Got A Call Yesterday

Me: "Hello"

Computer Voice: "Please stand by while I connect you to a very important call."

Me: *sigh*

Computer Voice: "Please stand by while I connect you to a very important call."

Me (thinking): "International call, maybe? Do I know anyone internationally?"

Computer Voice: "Please stand by while I connect you to a very important call."

Me: "Gawd, maybe they found a liver for me! Oh, wait; I don't need a liver transplant. Of course after this weekend, I wouldn't be surprise if I did need a new liver."

*click* *click* *click*

Brooklyn Accent crossed with L.A. Homeboy-Guy (BACLAHG): "Heya"

Me: "…hi"

BACLAHG: "I’m calling about the latest and best 'Girls Gone Wild' video!"

Me (smiling): "I’m really not interested in watching girls go wild, I’m Gay."

BACLAHG: "That’s okay, so am I."

Me: "Really?"

BACLAHG: "Oh, yeah. You know we also have 'Guys Gone Wild.'"

Me: "Top or Bottom?"

BACLAHG: "What?"

Me: "Are you a top or a bottom?"

BACLAHG: "Top of what?"

Me: "You’re Gay?"

BACLAHG: "Totally, dude."

Me: "You’re Gay, but you don’t know what a top or a bottom is?"

BACLAHG: "Should I."

Me: "It’s not a question of should, rather it' a question of…knowing yourself, I suppose."

BACLAHG: "Oh. So, what it is it?"

Me (astonished that I' having this conversation but having fun, anyway): "A top is the guy that…," oh, what the hell, "fucks the other guy in the ass. The bottom is the guy that gets fucked in the ass."

BACLAHG: "…."

Me: "…."

BACLAHG: "I just came out, so all this homo, I mean, gay stuff is new to me."

Me: (this guy must really want me to buy those tapes): "That’s okay; it can be strange at first."

BACLAHG: "You know, we have these 'Guys Gone Wild' tapes!"

Me: "Yeah, you mentioned that before. I'm really not interested, thanks for the call, though.'"

*click*

I knew there was a reason why I never signed up on the "do not call list."

Saying 'no' too many times

'If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right.' It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: 'If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?' And whenever the answer has been 'No' for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.'

-Steve Jobs, commencement address at Stanford University

I'm tired of saying no every morning

Drive By Review: Batman Begins

Deciding to take Monday off, I figured I would go see Batman Begins with the always interesting and yummy Christian Bale as Batman. Here you go:

Now that is more like it!!

I must admit, when I heard Katie Holmes was in Batman Begins, I was a bit worried. The girl from Dawson's Creek? A show I loathed from the first scene, the first episode, and the first idiotic piece of dialogue vomited up? Ugh. Well, I was pleasantly surprised by her performance, but I am now worried that her affliction affiliation with Tom Cruise will be the ruin of her career. And, to be honest, every time Katie was in a scene, a song kept going through my head:

Tom and Katie
Sitting in a tree
S-C-I-entology

But the movie? REALLY GOOD!! Tim Burton should hang his head in shame. Seriously. Shame on you Tim Burton. Shame! Christopher Nolen knows how Batman is done, and he did it right. Christian Bale? GREAT. Perfect. I didn't want the movie to end; I wanted to continue living in this world (as long as I'm Batman, of course.)

Pride

And Pride...

Well, my "pride" celebration started on Friday night at the Underworld Party. Lots of fun with lots of men in underwear, all dancing and sweating, having fun. High hotness factor. Very high. Talked to a few cuties (all of whom lived in San Francisco! How weird is that?) Got home at about 3:30 am. Slept until around 10:00 am, got up, protein shake, oatmeal for breakfast, some TV, etc. at around 11:30 am, I went and got something to eat (burrito: The Castro Diet, FYI.) Went back home to take a nap before going off to a barbecue Jamison was having, followed by another barbecue that Ronny was having at his apartment (he's a DJ at Badlands. Please don't ask me if Badlands is bad.)

Later that night, I met up with my friend Joey for Pink Saturday on Castro Street. I met Joey, we walked around for about 30 minutes, turned to each other, decided we were bored, and we both went home (at least I went home, Joey likely got pulled into a bar.) I got home at around 9:30 pm, bed by 10:30 pm. Hey, I've lived in San Francisco for 11 years, the Castro for six. If you've seen Castro Street shut down once (or twice), you've seen enough. Time for bed.

I got up at the early hour of 7:00 am, ate breakfast, went to the gym, came home, showered, and went to the grocery store. You have no idea how nice it is to go grocery shopping in the morning in the Castro before anybody is up, it is so quiet and peaceful. After I got home, I called my friend, Irany, thinking he would be up by now after going to COLOSSUS. He was up and at a friends house getting ready to go and watch the parade. I informed him the parade had already started about 1 1/2 hours ago. He was surprised it had already started (he thought it started at noon.) I told him I would meet up with him later that night (I didn't want to go to the parade or to the festival at Civic Center.)

I took a little nap and decided to get up and take a walk around the Castro where I ran into Jamison, Andrew, Kevin, and Morgan. All were heading down to the festival, except Jamison (he wanted to go to the Apple Store to buy a new laptop case for his new PowerBook) I decided to hang out with Jamison for the afternoon rather than go into the festival with the others.

Jamison and I went to the Apple Store where he bought his case and a wireless port-thing that was on sale. Before we left the store, Jamison tried to explain how the music compression stuff works on the iPods. I don't think I got it, though. After the Apple Store, we both just kind of walked around Union Square for a bit and then walked, yes, walked back to the Castro. All in all, it was one of the more enjoyable afternoons I've had a long while. Very relaxing and non pride-crazy. Thanks for the nice afternoon, Jamison!

After saying bye to Jamison, I went home, took a nap, and then went over to Tony's place to watch some movies with him and Irany. National Treasure was awful, so I told Tony (Irany had already gone to bed) I was going to take off. I went to Detour where the very strong drinks quickly put me in a friendly mood. Met two cute boys visiting from Fresno....they left my apartment at around 2:00 am. I slept very well.

So, there you have it.

Now I must go to work tomorrow. I. DON'T. WANT. TO.

Drive By Review: Finding Neverland

When Peter Pan said to "clap if you believe in fairies," I clapped and clapped and clapped.

Ladies and Gentleman, I give you MattyMatt

I figure since I tried to stick my tongue down MattyMatt's throat while at the KRON Blogger Thing, I should, at least, link to his site.

Tears Me Apart

Did you ever just want to hug someone and tell them everyting is going to be all right?

Drive By Review: Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Deftly illustrates that for a marriage to survive, honesty, openness, and not blowing a hole in your spouse is important when being attacked by hundreds of highly trained assasins.

KRON 4: Taking the Pulse of Bay Area Bloggers...and finding...?

At about 11:30 am on Saturday (June 11), I called Chad Fox to see if he wanted to grab something to eat, I had just gotten back from the gym (after a brief break of sorts, I am officially a gym-rat, again!) Chad Fox answered his phone all out of breath and huffy puffy sounding.

Me: " What's going on?"

Chad Fox: "I'm on my way to the KRON blogger thing, I forgot to tell you about it. Hurry up and get here."

Me: "I don't think anyone would even know me, or my blog."

Chad Fox: "Doesn't matter, just come. It's at 1001 Van Ness."

Me: "Okay. I need to put on some clothes [I was currently all naked], I'll get there as soon as I can."

Chad Fox: "Good. See you there."

So I threw on some clothes hoping I would seem "blogger enough" for the grand meeting of Bar Area Bloggers (BABs), it then occured to me that I hadn't asked if there was going to be food. Whatever. I left and took MUNI down to Van Ness and then caught the bus that would take me right to the building.

As I got off the bus, which drops you off in front of the AMC 1000 Van Ness movie theater, I briefly entertained the idea of just going into to see a movie, I decided, instead, to cross the street to the KRON building so I could see what the heck this whole blogger thing was all about.

After entering the KRON building, a nice security guy ushered me to the elevator and told me to go to the 3rd floor (I guess I look like a blogger?) I arrived at the floor, signed in and picked up my "KRON4News Bay Area Bloggers Inaugural Meet-Up" t-shirt (medium - I may be a gym-rat, but I'm not huge.) Is it ironic the URL for KRON was no where to be found on the t-shirt specically made for a blogger get-together? Just asking. I immediately saw Chad Fox and gave him a hug and we started talking about why we were here. We both couldn't really figure what this little "inaugural meet-up" was all about. Fortunetly there was food provided, but the only problem was the food table consisted of cookies, chips and sandwiches with lots of mayonaise and mustard (I hate mayanaise and mustard, this hatred spills over into all condiments, BTW.) I commented to Chad Fox that I thought the food was a little "carby" for my taste. Chad Fox said something disparagingly about "you and your carbs."

After milling about for a bit, the Director of "online" something or other, herded us into a studio where we were addressed by the News Director of KRON. The New Director basically said he knew nothing abut the "blogoshere" and that he really didn't "know what it means to televsion," but that this is a way to start...something. Um, yeah. Okay.

So, essentially, this is what the "meet-up" was all about (excerpts edited for content and space.)

KRON: "Welcome. I don't know what this all means or why you are here."

Me using inner voice: "Um, okay."

KRON: " Having said that we here at KRON are clueless as to why we invited you, why don't we all go into Studio A and take a group picture."

Me using inner voice: "Um, okay."

Then there were photos taken from various cameras, Chad Fox's camera being the the camera with the most pixels (size queen.)

Then we were all thanked and told to leave the Studio, this was made clear when the lights started to dim, which, I would imagine, must be the way the News Director tells Wendy Tokuda and Pam Moore that the broadcast is over, they can stop pretending to like each other and leave the studio.

Afer leaving the studio, I felt a sense of empowerment that I was, at least, I think, I was, on the cutting edge of a new media revolution.

Viva La...blogosphere...

Um, okay

Drive By Review: Mysterious Skin

Sometimes slow. Sometimes Not
Maybe that's what's called "Character Development." Wow, movies still do that?

I always had an uncomfortable feeling about men with moustaches. Oh, wait, my dad has a moustache. Paging Dr. Freud.

Froot Loops used to be so...innocent.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt never disappoints.

Fear and The Unknown

Have you ever felt like you should do something, but don't know what it is?

I don't know what it is
But you got to do it
I don't know where to go
But you got to be there
I don't know where to fall
But I know that's it's comfortable where
I don't know where it is
Putting all of my time in learning to care
And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere
Want a locket of who made me lose
My perfunctory view of all that is around
And of all that I do
So I knock on the door, take a step that is new
Never been here before
Is there anyone else who's too
In love with beauty
Playing all of the games
And thinks three's company
Is there anyone else who has slightly mysterious bruises
I don't know what it is
Sick of looking around at friendly faces
All declaring a war on far off places
Is there anyone else who is through
With complaining about what's done unto us
So I knock on the door
And I am on a train
Going god knows where to
To get me over, to get me over
Get me heaven or hell, Calais or Dover
I was hoping the train was my big number
Taking the Santa Fe and the Atchison Topeka
But we're chugging along, Dunaway by the crossing
And could be heading for Poland or limbo or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around

I don't know what it is
To get me over

To get me over
You gotta to do it
You gotta be there