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TGIF III

Happy Friday all.

My week is winding down. I still have to work tomorrow but no meetings, no overtime, just my normal shift. Work has pretty much consumed my life for the last two weeks. It’s all w/reason so I’m not bitching. I’m just looking forward to my weekend.

Thanks to all who added their RSS feeds in the previous post. I’m still deciding on which feed reader to use for my PDA.

On a side note, I was having a conversation w/a buddy who was going on and on about his ex boyfriends character flaws. Funny, as my friend is a mess himself. I asked him what he thought his character flaws were and he couldn’t tell me.

What do you think your worst character flaw is? I think a big one for me is procrastination.

A Real Pisser

Apparently, I’m always pissing people off.

I’m either pissing the straights off because I’m not acting gay enough. Or, I’m pissing the gays off because I’m not acting straight enough.

What up w/that? (Someone call Oprah, we’ll have a special!)

Ooops

Remind me not to use dirty terms on the blog. The sp@m engines have been having a field day. Too bad, I’m well protected by WordPress. hehehe.

I got an email from some chick in Bulgaria claiming to have stumbled over my blog while looking for big weenies. Then I see brettcajun and n2d33p had similar occurrences. I wonder what Freud would say?

Art or Trash?

This is a new topic for me. I rarely discuss art as 1) I don’t own any 2) what most people call art, I call trash. I’m always amazed at what folks will throw together and call art. Even more of a highbrow for me is what they charge for it. As if slapping an expensive tag on it and calling it art miracuously gives it higher meaning. In a word, bullshit. But what do I know? I’m just a hick who made it out of the sticks. True, growing up as poor as I did, it is hard for me to place value on artistic expression. And when one is wondering where your next meal is coming from, art is a low priority on the list of things to ponder. I do occasionally find work that appeals to my aesthetics (proper syntax?) as well as my wallet. So it is possible. Probable? well thats to be seen.

My rant stems from my desire to have artwork in my home. I’ve often avoided the issue by saying until I buy a home, it’s really not a “home” per say. Why buy art for it? Smelling some more BS yet? Yeah, me too. My lack of art presents an annoying detail I am hoping to change. See my afore mentioned comment on pricetags and you begin to see my dilema. Oddly enough, I have no desire to sit down, create something, and call it art. A contradiction? Possibly.

If one types ‘gay art’ into a google search your first page is littered w/mostly porn. Mind you, I’ve always had a fascination for erotic anime, Tom of Finland, explicit cartoons, etc. However, said interest is not something I wish to plaster all over my walls. Nor do I want the stereotypical black and whites you see on so many…uh hum…walls d’jour.

So my quest this year is to find artistic works that appeal to both my eyes and wallet. I’ll even take pics to show’em off. You can be the judge of my success.

Thunderstorms

thunderstorm anyone?

Tomorrow the city will be all abuzz w/the tale of the big thunderstorm we are having tonight. It’s a doozy too. I just saw my first flash of lightning. I got up and opened the blinds in my bedroom.

People often look it me funny when I tell’em I love thunderstorms. And I do. It’s one of the few things about Texas I miss. The only type of rain you get in Texas is usually courtesy of a nice fat thunderhead. It sorta just boils across the sky like an angry mass of mindless energy. (And if you think about it, that’s kinda what it is.)

Thunderstorms bring back memories of my early childhood before my foster mom got sick. Before I had to watch her waste away for 2 years battling lung cancer. Before life got ugly. You couldn’t keep me out of the rain. I lost count of the the number of ‘whoopin’s’ I used to get. My mom finally gave up. And I was never once afraid of getting struck by lightning. I’d watch those great bolts flash down across the sky and stare up in amazed wonder. Even not knowing what lightning was, I was just amazed by the sheer power of it. The flash, the smell of ozone, the loud crash, and the soft, wet ever refreshing rain. Afterwards, everything felt so clean. The air was free of pollens and dust. (In Texas, everything is dusty!) It was like someone hung a big sign out saying “wash me” and god finally obliged.

I didn’t realize how much I missed thunderstorms until tonight. SF rarely gets rain in thunderstorms. Usually, our moisture comes from fog, drizzle, and the occasional light rain. I’m amazed at what they consider “coming down hard” here. To me, it’s a sprinkle.

So here I sit in my boxers, with the blinds up, a glass of red wine, and rain pouring down my windows. I can’t wait till tomorrow when everything has that “new planet smell”.

Ni’night!

Question

Ever hear someone’s voice for the first time and think it’s the sexiest most amazing voice you’ve ever heard? A voice you could listen to endlessly w/o distraction?

*I know it sounds corny but I can’t help myself*

I’m often amazed at the power of my emotions. Tonight was no exception. I know I’m being cryptic but good things come to those who wait.

And, I’m going to bed w/the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever had!

Reflection

People keep asking “how I’m doing?”

I guess w/the holidays upon us friends are worried I’m depressed over being single this year. (In case you wondering WTF? I split w/my ex of 4 years last December). My answer is simple, I’m fine. I’ve realized I don’t necessarily need someone else in my life to feel complete. I’m also not of the mindset that the holiday has to always be this picture of sappy happiness.

I am greatful, however, for my good fortunes this season. My life is more on track that it’s been in a very long time. I have goals that I’m actively pursuing. The feeling of accomplishment makes me giddy at times. So, I should wallow in self-pity because I don’t have a boyfriend?

I’ll pass, thanks.

There are many people who have no reason to be happy this year. Many more are struggling just to get food on the table. Looking at it that way really gives one a sense of perspective. If your life is in the shitter this season, it could be worse. You could have a house on your back and someone could be trying to steal your shoes.