Went with Jenny to The Iguana Restaurant -- there I get to socialize with CMK, CK, Regan and the visitor in Frazier. CMK organized the last-minute gathering which was very nice. Had several coldaches after drinking frozen Marguaritas (I can't spell the worth shit on that term!), ouch.
After that, I parted from them and headed out to The Cock. I like Mondays at The Cock Bar. I guess it is my comfort zone on Mondays.
I bumped into one very attractive guy whom I will not identify his name for the time being because I really think he's worth the energy to get to know more. Gee, thanks to Corey, I was bit out of it last night. There were not many cute guys there except for that one whom I met. We had four things that kinda ... pushed us in the same direction -- which is very odd or coincidence. But I'm not betting high hopes on this, mainly because it is not good to have high hopes.
Saw a certain person and asked him about the next "Triple XXX" Party -- he smiled and said, "I'll need some help, you want to pitch out the next time around? But not very soon because we have to lay low -- the cops are on us these days."
Uh-oh.
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Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Monday, April 11, 2005
Billy Will Kill Me But His Kids Will Love This
I was cleaning my wallet while watching the SuperVolcano on Discovery Channel today and I found a laminated picture of my nephew and niece by Junior, my older brother. The ones in my wallet are the latest pictures of my ever-growing nephew and niece, but the one I am posting up is an old picture of two years, I believe. Jordon is now 8 1/2 years old, I believe.
I know Junior will lecture me with blistering tone while Tanya rants with some crazy notions that someone is going after her kids when I posted up the old picture of Jordon with Becca on my blog
Jordon is not his first name. So is Becca. I'm quite protective of my nephews and nieces. I have four. Zach, Becca, Jordon and Yamka. I love 'em dearly -- so when I saw the pictures, I smiled and sighed a little.
I am protective of them, but again, I do not like children. One time, Jordon wanted a hug and a kiss from me when he was 3 or 4, I shrugged mainly because I do not feel comfortable being around with kids. Junior pointed his finger at me and said, "Give him that!" I was bit startled and started to snicker a little.
Looking back at that, Junior is right -- in order to make his children sensitive and care for others, one has to share the affection in return. It was bit unusual for me to handle it since I rarely deal with kids. I always made fun of children from distance but when one says, "Hey, RT, hold this!", I simply freak out and held their foot in the air and say, "What do I do next?" If the kids were getting on my nerves, I'd mutter to my Mom, "Can you throw them in the trash can?!"
But hey, Jordon, don't worry, I'll always make these insane comments but I'll never throw you in the trash can or anything like that. After all, you guys are mine. Permanently.
Jordon and Becca
Oh, yeah, much to the chagrin of some readers who feared that I'd wage the genocide on all hearing persons -- Jordon, Becca, Yamka and Zach are all hearing. I will move the worlds to ensure that they will not be treated badly as many did to me.
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I know Junior will lecture me with blistering tone while Tanya rants with some crazy notions that someone is going after her kids when I posted up the old picture of Jordon with Becca on my blog
Jordon is not his first name. So is Becca. I'm quite protective of my nephews and nieces. I have four. Zach, Becca, Jordon and Yamka. I love 'em dearly -- so when I saw the pictures, I smiled and sighed a little.
I am protective of them, but again, I do not like children. One time, Jordon wanted a hug and a kiss from me when he was 3 or 4, I shrugged mainly because I do not feel comfortable being around with kids. Junior pointed his finger at me and said, "Give him that!" I was bit startled and started to snicker a little.
Looking back at that, Junior is right -- in order to make his children sensitive and care for others, one has to share the affection in return. It was bit unusual for me to handle it since I rarely deal with kids. I always made fun of children from distance but when one says, "Hey, RT, hold this!", I simply freak out and held their foot in the air and say, "What do I do next?" If the kids were getting on my nerves, I'd mutter to my Mom, "Can you throw them in the trash can?!"
But hey, Jordon, don't worry, I'll always make these insane comments but I'll never throw you in the trash can or anything like that. After all, you guys are mine. Permanently.
Oh, yeah, much to the chagrin of some readers who feared that I'd wage the genocide on all hearing persons -- Jordon, Becca, Yamka and Zach are all hearing. I will move the worlds to ensure that they will not be treated badly as many did to me.
R-
Kyle & Breyer
I love Greg Fox's Kyle Bed & Breakfast comic strip. I occasionally got in touch with Greg and talked about the character I always felt for -- Kyle. Kyle is a sweet guy who operated the bed & breakfast inn in Long Island (a dream of mine to build one in Pennsylvania) -- I was enamored that Kyle finally found his match in Breyer.
This happened right after Kyle told Breyer that his dick size does not matter (apparently, before that, people looked at Breyer as a big guy and expected a big dick -- Breyer avoided Kyle for a while after dating him, but Kyle finally caught Breyer and learned of this problem) -- and Breyer was thrilled when Kyle said his dick size does not matter at all. I told Greg Fox that this particular panel is my favorite because it is easy to love Kyle -- enjoy!
Thanks, Greg, for entertaining me with your imagination.
R-
This happened right after Kyle told Breyer that his dick size does not matter (apparently, before that, people looked at Breyer as a big guy and expected a big dick -- Breyer avoided Kyle for a while after dating him, but Kyle finally caught Breyer and learned of this problem) -- and Breyer was thrilled when Kyle said his dick size does not matter at all. I told Greg Fox that this particular panel is my favorite because it is easy to love Kyle -- enjoy!
Thanks, Greg, for entertaining me with your imagination.
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Sunday, April 10, 2005
A Quick Comment about SuperVolcano
Was amused when Dr. Richard Lieberman showed the computer graphics to the Director of FEMA about how big the Yellowstone could erupt -- it included Virginia.
Happy, WildStarrySkies?
It mentioned that the volcanic ash is not just any ash. It mentioned that if you inhale the volcanic ash into your lungs, it can liquidify into the cement and essentially drown you in the process. Not a pretty sight.
Not only that, these volcanic ash could get in the electricity system and crash our access to blogs (!), internet (!), TV (!) and probably radio (who cares?). Har har.
At least, there is no sight that Jesus Christ will intervene. Sorry, could NOT resist this.
Update: The SuperVolcano on Discovery Channel was great. It was informative and entertaining. It also mentioned that if the Yellowstone exploded with the full brunt of its power, it will bury 80 percent of the United States, making 20% virtually uninhabitable including Salt Lake City and Boise. It also mentioned that it is high likely that the government of Mexico would turn its back on the United States by closing the border as well, doomed us to our own blighting.
Not only that, if the full brunt of Yellowstone erupted, it will happen with more than 5 vents -- which means there will be FIVE volcanoes erupting in different spots in Yellowstone National Park all at the same time. If it last more than seven consecutive days, it will affect the whole globe. It will plummet the world temperature by 20 degrees (so much for Global Warming!) and send the rest of Europe into the brief Ice Age.
Rayni and Jeff, much to their chagrin, will not be able to bronze their skins for few years. Even with the equatorial circle, it will be very cool. Billions of economic losses probably will derail the United States as the global power of the world. Just like the Roman Times.
So if it does happen in my lifetime, the fact will remain the same that the majority of Republicans, X-ians and Conservatives will be taken care of with swift death -- effectively. Like it or not, they will be.
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Weekend of Thoughts
Why is that gay bloggers so obsessed with dogs? There are bloggers that devoted to talk about their best friends on the blog. I can tolerate dogs but big, hairy dogs made me allergic. Killing my eyes which is the heartbeat of my life, is not good way to be in love with these pets. I preferred the cats.
Never mind McCock's planned rebuttals on his blogsite to argue my intentions. Better that Tsunami than Yellowstone, though. But as always, you can see McCock continues to read my blogsie, like Dale does. I'm flattered. One guy told me that he is not fond of me but cannot stop reading my blogsite because he is "afraid" of what I might say the next time around. So that's why he sticks around in order to know what I plan to utter.
Tom, Perlis' cat, is staring at me right now. He's annoyed that I refused to pet him. He wanted the full attention -- I try to give it 25%, this way he will always come back and beg for more. Very cute guy.
I saw Jeff Gannon and Mike Rogers on C-SPAN yesterday morning. Damn the captions, it fizzled out when Jeff Gannon and Ann Marie Cox of Wonkette.com had some shouting matches. I'm not sure what had transpired. I asked around -- nobody wanted to share. Typical hearie pigs. Then I saw Mike Rogers shouting or berating Jeff. That was not good move on Rogers' part. Even I would not do that.
One funny moment about Jeff Gannon, he is full of himself. On his blogsite, he wrote:
That was a lie. I saw him walking out by HIMSELF on the C-SPAN. He did not walk out of the room with security. He must have some kind of imaginary friends provided by White House's Secret Service. Once a liar, always a liar, Jeff Gannon.
There is an article in Des Moines Registrar that discussed about the conspiracy theory amongst the bloggers regarding Jeff Gannon is Johnny Gosch, a kidnapped boy from Des Moines, Iowa who were indoctrinated as a part of child pedophilia organized by the CIA to target the high-profile politicians. Weird, though. But one high profile confidante of the government said that it won't be surprising to see things like that in Washington.
Tonight is Desperate Housewives and Supervolcano! Time to mellow down my irritations created by many people across the world.
I have a newspaper clipping of Virginia Women's Basketball team in '91-'92, there was a great picture of the team walking onto the court after a timeout, the first person that on the left side was Tammi Reiss, trying to tell her teammates what to do, the 2nd person standing behind Tammi was Melanee Wagener, she was cheerful and optimistic. In the center of the picture was Dawn Staley, my favorite player who tends to be very stoic on the court but incredibly talented. Behind Dawn Staley was Tonya Cardoza who patted on Dawn's back as to tell her to move along. And last, right behind Tonya was Heather Burge, who was tucking her jersey shirt into her shorts. When I get to scan the picture -- you'll see why I am like Dawn Staley at times. I am surrounded by crazies but yet, I try to maintain some kind of stoicism in my life. And I like it.
Confidential to Rico of The Netherlands: Enjoy your new gift from New York by Silas, eh? No, we did not lube it -- it is brand-new, just reserved for you. Enjoy it when you are home alone. But don't let your Momma see it. She may take it for herself.
R-
Never mind McCock's planned rebuttals on his blogsite to argue my intentions. Better that Tsunami than Yellowstone, though. But as always, you can see McCock continues to read my blogsie, like Dale does. I'm flattered. One guy told me that he is not fond of me but cannot stop reading my blogsite because he is "afraid" of what I might say the next time around. So that's why he sticks around in order to know what I plan to utter.
Tom, Perlis' cat, is staring at me right now. He's annoyed that I refused to pet him. He wanted the full attention -- I try to give it 25%, this way he will always come back and beg for more. Very cute guy.
I saw Jeff Gannon and Mike Rogers on C-SPAN yesterday morning. Damn the captions, it fizzled out when Jeff Gannon and Ann Marie Cox of Wonkette.com had some shouting matches. I'm not sure what had transpired. I asked around -- nobody wanted to share. Typical hearie pigs. Then I saw Mike Rogers shouting or berating Jeff. That was not good move on Rogers' part. Even I would not do that.
One funny moment about Jeff Gannon, he is full of himself. On his blogsite, he wrote:
Unfortunately, at the conclusion of the event, an activist created such a spectacle that I left the room immediately with security.
That was a lie. I saw him walking out by HIMSELF on the C-SPAN. He did not walk out of the room with security. He must have some kind of imaginary friends provided by White House's Secret Service. Once a liar, always a liar, Jeff Gannon.
There is an article in Des Moines Registrar that discussed about the conspiracy theory amongst the bloggers regarding Jeff Gannon is Johnny Gosch, a kidnapped boy from Des Moines, Iowa who were indoctrinated as a part of child pedophilia organized by the CIA to target the high-profile politicians. Weird, though. But one high profile confidante of the government said that it won't be surprising to see things like that in Washington.
Tonight is Desperate Housewives and Supervolcano! Time to mellow down my irritations created by many people across the world.
I have a newspaper clipping of Virginia Women's Basketball team in '91-'92, there was a great picture of the team walking onto the court after a timeout, the first person that on the left side was Tammi Reiss, trying to tell her teammates what to do, the 2nd person standing behind Tammi was Melanee Wagener, she was cheerful and optimistic. In the center of the picture was Dawn Staley, my favorite player who tends to be very stoic on the court but incredibly talented. Behind Dawn Staley was Tonya Cardoza who patted on Dawn's back as to tell her to move along. And last, right behind Tonya was Heather Burge, who was tucking her jersey shirt into her shorts. When I get to scan the picture -- you'll see why I am like Dawn Staley at times. I am surrounded by crazies but yet, I try to maintain some kind of stoicism in my life. And I like it.
Confidential to Rico of The Netherlands: Enjoy your new gift from New York by Silas, eh? No, we did not lube it -- it is brand-new, just reserved for you. Enjoy it when you are home alone. But don't let your Momma see it. She may take it for herself.
R-
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