Today

Do you ever feel like you're living a song? I mean really, song titles come through my brain at a fevered pace lately to explain to me what's happening in my life. Then again my world somewhat revolves around music. It's the one saving grace I can always fall back on when times are wierd, or bad, or good. Stuff to uplift you, stuff to mellow you out, stuff to make you want to cry, stuff to make you shake it all cross the floor. (which in my case is about to be vacumed)

Let's just say that the past two weeks have been a bit surreal. I know part of it was adjusting to getting back from two trips and two concerts. It's a bit disorienting when you don't really go anywhere much. After all, it had been two years almost since I had taken my last vacation from work. At that point, I had gone to Disneyland with my fam for the first time. So, two years later, I wound up back there again...with my brother and sister.

Now the reason I bring this up is partially because there is a great let down after coming home from vacation. Post partum blues I guess. And the wierdest thing is not realizing how much I wish I was in the park where things are always nice, and clean, and....well happy. So I started realizing that the shop I work for sometimes is really just a very negative place. I'm not sure if this has to do with co-workers, customers, or me. Not all my customers are annoying, and as a matter of fact there are at least two that I can say I love very much. They've become very good friends. But the others....well day to day drudgery can get to you and I am highly considering how to change this. I need to break routine life, but I'm not sure exactly how that is going to come about yet.

And this all begs the question to me again of, "what are you doing with your life?" Don't know how many of you question this and/or how often but it's really a stickler. On one hand, there is nothing wrong with my job and my studio. On the other, I have little money and seemingly no time to go out at night without the peril of waking up late for work (which can NOT happen). So where is the medium? Is it in another job that's more an 8-5? Is it in me myself? Questions question questions. They are truly annoying to me. The reason being, I can't find the answers yet and I think I know how to get them but I never seem to have that time I so want to just wander somewhere in the woods and talk to what I believe in. (Yes I believe that nature helps you think things through better because there are less distractions)

Well, hopefully this is not the downer of a post as my last one was. Just surfice to say that life can kick ya in the balls at times and all you can do, or rather all I try to do, is try to stay standing and smiling like nothing happened. Hell, I'm like a cockroach. Seriously, I am I think sometimes. I've been in places where I probably should have been dead or stark raving mad by now...but I'm still here and going strong. More to the point, whether I like it or not sometimes, I'm a surivor.

I know that a lot of folks blog about politics, music, what have you....but for now this is my online diary of sorts until further notice. Cryptic messages may appear, things may seem random. That's life though. Cryptic and random babies.

Back to cleaning my hovel ;)

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

He surfaces, then dives back again

Yes....It's been a while....again. I don't really have anything to post about. It's been a bit odd for me lately and, well .... I haven't felt like posting. Sometimes real life takes over and you have to deal with that ya know?

So you want to know what's been on my mind? K, here goes. Work and how I realized today that I'm not happy there really. I need a new job, but I don't know what to look for. Remember, yours truly spent 10 years of his life building sets and creating sound designs for a small community theatre. Before that it was all sorts of odd things, but mostly retail work. In the long run, I'm really not qualified for much hehe. Being good with people is one thing, but that only really gets you so far eh? Still, somethin's gotta give because I'm realizing more and more that I want to be able to financially do things I just can't right now. (like find a bigger place to live!)

What else is going on? Sadly nothing. Since going to Disneyland I've been kinda stuck in a rut and feeling broke. You ever notice that when you have not much in terms of money you get a little restless? Well that's me. Trying not to worry about money and wondering how to get more money and then of course....where do we go from here?

So, yeah, I haven't written about New York. I haven't really even written about anything lately but I just have been trying to deal with life and it's not been necessarily on my terms anymore. I have no clue where I'm really going. I know that I have a pretty good job and it keeps me in my studio here and pays for me to eat, and sometimes go out....but it's just not enough to scrape by anymore is what I'm finding.

Yeah I know, I know...pity me. Boo Hoo and all that rot. Well I'm not lookin for pitty, just puttin out what it is. Course, the knowledge that I have some friends that I wouldn't trade an entire Sultan's fortune for....yeah :) Makes life a little easier.

It's wierd that my friends, especially two or three people, can be your entire world. I honestly think that I'd be lost without them and I know I'm not lying about that. It's almost as if they're a part of my soul. No....strike that....they ARE part of my soul. And whether or not they read this, I think they know that I love them more than words can say. And who are they? Well....sorry folks but that's just not something I care to divulge. Surfice to say that they know about my site here and I'm not sure if they reading it or not, but to them, I have to say you are in a part of my heart and soul that no one else can ever reach.

And Jesus....it just struck me that I've been doing this for over a year now. THAT is kinda scary.

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

Happy Halloween (or Samhain if your a pagan)

It's been a while my kittens. Sorry but trying to renegotiate my life after :

1. Going to New York which I'm still planning on writing about
2. Seeing Dresden Dolls the Friday I got back
3. Seeing Bob Dylan the Tuesday after the Friday of the Dresden Dolls after I got back from New York
4. Going to Disneyland with my brother and sister Doll and James this past Wends-Saturday a week after seeing Bob Dylan the Tuesday after the Dresden Dolls on Friday after I got back from New York....

Whoo....well, it's been a hell of a month! But today is Halloween. It's a rather sacred time for us Pagans, and it's a time when I get together with the Fam and get all gothed up and go to dinner and look utterly gothy chic! Tonight will be no different. Dinner at 7 and I need to get my best goth gear out and paint m'nails black so I look ever so dead and lovely.

At work though, different matter. This year I did something completely unexpected of me and didn't go gothy, I went as....an Ace. Not the card sillies, but a Flying Ace. Don't believe me? Well just look below. (the field was lovely this time of year and my plane was....well ok it's me in my costume but I kinda mucked with the rest of the stuff in the picture)



So there ya have it. I hope that everyone's Halloween is a great one. It's the time when the earth goes to sleep for a while. A time to build thing for next year, start growing those plans, basically...Pagan New Years. Keep watching the skies....I'll be back for a safe landing sometime soon.

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be LOVED!!

Mercy, Mercy, Mercy (which inspired this post thank you Cannonball Adderly)

Now I know that all you groove-kittens are waiting to see what the word is on the Chronicals of New York, but that's gonna have to wait a bit. Why? Cause I need more time to wrap my brain around it all actually. I'm still in a bit of a spin here. It's almost Friday which means I have been back almost a week and it seems as if a day went by. Scary no? Well dig it babies, there will be the word, oh yes there will. And I'll preach it like no other. Tales to curl your hairs, make ya cry, make ya laugh, and maybe make ya smile. And yes, there are pictures galour.

Tonight though, I been thinking about a little somethin that bugs me off and on. Somethin that I can't seem to get much past in the last couple of years and that is..."whatcha gonna do with your life?"

Now when you're growing up you are asked constantly what you want to be right? I never said, I wanna be working at a coffee shop slingin' the joe for folks that may or may not care. I first wanted to be a surgeon. How's that for a kick in the rubber parts eh? Well that didn't work out cause school and I don't have the same feelings for each other. So I wound up wanting to be an actor. Ok, that's a groove I could dig on. And I did. I did that groove for over 15 years out of my 40. I wasn't ever a "pro", but I had my moments ya know? And I don't like the idea of braggin, so just have it on the lowdown that I have worked on two feature films...once as a featured extra which got paid for it. Then, it all came crashing down on me and I couldn't handle it much more. So, here I am a coffee pusher doin my best to get through it.

Now, lately I've been thinking which is dangerous as we all know. I started recording my buddy's blog just for fun since I don't have the dosh yet to grab my own hostings to do podcastings and I'm not entirely sure what I'd do there anyways. And it hit me as I sit there reading in my ... er ... library on a magazine about videogames. It was an article about voice work and actors that do it. Well there ya go. I figured, why not try and be a voice actor. I got the acting thing under my belt. I got a lot of different characters I can do vocally, plus a pleathora of dialects I can do reasonably well. Now the hard part babies...how do ya go out there and do it. That's the part I have to start lookin into.

But I digressed from the bomchicka I was puttin down which was this...if you didn't grow up to be what you wanted to be, what keeps us from doing something else that we might want? No one said that you have to do that 9-5 grinding forevr at where you're at right? So what if you change up the records in your personal jukebox a little and come back to the tunes you dig later? Maybe you wanted to be a jazz sax man (and who wouldn't?), but ya realize that blowin your axe isn't making the cash. So, dig the 9-5 business deal for a while and come back to blowin on the side til you can do the "Axin' is my life" for pay. Course what I'm puttin down also doesn't garauntee that there's cash in your pockets but hey...that's life babies.

Guess I'm learnin slowly that life is just a dream and you really gotta go out there and grab some of it. Hell, one little slice of my mind of New York that is ingrained at this point was walking down West 10th trying to get to Union Square by hoofin' it, and the earphones in as I slid down the street to my dance mix I pushed together. The whole feel was magic like anything could happen, and there wasn't a care in the world, just me and the beat and my feet and the street. And babies, I could see myself from outside myself and I was smilin all the way down to my toes which were rockin it out as I pedulated and swung it down the pavement.

And that my babies it what keeps me smilin right now. The knowledge that I may not be there, and it may not be the scene at the moment, but anything can happen for the best. Hell, maybe I'll try and learn me to play the sax and push some blues out there which is gonna burn up the night sky like a cryin' pheonix. And I garauntee ya this....somewhere someone's feet are gonna tap and twiddle down a street boppin and sloppin it with a smile in their souls.

Til next time groove-niks, hepcats, and lovely lovely ladies. Don't be worryin bout the changes that may come, cause you can always change em up again. Now get out there and do some livin'!

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

Holy Cr...WTF?!

And the hits keep coming my little kittens! Hey hey hey and a wompbamboo, cause I feel fully rested today and there's interesting news to report.

Now, for those of you that are looking for the dirty pictures, believe me I'm working on it. I wound up putting all my pictures into the puter last night from both memory cards of my camera.....yeah I took around 200 over 4 days! So, there's some editting to be done cause some are a bit too dark, some are bit too bright. You get the idea. And the chronicals of New York are definitely coming...just when I got home yesterday after work, I crashed hard. (anyone but me ever gone to bed at 2am, gotten up at 5:30 and went to work until noon?....long day, and I was loopy as hell even though I work at a coffee shop!)

So, this weekend is another liver bender. The illustrious and notorious Jeff Skybar is heading into the fair city of San Fran. I can hear my body screaming a little bit, but hey...when do ya get to see the Skyman? I'm not sure how much drinking is going to be invovled but I'm thinkin' that I need to find an alternative to driving ;)

And, on a more personal note, my friend D had started a blog about my nephew Brenden. (the cutest baby on the face of the planet thank you very much for asking even if you didn't so there neener!) I had the wierd idea to start recording them for fun. So, sitting here at night I would record a couple of the posts and eventually slapped them onto a cd in MP3 format to let him hear them. Well he liked them a lot. He liked them so much that they are now available on Brenden's homepage (this link is directly to the recordings). Now it may seem like shameless self promotion here, but honestly go take a listen because I think that D has a great writing style and if he liked my readings enough to put on the webpage?? In the words of Stan Lee .... 'NUFF SAID!

And then today at work, something miraculous happened that I am going to have be paying back for a long time not because I have to. A friend of mine was telling me about a local radio show that runs on Friday nights (that I didn't know about) and they had a call in to win tickets contest. So, he calls. He wins. He puts the two tickets for this Friday night in my name. Why? Because he had already seen them and hung out with ...... The Dresden Dolls! That's right babies, I finally get to see one of the most exciting punk/cabaret acts that rock my ears and eyes. I still can't believe he did this for me, but I'm going to see the Dresden's for FREE!!!! and this Friday!! I do appologise in advance to the Skyman for not seeing him Friday night....and hope that he understands. Now, I have to go and clean my pants because I just wet them again with excitement. That makes the 5th time in the last hour.

So that's the skinny and the poop on the scoop you hipcats and wild women. Now this groovecat daddio is gonna put his to pedulations up in the air to scope out the visual delights of A Prairie Home Companion movie.

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

Home little Fan?

So the only people that will get the title of my post here are friends that did Christmas Carol with me but...

I'm back...it's late...I have to be at work in 4 hours?

sigh....I am missin everyone and everything out on the East Coast right now. But I made it home safe and sound and there will be much blogging and pictures (only the clean ones so sorry but I'll find a way to direct y'all to the dirty ones *giggle*)

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

And away we go

Very brief note kittens. I'm about to embark on a fantastic journey here, full of wonderment and excitement. I probably won't have the chance to write until Monday here so....

Just know that you are all loved kittens. Each and every one of ya. If I had everyone's adresses, I would attempt to send at least a card from my travels. Although I'm not sure how whirlwind this might become...so this shall have to surfice.

Love and light to you all. I'll be thinking about you guys and ladies (yes Ladies) and I'll try and post as many pictures as possible or just direct it all to some other site where you can see what my camera-eye saw....well mostly ;)

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!!

One day more....

It's almost here. Matter of fact, I have about 12 hours before I should think about heading up to the SFO to check in. I haven't packed.

Way it stands right now kittens? Well I figure I got two options. I can lay down and take a nap..a long nap, and wake up get everything done and stay up all night. Or, I could always just go to bed around 8pm and set my alarm for "oh my god that's hella fuckin early" o'clock and drive up to SFO. Not entirely sure which I wanna do.

Crap....realization that I still have to go back to the shop one last time tonight and get orders ready for tomorrow so my boss doesn't have to worry about that. Well that and pick up some coffee for the trip. Yes my fellow bloggers....should I ever arrive in your fair city to see you on vacation, there's coffee a' comin!

Lately I've been trying to record my friend D's blog about my little nephew Brenden for shits and giggles. Guess I know why I downloaded Audacity now hehe. Well, I thought that they turned out ok, so I took a copy over to D's last night and he really seems to have liked them. This in and of itself has made me a very VERY happy camper. I swear I would be lost without folks like the fam and D & H in my life. Cause ya know what kittens? It sure as hell doesn't matter if you have a mansion or you live in a shoebox. It's all bout the folks that you love, and the ones that love you that make the difference in your life.

A silly post indeed....which is "A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury and signifying...nothing." (from Billy Shakespeare's hot new MacBeth....new on NBC this fall) But hey...it's the only show in town....

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD. Be Loved!

Almost...but not quite...and is there enough time?

Right....so this post has little to no substance to it. It's simply that I don't like having a depressing-ish post left hanging up too long. Now mind you, I do get depressed, and everyone does. All of us have our own issues and ways of dealing with them...I just felt like leaving things up like that for too long is like fishing for "sympathy" comments. Well, while they are nice, it definately is not what I'm all about.

Having so said, thank you all for the comments. It's nice to know that no matter where we all are from around the globe and country, I have very dear people that care. Gushy? Mushy? Well too bad because I appreciate you all very much. So there....take that....neener ;)

Two days time. I have two days to get everything ready to fly out to New Jersey and here I sit typing away. EEK! There's laundry to be done, packing, a few last minute items I want to buy for the trip, oh....and of course there's work. Goddess keep my brain functional! (did I mention I am feeling back to my pagan roots again latey babies? Well it's true) I have some of the things done, but two days seems to fly by me in a flurry like a swarm of gnats that suddenly fling themselves out of your way.

Am I excited? You bet your sweet bippy I am! (and if you don't know what a bippy is...ask) I haven't ever seen New Jersey or New York or the East Coast really. I have three days to be as wild as I want to be, go out on a weeknight drinking and clubbing, and possibly see an honest to god Broadway production!!! It's a little overwhelming to some degree. And yes, there is the camera as my constant companion and I hope that I don't look too much like a psycho-paparazzi while I'm there. I'm not really interested in seeing the typical stuff like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty. Truthfully, I think that sounds a little dull to me. Now Central Park? You bet! The same for seeing Broadway all lit up at night....and Time Square.

So, if I don't get around to writing in the next couple of days, I will do my best to leave one last post before I head out on Thursday. The chronicals of this might expidition will be eventually posted with pictures...just not the incriminating ones. (this means that I will not post pictures of myself running down the street wearing nothing but a smile and my boxer shorts on my head)


Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

Issues

I should be alseep by now. I really should but I had two cups of double shorts at work tonight. Probably a bad idea because I'm feeling tired, but not sleepy, just fatigued slightly.

Have you ever had one of those wierd mood swings where you suddenly find yourself with issues? You know what I'm talking about...you started thinking about one thing and the next thing you know you're mind has raced over 100,000 different places and all of them are issue making. That's me right now. I think I need to coin a new term for this though because ya know, it's not depression...it's more like dissatisfication. Maybe it's a general malaise.

Ok, well I'm here anyways why not go the whole nine yards eh? I've had issue revolving around my dad who's been dead now for 10 years. Things that crop up from time to time. The worst of them is the idea of turning into him. It's not that he was a bad person, it's just that I said I would never lead that kind of life. He went to work, came home and watched tv, repeat until the weekend when he did little to nothing and the whole thing started up again. I SWORE I wouldn't become like that. And I look at my life... and here I am the guy that goes to work, comes home, repeat, on the weekend does little to nothing, repeat. I'm having a really hard time breaking this pattern. And yeah, it scares me because I'm not old. I should be running around with friends to bars or clubs or dancing or something it seems. Still....stuck like a piece of toffee in a cavity!

I keep thinking about all the things I should have done up to this point in my life. Not like saving money type stuff, just general things that I now feel like I lost the oppertunity forever to do. I should have been that wildcat guy 20 years ago who went out and got shloshy at gay bars making out with people he didn't know. And to "go there", I should have had lots of terrific sex..or even mediocre sex. Should have learned the way to go out and meet folks and date...blah blah blah. Grrrr. Now it feels like it's "too late" and I start hearing my dad's voice in my head. He constantly would say things like "Nobody wants me because I'm so old." Well that scares me too because the gay culture seems to almost be a youth culture.

We (gay men) are seemingly force fed the idea that perfection is that 20 something twink who's always looking like he just stepped out of some damn photo shoot. Well what about us average folk huh?

In Torch Song Trilogy, Arnold says "I think my biggest problem is being young and beautiful. It's my biggest problem because I've never been young and beautiful. Oh, I've been beautiful, and God knows I've been young, but never the twain have met."

Therein lies the problem. I know what he's talking about. It's like I mispent my youth and you can't go back and do it over again. If you try, you wind up looking ridiculous...well you can. Maybe that's just part of growing up? Damn this whole aging process hehe. I swear, I try to do the Merlin thing and age backwards but I'm afraid I'm not doing it physically. Still, I do think it's important to keep a youthfull aspect to life. Hell...when I'm 80 I don't want to be the guy shuffling across the street with a walker. I want to be that really old guy that veritably skips across the street with a major bounce in his step! (and I plan on it too babies)

Maybe I just need to get that out. Don't know. Not sure what my issue is tonight, but I wish they would just dissipate so I could get on with life and forget all this shit in my head. Goddess willing, with work that I am planning since getting back into my pagan roots...maybe all this negative thinking will be banished once and for all. In the meantime, it's nice to know I can hear my little sister's voice in my head saying "Oh get over it!" and it makes me smile and chuckle a bit.

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!!

My family....or part one

So I want to talk about my sista....my little sister. She who is amazing to me because I've known her now for over 10 years and she has just grown by leaps and bounds and I love her to death. What brought this on? Well, I have a picture of her from Folsom and I wanted her permission first of all before I posted it. She said yes, and here she is...looking fierce and hot between two Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence....my sweet little Delirium herself


Yeah....she's a sexy bitch (and she knows it!). I don't often talk enough about the folks that are my family so here goes. And if this bores you, too damn bad cause I love me some my little sister so shut the hell up (hehe).

I met her waaaaaay back years ago when I was doing theater. I was an actor, sound designer, set constrution, tech director, sometimes light or sound operator, and even directed a few summer shows (ok they were only 30 minute shows but they all went over really well...least I think they did). Her parents are the most amazing people who are just as warm and loving as she is. They would invite the entire cast over for a big pasta dinner after the final performance of any given show..well that's how I remember it at least.

So over the years I got to know Deli better and we share a lot of similar things in terms of religion, philosophies, what guy is hot hehe...and most importantly to me, she let me be myself 100%. If I wanted to be a big ol' queen, she was right there with me on it. If I wanted to discuss the faerie folk, she'd put in her advice and comments and never laughed at me. She'll kick my ass when I need it too, and she's not afraid to do it. (another reason why I love her so much)

So what you may ask. Big deal? Well honeys, this woman is amazing because she started her own face painting and makeup design business. Manages to cook like a mutha-fucka. Dresses up to the nines! (and here she is in her Angel costume when we went to see the opening of the movie RENT) Now she proffessed to me lately that she is a camera whore. So I thought I would surprise her by also showing that she is a diva bitch from green hell....and that's why we love her too ;)


She loves that finger...you know the one...yeah, that one that you tend to show off to family and friends at times? Kinda like this... She's also the one that in the middle of the movie Peter Pan (the latest live action one that I adored), when Peter was crying "I do believe in Faeries, I do. I do!" (and don't ask me why but it always gets to me that scene...yeah I'm a softy) handed me a thimble. Well babies, I could have just broken down in tears like a little bitch over that. Why? Cause it's what Wendy gave to Peter as a "kiss". (he gave her an acorn as a "kiss") Now and forever baby....acorns and thimbles to ya!

Well that's my sis. Last reason to love her? Cuase she is an incredibly fun bundle of energy and love and light. I couldn't live with out her, and now the world knows that too. So one or two last pictures cause I love these of her. They show off what a card she can be and I think capture a lot of her true nature.








I sure nuff do love my little Chryssaburger


and the bitch thought she'd only get one picture up here hehe

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!!

What's all this mess?

Hey! Here's my great "I don't know what to write but I realize I feel like updating the blog" blog. [Brought to you by Unmentionables. Unmentionables, for when you're feeling naughty.]

So, I keep realizing off and on that in a week I'm flying out to New Jersey. (and I know that Rey is gonna read this but...) I'm a little freaked. Why? Well, I'll be outside my enviorment essentially. I'm so friggin stuck in my patterns that even a trip up to SF seems slightly foreign to me at times. I know I'll be fine and I know I'm going to have a blast...but it's that little twindge of being in a strange place that I have no idea about that just wierds me a little bit. Still, I get to see Rey and I may even try and persuade him to go out to Kerioki and sing hehe ;) Maybe I've just forgotten what it's like to not have to worry about work and so the concept of actually relaxing a bit is just freaky? F-it! I'm leaving on a jet plane in a week and I'm gonna do up this mini vacation like no body's bi'ness!

I've been downloading, like a madman, new podcasts. Thanks to Jim I now get to listen to a really wide variety of subjects when I go out walking. I even recently found some pagan podcasts and personally...I think that's friggin righteous! So, that is my subtle way of saying thank you again to a great guy named Jim for makin me very happy indeed. Plus introducing me to new bands! (I'm lovin Jack's Mannequin and Lovedrug by the way!)

And Nathan over at Nathan Exposed asked me recently about my own podcast that I still have the concept of doing. Ok....um, my question to Dan and Adam ...when the hell do you have to time to put these together?! I have maybe 10 minutes of stuff recorded, I have an idea for what I want the show to be like, but damn it...these things take forever! Ok, so maybe it's because I want to add sound effects and have "regular" characters and...I guess I'm still envisioning my own private radio show. Just never seems to be enough time to get around to working on it and doing what I want, plus working. Oh...and needing to have a hosting site hehe. But I tell ya, I'm still planning on it. Maybe you all can tune in soon? If I can get off my lazy ass!

And while I'm being all randomfied, I just want to give a great big Congratulations! to my friend Mike over at Boys Are So Ugly But So Cute. If you're wondering why? (and if you haven't read Mike and Ryan's site...well here's your chance) There are major big changes about to happen for him and I'm just proud as hell of him and happy for them both. Sides, Mike and Ryan both kick ass in my opinion...and they're cute too ;)

Well, this was the lamest posting, and possibly most random, I think I have ever read (he says in his best Groucho Marx voice).

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD!! Be Love!

Leather and daddies and cubs...OH MY!

Well and why the hell not. I get to be in a pretty good classification here! Bob, Oscar, Rob...and Orsen! Fun stuff but maybe I can find one picture of me where I'm actually smiling? Oish *rolling eyes*

Oh kittens. What a day what a day. I was out at the Folsom Street Faire and bumpin na...elbows with Kalvin, Jr., Big Red Dave, and of course Dan. It was great to see these guys again because I hadn't seen any of them since Pride this year (which is entirely my fault). And believe me kittens....they are a swell group to be around! (My nipples may never be the same hehe)

I also go the great opertunity to see Daniel Cartier perform, and then oddly as fate would have it, went and had some coffee with him. He has a great voice, and he's a really sweet guy. (did I mention he was hot as well?) So that started things off with a major bang for me!

I have pictures to post, but I think I'm going to see if I can do it ala Flickr. Oh...alright, there are two that I think are really worthy of being seen, and there's no nudity so ... sorry heh. So many hot guys, so little time.


Yes indeedy....my little hot gothy number made a definate show of putting his arm around his girlfriend (damn it). But hey...the guy working the corsette booth....MINE MINE MINE!












and of course there were drag queens like this little hot number

And this sexy woman that wanted to kiss me...HEY! Wait a minute, that ain't no woman...that's Miss Trixie!



Ah well...I'll leave ya with a kiss and a wave from the lovely sites of Folsom Street Faire 2006....and damn, do I have to wait an entire year for the next one?





Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

My name is Michael and I'm an addict

Well hello there kittens and kitten-ettes! It's the weekend woo hoo! It's sunny outside, there are birds (somewhere out there I think) singing, my rose bush is about to bloom again and I am....sitting in my studio on the computer?!? Well that's gotta change soon.

I wanted to talk about something horrible. Something nefarious! Something with such implications to my personal life that I'm not sure how to stop it....that's right...I'm an addict. I'm addicted to Podcasts now. I spent part of yesterday after work looking at podcasts on Itunes (well hell babies they are free after all) and now I'm downloading like crazy. I fear for my computer's capacity. Luckily for me I have a second hard drive!

Having recieved a little present in the form of a Nano recently (thanks again Jim! I am forever greatful!!), I've started walking at night, and attempting to ride my bike more. I always said that I would if I had an Ipod because ya know, carrying around a cd player, and then cds to go with it, isn't really condusive to being light and breezy in terms of cycling or walking. Now though...oh dear god I'm an addict to this little wonderous device! Not only do I get to hear news podcast, but there's Adam, Darin, Dan, Chad Fox, Justin....well you get the picture. And then in Itunes there's more shite than you can imagine in the Podcast section. Hm...maybe I need another hard drive just for mp3s and podcasts?

And if you came here thinking that you wouldn't see another posting about this...well...."Hey Conky. What's the word of the day?"





"Hey M-m-m-m-ichael. Wh-wh-where's P-p-p-ee W-w-w-ee?"

"Never mind that damn it. What's the word of the day so I can get out of here and enjoy my weekend?"

"B-b-b-bitch.....don't ru-ru-ru-rush me! The word of the d-d-d-day is Hair."


Well there ya have it folks. You know what to do when you hear the word of the day don't ya? That's right, scream REAL loud! hehe. So that's the post for right now. Like the always say, HAIR (Aaaaaaaaaah!) today, gone tomorrow ;)

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

Hey Conky

Ok kittens, ya know what....it's fun time. That's right, fun. Why? Cause my buddy Jon and I have hit on an old favourite that is the new sensation! What is it you might ask? It's the word of the daaaaaay.

You all know what to do when you hear the word of the day don't you?
SCREAM REAL LOUD!
So today's word was "coffee". So anytime you hear anyone say the word "coffee" *Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! hehehe* Scream real loud. Annoy your friends! Scare your coworkers! Piss off that loved one...but have fun damn it!

Now then, anyone wanna go out for a cup of.....

Cofffffeee?

*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!*


with love to Pee Wee Herman eternally.

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

Doh!

Ok....ok I'll admit it. I'm a ... well, a techno whore! That's right. I like gadgets, gizmos, and blinky flashy things (which is probably a throw back to my raver days when they would explode before me...over and over again). So there's a new item on here which is a MyChingo. And ya know if you say it with a Spanish accent it sound even better. I guess I'm trying to keep up with the Jones'...or at least several bloggers that I read cause I was leaving messages on theirs and I wanted one.

*crickets chirpping* That's the sound of the dust gathering in my brain right now. Last night I went to do the ADR work for the movie/video. I thought I was going to be done by around 8pm. I got home a bit after midnight I think. Still, it literally had to be done because I was the guy with the most dialogue and I think we only had the sound guy last night anyways. So yeah..maybe 2+ hours of saying the same lines over and over, trying them with slight variations, trying them with more or less emotion. And ya know what kittens? It pretty much rocked.

Since I'm not sure anyone has ever done voiceover work (and if you have I appologise) or looping, here's what happens. Now normally you would be staring at a screen with the scene you are about to loop playing. You'd be wearing earphones, and hearing the dialogue you're supposed to rerecord. Since we didn't do the visual part, I just had the earphones last night.

You have a series of say 4 beeps and then the dialogue starts. You try to get in sync with the sound of your own voice. This "loop", complete with beeps to let you know to get ready, continues and you talk over the sound of your own voice until they have what they want. So yeah. I think I heard myself say the same line about 12 times on one loop. 10 of those I was being recorded right along side of what I was hearing.

Let me tell ya babies...it's kinda freaky but it was actually pretty fun. Only down side was when my voice started to feel like chopped liver. I dried up in the throat area, and some of the lines were hard because of an accent I was using. Tended to constrict me cords and if you have ever yelled too much...well that's sort of what it's like.

Jesus, do I ramble or what? *crickets chirping* Is this thing on? *owl hooting* Yeah. Well, I guess that's it really. I need to do that whole shaving thing since by the time I got home last night/this morning...well literally I changed my socks, my shirt and me undies and slept in my clothes lest I wake up too late and have to make a running dash to work. I didnt mind ya, but I was skeerd I would. So now, I think I'm going to take my weary little body off to a nice long hot shower and a shave...and then to bed!

Oh, and feel free to leave me a message babies. You know this hipcat daddio loves to hear from ya all! (and hearing your voices would be too damn cool)

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

Finally!

Definately time for a new post don't you think my little kittens? I do. Enough about politics because it tends to raise one's blood pressure. Enough about the bad stuff that's going on in the world and the evils of society...for a while ;)

I only discovered Voyuer Nation a few weeks ago. Kinda late but having just gone back over there (yes I'm lame and couldn't remember the name of Marc's blog)...something amazing has happened. The site is back up and the posts are there to be read. Me? I'm happy because now I can finally get to read all the things that I had wanted to before. There's a note about it on the site.

The point was that there was something that I thought was a great idea that Marc had. A Joy Log. So I thought to myself, why the hell not? There's enough shite going around to make anyone miserable so here's 5 - 10 things that bring me great joy...and what about you guys? What's bring in the joy to your lives?

1. A new toy sent to me by my friend Jim. It's been in heavy usage lately whilest I wander and walk about at night to get some exorcise.

2. My friends that I adore. Whether or not I get to talk to them, email them, hear from them...all I have to do is think of them and I smile a little bit.

3. Music. Where the hell would I be without the sounds of Darren Emmerson, James Brown, Bob Dylan, Loretta Lynn, Tori Amos, or Voltaire? Miserable heh.

4. I have two feet, two hands, two eyes, two ears, one nose, a working digestive tract, a heart that works, and two lungs that work. What do I have to complain about?

5. My Ps2 and Gamecube. Might be silly and a waste of time, but let me tell ya there is nothing like getting out frustrations whilest playing Midnight Club II and driving like a mad man in the streets of a city.

6. Nintendo has announced the launch for the Wii. Ok, more gamer silliness but damn I am so excited you'd think that I was winning the lottery!

7. I'll be "on holiday" in October. New Jersey at the beginning of the month, and hopefully Disneyland at the end of the month...with a Bob Dylan concert sandwiched in between.

8. Graphic novels, comic books, and manga. There is no better "reading room" devices than an artfully drawn story that you can read in the bathroom. Besides, superheros rule, and manga about guys falling in love with each other rock!

9. My garden. I have a rose bush that greets me every day with a beautiful flower and two more about to blossom. Heliotrope that smells devine and wafts it's sent in the evening, and colorful snap dragons that make me smile.

10. My family (which is not to say my blood relations) keep me going. All my brothers and sisters who have been there for me through thick and thin, and accept me for the freak I sometimes am...and never turned their backs on me.

So there's my little list. Something less glooom and dooom. And you can add to that list that Jeff Skybar will be on the limitted engagement tour in October, my friend Brian lives in the Bronx and promissed to get me some real NYC pizza, I have a job that supports me, and this place. Yup, I'm even gratefull for Blogger and the ability to meet so many great folks and share my ideas and rants and sorrows and hopes and life.

So smile folks. If ya can't find a reason to smile, here's a couple of pictures to make ya smile (we hope). Ah me and Cruella at Disneyland...ya gotta love her!

And what's hotter than two guys kissing? Well not much but they do look like they are possibly in love now don't they? Le sigh :)

And who can resist a baby? Just proof positive that my nephew is one wacky wacky kid.

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

Oh rant away, and happy day (what's with the rhyming?)

So what's all the things I forgot to mention whilest buzzing my little ass off on sugar last night? Well babies, they ain't all bad things let me tell ya. Matter of fact, I'm pretty damn excited by several of them. But first...

I know I went off last night about annoying customers, and I didn't really say much about the whole 9-11 thing but it's stickin in my craw. Well one thing is. It has to do with the "new found patriotism" of some folks. Now let me state this first;

I am proud to live here in America.
I am proud of the things the American people have done.
I do believe in this country and the idea of every man having their say.

Having said that, what was bothering the shit out of me was a guy I was driving behind yesterday. Why? Cause he was flying an American Flag. I mean for fuck sake, what does the flag have to do with the PEOPLE that died in the WTC, or on Flight 93, or at the Pentagon? (And here's where ya might just be pissed off at me) Nothin. That's right, it's got nothing to do with the whole 9-11 issue. When I see things like that it makes me think that they are G.W. supporters, believe the whold bullshit about the "war on terror", and everything else that was spoon fed by the media to them. And of course, they'll say that they are doing it to be patriotic. I just don't get it folks. I really don't. Ya wanna be patriotic in my opinion then ya better have a flag with all the colors of all the nationalities that live here baby! After all ... doesn't that "little" document start with WE THE PEOPLE? I still don't know why it bugs me so much.

Ok, apparently I'm in rant mode but there is a point here, and a little story. Maybe 6 years ago, my friend found out his buddy's exgirlfriend (it was explained to me that they could be equated to Romeo and Juliet but it just didn't work out for them) was in the hospital with Meningitis. Pretty scary stuff so I drove him out there to be with his bud. I tried to comfort him, but was told, "This isn't about me, this is about her!". And that is how I feel about this 9-11 issue. It isn't about whether you're patriotic or not, it's about the people that lost their lives. Oish...here endeth the rant.

So...on a happier note, what is this little hipcat turning up the heat for soon? Well in a few scant weeks I'll be out in New Jersey to see Rey (and quite possibly lose my gob on the dance floor which is British slang so don't go thinkin dirty thoughts). Before that I am in the studio this weekend to record my dialogue for the video which is nearing completion!! Yes, color me 5 shades of excited because it will be put on Dvds for sale through the band. (It's around 15 minutes of short film goodness with a music video in there too!) Upon returing from Jersey, I get to see the illustrious Jeff Skybar on his limitted return engagement to the fair SF. (World tour tickets are available now) Only to be followed up by going with D to see Bob Dylan!!!!! Yeah babies, I am a Dylan fan like you wouldn't believe. I think that the guy is simply amazing, and after 46 years in the business, I heard that his new album is top of the charts! ( GO Bobby!) And then...at the end of October I am off to the happiest place on earth. I'm going to Disneyland with my sis and brother Doll and James for a couple of days of being 5 years old. (Indeed there will be more pictures from this years Disney trip so look out for possible new Sulley photos!) And then, it's Halloween and if I have survived, I may just make it up to SF for that night although I still haven't made up my mind.

I just hope that my pocket book stays afloat until I reach November :) Ok, I need to eat me pastrami sandwich. Color me starvin!

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

Vent - Elations...or how sugar is bad

Well I'm currently on the sugar buzz from hell. My boss went to a food show and brought back samples which I foolishly said, "Yeah, ok" to and now...BUZZZ! Since I hardly ever really eat a lot of sugar....well babies I'm feeling like I could run out and visit everyone right now...no, literally run on my own two little legsess and that includes my overseas friends!

I suppose I should comment on what day it is. I have a lot of mixed feelings about it. I'm saddened at the loss of so many lives five years ago, but I'm angry at the fact that I don't believe the truth came out. I'm not a conspiracy nut mind you, but there are too many things that are left unanswered and too many pieces that just don't fit that puzzle properly.

Having so said, I still remember that day since my roommate caught me at the front door leaving for work to tell me that a plane had crashed into the Towers. I thought he was joking, but the TV proved me wrong. The rest of the day was me at work in a state of shock, and the rest of the folks that came in in a state of shock. I emailed my cousin who lives out in NYC somewhere and in repsonces, I tried to make her laugh...wrong idea. Her responce to me, which I still remember was this, "I can't find anything to laugh at. They just blew up my city!" It kinda brought the point home a little bit more. Not being a media whore, I didn't keep glued to the TV all night, read as much of the paper as I could at the time....but 5 years later, I want the truth. I want the truth to come out because a lot of people lost their lives for nothing. Enough of that. It only makes me angry.

Speaking of angry, so I thought I would almost have to verbally backhand/bitchslap a customer today. What's worse is that he'll be back tomorrow. How do I know?

Well, let's call them Mr. & Mrs. Anal Retentive Bastard....or Arb for short. So every day The Arbs come in to the shop. They move chairs around to find the ones that suits them, go over and get two small cups of water and 4 napkins (yes I counted)...obviously two each, and Mrs. Arb sits down. Now Mr. Arb preforms the ritual of buying the same damn drink and food...two double lattes (one lowfat, one non) and a cinnamon bagel with ONE butter. If you give them two, they return one to you. How polite. Now the fun begins. It comes up to $6.82 and if Mr. Arb doesn't have the pennies, he reaches over for my penny cup, or puts his mitts on my tip jar and searches in there for fucking pennies. Oh, did I mention that if there is no chocolate powder to sprinkle on their lattes that he'll probably help himself, reaching across my counter to where we keep the chocolate powder which is really close to our pitchers for milk...cups to put to go orders in...you get the idea huh? This is the daily ritual. EVERY day.

Today, I have no co-worker in site (she was a little late) and I have maybe 6 people in line after Mr. Arb. I have the Arbs drinks made almost before he gets to the counter to order. He moves on. I move on to the next customer. Now, for the most part after 5 years I know the early morning folks drinks pretty well and can just jet through them but there is still prep time don'tcha know? So I didn't get Mr. Arb's bagel in straight away. Here's where it gets fun.

He's taken to sitting down, drinking a bit of his latte, then getting up and hanging around the pick up part of my counter. He gazes ever so lovingly at his bagel in the toaster, apparently hoping that since he is standing there being impatient...I will drop everything and grab his little piece of joy. Well today it was different and he almost got a major bitching from me. Like I said, 6 customers, they want drinks as well and Mr. Arb says to me (standing behind the shoulder of someone at the counter ordering), "My bagel?" I wanted to punch him. Impatient bastard! Geez it was like he was telling me how to do my job and that just don't fly with me my little chittlins!

So yeah, I get to deal with Mr. & Mrs. Arb tomorrow and probably for the rest of my life working at the shop. They are also one of the few customers who ever complain about music. It's too loud, can we turn it down? Fuck no! I get my sorry ass up at 5ish in the morning to get down there at 5:30ish in the morning so you fuckers can have your same damn thing just so you don't break routine? Did I mention they always wear friggin sweat shirts? Summer, winter, doesn't matter. If it's too hot they wear them around their necks! I swear that they go out and shop together to find the two that will fit men and/or women!

AND, when they do get that little bagel and one butter? I watched this...he cuts it in half first, then in half from that and they each equal portions of little sliced bagel. This goes on every day of the week. I only have to deal with them on Mon-Fri but apparently this still goes on on the damn weekend!

Ack, the sugar buzz is driving me mad here. I swear I now know how Denis Leary used to feel during a concert when he was ranting and railing. I think I need to quit bitching and eat some real food and try and make myself sleepy somehow. Anyone have a 75lbs Anvil? ;)

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!

Boring Sidney, boring

Well darlins there is a slightly new look to the site. Still not sure if I'm happy with it or not. I tried using a different program to build a custom site...but I got confused with some of it and couldn't figure out how to manipulate things the way I wanted. Not saying that I'm not still going to try but hey...it was a bit taxing on my poor little brain this weekend.

And speaking of, what the hell happened to my weekend? I don't recall what I did on Friday night but I must have been doing something wierd because I was up and down all night. When I did finally get up and out of bed to go get breakfast, I came back with all good intentions of doing stuff..only to be waylaid by a videogame which actually put me to sleep! Woke up around 6pm or so last Saturday night. Now that is just friggin wierd for me. I don't do things like that. Least I got out a little this weekend though.

So that is my exciting life, sleeping too late and demolishing my brain with the new Gojira movie. For those that don't know, when they brought the original Godzilla film to the states, the added Raymond Burr to help the US audiences out a bit. Well, they just released for the first time the original Japanese version (which also comes with the original US version). I haven't had time to watch it yet but I wound up finding the damn DVD finally. Ya gotta love giant lizards which are really men in giant rubber suits.

Which brings to mind my other purchase which was the 25th Anniversary Edtion of Shock Treament. It's the sequal to Rocky Horror Picture Show, and yeah, it's just as bad but I love this movie! Keeps me "jumpin like a real live wire"

Man what a dull and boring post full of nothingness....hm...maybe I need to revamp my posts as well ;)

Be safe. Be well. Be PROUD! Be Loved!