Monday, October 31, 2005

Drive By Review: The WB's Supernatural

Jared Padalecki makes this a good show.

Jared Padelecki running through a scary forest with his shirt off would make this show great.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Drive By Review: Batman Begins DVD

Helooo? Audio Commentary? Where are you?

Friday, October 14, 2005

Nanananananananananananana...BATMAN!

Oooh, I'm all moist with anticipation! I am SO excited!!!

From Amazon:

"We thought you'd like to know that we shipped your items today, and that
this completes your order.

The following items were included in this shipment:
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1 Batman Begins (Deluxe Edition $15.98 1 $15.98"

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

I Know What I Want

Wanted: Boyfriend

Preferably someone that is taking classes in massage therapy, because, to be honest, what I really want is a massage. For the right student of massage therapy, I will gladly let you practice your massage technique on me. As often as you need to.

If interested, please email me. Please include picture of yourself (include hands if you can), and where you are taking classes in massage therapy.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Ridiculous

This past Saturday night Chad and cutie Michael came by my apartment around 11:00 pm or so to say hi. Now I am usually in bed by 10 or 10:30, but this night I was in bed reading The Commitment by Dan Savage (I agree with Kyle, this is one of the best romantic comedies I've read in a long time.) While Chad, Michael and I were talking, I brought up something that Dan Savage wrote in his book that I wholeheartedly agree with. Dan wrote that he finds same sex ballroom dancing ridiculous, reading that was like a breath of fresh air to me. I remember watching some video clip of two men competing in the Ballroom Dancing portion of the Gay Games and as I watched, I couldn't help thinking how silly these two men look in their tuxes spinning around the floor. Now before you label me with the "internalized homophobia", let me just say this: phhhhht!
Well, this got me to thinking of other aspects I the "gay community" I find ridiculous, and for my tens of reader, I list them:

Same sex ballroom dancing

Same sex ice skating

Gay men's choruses. Overly shallacked men with "jazz hands" is just silly. Please, keep the jazz hands and choruses in high school.

Worship of over the rainbow drugged-out divas

Divas

Bandwagon Gay Activists. I refer to the activists that will protest anything regardless of the merits of whatever they are protesting. If there is a protest, you can count on these guys/gals to show up. These are generally the ones that don't really have a grasp of reality and live in a world of "dandelions floating in the sky and a hug will solve all the world's problems". I am thinking of one curly black haired activist here in SF in particular.

The idea that there is a Gay Community that holds the same opinions as everyone else that is gay. Wake up people, we all have differing opinions! (see Log Cabin Republicans)

Okay, to be fair and balanced, I will list what I like about the (for lack of a better descriptor) "gay community"

Cute boys wearing sleeveless shirts

...um...

...oh...did I mention cute boys in sleeve...oh, I did...okay.

Oh, I know...cute boys...oh, damn

Okay, holding a boys hand and not worrying about being punched (this while in some "gay ghetto", of course. Do not attempt this maneuver in, say, Alabama.)

That's all for now. Byebye!

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

The Shackles Of Corporate America

I missed the gym yesterday because of allergies (allergies only happen once or twice a year around this time), and I might miss the gym today beause of a work related get together I feel I should attend in order to let people know I am a team player (my current boss really notices when people do not attend these functions). By going to this little work thing, I hope to butter up the proper people so I get a promotion down the line.

When did I become an adult? And when did I become such a poseur?