The blog of the thirty-something fag- February 2007
February 27th, 2007
We put the "Sin" in syndicated!
It's an interesting premis; two adult gay men conversing on the serious subjects of love, drug abuse, meditation and living a more fulfilling lifestyle, all the while embibing on their favorite holistic, liquid muscle relaxer made exclusively from grapes: (aka Chardonnay)
"Two Drunks on Thursday" is now in syndication on iTunes! A fun and lively banter of irreverant and silly self-help humor, with moderate amounts of pin-point clarity. Not for those spoiled by todays sophisticated humor. BYOB!
Camber Hill and I have done 10 episodes(nine uploaded as of this date) and we only plan to post 10 total before switching over to our new venue: "Sounds Fabulous"
We'll remain syndcated at iTunes until the Steve Jobs find out what we';re up to, go ahead and sign up to recieve all episodes, and look for "Sounds Fabulous" on iTunes in March 2007!
Silly Question?
"The Great Gay Agenda Committee" has just launched it's recruitment campaign for summer 2007. It's rather passive- but that's to be expected.
Trash talk I've warned all of you about this before, if you practice bad behavior in my life, you'll end up on my blog, and you won't like it.
I have a good friend who I haven't seen since December. We have made plans 5 TIMES to get together since I returned from my jail time family visit in Antartica New York and he has failed to make any of these dates.
Typically, this could all be brushed aside with the proper phone call, apology, excuse and fake plaster cast- assuming one has a note from a doctor, but this BITCH has not even so much made an Effort to say: a) sorry can't make it b) sorry- something came up c) SORRY . He's simply gone forward and remade plans, and then flaked there as well.
Once, ok. twice? Your pushing it. After 5 times I called and left a scalding message involving bad words, threats of bodily harm and a nasty remark about his sex addiction.
Dumb shit text me back, TEXTED ME, and requested I meet im at a remote location at a certain time on Monday. I text him back :"Are You On CRACK???!!" I have absolutely NO HOPE that you would even show up! Get A Freakin LIFE! AND STOP TEXTING ME!"
He texted me again today- I read the first line : "Don't be angry . . . " and I couldn't read the rest because my phone was hurdling at 50 miles an hour over the rail of my deck.
There, i'm done. Now I'm going shopping for a new phone, and a new friend.
Brian and Eva went to Italy-and we shared their travel photos with them over dinner last night. When this one came up I had all sorts of questions about it.
Were you near a Zoo? no.
Was this on the campus of some animal husbandry college? no.
We're you touring through "Park Safari Italiano?
No, not at all.
It would seem that in certain european countries, speed bumps and crosswalks go by other names- and make 11 year old American boys giggle . . .
Jumping on the Blog Wagon After seething with envy over the success of Hell's Basement( I kind rub it in sometimes)My sister Michelle is starting her own blog now. Apparently she is no longer phased by my nihilistic whiny chant of "Copy cat! Copy Cat!". I can't talk to her anymore the way I used to. Having teenagers in her home, her "Buttons" have have been hardened with callouses, brotherly annoyances never get through. She calls her blog "Picyse", a nickname our Dad gave her when we were little children, designed to be an annoyance in it's spelling hazards as well as in it's cryptic meaning. (I seriously won't bore you with the origin) I can't feel bad for her, My brothers childhood nickname was "fingers", cruel enough I suppose, but I believe I have the blue ribbon. Thanks to my Father's creative way of renaming all of his children in ways he saw as cute, and useful (when used in tandem with a threat) I am referred to in Canadian bars and family reunions simply as "Bomber".
I will never mention this again.
Michelle's dispatch is all about her (interesting to say the least) life living with extended family in Northern New York. She shares her house with another Sister &Son combo, Our Parents, Ruth&Dick and her own three boys.
Fun crowd I'm sure, sorry I can't be there but unfortunatly I made my home at the farthest point from this region while still remaining in the United States.
Seriously, if you draw a diagonal line across the country from Upper right hand corner to lower left, you will hit both points easily.Coincidence? Hardly.
Check her out, I'm sure some of you will find her ramblings cute.
Many of you know, I have a "thing" for the Volkswagon Westfalia. I've owned a few, sold a few, and been driven to my wits end by a few. Due to my incredibly self-destructive attracction to all things bad for me I want to get another Vanagon very soon.
The dilemna I'm currently facing is "which one?" The older (80-91) Westy's are all I've known, but the newer (92-2004) Eurovans seem like a new and fun alternative (With a history of "known problems and issues" that reads like a laundry list for a remake of Stephen King's "Christine") .
I think if Bang and I had our way, the version in this animation would be the vehicle were looking for. Though this was just a 3D concept for a design contest, we're hoping that someday this model or something like it will make it's way to the showroom floor. In the meantime, we'll find something that either run's great and looks like hell, or visa versa.
And they call that "German engineering . . ."
The end of an Era has finally arrived. Jan and I have felt that we don't drive the 28 foot Class A RV as much as we had intended, with the cost of gas these days, and our busy schedules, she just isn't getting the attention she deserves, so we've decided to sell her.
At least that's what we're telling the buyers.
Jan found a buyer in Arizona, and this week I drove to Phoenix to deliver her to her new owners. I left Tuesday afternoon from San Diego, and drove to El Centro to Cousin Jim's house for the night. We stayed up, drank beer and yapped about bigfoot, UFO's and ghosts. In the morning I started my drive out of California into the beautiful Arizona desert. There's somethig to be said about driving across the desert alone early in the morning, the sun coming up over the craggy mountains that look like rock piles on a flat kitchen floor. The air was warm and dry, and the sky view through that massive windshield made me feel like I was sitting comfortably in a movie theater, watching a film about sunrise.
The new owners were nice and gave me a ride to the airport to catch my flight home. The entire event was effortless, as it was meant to be. The only resistance I experiences was the security at the airport, where I was forced to surrender a bottle of hair gel, and a container of pomade which were deemed to be a threat to national security.
Try to look nice, and the terrorists win. That's the message I'm getting here.
ANYWAY- now Bang and I are free to seek and find the Westfalia camper that better ssuits our roadtrip ideals. I'll keep you posted on that coming up!
One hundred miles in the desert I got together with some ride buddies this weekend and we did the Tour de Palm Springs- a 100 miles cycling event in the desert outside of Palm Springs, California. I was shocked and surprised at how well I did, no pains, no soreness, no dehydration and no bonking. I rode like the wind and had plenty of energy to spare at the end. It was fun and challenging and I'm so glad I did it. After the event we all went out to eat at a fun and busy stake house and ate like a pack of lions. It was a large round table with 8 people and it was so nice to be in that circle, including Priscilla and Christy- whom I haven't rode with since AIDSRide 7(1999).
As many of you know- today is the day Anna Nicole Smith died in a hotel in Hollywood Florida. The strange circumstances surrounding her son's death have not yet been resolved, and now they are both in that smoke filled and crowded celebrity lounge in the sky. I'm a little sad today, knowing that we will never see the rise of A.N.S. from the ashes of drug abuse and fame to form her own charity or clinic for drug addicted celebrities and their hangers-on. No, Nicole left us with nothing much but a memory of her crazy antics, both on her television show, as well as on stage at certain award ceremonies. Now we have little more than Courtney Love and Lindsay Lohan to follow, to amuse and shock us. Goodbye Anna Nicole, it's been a strange and wonderful affair.
This is what happens when the monkeys find the keys to the zoo- put technology in the hands of the ill-prepared and soon you'll find your annex complety void of bananas! That being said; Camber Hill- Noted numerologist to the stars- engages in lively and often irreverent conversations in a controlled environment with interviewer and long-time friend Tommy Gaebel. Tommy and Camber, with absolutely no authoritative pretensewhat so ever, comment on ideas and concepts, current events, arts and entertainment, attempt to promote the philosophies of "Think Fabulous", while gracelessly broadcasting their ignorance on almost all subjects they choose to molest. Brought to you by ImagesEverything-Los Angeles, which in no way assumes responsibility for anything said, implied, or mispronounced in this podcast.
I will post the latest one here for your perousal, and each one we make here after shall be posted at iTunes in their podcast section (search: Drunks).
Another strange flower flames out
This is what happens when the monkeys find the keys to the zoo- put technology in the hands of the ill-prepared and soon you'll find your annex complety void of bananas! That being said; Camber Hill- Noted numerologist to the stars- engages in lively and often irreverent conversations in a controlled environment with interviewer and long-time friend Tommy Gaebel. Tommy and Camber, with absolutely no authoritative pretensewhat so ever, comment on ideas and concepts, current events, arts and entertainment, attempt to promote the philosophies of "Think Fabulous", while gracelessly broadcasting their ignorance on almost all subjects they choose to molest. Brought to you by ImagesEverything-Los Angeles, which in no way assumes responsibility for anything said, implied, or mispronounced in this podcast.