what she said. Bettie confirmed that story and insisted that what happened is real. I turned to look at Mary as in, "Are you serious?"

She smiled out of bashfulness and said: YOU THINK I MAKE THIS STORY UP?!

Here is the tale that has not been told by many:

Once Upon A Time ... in Staunton's fabled VSDB campus, some houseparents used to reside in dormitories -- some dormitories has apartments for the houseparents who preferred to live on the campuses until they are ready to move out of the campus.

The Kisers was no different, really. They used to reside in Darden Hall for some years. During the summertime, the VSDB campus is virtually empty. Practically nobody is on the campus between June to August. Naturally, during the school year, the Kisers always locked the apartment to keep their lives private, away from the students who resided in Darden Hall as well.

But during the summertime, nobody is in the building, Mary and Ralph occasionally left the door open to catch the drifts because it can be hot in these buildings. One night, Mary had a small dog who were startled by something. It barked at something beyond the door -- something in the hallway.

Suddenly, her dog got off from the couch and ran into the hallway outside of her apartment. Mary knew that the front door of Darden Hall was unlocked. Mary then walked out of her apartment into the hallway -- suddenly, she saw a caucasian naked guy running towards her. She ran back into her apartment and slammed the door and locked it.

She was terrorized by this odd-looking guy, she said he seems to be wild -- has wild eyes. She was terrified and ran to her son's bedroom, Jim Kiser, and woke him up. Jim Kiser is hearing fellow whom I knew as Physical Education teacher at VSDB. He was such a hottie but hot-tempered guy. Easy on my eyes, though.

Mary's husband was nowhere to be found, in fact. He was at the Creasy family's place for a while. He was due to be home. At that time, the Kiser household did not have a telephone. There was a window right above the door which Jim Kiser climbed to peek at this lunatic guy who kept on slamming himself against the heavy oak door (Yes, Darden Hall has these magnificent thick Oak doors which you can slam it and it created these magnificent vibrations that shook the building!)

Jim saw this guy running amok in the hallway of Darden's first floor chasing their small dog. Jim told Mary about it. She freaked out. Jim dressed up and went to jump out of the first-floor apartment by window and ran to get some help. Yes, Mary was virtually alone, barricaded in her own apartment with this nut running amok. She was terrified.

About 15 minutes later, the cops flooded the building. They located this maniacal guy on 3rd floor hiding under the desk. The Kisers looked for the dog that hides in 2nd floor.

Mary smiled at me, "IMAGINE ME BEING ALONE! ME SCARED SILLY!" She then laughed at herself as Bettie tugged her shoulder and said, "YOU SO FUNNY!" I asked Mary about this naked guy -- who is he?

Mary smiled and said, "ME NOT SURE. COPS SAID THAT BOY ON DRUGS. HE FLIPPED OUT OR SOMETHING. BUT IMPORTANT IS ME OK! JIM OK! RALPH OK!"

Now that is very odd story to tell, is it?

Bettie Creasy died in 1990 few weeks after her husband, Olin, died of heart attack. Now I guess Mary is reunited with her close friends, after all.

Meanwhile, I still wondered whatever happened to Jim Kiser ...

Cheers,

R-

What About Facundo Montenegro?

It was reported to me today that Facundo Montenegro, MFA -- he used to be the adjunct professor at the Department of Television, Film and Photography at Gallaudet, now the whole department is shuffled into something else -- has died of Lung Cancer.

This was a certain surprise for me and it may break few's hearts like Ryan Commerson and Allison Aubrecht -- in fact, it was he who inspired them to do something about the audism that occurs at Gallaudet and beyond Gallaudet. Despite the fact that he can hear, he was the instrumental figure that pushed for the production of Audism Unveiled.

I never took classes under Facundo Montenegro. From what I knew, he was quite popular figure with his students. But yes, Facundo and I talked once in a while. In fact, there was this legendary tale that a certain fellow caused me, Helmuth Boy and Jacques Girl to score one of the most embarrassing moments in our lives.

What happened is that there was a subtitled film sponsored by Reel Affirmations at Lincoln Theater. It was sold out. Helmuth Boy was determined to get in, one way or other. We met a well-known local boy by the name of Robert Mason who led us to someone who works within the theater.

Some miscommunication occurred from that point, the guy pulled me, Jacques Girl and Helmuth Boy into the theater -- led us to the backstage, told us to wait as we watched the seats being filled up to 1,500. Among the 1,500 was Facundo Montenegro.

Suddenly, this fellow who runs the theater pushed me, Helmuth Boy and Jacques Girl onto the stage in front of 1,500 spectators to give few words about the film. I realized at that point, this fellow thought we were some kind of contributors that financed this fucking film.

I stammered. Helmuth Boy smiled and said, "HELLO! MY NAME IS MARK HELMUTH AND I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THE FILM!" to the audience without an interpreter. Then he raised his hands to wave as in applauding -- then 3,000 hands waved back at us. I stammered like Hell. Jacques Girl crept back into the backstage. Suffice to say, I nearly pissed in my pants.

Apparently this fellow who runs the theater realized that something did not transpire well, he turned the stage floor off. After the lights glared on our eyes, it was all pitch black. Needless to say, Mark fell off the stage by accident. I had to vamoose to the bathroom because I was laughing hysterically and crying so hard.

Few friends of mine, including Erin Wilkinson, was in the balcony area when they saw us on the stage and could not believe it. In fact, one of our hearing friends heard my voice via the microphone -- then he turned to see me on the stage, he was horrified and baffled to understand why I'm there onstage. I was the closest to the microphone. I stammered.

The next day, Facundo Montenegro caught me at Ely Center and said, "What the heck were you doing on the stage last night?!"

I told him all about it. He smiled like Hell.

Bon voyage, Facundo!

Cheers,

R-

P.S. Check for Jenna Bush's thingie (Not Safe at work). Bleargh.

Thoughts for the Day

Sore, Sore and Sore! Whew! I just noticed something today. The pounds that I lifted at the gym has increased tremendously in the last 4 weeks. From measly 25 lbs to 55 lbs. The trainer said that I should expect to see changes in me within 2 to 3 weeks. I can't wait! But today, my upper body is fucked up! I used to hate feeling sore. But for the first time in eons, I enjoy it. I know it will lead me to the one I wanted all along.

The Story of Brokeback Mountain: I caved in and read the story of Brokeback Mountain by Annie Proulx which was printed in The New Yorker. Thanks to DowntownLad's entry, I finally got to read it. I liked the story. It is only 17-pages long. It was kinda sad but I gotta admit that Annie Proulx wrote very well. The idea of her writing a sex scene is odd, but reading what she described -- it made me spring a boner.

Ennis ran full throttle on all roads whether fence mending or money spending, and he wanted none of it when Jack seized his left hand and brought it to his erect cock. Ennis jerked his hand away as though he'd touch fire, got to his knees, unbuckled his belt, shoved his pants down, hauled Jack onto all fours, and, with the help of the clear slick and a little spit, entered him, nothing he'd done before but no instruction manual needed. They went at it in silence except for a few sharp intakes of breath and Jack's choked "Gun's going off," then out, down, and asleep.

Whew! That was hot one.

There Was One, Now There Are Two! Remember the last entry I talked about having a blog that dedicated to disparage who I am. I just learned that there is another new blogsite called I Hate Ridor, created none other than Amy Kurz also known as Kurzetard of Tampa, Florida. This woman is psycho! I once met her at Gallaudet and always thought she was wacko. But I kept it to myself because it is polite thing to do. But after I left Gallaudet (I only knew her for a semester), she actually thought she's my best friend. She ain't.

Later, she insisted that I am her best friend despite the fact that we hadn't talked in years! I made it clear that she was never my best friend. It appears that on her blogsite, she still THINKS I'm her best friend. Kurzetard, get this through to your brain if you have one -- you ain't my best friend. You're fucking nuts. Go and fuck your mini-schnauzer dogs for all I care.

I Dare You To ...: This happened in Jacksonville, Florida. And Christopher Lemay is cute, I think.

According to Times-Dispatch: Stephen B. Johnson was inadvertently pushed out of the closet -- for years, he was openly gay only to his friends but not to professionals. That is until the newspaper exposed him. According to The Washington Blade, someone who is close with Stephen B. Johnson retaliated on him by telling the information to the newspaper. I guess it is typical of gay men to do that, eh?

Ford Backpedals! Ford Company has announced that they will not fold to the demands of American Family Association and will remain to advertise and sponsor gay-related newspapers and communities. Good.

Someone Please ... Will anyone else bomb Syrians? I mean, they bombed Lebanon too many times! What they needed is a payback.

Cheers,

R-