Gym Tips II

So here is one more small tip I have for the gym novices out there. Ok, well not even for novices. This is for anyone who goes to the gym.

Puh-lease! for the love of toast, spare the cologne when you are planning on working out. If you wanna do your fellow gym bunnies a favor, invest in a strong acting, light smelling anti-persperant and forgo the cologne.

Picture courtesy of Steamworks Online
*no this isn’t him but I thought it was a nice pic*

Today, I’m working out and this rather attractive fellow comes up next to me and starts his Jane Fonda routine. Meaning he was working AT working out, not really making a real effort. I normally could care less but every time he lifted his arms I got a blast of his overpowering cologne. I kept my tongue as I was almost done anyway. Afterwards, I couldn’t wait to blog about it. If you are that worried about stink, take a freaking shower before you work out.

Hack This

Lately, I’ve become sort of a computer guru for my co-workers. A lot of the women I work with use computers to work all day long. That said, most of them have little if any real computer skills beyond typing. It has become common knowledge that I’m good w/’fixing’ computers so I’m developing quite the side job.

I feel almost guilty taking money as most of the problems are just viral, spyware, and poor software maintenance. Which in themselves are usually easy to remove w/a couple of good programs. (Not always but usually). And while it may be an easy thing to do it can be very time consuming. And lets face it, not many people are willing to spend the time it takes cleaning out an infested computer. Especially, when their computer skills aren’t that great to start off with. I was telling another buddy at work this and he said I should charge more. I probably should. I mean I am spending my own time fixing their screw ups.

I’ve always had an affinity for gadgets and computers. It just comes easy for me. I’ve thought about getting into the IT field but there are already so many out of work IT people here it is not funny. (flashback a few years ago, the dot com bubble burst and all of these flashy companies went bust) A few years have passed and a huge chunk of the unemployed geeks have left for greener, less flashy pastures. So now I’m thinking I might get back into it. Of ocurse, w/no actual official certification titles that is gonna be a hard row to hoe. Getting a job w/the city isn’t very likely. My current dept. is one of the few city departments still allowed to bring on new hires. I’d rather leave city employment anyway. The benefits are good but the bureaucractic headaches just aren’t worth it.

For now, I’m content w/my little side job. I get cold hard cash and practice.

Blog Problems

I just discovered my blog had some sort of error. I posted the previous post on Saturday. Somehow, it got changed to December 31st 1969. After several attempts to change it back w/no luck I just deleted it and reposted.

Him’s, Her’s and What’s its!

I just got off the phone w/Bobby. It reminded me of something I’ve been noticing lately. Before I get ahead of myself, I’ve known Bobby for almost 12 years now. We met when I was still in my early 20’s and still very much in the flux of discovering who I was as a gay male. Bobby actually moved to Cali several years before me. So now back to the topic. I’ve noticed that when Bobby and I talk or hang out, I unconsciously revert to what I refer to is ‘gurl talk’. Meaning I switch my him’s to her’s and my dude to missy. And not because Bobby is fem or nelly. If anything he is just the opposite. However, he does the same thing w/me.

I think I’m not being very clear. I’m referring to mental associations that we develop w/people throughout our lives. I use Bobby only because he his a longtime friend who lives here and we see each other often enough for me to take notice. In my early 20’s, I used my gayness as an escape from all the pains of my past (links from old blogger profile). You could say I came out w/a vengeance. I burst onto the gay scene and while I was not overly nelly by nature, I learned put on all the mannerisms of the stereotype like one would put on a shirt. It was like my battle armor in a sense. Well, after years of wearing it, it sorta begin to fit like skin. A few years later, it dawned on me I didn’t need to be the flaming queen of the universe to be gay. With the dawning of reason, I promptly dismantled this shell I’d built myself.

So these days, I find that anytime I interact w/friends that I met during that era of my life, I unconsciously fall back into my old mannerisms. And the habit only surfaces it w/old friends. I don’t really have the scientific answer but I just find it amusing how it works out.

Critical Mess

For my readers who aren’t local, critical mass or critical mess as we call it, is a monthly gathering of cyclists from all over the bay area to ride the streets of SF. It is held the last Friday of every month and varies from 1 to 5 thousand cyclists. The event started some years ago over problems w/vehicle/cyclist roadrage incidents. Or more correctly, it started over the refusal of motorists to share the roadways of SF w/cyclists.

I am a regular cyclist and am a firm believer in the original ideal. However, the event itself has turned into a chaotic disgusting excuse for hoodlums and radicals to wreck havoc on anyone in a gas-powered vehicle. And the calls run the gambit from simple harrassment to all out assaults on any readily available person in a vehicle.

My question is, what purpose does this serve? Vehicles aren’t going away. And this attitude certainly doesn’t foster any sort of cohabitation of the roadway. I mean clogging up traffic is fine in my opinion but attacking people’s vehicles just because? Standing in front of an ambulance trying to get to someone in need? Come on, that’s childish at best. I’ve heard the argument that “they [motorists] deserve it for all the years cyclists had to be leary of cars.” Well last time I checked, two wrongs don’t make a right. Instead of protesting peacefully and making a powerful point, you get a bunch of juvenile wanna-be’s acting out like petulant children. Grow up already.

Another Body For The Grinder

My trainee got released today. She has been doing exceptionally well this week. She had several good emergencies and handled all w/only minor assists from me. Wahoo!

Of course, the bad news is my extra hour of overtime everyday stops. Not a bad trade off.

The Slut Returns

I had an “online hookup” the other day. I’m sure you could care less it’s just that I so rarely do it anymore due to all the games, flakes, and lies you have to put up w/in the process. I’ll never understand why fags need to lie about themselves online. It’s not like I won’t discover the truth when they show up. Duh! It must work because most of’em keep right on doing it. I, on the other hand, have no problem slamming the door in their face. Anyway, I’m digressing.

I was feeling the ‘need’, logged onto Manhunt in the vain hope of finding someone I’d already done the deed with. No luck. Then, right before I log off, I got a message from a guy I’d played message tag w/a few times. I asked if he was free, he said yes, and showed up promptly 30 minutes later. For a change he was better looking than his pics. We had a good time and he was everything he said he was. See! It is just like ordering pizza but only tastier.

Back to reality, I guess I got lucky. So the ‘need’ is satiated for the moment, back to Tivo!

Lunch Blog

I just had lunch w/roblog.

The more I get to know Rob the more I like him. Handsome, kind, compassionate, hard-working, considerate… need I go on? Fuad is indeed a lucky man. (Fuad is is equally handsome husband). So we met at Chow and had a good lunch just gabbing and catching up. While there, Fuad actually came in w/his lunch buddy. (I gathered Chow was his favorite hangout)

Not much else to report at the moment. I’m off to work. Tonight is the finals for the BCC so I’m sure I’m headed to that afterwork w/Tim and Mostovic.

Stupid Is As Stupid Does

*I’m only posting this after being coerced by kristaki*

I locked myself out of my apartment the other night. I had a doc’s appointment that ran late. In all the rush getting home, I ran out without my keys. I didn’t even notice until I got home and tried to get in. Luckily enough, I live in a high rise building w/24 hour security. (Well they are more like door stops w/hair but thats another story). So anyway, Joe Schmoe graciously offers to let me in for the customary $50.00 fee. *trying to remember my karma here I kept my mouth shut*

Well, things never seem to go simple for me so this night was no exception. We get into the office and discover they’ve installed a new lockbox system. Joe Schmoe has no idea how to work it so I end up fiddling w/it till I figure it out. We finally get the key and head on up. *dramatic pause………* The key doesn’t work. On the way down, we discover Joe locked HIS keys in the office and has in effect locked himself out as well. Numerous phone calls later w/no results, I end up picking the lock myself w/a key set and a plastic bank card. Course, goofus had to wait till the next morning to get back into the office.