Words, Weights, Whatever

Friday, December 05, 2003

Truth is stranger....

First consentual(sp?) cannibalism. Then oldest human penis. Now organ-legging. (And, yes, I know such an idea has been around in sf/f for years. Fascinating, though, to see it in real life.) The only thing I can think would be stranger would be a couple of rich folks spending a few days on farm....

Oh! That's right. The Simple Life reality show.

Thursday, December 04, 2003

HoHoHo (Homo)?

Uh, no. I don't think so.


I hate to be the one to defy sacred myths, but I believe Santa Claus
is gay.

Consider that his annual Christmas eve journey is a massive
undertaking, requiring extensive planning, organizational skills,
pinpoint scheduling, extraordinary attention to detail, a knack for
self-promotion, and no small amount of show business flair and
pizazz! I have a tough time believing a straight man could possibly
pull it all off. Even Martha Stewart is envious.

Straight men have day jobs, so they wouldn't have time to stand at
the local shopping malls and ring a bell all day. But if you're a
gay, out-of-work Actor/Dancer/Waiter, it's the perfect gig until you
get your big break.

Ever really thought about the Rudolph story? He's gay too! "All of
the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names. They never let
poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games." Duh, as if he wanted to!
Isn't Rudolph really a metaphor for the gay child in a straight

Is it just a coincidence that fruitcake is the traditional dessert
at Christmastime? Well, now you know why. (And stop pretending you
don't like it. Deep down inside, you've always liked fruitcake.)

Not convinced? OK, with apologies to David Letetrman, here are the

10. Look at the size of the bag he packs for a one-night trip!

9. Red velvet, fur collar, black engineer boots. Think, people!

8. Physically he's a wet dream for the Girth and Mirth club and the
perfect poster model for Bear Poster Child!

7. Gay men have long been using stockings to hide their candy.

6. Preoccupied with toys, toys, TOYS!

5. Ho-Ho / Homo. A little too similar if you ask me.

4. That long over-night flight around the world taps into the
flight attendant gene.

3. Chooses graceful and beautiful reindeer as his means of
transportation, rather than a masculine animal such as horses or
oxen. (And those names he gave the reindeer: Dasher, Dancer,
Prancer, Vixen?? Get real!)

2. Yes, there is a Mrs. Claus. But, despite being married for
eons, and Santa home with her 364 nights a year, have you ever heard
anyone speak of any children? She's portrayed as fat and
contented. Can you say "fag hag"?


1. Did you ever know a straight man named Nicholas? (Oh, straight
society has tried to butch up his image by calling him St. Nick, but
we know better.)

- adapted from a posting on Laughzone.com

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

A reminder to the wonders of life

Writing romance and dealing with real life and...stuff

Thanks for letting me know, SBB!

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

The little things matter

With R., on-call and up in the (San Fernando) Valley, I felt a bit out of sorts. Thus, while hitting the housework, I called family and friends. None were home, of course.

I had already made up my mind to visit Greg and Clark at The Center Orange County. There I saw Ricky and Josie. After Ricky left, we reminisced about how our lives have changed over the past few years: how we all met, The Center, our marital statuses, volunteer work, etc. We discovered tidbits we didn't know previously: I had not known (or, more likely, had forgotten) that Greg used to chair one of the Center's major programs for several months.

It's these little things--meetings with friends, family, and people in general--that are the substance of life. And that substance is not always pleasant like tonight's trip. It's real easy to get caught up with dreams and illusions: the world is the way you want it.

But nothing stays still or is permanent. Eventually the pain is replaced by joy; the illusion of fulfillment, by lonliness. I'm getting an inkling, as I move through my life, to the purpose of this all. And what is that?


Today so far

Got the RLI stuff out this morn. I won't be able to relax, though, until everything is settled. I'll review some of the material later today/tonight and see if there's anything else I need to do.

Busy at work this morn. One client, three different (and complex) broadcasts. Don't mind: I'd rather interact with clients via e-mail instead of the phone. I'm keeping my fingers crossed it remains the same for the rest of the day (and week).

Current schedule for the rest of the day:

Workout: weights (back/chest). Or lunch. I'm still debating which one.
Housework. More dishes, clothes, and trash. Especially the latter since it's pick up day tomorrow.
Write. Because I missed yesterday. Debating if I want to start after housework or after vising Greg and Clark over at The Center. (I definitely don't want to do any writing--or anything with a computer--immediately after work. Need a break after eight hours of constant typing.)


Finished the following:

Get the RLI stuff updated and sent to accountant.
Housework. Specifically, wash/dry clothes, dishes; toss trash (but not even close to finishing them.)
Dental appointment.
Work out: cardio.

See anything about writing? No? Well, after the surprising pain from the dental visit (my fault) and the cardio (and the overcrowded coffeeshop), I gave myself a well-deserved rest after R.'s call after 1:00 A.M. this morning.

Sunday, November 30, 2003

This week's ToDo

Get the RLI stuff updated and sent to accountant.
Housework. Specifically, wash/dry clothes, dishes; toss trash; (maybe) org some books.
Workout: weights.
Dental appointment.
Work out: cardio.

Return to work.
Workout: weights.
Visit friends. (Don't forget Greg's surprise....)

Workout: weights.

Workout: weights.
Workout: cardio.

Workout: weights.



*R.'s on-call all week.


Saw the movie, Lost in Translation. We enjoyed it.

Short entry....

Lots to tell but little time. Let's see...Thanksgiving at in-laws...looking at HDTVs...eating out...readings...LOTS of sleeping...coffeeshop...surfing the Internet...watching DVDs.

And did you notice any writing in there? No?

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