In Memorial

Rebecca Louise

Her nickname was "Rebel" (a contraction of her first and middle names), given to her by a friend as a teenager. She loved the name and it stuck and she waved her name like a banner throughout her life. A non-conformist, she lived her life as she saw fit, and never apologized for how she saw and dealt with the world.

She drank, she smoked, she loved cowboys and the country life.

She adored animals and always had dogs, cats, and birds in her house. She once nursed a sickly baby bluejay back to health in her backyard, and the bird lived for three years out there, never caged, guarding her property and terrorizing neighborhood cats.

She bred and raised Great Danes, acquiring championships and a name for herself within the dog breeding community and the dog show circuit.

She loved antiques and collectibles, and spent many hours rummaging through local flea markets, looking for a special piece, like a lamp, that she could fix up and re-sell at a profit.

Her early occupation was as a hairdresser, and did that for years. As her brother, she would cut my hair, and I never got any input as to how it was going to look. She knew best. Honestly, I was okay with that.

The last few years of her life were spent caring for a retired military General who needed homecare. He was the father of a friend. She found tremendous satisfaction in caring for "The General".

She was a "Nurturer".

As a kid, she opened my eyes to Rock and Roll. I first heard The Rolling Stones' "Sticky Fingers", the soundtrack to the movie "Woodstock", and the Original Broadway Cast recording of "Jesus Christ Superstar" by sneaking into her bedroom and playing her records when she was away. She was very fond of Elton John's "Madman Across The Water" album, with the single "Levon" on it. It became one of my favorites as well.

She was "cool". And, she made me want to be "cool" as well.

My mother had four children. Rebecca, me, and my younger twin sisters Leslie and Lisa. When the twins came, Mom got a little pre-occupied with keeping track of them, and had Rebecca watch over me. So, she really kind or raised me from when I was 4 until I was about 9. I called her "Beck".

Once, at the dinner table one night, my mother told me something. I turned to my sister and asked "Is that right, Beck?" As if I wasn't going to believe my mother until my big sister told me she was right.

My mother still tells that story.

Today, my family is holding a memorial service for her in Virginia, and I can't be there, so I thought I would post a little memorial of my own here.

Angus & Julia Stone "Mango Tree"

They're an Australian brother and sister that make music together. I think the third person in the video is their drummer. I like this song, and I'm thinking of my sister.

Take the picture.

An Even Quicker Update?

I had the lithotripsy on Tuesday, spend all day today in bed. My pee went from cranberry juice-looking to a sort of blush. My kidney is still cramping and I'm guzzling water per doctor's orders and incontinent to the point of ridiculousness. I can't possibly go back to work for I shall, undoubtedly, piss my pants. I can't tell when I'm going to urinate, and when I do, man, it's painful.

My urologist says this is due to the stint (sp?) in my ureter that he placed to keep the walls from collapsing after he removed the stone. I may remain this incontinent until it is removed, which will be Monday.

Meanwhile, the memorial service for my sister is Friday afternoon, and I don't see how I can possibly fly in this condition. I sobbed like a baby when I told my mother and father over the phone tonight. They understood. We've all been doing a lot of crying.

If any of you out there think your death will not devastate the lives of the people who love you, I ask you to think again. You are cherished. You are loved. You will be mourned.

You are a Gift from God.

Quick Update

My parents are in Virginia tonight to say goodbye to their eldest daughter, before her organs are harvested and all life support is turned off and her remains cremated. My heart just ACHES for my folks!

I'm in Austin and spent the day at the urologist, where is was determined that the chunk of the Grand Canyon in my abdomen seems stuck, and unwilling to move.

Tomorrow, at noon, I have agreed to go through a procedure where Mohammad goes directly TO the Mountain and digs the nugget out. Blasting caps and mining helmets will surely be involved.

Won't be fun, but it will be over faster than the way things are preceding right now.

I'll post again when I'm feeling better.

BIG THANKS for all of your kind words and thoughts. You'se my peeps, and I loves ya.

And, seriously, does your family know how much you love them? I swear, it wouldn't hurt to tell them more often.

Sunday MopUp 12/02/07


It's approaching 2PM here and it feels like I've been awake a week since I woke up this morning at 6AM. Here's what's going on:

Awoke at 6AM, needing to pee. I actually slept about 3 hours uninterrupted since this whole "Romancing The Stone" plotline surfaced back on Wednesday. As usual, I climbed out of bed, got into the bathroom and positioned myself above the commode with the strainer. And I peed.

Nothing out of the ordinary. I checked the strainer closely, because I'm desperate for some evidence of StoneHenge, but there was nothing. I shrugged, chugged another liter of water from my trusty Gatorade bottle, and climbed back into bed. That's when I realized that my side wasn't aching. I had last taken a vicodin at about 2AM, so I was well into the window of needing another. But, I wasn't cramping. In fact, I didn't hurt at all.

Well, I thought, either I'm still doped up from the last dose, or I'm too tired to realize that I'm still in pain, or maybe that fucking rock has finally hit my bladder. I'll just lie here a bit longer and see if I start to cramp up again.

At 7Am I still wasn't hurting, so I got dressed and jumped in the truck and ran to the store. Bought some cranberry juice, a gallon of milk, and a six-pack of Glucerna. Stopped at MickyD's and got their Big Breakfast (scrambled egg, sausage patty, hash browns and a biscuit). Look, I'd been nibbling on spaghetti made on WEDNESDAY all week. I needed something fresh, okay?

Got home. Could only manage to eat half the breakfast, took a swig of cranberry juice, guzzled some more milk, did NOT take any more vicodin, and crawled back into bed. Feeling good. Feeling damned good.

At 8AM I got a phone call from my mother in Michigan. I was happy to report how much better I was feeling and lalalala it's-all-about-me when she said that she was calling to give me some bad news.


What?


My older sister, Rebecca lives in Virginia with her boyfriend, Dean. They have lived together for about 8 years now. Rebecca gets up on weekend mornings and hits all the flea markets in town. It's what she does. She loves that shit. Well, she got up this morning, kissed her boyfriend goodbye, and jumped into her car to leave. A half hour later, Dean went into the kitchen to make himself some coffee and saw her car still in the drive. When he went out to the car, he found her body slumped over the steering wheel.

My sister had a brain hemmorage.

EMS came out, rushed her to the hospital. Doctors operated on her to relieve the pressure on her brain. The damage is too severe. She was in a coma and was on life support until Dean, my Mother , and my Father all agreed to take her off life support. The Doctor advised it. The best that could be hoped for was her living in a nursing home in a vegetative state until she died.

I lost my big sister today.

I can't stop crying.

[Late Edition Addition: Turns out my sister has an organ donor card, so she is still on life support until she is "harvested", which will probably be in the next day or so. That gives my parents time to get up to see her, as well as Lisa, who desperately wants to see her sister before "God takes her to Heaven". Me? No, sorry. I love her, but couldn't bear to see her this way. I'll be there when a memorial service is put together]

We May Never Pass This Way Again*

It's Saturday morning. I still have the Little Bastard lodged inside me. I'm chugging water every time I turn around, I'm peeing about every half hour, and I'm MISERABLE.

I'm too grumpy to even try to joke about it. Just thought I'd post an update.

I'm headed back to bed (where I am SICK TO DEATH of sleeping!).

Someone have some fun this weekend, okay?

*remember that stupid song?

This, Too, Shall Pass!

For what it's worth, please note the little quote in my last post says specifically "anything EXTERNAL". I am keen to point that out now, as I have become seriously involved with a kidney stone, lodged somewhere between my kidney and bladder presently.

Pain? Oh, my friends FUCK yes, and I haven't even gotten to the stage where it travels from my bladder, through my urethera, and out. Kidney Stone World Tour 2007. That, without a doubt, will be a truly memorable adventure.

I spent yesterday in the ER of the hospital trying to figure out why I was cramping and had such abdominal pain. The CT scan showed us (the doc and me) why. It's small, 2cmx3cm, and there is only one of them, but it is really fucking with me.
[generic pic pulled off of Google Images. Mine will be bigger, it seems.]

I've got a bottle of Vicodin for the pain, and a jar of phenegren for the nausea (yep, this kinda pain makes ya puke), and a couple of strainers that everyone wants me to pee through, hoping to catch the little bastard. Now I just chug as much water as I can and wait to give birth to a chunk of mineral. yipee.

Just A Thought



"If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself but to your own estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment."

Marcus Aurelius

thanks to Dave G. for that!

Sunday MopUp 11/25/07

Need a little update on all things jimmy? The coffee is hot, I'm slowly waking up, and I'm here to spill the beans. I call it my MopUp. My friends call it "that thing you do". Let's proceed. Carefully. Might I suggest hitting the jukebox and letting me play a tune or two for you as you try to get throught this mess?

A Quick Weather Report

Whoa, Texas is nippley nowadays! Makes for lazy weekend mornings, with the blankets pulled up to your face, burrowing into the covers like a mole. The birds outside my window have stopped singing lately, and started squawking something that seriously sounds like "What the FUCK?". Shouldn't those things be in Central America by now, anyway? Migrate, you silly bitches!

[Here's a little factoid about me: I despise turning the furnace on in my house. The central heat here dries my sinuses out and can give me chapped lips, literally, overnight. Waking up to a huge sinus headache just aint a fun way to start out your day, ya know?

As a big old Hunk O' Funk, I can get by with no heat for quite a good while. It's one good benefit of being so well "insulated", I guess. But, 'round about Thanksgiving, I knew I needed to warm Casa de Jimbo up a bit. My solution? Laundry. I've been washing and drying clothes like a mofo all week. Seems my dryer has a bit of an air leak in the exhaust and heat from the monster toasts up the downstairs quite nicely. And, since the clothes start out WET, the heat is kinda MOIST! Plus, I'm gonna have clean clothes to last me until the new year! See how smart a monkey I am?]

Point being: it's cold. Cold for Texas, anyway. Lows into the lower 40s at night. Yes, we Texans are "weather pussies". Go ahead, punch us in our parkas.

Cochlear Implant Update

It was pointed out by a friend that I have done a shitty job keeping you posted on the progress of my deaf sister and her surgery to get a cochlear implant and how all that is going. Sorry.

The backstory is that Lisa, my sister, is 45 years old and has been totally deaf since about the age of 2. No one knows how or why she lost her hearing, but deafness DOES run in my Dad's side of the family. Back in October, she underwent a surgery to have a cochlear implant inserted into her head, behind her left ear. Painful process. They drilled a hole in her skull and inserted wires that will produce electronic facsimiles of what the brain will interpret as sound. So, in essence, she will not be hearing the actual sounds of the world, but an electronic re-creation of impulses by a device that feeds the brain information. Her ear is being bypassed entirely.

Does that make sense? I'm just trying to point out that this device cannot make her ears work again, but is providing a detour around the ear, and trying to give the brain something with which to work. Will she ever hear the actual, natural, original sound of our world? No. She's getting an electronic representation of sounds via this miraculous little device and her brain must now be taught that "this" stimulus is equal to "that" source.

See, it would be one thing if Lisa had actually had working ears for some time in her past. Then, she would have some context about what things should sound like. She doesn't have that luxury.

Right now, she is going through a period where she goes to see the audiologist every two weeks or so and they 1) increase the volume, and 2)fine tune the channel frequencies. This process could take up to six months. She is currently cranked up to about 2/3's volume. From what I understand, there are hundreds of frequencies that this device can be set to. It's a daunting challenge to try to determine which one will work best for her.

Lisa reports that she can tell when her dogs bark (short, sharp bursts of noise - not too complicated to figure out, huh?) and can associate a noise with the sound of her husband's voice, if he is standing in front of her and she can read his lips. But, for example, if he were talking to her and there was music playing in the background, she would have a hard time differentiating the noises coming into her at the same time. She would need her lip reading skills to help sort out the sources of the noise.

Ever heard something that you couldn't identify and said "what was that?". I think Lisa is in for a long period where everything is "what was that?" until her brain starts getting some context.

How successful this is going to be is still up in the air. Right now, we are being told to be patient.

To say the least, Lisa is thrilled with what is going on. Her only bitch is that the device that hangs on the back of her ear isn't very comfortable, so she takes it off when she gets too irritated.

Now, what I have just tried so feebly to explain may actually be WAY off the mark. I'm learning about all this, as the family is, as I go. If someone with expertise in this field should happen upon this post, and want to correct me, I would surely appreciate any input.

(excuse me while I dash off for a refill of my coffee...I may need to throw another load of laundry in. My toes are cold, and my penis is lodged somewhere in my abdomen. - By the way, it should only be fair that, in the cold, vaginas should shrink as well. Imagine how popular sex in Alaska would be!)

Bariatric Surgery Update

Okay, I went through my three days of appointments the week before Thanksgiving at the amazing Methodist Hospital in Houston. I went with an open mind, but was leaning towards the lapband surgery, not the gastric bypass (called a "roux-en-y"). Well, in the orientation seminar, it was very clearly pointed out that the roux-en-y was the most effective surgery for weight loss, and that the lapband had lots of potential complications. Being the eager student that I was, I was easily convinced that the intestinal re-routing of my guts was the only way to go, and I jumped on the Bypass Bandwagon, and nodded like a reborn Christian in church that Bypass was my only Salvation.

I met the surgeon the next day, and when he asked me of my choice of procedures, I immediately assured him that Bypass was my decision. He smiled at me, and agreed with me, and signed off on being my doctor. His only caveat was I have to lose 30 pounds before he will operate.

Friday was my "clinic' visit, where I was evaluated, psychologically and nutritionally, and given notebooks full of information concerning the procedure. I was instructed to read carefully about all facets of the process, so that I was comfortable with what my future was going to entail.

So, I read.

It took me a couple of days to get through it all, and the more I read, the more I started hearing a little voice in my head. I've named this voice "Jess". Sorry, inside joke there.

Anyway, what I was discovering was that the procedure I had chosen is, indeed, the most effective weight loss procedure, but also a procedure that will mess with my absorption of nutrients and calories is a drastic, drastic way.

See, I am a big guy. I'm not talking fat here, I'm talking about beyond the fat. I'm a large, barrel-chested, big-shouldered brute of a dude. I played football at one point in my life, and it helped me develop a musculature that, although buried right now under pads of fat, is still there.

Sure, I want to shed the fat, but I'm worried about shedding the muscle tone as well.

The weight loss from the Bypass is so severe and quick that I fear I will not be able to keep up with maintaining muscle through exercise and working out. Keeping protein inside you is a huge issue with Bypass patients, and I'm scared I won't be able to give my body what it needs nutritionally.

My dear friend just had the Bypass done two weeks ago. She dropped 13 pounds in one week after surgery. This is after dropping 74 pounds on a liquid diet she has been on since Memorial Day. That kinda freaks me out.

The weight loss from the Lapband is slower, thus giving me more of an opportunity to keep my muscles. If I'm not feeding my body enough, I could supplement my diet with a protein shake. The recovery time for the Lapband is a few days. Recovery from the Bypass is weeks.

My head was swimming with all the facts, and I was completely overwhelmed. By Saturday night, I finally had to admit to myself that I was on the wrong track. I would be more comfortable with the Lapband, I decided.

I called the doctor's office on Monday. They returned my phonecall on Tuesday and were alarmed with my decision. I was told that because I am diabetic, the doctor may not agree to do the Lapband, that the Lapband may not help me knock the diabetes out. I reminded the nurse that there are no guarantees that the Bypass would, either. She pointed out that the Bypass is shown to help patients drop up to 80% of their excess weight, while the Lapband figures are at about 50%. Fifty percent off of my excess weight sounded pretty damned good to me, I replied.

We talked a whole lot longer than this, but you get the gist.

She wasn't happy with me, but told me she would pass this information on to the doctor and he would either agree to it, insist on meeting with me again to discuss it, or simply refuse to do the procedure.

I'm still waiting to hear back from them.

We'll see.

Odds & Ends

Mexican cuisine is a mystery to me. How can such simple ingredients turn into such savory flavors? I went to a favorite Mexican restaurant the other day and treated myself to something I will soon no longer be able to eat: well...Mexican food! This stuff is so unhealthy it's ridiculous. Just a big plate of carbs and fat, with a side of protein, and I know it. But, I was jonesing for cheese enchiladas, and since I start a serious freaking diet next week, I allowed myself this one indulgence.

Shut up. I mean it.

So, I'm sitting in this small, largely empty restaurant, just CREAMING over my plate of hardening arteries, when a guy walks into the restaurant and sits a table away from me. There were only about 5 customers in the whole place, and this jackass has to sit within arm's length of me. Okay. THEN, he pulls out his cellphone and starts on one of the most truly surreal one-sided phone conversations I have ever had to endure in my life. In full voice, like he was in his living room or something, I heard this:

(the following is an abbreviated, Cliff Notes version)

He was talking to an unnamed woman about being kicked out of the house by Becca, who was angry that Zira told her all about his past with Merriam. He couldn't believe it! He didn't love Merriam. Actually, he still had the hots for Zira, but she only thought of him as a friend, which made living with her difficult in the past. He never intended to hurt Becca! Well, without a place to live, he was certainly going to have to find a job right away, even if it meant moving out of Austin. Yes, he was sick of Austin. People are so rude here! He appreciated the friendship of the unnamed woman on the phone. What? He would never want to come between she and Samantha! Well, maybe he would consider it if a job offer that he couldn't refuse surfaced here in town. Becca has just lost her mind! He wasn't sure how much time he had to get his shit out of the house.

I considered stabbing him in the head with my cheesy fork.

Becca might be mentally unstable, you know. She is always picking on him for ridiculous reasons! All he has ever wanted to do was help her manage her life! No, Merriam won't take his phone calls anymore. He thinks she lives on the east side now, and has driven past her house a few times, but never sees her car there.

Why would Zira try to sabotage him in this way? Maybe she realizes that she DOES have deep feelings for him, and is trying to get him back? Life with Zira was carefree and fun. The sex was fantastic! He thinks about that all the time. Why are women so fickle? Why can't they understand that men just want to please and gratify women? Did the unnamed woman remember the time they fooled around in Corpus Christi? He sure did. He hoped that he satisfied her, in that way, too.

I swear to God.

By now, other customers were being sat around us. I turned to look at an older woman who had been there nearly as long as I had, sipping a cup of coffee and trying to read a newspaper. She rolled her eyes at me.

On and on, it went. He never stopped. Talked continually through his plate of beef enchiladas. I could NOT believe what was going on. I wish I had asked the manager to intervene, but I think I was convinced that this doofus was going to stop at some point and allow the rest of us to eat in peace. Never happened.

Folks, if you have a cellphone, turn the fucker OFF when you are in a restaurant, or at least put it on vibrate. If you have to take a call, excuse yourself from the dining room and talk out of earshot from the other guests. Why is this so hard to understand? What the fuck happened to manners?



Okay, that's it for now. I got a little long-winded, but felt I should spend some Quality Time with you. The coffee is cold, and I've lost the will to type. Check back with you soon!

A New Blog Hero Is Uncovered Discovered!

See, I adore people who are funny. Well, smart and funny. If you take a close look at my blogroll, you will see that the majority of my links are to people who can't help but be smartass and clever and sometimes profound in the process. Men and women with quick wit and sharp tongue make me swoon.

And, last night, I found a new idol. Can you doubt that a man with the intestinal fortitude to post a picture like this is anything short of genius?

Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce Cooper Green to those of you who might not have ever tripped across him in the blogosphere. Like Grant Miller, I suspect the man might be a professional writer. Feel free to click on his freckled face to go to his blog. Thank me later.

p.s. and for those of you who I blogroll and tout whenever I can, would it kill ya to blogroll me as well? Am I not worthy? Am I sounding pathetic and whiney?

HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!!

Don't get too stuffed!

Sunday MopUp 11/18/07

Look, I can't do this today. I've tried several times to start a post, and it just implodes on me. I am currently upset about knowing that I have some critical eyes reading what I write, and it's fucking with my head, man.

I'm wondering if I have sabotaged myself, and this silly little piece of personal fluff that means so much to me, by not keeping my writing completely anonymous and "underground" from my real life.

Next week is a short week at work. Monday and Tuesday, and then I'm off. I'm still unsure if I will have to hit the road to hang with family for Thanksgiving. I'd rather not, this year. The last thing I want to have to do is face the mountain of food that this holiday brings. I don't need the pressure, ya know?

For those who don't know me very well, let me tell you that Thanksgiving is BY FAR the best holiday of the year. No, I'm not talking about food. I just LOVE the concept of taking a day to focus on all of the blessings you have in your life and just shut the fuck up with the whining fer once and be GRATEFUL. Say "Thank You!" to the Universe. Look around and realize how fucking GOOD your life is, dude!

So, jimmycity just wants to remind you to take time on Thursday to be quiet and reflect upon all that you have and all that you love. Go inward. Take a deep breath and listen to the air as you expel it from your lungs. Savor the silence and the shutting up for a minute. Be sure and say "thank you".

Isn't it awesome?

jimmycity In H-Town

Hello. Yes, I am in Houston. I'm here for three days to determine if I am going to accepted for gastric bypass surgery. I'm holed up in a Homestead Suite with my laptop and blackberry. The wireless connection in the room is lame, I can't fire up my webcam, or download music or porn, but I will survive. These suites have a li'l kitchenette, so I bought some diet drinks and hit the Taco Cabana (a step up from Taco Bellch), so I had a breakfast this morning of two chicken fajita tacos and a Diet Coke. The bed in this room makes me appreciate my new mattress at home. This thing feels like I'm sleeping on a big square of jello with mystery fruit in it. (Does that feel like a big ass grape, or a smallish orange section?)

Lumpy and wiggly, is my point.

I spent 2 1/2 hours at an orientation last night, hearing stuff I already knew -because I've been to these things before - and was reminded of one good thing about these 'get-togethers": for once, I'm never the largest guy in the room! Now, please don't think I'm all competitive and shit about such things but, trust me, if you are used to going places and being the largest object (besides the furniture) in a given place, well when you aren't, you kinda NOTICE it, okay? All in all, I was with "my peeps", who were sweet and interesting, and excited, and nervous...just like me. I even carefully watched cased several burly bear-types. Sorry to report that the hottest guys were wearing wedding rings, or brought the wife along. [heavy sigh] That's cool.

Today I meet with the surgeon, Dr. Garth Davis: awesome guy. He, along with his father, spoke to the group at orientation last night. I'm not sure what all happens at the consultation today so I'll fill you in later.

My appointment is in less than an hour, so I've gotta get going.

Sunday Mop Up 11/11/07

Yes, it's that time again, when I sit down with a bucket of coffee, a li'l somethin' to nibble on, and I spend some time catching you up on what is going on whilst I juggle some household chores and get all domestic an' shit. I call it "Sunday Mop Up" and it goes like this:

Bear Party

[ -11/13/07- This section has been deleted, due to claims of inaccuracies, exaggerations, and rude commentary by the author (me). None of which were my intentions, by the way. Well, sure I can admit to exaggerating, because I don't think I've ever blogged and not exaggerated. Seriously.

The fact is, I had a great time at this party, but somehow managed to hurt some very nice people's feelings by writing about it. This saddens me greatly. I hope to have the opportunity to speak with anyone who feels slighted and try to explain myself. I began that process this evening.

Let me be clear here. I am very sorry if I offended anyone in this original post. Very sorry, indeed. ]

Feng Shui

With the painting of the master bedroom walls last week, I thought I would move the furniture around a bit and de-clutter the room. I have an armoir made of teak that I use as an extra closet which I intend to convert into an entertainment cabinet (holding a tv, dvd player, telephone, and a place to stash my gay sex stuff), so I kept that in the room, but angled it in a corner, so that you can lie in bed and open the doors to see the tv (which will eventually be a 32 inch, flat panel, LCD HDTV- do ya hear me, Lord?). A small teak end table was moved away from the bed and across the room. This table holds an oriental lamp and my clock radio. Nothing else. I need my alarm to be out of arm's reach from the bed, or I just turn it off in the morning and roll over and continue to sleep. I know, I'm a slug. My laundry hamper is now over by the bedroom window. And that is all that is in my room now. The main thing is that I moved my bed and black laquer chinese screen (that I use as a headboard) from off of the south wall to the north wall of the room.

When my sister heard this, her comment was "Oh, that's GOOD feng shui! Sleeping with your head to the north will give you MUCH better rest at night!" I told her she was ridiculous, and laughed it off.

Since moving the bed, I have woken up every morning more fully refreshed than I have in YEARS.

I'm not finished with the room. Besides putting the entertainment center together, I need some cool artwork on the long, south wall, and a nice piece over the small table as you enter the room. My closet in that room also needs a complete overhaul, if I am going to stop using the armoir as closet space. I'd like to buy one of those closet organizer systems, but holy HELL they are expensive!

I'm also going to start reading about this feng shui shit.

[Intermission as I refill the bucket o' coffee, and swap some laundry downstairs]

I'm back with a bowl of clam chowder and more coffee. Man, I love Sundays!

It's The End Of The World As We Know It
(And I Feel Sick!)

My friends know that I love a good, goofy little song, and a buddy of mine sent me a link to a music video by a guy on YouTube, singing a song about lesbians eating each other's shit and vomiting on each other. Despite the subject of the song, the arrangement of the tune, as well as the performance, was quite sweet. But, along with the video was a link to the video that the guy wrote the song about, and I made the unfortunate decision to click on that link and witnessed a video that is certainly the most disgusting, disturbing, and vile video clip I have EVER laid eyes upon. It was, indeed, a clip of two lesbians involved in some scat rituals that, seriously, should be removed from the internet immediately.

Do any of you know of the infamous pic of goatse? Dude, this video makes that look like Saturday morning cartoons.

At what point does free speech turn into free rein to do nothing more than frighten and sicken the public? Is everything and anything acceptable to exhibit? Look, I'm a bleeding heart liberal and all, but MY GOD, this is the most heinous thing I have ever come across, and I have to worry about innocent, immature eyes finding such a thing out on the web.

This is like a sign of the Apocalypse, or proof that Satan is real, when a "Caligula - The Home Game" kinda video is the current YouTube rage.

I have no intention of sharing a link to this with you. If you wanted to dig for it, I'm sure you could with the little bit of info I have posted here. Trust me, you do not want to see this.

For all I know, these kinds of sex rituals have gone on for centuries. Still, sharing them for anyone to see on the internet is just friggin' WRONG.

Anyways...

M.I.A.

My glasses. Again.

If you should stumble across them, please mail them back to me, okay?

Jesus!

Okay, Seriously, Here's What's Going On...

1. Just finished painting the master bedroom. Went from a stark, cold white, to a warm and glowing honey/wheat color. Had a friend help me. Took all week. We painted naked and would get a single wall done, and then "celebrate" (nudge-nudge, wink-wink, say no more!). Dude, I HAVE my priorities! I'm so happy with the change, that I'm considering doing the guest bedroom (where I sit at the computer) during Thanksgiving week. We'll see if my buddy is "up" for it...

2. I have a series of appointments at United Methodist Hospital in Houston next week (Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday) to determine if I am an acceptable candidate for gastic bypass or lap-band surgery. I still haven't firmly committed to which procedure to have, and I'll explain it all another time, but I am friggin' PSYCHED that this is going to happen. Although I will probably lose the friends I have who like me as a big, fat fag... I am more concerned about my health and quality of life. Ya know, if you don't want to be my friend because of the change in what my body looks like, you were really never my friend anyway. Piss off.

I'll probably take the laptop and blog about the experience while in Houston. By the way, my surgeon is Garth Davis, one of the two doctors from the tv show "Big Medicine", which was on Discovery Channel and now is on TLC, I think. More about it all later!

3. My mother called the other day and has gotten her fanny in a financial hole. The woman lives beyond her means. It makes me crazy. But, she was sweet and frightened and I ended up loaning her a thousand bucks. I was so upset afterwards (cuz, I really don't have that kinda cash to throw around) that my spastic colon kicked in, and I had diarrhea the rest of the day.

TMI? Yeah, I figured.

It's Friday, people! I expect everyone to get naked with someone else by day's end. Understood? I mean it.

Good Grief!

What's the DEAL?

I can't seem to squeeze a post outta me for any kinda reason!

Christ, I'm BLOGstipated!

anybody else miss Phil Hartman?

Sunday Mop Up 10/28/07

Yes, I haven't blogged in, like, forever. But I'm here now so strap it on, lube it up, and point it at someone you love 'cuz it's that special day of the week! Let the Mop Up begin, babies!

I'm Always The Last To Know

Did you know that the darker the roast of the coffee bean, the less caffeine? It's true.

While out buying a new batch of whole coffee beans for my beloved morning cuppa, I was schooled on this by the salespunk at Starbucks. See, I had been buying the more expensive, darker roast beans all this time, gladly shelling out the extra money for what I thought was more of a kickstart to my central nervous system in the morning. Turns out, for a lot less money, I can buy Kenyan beans (not as darkly roasted AND nearly 30% cheaper than what I had been buying) and the additional caffeination (is that a word?) is completely apparent. For example, I am only halfway through my first cup/mug/bucket so far and all ready my nipples could cut glass. It's a good sign.

Well, maybe the house is a little cooler than usual. That could account for it as well, but I'm sticking to my first hypothesis.

So,the lesson is : the roasting process actually burns off some of the caffeine in coffee. The longer it is roasted, the less is contained. Duly noted. Thanks, salespunk!

Hallowed Weenies

Long-term readers of this blog know how I feel about Halloween. By the way, "long-term readers" don't exist here, and I friggin' KNOW it, okay? Please, just humor me and read along.

Halloween is a holiday that belongs, in MY humble opinion, to CHILDREN. Yes, I am well aware of this "history" of this day and the "SO not about children!" aspect to it, but we have evolved as a culture and society now and this holiday should now belong only to children. Because adults have turned it into an excuse to be drunk, sick, and stupid - all while dressing up in very uncreative and largely pathetic costumes.

I'm not into "dress up". I'm not into drinking. I'm not into proving what a moron I am (although I still manage it frequently).

My disdain for this holiday can be traced directly to my life as a bouncer many years ago. Drunk people suck bad enough on any usual day of the week, but add to it the capability of hiding some prop within their costume to use on you as you try to escort them out of the door at closing time? I fucking hated working two days of the year at the bars: Halloween and New Year's Eve.

And, for what it is worth, I maintain that Halloween is the perfect excuse for many "straight" men who are confused about their sexual orientation to dress up in drag and not be considered a transvestite. If you have any male friends who, year after year, wear makeup and pantyhose on Halloween, it's time you sat them down and had a little talk. "Oh, you're Courtney Love AGAIN this year, Bob? How interesting!"

My guess on a popular costume this year -at least for us fags? Senator Larry Craig in a restroom stall. How CLEVER (cue: eyeroll)!

Now, 'scuse me while I go pour a second bucket of coffee. Be right back...

And, Finally...

I've recently gotten news that a guy who I've chatted with online for several years now, just lost his life partner of 12 years earlier this month. Gay men living together for 12 years in a committed relationship? How NOT married is that!?!

Tony is a wonderfully sweet, tubby gay guy who, although partnered with the older Guido for lo these many years, found his sexy butt on several "bear smut" magazines. Yet, the love they had for each other, Tony and Guido, was never a question.

Well, Tony has posted a little memorial to Guido on his LiveJournal page, and I thought I would share it here. If you are disgusted and repulsed at the sight/thought of two grown men loving each other, don't bother playing the link. I found it touching and sweet and makes me wonder why anyone would object to the concept of two adult human beings wanting to honor and commit to each other before the eyes of God and their community in the sanctity of a vow of marriage?

Love is Love, people.

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Meet Sean Astin!


I'm doing this for the benefit of Dick Small, who claims on his blogsite that he doesn't know who this hot hunk of thespianism is.

He was Samwise in The Lord Of The Rings trilogy, he was Rudy in the movie "Rudy" (a football movie). He was a cute little geek with a lisp in the movie "Goonies" way back when. He is the son of Patty Duke and John Astin (remember Gomez in the tv show "The Addams Family?). Hell, he was in "Encino Man" with Brendan Frasier and Pauly Shore. REMEMBER? Come ON!

Yep.

He is Patty Duke's best work EVER!

Okay, maybe I just like lookin' at him.

Blown Outta The Water


Look, I just spent an hour and a half writing a post, and Blogger chose to eat its ass out and now it is nowhere to be seen.

Didn't even autosave it, like it claims it does.

I'm now in a foul mood and uninterested in rebuilding the little gem of a post that I had constructed.

Screw it. I'll try again another time.

Highlights:

Lisa is doing fine, but has a connection issue with the appliance (?). It's gonna take some time to get it figured out.

I got told by a punk/thug at MacDonald's to drive away from the drive thru, because he "doesn't give a fuck". I'm meeting with the store manager on Monday to discuss said punk's big, stupid mouth.

I loathe teenagers.

Jimmy's jukebox is freshly loaded with some new stuff, including the most sick and twisted co-dependent love song ever written in the 60s. I've included the original and a badass cover version.

That's all I can manage for now.

Post-Surgery Update!

This just in from Sister Central:

Lisa (yes, that is her name) goes to the doctor THIS FRIDAY to have her implant powered up and programmed. The family isn't sure what to expect, but we are very excited and feel so amazingly blessed that our family member is getting this chance that she has dreamed about her entire life.

I hold my arms upward toward the sky and feel The Universe hold me in Its embrace.

I'll keep ya posted, my friends!

Friday Food Finds!

Was at the convenience store yesterday and saw a big display of this:

I'm not EVEN kidding. As if tomato juice isn't disgusting enough of its own, some genius paired it with clam juice WAY back when just to up the gross factor. And now THIS! Someone in Anheuser-Bush's marketing department needs to stop dropping acid. I literally shrieked when I saw this stuff on display.

"They say it's like a Bloody Mary," the cashier told me.

"More like a Dry Heave Hannah!" I replied.

Let's see what the judges have to say:

Can't say I'm surprised...

Also, while researching the above atrocity on the web, I came across this little beverage sold in Japan:

Yum! Cucumber flavored Pepsi! Not kidding, it's sold in Japan. Let's go to the judges again...

Well, that's unfortunate. I thought it might be the perfect accompaniment with sushi. Back to the drawing board, buddies!

And, finally, there's a pepper sauce from Ghana that seems to be quite popular in that part of the world:

Be sure and ask for it by name!

Okay, I'm outta here. Have a great weekend!