What's *Your* Sex Sign?
Taurus, you draw your intense sexuality from the earth. You are strongly built - like a Greek or Roman nude. Your sign is ruled by the planet Venus - giving you a lusty appetite for sex.
Wednesday, July 31, 2002
I hope to see this quiz on a lot of fellow bloggers sites tomorrow....I stole this from Miss Joni and I have to admit this suits me well..
What's *Your* Sex Sign?
Taurus, you draw your intense sexuality from the earth. You are strongly built - like a Greek or Roman nude. Your sign is ruled by the planet Venus - giving you a lusty appetite for sex.
What's *Your* Sex Sign?
Taurus, you draw your intense sexuality from the earth. You are strongly built - like a Greek or Roman nude. Your sign is ruled by the planet Venus - giving you a lusty appetite for sex.
This is just for Walt...reprinted from Bloomberg with assumption of rights or ownership (I just couldn't do an HTML link from the Bloomberg terminal here at the office)...
Vancouver, July 31 (Bloomberg) -- FedEx Corp., the world's biggest overnight-delivery company, is a suing for trademark violations a Canadian company called Ferret Express that sells the
animals and related products, the Vancouver Sun reported. FedEx said in a lawsuit filed last week that the online retailer, also known as FerretEx, has a purple and orange logo
similar to the trademarked one used by Memphis, Tennessee-based FedEx and may confuse customers, the Sun said on its Web site.
Ferret Express, whose ferretex.com Web site is hosted on a Kelowna, British Columbia, server, hasn't filed its defense in court, the newspaper said. FedEx copyrighted the name ``Federal
Express'' in Canada in 1977 and ``FedEx'' in 1985. The lawsuit seeks an unspecified amount in damages and an order forcing Ferret Express to destroy any infringing products.
Ferret Express sells live ferrets for C$248 ($157), when available, the Sun reported. It also sells toys, sweaters and food for the weasel-like mammals.
Vancouver, July 31 (Bloomberg) -- FedEx Corp., the world's biggest overnight-delivery company, is a suing for trademark violations a Canadian company called Ferret Express that sells the
animals and related products, the Vancouver Sun reported. FedEx said in a lawsuit filed last week that the online retailer, also known as FerretEx, has a purple and orange logo
similar to the trademarked one used by Memphis, Tennessee-based FedEx and may confuse customers, the Sun said on its Web site.
Ferret Express, whose ferretex.com Web site is hosted on a Kelowna, British Columbia, server, hasn't filed its defense in court, the newspaper said. FedEx copyrighted the name ``Federal
Express'' in Canada in 1977 and ``FedEx'' in 1985. The lawsuit seeks an unspecified amount in damages and an order forcing Ferret Express to destroy any infringing products.
Ferret Express sells live ferrets for C$248 ($157), when available, the Sun reported. It also sells toys, sweaters and food for the weasel-like mammals.
Because I am such the masochist, take a look at the "Am I Hot or Not" link to the left...it'll be up for a while until I get tired of it (or embarassed by a low score..whichever comes first....
Well, a new (646) Guy is up so please enjoy...
And because people have asked...here is the return of....
The Picture of the Day
And because people have asked...here is the return of....
The Picture of the Day
I got the feedback forms from some of the performances of my play. They are primarily from the first night who hated the language and complained about it (even though it was advertised as having STRONG LANGUAGE). People said that it was shameful and put them on edge for the rest of the performance and it just took away from the play in general.
Well, first and foremost, this is a conservative North Florida audience. To the woman who complained that she took her granddaughter to the show and her granddaughter attends a Christian school. First mistake, you've assumed that just because she attends a Christian school that this sort of language does not happen there. WRONG-O.
Anyway, here is my point -- if you are going to sit there and complain about my use of language (and trust me they toned it down A LOT), then you should not open a book, turn on the TV, or go to the movies. The language that was used was based on how people in New York talked. It was not based on how people in North Florida talk. People in New York City say FUCK. They say SHIT. They use coarse language. If you don't like it then how can you watch a movie or TV or anything where this language is also used (granted maybe not fuck or shit, but they use DAMN and BITCH). I have to agree with the actress who said that people have focused more on language than they do on the fact that five people are murdered during the show and the fact that they are focused on teh word and not the context or manner in which the line is delivered.
Listen people...if you see a show advertised with strong language you should know that there is going to be STRONG LANGUAGE. I do not accept the fact that these people are complaining about language when it was mentioned ahead of time that potentially offensive language could be used. If you knew it was there, you shouldn't have bought your tickets. You shouldn't go to something tha tis going to offend you. You are just asking for it. One guy said he was a tour director that was embarassed for the people on his tour and the theatre itself. Well, you can bite me. Every piece of promotional material gave you the ample warning.
So to all of you people that went to see Strange Poison and complained about the language and talked about how it was offensive and detracted from teh show, let me tell you this...FUCK OFF!. I think some of your comments are petty and just go to show how close minded you are. This is real life. There are people that talk that way. Just because they aren't around you does not mean that they do not exist. So, if you are going to be offended by the occaisonal foul word (and trust me when I say they cleaned it up BIG TIME) then you need to really analyze your priorities in life. I don't want to see you going to or renting an R rated movie. I don't want to see you open a book that has that word used in it. Cancel your HBO, Cinemax, Showtime, etc.
Sigh...sorry had to vent. This really pissed me off that all they can talk about is the language that was used and not look at the context in which it was presented. So FUCK FUCK FUCKETY FUCK FUCK! Man that felt good.....
Well, first and foremost, this is a conservative North Florida audience. To the woman who complained that she took her granddaughter to the show and her granddaughter attends a Christian school. First mistake, you've assumed that just because she attends a Christian school that this sort of language does not happen there. WRONG-O.
Anyway, here is my point -- if you are going to sit there and complain about my use of language (and trust me they toned it down A LOT), then you should not open a book, turn on the TV, or go to the movies. The language that was used was based on how people in New York talked. It was not based on how people in North Florida talk. People in New York City say FUCK. They say SHIT. They use coarse language. If you don't like it then how can you watch a movie or TV or anything where this language is also used (granted maybe not fuck or shit, but they use DAMN and BITCH). I have to agree with the actress who said that people have focused more on language than they do on the fact that five people are murdered during the show and the fact that they are focused on teh word and not the context or manner in which the line is delivered.
Listen people...if you see a show advertised with strong language you should know that there is going to be STRONG LANGUAGE. I do not accept the fact that these people are complaining about language when it was mentioned ahead of time that potentially offensive language could be used. If you knew it was there, you shouldn't have bought your tickets. You shouldn't go to something tha tis going to offend you. You are just asking for it. One guy said he was a tour director that was embarassed for the people on his tour and the theatre itself. Well, you can bite me. Every piece of promotional material gave you the ample warning.
So to all of you people that went to see Strange Poison and complained about the language and talked about how it was offensive and detracted from teh show, let me tell you this...FUCK OFF!. I think some of your comments are petty and just go to show how close minded you are. This is real life. There are people that talk that way. Just because they aren't around you does not mean that they do not exist. So, if you are going to be offended by the occaisonal foul word (and trust me when I say they cleaned it up BIG TIME) then you need to really analyze your priorities in life. I don't want to see you going to or renting an R rated movie. I don't want to see you open a book that has that word used in it. Cancel your HBO, Cinemax, Showtime, etc.
Sigh...sorry had to vent. This really pissed me off that all they can talk about is the language that was used and not look at the context in which it was presented. So FUCK FUCK FUCKETY FUCK FUCK! Man that felt good.....
Tuesday, July 30, 2002
This one is just for my roomie...as reported in MSNBC, with no ill will engendered....
The “Girl Interrupted” star exchanged vials of blood with Billy Bob Thornton when the two wed, and now that they’re splitting, Angelina doesn’t want her bodily fluid in enemy hands.
Blood usually isn’t a highly contested item in most divorces, but Angelina is reportedly concerned that Billy Bob’s mother — a professional psychic — will use the blood to put a curse on her. “As long as I have your blood, I’ll always have control of you,” Thornton allegedly told Jolie, according to the London Sun.
The “Girl Interrupted” star exchanged vials of blood with Billy Bob Thornton when the two wed, and now that they’re splitting, Angelina doesn’t want her bodily fluid in enemy hands.
Blood usually isn’t a highly contested item in most divorces, but Angelina is reportedly concerned that Billy Bob’s mother — a professional psychic — will use the blood to put a curse on her. “As long as I have your blood, I’ll always have control of you,” Thornton allegedly told Jolie, according to the London Sun.
There are some celebrities that just really piss me off. Okay, let me correct that statement...there are some celebrities that think that they can just apologize and flash a smile and a wave and everything will be okay with the fans that they have just pissed off.
Case in point -- Britney Spears. She flashes THE finger at her fans in Mexico and then apologizes to them and thinks that will make up for it all. When her restaurant opened in NYC, she didn't even pause to acknowledge her legion of fans that camped outside the restaurant IN THE RAIN NO LESS just for a glimpse of her. No acknowledgement. Nothing. She just waves and grins and gives a half hearted apology and thinks that will take care of it all.
Don't these people realize that if it weren't for these fans that they would not be where they are today? Your actions can turn off fans and turn them against you. Be very careful.
Case in point -- Bebe Neuwirth. The woman was starring in CHICAGO on Broadway and had a hge fan following. There would at least a hundred people a night waiting for her at the stage door for her to appear. However, she would exit through a side door to her car that would be waiting for her there. She would send the stage door guy to announce that she had already left. She rarely made an appearance at the stage door to acknowlege people or sign autographs.
My favorite Bebe Neuwirth story came when the cast of CHICAGO was to appear at an annual benefit dinner and do a sketch with Mayor Rudy Guiliani. Bebe Neuwirth campaigned and twisted the arm of every cast member not to do the show as it would only assist in helping him get elected to the Senate (something he opted not to run for a few months later). It wasn't enough that she wasn't going to do it, but she wanted to make damn sure that the cast didn't do it either. This story made the papers BIG time. She started receiving mail at the theatre addressed to Bebe "No-Worth" and was soon frightened for her safety. Well, you must be careful what you say when you are a public figure and be careful about what you do. People (i.e., the press) are listening.
Case in point -- Britney Spears. She flashes THE finger at her fans in Mexico and then apologizes to them and thinks that will make up for it all. When her restaurant opened in NYC, she didn't even pause to acknowledge her legion of fans that camped outside the restaurant IN THE RAIN NO LESS just for a glimpse of her. No acknowledgement. Nothing. She just waves and grins and gives a half hearted apology and thinks that will take care of it all.
Don't these people realize that if it weren't for these fans that they would not be where they are today? Your actions can turn off fans and turn them against you. Be very careful.
Case in point -- Bebe Neuwirth. The woman was starring in CHICAGO on Broadway and had a hge fan following. There would at least a hundred people a night waiting for her at the stage door for her to appear. However, she would exit through a side door to her car that would be waiting for her there. She would send the stage door guy to announce that she had already left. She rarely made an appearance at the stage door to acknowlege people or sign autographs.
My favorite Bebe Neuwirth story came when the cast of CHICAGO was to appear at an annual benefit dinner and do a sketch with Mayor Rudy Guiliani. Bebe Neuwirth campaigned and twisted the arm of every cast member not to do the show as it would only assist in helping him get elected to the Senate (something he opted not to run for a few months later). It wasn't enough that she wasn't going to do it, but she wanted to make damn sure that the cast didn't do it either. This story made the papers BIG time. She started receiving mail at the theatre addressed to Bebe "No-Worth" and was soon frightened for her safety. Well, you must be careful what you say when you are a public figure and be careful about what you do. People (i.e., the press) are listening.
Last night was just BRUTAL in terms of heat. Even worse, we had two...I guess brown-outs....around 11:30 and again at 12:30, the power in the apartment either dropped or surged (I'm voting for dropped) and we momentarily lost power. During those few minutes, though, the heat level in my apartment rose to astronomical levels and I was covered in sweat. It was miserable. Even more so, I had to reset my alarm clock twice just to make sure I got up for work on time.
In further news, I was talking with the landlady this morning and she mentioned how she read that the cost of the vote recount in Florida cost $14 million. She said something about how she was glad that it was done in hopes of discrediting the Bush election. However, I think the money was well spent in terms of people understanding how important it is to vote. I have often heard people state that they don't vote because it just cancels out someone else's vote and it doesn't really matter. In this election it did matter. It mattered a great deal. Less than one thousand votes decided this presidency (regardless of which counting method you go by). If that's not a sure sign that every vote matters, counts, and makes a difference, then I say bravo. It's time that people wake up and realize that the future of the country depends on what they do at the polls. If you do not let your voice be heard you lose the right to complain about our nation's progress (or lack thereof). Of course there will be those who complain that the butterfly ballot in Palm Beach County where over 3,000 people voted for Buchanan (most of them believe erroneously). However, no one talks about the two page ballot in Duval County were many unsuspecting people voted twice for president as the list of names spread to two pages and ultimately voided their ballots. 2000 was a harsh lesson for everyone to learn and I hope this election year we prove that we have been taught well.
In further news, I was talking with the landlady this morning and she mentioned how she read that the cost of the vote recount in Florida cost $14 million. She said something about how she was glad that it was done in hopes of discrediting the Bush election. However, I think the money was well spent in terms of people understanding how important it is to vote. I have often heard people state that they don't vote because it just cancels out someone else's vote and it doesn't really matter. In this election it did matter. It mattered a great deal. Less than one thousand votes decided this presidency (regardless of which counting method you go by). If that's not a sure sign that every vote matters, counts, and makes a difference, then I say bravo. It's time that people wake up and realize that the future of the country depends on what they do at the polls. If you do not let your voice be heard you lose the right to complain about our nation's progress (or lack thereof). Of course there will be those who complain that the butterfly ballot in Palm Beach County where over 3,000 people voted for Buchanan (most of them believe erroneously). However, no one talks about the two page ballot in Duval County were many unsuspecting people voted twice for president as the list of names spread to two pages and ultimately voided their ballots. 2000 was a harsh lesson for everyone to learn and I hope this election year we prove that we have been taught well.
Monday, July 29, 2002
Because I am really bored at work right now...
Which Middle Earth race are you? go to:the quiz!
Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz
Which Jedi Knight are you? go to:the quiz!
You're anakin. Congratulations. You are the one who is destined to bring balance to the force, Whatever the hell that means. Until that time comes, however, you're happy just being a really annoying and angsty teenager. Yeah, you might end up being all kinds of awesome once you're Darth Vader, but just cool it for now- you're likely to make many more enemies being the shithole Hayden Christiansen portrays you as.
Which Soviet Leader are you? go to:the quiz!
Which Sith Lord are you? go to:the quiz!
What Egyptian Deity are you? go to:the quiz!
The red thing with sneakers
Find out what secondary animated character you are.
The Original Animated Superman
Take the Cartoon Hero Quiz?.
Adorable
Find out what anime character cliche you are.
Monkey Genius
Find out what Cartoon villan you are.
Ooooo Shiney!
What Random Object From Ydoc Nameloc's Room Are You?
Which Middle Earth race are you? go to:the quiz!
Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz
You're anakin. Congratulations. You are the one who is destined to bring balance to the force, Whatever the hell that means. Until that time comes, however, you're happy just being a really annoying and angsty teenager. Yeah, you might end up being all kinds of awesome once you're Darth Vader, but just cool it for now- you're likely to make many more enemies being the shithole Hayden Christiansen portrays you as.
Which Soviet Leader are you? go to:the quiz!
Which Sith Lord are you? go to:the quiz!
What Egyptian Deity are you? go to:the quiz!
The red thing with sneakers
Find out what secondary animated character you are.
The Original Animated Superman
Take the Cartoon Hero Quiz?.
Adorable
Find out what anime character cliche you are.
Monkey Genius
Find out what Cartoon villan you are.
Ooooo Shiney!
What Random Object From Ydoc Nameloc's Room Are You?
The former Miss North Carolina, Rebekah Revels, resigned earlier this month after an ex-boyfriend emailed the pageant telling them to ask her about two nude pictures of her.
Now here's my question. Where were these nude pictures shown? If they are in someone's private collection then yes they could conceivable be sold. But, if as she claims, they were taken unexpectedly and she did not consent to the pictures being taken before hand...then where is the issue...she didn't pose for these pictures like Vanessa Williams did. There is a difference here....
Now here's my question. Where were these nude pictures shown? If they are in someone's private collection then yes they could conceivable be sold. But, if as she claims, they were taken unexpectedly and she did not consent to the pictures being taken before hand...then where is the issue...she didn't pose for these pictures like Vanessa Williams did. There is a difference here....
What's the best thing in the world that can happen to you at 7:30 in the morning when you are barely awake and not even functional to the world...
Your doorbell rings and it's a process server telling you that your landlady is giving you 30 days to leave the apartment or she will start eviction proceedings.
I was catatonic. I'm surprised I didn't burst into tears on the spot and I came close to crying while in the shower (not the news I needed to hear).
What pisses me off even more is that my landlady didn't give me any notice about this -- especially after I already alerted her to the fact that I had already found someone to take my soon-to-be former roommate's place when she moves out. She didn't say anything to me. She did all of this while I was out of town and apparently gloated about it in veiled terms to my roommate who said, "Oh that explains what she said a few weeks ago. She said, 'Brian has a big surprise coming to him when he gets back.'" Apparently this is her surprise.
I'm going to talk to her tonight about the situation and see if I can strike a deal with her because I do not have the money to move out and find a new place by the end of this month. I am sure she and I can work something out (and put it into writing of course so she can't wiggle out of it). I would like to think that I have been a good tenant. Everything this woman has asked of me I have done. The trash is taken out on time, I've been better about keeping the apartment neat, I've alerted her when things aren't working well (which has been rare). She's only done 2 repairs in my apartment since I have moved there and only one involving the entire portion of the building (the foyer) where the light was malfunctioning due to a radiator leak that I had no control of and did not cause.
The deal with the Bensonhurst apartment is something else altogether and if it does come through I will be able to move in there, although most likely not with my friend who was to move in with me. If Bensonhurst comes through for September 1, then I can swing it. If it does not, well, I need to put some negotiating skills to the test and hope that I can get her to put something in writing. Even if she doesn't agree, I will continue to pay rent because as someone told me, "It's hard to evict someone when they are still paying rent." However, as soon as that Bensonhurst apartment becomes available...I am so there. I need to talk to the guy at work today but this just really hurt and upset me. I feel violated in a way....
Sigh...
Your doorbell rings and it's a process server telling you that your landlady is giving you 30 days to leave the apartment or she will start eviction proceedings.
I was catatonic. I'm surprised I didn't burst into tears on the spot and I came close to crying while in the shower (not the news I needed to hear).
What pisses me off even more is that my landlady didn't give me any notice about this -- especially after I already alerted her to the fact that I had already found someone to take my soon-to-be former roommate's place when she moves out. She didn't say anything to me. She did all of this while I was out of town and apparently gloated about it in veiled terms to my roommate who said, "Oh that explains what she said a few weeks ago. She said, 'Brian has a big surprise coming to him when he gets back.'" Apparently this is her surprise.
I'm going to talk to her tonight about the situation and see if I can strike a deal with her because I do not have the money to move out and find a new place by the end of this month. I am sure she and I can work something out (and put it into writing of course so she can't wiggle out of it). I would like to think that I have been a good tenant. Everything this woman has asked of me I have done. The trash is taken out on time, I've been better about keeping the apartment neat, I've alerted her when things aren't working well (which has been rare). She's only done 2 repairs in my apartment since I have moved there and only one involving the entire portion of the building (the foyer) where the light was malfunctioning due to a radiator leak that I had no control of and did not cause.
The deal with the Bensonhurst apartment is something else altogether and if it does come through I will be able to move in there, although most likely not with my friend who was to move in with me. If Bensonhurst comes through for September 1, then I can swing it. If it does not, well, I need to put some negotiating skills to the test and hope that I can get her to put something in writing. Even if she doesn't agree, I will continue to pay rent because as someone told me, "It's hard to evict someone when they are still paying rent." However, as soon as that Bensonhurst apartment becomes available...I am so there. I need to talk to the guy at work today but this just really hurt and upset me. I feel violated in a way....
Sigh...
Sunday, July 28, 2002
I hate petty people (of course this means that I'm going to give you an example from what happened last night)....
Last night, Amy (aka Union Girl) and I went down to Hannah's Lava Lounge to support our friend Michael as he hosted The Gayest Link (a bar version of The Weakest Link). The rules had been changed to prevent alliances and to some extent ensure that everyone had a fair chance to play the game. And, in a normal world, this would work unless you have EVAN playing.
Evan is...how do I put this...a bitter queen of a man. Ever since I knocked him out in the second round of the game over three months ago, he has carried a grudge against me and has done everything in his power to ensure that I do not advance very far in the game. Since that initial game, if he is playing I have not made it past the third round because he will harrangue those around him to vote against me.
Anyway, so here we are last night and Michael is explaining the change in rules that allows only the strongest link to cast a vote and unilaterally decide who goes. The first round ended ina five way tie so the entire group had to vote in the first round and of course Evan voted for me (even though I didn't vote for him) so I knew immediately that the second he got the power that he was going to oust me. Sure enough, the next round he was named the strongest link and I was already getting out of my chair because I knew what was going to happen -- he voted me out.
But the best part of all was when Michael leaned into the microphone and boomed out, "It's not your fault that Evan hates you,. Brian." Sigh, I live it when people get their public karmic backlash. Anyway, Evan didn't win, he made it to the round of three and was ousted before the final round. And to prove that I am smart enough to have whipped all of their asses in the final round, I was able to rattle off the Supreme Court decision of Bowers v. Harwick (supported the outlawing of sodomy between consenting adults) and could name four of the six musicals Stephen Sondheim wrote between 1970 - 1981 (Company, A Little Night Music, Follies, Sweeney Todd, Pacific Overtures, and Merrily We Roll Along) and knew the year the Magna Carta was signed (1215).
Just have to say those moment really made me feel damn good.
Last night, Amy (aka Union Girl) and I went down to Hannah's Lava Lounge to support our friend Michael as he hosted The Gayest Link (a bar version of The Weakest Link). The rules had been changed to prevent alliances and to some extent ensure that everyone had a fair chance to play the game. And, in a normal world, this would work unless you have EVAN playing.
Evan is...how do I put this...a bitter queen of a man. Ever since I knocked him out in the second round of the game over three months ago, he has carried a grudge against me and has done everything in his power to ensure that I do not advance very far in the game. Since that initial game, if he is playing I have not made it past the third round because he will harrangue those around him to vote against me.
Anyway, so here we are last night and Michael is explaining the change in rules that allows only the strongest link to cast a vote and unilaterally decide who goes. The first round ended ina five way tie so the entire group had to vote in the first round and of course Evan voted for me (even though I didn't vote for him) so I knew immediately that the second he got the power that he was going to oust me. Sure enough, the next round he was named the strongest link and I was already getting out of my chair because I knew what was going to happen -- he voted me out.
But the best part of all was when Michael leaned into the microphone and boomed out, "It's not your fault that Evan hates you,. Brian." Sigh, I live it when people get their public karmic backlash. Anyway, Evan didn't win, he made it to the round of three and was ousted before the final round. And to prove that I am smart enough to have whipped all of their asses in the final round, I was able to rattle off the Supreme Court decision of Bowers v. Harwick (supported the outlawing of sodomy between consenting adults) and could name four of the six musicals Stephen Sondheim wrote between 1970 - 1981 (Company, A Little Night Music, Follies, Sweeney Todd, Pacific Overtures, and Merrily We Roll Along) and knew the year the Magna Carta was signed (1215).
Just have to say those moment really made me feel damn good.
Saturday, July 27, 2002
I'm a happy camper! Everyone needs to update their bookmarks because I now own the rights to http://www.nyctales.com and http://www.646guy.com.
Therefore, update your bookmarks as follows:
Tales of the City can be found at http://www.nyctales.com
A (646) Guy in a (212) World can be found at http://www.646guy.com.
Of course you can find them at their old URLs but hey....why go through the blogspot URL when you have the real URL you can use???
Therefore, update your bookmarks as follows:
Tales of the City can be found at http://www.nyctales.com
A (646) Guy in a (212) World can be found at http://www.646guy.com.
Of course you can find them at their old URLs but hey....why go through the blogspot URL when you have the real URL you can use???
Friday, July 26, 2002
Bailey, my personal representative, is now online and available to talk to you. Please feel free to send him an instant message via AOL or AOL instant messenger. His screenname is SixFourSixBot. He's online now and would LURVE to hear from you.
Also...on this page and on the (646) Guy blog, I have included a TagBox for you to send me an instant post at any moment...feel free to tag it up and drop me a line....
Also...on this page and on the (646) Guy blog, I have included a TagBox for you to send me an instant post at any moment...feel free to tag it up and drop me a line....
For those of you attending weddings in the coming months...this site is truly something to behold. I suggest the "Tacky" category first...
(646) Guy was named one of the 50 Coolest Blogs at Diarist.net.
THANKS EVERYONE FOR MAKING THIS WHOLE THING SO MUCH FUN!
THANKS EVERYONE FOR MAKING THIS WHOLE THING SO MUCH FUN!
New Story of the Day
It's been a while since I've had one of these but this one definitely takes the cake!
It's been a while since I've had one of these but this one definitely takes the cake!
So...I now have something else to blame on Edie. This poor woman. She's going to ruin my life.
I now have a bot for this and the (646) Guy blogs. I got it from Runabot and I had fun testing it out. So...take out your AOL and AOL Instant Messenger Buddy Lists and add in SixFourSixBot to your lists and if you ever see him on (his name is Bailey) please say hello and chat it up with him.
I now have a bot for this and the (646) Guy blogs. I got it from Runabot and I had fun testing it out. So...take out your AOL and AOL Instant Messenger Buddy Lists and add in SixFourSixBot to your lists and if you ever see him on (his name is Bailey) please say hello and chat it up with him.
Thursday, July 25, 2002
Okay, I made this comment in my last article at Reality News Online where I made a comment about some members of the cast of Big Brother 3 smoking cigars and I forgot to comment on it here....
Is it just me or is it just FASCINATING that some straight men are so freaked out by gay men or two men having sex, yet they have NO problem puffing on a penis shaped cigar or chowing down on a penis shaped hotdog? I mean, really. Let's talk about this...expound upon it....
Is it just me or is it just FASCINATING that some straight men are so freaked out by gay men or two men having sex, yet they have NO problem puffing on a penis shaped cigar or chowing down on a penis shaped hotdog? I mean, really. Let's talk about this...expound upon it....
If you had bought $1000.00 worth of Nortel stock one year ago, it would now be worth $49.00. If you had bought $1000.00 worth of Budweiser (the beer, not the stock) one year ago, drank all the beer, then traded in the cans at a redemption center for the nickel deposit, you would have $107.00.
Given the current conditions of the economy, my advice is to drink heavily and recycle.
Given the current conditions of the economy, my advice is to drink heavily and recycle.
Because it just BEGS to be published....here is my favorite funny song that never fails to make me laugh...Thanks to Joni for the link to the full lyrics...
Plastic Jesus
Ernie Marrs
I don't care if it rains of freezes
'Long as I got my Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car.
Through my trials and tribulations
And my travels through the nations
With my Plastic Jesus I'll go far.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I'm afraid He'll have to go.
His magnets ruin my radio
And if I have a wreck He'll leave a scar.
Riding down a thoroughfare
With His nose up in the air,
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind.
Trouble coming He don't see,
He just keeps His eye on me
And any other thing that lies behind.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Though the sunshine on His back
Make Him peel, chip and crack,
A little patching keeps Him up to par.
When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say "damn"
I can let all my curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
'Cause he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Once His robe was snowy white,
Now it isn't quite so bright -
Stained by the smoke of my cigar.
If I weave around at night,
And policemen think I'm tight,
They never find my bottle - though they ask.
Plastic Jesus shelters me,
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb -
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar.
[Plastic Jesus has become quite entrenched in the folk tradition, so there are considerably more folk verses than there were original ones. Following are folk additions and emendations, as well as additions from recording artists who have covered this song.]
Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes,
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I could go a hundred miles an hour
Long as I got the Almighty Power
Glued up there with my pair of fuzzy dice
{Refrain - repeat between every verse}
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribulations,
We will travel every nation,
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far.
I don't care if it rains or freezes
As long as I've got my Plastic Jesus
Glued to the dashboard of my car,
You can buy Him phosphorescent
Glows in the dark, He's Pink and Pleasant,
Take Him with you when you're travelling far
I don't care if it's dark or scary
Long as I have magnetic Mary
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
I feel I'm protected amply
I've got the whole damn Holy Family
Riding on the dashboard of my car
You can buy a Sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shell
Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell
I don't care what they say, I'm gonna
Keep on prayin' to that pink madonna
Melted to the dashboard of my car.
I don't care if it bumps or jostles
Long as I got the Twelve Apostles
Bolted to the dashboard of my car
Don't I have a pious mess
Such a crowd of holiness
Strung across the dashboard of my car
No, I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
But I think he'll have to go
His magnet ruins my radio
And if we have a wreck he'll leave a scar
Riding through the thoroughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind
Trouble coming, he don't see
He just keeps his eyes on me
And any other thing that lies behind
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Though the sun shines on his back
Makes him peel, chip, and crack
A little patching keeps him up to par
When pedestrians try to cross
I let them know who's boss
I never blow my horn or give them warning
I ride all over town
Trying to run them down
And it's seldom that they live to see the morning
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
His halo fits just right
And I use it as a sight
And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far
When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say Damn
I can let all sorts of curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
For he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Once his robe was snowy white
Now it isn't quite so bright
Stained by the smoke of my cigar
God made Christ a Holy Jew
God made Him a Christian too
Paradoxes populate my car
Joseph beams with a feigned elan
From the shaggy dash of my furlined van
Famous cuckold in the master plan
Naughty Mary, smug and smiling
Jesus dainty and beguiling
Knee-deep in the piling of my van
His message clear by night or day
My phosphorescent plastic Gay
Simpering from the dashboard of my van
When I'm goin' fornicatin
I got my ceramic Satan
Sinnin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
The women know I'm on the level
Thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil
Ridin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Sneerin' from the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Leering from the dashboard of my van
I don't care if I'm broke or starvin'
As long as I've got a fish named Darwin
Glued to the trunklid of my car
God, I'm feeling so evolved
Drivin' with my problems solved
Proclaiming what I think of what we are
Riding home one foggy night,
With my honey cuddled tight,
I missed a curve and off the road we veered.
My windshield got smashed-up good,
And my darling graced the hood.
Plastic Jesus, He had disappeared.
{As refrain}
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
No longer chides me with His holy grin.
Doctors in the X-ray room
Found Him in my darling's womb.
Someday, He'll be born again!
I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
He's the dude with the rusty nails,
Walks on water, don't need no sails
Riding on the dashboard of me car
I don't care if the night is scary
As long as I got the Virgin Mary
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.
She don't slip and she don't slide
Cuz her ass is magnetized
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.
Ernie Marrs
I don't care if it rains of freezes
'Long as I got my Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car.
Through my trials and tribulations
And my travels through the nations
With my Plastic Jesus I'll go far.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I'm afraid He'll have to go.
His magnets ruin my radio
And if I have a wreck He'll leave a scar.
Riding down a thoroughfare
With His nose up in the air,
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind.
Trouble coming He don't see,
He just keeps His eye on me
And any other thing that lies behind.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Though the sunshine on His back
Make Him peel, chip and crack,
A little patching keeps Him up to par.
When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say "damn"
I can let all my curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
'Cause he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Once His robe was snowy white,
Now it isn't quite so bright -
Stained by the smoke of my cigar.
If I weave around at night,
And policemen think I'm tight,
They never find my bottle - though they ask.
Plastic Jesus shelters me,
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb -
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar.
[Plastic Jesus has become quite entrenched in the folk tradition, so there are considerably more folk verses than there were original ones. Following are folk additions and emendations, as well as additions from recording artists who have covered this song.]
Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes,
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I could go a hundred miles an hour
Long as I got the Almighty Power
Glued up there with my pair of fuzzy dice
{Refrain - repeat between every verse}
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribulations,
We will travel every nation,
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far.
I don't care if it rains or freezes
As long as I've got my Plastic Jesus
Glued to the dashboard of my car,
You can buy Him phosphorescent
Glows in the dark, He's Pink and Pleasant,
Take Him with you when you're travelling far
I don't care if it's dark or scary
Long as I have magnetic Mary
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
I feel I'm protected amply
I've got the whole damn Holy Family
Riding on the dashboard of my car
You can buy a Sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shell
Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell
I don't care what they say, I'm gonna
Keep on prayin' to that pink madonna
Melted to the dashboard of my car.
I don't care if it bumps or jostles
Long as I got the Twelve Apostles
Bolted to the dashboard of my car
Don't I have a pious mess
Such a crowd of holiness
Strung across the dashboard of my car
No, I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
But I think he'll have to go
His magnet ruins my radio
And if we have a wreck he'll leave a scar
Riding through the thoroughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind
Trouble coming, he don't see
He just keeps his eyes on me
And any other thing that lies behind
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Though the sun shines on his back
Makes him peel, chip, and crack
A little patching keeps him up to par
When pedestrians try to cross
I let them know who's boss
I never blow my horn or give them warning
I ride all over town
Trying to run them down
And it's seldom that they live to see the morning
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
His halo fits just right
And I use it as a sight
And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far
When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say Damn
I can let all sorts of curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
For he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Once his robe was snowy white
Now it isn't quite so bright
Stained by the smoke of my cigar
God made Christ a Holy Jew
God made Him a Christian too
Paradoxes populate my car
Joseph beams with a feigned elan
From the shaggy dash of my furlined van
Famous cuckold in the master plan
Naughty Mary, smug and smiling
Jesus dainty and beguiling
Knee-deep in the piling of my van
His message clear by night or day
My phosphorescent plastic Gay
Simpering from the dashboard of my van
When I'm goin' fornicatin
I got my ceramic Satan
Sinnin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
The women know I'm on the level
Thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil
Ridin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Sneerin' from the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Leering from the dashboard of my van
I don't care if I'm broke or starvin'
As long as I've got a fish named Darwin
Glued to the trunklid of my car
God, I'm feeling so evolved
Drivin' with my problems solved
Proclaiming what I think of what we are
Riding home one foggy night,
With my honey cuddled tight,
I missed a curve and off the road we veered.
My windshield got smashed-up good,
And my darling graced the hood.
Plastic Jesus, He had disappeared.
{As refrain}
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
No longer chides me with His holy grin.
Doctors in the X-ray room
Found Him in my darling's womb.
Someday, He'll be born again!
I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
He's the dude with the rusty nails,
Walks on water, don't need no sails
Riding on the dashboard of me car
I don't care if the night is scary
As long as I got the Virgin Mary
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.
She don't slip and she don't slide
Cuz her ass is magnetized
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.
Well Rob stole the "what were you in a past life" quiz from me so I stole this from him...
What Obscure Animal are you?
What Obscure Animal are you?
Okay, here's the current situation. I may not be moving to Bensonhurst but I do need to talk to my landlady tonight. My friend who was going to move in with me (courtesy of her father who was paying her rent for the semester) will ONLY be able to move in to my ASTORIA apartment and not with me if I choose to move to Bensonhurst (which I still may do anyway if the apartment comes available sooner). But I have to know by FRIDAY what the deal is so I can let future roomie know. I would love to move to a cheaper place. It would make my life so much easier. So if you know of someone who may be interested in moving to Bensonhurst let me know...sigh...life is too complicated sometimes...
On the job front....interview on Friday after work with a theatre organization in Union Square. Also since I am really not doing ANYTHING here at this job, I am placing a few discrete inquiries with my other agencies about any job openings they may have. I really want to work.not sit around all day surfing the web and reading the news off of the Bloomberg application on the PC.
On the job front....interview on Friday after work with a theatre organization in Union Square. Also since I am really not doing ANYTHING here at this job, I am placing a few discrete inquiries with my other agencies about any job openings they may have. I really want to work.not sit around all day surfing the web and reading the news off of the Bloomberg application on the PC.
Wednesday, July 24, 2002
This has to break my friend Tracey's heart. She loves him on the show...oh well. Odd that they initially made the show to revolve around him but Martin Sheen stole the thunder from him.
A new (646) Guy is up with a tribute to Hildy's orange carpet dying snafu. You can now see what it would have looked like and I think Hildy, for once, had the right idea...it looked AWESOME!
Because I just love these things....
Take the Purrsonality Quiz!
In other news, it looks like I could be moving to Bensonhurst, Brooklyn! A guy that I am working with now told me that the apartment that his mother rents out will be vacated soon and the rent is cheaper than what I am paying now, a larger space, but the commute will be longer by about thirty minutes. Given how much I read, that subway trip shouldn't be too bad then. Just have a few more questions to ask and stuff like that but it looks like its a go.
Also, I have a job interview on Friday for a REAL job. This makes me VERY happy. I got the message when I got home last night and was able to call back and set up the interview for after work on Friday. I would like to think that I get a good feel from these people (since I interviewed with them for a job a few years ago that I later pulled myself out of the running for since it was less money than I was expecting and I got laid off not that much longer after it). But I had a good feeling about the last theatre group I interviewed with and was told that I was one of the top TWO candidates for the job and I didn't even get a call back for a second interview! The man never even returned ANY of my phone calls. I was not a happy camper. But we shall see. Who knows...I may get offered the job on the spot.
Take the Purrsonality Quiz!
In other news, it looks like I could be moving to Bensonhurst, Brooklyn! A guy that I am working with now told me that the apartment that his mother rents out will be vacated soon and the rent is cheaper than what I am paying now, a larger space, but the commute will be longer by about thirty minutes. Given how much I read, that subway trip shouldn't be too bad then. Just have a few more questions to ask and stuff like that but it looks like its a go.
Also, I have a job interview on Friday for a REAL job. This makes me VERY happy. I got the message when I got home last night and was able to call back and set up the interview for after work on Friday. I would like to think that I get a good feel from these people (since I interviewed with them for a job a few years ago that I later pulled myself out of the running for since it was less money than I was expecting and I got laid off not that much longer after it). But I had a good feeling about the last theatre group I interviewed with and was told that I was one of the top TWO candidates for the job and I didn't even get a call back for a second interview! The man never even returned ANY of my phone calls. I was not a happy camper. But we shall see. Who knows...I may get offered the job on the spot.
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
Ripping this off from Joni...
Which song...
reminds you of an ex-lover:
"No Ordinary Love" by Sade. One guy I was with on a regular basis loved to do it to that song.
reminds you of an ex-friend:
That song called "Bitch." I forget who sings it but it applies to a lot of people in my life.
makes you cry:
It doesn't make me cry as much as it makes me sentimental...."Close as Pages in a Book" by Claire Martin....oh talk about a WONDERFUL song...
makes you laugh:
I wish I knew the name of the song but the key line is "I don't care if it rains or freezes as long as I have my plastic Jesus riding on teh dashboard of my car...." If someone knows the name of it or who recorded it I would love to know.
makes you wanna dance:
Anything on my ABBA remix CD I burned....that or anything on my Queer as Folk dance CDs.
makes you wanna sing:
Anything by Gershwin. I love "Nice Work If You Can Get It" and "Fascinating Rhythm."
reminds you of the one you want:
"Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered" but only if it's sung by Ella Fitzgerald.
reminds you of the one you love:
Hmmmm well I'm not really in love so this is hard to answer. Maybe I should wait until I am at that point to answer it...
do you wish you wrote:
Anything by Stephen Sondheim. That man is a genius.
do you never want to hear again:
Anything by Britney Spears or NSYNC. Need I say more?
do you want to get married to:
"I Do, I Do, I Do" by ABBA for the kitsch purpose but for romantic there's this song called "Imagining You" that is just GORGEOUS!
sums up your teenage years:
"Roam" by the B-52s. I was roaming aimlessly pretty much then. And pretty much now too....
do you like to wake up to:
Nothing perky. Something just enough to get me motivated to move.
do you like out of your parents' record collection:
Simon and Garfunkel Live in Central Park
do you love that you wouldn't know about if it wasn't for a friend:
"Leather" by Tori Amos. Someone in college loaned me the CD and I just LOVED this song.
do you love the video more than the tune:
Hmmm never been a big video watcher....but there's something fun about the "Love Shack" video...and heck...even Eminem's "Slim Shady" video is rather cool.
do you love which is from your favourite movie:
Hmmm...no song from a movie has really gotten to me. Maybe it would have to be "I Will Always Love You" from The Bodyguard because it always makes me crack a smile because a friend and I did a fake figure skating routine for a talent night about that song.
makes you think of the moon:
"Moon River" -- heck I dunno....
makes you think of the night:
Oh that 10,000 Maniacs song "Here Comes the Night" or something like that.....
makes you think of sex:
Most Madonna songs but back where we started..."No Ordinary Love" by Sade.
makes you think of being alone:
Hm. Sound of Silence - Simon and Garfunkel
Which song...
reminds you of an ex-lover:
"No Ordinary Love" by Sade. One guy I was with on a regular basis loved to do it to that song.
reminds you of an ex-friend:
That song called "Bitch." I forget who sings it but it applies to a lot of people in my life.
makes you cry:
It doesn't make me cry as much as it makes me sentimental...."Close as Pages in a Book" by Claire Martin....oh talk about a WONDERFUL song...
makes you laugh:
I wish I knew the name of the song but the key line is "I don't care if it rains or freezes as long as I have my plastic Jesus riding on teh dashboard of my car...." If someone knows the name of it or who recorded it I would love to know.
makes you wanna dance:
Anything on my ABBA remix CD I burned....that or anything on my Queer as Folk dance CDs.
makes you wanna sing:
Anything by Gershwin. I love "Nice Work If You Can Get It" and "Fascinating Rhythm."
reminds you of the one you want:
"Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered" but only if it's sung by Ella Fitzgerald.
reminds you of the one you love:
Hmmmm well I'm not really in love so this is hard to answer. Maybe I should wait until I am at that point to answer it...
do you wish you wrote:
Anything by Stephen Sondheim. That man is a genius.
do you never want to hear again:
Anything by Britney Spears or NSYNC. Need I say more?
do you want to get married to:
"I Do, I Do, I Do" by ABBA for the kitsch purpose but for romantic there's this song called "Imagining You" that is just GORGEOUS!
sums up your teenage years:
"Roam" by the B-52s. I was roaming aimlessly pretty much then. And pretty much now too....
do you like to wake up to:
Nothing perky. Something just enough to get me motivated to move.
do you like out of your parents' record collection:
Simon and Garfunkel Live in Central Park
do you love that you wouldn't know about if it wasn't for a friend:
"Leather" by Tori Amos. Someone in college loaned me the CD and I just LOVED this song.
do you love the video more than the tune:
Hmmm never been a big video watcher....but there's something fun about the "Love Shack" video...and heck...even Eminem's "Slim Shady" video is rather cool.
do you love which is from your favourite movie:
Hmmm...no song from a movie has really gotten to me. Maybe it would have to be "I Will Always Love You" from The Bodyguard because it always makes me crack a smile because a friend and I did a fake figure skating routine for a talent night about that song.
makes you think of the moon:
"Moon River" -- heck I dunno....
makes you think of the night:
Oh that 10,000 Maniacs song "Here Comes the Night" or something like that.....
makes you think of sex:
Most Madonna songs but back where we started..."No Ordinary Love" by Sade.
makes you think of being alone:
Hm. Sound of Silence - Simon and Garfunkel
Remember the drama with my apartment and the landlord....well here's the latest chapter...this is what I posted at Tenant.net on the message boards...on the good side, one of the people I am working with at this temp gig has a mother who may have a huge seven room apartment in Brooklyn open up....it's in Bensonhurst so I just need to determine how the neighborhood compares to mine but on the plus side it would be cheaper to live there than in Astoria.
Here is my post...
I live in a month-to-month arrangement in Astoria. I have lived in this apartment for almost three years now and complied with EVERY request my landlady has made from getting the trash out on time to shutting my windows before I leave for work on days where it may rain. We've even made good faith gestures such as offering to get food and supplies from the grocery store when her husband went into the hospital.
Last month, she notified my roommate and I that she was raising the rent from $1200 to $1400. That wasn't an issue as much as it was the fact that she did this TEN DAYS before the first of the next month which meant she and I had to scramble to make rent payments. My roommate even worked out an arrangement so she could pay the previous month's rent amount (something I didn't know at the time) for July and then pay the new amount in August. Now my landlady demanded as of today that she pay the full amount and claims not to know about any verbal agreement.
My roommate opted to look for another place to live as she could not afford the new rent and tendered her notice to vacate as of August 31. This morning, according to my roommate, my landlady is stating that she is not going to allow me to have another roommate when my current roommate moves out and that she was not going to return my security deposit if I move out. She has even said that she is afraid of me (which is a joke and a half) and that she fears I will cause severe damage to the apartment. My roommate told her that I wasn't going to do that but she remains unconvinced. I've lived there for almost three years. I have no plans on damaging the apartment and I think I have raised my voice to my landlady two or three times and it was because she was stopping me at the front door (she lives downstairs, I live upstairs with my roommate) on my to work and I didn't have time to talk to her.
Now, I know she can't threaten the security deposit portion because she has to give an itemized list of things she will have to repair and I have a laundry list of witnesses that will say that some things were like that before I moved in. In fact, the landlady has not conducted an inspection on the last three people that lived there prior to moving out. Therefore, I fear that some of the damage done prior to my moving in (the carpets were heavily stained and one of the wall's plaster was seriously flaking) will be blamed on me. This though, I can live with...
However, can she prevent me from taking in a roommate to help pay on rent. I can't pay the full rent on my own and this is pretty much an eviction. From what I read, she can't prevent me from taking in a new roommate but I want to make sure.
Here is my post...
I live in a month-to-month arrangement in Astoria. I have lived in this apartment for almost three years now and complied with EVERY request my landlady has made from getting the trash out on time to shutting my windows before I leave for work on days where it may rain. We've even made good faith gestures such as offering to get food and supplies from the grocery store when her husband went into the hospital.
Last month, she notified my roommate and I that she was raising the rent from $1200 to $1400. That wasn't an issue as much as it was the fact that she did this TEN DAYS before the first of the next month which meant she and I had to scramble to make rent payments. My roommate even worked out an arrangement so she could pay the previous month's rent amount (something I didn't know at the time) for July and then pay the new amount in August. Now my landlady demanded as of today that she pay the full amount and claims not to know about any verbal agreement.
My roommate opted to look for another place to live as she could not afford the new rent and tendered her notice to vacate as of August 31. This morning, according to my roommate, my landlady is stating that she is not going to allow me to have another roommate when my current roommate moves out and that she was not going to return my security deposit if I move out. She has even said that she is afraid of me (which is a joke and a half) and that she fears I will cause severe damage to the apartment. My roommate told her that I wasn't going to do that but she remains unconvinced. I've lived there for almost three years. I have no plans on damaging the apartment and I think I have raised my voice to my landlady two or three times and it was because she was stopping me at the front door (she lives downstairs, I live upstairs with my roommate) on my to work and I didn't have time to talk to her.
Now, I know she can't threaten the security deposit portion because she has to give an itemized list of things she will have to repair and I have a laundry list of witnesses that will say that some things were like that before I moved in. In fact, the landlady has not conducted an inspection on the last three people that lived there prior to moving out. Therefore, I fear that some of the damage done prior to my moving in (the carpets were heavily stained and one of the wall's plaster was seriously flaking) will be blamed on me. This though, I can live with...
However, can she prevent me from taking in a roommate to help pay on rent. I can't pay the full rent on my own and this is pretty much an eviction. From what I read, she can't prevent me from taking in a new roommate but I want to make sure.
I admit it. I am a sucker for a British/Australian/Irish accent. You can add that to the "Would be nice" column.
This all comes from watching the local NBC affiliate's morning program and they went to their CNBC guy in London and I heard the accent and just melted. There's just something about a British accent that just does something for me.
This all comes from watching the local NBC affiliate's morning program and they went to their CNBC guy in London and I heard the accent and just melted. There's just something about a British accent that just does something for me.
Monday, July 22, 2002
The poll is over!
As you may recall, there used to be a poll to the left here asking whether or not I should turn over my love life to my reading public as nothing I was attempting was getting my anywhere. (Of course this all happened before I met Danny and even then there's nothing serious going on between me and him and he, in fact, has gone on a few dates of his own with other people so there.)
So over two-thirds of you want to take over my love life for me. Okay....go right ahead....bring on the men...put personal ads out for me. My love life is at your disposal...why am I totally scared right now...if you want to help and need more details as to what to look for in a guy, feel free to contact me (sixfoursixguy@yahoo.com) and we can talk....just some ground rules though...
Required:
Intelligence
Sense of humor
Some basic knowledge of current events
Breathing
Would be nice:
Some artistic bent
Yankees fan
Goatee (I'm a sucker for a man in a goatee)
MUST NOT
Be married
Be straight
Try to change me in any way...I like who I am dammit....
Other than that.....I'm open for it...let's make this happen....
As you may recall, there used to be a poll to the left here asking whether or not I should turn over my love life to my reading public as nothing I was attempting was getting my anywhere. (Of course this all happened before I met Danny and even then there's nothing serious going on between me and him and he, in fact, has gone on a few dates of his own with other people so there.)
So over two-thirds of you want to take over my love life for me. Okay....go right ahead....bring on the men...put personal ads out for me. My love life is at your disposal...why am I totally scared right now...if you want to help and need more details as to what to look for in a guy, feel free to contact me (sixfoursixguy@yahoo.com) and we can talk....just some ground rules though...
Required:
Intelligence
Sense of humor
Some basic knowledge of current events
Breathing
Would be nice:
Some artistic bent
Yankees fan
Goatee (I'm a sucker for a man in a goatee)
MUST NOT
Be married
Be straight
Try to change me in any way...I like who I am dammit....
Other than that.....I'm open for it...let's make this happen....
A new (646) Guy episode is up...
For those that have asked, things between Danny and I are better. We have continued to talk and plan to meet up soon to see where things go. All has been forgiven and forgotten....
For those that have asked, things between Danny and I are better. We have continued to talk and plan to meet up soon to see where things go. All has been forgiven and forgotten....
So here I am back at the office. I am working. And I am bored yet again.
I guess I shouldn't really complain given the fact that I am getting paid for doing work that my two year old nephew could do but at the same time I would really like something that is just a little more challenging. Even worse, they have no idea how long they will need me for (although I think part of it is contingent on how fast they replace the woman who left about two weeks ago).
Hey it's a job and I'll take it for now. It's money coming in and I can't complain about that.
I guess I shouldn't really complain given the fact that I am getting paid for doing work that my two year old nephew could do but at the same time I would really like something that is just a little more challenging. Even worse, they have no idea how long they will need me for (although I think part of it is contingent on how fast they replace the woman who left about two weeks ago).
Hey it's a job and I'll take it for now. It's money coming in and I can't complain about that.
Sunday, July 21, 2002
A question on Walt's blog asked who you would have tea with versus hang out the thought being that tea leads to more civilized conversation....so without further ado...
Tea: Helen Mirren, Stephen Sondheim, Dame Judi Dench, Susan Sarandon, Michaelangelo Signorile, Pat Robertson (shocking, no?), Katie Couric, Elaine Stritch, Fergie, and if she were still alive Ella Fitzgerald.
Hang Out: Julia Roberts, Matt Le Blanc (okay he's so cute), Paige Davis from Trading Spaces, Margaret Cho, Graham Norton (Walt and I have the same taste in some regards), the B-52s, and Sandra Bullock.
This list, of course, is subject to change when I am awake and can think clearly.
Tea: Helen Mirren, Stephen Sondheim, Dame Judi Dench, Susan Sarandon, Michaelangelo Signorile, Pat Robertson (shocking, no?), Katie Couric, Elaine Stritch, Fergie, and if she were still alive Ella Fitzgerald.
Hang Out: Julia Roberts, Matt Le Blanc (okay he's so cute), Paige Davis from Trading Spaces, Margaret Cho, Graham Norton (Walt and I have the same taste in some regards), the B-52s, and Sandra Bullock.
This list, of course, is subject to change when I am awake and can think clearly.
I feel sorry for Tiger Woods.
This man just had the worst round of golf in his professional career and EVERY single news source is just dying over this story. Every newscast around the WORLD has this story running about Tiger and the round of 81 he scored at the British Open.
Well, I think the media is somewhat to blame for it for building up the suspense about the possibility of him winning the third leg of the Grand Slam of gold. That combined with the public perception that he is an invincible player that cannot be beaten at the majors makes this collapse of his seem overly extraordinary. What most people forget is that he is human and capable of the same lapses in concentration and judgement that we all are. Yes, he will score a bad round. It may not happen often but it will happen.
This man just had the worst round of golf in his professional career and EVERY single news source is just dying over this story. Every newscast around the WORLD has this story running about Tiger and the round of 81 he scored at the British Open.
Well, I think the media is somewhat to blame for it for building up the suspense about the possibility of him winning the third leg of the Grand Slam of gold. That combined with the public perception that he is an invincible player that cannot be beaten at the majors makes this collapse of his seem overly extraordinary. What most people forget is that he is human and capable of the same lapses in concentration and judgement that we all are. Yes, he will score a bad round. It may not happen often but it will happen.
Friday, July 19, 2002
Okay, I'm back to full steam right now. I needed a few days off to collect myself but I am back to my fighting strength.
For those of you that have wondered, my play, STRANGE POISON, has been very well received by the audiences. There were a few audience members who have harped on the fact that I use the f-word in the play and that it is used rather often (primarily in the beginning of the play) and that I was using it to shock the audience. Well this went on for the dress rehearsal and the first two performances before the lead actress piped up and said, "You know, everyone is complaining about the language but no one seems to care about the fact that five people get killed during the show." That made me die laughing.
I'm heading back to NYC in three days. I think eleven days was just a bit too much for me. On the good side I do have a job to go back to when I return. Credit Lyonnais called my agency (after I talked to them of course) and I was told that they needed me back and they would work it out with the agency, yadda yadda yadda. So I have a job to go back to...and trust me you do not know how much of a relief that is!
I'm back to working on the adventures of the (646) Guy and a new episode should be up in about 30 minutes.
For those of you that have wondered, my play, STRANGE POISON, has been very well received by the audiences. There were a few audience members who have harped on the fact that I use the f-word in the play and that it is used rather often (primarily in the beginning of the play) and that I was using it to shock the audience. Well this went on for the dress rehearsal and the first two performances before the lead actress piped up and said, "You know, everyone is complaining about the language but no one seems to care about the fact that five people get killed during the show." That made me die laughing.
I'm heading back to NYC in three days. I think eleven days was just a bit too much for me. On the good side I do have a job to go back to when I return. Credit Lyonnais called my agency (after I talked to them of course) and I was told that they needed me back and they would work it out with the agency, yadda yadda yadda. So I have a job to go back to...and trust me you do not know how much of a relief that is!
I'm back to working on the adventures of the (646) Guy and a new episode should be up in about 30 minutes.
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
There are reasons why I do not take road trips with my family anymore. Of course that is above and beyond the fact that I don't live in Florida anymore.
Seven and a half hours. In a van. With my father. My mother. My sister. Myself. My two year old nephew. Of course I had very little sleep in my system when we left Jacksonville and could barely get to sleep in the back of the van as I was constantly being reminded that I was either laying on my father's suit jacket or on my sister's clothes. Neither of them, I assume, thought a hang up bag to protect said clothing would be in order here.
I guess what really got to me about this entire ordeal was the fact that I wasn't so much asked to attend the funeral as much as I was ORDERED to attend the funeral. My mother just naturally assumed that I would want to go to the funeral. If not that, then I had to attend for the sole fact that I was in Florida at the time, under her roof, and therefore obligated to do her bidding (which makes for an effective argument). Or...you could even say that it was a Southern thing. You have to keep up appearances...
My great uncle was not one of my favorite relatives. He was an alcoholic who, we estimate, drank a fifth of Scotch, bourbon, or vodka (or all three) a day at the very least. He was prejudiced and racist and loved making jokes at the expense of minorities. He would tell a racist joke and I would sit there with a pained expression of my face trying my best not to say something that would piss him off, my grandmother off, or even my own mother off. I think I looked more constipated than pained.
His death was very sudden. I had originally been told that he had less than a year which I found surprising given the amount of alcohol he drank and the number of cigarettes he smoked. When I talked to my grandmother earlier this week, she told me that he had gone from less than a year to just three days. In fact, when I spoke to her that was the third day. He lived one more day past that.
Regardless of how I felt at the time, going to the funeral wasn't so much to remember his life as much as it was to be there for my family members who were taking it rather hard. My aunt Phyllis was pretty much devastated by the entire thing. She looked incredibly shaky and as if she needed a Xanax or Prozac just to keep herself in check. My cousin Alison was a wreck as well. As they lived in South Carolina and had an easier opportunity to visit with my great-uncle, they were the hardest hit. I did my best to try to keep things positive by talking about tattoos and showing off the six year old piece of artwork on my left shoulder and joking with my cousins about heading up to the tattoo parlor within walking distance of my grandmother's house and getting something done in honor of Uncle Smiley.
I think that was my purpose in going to the funeral. I was the comic relief that was needed to break the tension (although my two year old nephew was doing a nice job himself). Some people hate death or even fear it. I look at death as a moment where we need to pause and reflect on where we are in life and the path we are on. Is this a path we need to change or something we want to change?
So here's to my Great-Uncle Smiley and the 73 years he lived on this earth. He taught me smile in the face of hatred and learn to love others. Kinda funny considering the man he was...
Seven and a half hours. In a van. With my father. My mother. My sister. Myself. My two year old nephew. Of course I had very little sleep in my system when we left Jacksonville and could barely get to sleep in the back of the van as I was constantly being reminded that I was either laying on my father's suit jacket or on my sister's clothes. Neither of them, I assume, thought a hang up bag to protect said clothing would be in order here.
I guess what really got to me about this entire ordeal was the fact that I wasn't so much asked to attend the funeral as much as I was ORDERED to attend the funeral. My mother just naturally assumed that I would want to go to the funeral. If not that, then I had to attend for the sole fact that I was in Florida at the time, under her roof, and therefore obligated to do her bidding (which makes for an effective argument). Or...you could even say that it was a Southern thing. You have to keep up appearances...
My great uncle was not one of my favorite relatives. He was an alcoholic who, we estimate, drank a fifth of Scotch, bourbon, or vodka (or all three) a day at the very least. He was prejudiced and racist and loved making jokes at the expense of minorities. He would tell a racist joke and I would sit there with a pained expression of my face trying my best not to say something that would piss him off, my grandmother off, or even my own mother off. I think I looked more constipated than pained.
His death was very sudden. I had originally been told that he had less than a year which I found surprising given the amount of alcohol he drank and the number of cigarettes he smoked. When I talked to my grandmother earlier this week, she told me that he had gone from less than a year to just three days. In fact, when I spoke to her that was the third day. He lived one more day past that.
Regardless of how I felt at the time, going to the funeral wasn't so much to remember his life as much as it was to be there for my family members who were taking it rather hard. My aunt Phyllis was pretty much devastated by the entire thing. She looked incredibly shaky and as if she needed a Xanax or Prozac just to keep herself in check. My cousin Alison was a wreck as well. As they lived in South Carolina and had an easier opportunity to visit with my great-uncle, they were the hardest hit. I did my best to try to keep things positive by talking about tattoos and showing off the six year old piece of artwork on my left shoulder and joking with my cousins about heading up to the tattoo parlor within walking distance of my grandmother's house and getting something done in honor of Uncle Smiley.
I think that was my purpose in going to the funeral. I was the comic relief that was needed to break the tension (although my two year old nephew was doing a nice job himself). Some people hate death or even fear it. I look at death as a moment where we need to pause and reflect on where we are in life and the path we are on. Is this a path we need to change or something we want to change?
So here's to my Great-Uncle Smiley and the 73 years he lived on this earth. He taught me smile in the face of hatred and learn to love others. Kinda funny considering the man he was...
Saturday, July 13, 2002
Friday, July 12, 2002
Thursday, July 11, 2002
Wow....Bud Selig, the commissioner/president/whatever of Major League Baseball says that one team won't meet payroll on Monday and another team may have to srop out of the SEASON beacuse they are in such debt. Of course no one will confirm or deny this -- even Selig himself isn't talking.
Best bets though -- Montreal and either Tampa Bay or Florida. I am betting that Montreal is the debt problem which leaves Miami and Tampa. I think the Twins fans are rallying behind their team right now. I just know that it is NOT the Yankees.
Best bets though -- Montreal and either Tampa Bay or Florida. I am betting that Montreal is the debt problem which leaves Miami and Tampa. I think the Twins fans are rallying behind their team right now. I just know that it is NOT the Yankees.
Okay I just got back from my play's dress rehearsal. There were other audience members there as well so it was great to see how an audience reacted to the show.
For the most part they loved it. For a good portion of Act 1 they really didn't seem to know what to expect so they were pretty much holding back on laughs until the final scene when they were getting some good responses from the audience. The second act looked FABULOUS and the audience was really into it and laughing because the story was taking so many twists that they didn't know what to expect from the story. Overall it was REALLY very well received and the audience had a great time with it.
BUT, the best part was the couple that left at intermission. That meant I had actually touched a member of the audience. They were listening and paying attention but not liking what they saw (and too bad for that). But that meant the most to me...people LEAVING my show because they didn't like the language and there was no redeemable quality in either of the leading characters...and for me THAT WAS PERFECT! There really are no redeemable qualities....
This is going to be so much fun....
For the most part they loved it. For a good portion of Act 1 they really didn't seem to know what to expect so they were pretty much holding back on laughs until the final scene when they were getting some good responses from the audience. The second act looked FABULOUS and the audience was really into it and laughing because the story was taking so many twists that they didn't know what to expect from the story. Overall it was REALLY very well received and the audience had a great time with it.
BUT, the best part was the couple that left at intermission. That meant I had actually touched a member of the audience. They were listening and paying attention but not liking what they saw (and too bad for that). But that meant the most to me...people LEAVING my show because they didn't like the language and there was no redeemable quality in either of the leading characters...and for me THAT WAS PERFECT! There really are no redeemable qualities....
This is going to be so much fun....
Wednesday, July 10, 2002
Okay so I am now down in Florida and going to the dress rehearsal of my play tonight. Flying this time was a breeze. There were no lines to get my tickets and with a minor hiccup in Charlotte when we took off late, we still managed to get to Jax in time.
A couple of things though -- I didn't get scanned ONCE going through the first round of metal detectors. I was through free and clear. I even looked at the woman as if she were an idiot for not stopping me for a sweep with the black wand. I shouldn't do that though (look at them as if there were idiots I mean). I mean that's just ASKING for a full body cavity search.
So I get on my plane and now they have the videos telling you all of the safety stuff and I noticed a few things. In the event of a power failure, LIGHTS WILL COME ON? How can lights come on in a power failure? Yes, I know that there is a separate generator for them but if they can have one for the lights can't they have one for the plane? I'd be willing to sit in the dark for a separate generator for the plane.
In the event of an emergency there are slides at all of the exit doors that can be detached to use as a raft. Okay, so if you're SLIDING down the thing, how can you be IN the raft?
Life jackets -- don't inflate them inside the cabin? Okay, WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO INFLATE THEM? When I am thirty feet underwater and drowning? Oh wait, let me remember what to do.....yeah right....
A couple of things though -- I didn't get scanned ONCE going through the first round of metal detectors. I was through free and clear. I even looked at the woman as if she were an idiot for not stopping me for a sweep with the black wand. I shouldn't do that though (look at them as if there were idiots I mean). I mean that's just ASKING for a full body cavity search.
So I get on my plane and now they have the videos telling you all of the safety stuff and I noticed a few things. In the event of a power failure, LIGHTS WILL COME ON? How can lights come on in a power failure? Yes, I know that there is a separate generator for them but if they can have one for the lights can't they have one for the plane? I'd be willing to sit in the dark for a separate generator for the plane.
In the event of an emergency there are slides at all of the exit doors that can be detached to use as a raft. Okay, so if you're SLIDING down the thing, how can you be IN the raft?
Life jackets -- don't inflate them inside the cabin? Okay, WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO INFLATE THEM? When I am thirty feet underwater and drowning? Oh wait, let me remember what to do.....yeah right....
First and foremost, many thanks to those of you who wrote to express your concern or empathy (no sympathy allowed). Danny and I have talked and agreed to put it all behind us and forget all about it. So, yes, it is all turning out well so far...
I fly out later this morning to head home to Florida for the world premiere of my play, Strange Poison. My posting will be limited for today but I will do my best....
I fly out later this morning to head home to Florida for the world premiere of my play, Strange Poison. My posting will be limited for today but I will do my best....
Tuesday, July 09, 2002
Monday, July 08, 2002
Tonight went horribly irrecovably wrong.
I met this really nice, funny, cute guy named Danny. I was supposed to meet him tonight in a pizza parlor in the East Village and perhaps go back to his place to talk, get to know each other, and no sex at all. Cuddling, however, was an option. He really does intrigue me quite a bit and I do want to get to know him better and see if something could be there between us. However, this was not to meant to be, primarily due to my own lack of proper judgement for which I am kicking myself right now.
First I'm racing out the door because I really want to meet this guy (okay so i was a little anxious) and I have cell phone in hand and forget to ask for his phone number. This comes to haunt me later. Bad judgement decision #1.
Second, as I am racing to catch my train, one closes its doors as I am climbing the stairs. Must wait for the next train to leave.
Third, we get held at the 59th Street stop by the station master for some unknown reason. I finally give up on waiting after an interminable amount of time and decide to try to hail a cab cursing myself for not having his number. Put in a phone call to a friend who has to go into my AOL account to get his email address and send him a message. It's all I have but it works. Possibly another bad judgement call. Still debateable.
Fourth, I get to the pizza parlor and am either totally blind and missed him sitting in the front of the pizza parlor or am just consumed in my whole panick attack and don't see him at all. I figure that he's already left since it's been so long and I head back out to the street. MAJORLY BAD JUDGEMENT CALL. I have to agree with him on this one...I should have at least waited. I gave into my gut instinct that he must have left already since I was so late.
At this point, I hail another cab to take me back home because I don't want to even think of getting on the subway and am somehow blessed to have a cabdriver that believes that the speed limit in NYC is 250 miles per hour. Part of me wants to cry about what a horrible night it had been (and the time wasted between the two of us) and part of me is going, "Why the heck do you want to cry? You hardly know the guy?"
Well this is why I wanted to cry: I let someone down. Somoene who was expecting me to come through at a critical moment and I failed. Something may be over before it even starts and that alone is reason to pause and reflect for a moment. If I still have a snowball's chance in hell to make amends for what happened tonight then I need to grab onto said snowball and make damn sure it doesn't melt (was that too much of a mixed metaphor?). Even worse, I am heading to Florida in two days and someone that I think is smart, funny, cute, and witty is now mad at me. And I don't like it when people are mad at me. Hell, I don't think that anyone could be madder at me than myself right now. You know what they say about there's only once chance to make a first impression. Well I blew it and I blew it big time.
So, here I am at home, wondering if this guy will ever give me a second chance and wondering, at the same time, if I even deserve one. After all, I wouldn't be surprised if he is more than a little hesitant in attempting to set up another meeting. Additionally, he would be more than justified in his feelings. Additionally, I wouldn't be surprised or hurt if he stood me up as well. Something tells me that I deserve that as well.
I guess what hurts the most is that my love life has been lacking so much for so long that when I finally meet someone who holds my interest and makes me want to know more about them, I screw it up. Heck, I was willing to let everyone here have a crack at my love life and try to set me up with people and I was beginning to think that it just might not be necessary after all. I have no one to blame here by myself and my total lack of proper judgement. That fact alone, coupled with everything else here is what hurts the most. And it really does hurt a lot.
And to that guy out there, if you ever read this, and I hope you do, I don't know what I can do to make amends, but I would like to try. And soon.
I met this really nice, funny, cute guy named Danny. I was supposed to meet him tonight in a pizza parlor in the East Village and perhaps go back to his place to talk, get to know each other, and no sex at all. Cuddling, however, was an option. He really does intrigue me quite a bit and I do want to get to know him better and see if something could be there between us. However, this was not to meant to be, primarily due to my own lack of proper judgement for which I am kicking myself right now.
First I'm racing out the door because I really want to meet this guy (okay so i was a little anxious) and I have cell phone in hand and forget to ask for his phone number. This comes to haunt me later. Bad judgement decision #1.
Second, as I am racing to catch my train, one closes its doors as I am climbing the stairs. Must wait for the next train to leave.
Third, we get held at the 59th Street stop by the station master for some unknown reason. I finally give up on waiting after an interminable amount of time and decide to try to hail a cab cursing myself for not having his number. Put in a phone call to a friend who has to go into my AOL account to get his email address and send him a message. It's all I have but it works. Possibly another bad judgement call. Still debateable.
Fourth, I get to the pizza parlor and am either totally blind and missed him sitting in the front of the pizza parlor or am just consumed in my whole panick attack and don't see him at all. I figure that he's already left since it's been so long and I head back out to the street. MAJORLY BAD JUDGEMENT CALL. I have to agree with him on this one...I should have at least waited. I gave into my gut instinct that he must have left already since I was so late.
At this point, I hail another cab to take me back home because I don't want to even think of getting on the subway and am somehow blessed to have a cabdriver that believes that the speed limit in NYC is 250 miles per hour. Part of me wants to cry about what a horrible night it had been (and the time wasted between the two of us) and part of me is going, "Why the heck do you want to cry? You hardly know the guy?"
Well this is why I wanted to cry: I let someone down. Somoene who was expecting me to come through at a critical moment and I failed. Something may be over before it even starts and that alone is reason to pause and reflect for a moment. If I still have a snowball's chance in hell to make amends for what happened tonight then I need to grab onto said snowball and make damn sure it doesn't melt (was that too much of a mixed metaphor?). Even worse, I am heading to Florida in two days and someone that I think is smart, funny, cute, and witty is now mad at me. And I don't like it when people are mad at me. Hell, I don't think that anyone could be madder at me than myself right now. You know what they say about there's only once chance to make a first impression. Well I blew it and I blew it big time.
So, here I am at home, wondering if this guy will ever give me a second chance and wondering, at the same time, if I even deserve one. After all, I wouldn't be surprised if he is more than a little hesitant in attempting to set up another meeting. Additionally, he would be more than justified in his feelings. Additionally, I wouldn't be surprised or hurt if he stood me up as well. Something tells me that I deserve that as well.
I guess what hurts the most is that my love life has been lacking so much for so long that when I finally meet someone who holds my interest and makes me want to know more about them, I screw it up. Heck, I was willing to let everyone here have a crack at my love life and try to set me up with people and I was beginning to think that it just might not be necessary after all. I have no one to blame here by myself and my total lack of proper judgement. That fact alone, coupled with everything else here is what hurts the most. And it really does hurt a lot.
And to that guy out there, if you ever read this, and I hope you do, I don't know what I can do to make amends, but I would like to try. And soon.
More work has been done in the store. Two more slogans have been added, two more LGBT shirts, plus the two Vermont Collections and the Miami Collection based on photographs I took during my vacations there.
I want to know why the heck some of these CEOs are pleading the fifth. We're gonna find out the truth one way or another and you had better come clean now and save us all the trouble (not to mention the taxpayer expense) of having to dig and research this one on our own.
Look, we all know that SOMETHING had to go down and most likely, who am I kidding...YOU KNEW! You're just trying to save your ass on this (which I expect you to do) but you are defrauding stockholders on this. This is FRAUD. Somehow I don't think you've come to understand that by taking the fifth, as you plan, makes you look EVEN GUILTIER than before. It's because of people like Ken Lay of Enron, the multiple leaders of Global Crossing (yes, I worked there and they had more staff changes than you could imagine...trying to keep up an org chart was IMPOSSIBLE), and now Ebbers and Sullivan of WorldCom....I'm surprised ANYONE has any money in the stock market right now...
Look, we all know that SOMETHING had to go down and most likely, who am I kidding...YOU KNEW! You're just trying to save your ass on this (which I expect you to do) but you are defrauding stockholders on this. This is FRAUD. Somehow I don't think you've come to understand that by taking the fifth, as you plan, makes you look EVEN GUILTIER than before. It's because of people like Ken Lay of Enron, the multiple leaders of Global Crossing (yes, I worked there and they had more staff changes than you could imagine...trying to keep up an org chart was IMPOSSIBLE), and now Ebbers and Sullivan of WorldCom....I'm surprised ANYONE has any money in the stock market right now...
Okay...the new (646) Guy is up for your amusement...
Just read the article in TimeOutNY about our wonderful NYCBloggers.com crew. I must admit they did a nice job with the article and Liz, if you read this...I TOTALLY DIG YOUR TATTOOS!
Just read the article in TimeOutNY about our wonderful NYCBloggers.com crew. I must admit they did a nice job with the article and Liz, if you read this...I TOTALLY DIG YOUR TATTOOS!
I'm at work. I don't want ot be here. I have a headache. I want to be home watching Price is Right and eating my Haagen Daas hazelnut gelato. Is that too much to ask? But I have to be here today because I have to put it two more days of work so I have some additional cash while I am on vacation to Florida....
Sunday, July 07, 2002
Since some have asked....the item below that I said was wrong on so many levels involved a couple who was auctioning off the right to name their baby (just their first name, not their middle name) on eBay. They had a few stipulations but they agreed to go along with whatever was decided upon by the winner of the auction....they said they were doing it to start a college fund for their child. When I last saw the auction it was at just under three grand...
Also I just got done watching Bachelorettes in Alaska. Two of the women got the shaft, two got their guys (one of which even made me go hubba hubba), and one got shafted by her guy but wound up getting back with a guy she dumped before. I think there's a certain karmic backlash with the woman who had the most money in her "dowry" -- Rebekkah. I think she kinda got off being the most wanted woman of the five on the show and then in the end she wound up with no one. Kinda humbling, no?
Also I just got done watching Bachelorettes in Alaska. Two of the women got the shaft, two got their guys (one of which even made me go hubba hubba), and one got shafted by her guy but wound up getting back with a guy she dumped before. I think there's a certain karmic backlash with the woman who had the most money in her "dowry" -- Rebekkah. I think she kinda got off being the most wanted woman of the five on the show and then in the end she wound up with no one. Kinda humbling, no?
I was having a talk last night with a friend who is highly amused with my poll to allow the readers of this blog take over my love life.
"Brian, you're a great guy, you're not butt ugly (I burst into laughter at this point), a great sense of humor, a great personality. There really is no need for you to have to have your readers set yourself up on dates. Just go to a few bars or clubs, have some fun, and let nature take its course."
This was the point where I delicately stated that I am not a bar or club kinda guy. I have never really been one of them. I have gone but it's been more with friends than on my own. I hate going to bars on my own. I really do...don't ask me why, don't ask me how, but that's just been my perspective on the whole thing.
"But, Brian, if you don't go out to bars or clubs, how do you expect to find a guy?"
And therein lies the problem...do I want someone who is more socially aware or someone who likes to go out and party? Or do I want a combination of both? All I really want is a nice guy...doesn't have to be God's gift to the world...not bad if he has a few extra pounds either...smart, funny, well read, maybe a creative bent, some semblance of culture (must know the difference between Sondheim and Seagal)...etc etc....must indulge my need to wake up hella early to watch the Wimbledon finals...
So while I am in Florida I need to do some thinking and planning and plotting...I, at teh very least, need to make an effort....otherwise....spinsterhood.....
"Brian, you're a great guy, you're not butt ugly (I burst into laughter at this point), a great sense of humor, a great personality. There really is no need for you to have to have your readers set yourself up on dates. Just go to a few bars or clubs, have some fun, and let nature take its course."
This was the point where I delicately stated that I am not a bar or club kinda guy. I have never really been one of them. I have gone but it's been more with friends than on my own. I hate going to bars on my own. I really do...don't ask me why, don't ask me how, but that's just been my perspective on the whole thing.
"But, Brian, if you don't go out to bars or clubs, how do you expect to find a guy?"
And therein lies the problem...do I want someone who is more socially aware or someone who likes to go out and party? Or do I want a combination of both? All I really want is a nice guy...doesn't have to be God's gift to the world...not bad if he has a few extra pounds either...smart, funny, well read, maybe a creative bent, some semblance of culture (must know the difference between Sondheim and Seagal)...etc etc....must indulge my need to wake up hella early to watch the Wimbledon finals...
So while I am in Florida I need to do some thinking and planning and plotting...I, at teh very least, need to make an effort....otherwise....spinsterhood.....
Saturday, July 06, 2002
For some reason I was possessed to watch the Hawaiian Tropics (Look at How Large and Fake My Breasts Are) Pageant. I'm watching some of these women walk by and I keep saying, "Well her chest isn't as big as that woman. How does she think she can compete in this competition?" And since this is like the national finals and four of them will go on to I guess their Miss Universe of Hawaiian Tropics (Look at How Large and Fake My Breasts Are) Pageant...when they announced the Miss Congeniality it went to the woman who had the smallest breasts. You think I am joking but I'm not. I guess Miss Congeniality really stands for "Woman With Small Nubbins."
Couple of quick words of note:
One of Afghanistan's three vice-presidents was assassinated. This just does not bode well for me. Don't ask me why, don't ask me how. Also, considering that it was done in broad daylight as well....hoo boy...
And the Russians want to help spearhead a team that will go to Mars and live there for a few months. Now here's my thoughts on this....what if someone gets sick or injured while on Mars? What if someone dies while they are on Mars? And what about this Russian scientist who was giddily asking about discovering life on Mars? Should he be concerned that this "life" might KILL someone? Or eat them? Or make them a god to be worshipped by the rest of the world?
I don't think that part has been fully thought out....
And if you look to the left and you see the poll and you haven't voted yet, please do so. The current tally has my reading public wanting to take over my love life. You have until the end of July to vote. And remember (especially for those of you voting yes....), you have to find the guys for me to date as well....I have ever so slight veto power (slight not total) and if there are multiple options, then you the readers get to pick....it's like love connection...except without Chuck Woolery in those HORRIBLE early 90s leather jackets...
One of Afghanistan's three vice-presidents was assassinated. This just does not bode well for me. Don't ask me why, don't ask me how. Also, considering that it was done in broad daylight as well....hoo boy...
And the Russians want to help spearhead a team that will go to Mars and live there for a few months. Now here's my thoughts on this....what if someone gets sick or injured while on Mars? What if someone dies while they are on Mars? And what about this Russian scientist who was giddily asking about discovering life on Mars? Should he be concerned that this "life" might KILL someone? Or eat them? Or make them a god to be worshipped by the rest of the world?
I don't think that part has been fully thought out....
And if you look to the left and you see the poll and you haven't voted yet, please do so. The current tally has my reading public wanting to take over my love life. You have until the end of July to vote. And remember (especially for those of you voting yes....), you have to find the guys for me to date as well....I have ever so slight veto power (slight not total) and if there are multiple options, then you the readers get to pick....it's like love connection...except without Chuck Woolery in those HORRIBLE early 90s leather jackets...
Friday, July 05, 2002
Okay...even scarier now....someone located my fake life blog (646) Guy by looking up (no joke) "psoriasis on penis."
I'm not sure if this is worse than those unclothed pics of the bratty sister who have more money than sin...
I'm not sure if this is worse than those unclothed pics of the bratty sister who have more money than sin...
I've done some more work in the store. There are seven more sayings along with teh new flower and Hawaii collections that have been created, uploaded, and added to the inventory. Drop in and have a look around.
Ted Williams is also dead. Upon learning this, I called my father to chastise him once again from pulling me away from the BoSox's practice field during spring training so many years ago. "Thumper" had arrived and promised us that he would sign our baseballs, cards, etc, after he checked into the locker room. Fifteen minutes later my father was calling for me to join him as he had just procured our tickets for the game. I was insistent on staying, he was insistent that I join him. Being that I had no standing to do anything other than join him I left my post and told him what I was about to miss out on. So, of course, when I heard the news I called my father to rib him one more time.
Oh well....just goes to show I did have SOME good childhood memories....LOL
Ted Williams is also dead. Upon learning this, I called my father to chastise him once again from pulling me away from the BoSox's practice field during spring training so many years ago. "Thumper" had arrived and promised us that he would sign our baseballs, cards, etc, after he checked into the locker room. Fifteen minutes later my father was calling for me to join him as he had just procured our tickets for the game. I was insistent on staying, he was insistent that I join him. Being that I had no standing to do anything other than join him I left my post and told him what I was about to miss out on. So, of course, when I heard the news I called my father to rib him one more time.
Oh well....just goes to show I did have SOME good childhood memories....LOL
A new (646) Guy is up for your enjoyment....
On the plus side...it may be another short day at the office..
On the plus side...it may be another short day at the office..
What a pisser....I'm gonna miss Dolly Parton singing on the plaza at the Today Show. I think there is a conspiracy against me. Just kidding....I know it's shocking, but I really like the music of Dolly Parton....as long as I know the song and can sing along with it.
The humidity has finally broken and it feels absolutely fabulous. If there's any humidity right now I am not feeling it...it's a nice 78 degrees and apparently the temperature is dropping even more before it starts to come back up. It's going to be 10 degrees cooler today than it has in past days. I can live with that...
Even better, I leave for Florida for vacation in just five days.
The humidity has finally broken and it feels absolutely fabulous. If there's any humidity right now I am not feeling it...it's a nice 78 degrees and apparently the temperature is dropping even more before it starts to come back up. It's going to be 10 degrees cooler today than it has in past days. I can live with that...
Even better, I leave for Florida for vacation in just five days.
Thursday, July 04, 2002
A new episode of (646) Guy is up....enjoy....
Also, I have done some tinkering at the BlogGear store so it's much easier to navigate. Take a look around and tell me what you think. Would love to get some feedback....
Other than that it has been a lazy, hot, not so humid day here in NYC. I have my 50 pounds of laundry back from the cleaners and I need to put it away but I am holding off for now until I decide what clothes I want to take to Florida with me next week. I've spent most of the day drinking water, trying to stay cool, drinking more water, watching Wimbledon tennis, feeling sad for the guy who got dumped on today's episode of Change of Heart (you know, one of those shows you love to watch but would NEVER tell anyone that you loved to watch them -- and the guy today was CUTE AS HECK)....just a day to relax...I kinda like it....
Also, I have done some tinkering at the BlogGear store so it's much easier to navigate. Take a look around and tell me what you think. Would love to get some feedback....
Other than that it has been a lazy, hot, not so humid day here in NYC. I have my 50 pounds of laundry back from the cleaners and I need to put it away but I am holding off for now until I decide what clothes I want to take to Florida with me next week. I've spent most of the day drinking water, trying to stay cool, drinking more water, watching Wimbledon tennis, feeling sad for the guy who got dumped on today's episode of Change of Heart (you know, one of those shows you love to watch but would NEVER tell anyone that you loved to watch them -- and the guy today was CUTE AS HECK)....just a day to relax...I kinda like it....
As most of you know, I am pretty much a whore for reality TV (just for reality TV....and maybe cheesecake.....and maybe...well we could be here forever) and I just read that Krista from Big Brother 2 is suing CBS and Arnold Shapiro (the producer) because they allowed Justin Sebik into the game and he held a knife to her throat.
Okay, CBS did the best background check that they could have done. Since some of the charges were dropped and therefore not thoroughly prosecuted, they did not show up on the background check. So yeah, if you did some extra digging then you would have found them. However, Krista is not without blame and if this case does go to court there will be a litany of houseguests that can testify against her. She was pursuing Justin (and every other man in the house) like a rabid dog in heat. She put herself in that position and she has to get what she deserves which is nothing. Although something tells me that CBS will settle this for some paltry amount to shut her hup.
And Krista, if you read this, and God I hope you do...remember those banners that flew talking about you and the knife and how Justin REALLY got evicted....IT WAS ME YOU LOUISIANA FRUITCAKE! I FLEW THEM! I WAS WRITING FOR 3BIGSHOWS.COM AND WE FLEW THOSE FREAKING BANNERS OVER THE HOUSE! IT WAS ME DAMMIT! ME! (INSERT EVIL LAUGH HERE) COME ON JUST TRY GIVING ME A DIRT NAP YOU NYQUIL SWILLING, ECSTACY POPPING, LOUISIANA FRUITCAKE!
God that feels so good.....
Okay, CBS did the best background check that they could have done. Since some of the charges were dropped and therefore not thoroughly prosecuted, they did not show up on the background check. So yeah, if you did some extra digging then you would have found them. However, Krista is not without blame and if this case does go to court there will be a litany of houseguests that can testify against her. She was pursuing Justin (and every other man in the house) like a rabid dog in heat. She put herself in that position and she has to get what she deserves which is nothing. Although something tells me that CBS will settle this for some paltry amount to shut her hup.
And Krista, if you read this, and God I hope you do...remember those banners that flew talking about you and the knife and how Justin REALLY got evicted....IT WAS ME YOU LOUISIANA FRUITCAKE! I FLEW THEM! I WAS WRITING FOR 3BIGSHOWS.COM AND WE FLEW THOSE FREAKING BANNERS OVER THE HOUSE! IT WAS ME DAMMIT! ME! (INSERT EVIL LAUGH HERE) COME ON JUST TRY GIVING ME A DIRT NAP YOU NYQUIL SWILLING, ECSTACY POPPING, LOUISIANA FRUITCAKE!
God that feels so good.....
Wednesday, July 03, 2002
I am about to head home for the July 4th holiday ("home" as in my apartment). I have no A/C which means my apartment will be sweltering. This is the first apartment I have lived in that has never had A/C which means I am going to get a BIG bottle of water on my way home and pray that I survive. I am also going to take a really cold shower and stand naked in front of a fan and pray that it cool me off.
Now there's an image for some of you out there!
Now there's an image for some of you out there!
All I have to say is this is the link of the YEAR. Click on the slideshow to see the nominees and winner of the Worst Bridesmaid's Dress Competition. The winner's dress was appropriately ugly enough but the miniskirt dress and the one that looked like a purple monk's outfit...what were these brides thinking when they chose these dresses?
So does Martha Stewart think she is too important to talk about her ImClone Scandal while making icebox cookies on the CBS Early Show or does CBS value her too much to let her go?
It all stems back to last week with CBS Early Show Jane Clayson when Martha was grilled about her ImClone deals by Clayson (who was chopping cabbage at the time) while making a salad. Martha tartly said that she wasn't about to answer anything but questions about her damn salad. So when Martha was due to return again today to talk about icebox cookies she called in advance to see if she would be asked questions about ImClone. When told that she would she pulled out.
Martha, darling, you need to get over yourself. You have to expect that wherever you go and wherever you appear you are going to be asked questions about ImClone. If you had gone on the CBS Early Show this morning and they had NOT asked you about ImClone then they would not be doing their jobs. You need to SUCK IT UP YOU SCABBY ASS BITCH and deal with it. Until this story is no longer a story then you need to deal with this...it's a news story. It's about you. And you are looking like the bitch that you are rumored to be.
And to CBS who decided to allow Martha NOT to appear on the show. You suck as bad as she does. You have a job to do. You are there to report the news to us. Martha Stewart is news. ImClone is news. You have failed in your duty to get the story and report it to the public. Bring that bitchy Long Islander on the show, let her make her cookies, and stick it to her about ImClone. I wanna see her writhing in her entrails.
That would be a good thing.
It all stems back to last week with CBS Early Show Jane Clayson when Martha was grilled about her ImClone deals by Clayson (who was chopping cabbage at the time) while making a salad. Martha tartly said that she wasn't about to answer anything but questions about her damn salad. So when Martha was due to return again today to talk about icebox cookies she called in advance to see if she would be asked questions about ImClone. When told that she would she pulled out.
Martha, darling, you need to get over yourself. You have to expect that wherever you go and wherever you appear you are going to be asked questions about ImClone. If you had gone on the CBS Early Show this morning and they had NOT asked you about ImClone then they would not be doing their jobs. You need to SUCK IT UP YOU SCABBY ASS BITCH and deal with it. Until this story is no longer a story then you need to deal with this...it's a news story. It's about you. And you are looking like the bitch that you are rumored to be.
And to CBS who decided to allow Martha NOT to appear on the show. You suck as bad as she does. You have a job to do. You are there to report the news to us. Martha Stewart is news. ImClone is news. You have failed in your duty to get the story and report it to the public. Bring that bitchy Long Islander on the show, let her make her cookies, and stick it to her about ImClone. I wanna see her writhing in her entrails.
That would be a good thing.
Tuesday, July 02, 2002
Just saw Kevin Chamberlin, a wonderful theatre actor and also seen in a few movies like "Trick" and "In and Out", in a commercial for Nicorette. Sigh...it's scary when you can start identifying actors in commercials by name...and it even makes me wonder if I either I watch too much TV or too much theatre....
I'm sitting here watching a rerun of Hollywood Squares which featured the cast of Survivor: Africa. Since I already talked about cast members from the Amazing Race, it's fitting that I continue on my reality TV trip....
Whatever happened to some of the cast members of the first Survivor. I'm not talking about Susan Hawk or Richard Hatch. But what about Sonja and B.B.? Or Gretchen Cordy? Even Jenna Lewis? I mean where are these people now? Someone? Anyone? Bueller?
What about the cast of Boot Camp? Or even some cast member of the first edition of The Mole (even though I do speak with some on a regular basis so I know what happens to them)?
You live with these people (in the metaphorical sense) for weeks on end and then they are gone. I wonder....are they eating well?
Whatever happened to some of the cast members of the first Survivor. I'm not talking about Susan Hawk or Richard Hatch. But what about Sonja and B.B.? Or Gretchen Cordy? Even Jenna Lewis? I mean where are these people now? Someone? Anyone? Bueller?
What about the cast of Boot Camp? Or even some cast member of the first edition of The Mole (even though I do speak with some on a regular basis so I know what happens to them)?
You live with these people (in the metaphorical sense) for weeks on end and then they are gone. I wonder....are they eating well?
Okay so I am home....and for some reason I decided to watch Rosie O'Donnell's show even though I think she's a hypocritical bitch and they had the guys who were "Team Guido" from the first edition of the Amazing Race on CBS.
Ya know there is something to be said for stereotypes in the gay community.
Then there is something about PROVING THEM on national TV. How's my hair, let's sing songs from A CHORUS LINE....sigh....at least they made me laugh this time....
Ya know there is something to be said for stereotypes in the gay community.
Then there is something about PROVING THEM on national TV. How's my hair, let's sing songs from A CHORUS LINE....sigh....at least they made me laugh this time....
A new (646) Guy is up....
I just read about the two America West pilots who were going to pilot a plane with enough alcohol in their systems to be considered legally drunk in the state of Florida (and 31 other states as well). I have to thank all of the airline personnel and the air traffic controllers, etc, for taking every possible precaution to make sure that the plane DID not take off.
I hope these two people get FIRED. Should these charges prove to be true I hope that some of the passengers decide to press charges and file suit against the airline AND the pilots.
I just read about the two America West pilots who were going to pilot a plane with enough alcohol in their systems to be considered legally drunk in the state of Florida (and 31 other states as well). I have to thank all of the airline personnel and the air traffic controllers, etc, for taking every possible precaution to make sure that the plane DID not take off.
I hope these two people get FIRED. Should these charges prove to be true I hope that some of the passengers decide to press charges and file suit against the airline AND the pilots.
I hate my bank I hate my bank I hate my bank.
I was told my money would be in my account today. It is not. I have been told it will be there tomorrow and they can give me no good reason as to why my money is not in my account. I am overly pissed. I cannot tell you how pissed I am...Now, here's the dilemma...I can go into work but if my money is not in my account tomorrow then I am stuck at home. Or I can stick it out at home today and then go in tomrrow....I *barely* have enough change to get me to work tomorrow. But if my money is not there tomorrow then I can't go to work then....yeah, it would be two days off in a row......eh.....we'll see....
I was told my money would be in my account today. It is not. I have been told it will be there tomorrow and they can give me no good reason as to why my money is not in my account. I am overly pissed. I cannot tell you how pissed I am...Now, here's the dilemma...I can go into work but if my money is not in my account tomorrow then I am stuck at home. Or I can stick it out at home today and then go in tomrrow....I *barely* have enough change to get me to work tomorrow. But if my money is not there tomorrow then I can't go to work then....yeah, it would be two days off in a row......eh.....we'll see....
Monday, July 01, 2002
My many many many many thanks to the lovely, talented, and equally charming Ari for helping me out and getting my archives to work. I dunno how she did it or what she did or anything but I am in her debt!
News Story of the Day
Have an extra $2500 a year to burn?
If you smoke a pack a day in NYC that's about how much extra per year it is going to cost you to keep smoking cigarettes -- that is if you buy them in NYC.
The extra $1.50 per pack tax that is added on top of the extra $1.50 per pack tax levied by the state of New York went into effect today. Yes, that means to smoke in NYC it will cost you $7 PER PACK! Oh well...people are saying they are going to go to New Jersey or Westchester or LI, buy them on the internet, or even...get this....THE UNDERGROUND MARKET.....what the heck? There is now an underground tobacco market?
News Story of the Day
Have an extra $2500 a year to burn?
If you smoke a pack a day in NYC that's about how much extra per year it is going to cost you to keep smoking cigarettes -- that is if you buy them in NYC.
The extra $1.50 per pack tax that is added on top of the extra $1.50 per pack tax levied by the state of New York went into effect today. Yes, that means to smoke in NYC it will cost you $7 PER PACK! Oh well...people are saying they are going to go to New Jersey or Westchester or LI, buy them on the internet, or even...get this....THE UNDERGROUND MARKET.....what the heck? There is now an underground tobacco market?
I just learned my great uncle Smiley has lung cancer and has maybe a year left to live. It's not suprising given the fact that he has been smoking at least since I was alive and who knows how much before that. Part of me is surprised that it's not cirrhosis of the liver since he is pretty much an alcoholic as well.
This will be the first MAJOR family member to pass away since my grandfather passed when I was in the fourth grade.
This will be the first MAJOR family member to pass away since my grandfather passed when I was in the fourth grade.
What is up with these people? Leslie van Houten (yes, of the Manson Family killers) was denied parole for the FOURTEENTH TIME(!) despite being considered a model prisoner, having successfully completed EVERY prison program in the state of California, obtained TWO bachelor degrees, and done everything that has been asked of her. The parole board said she needs to obtain more counselling to really come to terms with the enormity of her crimes. van Houten succinctly replied that no such program exists in the California prison system.
Now I am not saying that what she didn wasn't horrible, however, there has to be some point at which you are going to have to let this woman go. I agree with Judge Bob Krug who said that the only reason she is being held is because of the crime she committed and with whom she is associated. Sorry, folks, but that is not reason enough (at least for me). This woman has done everything the penal system in California has required of her (and then some) and yet we hold her for being a former member of the Manson family. I hate to say this, but that doesn't seem to be enough for me. It's like they are giving her a death sentence for the crime which is not allowed under California law. If she is released and goes on another crime spree then I will be the first to admit I am wrong. However, that remains to be seen.
Now I am not saying that what she didn wasn't horrible, however, there has to be some point at which you are going to have to let this woman go. I agree with Judge Bob Krug who said that the only reason she is being held is because of the crime she committed and with whom she is associated. Sorry, folks, but that is not reason enough (at least for me). This woman has done everything the penal system in California has required of her (and then some) and yet we hold her for being a former member of the Manson family. I hate to say this, but that doesn't seem to be enough for me. It's like they are giving her a death sentence for the crime which is not allowed under California law. If she is released and goes on another crime spree then I will be the first to admit I am wrong. However, that remains to be seen.
blusteryvirgin
Pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed.
(primal scream)
I am definitely going to have to look at getting a "regular" normal bank. I have had the same account at Merrill Lynch for years. But as of late, they have really gone down in terms of service. They are giving FAR more service to those who put SHITLOADS of money into their account instead of small people like me. If you deposit less than $1,000 into their account you have NO access to your money until the following TUESDAY no matter when you put the money into your account. But, if you deposit MORE than $1,000 it's there the next day. UGH! That's wrong! It will have been ONE FULL WEEK without access to my money. I am living off change in my coin bucket! It's just wrong. I can't even get LAUNDRY DONE!
(primal scream)
I am definitely going to have to look at getting a "regular" normal bank. I have had the same account at Merrill Lynch for years. But as of late, they have really gone down in terms of service. They are giving FAR more service to those who put SHITLOADS of money into their account instead of small people like me. If you deposit less than $1,000 into their account you have NO access to your money until the following TUESDAY no matter when you put the money into your account. But, if you deposit MORE than $1,000 it's there the next day. UGH! That's wrong! It will have been ONE FULL WEEK without access to my money. I am living off change in my coin bucket! It's just wrong. I can't even get LAUNDRY DONE!
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