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Personals
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Deciding that I'll never meet anyone I want to date at a bar -- although I've met some cool friends -- I've turned to the Internet.

Last week, I met with three people that were appealing to me. I only had a "spark" with one of the guys, but his work schedule (he works in Zurich every 3 weeks) and mine (I have 300 jobs) kind of conflicted.

The other two were cool, one of which I'm going to start playing tennis with regularly because he's fucking amazing.

Anyway... I love to read people's online profiles more than I like to talk to them. I think someone should do a study on them.

Why will people post an image of their penis (erect, flaccid, someone else's entering their mouth and/or ass/both at the same time), their asshole, their chest, etc. but don't post a picture of their face?

Granted I wouldn't show my face if I posted similar pictures. But even if I was going online to hook up, I don't care what kind of body you have or what your penis looks like. If you look like Randy Quaid or Quasimodo, it's just not going to happen.

What does monogomously coupled, but play together mean? If you are in a monogomous relationship, then you don't sleep with other people. It's really quite simple. Of course, monogomously coupled sounds much better than, "we're both big whores."

What's the obsession with age? Most people 30 and over either omit that portion or they just lie. Granted, when I'm in a bar, I say I'm 26. But I have the fake ID to prove it.

Another thing with age. Why do I only get hit on by 18 - 24 year old kids? What could we possibly have in common? I hate MTV, current pop culture and I don't say aight -- and I refuse to spell it (except here). I also don't normally say 'sup or "wha' a happen was."

I'm also not interested in someone 45 and older--yet they flock to me like angry pigeons to Wonder Bread. I don't want to be your son or your daddy.

Now, I've had some awesome conversations with said groups. But honestly, anything more than a plus or minus ten-year age radius is just too much.

Hmmm. what else is annoying? I hate when someone comments that they like something I've posted in my profile (like sports or rock music), yet is very vague when questioned about said subject. I don't care if you don't know that a grand slam is more than a dish at Denny's. Or that Audioslave is a kickass group -- not a line of fetish wear. I just put it up there, in case someone who has similar interests wants to talk about it. Don't lie and say you love Pearl Jam but don't know any of their records besides Ten.

This entry could be really long.... I'll save the rest for later.

I was made for dancing....

Leifteen
Originally uploaded by veryapeaz.

all, all, all all night long.

One of my favorite Wonder Woman episodes was the one with Leif Garrett. It was one of the "contemporary" Wonder Womans... I never liked the episodes set in the 1940s.

Anyway--Leif is a *gasp* teen rock star and is kidnapped and replaced by an evil twin brother (not unlike several episodes of Young and the Restless, Days of Our Lives, Guiding Light, etc).

During the episode they play one of his hit songs--I was made for dancing. Over and over and over and over and over again.

Which brings me to the point of this entry.... I'm addicted to Dance Dance Revolution.

It's a videogame played in arcades by stupidly talented kids who can dance.

It's also played by dumbass geeks with no rhythm in the comfort of their own home.

The game is played by placing your feet on an up, down, left and right arrow at the precise moment the arrow hits the top of the screen.

Sounds simple right? It's not--in fact, it's insanely difficult. Because, there are half-steps and often you have to hit two arrows simultaneously. I swear to God, sometimes it feels like you have to have 10 feet to score well.

I'm so bad and embarrassed by my ability, that I close the door in my gaming room--even if my roommate is not home. In fact, I won't even let my cats watch.

But I still like it. :-)

And everytime I play--I hear Leif Garrett's song playing in the back of my head.

DDR Screen

Someone left the cake out in the rain

NOVEMBER_RAIN_WEDDING_DRESS_7
Originally uploaded by veryapeaz.

Last Friday at Skyview, one of the guys (Alan) kept singing MacArthur Park. He only new one or two lines and those were the same ones I knew. So... it was in our head all night. Singing the same verse or two...

In fact, it stayed with me all day Saturday and Sunday. Finally, I read the lyrics to the song yesterday and that seemed to exorcise the demon. I was FREE!

Until today.... I was reading the recap from last week's American Idol (I don't watch reality shows, but I like to read about them in the paper) and noticed that some girl sang a horrid rendition of MacArthur Park.

Now it's in my head AGAIN!!! Please someone make it stop. If you know Donna Summer, have her call and sing it to me on the phone. Maybe it'll make it go away.

BTW... I couldn't find any pictures of cake in the rain. But I found this image from the video for November Rain by Guns N Roses and the cake does get rained on eventually in the video.

I love Bushims

"To the American people, the marine is shorthand for can-do, and I'm counting on Pete Pace to bring the marine spirit to these new responsibilities."
--George Bush

I hate to break it to him, but marine is NOT shorthand for can-do. It's the same amount of characters. Technically, it DOES have one less letter, but you have to add the hyphen to be grammatically correct. Too bad, President Bush didn't have Laura B. as a grade school teacher.

All you need is love

Pope Benedict Arnold
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So the first act the new pope does is not set aside petty differences and try to include everyone in the Catholic faith. He tells Spain that a recently passed gay marriage law is "iniquitous" and that a bunch of Spanish Catholics should expect to be fired for supporting it.

And my mother wonders why I'm always bashing the Catholic church. For some reason it's okay for the priests and bishops to get away with destroying young men's lives with pedophilia (something the current pope said is not a problem and that the American press is making too big a deal out of it) and hit and runs (the Phoenix bishop was drunk driving, hit a man, went home and pretended it didn't happen). But God FORBID we let gays have any kind of equality in society.

Identity crisis

OK. So, for some reason Gina Flores has registered her name under my phone number at Safeway. Actually, it probably wasn't Senora Flores who did this--some hack who gets paid $5.15 an hour to enter personal data probably transposed the numbers.

Anyway, everytime I buy something at Safeway the cashier says, "Thank you for shopping at Safeway Mr. Flores." Which always give me a chuckle because you can't look any more Ukrainian than I do.

A couple of weeks ago, I was at Safeway and as the cashier was saying "Thank you for shopping at Safeway" she stopped and said in a questioning manner, "Mr. Flores?" We looked at each other and broke up laughing.

I searched google and found the real Mr. Flores.

A. Flores

A. Flores
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Would the real Mr. Flores please stand up?

It's fun to go back

Last night I went to Steele Indian School Park with some of my Echo cronies to watch "The Women." It's a very funny movie with Rosalind Russell, Joan Crawford, Joan Fontaine and a host of very funny women. It was made in 1939 and suffers from very inappropriate comments and terrible overacting--lots of drama. It's sort of like working at Echo.

Anyway.... they projected the movie on a blow-up screen in the middle of a park. It was a beautiful day--mid 90's and not a cloud in the sky. I laid back on our blanket and just looked at the moon for about 10 minutes.

I felt like a kid again.

How often do we take time out from what we're doing to just relax and enjoy our surroundings? I'm not talking about driving down the street and noting a beautiful sunset or cool-looking moon.

I'd like to say that I'll start doing that more often but I probably won't. There's TV to watch, video games to play and NBA playoffs. But that's okay. Because last night for ten minutes I was 8 years old again--sitting on a blanket with friends and just looking at the moon.

I just want to fly

OK.. This just disturbs me. Sugar Ray was never a "serious" rock group but now Mark McGrath (who once graced the cover of Rolling Stone) is a host on Extra? Must....vomit....now.

They say it's your birthday...

So my mom surprised me by showing up for my birthday unannounced. My sister Lorraine let the cat out of the bag a couple of weeks ago but covered it up fairly well.

Anyway.... most of my friends knew and were in on the surprise. She's been here less than a week and goes back tomorrow. It's always so sad when someone visits and leaves. :-(

Today we watched Collateral and Sideways. I liked Collateral more than I thought and Sideways much less. Sideways was one of those OVERRATED movies that everyone raves about but is too embarrassed to admit that it sucks.

That's all for now.

Sunny days and Mondays always get me down...

OK. I'm not down... just tired.

This past weekend was gay pride in Phoenix. I had such a blast. Friday I spent most of the day playing. That is, I helped build our float (Desperate Drag Queens) and set up our booth. Friday night I stayed in because I was so beat from working outside all day.

Saturday I had to get up at 7:30 to be at the office by 8:30. As we were driving the truck to the staging area, the backdrop started to fall. Tim jumped up to catch the falling house and gashed his leg. So we held the house in place until we got to the staging area. Then the two desperate house husbands and I put the float back together as I simultenously patched up Tim's leg.

The lawn boy never showed up so I ended up standing in for him. It was a lot of fun. The drag queen who played Gabrielle was very nice and we (Gabrielle, Carlos and I) kept posing for the crowd. Best of all, the desperate house husbands were dreamy. :-)

The weather was so freaking beautiful (sunny and mid-80s), so a lot of people ended up going to the festival. I laughed my ass off because I hung out with Buddy and Richard.... Those two could have their own comedy show.

After a disco nap and shower, Kevin and I met Richard and Jorge at Pookie's. After a brief stop at Roscoes we headed to the Ice House for the official party. I got to hang out with a bunch of awesome people, including Derek Hartley of The Derek and Romaine Show, Josh Zuckerman, Neil, Charles, Keith and gang and Rob (Father What a Waste) Miller.

Sunday, I went over to Scotty and Brian's and hung out with the boys. It was great to see my friend keith in from LA.... One of the sweetest guys on earth!

So today, we're all recovering and not getting much work done at the office.

Here are some pix!

Oh, tomorrow I'll have to write about the creepy couple who tried to pick me up. Plus, Rob's hysterical experience with the rock star who had a grasshopper on his shoulder.

Erin and her girlfriend 

The torrid love triangle 

Bree, Susan, Lynette, Gabrielle and Carlos 

Richard cracks me up, so I give him the finger 

The house blew down! 

But what about YOUR dad?

There's a good thing there was no Tom DeLay-like crusader in Congress in 1998.

Yes, but will he do the interview or not?

Sometimes it's very difficult to be a journalist. Those damned dead celebrities are always brushing us off. It's free publicity for God's sake! Doesn't the man want to sell records?

Pride weekend

This weekend is Gay Pride in Phoenix. Tomorrow I'll be marching in the parade with our Desperate Drag Queens float. It should be pretty fun/funny.

It's kind of sad that there are so many hateful messages coming from religious organizations about holding World Pride in Jerusalem. According to the HRC,

"Led by southern California evangelical Christian pastor Rev. Leo
Giovinetti, extremist representatives of the Muslim, Christian and
Jewish faiths demanded that the festival, themed "Love without
Borders", not be allowed to be held in the Holy City."

The New York Times reported that a Muslim Sufi sheik said,
"We can't permit anybody to come and make the Holy City dirty.
This is very ugly and very nasty to have these people come to
Jerusalem."

That cracks me up. The one time the Christians, Jews and Muslims get together it's to bash gays. Normally, they're killing each other with words or violence. Someone please explain to me why religion is important?