Stupid Me

As I was coming home last night, I think the fact that there was a fire in a house not far from where I live had me a bit distracted. When I was pulling into my garage, I scraped the front end of my car on the corner of the garage. GOD DAMMIT! Here are a couple of pics to show you what happened. I tried to wash it off, but most of it is scraped paint. After all the small issues like this one, I just might have to get the new Lexus IS. And, NO, I'm not doing it on purpose.

The End of my Vaction is Here

Sadness. I just got an email regarding my "orientation day" for the start of work. It will be on Monday, October 31. That would be this coming Monday. Of all days, it would have be Halloween. Oh well, boo hoo squish squish, right? That's OK, it will be the start of double income for me. I guess I better start weening off the boozing that I've been doing on my alcoholiday. Plus, I'll have to start going to bed at a reasonable hour. But, it will all be worth it when I'm bringing home tons of cash. Word, boyeeeeeeeee.

Continuation of I Love the 80's - 1983

1. Jaws III - 3D
2. Star Search
3. Munchichis
4. Herbie Hancock - Rockit
5. Mr. Mom the movie
6. Monty Python's The Meaning of Life
7. Return of the Jedi
8. St. Elsewhere
9. The Truly Tasteless Jokes books
10. Kiss with no makeup
11. Jheri Curls - Soul Glow
12. Jesse Jackson - 1984 Election
13. Press Your Luck - No WHAMMIES!
14. Sharp Dressed Man - ZZ Top
15. Reading Rainbow
16. Mr. Wizard's World
17. Quiet Riot - Come on Feel the Noize
18. Terms of Endearment

A List from I Love 1982

1. CATS the play
2. TRON the movie
3. VCRs - VHS or Beta??
4. Roseanna by Toto
5. BMX bikes to do tricks
6. Tootsie the movie
7. Bow Wow Wow - I Want Candy
8. Valley Girls at the mall
9. Benneton, Guess, Spensers, Tiffany performing at the mall
10. Headbands, mesh tops
11. $25,00 Pyramid
12. The Epcot Center opened
13. "Gag me with a spoon"
14. Victor/Victoria
15. Cyanide in Tylenol capsules
16. Rambo: First Blood
17. Tommy Tutone - 867-5309

Oh yeah, I was 8/9 years old then. I'm old, but I still look young. Sorry 'bout your luck.

Good Times

I'm currently watching I love the '80s on VH1. Too fucking funny! It's always fun to watch what we grew up on. Everything was SO CHEESY...although we'll probably think the same when we're watching I Love the 2000's on VH1 in 20 years. Just a quick snipet of what was shown on this show: Penny Racers, Fed Ex's fast talker, the first portable computer (that was the size of a suitcase), the Erasermate II (the eraseable pen), and Gimme a Break with Nell Carter. Ahh, good times. Next up is I love 1982. I'll fill you in on that in another post. TOTALLY AWESOME.

Drama

All I have to say is that there is major gay drama going on with my friends. Not just a couple, but a couple of couples. The hardest part for me is to be bipartisan. I've talked to three of the four involved in one day and I feel like I've not contributed one thing. If anything, I hope that they are communicating with each other on an equal level. I have a feeling that they aren't, per the phone calls. Regardless, they all mean a lot to me and I hope that they can resolve things. If not, the near future will be a sad time.

What a Shitty Day

It's nasty, cold and rainy out today. Along with that, the Bengals are losing and there is nothing else on TV to watch. And I can't start boozing until 6:00 (a personal rule). I'm just hoping Chris takes a break in a few minutes to have sex. That will pass some time and will give me someone, I mean something, to do. Hannah is being needy today and I'm not in the mood for it. We need to get another fucking dog stat.

Tonight's Agenda

It involves bowling, beer and buddies. And maybe going out later on as well. So, if you're in for some PBA-style bowling, let me know and we'll meet you at Stones Lanes, bitches.

The New Union Station is Cool

The longtime mainstay of gay restauranteering in Cincinnati is now over. Carol's on Main got bought out by Union Station (out of Columbus, I believe). I went there for happy hour - which serves $1 bottles of beer from 4-8 - and really, really enjoyed it. As I mentioned to a couple of friends, it is such a refreshing change from the numerous "changes" Carol's went through. Finally, there is a real menu, not just adding or subtracting a couple of items like Carol's would do. Also, they changed the seating arrangement to all high-top tables and nixed the tired old boothes that were in there. In typical Union Station fashion, they put video screens up everywhere - very nice to not have to strain your neck to watch a video or whatever it is they might be playing. Also, they've added NTN trivia. Chris and I are both big fans of the trivia. In fact, I won a $5 drink certificate for coming in first place in trivia tonight. Sweet! They do that all throughout happy hour. All in all, I think the owners did a fantastic job with the little bit of space they had to work with. The upstairs wasn't opened tonight, but I'm dying to see how they'll treat the space. Hmm, maybe an erotic dance bar with naked go-go boys? Not likely with Simon Leis still employed.

I Know it's Been a While...

But, John & Laura Wooley rule. By the way, how's the new puppy treating you? Are you fa-shittzled? I mean fa-shizzled?

Oh Momma

My friend Momma is going to somewhere in Tennessee this weekend with his boy to see Sordid Lives live. I'm jealous; what a great movie. I think that some of my favorite movies are the Indie movies that make it big (or at least into the mainstream). Sordid Lives is fucking hilarious. As the movie title suggests, it's "A Black Comedy About White Trash." The inital attraction among the gay community was that the story was being told via a gay guy. However, the real fun comes with the rest of his family. His "down home" family. It's one of those films that causes people at parties to start the quote game. Similar to the Caddyshacks and Fletches of back in the day. By the way, I know that was a sentence fragment, but I don't give a fuck. Regardless, I'm jealous of Momma and his boy for seeing a recent all-time classic in the flesh. All I want is a damn phone call from Brotherboy on my voicemail so that I can share it with friends. (Like NN1 did).

I Love Costco

It's my favorite club store to go to for all sorts of things. Today, I went and got gas ($0.10 cheaper than every other place), bought toiletries, paper towels, and more boxers. The best part is that you get so much for the price compared to traditional grocery stores. On the opposite side of the coin, Costco can also get me into trouble. They have so many different things there that are tempting, and I always end up buying more than I originally intended. For example, we don't need a vat of dry roasted peanuts, but I walked out of there with one. We also don't need a jug of wine, but it's such a deal, I can't pass it up. Needless to say, I can overlook this one downfall. I might be in more trouble if we lived closer to one. It's a good thing that going to Costco is a "special trip" or else I might be in the poor house. And I'd have a housefull of STUFF in bulk.

Our Newest Purchase

Chris and I have been wanting a firepit for the longest time, but hadn't been really pressed to go out and get one. Well, with the season for them quickly approaching, we went out and bought one. Here's a picture of it assembled - we like the fact that it has screening all the way around and also has a chimney to help keep the smoke from blowing all over. We looked high and low and got this one at Lowes. Although, the stupid fucks at Lowes did not know how to use their computer systems properly. After being told that two different stores had some, it turns out that they really didn't. I guess the third time is a charm, because we got one at a third location. I digress. What this ultimately means is that we're due for a party in the near future. Keep your eye out for an Evite (if you're lucky).

My Dog is a Fucking Bitch

Literally and figuratively. The little shithead will run off the porch if she sees other dogs or people coming down the street. It doesn't happen all the time, but if she does, once she starts she won't stop. If and when we get another dog, we're DEFINITELY getting an invisible fence put in. Otherwise, I just might kill the little whore.

I Rule

Last night, Chris, Laura Wooley, John Wooley and I played Texas Hold 'em. I won. I rock.

As a Celebation...

I've had a couple of adult beverages. I figure that these nights are numbered, so why not enjoy them while they exist? Cheers, mates!


SIDEBAR: I'm done talking about my employment status... I know it's boring as shit, but that's all I've had to talk about lately. Loos - Out.

The Interview Today

I just got back from my third interview at P&G. It went pretty well, I guess. I interviewed with three people at the same time and they asked me all sorts of questions about leadership and times that I've displayed leadership. After the questions, I met two assistant brand managers and went to lunch with them. I got to ask them some of the nitty gritty questions about daily life and their impressions of the overall company. Everyone seemed really nice (although I'm sure they are to any interviewee). Well, as I was in my car paying at the parking garage, my phone started to ring. But, I couldn't get it out of my pocket in time. Whoever it was left me a message. It turned out to be this guy Jeff that was one of the interviewers. By getting a phone call so quickly, I assumed it was one of those, "we really appreciate you interviewing, but unfortunately there wasn't a fit for this position." Instead it went, "we really appreciate you interviewing and would like to extend you an offer." NO FUCKING WAY! I can't believe it, I did it! I'll be working for the ultimate man! Now if I can get this company to leave Cincinnati like my past three employers, that will be a noteworthy feat. Thanks to everyone who was rooting for me.

One Last Thing

Tomorrow's my third interview with P&G. Wish me luck, bitches. I mean wish me luck, wonderful people of the world.

Why are Oreos so Fucking Good?

I bought a pack of them, which I never do, but have torn through about half the pack in three nights. It's one of those foods that I rarely buy - and thank God because I'd be a house - that I forget taste so good. Another cookie, since I'm on the subject, are Nutter Butters. They rule, aight? Another fucking yummy food are the Hussman's jalepeno kettle chips. Again, I could eat the whole bag in one sitting. At the same time, my mouth would be on fire, but I am capable of doing it. One last vice of mine are Reece's Peanut Butter Cups. If I were stranded on a desert island, that would be what I'd want. An endless supply. And some insulin.

I am FUCKING Bored

That's all I have to say.

Here's Today's Project

I bought these record album frames almost a year ago and never got around to putting them up. So, today, I went to Everybody's Records and bought some to fill them. I have no idea what happened to either my or Chris's that we owned from when records were the thing to listen to. Anyway, I found some pretty cool ones and hung them above our couch in the living room today. I like the new look - it's definitely a conversation piece. It also ssssspices up the house. That's all I did today.

Thursday at Maryoke

Last night, Chris and I went to karaoke at Hamburger Mary's, otherwise known to the gay folk as Maryoke. The crowd was kind of light at first, but as in usual gay fashion, business picked up big time around 11:00. It was a fun crowd; the whole reason I wanted to go last night is because my friend Joe came in town from L.A. and haven't seen him in forever. It was a pretty fun crowd and the music didn't suck too bad. I even got propositioned for a 3-way. Ha! After telling this person, thanks, but no thanks, he kept complimenting me on my tattoo. Nice try, dude. Anyway, I ended up driving home because I thought Chris was looking a little too tipsy. I think my suggestion was a good one. He slurred a few times on the way home. My little drunk hubby, how cute.

I am so STOKED!

I just got a call back from Procter & Gamble and they want me to come back in for another interview and lunch! I can't believe that last dude I interviewed with recommended me. After all that anguish he put me through, well, I guess it doesn't matter. They want me back! Then again, who wouldn't. No snide comments please.

The Painting is Finished

I finally finished painting the stairway and upstairs hall. Thanks to Jim and Rob for letting me use their sweet fold-up scaffolding ladder. If it wasn't for that, there's no way I could have gotten up by the ceiling on the side of the steps. Now, I'm going to celebrate with some wings and beer at BW-3. It doesn't take much for me to celebrate stuff with beer. *burp*

So, My Interview Sucked

At least that was my impression. As a reminder, I had a face-to-face interview at P&G today and the guy interviewing me seemed pretty unimpressed with my answers. Also, I did all the talking. No feedback, no positive body language, and I only got to ask two questions after the interview. Not very encouraging. On my way home, Momma asked if I could take him to his car from the dealer. I said sure, as long as he stopped on the way home to get a beer with me. Well, that turned into about 5 beers. When I got home, Chris has been buried in his book since I got home. I guess I'm being punished, who knows. I must be a bad person, because that's the feeling I've been getting all day. Boo hoo on me, right?

Hmm, I Never Would Have Guessed

You know that song by Chuck Berry "My Ding-a-Ling?" I just googled it and this was the first result. Quote, "Even though he wrote many Rock classics, this novelty song is Berry's only #1 hit. This is about a young boy who discovers his penis. Berry was good at making sexual references that did not seem offensive." Really?????

Holy Shit

I just called Lexus to get a price on the 60,000 mile service would be for my car. They quoted me $625. Yikes. So then I called a place the my dad always goes to when he services his car and it's still up there at $475. The good thing about it (I guess) is that it includes all possible fluids. If any of them look ok, they'll deduct from the price. Even so, holy shitballs from hell.

As Promised

I finally went through with my mention earlier this month. I did it. I got a tat. Here are some pictures of it. The funny thing is, I originally wanted a tribal sun, but when I was looking for samples on the internet, I came across what was called a tribal spider and LOVED it. So, that's what I got. The experience was really great. Chris, Scott, Rob and I all went to two different places in Northside. We first went to Designs by Dana, but I didn't really see anything there that peaked my interest. Plus, they were all very busy at the time and it turns out that they were booked for the entire day. So, then we went to Skincraft and the tattoo artist was just finishing up with someone. No one else was waiting, so I decided to go for it. Jeremiah Ferguson was the guy who did it and was fantastic. He was very patient, described everything he was going to do before he did it and made sure that I was cool with proceeding. Not only that, but he was very patient and every once in a while he asked if I was doing OK. Being a tat virgin, I'm sure he expects that someone might start to feel sick, get nauseous, or even pass out. But, he took his time and kept "checking up" on me. The best part was that he was fucking hilarious! That definitely helped take my mind off the pricking. As far as the pain goes, I didn't know what to expect. Once he started, and pretty much throughout the process, it really wasn't bad. I would describe the pain as being pinched by two fingernails (like an older sister would do). There were only two points during the whole process that it actually bothered me, but it was over in a second. The aftercare is not bad at all either - I just have to put lotion on it twice a day for a couple of weeks. All in all, the experience was great and I highly recommend going to Jeremiah if you're going to get inked. He did a fantastic job in my opinion, but you can be the judge from the pictures. I can say I'm no longer a tattoo virgin. Hmm, maybe I need another. Regardless, my parents are going to shit when they find out.

Here is the Fruit of my Labor

The first picture shows what it looked like before painting. The other two are post-painting. As you can see, it was very plain and drab. I think the new look is much better. It would look much different in person, so to see the real difference, you'd have to be here in person. C'mon over and check it out.