cgm13.net :: the boy wonder: May 2004

[Ouch!]
I suppose this means I really need to start wearing work gloves ...

The add in closet has now "gone the way of the dodo." Yes!

Oh. My. God. I think I have fallen in love (or at least lust). I heart bigmusclebears.com.

[Umm, no.]
... he's a gotten a little to "beefy" nowadays. Oh, well.

[Yum!]
I really do miss the good ole days when Blake Harper was lean and oh so sexy ...

The official announcement for the Criterion release of "Videodrome" is now up on their site. Hell yeah! This set is gonna be so sweet. Just look at those features ...

Today is the last day of National Masturbation Month. So, y'all have one more day to grab your goodies and use National Masturbation Month as the excuse as to why you "self love" a little more than you should. Blame it on National Masturbation Month and not the fact that you've been dateless for longer than you care to admit.

[One of us!]
Tod Browning's other masterpiece will finally hit dvd August 10th. Yes!

Something in you caused me to
Take a new tact with you
You were going through something
I had just about scraped through
Why do you think I let you get away
With the things you say to me?
Could it be I like you
It's so shameful of me, I like you

No one I ever knew or have spoken to
Resembles you
This is good or bad, all depending on
My general mood
Why do you think I let you get away
With all the things you say to me?
Could it be I like you
It's so shameful of me, I like you

Magistrates who spend their lives
Hiding their mistakes
They look at you and I, and
Envy makes them cry, Envy makes them cry

Forces of containment
They shove their fat faces into mine
You and I just smile
Because we're thinking the same lines
Why do you think I let you get away
With all the things you say to me?
Could it be I like you
It's so shameful of me, I like you

You're not right in the head and nor am I
And this why
You're not right in the head and nor am I
And this why
This is why I like you
I Like You - Morrissey

[Danny is not here ...]
Most sane people would immediately use anticeptic and bandage a nasty cut they received while doing home improvement. Most sane people wouldn't pay homage to Stephen King in their own blood (on an equally horrifying pink wall) and then snap a picture of it with their new digital camera. Most sane people then wouldn't proudly post a photo of this homage on their website. Most sane people ...

Other critics appeared to doubt the authenticity of the threat, which has not led to the level of the national security alert being raised. It remains at yellow, indicating an "elevated" level of risk two degrees away from the red "severe risk". - From the BBC

While government officials emphasized the importance of vigilance, they also said Americans should not panic. Ridge said Americans should enjoy the summer and "have some fun." - From CNN

Is is very odd that the administration says "this disturbing intelligence indicates al Qaeda's specific intention to hit the United States hard," reveals the names and photos of suspected terrorists, does not raise the terror alert status and then tells us to go "have fun." Mixed signals, eh? Could the Bush administration be using terror as a political tool? My, God! I'm shocked.

"US horror actor discovers he is 'Prince' of Afghan province."

There's a place in the sun for anyone who has the will
Chase one and I think I found mine
Yes, I do believe I have found mine
So, close your eyes
And think of someone you physically admire
And let me kiss you, oh
Let me kiss you, oh

But then you open your eyes
And you see someone that you physically despise
But my heart is open
My heart is open to you
Let Me Kiss You - Morrissey

Random Tidbits from an Irritated Blogger on a Irritating Thursday:
1) Paneling is down in the office. Now it's time to rip down the old dry wall. Whoo!
2) I heart my new digital camera.
3) This time next week I will be on a plane to Seattle.
4) The new Morrissey album kicks ass.

I'm all man, baby ... even if I do have a pink room in my house.

A good friend called last night. She's very upset with a situation that's been going on for quite some time now. It's health related. It's is something that I (and numerous others) have been trying to get her to see another doctor about. She has been stubborn about this ... only seeing her regular doctor though things were obviously not getting any better. Many people said "get a second opinion" to her. She is finally doing that this week. Finally.

I love her to death, but there is only so much of this I can take. There are only so many times that I can hear about the pain and lack of a life because of the pain before I start to tune out. I tuned out last night. Totally. I hate that I feel this way. It's unfair to her. Last night I wanted to say "told you so" to her so bad I almost couldn't stand it. I decided that I valued my life enough to keep my mouth shut.

I had forgotten how evil dry wall and the dust it creates is. In trying to rip down a very small section of the closet, I spread dust all over my scanner, zip drive, iMac, Powerbook ... everything. Needless to say that forced a quick evacuation of all expensive electronics from the room. Grrr. I now I have part of my desk set up in the living room. I hate remodeling.

Remember ... I told you the office used to be pink.

In Other News:
The "Home Improvement Machine" has cranked into high gear again. My Spring project was to get the paneling and old drywall down in my room and office so that I could install insulation and be all ready for the coming winter. Well, the Spring project is now the Summer project and Winter is gonna be here before you can say "Boo!" I have started in the office and hope to finished the demolition part of it by the end of the week. The bonus is that I will get to remove the second closet that was added to the room some years ago. Yea for more floor space! (Please Note: This mean potential pictures of me all manly and handyman-ish.) The shocking thing is that my office room used to be .... ugh, pink! I didn't think any self-respecting straight person (or gay for that matter) would actually paint their room pink. Ewwwwww!!!

[This is the New Flesh]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh! My! God!!! [Wipes tear from eye.]

"ooooooh, the soft transitional editing was way cool. But I have sorta a question. How come you didn't get around to washing the dirty parts? We know you have MUCH dirtier parts than you showed!

In answer to The Man's comment:
All I can say is that iMovie is a really fun program. I was able to trim the footage I shot and add those cool overlapping transitions to it. Sweetness! As for my "dirtier parts" ... I didn't want to give away the whole farm in the first clip I did. I gotta keep ya'll coming back for more. Heh, heh. Besides, some of you loyal readers have already "been there/seen that" (if'n you know what I mean).

For lack of anything better this morning, here's a list of the last few porn films that I have watched:
1) "The Bigger the Better" Falcon Studios, 1984
2) "ManPlay-08" Titan Media, 2003
3) "Convictions: Part I" Jocks, 2000
4) "Convictions: Part II" Jocks, 2000
5) "Command Performance" Falcon Studios, 1992
6) "The Backroom" Falcon Studios, 1995
7) "Stud Farm" Titan Media, 2004

[Homer Says ...]
Heh. Flaming queen poetry on the fridge!

So, he fell off his bike ... at his ranch ... in Texas. Does he ever spend time at the White House anymore?

Whew! It's Monday already. It's actually 1:00 p.m. already. Where has this day (and this past weekend) gone? Spent the weekend playing with the new camera, getting some work done, watching porn, drinking beer, doing laundry ... you know, the fun things in life. I did get to see the documentary "Spellbound" and really enjoyed it. I did get to see "Pitch Black" and really hated it. Vin Diesel's muscles sure don't make up for his total lack of talent.

The Sad But True Statement of Fact for the Day:
I did more than my share for National Masturbation Month this past weekend as well. I am sure ya'll wanted to know that.

Since some people don't want to get racier and some people are jealous of my "shooting abilities" ... I offer my first ever video post [2 MB]. Enjoy!

Yea for the weekend! Noble plans for tonight mainly center around a six-pack of my favorite beer and some porn/horror films. Whoo! The rest of the weekend should be fun and productive (well, at least productive) with various projects that need doing. Summer is in the air here in the mountains. Love might be as well. I need to get out there and work for it ...

And now you're taking applications for your love
You wanted certain specifications
I circled the one that said all the above ...
Ministry - Work For Love [4.3 MB]

So, my new and exciting Canon PowerShot S1 IS camera has a movie mode on it. Yep, this sucker will shoot a certain amount of full motion video with sound (depending on Flash Card size, of course). I didn't get any time to mess around with it last night, but I am hoping that I can import the footage into iMovie and play around with it. Tee hee ... more Mac nerdiness! But, you really know what this means ... don't you? Expect a few video posts to start showing up here at some point in the future.

In DVD news:
The next Invader Zim dvd will hit stores August 31st and is called "Progressive Stupidity."

In other news:
I was a very, very bad boy yesterday and bought myself a new toy. New Toys = Happiness.

One of the things that I discovered while in NYC is that Columbia has discontinued the really cool metal spine packaging for the Miles Davis box sets. Replacing them is a cheaper, standard long box format that has absolutely no personality. I guess "cheaper" is good for those wanting the sets but not wanting to outlay the hefty price tag for them. I, personally, am a fan of cool packing and would rather pop the extra dough to have something that looks cool on the shelf.

It's amazing how you think you can get some people out of your life, but instead they just hang in there like cold symptoms that never want to go away. "Evil" called last night all thrilled with his new cell phone. Grrr. It's the first time I have heard his voice since he ditched out of town a month ago. We chatted. He likes his job. He has a new car. Things in the big city are boring. There's nothing to do. He's gonna harass me on the phone when he's bored. I told him that if was going to call when he was bored, that I was going to call him when I was drunk, depressed and inconsolable.

It's nothing. Just a little blood to clean up ...

Yeah. That's a digital camera I am thinking about buying. Grrr. That's a bad sign. When I get on a kick about buying some expensive electronics item that means something is up. I have been thinking about something expensive for the last few weeks. That's why I didn't go to the Apple store in SoHo. I knew that I would blow a lot of money there. Could it be the come down from being in the Big City for a few days. Or is it because there's a question I wanna ask and I know that I will never work my nerve up to ask it. Distract myself with a new digital camera instead of thinking about a potential let down.

Maybe. Maybe not ...

New York City: 2004
I know you all have been waiting on pins and needles for this. Actually, if you read The Man's site as well, he has a good account already posted. Now for my version of events ... heh, heh.

May 12-13, 2004
Damn, freakin' train was late getting into the station. So, and hour after I supposed to board the train I was finally on my way. For some reason everyone was taking the train, so it was crowded and noisy. That coupled with the fact that the train stops eight times before dawn made getting any sleep difficult. I think I might have gotten two hours worth. We finally arrive (after 16 hours) in Penn Station and I beat it to the hotel. I really like the hotel. Rooms where on the small side, but who cares. When in NYC you generally are in the room long enough to sleep and that's it. The good points of the WJ is that the street it's on is pretty quiet and there's a subway stop just around the corner. Sweet. After a shower I'm all ready for my first big night on the town. The Man and I met at the Center on 13th street. This is where I got to see BJ in full porno hunting mode. Quite fun. I am sure that's what I look like when the horror section at the local dvd stores. After he gets a good deal on a zillion "After Dark" magazines, we head over to the West Side Piers Park. Nice. The Hudson glistening in the evening sun. The sounds of the city behind us. BJ pours over his magazines/books while I shamelessly stare/drool at all the joggers going by. We walk back through the village on the way to his place and decide to stop at a bar (what the hell was it's name?) for some beers. There we get hit on by some drunk older gentleman who informs us that we look like the Smith Brothers only cuter. Okay ... We finish the walk back to BJ's apartment where I discover that I would have indeed been sleeping on the kitchen floor if I had crashed there. I also discover just how much porno can be crammed into one room (see previous posts). Whoo! We hang for a bit and then head out to The Eagle where we discover that the dress code has changed from the previous year. That means no second floor/roof for us. Damn. I did have a nice watching these two hot fellas make out in a darkened corner. I am such a wallflower in a bar situation. It gets late and I head back to the hotel ... but not before my cab is hit by BJ's cab. Crazy. That makes "cab mishap" number one.

May 14, 2004
After a nice breakfast (mmmm, bacon), I meet up with BJ for a trip to the Bronx Zoo. Cool place. We wander around looking at the various animals and try to stay one step ahead of the hoards of school children there. The highlight was getting to watch some gorillas fuck. Not at all what you would think it would be. They were very affectionate with each other. Later in the day I had fun by forcing BJ to go through "The World of Darkness" where all the bats and such are kept. Sweet! We leave the zoo and decide to hang out and eat some pizza/watch some television at his place. A nice quite kinda evening with porn, "South Park" and "The Simpsons." Plus, I did get to meet the roomie (who has a very delicious New Zealand accent).

May 15-17, 2004
After another nice breakfast (mmmm, more bacon), Steve and I stood on line and got cheap tickets to the matinee of "Assassins." I really liked the show. Good performances, very creative direction and design. I would recommend it. After the show, I meet up with BJ for some margaritas. Two "grandes" later I discover that BJ can't handle his liquor. Heh, heh. We walk over to Tompkins Park to watch the dogs in the dog run (actually the cute dogs owners were who we were after). Back at his place, I surf the web for porn and hot bear daddies while he naps. We head out for some food (good food/bad service), thunderstorms and another bar that is playing one of the worst mixes of music I have ever heard. BJ falls in love (or lust as the case may be). I enjoy people watching ... especially the muscle guy who was pulling a teenage girl thing by wearing a shirt just short enough to show of his midrif. The bad DJ-ing finally drives us from the bar and we part company. On the way back to the hotel a car swerves out of oncoming traffic and tags the front of the cab I am in. What is it with me and cabs? Geez. Sunday is spent packing up and getting to the train station for the long haul back home.

I had a lot of fun and want to, again, say a big thank you to BJ for showing me around and putting up with me for a couple of days.

With gas now at $1.96 at the cheap station on my end of town, the question is this how long can I ride around with the "need gas" light on before:
A) I totally run out of gas in the Jeep.
B) The price slips back down a couple of cents.

... because you really miss out on all those details in the background.

Yeah. I hung out with BJ a lot while in NYC. I wish this picture of him hadn't turned out so dark ...

Yeah. I do realize that I owe y'all my New York story. It's coming ...

Hmmm. The art for the new Cure album is interesting ...

Grrr. Definitely starting to slow down and it's not even 12:30. I really need a few hours of good sleep. So tired. Whaaaaaaa! (Yeah. This is to try and make you feel sorry for me even though I did just spend time in NYC partying and you didn't.)

Hi. I'm back. New York City was a total blast. Great weather. Great sites seen. Fantastic host who carted my sorry southern ass all over the place. More details will be posted later when I have the brain power to put it all down. The train left NYC yesterday at 3:00 p.m. and arrived at 5:45 a.m. That was enough time to drive home, shower, pack lunch, drop film of for developing and beat it here to work. Needless to say, I'm gonna need a nap ... soon.

Do-do-do. Time to go. Time to finish up work and get the hell outta dodge. You may hear from me again before Monday. You may not. Ya'll be good this coming weekend!

Must. Not. Kill. Bosses. Or. Co-Workers.

Now I am starting the get nervous/excited as the work days draws closer to an end. I gotta remember and pack good. I know I will forget something ...
1) Books for Train Ride. Check
2) Snack for Train Ride. Still Need
3) Maps and Directions. Check
4) Film for Camera. Still Need
5) Jockstrap. Check
6) Cock Ring. Check
Hey, you never know what's gonna happen ...

So, I have decided not to take the Powerbook on the trip. Quite honestly, it's a very silly notion to think that I would actually take the time to blog while there. I gotta remember to go by and get some film for the camera so that I can at least have photographic evidence of all the fun and madness. Heh, heh.

Plus!
"Evil" straight people really shouldn't send you (that is "me") an e-mail with the closing statement: "Hope your day is rockin' out with cocks out." Grrr.

~~Damn. I knew I was gonna jinx it, and I apparently did. Grrr.~~

You know ... at some point I really need to switch over all the "photo" pages to the new design.

Yow! The trip to NYC is on the doorstep. Gotta figure out how I am gonna pack for the trip ... light (meaning four t-shirts, one pair of paints, one pair of shoes, four sets of boxers and socks) or heavy (double or triple the above list). Plus, trying to decide whether to take the laptop as well as the hotel claims to have FREE high speed internet in all the rooms. That way I could "blog" the whole trip. That would be kinda fun. Decisions, decisions!

DOOM!

"I'm gonna sing the doom song."
Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom. Doomy, doom! Doomy, doom! Doomy, doomy, doom, doom. Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom.

Tired, cranky, too much work to get done by Wednesday, stomach feeling unsettled ...
Yea for Monday. Grrr.

It really sucks when you get in the bathroom and get all "ready" to do your part for National Masturbation Month only to discover a very angry yellow jacket has become an uninvited guest. Talk about a mood killer.

[All Ready to Work]
Yes. I am more "hot, sweaty construction man" than anyone can handle.

Have you heard the new single from The Cure's self-titled album that hits stores this June? Well, now you can! I think it's a good tune ... but I am probably biased since The Cure is one of my favorite bands. Check it out for yourself ...
The Cure: The End of the World [4.67 MB]

You want to know what the crazy thing is? When you become a homeowner (especially of an older home like I have), you find that you want to make improvements and such. Now, you may ask, "Why is that so crazy?" Wanting to change stuff isn't what's bad. The fact that I am probably going to give up a beautiful Saturday afternoon to rip down paneling in my bedroom and office is what's crazy. And, truth be told, I think I would much rather do that than go see a movie or take a walk in the woods. Crazy.

Things to do while in New York City:
1) Go the Apple Store in SoHo.
2) Catch up with the man.
3) Eat lots of good food.
4) See as many new sites as possible.
5) Maybe see a Broadway/Off-Broadway show.
6) Go crazy on the 15-hour train ride there and back.

Hmmm. I wonder how often one can engage in that ole "Party of One" thing and be considered to be celebrating National Masturbation Month a little too much.

"oie!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tipo amei seu blog pareci la nu meu e comenta falow? bjaum!"

So, anyone who can translate the above statement (which seems to be Brazilian Portuguese) will get a "gold star" for the day. I have been able to get some, but not all, of it figured out.

Looks like it will be August 24th for the release of the final dvd box of "Futurama." A date of July 20th has been set for the first season of "Millennium." You can see cover art and specs here. Dr. Phibes, I'm looking in your direction ...

Take a wild guess where I will be one week from now ...

Hi and welcome to the new look here. I have been wanting to do something "Peanuts" for a while. The publication of that collection this week gave me the "kick in the ass" that I needed to get it done. I have been wanting to add some color and get away from all the greys, black and dark blues. Plus, that monkey theme, while cute, was just a bad idea (as you close friends will understand). If the Schultz Estate and United Features Syndicate don't pop me for copyright infringement, I'll be good to go.

About those pesky self-esteem issues:
Yeah. I know people are gonna give me grief for calling myself "everybody's favorite loser." I mean in the most loving way possible. Charlie Brown is a loser. He's bad at lot of things (especially baseball). He can never ever work up the nerve to say anything to that little red-haired girl. Does that sound familiar? He's well liked by all his friends. And no matter how bad things are, he always manages to see the bright side of life. And that, my friends, is a good thing.

Hey, look ... it's yet another design. Surprise!

You know, I don't know what would be better ... to have "Evil" still here or down in Florida. When he was here in town I generally heard from him only on the weekends and very rarely got e-mail from him. Now that he has some desk job in Florida, he e-mails at least once a day if not more. Grrrr. So much that "out of sight, out of mind" crap.

Grrr! I had totally forgotten that May is National Masturbation Month. That works out well as I have already been celebrating. You should celebrate too!
[via The Corky]

All I can say is that "The Complete Peanuts: Dailies and Sundays, 1950 - 1952" is quite possibly the greatest book ever. Plus, I got the bonus of "browsing" in the bookstore since the cute bookseller fella was working. *Sigh* Now if only I could work up the nerve to get flirty or maybe ask him out for some coffee. Damn my shyness.

In Drinking News:
Today is Cinco De Mayo! The holiday of Cinco De Mayo, The Fifth Of May, commemorates the victory of the Mexicans over the French army at The Battle Of Puebla in 1862. It is primarily a regional holiday celebrated in the Mexican state capital city of Puebla and throughout the state of Puebla, but is also celebrated in other parts of the country and in U.S.cities with a significant Mexican population. It is not, as many people think, Mexico's Independence Day, which is actually September 16. So, go party! Eat some Mexican food! Drink some cheap Mexican beer ... lots of cheap Mexican beer!!!

Whee! My copy of "The Complete Peanuts: Dailies and Sundays, 1950 - 1952" has arrived at the local-ish bookstore. Now if only the cute bookseller fella will be there when I go to pick the book up after work ...

In other news: I hope to have a surprise for ya'll later this evening or tomorrow.

Don't forget: We are only one week away from ultimate dvd doomy doom!!!

Dear Mr. Motorcycle Driver,
When you are parked under the big shed that cover the gas station, please don't sit and rev you engine constantly. The sound was so loud that I could feel my eardrum vibrate. Maybe you are wearing earplugs? Maybe the helmet is so padded inside that you can't tell just how loud that engine is? Maybe you just don't give a shit and feel like you need to overcompensate for your small penis? Regardless ... when we people standing in line to pay up stare at you in disgust, don't stare back at us with total contempt.
Sincerely,
Chas., Fellow Gas Station Customer

Mmmm, French Horror! Too bad we have to wait until this fall to experience it.

Ah, back at work with so much to do that I can't figure out what to do first. Prioritizing has never been one of my stronger attributes. Grrrr.

The weekend was busy but mostly uneventful. Friday night was spent as planned ... drinking some beer and watching some porn until the wee hours of the morning. On thing that I did figure out was that I don't own nearly enough porn. I need more!

Saturday I cleaned the house in anticipation of a Cinco de Mayo party that I was throwing on Sunday. I ran out and got some party supplies and ended up buying five dvds as well. Grrrr. I really need to stay out the electronics department. The movies that I bought are: "Frankenstein: The Legacy Collection," "The Towering Inferno," "Ghosts of the Abyss," "Godzilla: The King of Monsters" and "Rodan." The main consolation about such rampant movie buying is that three of the films were only $5.99 each.

Sunday was spent painting a chair (long story) and hosting that early Cinco de Mayo party. Damn, damn, damn. There ended up being several cute fellas there, but that didn't do me a lot of good. Damn straight men.

So, now it's back to work! Whoo.