Soon our house will be invaded by aliens in disguise. Like Invader Zim and Grrr their disguises may fools some but they are horrible attempts to look like the real thing.


Come on, look at those ears, is he trying to look like a cat or a bat?


See how he is attempting to look innocent. You can tell he is saying, "No Earthlings I am not trying to take over your planet, I am just a sweet kitty-bat!"


But in reality he is thinking how he and his siblings are going to take over the world and make us all pay!

We will be bringing him home on the 25th, I am happy to do may part in keeping the planet safe from their evil plans. We will be getting another alien a few weeks after this one, once it has matured enough to think it is fooling us with his purrs.

Do I look excited to get inside... um Benders.



Unlike the last picture I took this one for bender772. I was inspired by his recent photos from New Zealand. Ok, I may have been thinking about bender772 in the previous photo.



I like the Milky Way with the mountains, the car light balanced by the Cactus in the foreground. I was surprised my camera took such great photos. The hardest part was getting one where my brother didn't ruin the photo... He is attention starved and ummm a drunk. That's for another post.


More photos here http://gallery.me.com/macboysf#100254

It's strange the entire time I've been unemployed I've been busy. So busy I have had very little time for LJ. I had photo shoots to do, books to finally finish, and in one case a photobook to publish for a friend... yes it was an iPhoto vacation book. I sent out resumes and did introspection. I attended job search classes and asked for referrals through linkedin. But I wasn't trying very hard. I also was getting ZERO responses to jobs I was perfect for as well as jobs I was over qualified for. I have been enjoying my time off but on certain days I've wondered if it was good for me. I know I can be shy to get back on the horse if I don't do it right away.

On Friday I got a call from someone who seemed excited to hear from me. "So you're interested?", he asked me. It was right up my alley, It didn't sound like fun, it wasn't green energy or Mac work but I was qualified and it didn't sound like it would be outside my comfort zone. I told him I was interested. I was surprised to hear someone sounding like they weren't swamped with requests to fill the job by overqualified IT workers. Then he asked, "Are you OK with the Per hour?" I've been salary for so many years that $ per hour doesn't equate any more in my head. I always think about when I shit myself when I was getting $10 an hour. The number he said sounded big but I told him I was used the number in salary, he translated it and I had to fight to keep the calm in my voice. I did a good job because he was rolling it over in his head if I could go for cheeper but he said he would put in the full amount because I sounded perfect. When I hung up the phone I made a little squee sound. If I get this job I just got will have improved my salary by one third. It's a contract to hire position and I wasn't going to take anything that didn't have medical... but this was too much. Plus it's working for a big British company I use when I'm in London, I didn't even know they had offices in San Francisco.

My Russian Gypsy Tarot Cards told me it was time to cross the bridge to the next part of my life. It scares me how often they are right. I know they work by bringing your subconscious thought to the front for you to examine but it's still a little freaky friday.

Fingers crossed it works out for the best and I'm able to work my magic again. I know it will and I know I can.

At Parker Dam


Me and Mom at an the oddly empty Red Rock campsite

I am now a little excited but also freaked out about revisiting a past that I enjoyed but I worry I’ve lost my membership.I am going to Lake Havasu with my dad and brother for Fathers Day. When I was a kid we spent a least three weeks every year somewhere along the Colorado River, usually just above Parker Arizona and below Lave Havasu. We would camp right on the river and (much to Tom’s horror) sleep under the stars on banana loungers. We would wake to the sounds of jet boats pulling water skiers who were still sobering up from the heaving drinking they had done the night before. I’m pretty sure they’ve filmed a few of those “Girls gone wild” video around Havasu.

As a kid I loved the river; I loved the heat, the swimming and the excitement. I loved hiking up river to Foxes the floating bar so I could jump off an start swimming across the river and then back, the current just perfect to leave me climbing from the water at our campsite. I mastered the video game Tempest that was on the docks of Sundance. The adults would all go to Sundance for the wild parties, wet T-shirt contests and tequila sunrises. Kids weren’t allowed in the bar but there was an area for the kids to play free video games and swim. We would watch the daring men impress the girls by jumping off a rock that was three stories high into the river below. By the time I was ten, my friends and I were doing it as well, much to the dismay of the men trying to impress the ladies. It just doesn't have the same impact when a group of preteen boys and girls are doing it without the slightest hesitation.

There was also a rope swing that you could use to fling yourself into the river, the key was to run off the cliff and let the rope lift you out over the deep water, unfortunately Phinny jumped and lost his grip, proving that all those movies where someone falls and grabs a rope is near impossible. My favorite activity though was to take a boat up to Parker Dam and after having the boat hitched to a ten foot square island just outside of the danger area, we would jump off the rock and have the current quickly drag us down the river where we would grab a ski line and slowly fist over fist drag ourselves back up to the island where we would jump again. Because the river was so narrow and the water flowed out of the dam so quickly we would be pulled downstream and a running speed. The water was full of energy and would swirl making tons of tiny whirlpools wherever you looked, you could even smell the energy in the air.

As a kid I was safe at the river, despite all the dangerous activities we would do, I always felt safe. I knew that there were always tons of adults around that were keeping and eye on me and the other kids in our massive gang. At home I would be bullied by my brother when the parents weren’t looking but at the river there was always someone looking so he could never bully me. When Phinny fell from the rope swing there were at least three adults who got to him in seconds, seeming to only touch the ground once every ten feet.

Now as I’m about to return, I’m worried that some of the adults will beat the crap out of my faggoty ass. Drunk, horny and homophobic is how I think of the men at the river. They are like peacock, trying to get attention and they usually use brawn to get it. Maybe I’m wrong but I know I’m going to be very paranoid and attempting to butch it up. The one thing that is putting me at ease is my brother. He would probably love it if someone made the mistake of attacking me, so he could get into a fight or just intimidate the hell out of the guy. Who knows maybe I won’t be harassed... Or maybe I will and my brother can have his moment and then feel like we are even and he can stop apologizing for his behavior when he was younger. I just hope I don’t come back with some part of my body broken or blue. My dad and brother have gone consistently while I stopped going around the time I came out; they don’t seem worried for me. Whatever comes, I’m ready for it.

Tom works with a bunch of young'ins just out of high school in a record store so of course he is always on myspace and facebook, sometimes looking to see who is updating instead of working. Silly kids adding their boss to their list of friends. A few weeks ago Tom sent me a relationship request in Facebook, I was hesitant to accept it. I always kept my Facebook antiseptic since it was linked to my name. Potential employers could look me up and decided not to hire me based on my profile. Past friends and acquaintances could find me, then talk trash about me, “Did you know Eric is a big homo now, like it’s a surprise, he was always such a fag, he even moved to Frisco!”

These thoughts used to upset me greatly, I would worry about interacting with people who knew the old me, not the real me. Now, I just don’t care, it makes no sense to keep someone out of my life because I’m scared they will reject me- so I reject them first? Plus now more than ever I should be out, be proud and be an example. So I accepted Tom’s relationship request and Facebook told the world Tom and Eric are now in a relationship... (now?) Then I took it a step further.

I updated my profile with my interests, schools and even my phone number. Then I searched through the list of people who were in my year at high school and added a ton of former friends. Because I have a bit of an evil streak in me I decided to post some of my old high school pictures and upload them and all their horrifying pimply glory. If I was truly evil I would have tagged all the photos, but kindness won and I only tagged a few photos that were actually good pictures. I uploaded about 150 pictures in total. Now I may never know if anyone decideds to unfriends me, if I pissed them off by posting pictures or their fear of homos. (how long until you think unfriend will be put in the dictionary as a verb?) Who knows if I will even notice being unfreinded, I haven't really explored Facebook that much. Is there a way to tell without having to scroll through your list of friends and guess who’s missing? I just added a conservative Mormon who used to be a very close friend, should be interesting to see how she reacts, not that she shouldn’t have known all along.

If I find out someone said I was a big fag in Frisco, I'll remind them homos don't like shortened names, please call it San Francisco and as a big fag I'm offended by the word Frisco.

On Monday Tom and I celebrated our 9 year anniversary. While we have been through a lot together it doesn’t feel like nine years. On Tuesday the California Supreme Court ruled that the change to the California State Constitution was in fact a constitutional but the gay couples who did get married could keep their status. I am happy for those couples, Tom and I are not among their ranks. I am far too stubborn to be pushed into anything at any speed other than the one I set. I want to plan, send out invites and have a celebration. I don’t want to have a ceremony and a rushed party and of course I don’t want to do anything if some ignorant bastard can take it away. What good is the word forever when some uneducated idiots believe they are the only ones to live the life “ever after.”

Of course I say all this and yet I have never said yes to any of Tom’s proposals. I want it all. I want to have it on my terms. I want to ease into it and not have to jump in like a member of the polar bear club into icy waters. Of course I also am a bit of a Buddhist at heart and I believe nothing is forever, change is inevitable, and having a ceremony to claim you will be together forever seems a bit naive. I’m not saying Tom and I won’t spend the rest of our lives together, but my Mom and Dad never divorced and yet he is now alone and her energies have gone elsewhere. I think once I am allowed to marry Tom without a forced rush we will have a wonderful celebration.

But back to the point of my ramblings. The last few days have been a bit emotional for me and I decided to make a podcast that exemplifies the emotional journey I’ve been on, from sadness and despair to anger and power.

This wrong will be righted! Justice is for everyone.


California Supreme Court Just Us - Mixed by Monkeyx3

Track List (Title-Artist-Album)
Another Heart Breaks - Electric Light Orchestra - Time
Belfast / Wasted - Orbital - Wasted - The Best Of Volume Part 1 (Disc 1)
Istanbul Uyurken (Hamam Trance Version) - Steam/ Hamam: the Turkish Bath
Tor-cheney-nahana (Howie B Left Foot Mix) - Indiens-Sacred Spirit- Dance Remixes
Give Up But Don't Give Out (Portishead Remix) - Primal Scream - The Trip Hop Test - Part Two
Ball - Craig Armstrong - Astralwerks 1999 v.2
This Must Be It - Röyksopp - Junior
Map Of The Problematique - Muse - Black Holes & Revelations
Infidels Of The World Unite - Fischerspooner - Entertainment
This Is Life - Grace Jones - Hurricane
The Best Revenge - Fischerspooner - Entertainment
Hurricane - Grace Jones - Hurricane

I loved the Fischerspooner concert, I was really surprised at how much i loved one os the two opening acts, ssion. It's been a long time since a musical act actually confused me. When I walked in they sounded like a normal elektro-pop band then they played their version of night clubbing and my heart grew for them. then their unrecognizable version of Hole's "credit in the straight world" after a mash up that included spice girls. By the time they performed street jizz I was a devout fan.


Ahh Gee wizz Street Jjizz



I freaked out a little when Fishcerspooner came on and performed "A kick in the teeth", the song stopped after the first chorus so the leas singer could explain, "This song is about when something horrible happens and it turns out to the the best thing ever... just in case you didn't know" then the music started up again and I was left feeling very strange inside.

< cheer voice>
OMG, I like totally know what he's talking about! O!M!G!
< /cheer voice>

Lyrics to A Kick In The Teeth :
(Fischer/Spooner/Perry)

Sawing,
With my jaw tooth down.

Guarded,
Down upside frown.

I‘m, I‘m looking for a pill,
Something to ease my will,
A kick in the teeth.

You, You may not realize,
When it‘s done or why,
But it may be the best thing, it may be the best thing.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh and it may be the best thing.

Pulsing,
With a familiar pain.

A comfort,
From this disdain.
Grind away.

I‘m, I‘m looking for a thrill,
Something to ease my will,

You, You may not realize,
When it‘s done or why,

But it may be the best thing, it may be the best thing.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh and it may be the best thing.

Time makes me lucky. I’m sure most people in my shoes would see think themselves very unlucky but when I look back at if the timing had changed by a few days it would have been devastating. I told many people the last two weeks that the best thing that could have happened to me was being laid off. It freed me up to spend a few days with my kitty John before having to take him to the vet for the very last time. It allowed me to jump on a plane at a moments notice to visit my mom in the hospital. It allowed me to stay as long as I needed, as long as I was needed. It allowed me to hold my moms hand and remind her of all the fun we had and what a great mom she had always been. It allowed me to listen to her stories from when she was a little girl. It allowed me hold her hand and say goodbye.

If they hadn’t laid me off. If they had laid off the other tech. I would have been torn by duty and fear of losing my job. I may have hesitated. If John hadn’t worsened I may have had to choose between him or my mom. Tom would have had to stay in SF to care for him. If I wasn’t in the room with my mom when she died my dad wouldn’t have been in the room either. He was terrified to be in the room with her. He was traumatized to see his wife of 44 years on a ventilator and the decision to remove it crushed him. After she passed he was glad he decided to stay in the room with us, rehashing happy times. If I hadn’t been laid off I would have had to rush back to work and left my dad to deal with all the things that needed to be taken care of instead of taking care of it for him. My brother through all of this was useless. He couldn’t cope so he drank. He got all of us sick because coughed all over the pace and spread his germs everywhere. I’m really glad I was able to be there for my dad, I’m glad he at least had someone who helped him through this and tried to keep him from having regrets.

I’m lucky I had the greatest mom in the whole world for almost 35 years. Most of my friends who have meet my mom agree she was an unbelievably precious and gentile soul. She may not have understood sarcasm or mean spirited comedy but she cornered the market of understanding kindness, love and acceptance. How many people can say they grew up in a non-broken home? And how many of those can say they had a mom as great as mine was?




Is she twiggy? Nope, Just my mom on her honeymoon in San Francisco.



I fix computers, my brother fixes cars, my dad fixed printers and cash registers... my mom fixed people.

They say every cloud has a silver lining. My brother has been driving me crazy with his constant talking and ignorance. At least he has made me laugh at least once everyday.

My brother can even provide entertainment for a whole hospital. He made a simple but huge mistake, he complained to my mom that the hospital was making his hands really dry. My mom told him to grab the tube of moisturizer and put some on his hands. He didn’t want to, so he tried to talk his way out of it. My mom insisted and pointed for him to grab a tube from the cart. So he did without reading. It was hard for him to squeeze it out and it felt “weird”. He continued to complain as he kept trying to rub it in and was sitting holding his hands up waiting for it to soak in when the nurse he had been flirting with came in.

She asked him what he put on his hands and he pointed to the tube. The nurse burst out laughing and started to have problems breathing. “What?” He asked, “Is it not moisturizer?” the nurse couldn't speak but shook her head to say no as she tried to get out of the room, perhaps she thought she could breath better in the hall. “What is it? What did I put on?”, my brother demanded. The nurse tried to say but couldn’t get it out, she was laughing to hard to speak. Eventually he knew what was on his hands. Only one thing would be in the room that would cause her to laugh so hard she would lose the ability to stand up straight as well as speak. “It’s some sort of anal lube cream isn’t it?” he asked. Her long hair flopped up and down in agreement before she doubled over and almost falling on the floor. Ever since he has since been in other parts of the hospital and seen nurses huddled together pointing and giggling.

As a girl she was a nerd who wore glasses. She once confided in me that she believed she probably caused her own bad vision. Her mother would turn off the lights in her room at bedtime, but she would pull out her books and read by the dim streetlights. She would stay up late disobeying her mom, rebelling in her own sweet way. I believe she was probably an awkward looking girl during those crucial middle and high school years. She has always kept here sweet, geeky, innocent and slightly mousy manor. But like a swan she became beautiful and only on the periphery realized it. The word I have heard most people use to describe her is precious.

Few would get to see any side of her that wasn't precious because her sweet innocent naivety is completely genuine. The only few to see any other side of her were probably very frightened. They didn't see a thin woman with strawberry blond hair and tiny rimmed glasses, they saw a mother bear protecting her cubs. The few times I saw this side of her, I was scared of her. She grew in size and the volume of her voice went to levels I didn't think possible, especially for my mom. I never saw anyone stand their ground against her when she was in she-hulk mode.

Back in the October 1st earthquake of 1986 or 1987 I had pulled out the cutting board to use the space to pour myself a bowl of cereal. I set the box down, popped off the cap of the milk carton and was about to pour the milk when the bowl of cereal jumped off the cutting board flipped over and fell to the floor. There was a huge bang, much louder than a bowl hitting the floor. I sounded like the every time in the house was dropped from a few feet off the ground. The hanging lamp in the living room was almost touching the ceiling. The walls seemed to be boeing and cabinet doors flew open. In a panic I started to run. not thinking which way was smart. I ran into the laundry room, the opposite direction of the front door. I tried to open the door to go through the laundry room to a room that would lead to the back door but the door wouldn't open. I spun around confused and overwhelmed, I didn't know what was going on or what to do so I just covered my head and crouched on the floor. That's when my mom came in looking to see why I hadn't followed the rest of the family out the front door. By the way the Chihuahua was the first one out of the house. My mom grabbed ahold of my arm yanked me up and ran back through the exploding kitchen, around the dining room of falling chairs and out the front door. I think my feet only touched the ground three times because she was holding me up the whole way. Did I mention I was in middle school at this time.

I love my mom. I take it as a huge compliment whenever someone says I'm even the slightest bit like her. I haven't found what will make me go mama bear yet but I do see lots of other similarities.

My mom has been really sick for weeks now and hasn't been able to shake this horrible flu that everyone seems to have... including me. My dad who has a huge phobia of hospitals called me a few hours ago to tell me he put her in the hospital today. My brother is going to LA tomorrow. I wish I could go too, but being sick with this horrible flu/cold travel would be bad for so many reasons. It would be bad for the people on the plane, my family, my mom, and even me. What if I infected my mom with something different even though it sounds the same.

My dental runs out at the end of the month and I have an appointment to get replacement fillings and other work done on wednesday. I also have a job interview a three hours after my dentist appointment which already had me sweating over drooling during the interview. Now I am worried about getting better in time for everything as well as keeping my appointments, and most importantly my Mom.

Hopefully now that I've gotten all these spastic thoughts out of my head I can finally get some sleep which I desperately need to get better... so I can do... something.

I want to thank everyone for their well wishes and help over the last few days, it really did help. I admit I feel very wounded and heartbroken, but my spirit hasn't been damaged. I am looking up and seeing a lot of rungs to climb. I'm just glad I have a ladder. I don't mind climbing back up again. I would however hate to be down a well without a way back out.

In you black tux you plotted and manipulated. You had me wrapped around your tail. I would awake when you commanded and give you the wet food favorite of the moment. I loved buying things I knew you would love. Tom called me crazy when I bought you a monstrous cat tree. He poo-pooed my ideas that you would love a kitty drinking fountain after I researched cats love of running water. I got great joy when you let Tom know he was very wrong. Of course I was also to blame for all the kitty outfits as well, but you seemed to put up with them since you got even more attention and kitty treats. Even though Had to wash my hands after I pet you and you would hold me hostage at night by sleeping on my feet, I love you so much.

Rest in peace little landlord.

Thanks for putting up with me all these years!

My head hurts. My heart aches. I'm confused. What just happened? I swear I was watching it all happen from outside. I was watching it happen to me. I'm unemployed. I guess I could only make it through so many layoffs. I wish I actually knew how many rounds I made it through, it has to be 30. Oh well. this chapter is complete. Too bad, I was really enjoying my job in our new location.

I got tagged on facebook so I did it... took me a few days... and I figured i'd post it here too.

1. I believe someone who is stressed out should be left alone with a roll of bubble wrap for 10 minutes.
2. I am not in touch with anyone I went to High School with, I am however still best friends with Phinny who I met in Kindergarten.
3. I was voted most changed at my 10 year high school reunion.
4. The first hand of Poker I ever played I got a royal flush, I have been unlucky at poker ever since.
5. I like to change my look frequently and style myself almost into a character. It fun to change how people perceive you when they first meet you.
6. I started at my current job as a one day temp gig, almost 10 years and 30 rounds of layoffs later, I’m still here.
7. I love onion dip.
8. I love remixes, remakes, covers and mashups. I like the mixture of familiar and new.
9. I consider myself to be a documentarian photographer.
10. I used to have a fear of eating fish, I was worried their tiny nearly invisible bones would get stuck in my throat and kill me.
11. My giant chocolate sectional couch is my favorite piece of furniture. Four grown ups could sleep comfortably on it . People have said it zaps their will to leave.
12. I think I would be very good at yoga, and want to try it, but have no desire to go to a class. Maybe I should get a DVD.
13. I dislike making reservations because I know as soon as I make one, something will cause me to miss/change it.
14. I’ve gotten over 200 allergy shots because I’m allergic to my cat John. The purring and snuggling make it all worth it.
15. My Car’s name is Licorice and I sometimes call him Lickey or Lickity.
16. I am a terrible procrastinator. I have been getting better and am currently listening to a book on “Getting things done”
17. I love audiobooks because my dyslexia makes me a very slow reader. When asked to read aloud if I don’t read the sentence at least twice first I may read something that isn’t written.
18. I hated reading “Lord of the Flies” because his over use of commas made me tired. Use a period. End your thought. Run-on sentences are very hard on dyslexics. I did however love the story.
19. I am also guilty of over using the comma.
20. Phinny and I met Sheryl Crow when she first released Leaving Las Vegas. Phinny asked held up Cameron and asked her, “Will you sign my little brother?” She refused. She has a really great laugh.
21. I would rather eat lunch early in the day and breakfast at night. Pancakes make me sleepy. Meal order should be Lunch-> Dinner->Breakfast.
22. I prefer to go to movies at night because coming out of a theater to bright sunlight really confuses my brain and body.
23. I owe thanks to a certain sexy straight guy who kissed me during a game of spin the bottle. He is the best kisser I’ve ever locked lips with and I made sure to take notes. I have gotten compliments on my kissing and I am really glad I pad attention to what he was doing. His wife is a very lucky woman.
24. I have never watched an episode of ER, 24, or House.
25. This morning I woke up with a song in my head, “The Captain of her Heart” by Double.


Also this made me so happy I tiered up.




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When I was in high school my closest friends live 20 miles away and went to different schools. we were a hodgepodge of different personalities. Matt the pot smoking Latin guttermouth who threw the word dude into every sentence at least five times. eugeneson the Korean funny guy who’s family constantly confused everyone. phinny, my best friend since kindergarten, Half Japanese and magnet for trouble. Eugene once said if someone wrote you as a character, nobody would believe you were real. Dan the Jewish Dungeonmaster with quick with his wit and a Depeche mode Obsession. Then there was Dave the quite possibly insane Mormon guy with the largest family I had ever seen. He had to share a room with his 8 year old sister. If you looked at Dave you would see a dork but he was popular and actually very cool- because he had no fear and was, as I said earlier, insane.

Dave invited me and the rest of our friends to go camping. Everyone thought it sounded like fun but one by one they all dropped out. It wasn’t until the trip was about to begin that I found out it wasn’t just camping it was Mormon camp. Dave assured me it was fine for me to go even though I wasn’t Mormon, “You won’t be the only one because we are supposed to invite our non-Mormon friends.” I just wanted to go camping so that was all the assurance I needed.

Mormon camp was actually really fun it was in the forest near a beach in central California and there was always a list of activities to complete. There were two camps one for boys and the other for girls, as Dave was the only guy I knew and I knew three Mormon girls I was a little disappointed that we weren’t allowed to mingle more. At first I was also disappointed that I wasn’t able to share my tent with Dave, I was asked to bunk with a tall skinny boy whose name I sadly can’t remember, I think it was Mike. He was a decent looking guy and was a bit socially awkward. He was clearly shy and really wanted to be friends, he tried very hard and failed often but I found it endearing. I thought it was strange someone wanted to be friends with me so badly.

When we setup our tent I should have know better, we installed it on a very slight incline. That night I woke up with Mike on top of me. He had rolled down the incline. I pushed him off, denying my inner voices. When I awoke up again he was snuggled up to me again, and again. Every time I awoke he was pressed against me. Gravity wanted us to touch.

As a seasoned camper I was very used to showering in the public bathrooms of camp grounds. I had prepared my waterproof kit with shampoo, soap, toothbrush and paste. Mike however didn’t seem to realize he was going to need to supply shampoo or soap so he asked if he could share mine. I had no problem with that at all. I even noted that since there was a troth for the shower water to run down I could slide the soap in it’s travel canister to the shower next-door for him, so we could shower at the same time in separate showers. I thought it was brilliant. So when he asked for the soap I slid it through and continued to shampoo and condition my hair. When I needed to use the soap I asked him to send it back. I knelt down by the troth to catch it from possibly passing into the next shower cubicle, and waited, and waited. I didn’t understand what was taking so long and started to look through the small opening, that’s when my shower door opened. And in walked Mike, naked and holding the soap. I froze terrified. He smiled and walked up to me, still kneeling, “Here you go, thanks” He stood there waiting for me to take the soap from his hands which I finally did. My heart was racing with terror as well as interest. I don’t know if I even said anything. After what seemed like minutes he turned and walked back to his shower and I finally stood back up.

I sometimes wonder if he is gay and what would have happened if we had another night to spend a tent that wanted us to be constantly touching.

 Jhelisa by All I Need from The Acid Jazz Test (Rating: 4)

No I haven’t taken up sharpie pens and spray paint. I’m finally going through my old post and tagging them, thus making my blog more searchable for others. I’m just not sure what tags I should create. I’ve already decided I’m not going to have a work tag, so if a coworker does find my LJ they’ll have to search the haystack. Anyone have suggestions for what Tags I should add? What tags do you use?

Sadly I finally have time to post but am uninspired to do so. John is still hanging in there but I think this has to be his last week, poor little kitty.


timbearcub -> I'm loving your latest podcast.

 RC 174: The Last Parkade Show by Radio Clash from mutantpop.net (Rating: 0)

Wheeeew. Last night I finally finished narrowing down my photos from 2008 to just the best ones. I couldn't get them all to fit into one Apple iPhoto-book... or even two. I had to make three. I condensed them down even more to create a web version. sadly I had to leave off a few photos that I were great but I felt other people wouldn't necessarily appreciate the photos of them being on the web. on that note if there is a picture I have put up of you that you would like me to removes, please let me know.

Warning each Gallery is 500 pictures... over 10 pages.
Best of 2008 Gallery 1

Best of 2008 Gallery 2

ewe_2 please make sure you check out page 7 of gallery 2. you mentioned you liked me without the moustache better... what about the pictures halfway down ;-)

I'm getting very anxious to see grubbybastard in the Inaugural Parade.

Please note some photos of me were not taken by me... but sadly a majority of them were actually taken by me. Tom loves to tease me about taking photos of myself, but if I didn't, who would. Lets face it I'm constantly changing. A friend on this list hit on me recently even though we have met a few times. He just didn't recognize me. I was so shocked that I didn't even respond. I think I just stared blankly.

Brilliant.

http://laughingsquid.com/bush-street-renamed-obama-street-in-san-francisco/