damn that Mikey…
i have to send a curse out to a blog reader and friend of mine. Mikey’s post today had a link to a brilliant web site that has captured my attentions for the last HOUR. Damn you man! Damn You!
but since he’s super hot and always interesting, I’ve added him to my links list. Hey Mikey, I’ve been meaning to do this for over a week now, but I’m lazy!
August 30, 2004
full of questions
i had to turn off the tv. I was watching the RNC telecast on C-SPAN tonight and was utterly disgusted by the political use of the World Trade Center disaster. Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t “the shrub” say again and again that he would not utilize the events of that day for political purposes???
* What does an event that took place 3 years ago have to do with the next 4 years?
Senator McCain made close to a dozen references to it, then there were widows on stage talking about the sacrifices of their husbands and the police and the fire departments. Are these the same fire departments that are struggling under record budget cuts? The same police departments that cannot equip their officers?
They’re talking about the soldiers that are giving their lives for this war. These soldiers are important enough to be politicized at the GOP convention, but not important enough for their Commander in Chief to attend a single funeral of the almost 1000 fallen soldiers? The soldiers that will return wounded and sick that will enter into a Veterans Affairs system whose budget has been cut so extensively, that waiting times for a simple office visit can stretch 6 months to a year. The same soldiers that have been given pay cuts and whose families are living at or below the poverty level because of these pay cuts.
How can we be proud with a record like that?
I have more questions…
* How do you wage war on a noun? (terrorism, drugs, poverty, etc)
* Wasn’t it the United States, specifically the Republican leaders of the United States that put Saddam Hussein into power?
* Wasn’t it the United States, specifically the shrub’s father that gave Osama Bin Laden the money to start his little network?
* Wasn’t it the United States, specifically the shrub’s father that backed the Taliban when they overthrew the Afghanistan government?
* Where is Osama Bin Laden and why has he stopped becoming a focus of our troops efforts?
* How can Bush justify this comment, “I don’t know where he is. I have no idea and I really don’t care. It’s not that important. ” (President Bush, press conference, 3/13/02) , when this was his reason for attacking in the first place? “I want justice. And there’s an old poster out West, I recall, that says, ‘Wanted: Dead or Alive.’” (President Bush, on Osama Bin Laden, 09/17/01)
How arrogant of this current administration! How arrogant indeed?
missing friends
have you ever had a friend go missing on you?
well let me clarify… an ex-friend go missing? My one time “New Best Friend(tm)”, lets call him Joe, because well, that’s his name, has gone missing. I’ve sent e-mails, well, AN e-mail trying to find out what happened to him. Do you think I’ve had a response? “NO” would be the box to check.
A little history perhaps??
Joe moved to Chicago a little over a year ago and when we met, it was instant fun. He sorta “got” me. We did almost everything together. It was a grand time at the leather bars, but there was a darker sinister undercurrent that my naive and innocent self did not comprehend at the time. I was being judged and used. Joe would revel in learning all of my emotional secrets and get giddy with all the ensuing drama of my life. When the tables were turned and I attempted wiggling into a more intimate position in his life (not sexually), the doors were slammed shut and nary a peep would be heard.
There was the inevitable falling out and we fell into parallel patterns of the traditional “nod of acknowledgement” at various events and locales.
At about this time, I went thru my semi-annual “purge’ event where the trappings of my closet simply must be whittled down to the bare essentials. You would assume with a lifestyle like mine, that my semi-annual event would be written about in the papers and the papparazzi would descend upon my locale, hoping to snap a picture of my good friends Hot Toddy, or Kristin Scott Thomas. Not this time. This was a quietly held affair in an off season.
underneath that damn Harry Winston necklace that my good friend J Lo hasn’t returned yet, I found the pair of leather pants that Joe had lent me for a night out at the Cell Block. This is all pre-”my Man” days, so I was still being a little slutty. No longer being friends with Joe, I sent an e-mail requesting directions as to how he wished me to dispose of his pants. There was no response. I waited a few weeks. Still receiving no word, I sent another e-mail request for instructions only to be responded with an error message that the e-mail address in question no longer existed.
hmmmmm. Now what shall I do with these pants?
And J Lo, you should be ashamed. I shouldn’t have heard about your wedding from the press! You know how that makes me feel? Come get your damned jewels outta my closet or they’re going to Howard Brown with the pants!
August 26, 2004
sleepless in Chicago
I couldn’t sleep last night. Stella started barking when the upstairs neighbors came home at midnight and wouldn’t stop. It took me five minutes to get her calmed down. Stella never barks, so this is a major event. Once she was calmed down and curled up on her half of the bed (and a little bit on my half), the real fun began.
The upstairs neighbors stomping around, dropping shoes, moving furniture, etc. kept me up till about 1:30am. Eventually, I grabbed my pillow and blanket and slept on the couch. I pretended that I’d just had a huge fight with my man and was storming off to the couch.
I woke up with a stiff back and a sore neck.
I’m off to an appointment today. I think I need a diet coke.
August 25, 2004
please make an appointment to call…
just a few moments ago, my telephone rang with an impromptu telephone call from my blogging muse’s boyfriend. Yes, Jay, Sardonic Bomb’s Scott’s boyfriend called me to say “Hello”
i promptly called him a stalker and hung up the phone.
in other news… as i was speaking with my man (new name to be determined), we were saying our good byes and he uttered, “Love you later”. What does that mean? Did he just mix “Love You” with “Talk to you later”?
Or do I need to be on the lookout for some strange kind of “Love” a little later in the day, or the week, or the month?
i’d like to make an order for delivery please…
my beloved roommate has a few curious habits. Typical of most roommates, one is clean and the other is, well, lets say, more than anal-retentive. Being the only gay male in the apartment, that latter usually falls onto my shoulders.
The girl has a habit of taking our plastic food storage containers to work with her lunch contained neatly inside. Once there, the black hole of her curious habits engulf them, never to be seen in their complete form again. Perhaps a lid will return, or the container itself, but never, or at least rarely, the complete set consisting of both container AND lid.
A few weeks ago, upon entering my apartment, there were menu’s jammed into the door advertising a chinese restaurant i’d never tried before. Being an adventurous sort, I gave them a ring for dinner that night. The food was at best acceptable (the girl says there is too much sauce and I’d have to agree). The truly remarkable thing about this eatery is the plastic containers the food arrives in.
chinese takeout 
I’ve recently realized that the only reason I’m still ordering from them is because I love the containers. Bad Chinese food + Good Containers = keeping my business.
This restaurant has saved my relationship with girl.
in other news…
Triple B has redeemed himself and been returned to Double D status. But I’ve realized that I don’t like that nickname, so I’ll be thinking up a new one. He deserves something special don’t ya think? He’s made it past the 3 month point… almost.
August 24, 2004
we now return to our regularly scheduled program…
I’m back and though I cannot say I am well rested after my day off yesterday, I can tell you that I’m rejuvenated. I spent the majority of the day painting my living room, and my entertainment center. Once I hang the pictures tonight, it’ll be complete.
I have to say, I think I have a knack for this sort of thing. Picking out colors with triple B (formerly Double D) was fun on Sunday and thinking up new ways to make the tacky Ikea furniture presentable boosts my morale.
So I’m back to work today, hoping that my day out of my head and off my ass will do wonders for me.
We shall see.
note to Scott… I can’t take Monday off, but I can schedule a day from home if you want to grab lunch.
August 23, 2004
We are experiencing technical difficulties
Just a short note to advise that the Brat has taken a day off. I’ll be in the house most of the day painting. I got the cutest color for the living room. Its purge and merge time in the brat household.
Have a great Monday everyone while I have a mental breakdown day. Finger paints…. ooooooooooh!