Blog woes

David,

I have certainly not blocked you or anyone from posting an image. I do not know what is up. Has blogger.com changed things? Now that I am writing this in the posting area, I realize that I don't see the old buttons that made picture posting and hyperlink creating easy. Hmmm. Well, there does still appear to be a little square that looks like a picture frame at the top of this window into which I am typing. It leads to the old action that allows one to navigate to image links or other links.

So, David, try going back to blogger, finding your post, and then clicking on edit. It should let you back in to try including your link. I know that I sure would like to read about this heavyweight, tusked creature run amuck.

As for Mr. Ligotti, how could you boys lose him? Didn't I leave you in charge?

WHY

I cannot upload images - joseph have you banned me form that?


arrrgh! you know i need my visuals darling!

Whey is no one blogging?

why is jospeh not calling me?

did greg go to Atlanta afterall ?

He is MIA in San Francisco?

Wax Bush! Vote 2004!

Was this a reason for Greg NOT to move to Georgia . . . .

I mean can you believe it?

SCARY Mary!!!! 9" Tusks? 1000 Pounds!

Seeing this monster walking around Buckhead Atlanta would make me run for the urban jungle bubble of SF for sure!!!!



Read the whole story here . . .

a darker view

go there

David to Leave Birdcage and join Nike Camp in SF as cheerleader . . . .

Geeeee - wonder why?


Oh yeah - I will start blogging again now that i am getting back in my game! I figured this would be a fantastic start ! ! !

Her name is Vaginal Davis

"I was hatched a half-breed drag baby out of the primordial ooze of L.A. I was a Vagisaurus rex who popped out of a leathery egg in a welfare hovel in South Central, perfect as you now find me, complete with high heels."

from "Ready to fade into obscurity. Wait, he's already there," an article in today's NY Times SundayStyle section. If you haven't seen it, look it up. It's must reading.

Trip abroad

of course, you and JB MUST go to Italy

G4TechTV

The sale of TechTV to Comcast closed on Monday, May 10. As expected, Comcast is merging TechTV with G4, their gaming network based in Los Angeles. The new network, temporarily called G4techTV will premiere on May 28 using a combination of programming from both networks but with a younger demographic M12-34. About 80 of our 300 employees are getting jobs at the merged network, but as I expected, I am not one of them. Since I have known about this for months, none of these events are surprising to me, though it has made me realize just how much I have loved this job and what a great culture we had. One of the great ironies of these situations is that the finance department gets totally slammed and I am working more now than I ever have here.

Some folks from E! another Comcast network were in the office yesterday. They were all fabulous and most were gay. Sadly, no Anna Nicole schwag to be had.

I need to stay at TechTV for transition for 2-3 months and then it's off to my next gig with a pause for some vacation in July or August. I am thinking about doing some touring of US sites (perhaps Seattle, Jackson Hole, New York, Boston and a trip home) and one out of country trip (JB and I are wrangling on that one). The big step will be my possible relocation to Atlanta. Stay tuned for the definitive word on that by mid-June, my personal deadline for 100% committing to that.

What up

Mr. Ligotti, what's new on the job front? Everything still ok? Keep us posted in the Midwest.

Here, not a lot is new. Chris and I are actually enjoying bulldog workouts in the mornings now that the weather is real ... most days. Had hail one day recently.

And now I'm training for a long ride, a 192-mile, 2-day tour of the Mississippi River Valley, on the Iowa side. This is the way our friends Matt and Kevin want to celebrate graduating from college, and they talked me into joining them. Another one of their friends, a crazy girl, name of Melinda, will join up. She's known for stoppping every 20 miles for 2 beers. Training has been difficult because each day we ride I set a new PB on distance. Plus, I don't have the right fashions!

Alan, help!

With A Name Like Blowfish....

JB was in town this weekend. We decided to go for sushi at Blowfish on Saturday evening. I dropped him off to put our name in and parked the car. When I got back he told me he had charmed the hostess and that it would be a short wait. While sitting at the bar I looked around and noted that we were the only gay couple in the place. In San Francisco! Saturday night! Portero/Soma! After a wait somewhat longer than promised, we sat down to an excellent meal and good service. Later in the evening, we mentioned this to my friend, Michael who replied that Blowfish has long had a reputation as one of the most homophobic places in the city and that it had previously been the subject of several articles in the BAR. Who knew? We later realized that if we had walked into the restaurant together, perhaps the promise of a swift table may have never come.

Later in the evening, after having the good fate to run into Shad and Justin at the Stud, we were again returning to my car. A group of young kids walking by made a crude remark about how we must be gay.
Geez...in San Francisco. I was pretty stunned.

Tonight at the LGBT Center board meeting I learned that red paint was splashed upon the sign in front of the building thanking Gavin Newsom for his marriage efforts. Clearly , the sign was the intended target.

The battle is not over folks....sadly it is true.

shhhh. maybe no one will notice

Pop culture and the press have taken the Bushie administration to task, but still the White House brings dishonor upon itself by trying to hide the toll of the war. In an episode of "West Wing" last season (I think), the president goes to an airbase to welcome the caskets of fallen soldiers. In this past week's story line in the comic strip (a comic strip!) Get Fuzzy, the character Rob goes to meet his cousin who is returning from the war missing most of one leg. The shocking story line is that the soldiers come home in the middle of the night so that the press won't be able to cover the event. And, finally, a photo of flag-drapped caskets in a cargo plane published on the front page of the Seattle Times led to the woman who took it being fired.



It's all very sad. Convert a Republican today.

Old birdcage couple arrive from SF, take PV by storm!

PV newswire for the Esmeralda Papers

after much season with boring twitty american tourists, david
and pablo have arrived from their shangra la in sfo to titillate
the mexican razzle community in their sexy square cuts.

seen on the town already in the choicest of nitespots, these two
men have raised the standard in swimwear, as well as catch phrases
and improper linguistics, to teach the bulging youth of mexican
marines our deep love and admiration.

--dispatch from Paulie, posted by friend

fashion correction

those were tan or khaki shorts. I would not let him wear gold shorts. jeez ow.

somehow ...

the bushie campaign sent a letter here asking for money.

Now, really. I mean, c'mon.

So, this is the letter I am sending in their handy, postage-paid return envelope:

Dearest Bush-Cheney ’04, Inc. types,

I cannot imagine who among your vast, overeducated, yet clueless—on so many levels—staff thought that even one copper cent could be squeezed out of this household to further your campaign, but whoever he or she is, well, that person is mistaken.
Former President Clinton was impeached for lying about a stupid, tawdry affair. Big deal. The sitting president, however, lied about non-existent weapons to excuse invading another nation, starting a war that he is prosecuting poorly. For this crime against our nation, nothing. And he continues to lie that he didn’t lie.
No, not a penny will you see from this home. Instead, I would like my money back. Yes, that’s a good idea. The money I have paid in taxes—willingly, for I believe we must all contribute to the nation as we can—I want it back, for the services rendered have been inadequate. Even Kmart has a money-back guarantee.
I will invest said funds in moveon.org or similar campaigns to recall this embarrassment from office, to elect a better voice—anyone else, really. Anyone with integrity.
So please check on the income taxes I have paid since the Bush-Cheney team stole into town and send the money to the above address. Better yet, please send it to the families of the servicemen and servicewomen who have lost their father, mother, husband, wife, sister or brother because of this lie of a war.

P.S. I am quite grateful for the postage-paid return envelope, for I certainly enjoy the poetry of costing the campaign another 37 cents.

feel free to use any parts in your own letters, e-mails, etc.

I'll let you know if I hear back.

keep up the good fight, duckies!

The Meaning of ATYS

JB asked me what ATYS meant. I told him it was French for people so glamorous they live on an entirely different calendar than the rest of us.

well ...

two of those products were free samples. See, the cosmestics girl was really concerned

price of new man-products: $68 (don't tell the husband)

Darling Joseph,

If your manly beauty products are costing you only $68

Either:

1. You are fibbing
2. You were sold placebos
3. You made typos in your story
4. You know Chris will see your Blog and figured he wouldn't mind a $68 price tag to keep you young looking vs. the $268 it REALLY cost you!
5. you got a deal and the rest of us are being ripped off!

Take it from a veteran birdcage avoider -- it will cost you much more than $68 to stay on the outside of that damn little cage door!!!!!

Tick Tock — which Clock ? ? ? ?

Oh last week around Thursday Paul and Shad somehow amongst themselves decided that it was "Day Light Saving Time" this Sunday (2 days ago).

They begin to inform many customers, coming and going from ATYS, " . . . remember to spring ahead — set your clocks . . . “

David — who has a love affair with the sun and extended daylight — was soooo excited he too begins to tell unsuspecting people — like Justin and Alan.

Sunday morning we @ 872 wake early (7:00 am) — thinking it was later (8:00). We saunter downstairs and as Paul pours the first cup of Java he suggests David the techno geek change all of the clocks in the general kitchen/living vicinity — Micro, Coffee Pot, Stove . . .

David finally settles down with his first cup of Pete’s picks up the paper and, being the always questioning soul, found it odd that the SF Chronicle didn't have that standard-issue (why don’t papers ever do something more creative — like perhaps a Salvador Dali clock) reminder about time change in a little box on the front of the paper. Immediately he knew something was amiss (and thought of miss Joseph).

David challenges Paul and Shad — but they are insistent about being correct and are both over David for thinking THEY were wrong and dismiss his questions.

David suggests that Shad look at We’Wha’s Clock (http://www.breakaway.org/openstudio/sylviawhite/bertrad.htm the name for my new 17” Powerbook G4), which was connected to the house stereo pumping out Sunday morning tunes from the internet radio.

Shad sees that it says 8:15 — he still says everyone else must be wrong and that he and Paul KNOW it is DST.


David thinks — Ok The SF Chronicle is wrong, the World Timer that serves We’ Wha is wrong — what next?? I know!!! SBC they could not be wrong!!!

Finally in a last attempt to convince the boys they were mislead by someone David suggests to Shad to dial POPCORN (the automated phone time in SF).

Shad repeats the time as the automated voices announces . . “ . . . at the tone . . . the time will be 8:16 am . . .”

And STILL they both think out loud — “… well they just have not yet adjusted the automated time . . . “

Finally after David makes another challenge and suggestion to search the Web — Shad timidly admits: "oh, Paul, I think we fucked up . . . it is the FIRST Sunday of April — next Sunday . . . "

H E L L O ! ! ! how many people do you think were affected by their information?

David, satisfied that FINALLY they believe him, bounces up for a second cup of Pete’s and re-sets all the clocks with a smile on his face.

Just a long winded reminder to Set your Clocks ahead this coming Sunday — APRIL 4th

XO XO

Rollercoasters

I just enjoyed the hell out of David's human rollercoaster story. Well done!

Well, it is official. TechTV has been sold to Comcast Corporation. There is a hack piece in today's Comical...err...Chronicle. The industry source quoted happens to be a longtime foe of Paul Allen, our owner. Regardless, it does not look good for jobs staying in San Francisco as I have expected all along through this process. The deal should close in May. I am hoping to know in the next few weeks how much longer I will be at this job. My next big decision is whether I start my job search in San Francisco or Atlanta. Stay tuned.

life after 40

gay man walks into upscale gay-identified department store (not a classic joke opening, but could be)

looking for new fancy shave cream, since the old one was from either a lovely Wicker Park shop that closed (tragic) or at this same gay dream store, which doesn't carry it anymore (tragic)

score the new, even fancier shave cream. $16

oh a whim, he does it. he decides. he has been thinking of asking about better product for his aging face. do it.

"Can you look at my face and tell me what I need?"

in 3.5 seconds, the slightly zaftig cosmetics girl is launched on her mission:

Biotherm Homme Detoxifying Cleanser

Biotherm Homme Hydra-Detox Detoxifying Moisturizer

But no, not enough. She is so concerned about the gay man's deteriorating looks, that there's more:

Biotherm Densité Lift Yeux Redensifying Anti-wrinkle Eye Care.

(redensifying anti-wrinkle eye care?! Who comes up with these names?! Not exactly ego-affirming)

and ...

Biotherm Homme Age Fitness Time Resisting Treatment With Pure Olive Leaf Concentrate!

gay man walks out.

price of new man-products: $68 (don't tell the husband)

toll on gay man's ego: nominal

lesson in how world views the aging: priceless