Hello all. This is a fantastic music video, kinda creepy, but a great song.
Credits:
Goldfrapp - "Number 1"
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Music Video of the Month
Purpetuating the Stereotype
Let me just start by saying this is my first official rant via blog.
As all or many of you know, we (David, Mike, Parker (the dog) and me) moved to a new place in Cortez Hill. Everything is lovely, thank you for asking--couldn't ask for better. Well, I applied for my new parking permit for the Cortez Hill area, and when I was on the phone with the DMV they mentioned that my registration has been suspended. What!? They mentioned that they sent out a letter a couple months ago stating that they needed to have documentation of financial responsibility (aka: a copy of my insurance card). I had already taken care of this months ago shortly after the letter arrived and I guess it wasn't resolved on their end. They gave me some other phone number to call, called said number, spoke to the entire phone tree until they got someone who could help me. And once I got them on the phone, they were like, "Oh yeah, the last person forgot to, like, click the 'finalize' button and process the whatever. It should clear in 48-hours." Stupid--but lovely. Okay...
Called the DMV 2-days later, still didn't clear and the DMV was like, "oh no, it takes 5-days to clear." Okay. Thanks. Called again the next week--nothing. Called the day after--nothing. Called the day ofter that--NOTHING. I'm pissed. I've been taking copious notes of my conversations with everyone I've had--I'm writing names, numbers, dates, times, anything I can. I have two pages of notes listing this whole dilemma out. Why, you may ask? Protection. I have it in my car with me for now if I should get pulled over or whatever I will be able to use those notes to possible persuade the police officer.
ANYWAY, the entire point of all this back-story is so you can get an understanding of the California DMV. I have never been one to bitch about the DMV or government agencies of the like. I know they are a necessary evil and I feel badly for the people that work at those jobs. However, the California DMV is beyond a "necessary" evil and just plain evil. They jerk you around, they don't give a shit about you as a "customer," and frankly they just chap my ass. I fart in their general direction. Shitheads.
As all or many of you know, we (David, Mike, Parker (the dog) and me) moved to a new place in Cortez Hill. Everything is lovely, thank you for asking--couldn't ask for better. Well, I applied for my new parking permit for the Cortez Hill area, and when I was on the phone with the DMV they mentioned that my registration has been suspended. What!? They mentioned that they sent out a letter a couple months ago stating that they needed to have documentation of financial responsibility (aka: a copy of my insurance card). I had already taken care of this months ago shortly after the letter arrived and I guess it wasn't resolved on their end. They gave me some other phone number to call, called said number, spoke to the entire phone tree until they got someone who could help me. And once I got them on the phone, they were like, "Oh yeah, the last person forgot to, like, click the 'finalize' button and process the whatever. It should clear in 48-hours." Stupid--but lovely. Okay...
Called the DMV 2-days later, still didn't clear and the DMV was like, "oh no, it takes 5-days to clear." Okay. Thanks. Called again the next week--nothing. Called the day after--nothing. Called the day ofter that--NOTHING. I'm pissed. I've been taking copious notes of my conversations with everyone I've had--I'm writing names, numbers, dates, times, anything I can. I have two pages of notes listing this whole dilemma out. Why, you may ask? Protection. I have it in my car with me for now if I should get pulled over or whatever I will be able to use those notes to possible persuade the police officer.
ANYWAY, the entire point of all this back-story is so you can get an understanding of the California DMV. I have never been one to bitch about the DMV or government agencies of the like. I know they are a necessary evil and I feel badly for the people that work at those jobs. However, the California DMV is beyond a "necessary" evil and just plain evil. They jerk you around, they don't give a shit about you as a "customer," and frankly they just chap my ass. I fart in their general direction. Shitheads.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
"Who are you calling a cootie queen?"
Okay y'all. If you haven't seen this commercial, please tune in. It's so freaking funny. Enjoy.
Not Mono. Solo.
Okay friends, thankfully I do not have mono. I just had a throat-closing incident is all. I looked up online and it mentioned that a severe sore throat can be completely stress induced. I've also had a minute case of hives (which I get when I'm stressed out) and I'm thinking they are both related--to the break-up. I know, random, lame, call it what you will, but that's the status on that. That's all I got!
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Mono?
Where do I even start with this little story. Well, Memorial Day Monday was just like any other day (excluding the fact that it was a paid vacation day off work--holla), except when I woke up, I had a scratchy throat. I thought nothing of it really at first. As the day progressed it kinda got a little worse. Like it was getting painful to drink and swallow. Weird, right? Well I thought to myself let's give it 24-hours and maybe it will clear up, because that's what they say. Sometime in the evening though I sent an email to my boss and the receptionist at work saying there's a chance that I will have to go to the doctor's office in the morning. So I go to bed, wake up the next morning... I could barely breathe. I describe it like an anorexic was choking me. Like, I could respire okay, but it came with a more work than the standard zero point zero zero effort. Freaky! Right? I went to the urgent care up the street from my place (okay, so like 10-blocks but same diff') and they saw me right away. They were asking me all these questions and taking all my vitals and my glads were super swollen (like, I had restricted movement of my head they were so swollen), and the back of my throat was red, like, blood red, like totally infected.
They swabbed my for strep throat, but that was negative--thank goodness right? They then said, "Well, you don't have strep, but you have all the signs of Mono." Mono!? Shit! So they said there's no real test for Mono, except, well, there is, but they have to wait like 5-days after you contract mono to do the test, then it takes like 5-days for the test results to come back and by that point you're either better or dead, I guess. All they could do is give me a prescription for some steroids that will dramatically help my swelling. They proceeded to administer a shot of mega-steroids (so I would start my prescription the next day) and I got the shot right in the fat of my ass. The lady was like, "Good job. Not a flinch, no blood, nothing." I go, "I know, I got a lot of ass back there." Honestly, yeah, I said that. Within 20-minutes the meat of my ass felt like it was hit by a baseball, but like, a baseball on fire. It was sore and it burned, but shortly my throat returned to normal with only a minimal and faint scratchy feeling, like if I ate a tortilla chip and it went down sideways. Relief. So now I'm taking a steroid prescription for 5-days, and if the swelling comes back after 5-days I have Mono. If I don't I just had a swollen shut throat phenomenon. What else... Oh but the steroids side affects are a whole other basket of issues to deal with. Following are said side affects:
1) May cause sleeplessness: the first night I took the administered super-shot of steroids, I slept a total of 2-hours the whole night, but I was completely energized. It was crazy. They called the next day for a check-up call, and I asked them if that was typical. The person whom I spoke with said that the last person that had the steroid shot cleaned her whole house, top to bottom, in and out, overnight--in one night. That was me too I guess because I went to the grocery store, cleaned, worked out for an hour and a half THEN got ready for work and started my day. It was nuts.
2) Increase of appetite: Now I'm not sure to what level this means, but I have noticed I'll eat just about anything right now. I usually inhale food, yes, but since I've been on the medication I just eat anything and everything. My eyes haven't been bigger than my stomach once.
3) Upset stomach: I get heartburn sometimes, not too badly, but occasionally. All week though I've had to take like 2 pepcids a day. Very unusual.
These symptoms, after reading the possible other side affects, I will gladly and happily take. Following are a list of other side affects: black stools, "coffee-ground" vomit (seriously!), puffy face, seizures, thinning skin, unusual hair growth, vision changes. It's like, what the hell... Anyway, that's what I'm dealing with right now kids. It's always something. I hope you enjoyed my little story. There's no way to wrap this one up except by saying Mono (or something like it) has been a pain in my ass. Cheers.
They swabbed my for strep throat, but that was negative--thank goodness right? They then said, "Well, you don't have strep, but you have all the signs of Mono." Mono!? Shit! So they said there's no real test for Mono, except, well, there is, but they have to wait like 5-days after you contract mono to do the test, then it takes like 5-days for the test results to come back and by that point you're either better or dead, I guess. All they could do is give me a prescription for some steroids that will dramatically help my swelling. They proceeded to administer a shot of mega-steroids (so I would start my prescription the next day) and I got the shot right in the fat of my ass. The lady was like, "Good job. Not a flinch, no blood, nothing." I go, "I know, I got a lot of ass back there." Honestly, yeah, I said that. Within 20-minutes the meat of my ass felt like it was hit by a baseball, but like, a baseball on fire. It was sore and it burned, but shortly my throat returned to normal with only a minimal and faint scratchy feeling, like if I ate a tortilla chip and it went down sideways. Relief. So now I'm taking a steroid prescription for 5-days, and if the swelling comes back after 5-days I have Mono. If I don't I just had a swollen shut throat phenomenon. What else... Oh but the steroids side affects are a whole other basket of issues to deal with. Following are said side affects:
1) May cause sleeplessness: the first night I took the administered super-shot of steroids, I slept a total of 2-hours the whole night, but I was completely energized. It was crazy. They called the next day for a check-up call, and I asked them if that was typical. The person whom I spoke with said that the last person that had the steroid shot cleaned her whole house, top to bottom, in and out, overnight--in one night. That was me too I guess because I went to the grocery store, cleaned, worked out for an hour and a half THEN got ready for work and started my day. It was nuts.
2) Increase of appetite: Now I'm not sure to what level this means, but I have noticed I'll eat just about anything right now. I usually inhale food, yes, but since I've been on the medication I just eat anything and everything. My eyes haven't been bigger than my stomach once.
3) Upset stomach: I get heartburn sometimes, not too badly, but occasionally. All week though I've had to take like 2 pepcids a day. Very unusual.
These symptoms, after reading the possible other side affects, I will gladly and happily take. Following are a list of other side affects: black stools, "coffee-ground" vomit (seriously!), puffy face, seizures, thinning skin, unusual hair growth, vision changes. It's like, what the hell... Anyway, that's what I'm dealing with right now kids. It's always something. I hope you enjoyed my little story. There's no way to wrap this one up except by saying Mono (or something like it) has been a pain in my ass. Cheers.
Weekend Number 18: New England
Firstly, let me disclaim that this trip was Weekend Number 18 (in May), but due to my Blog-cation, I am not writing it until now. Let us commence.
Let's start with the beginning this time. The beginning isn't really the weekend at all, but it's my blog--deal with it. The beginning was a Thursday night when I had a red-eye flight to Boston. I've never been to Boston (nor Massachusetts, nor New England) and thought it would be a lovely opportunity to go. John was there for work (about 3-weeks) and I figured Pfizer wouldn't mind me bunking with John while they pay for the hotel. Lovely. So it's a Thursday night, I go through security, yada yada, normal stuff, get on the plane, great.
We are flying, everything is normal, it's a red-eye, we are all getting sleepy when, out of nowhere comes the flight attendant and her PA to the tune of, "Thank you for choosing Delta. We are glad we have jobs because we are officially out of bankruptcy now, and today/tomorrow (cuz it would be Friday on the East Coast) marks the official day we are back on the NYSE (she didn't say the acronym but yeah, it's easier). We would like to have you join us in celebrating with a champagne toast." The lady next to me, whom I think fondly of to this day, kinda gave me a look like, "Shit--did she say, champs!?" And I gave her the same look back. So the flight attendants scuttle down the isles, passing out tiny, almost thimble-sized containers of champagne. Had a sip, then another, it was gone, great. Thank you Delta. So I'm sitting here, with my new BFF "36A" (that's not her bra size, that's her seat assignment) and neither of us could sleep. It was like a cooky boots crazyland. Everyone--quite literally everyone--was fast asleep except me and 36A. It was midnight in San Diego, it was 3:00 am (insert Matchbox 20 song) in Boston, and I was up up up. Thank GOD there was an in-flight movie, which who says that, but it was a movie with Mandy Moore (who I adore), so I watched that. So did 36A but she didn't have headphones so she umm, just watched it I guess. Hmm... now that I think about it, I love Mandy Moore so much I must have gasped a couple times (like, you know, the gay-gasp), and maybe I kept 36A up the whole time. Well, water under the bridge.
Okay, I get to Boston it's about a zillion in the morning at this point, and I'm greeting by bright-eyed John with a sign that says, "Mr. Shyne" and something else like "Leone Tours -we only provide the best." or something like that. Well, that's a very, very cute gesture, however, it was done with a crumply sheet of cardboard and a big ol' black sharpie, so... it looked like some homeless person's sign. Anyway... nice gesture, not the best execution, and "A" for effort. John and I take the "T" (that's Boston's "MAX" or "BART" if you will) back to the hotel, I finally sleep, then we get up and head out.
Boston is very cute, very historic, with stout, brick buildings from the 1700's neighboring glass and metal high rises from the 2000's. It's very cool. Oh and by cool, I mean cold. It was the beginning of May and it was still at temperatures San Diego has never seen before. Ever. My thoughts on Boston: it's nothing but churches, pubs, and Paul Revere. That's it. That night we go out to one of the gay bars, The Machine (the gays have the funniest names for stuff). We go there, and again LITERALLY no one spoke to us. I was like, "What the freakin' hell is going on?" I guess people in Boston need to conserve all their energy to sustaining human body temperature and they cannot afford to waste precious calories on interaction--I guess one could call them fidget bitches. HA! I even laughed at that.
Okay the next day John and I took this walking tour of Boston. So we get to where they are all meeting, pay the guide and go. Now, if you all don't know I like walking tours--I like the narration and the anecdotes, it's lovely--but I seriously could have done what she did, if not better, and I don't even live there. We would be walking along and like, there'd be a plaque on a building, she'd go up and read it, then recite what it said. Like, I paid you for what? I mean, she had other stories and stuff, but it was just so ridiculously funny. She's all, "Oh what's this? Oh this is interesting! Everybody! Group! Please come look at this!" You're joking me, lady. And she wasn't even dressed up like Mother Goose or Paul Revere or whatever. Anyway, it was still money worth spent (more so for the story I get to tell of the tour, rather than the tour itself). Okay, so later we had plans--well, John had plans--I had no idea what they were. I guess that's called a surprise. John took me to the "Theatre District" and the whole time I was thinking to myself, "Shit--he better have not gotten tickets to a musical--he knows how much I dislike musicals." We turn into some alley, then up stairs, and it turns out we got tix to Blue Man Group.
Relief.
So we did the Blue Man group, they pounded their drums and ate cereal and ran around acting like mute fools, but it was a very nice show and I very much enjoyed the surprise (and it wasn't a musical). After the show we go to some pub, eat our food, some guy smashes his hand into a beer glass, and we leave, back into the winter wonderland that was Boston. The next day was a little more leisurely--we went to the iMax at the Boston Aquarium and watched a show on whales (I was happy) and took a city tour via Old Town Trolley. We have these in SD too; you know, the orange and green bus/trolley looking contraptions that are zipping all over town. Anyway, it was very, very cool and I would recommend them to anyone--worth the money. We saw Paul Revere's house, the Boston Convention Center, The Big Dig, all the Boston sights. The next day we just had a nice breakfast in South Boston and I went back to the airport (cuz John still had work on the East Coast to do).
Well, that pretty much sums up my trip and my weekend. Weekend Number 18, you'll be remembered as the most "wicked sweet bro'" weekend of 2007. Lovely.
Let's start with the beginning this time. The beginning isn't really the weekend at all, but it's my blog--deal with it. The beginning was a Thursday night when I had a red-eye flight to Boston. I've never been to Boston (nor Massachusetts, nor New England) and thought it would be a lovely opportunity to go. John was there for work (about 3-weeks) and I figured Pfizer wouldn't mind me bunking with John while they pay for the hotel. Lovely. So it's a Thursday night, I go through security, yada yada, normal stuff, get on the plane, great.
We are flying, everything is normal, it's a red-eye, we are all getting sleepy when, out of nowhere comes the flight attendant and her PA to the tune of, "Thank you for choosing Delta. We are glad we have jobs because we are officially out of bankruptcy now, and today/tomorrow (cuz it would be Friday on the East Coast) marks the official day we are back on the NYSE (she didn't say the acronym but yeah, it's easier). We would like to have you join us in celebrating with a champagne toast." The lady next to me, whom I think fondly of to this day, kinda gave me a look like, "Shit--did she say, champs!?" And I gave her the same look back. So the flight attendants scuttle down the isles, passing out tiny, almost thimble-sized containers of champagne. Had a sip, then another, it was gone, great. Thank you Delta. So I'm sitting here, with my new BFF "36A" (that's not her bra size, that's her seat assignment) and neither of us could sleep. It was like a cooky boots crazyland. Everyone--quite literally everyone--was fast asleep except me and 36A. It was midnight in San Diego, it was 3:00 am (insert Matchbox 20 song) in Boston, and I was up up up. Thank GOD there was an in-flight movie, which who says that, but it was a movie with Mandy Moore (who I adore), so I watched that. So did 36A but she didn't have headphones so she umm, just watched it I guess. Hmm... now that I think about it, I love Mandy Moore so much I must have gasped a couple times (like, you know, the gay-gasp), and maybe I kept 36A up the whole time. Well, water under the bridge.
Okay, I get to Boston it's about a zillion in the morning at this point, and I'm greeting by bright-eyed John with a sign that says, "Mr. Shyne" and something else like "Leone Tours -we only provide the best." or something like that. Well, that's a very, very cute gesture, however, it was done with a crumply sheet of cardboard and a big ol' black sharpie, so... it looked like some homeless person's sign. Anyway... nice gesture, not the best execution, and "A" for effort. John and I take the "T" (that's Boston's "MAX" or "BART" if you will) back to the hotel, I finally sleep, then we get up and head out.
Boston is very cute, very historic, with stout, brick buildings from the 1700's neighboring glass and metal high rises from the 2000's. It's very cool. Oh and by cool, I mean cold. It was the beginning of May and it was still at temperatures San Diego has never seen before. Ever. My thoughts on Boston: it's nothing but churches, pubs, and Paul Revere. That's it. That night we go out to one of the gay bars, The Machine (the gays have the funniest names for stuff). We go there, and again LITERALLY no one spoke to us. I was like, "What the freakin' hell is going on?" I guess people in Boston need to conserve all their energy to sustaining human body temperature and they cannot afford to waste precious calories on interaction--I guess one could call them fidget bitches. HA! I even laughed at that.
Okay the next day John and I took this walking tour of Boston. So we get to where they are all meeting, pay the guide and go. Now, if you all don't know I like walking tours--I like the narration and the anecdotes, it's lovely--but I seriously could have done what she did, if not better, and I don't even live there. We would be walking along and like, there'd be a plaque on a building, she'd go up and read it, then recite what it said. Like, I paid you for what? I mean, she had other stories and stuff, but it was just so ridiculously funny. She's all, "Oh what's this? Oh this is interesting! Everybody! Group! Please come look at this!" You're joking me, lady. And she wasn't even dressed up like Mother Goose or Paul Revere or whatever. Anyway, it was still money worth spent (more so for the story I get to tell of the tour, rather than the tour itself). Okay, so later we had plans--well, John had plans--I had no idea what they were. I guess that's called a surprise. John took me to the "Theatre District" and the whole time I was thinking to myself, "Shit--he better have not gotten tickets to a musical--he knows how much I dislike musicals." We turn into some alley, then up stairs, and it turns out we got tix to Blue Man Group.
Relief.
So we did the Blue Man group, they pounded their drums and ate cereal and ran around acting like mute fools, but it was a very nice show and I very much enjoyed the surprise (and it wasn't a musical). After the show we go to some pub, eat our food, some guy smashes his hand into a beer glass, and we leave, back into the winter wonderland that was Boston. The next day was a little more leisurely--we went to the iMax at the Boston Aquarium and watched a show on whales (I was happy) and took a city tour via Old Town Trolley. We have these in SD too; you know, the orange and green bus/trolley looking contraptions that are zipping all over town. Anyway, it was very, very cool and I would recommend them to anyone--worth the money. We saw Paul Revere's house, the Boston Convention Center, The Big Dig, all the Boston sights. The next day we just had a nice breakfast in South Boston and I went back to the airport (cuz John still had work on the East Coast to do).
Well, that pretty much sums up my trip and my weekend. Weekend Number 18, you'll be remembered as the most "wicked sweet bro'" weekend of 2007. Lovely.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Broken
Well, where do I start? One would presume the beginning but the beginning isn't a beginning at all. I guess I should just come out with it: John and I broke up. I know, I know, please people, stay seated. I don't really have much to "blog" about it, as it is a personal subject between him and me, but I wanted to just say for the record that I've absolutely enjoyed my relationship with John; he's such a great guy and I think the world of him. We are simply changing the terms and conditions of our relationship to reflect a friendship rather than boyfriendship (that should be a word huh?). Anyway, I wouldn't consider myself single either, because single would denote availability--I'm non-anything. I'm a unisexual (just me, baby) for the time being. And who knows, maybe we are making a mistake (and by "we" I mean "me"--I'm the one that decided it was probably for the best to break it off). Maybe we will get back together, and maybe it will be sooner, maybe it will be later, maybe it will never be the same again, but all I know is I had a great year, I learned a lot about myself and I have some amazing and special memories from my time close with him. I am fine, a little shaken, but I'm good. John and I had talks about this for almost 2 weeks deciding on what would be for the greater good and all that crap, and after our last conversation I'm feeling a lot better about things (good enough to talk freely about it now). If you want to hear more, than ask. and if you want to check in with Johnny, please do not hesitate to ask me for his email (I don't want to publish it on here--a public blog). Anyway... that's all I have to say tonight.
Oh and thanks everyone for your patience with my little blog vacation. Obviously had some stuff on my mind that I couldn't spurt out onto this darn thing. Until next time, bloggettes. I promise, I'll have some good stuff next time!
Oh and thanks everyone for your patience with my little blog vacation. Obviously had some stuff on my mind that I couldn't spurt out onto this darn thing. Until next time, bloggettes. I promise, I'll have some good stuff next time!
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