Have It Your Way

I just found this.
I'm warning you in advance, this video is pretty twisted.
That's precisely why I'm sharing it with everyone.
Enjoy (or not, as the case may be).

I'll never look at the King the same way again.

The Pride Thing

After starting out pretty rough, Saturday's Pride Festival turned out to be OK this year.
Before it got to that, however, things weren't looking too pretty.

First, I had alrealy previously arranged it beforehand that my relief would come in at three o'clock instead of four so I could get home, washed up and changed for the Parade which was to begin at four. (So they say, but it always runs a few minutes late.)
Anyhoo, when I got to work I found out my refief couldn't make it in early.

My balloon was officially busted.

Work was horrible. I don't know if it was just my frame of mind, but the whole day was just a struggle to keep it together.
Then, my relief showed up a half-hour late. My eyes were glowing red and I was frothing at the mouth at this point.

OK, Jimmy, chill out, at least you're out of that torture chamber, I told myself.

So I get home, shower, shave, do the do', don my ensemble and we're out the door. After we get to Mount Vernon we end up driving around looking for parking. Probably only took a half-hour or so, but it seemed like forever.

I promised to send my buddy Stephen some photos and videos from my cell phone. He lives in another state and had never been to a Pride before anywhere.
"Take plenty of pics and videos," he advised me, "I want to feel like I'm there with you."
Normally that would be easy; I can whip out my phone and snap a picture faster than Jesse James can sling his gun. But right at that moment my phone decided to malfunction and I couldn't send (or recieve) any media but text messages.
WTF?

So everything was just going wrong.

Then I ran into my old buddy Mike, who I've known since we were both underage and sneaking into the clubs hoping we wouldn't get carded. Seeing him, and other old friends, plus the several cocktails I consumed, and (most importantly) my husband being right by my side, totally turned everything around. I can't even describe it. Something just clicked, like someone flipped a switch in my head.
Not that I plan to analyze it too much.
Things like that you just don't question.

So it was good.
And, as predicted, I drank too much, smoked too much, and partied too hard.
Mea culpa, at least I ended up having fun.

P.S. Thanks to Alan for the photos, although I suppose I should have asked first!

Coming Soon

Baltimore's Gay Pride is coming up this weekend.
And according to the website (and all the gay newspapers that litter the top of every cigarette machine in every gay bar in this city) washed-up former 80's pop star Tiffany will be performing at the Block Party in the heart of Mount Vernon sometime Saturday evening.
Big whoop, right?

Actually, it kinds sorta is, it's just hard for me to get jazzed up about it all.
It's gonna be too muxh drinking, too much smoking, too much bad-for-you food (like the big smoked sausage sandwich I end up getting every year) a long wait for restrooms, too many people.

But on the other hand, I'll be comfortably numb, surrounded by my husband and friends, and I'll see people I've known from long ago I haven't seen since prob'ly last year.
Oh, yeah, and they'll be plenty of Eye Candy. (How could I forget the Eye Candy?)

It's an even trade-off, I guess.

Oh, I'll be really psyched about it by the time Saturday Morning rolls around.
Who am I trying to fool?

Experience The Wonder

The Wonder Woman major motion picture will be in theaters sometime in the Summer of 2007.

It's way to early to speculate on how this will turn out.

If you want to read all the contradictory stories about what costume she'll be wearing, who the villain will be, who will be cast as the Amazon Princess, and other various "trivia" (which may or may not be true), simply type "Wonder Woman movie" in google and you will get pages and pages of rumors and gossip.

Rest assured I will be keeping a close eye on this project.
Look here for further updates as soon as more facts are known.

Lazy Day

I toiled and struggled and got the majority of the stuff I needed to get done on my first day off yesterday.
You know, all that really fun stuff like mopping floors, scrubbing toilets and sinks, grocery shopping and whatnot.

I can be lazy all day!
Yay!

The best part about being lazy is I have all the time in the world to surf the internet looking for random craziness.

Like this:

"Tearin' Up My Hurt!"

I'll be back with something more substantial soon.
Have a great day!

To The Nth Degree

Aargh!!
I have had that "Nth Degree" song by Morningwood in my head for three days now.
It has taken up permanent residence in my brain.
(You can veiw the video here.)

It doesn't help that they play it on Sirius "Sirius Hits 1" about every hour and a half or so.

And it's not the whole song that plays endlessly through my mind, just the chorus where she starts spelling "morning wood" for no expicible reason.

m-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g w-o-o-d
All right!
M-o M-o-r M-o-r-n-i-n-g W-o-o-d
A little louder!
M-o M-o-r M-o-r-n-i-n-g W-o-o-d!!
A little harder!!
M-O M-O-R M-O-R-N-I-N-G W-O-O-D!!!
LET'S GO!!!

And she get's louder and more excited the more she says it.

The first time I heard that song, I didn't know who did it, and I caught the song halfway through.
You know when something is spelled at you, it takes a couple seconds to figure it out? So I'm listening and after a few seconds, I get it.

"Morning wood? What's that about?"

I had no idea it was the name of the group.
I'm listening some more and the singer is just getting all in a lather, so I'm thinking:

• "Boy, this chick is really getting excited about that morning wood!"
  And . . .
  
• "Is her boyfriend impotent and that's the only time he get's an erection?"
  And . . .
  
• "Has it been awhile since she's gotten some and she wakes up and sees her boyfriend's sportin' a boner and she's like, 'Yay! Morning wood!!'"

Hey, I can't help how my mind works.

Still, not a bad song, and the video's not bad either, even if they did sorta copy the concept for Liz Phair's "Why Can't I?" video.
I might even have to go out abd buy it, if only to get it out of my brain and onto a shelf, where it belongs.

If We're Both On Here, Shouldn't It Be Called "OURspace"?

After putting it off for the longest time, I finally did the MySpace thing.

I wasn't initially going to join. I mean I did the Friendster thing, then the Tribe thing. How many of these clique-y "friends network" things am I going to join?
I mean, seriously, it's hard enough for me to return email in a timely manner.

But seeing as it's the Thing To Do, I bit the bullet and did it anyway.
You can view my profile here.
If you're on MySpace, too, and are so inclined, click "Add As A Friend" or drop a message my way.

But don't be offended (or surprised) if I take a while to answer.