mish mash

Well today there are several items of business.

Tomorrow is futz eve, and I am very excited. Futz eve has it's origins, for me at least, in an evening, night, morning, I spent partying with some ne'er do wells I once knew briefly. They were/are of the mind that some guy named Futz will arrive some July 3rd and save the world from itself, or some such nonsense. Basically it's a really good excuse to get drunk and dance around a campfire. Which, among other things I will not go into here, we did. So ever since, I celebrate Futz eve, whether alone or with others, it's too good a holiday to pass up. Friday I'll have a gin hangover, but I'll have several days to recover.

Second, I wanted to mention that I have a new grocery store close to my new place. New grocery store sucks! Long story short, why would there only be checkouts open for people with hundreds of dollars in groceries, and no place for the schmuck who only needs coffee filters? Of course I was directed to customer service where I could easily be taken care of. Right after the guy who needs to send money via western union!!!! AAAAHHHH!! Hunt for New New Grocery store is on.

Third, I really need to address a matter of great importance to me. I have inadvertently offended. I wrote in a post right after my birthday about Oldflame (whose identity was never even thinly veiled to him) making me birthday lunch. I have also been told by friends that I occasionally write in a shorthand as though others are supposed to get what's in my head. This shorthand, and my proclivity to be a bit, shall we say, glib, has gotten me in some measure of hot water.

I would like to take this opportunity, publicly, rather than privately since it's apparent he stops by here and currently won't speak to me(and rightfully so), to apologize to Oldflame. I was inconsiderate and I was thoughtless. I'm sorry. I truly meant to make light with my comments and they did not come off that way. I love your crock pot, and most importantly I love you. You've owned a piece of my heart since the day (in 1974)you stepped out of your mother's station wagon Pat G's party and I asked JW.."WHO is THAT?" I was lost then and I suppose I always will be, and I like it like that. So when you can find it in your heart to consider forgiving me, call. I'd like that.

Love

Two more things

(photo courtesy of towleroad.com)


I thought I'd share this with you since I can't look at it without my jaw hitting the keyboard.

And I just looked at my Freaking amazing calendar and realized it's Canada Day. Happy Canada Day my norther brethren, especially the gay ones, but all the rest of you too. (I miss cooper)

Love

I thought I'd share with the blogosphere

Today I posted my review of the apartment I just left on apartmentratings.com. I don't think they'll be very happy with me after this, what do you think:


The Projects is right!



What a pit! I just escaped yesterday. That was the single worst place I have ever lived in my entire life. The "neighbors" (I say "neighbors" because they have no idea what neighborly means) are incredibly bad. Either they're crazy or mean or both. The place has roaches, the carpets in the halls are filthy, the security doors are never secure, the "Falls" are broken and filled with green algae. The parking lot is full of holes and cracked everywhere. The apartments have filthy carpet, the laundry NEVER works, and after office hours you are locked out of the main entrance with a chain fence! You have to take side entrances to get into your own apartment. Very impressive when you have guests. It's not like they couldn't let you come in the front door and then chain off the offices, they could, they just choose to have this charming little chain wall at the front door.

The parking lot is a war zone. If people aren't working on their cars out there, they're playing car stereo's loud and partying at night until the cops come. AND THE COPS ALWAYS COME!

They've recently put up a sign advertising $399 studios. They're also building new garages. One does not build new garages for the clientele one attracts with $399 studios, so I think they're filling it up so they can sell to developers and go condo. How they'll get rid of the roaches I have no idea. Of course they'll be easier to get rid of than those tenants.

If you're on probation, parole, disability, still long for the days of living in the dorms and you're 27,are white trash, or an illegal immigrant I highly recommend The Falls. If you are sane, employed, educated, have self-esteem and an income you can do way better.

I never thought I'd find such a place in Johnson County outside of Olathe, but there it is. Sitting up on that hill, haunted by the ghosts of every trashy neighbor you ever feared you'd have. This is where they're kept. Stay away from The Falls Carole Ann!

I almost forgot! It's July 1!

And here is the freaking amazing ancient Egyptian popup calendar for this month.

It's cool once again. Reminds me of a Martin Ramirez painting. Next year I think I'll have to actually buy one of these things, since I can't count on winning one again.

The Prodigal returneth

I’ve been neglectful these past few days, but it was moving weekend. Thank God that’s over. Well, not entirely, now I have to unpack. Which means I get to find all that stuff I have been looking for since Friday.

It’s been an eventful few days, I have a new apt, new glasses, a haircut, a new tv (don’t get me started) new patio furniture, new window tinting, new artwork, and of course new debt as a result of most of that. But what the fuck.

I carried a lot of stuff up the stairs into the new place this weekend, the movers did most of it, but still there was artwork, cd’s and dvd’s, electronics, clothes. Stuff I just knew it was smarter to move myself. There are 16 stairs from the ground to my apt. For all my bike riding, my calves were still unprepared.

But I’m in! It’s so nice to live among people again! People who don’t bother you, people who keep to themselves and don’t feel they have to talk when they see you, people who aren’t crazy. I’ve actually slept three whole nights through in my own bed. I hardly know how to act with actual rest. This coming three day weekend I plan to get three more days.

I’m still catching up with my favorite blogs, but Bigg went camping (I can’t imagine) Prince got some penis gummy bears, and Richard is still raving (God bless him)

I appropriated the picture off towleroad.com. I may just have to go to Mexico City next pride season.

I need to play catch up big-time this week so have a good one.

Love

We made it! Hot Guy Friday!

Eion Bailey is one of those overlooked guys who're really hot in my estimation.

I love a variety of men, and one of my favorite things is a man with a hairy chest. I was very disappointed recently to see Mark Valley waxed into a stupor.

Studies have shown that productivity drops Friday morning by about 20%, and by yet another 20% on Friday afternoon. I fervently hope I am able to live up to the standards set by those rigorous studies today. I need to conserve my energy for moving all this shit someone brought in my apartment.

Having indulged our prurient interests first thing I hope we can all just sit down and take it easy today. The weather is shaping up nicely and I think I can get moved without perishing from the heat of the last few days.

I have to go ogle Eion some more. Have a great weekend.

Love

Those damn Catholics!

I wanted to post about this, but I didn't want to besmirch Hot Guy Friday so I have to do this now.

I found this on AP a little bit ago.-

-After years of speculation that Pope Benedict wears shoes by Prada, the Vatican's official newspaper denied such talk as "frivolous."


Esquire magazine last year named the 81-year-old pontiff "accessorizer of the year" for his red leather loafers that fashionistas had said were probably made by the Italian fashion house.

While the Vatican had never confirmed or denied if the shoes were Prada, continued chatter about the pope's dress sense led the Vatican daily Osservatore Romano to print a condemnation of media stories it said trivialized the head of the church.

Esquire's inclusion of the pope on its best-dressed men list was, it said, "of a frivolity that is very characteristic of an era that tends to trivialize and does not understand."

The article explained that the pope's shoes, like his range of flamboyant hats, are nothing to do with vanity but all to do with tradition. "The pope, in summary, does not wear Prada, but Christ," it said.

The article did not say who did make the shoes.

Benedict's choice of garments has often been striking. On recent drives through St. Peter's Square he shaded himself from the fierce June sun under a wide-rimmed bright red hat known as a "Saturn" after the planet with the rings.

Around Christmas 2005 he delighted pilgrims by appearing in a red velvet cap trimmed with white fur which, together with a scarlet cape, gave him the look of Santa Claus.

The Osservatore noted that both hats, far from being fashion items, are in fact traditional papal accessories that have been worn at various points in history by previous popes.-

I can't help but notice that those wily Catholics manage to make their point but stil omit a small detail, like WHO DOES MAKE THOSE SHOES YOU KIDFUCKERS!!! (thanks KG)

A sin of omission is no less a sin boys.

See, they never did get it. Rather they got it a little too well and were able to work it to their advantage.

Catholics, they don't say the darndest things.

"The Pope does not wear Prada, but Christ"....Christ!