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Pizza + Beer + Movie on the Couch + Rich Chocolate Rasberry Torte + 10 year aged Tawny Port + Sleeping in with the Woofiest Couple + Big Breakfast + Lounging around all day cuddling = Hang-Over.
Must get out and move and drink water and detox. Must be ready to do that again. and again...
| Halloween was great. Had lots of good folks over and worked the crowd. Good fun was had by all. The event planners put a "fire lane" on the street running right under our flat. It hosed our plans to throw candy, and the balloon drop didn't work like planned. Both were still fun, but didn't have nearly the impact being separated from the bulk of the crowd. |  | |
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If folks hugged lumberjacks as often as they hugged trees, the world would probably be a much better place.
Preparations for Halloween are progressing slowly. I won't be able to do all that I want, but I've got enough done that I can roll with it.Costume is not finished, but passable. No homemade snackythings, but I can grab something on the way home. Still don't feel recovered from my LA trip, but can buckle in and sacrifice a fab trip to the World Beard Championships and recover this weekend if there is a need.
Deep Breaths. Think of my favorite things; which by no small coincidence, I'm likely to see some of tonight. Yeah, I'm in my happy space.
Thanks to Gary for publishing this info. I want to pass it along.
If you hate the new Bank of America ATM software as much as I do, please give a holler to their "Customer Solutions" division at 800.831.4419.
I went to the pi9 spot this morning to move Flint (my truck) out onto street parking so John & Joe & Co. will have a place to park tomorrow night for the Castro Halloween Festivities. I saw a note tucked between Tainn's tank and seat. I was afraid it might be the new management telling me I couldn't park both vehicles in the same spot. Turns out it is a lust note.
"OH MAN!! YOUR BIG COCK RIDES ABOUT RIGHT HERE SPLOOOYYY"
Hmmm...guess the word is out...ummmm...about where I park.
There has been quite a bit of talk at work lately about needing to cut our budget by $700,000USD. All the talk has been about layoffs. While I suspect that I am useful enough that I'll be safe, there is still that lingering fear and contingency planning.The procurement girl popped by my cube today with a brand spanking new phone. I hope that is a good sign for my continued employment and not a bad sign for how poorly my organization plans.
If you want the new number, feel free to e-mail me.
This weekend at the Faultline I couldn't help but to notice that I was enjoying myself. Enjoying myself much more than I have at the Lone Star in a long time.While I went on a couple of roadtrips a month when I lived in WV, I haven't done much traveling since I've moved to San Francisco. I've been telling myself it is because this is where I wanted to be, so there is no need to travel. I also believe if I'm not making the kind of relationships I want in San Francisco, then I need to stay here and work on that `til I get it right before trying elsewhere. I'm now wondering how wrong I might be.
I can't help but to notice that the vast majority of cruiser people wear "beanie" or "shorty" helmets. I like to see them that way `cause it allows me to see faces. I can't help feel like I'm a hypocrite/cheater by always wearing a full face helmet.On the other hand, when I ride 130 some miles through the Central Valley and my visor is saturated with bugs, I can't help but to be thankful they are not in my beard and smashed on my face. I also can't help but to think of the folks I know who have had accidents who swear that a full face helmet saved their live. I can't say that I know of any post-accident shorty folks who make a similar claim.
I'm still in LA. I lack the proper tech to be able to upload pictures.
The ride down was incredible. I'm not sure how far South I had to go before "5" turned into "The 5." I did notice the big plumes of smoke a few places when I got up over the grapevine. The sky is gray and everything is ashy. Every time I blow the ash out of my nose, I can't help but to think that is was probably part of someone's home three days ago.
Otherwise, my trip to LA has been pretty great. Nightly accommodations with (the same) Big Furry Daddy Bastard, lots of sights to see, and a really fun beer bust at the Faultline.
I'm off to LA for the weekend. Let the adventure begin.
When I was little it was a usual scam of mine to feign sleep aka "play possum" so I could be held or carried or sleep curled up next to someone I love. For reasons I don't pretend to entirely understand--pride, self reliance or maybe even honesty--I stopped the scam at the expense of the cuddles. While I can't help to wonder if there was no wisdom in that change of perspective, I'm glad I'm in a place where I can accept the cuddles without feeling the need to fake the sleep. That I can be loved on with eyes wide open--or open enough anyway.Part of me is kicking because I could be in heaven right now. The part I like to think is more mature tells me heaven will still be there the next time around.
Easter Bear has returned. It almost absolves Kelli for giving my e-mail address to spammers.
There are many things I've learned since I started publicly blogging. One thing I knew before I started is that trying to be shameless carrys a high price. I see it all the time. If you choose to have green hair or a nose ring, if you choose to stand on the street corner and shout your personal beliefs, if you choose to sleep with every boy in the bar, if you choose to wear miniskirts or hotpants or just go naked, if you choose to step out of the mainstream in a way that the public can see, you're likely to catch some grief for it. This is not a commentary on right or wrong, nor is it a justification. It is just the way things tend to work. I think I'm prepared for that.What I am not prepared for is people sticking thier neck out at me. If it is just confirmation on things I openly like, I can deal with that and discuss. For example, Them:"Hey Drew, I have a furry ball belly." DrewBear:"Yeah, Buddy."
It is the many other `unrelated to DrewBear content' comments that I am not prepared to deal with. Those usually go unanswered. Some provoke thought, others are so far outside my reality that I don't have a basis to think about them. While I like to emphasize the "what is" and "why not" rather than the "what's not," I've been giving some serious consideration to keeping either a "dislikes" list, or maybe better yet a (F)AQ log.
Thoughts and comments on said matter are appreciated. Thoughts and commentary on Star People, The PLAN, Socialism, international love interests and bank accounts or the likes are probably best directed elsewhere.
Saturday I took Tainn out to clean her up for my trip to LA next weekend. It seems my spray bottle of Pep Boys wheel cleaner had been stolen since last weekend. I have no idea why anyone would steal that rather than a number of other things still sitting unprotected at the pi9 spot, but they did. After some quick calculations and some research, I decided it was time for lockable storage.While the unit was super easy to set up and relatively cheap, after I got it set up I found that it would be relatively easy for, say, raccoons to break into--let alone cunning thieves. Fortunatly I would guess that the folks stealing from me are much less intelligent and persistent than raccoons.
With a bit of work I believe I could make the unit much more thief-proof. Unfortunately all my ideas require the use of powertools. There is no outlet at the pi9 spot to plug powertools into. Seems I need to be a bit more clever (without electricity) than I am presently to fool raccoons.
From FridayFive.Org- 1. Name five things in your Refrigerator.
- Tomato Soup from the Cove
- Odwalla Carrot Juice
- Butter
- Westsoy Soy Milk
- Beer
- Odwalla Carrot Juice
We don't have a medicine cabinet.
Five bathroom items:
A nifty thing happened last night. My back has been sore lately, so I drew a hot bath for myself. Being a good roommate, I tapped on Julia's door and gave a heads up that I was headin' into the bath and to use the bathroom now if she needed to. Her man toy popped out of the room soon enough, used the bathroom and headed back into the room. `bout twenty minutes later, Julia comes knocking on the door needing to pee. Seems she wasn't home when I made the offer, and was just getting home from work. Being almost shameless, I told her I didn't mind if she came in a peed if she didn't. She didn't--to the extent that we chatted while she peed and I soaked in the tub. Ahhh...happy roommate bonding.
I'm still not in a mood to write, and haven't taken/made any new pictures in days.
I have plenty to write about, but just don't want to. I had a very full weekend, and also got a good many lingering chores done.* I'm enjoying playing coach to Julia while she plays though Kingdom Hearts.
* I volunteered for the Shanti Ride for Life Saturday and ended up being the sweep for one of the ride teams.
* Bingo in Guerneville Saturday night with the Sisters.
* Conrats to Spinach Dip Sara for the purchase of her first motorcycle which was also my first and Tom's first. And probably some other guy's too.
* Ohhh...and the 11th was my one year anniversary of bloggin'
I'm riding to Santa Cruz tonight after work for a dinner date, so I rode Tainn in to work today. When I was just about to the door leading down to the pi9 spot I noticed a shlumpy middle aged woman coming out of the ramp doors carrying a pack of shop paper towels with cleaning stuff shoved in the top that looks suspiciously like the stuff I keep at the spot. This was also odd because renters rarely use the ramp doors for foot traffic. She ask me how I was doing and I told her I'd feel much better when I got down to my spot and saw she hadn't stolen those things from me. When I walked into the garage a young woman was walking down the ramp from the top deck. I got there. Stuff was gone. I chased her down and found her empty handed. I asked her where my things were. She spouted off any number of lies about where she got them. I told her we both know where she got them, and asked again where they were now. More lies. I gave up and started walking back to the spot. She wandered another direction, joined the younger woman and walked away. It occurred to me I have a camera in my pocket and I snapped a useless picture of them walking away. As soon as she was out of sight, I went back to where I had confronted her and found my stuff stashed nearby. I took it back to the pi9 spot, locked it in the cab of my truck and rode to work.It didn't occur to me `til I was well on my way that she probably also had her pockets packed full. I am now morning the loss of the small German boar bristle beard brush 3Ken gave me years ago while we were dating. Most likely irreplaceable. I might get a pleasant surprise and find it when I get home. Here's hopin'
Frustrated tonight. Spinach Dip Sara finally contacted me and told me she is ready to buy my starter bike. I agreed to deliver it to her this evening. When I went to fetch him from the pi9 spot, for the second time ever he wouldn't start. I think, I hope it is a battery thing. I've not ridden him in so long, and the the last trips he took were just short test drives around the block. I've also never jump started a motorcycle. I'll have to take tools back to the pi9 spot later to ever get to the terminals on the bikes. Grrrr... I was really excited to finally pass him on too. That and the three Tainn payments I'll get from selling him.I don't want to go to bed. When I wake up there will probably be red flags with ugly black spiders and everyone will be cross.
I should have plenty of things to write about. With recall elections today, a big MUNI rant that has been building up for weeks and any number of other things stewing around in my head. They just don't seem to have any great significance or value when I see things like this.It is amazing how a small pic can change...well everything.
Thanks to Kugelblitz for sharing.
Update 2003-10-8:I kept reading and found this:As we were leaving, in the lobby of the neurology clinic a little shaven headed boy about nine or ten asked me for a hug. I gave him a big hug. I told him I had lots of hugs for little boys. Diane told me he was going in for three days of tests because the doctors felt that he did not have autism as much as he was mentally retarded. Ah.
This guy is way better than lumberjacks, pirates or space captains.
I did have dreams last night. I know I did. I just can't remember them.
I have a pretty cool picture today, but nothing happend to write about. Hopefully I'll have big dreams tonight. ...
I WILL have big dreams tonight.
A very full weekend. Yesterday, I rode both of the Ride for Life routes to check them out. Both are great. I rode about 320 miles including the backtracking.Today was Castro Street Fair. I used the opportunity to lure John & Joe up to my flat to get out of the sun. We ended up watching the fair in a puppy pile on my bed and falling asleep. [Melt] Even better that an Earl lap sitting. I want my heaven to be like that---um...except maybe naked.
Therapy at Cherry Bear tonight. Was a fun time. I really need to go out dancing more.
From Friday Five.1. What vehicle do you drive?
I drive a `94 Chevy S-10 pickup. I ride a 2000 BMW R1200C.
2. How long have you had it?
Pickup since it was new, March of `94. The Beemer only since June.
3. What is the coolest feature on your vehicle?
Truck:Worry free denting. Bike:The sound of the BMW ABS II initializing at 3mph.
4. What is the most annoying thing about your vehicle?
Truck:Needs major work. Bike:No built on helmet lock.
5. If money were no object, what vehicle would you be driving right now?
Drive:Probably a Chevy Colorado Z71 LS 4x4. Ride:Probably a custom BMW R1200C or custom R1150RT-P police bike.
Bingo tonight with Jeff & Jake. (Pictured w/ Sister Barbie) Jeff waited too long to buy our VIP tickets--until they were all sold out, so we had to do manual labor to avoid standing in line with the commoners. As luck would have it Canuk Earl, 3rd Dreamiest Man Alive, showed up not long after and sat on a ledge next to us. I casually and jokingly sat on his lap. He got a nice firm but gentle grip on my hips and held me there and told me it was OK to sit. Really. I got to sit on his lap for ten minutes or so. Damn that felt so good.Nothing as newsworthy that happened at bingo.
Bill & Andy and Earl invited me to have a knosh and drink with them on the way home. Afterwords, Earl walked me most of the way home and gave me a big hug. [melts into mush] Bill will be drivin' Earl to the airport tomorrow so Earl can fly to Colorado to visit his husband. [Sigh] I want one for myself.
Both my day yesterday and dreams were fairly boring and unnoteworthy.Biker Dave called and canceled for the weekend. No Boonville trip for me.
Saturday I'm going to go pre-ride the Shanti Ride for Life routes so I can be a good volunteer/consultant/helper the following weekend. Company welcome. Sponsors/Pledges also welcome. Or go register and ride along next weekend.
Sunday is the Castro Street Fair.
Recent searches that found my site:"pictures of gay men with hairy assholes"
and "what are the benefits of kiwi fruit for hiv"
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