Live Long and... you know the rest,
Taylor
Friday, June 11, 2010
Movin on up
As cute as this blog has been (and I daresay it was very, very... very cute), it's time to close up shop and move on to something a bit more sophisticated, glamorous and luxurious. Oh who am I kidding? I got bored with this damned thing. So I'll be occasionally submitting posts at edumication. Hope you enjoy their strangeness as much as I do.
Live Long and... you know the rest,
Taylor
Live Long and... you know the rest,
Taylor
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Another Day...
Another HOLLER!!!!! What were they saying here? My guess will be up later this week.
Boots here, checking in after a very fun and partially triflin' week. Obama = Prez elect... Good. Prop 8 on the verge of passing, Bad.
Big O's acceptance speech was amazing! I had to listen to it twice. Enjoyed seeing some Oprah action. I wonder where we'd be if she had decided to tell the housewives and queers of America to vote Clinton? I guess we'll never know.
Boots was out and about for the last week - campaigning to knock down the moronic Prop 8. At this point, we are still awaiting somewhere in the realm of 2 - 3 MILLION mail in ballots / 'early' voters / absentee ballots... and so on. We probably won't know the final results until Thursday or Friday. As it stands, Prop 8 is winning by 6 or 7 %. It's been a trying experience. ...
ESPECIALLY after yours truly was out at 5:30 AM election day handing out last minute pamphlets and info regarding the Unfair, Wrong and... I forget the rest of the script from here on. Long story short, regardless about how you feel about the 'sanctity of marriage,' denying rights is fucking wrong.
I was extra surprised that even after Samuel Jackson came out via mega forward commercials involving white/black marriage back in the day, so many people (you know who you are) voted for the prop. It's strange being part of a minority that is looked down on by other minorities.
Although, I did hear some VERY funny bits from the crowd. (Begin southern dialect) "If we let fags get married, what's next? Marrying animals?" (Dialect end)
Well thank YOU, Mr I-Just-Outed-Myself-As-An-Idiot-Bigot-Uneducated-Wife-Beating-Cheating-Mistreating-Unlikeable-Douchebag. With the above statement, I can gather that you put gays in the same boatload as animals. I won't make he obvious doggy-style joke here. But now that I've mentioned it, I would like to see that douche-bag f*cked in the a$$ by a slew of animals, ranging from mice to donkey to mountain lion. Well, rather, I'd like to see the mountain lion f*ck him up, feast on his organs, and sh*t in his mouth while he is bleeding to death.
When will the hatred stop!? Probably when I stop blogging. See you next time. :P
Boots here, checking in after a very fun and partially triflin' week. Obama = Prez elect... Good. Prop 8 on the verge of passing, Bad.
Big O's acceptance speech was amazing! I had to listen to it twice. Enjoyed seeing some Oprah action. I wonder where we'd be if she had decided to tell the housewives and queers of America to vote Clinton? I guess we'll never know.
Boots was out and about for the last week - campaigning to knock down the moronic Prop 8. At this point, we are still awaiting somewhere in the realm of 2 - 3 MILLION mail in ballots / 'early' voters / absentee ballots... and so on. We probably won't know the final results until Thursday or Friday. As it stands, Prop 8 is winning by 6 or 7 %. It's been a trying experience. ...
ESPECIALLY after yours truly was out at 5:30 AM election day handing out last minute pamphlets and info regarding the Unfair, Wrong and... I forget the rest of the script from here on. Long story short, regardless about how you feel about the 'sanctity of marriage,' denying rights is fucking wrong.
I was extra surprised that even after Samuel Jackson came out via mega forward commercials involving white/black marriage back in the day, so many people (you know who you are) voted for the prop. It's strange being part of a minority that is looked down on by other minorities.
Although, I did hear some VERY funny bits from the crowd. (Begin southern dialect) "If we let fags get married, what's next? Marrying animals?" (Dialect end)
Well thank YOU, Mr I-Just-Outed-Myself-As-An-Idiot-Bigot-Uneducated-Wife-Beating-Cheating-Mistreating-Unlikeable-Douchebag. With the above statement, I can gather that you put gays in the same boatload as animals. I won't make he obvious doggy-style joke here. But now that I've mentioned it, I would like to see that douche-bag f*cked in the a$$ by a slew of animals, ranging from mice to donkey to mountain lion. Well, rather, I'd like to see the mountain lion f*ck him up, feast on his organs, and sh*t in his mouth while he is bleeding to death.
When will the hatred stop!? Probably when I stop blogging. See you next time. :P
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Awake
News everyone. Boots is in the market for a new place to live. My room mate informed me that he will be moving in with his boyfriend of 5 whole months. Isn't that amazing!
You know someone for five months, and you decide to move in with them. I mean, you must REALLY be on some kind of fast-track dating system to understand a person that well in 150 days (or be a lesbian). You know them well enough, I would guess, to break your lease with the person you moved to the city with and sign a new lease with this PHENOMENAL person whom you have, obviously, connected with on such a deep and meaningful level. Have fun tearing each other apart after the honey moon.
Allow me to digress for a moment. I think this has been more of a opportunity than a crisis. I mean, it's so easy to get stuck in a rut and get 'comfortable.' But then something comes along and snaps you right out of it. Suddenly you are fully alert, aware and awake. Everything that is happening around you has meaning and substance.
At this point, Boots has found a few promising options. I read about a very roomy one bedroom at a certain celeb's compound on craigslist...
You know someone for five months, and you decide to move in with them. I mean, you must REALLY be on some kind of fast-track dating system to understand a person that well in 150 days (or be a lesbian). You know them well enough, I would guess, to break your lease with the person you moved to the city with and sign a new lease with this PHENOMENAL person whom you have, obviously, connected with on such a deep and meaningful level. Have fun tearing each other apart after the honey moon.
Allow me to digress for a moment. I think this has been more of a opportunity than a crisis. I mean, it's so easy to get stuck in a rut and get 'comfortable.' But then something comes along and snaps you right out of it. Suddenly you are fully alert, aware and awake. Everything that is happening around you has meaning and substance.
At this point, Boots has found a few promising options. I read about a very roomy one bedroom at a certain celeb's compound on craigslist...
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Holler from La La
So mayyyyybe it's been a good long while since I posted. Sorry! I just so enjoyed the piece ripping that connexion shit-head apart - AND I get a lot of response from it. Being the attention loving whore that I am, I've avoided taking it out of first running.
ANY-WAYZZZ - Life is good. Still working for HEROtabs and loving it. Been down to San Diego a couple times. Started dating again, for about a month. Single again. So Mr. Perfect, feel free to holler atcha boy.
Pix to follow:
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Online Douchebags
Greetings, everyone! And by everyone, I mean (of course), Mom, Dad and the three queens that read this fucking thing. I love you all... except this douchebag: 
So I hopped on good ole gay connexion.org to find this in my inbox:
": wow man for putting a blog out there.. you should back it up with some interesting substance- good writing or at least some hot pics. i guess you can only work with what you have... apparently thats not much dude."
Well thank YOU, Marc! So nice of you to take time out of your busy day of 'advertising' to not only read my blog, but crudely disect it in an email on some bullshit site. You sweet little lamb of god! Let me return the favor!
First off, I don't know if this qualifies as interesting substance or a 'hot pic.' Oh gosh, I hope this is good enough for you! My whole world would just END if some f@g from New York doesn't appreciate my blog!
Instead of concentrating on the visual atrocities (you might want to go back to the bar and pick up those chromosomes you dropped), I just want to point out a few choice pieces from the 'about me' section. "Masc, Vgl but humble..." Clearly! Though you may want to take a look in good ole Webster before you start throwing such contradicting babble. Seriously though, if you refer to yourself as 'vgl,' humble is NOT a word you need in your self describing vocabulary. Third, 'vgl' is VERY much in the eye of the beholder, good sir. This reminds me of hotornot.com where ANYONE can make at least a 8.5 out of 10. By these standards, good sir, you are indeed, 'vgl.' OH! And thanks for following up with 'handsome,' just in case we missed 'vgl' to begin with! Good Call.
(Am I right in thinking 'VGL' means Very Good Looking? Because if you mean it as Very Gay Looking, Vindictive Gas Legions, Vain Gambling Lech, or... *other,*then... my bad.)
Let's skip ahead to what kind of people you like: "balanced, intelligent gentleman..." (no, not gentlemen - gentleMAN. No need to conjugate on connexion.) So you are looking for someone to balance you out, perhaps? (Am I reaching here?) Someone who finds it amusing to pick at random strangers online? Who needs a Sunday crossword puzzle when there are millions of blogs to critique?
And then you identify back to yourself (Wow: even when describing who you want to meet, you bring it back to yourself. Way to GO, Marc! You're an absolute gem!) with: "Southern Hospitality here..." What a laugh! I'm actually FROM the south, you dirty equivocator, and no where, from Florida to North Carolina, have I witnessed this sort of unwarranted rudeness. (Oh, and by the way, this response is tooooootally warranted.)
So, Marc, I'm not sure what crawled up your ass, or who wouldn't crawl up there, to put you in such a foul mood as to attack my silly little blog - but I'm sorry you had to go through whatever it was or wasn't . As this blog is lacking in substance and/or hot pics, I'm sad that you may never make it back here to read my quaint little attempt at a humorous rebuttal.
And, Mr. Humble, I'm guessing that you get away with a LOT because of your 'vgl' status. So what are you going to do when you don't have that six pack any more, and are just a bitter, saggy queen?...
Oh shit! What am I going to do when I lose MY six pack?!? Oh Nooooooez! Well, at least I'll have my blog, my Mac and my cats...
Meow
So I hopped on good ole gay connexion.org to find this in my inbox:
": wow man for putting a blog out there.. you should back it up with some interesting substance- good writing or at least some hot pics. i guess you can only work with what you have... apparently thats not much dude."
Well thank YOU, Marc! So nice of you to take time out of your busy day of 'advertising' to not only read my blog, but crudely disect it in an email on some bullshit site. You sweet little lamb of god! Let me return the favor!
First off, I don't know if this qualifies as interesting substance or a 'hot pic.' Oh gosh, I hope this is good enough for you! My whole world would just END if some f@g from New York doesn't appreciate my blog!
Instead of concentrating on the visual atrocities (you might want to go back to the bar and pick up those chromosomes you dropped), I just want to point out a few choice pieces from the 'about me' section. "Masc, Vgl but humble..." Clearly! Though you may want to take a look in good ole Webster before you start throwing such contradicting babble. Seriously though, if you refer to yourself as 'vgl,' humble is NOT a word you need in your self describing vocabulary. Third, 'vgl' is VERY much in the eye of the beholder, good sir. This reminds me of hotornot.com where ANYONE can make at least a 8.5 out of 10. By these standards, good sir, you are indeed, 'vgl.' OH! And thanks for following up with 'handsome,' just in case we missed 'vgl' to begin with! Good Call.
(Am I right in thinking 'VGL' means Very Good Looking? Because if you mean it as Very Gay Looking, Vindictive Gas Legions, Vain Gambling Lech, or... *other,*then... my bad.)
Let's skip ahead to what kind of people you like: "balanced, intelligent gentleman..." (no, not gentlemen - gentleMAN. No need to conjugate on connexion.) So you are looking for someone to balance you out, perhaps? (Am I reaching here?) Someone who finds it amusing to pick at random strangers online? Who needs a Sunday crossword puzzle when there are millions of blogs to critique?
And then you identify back to yourself (Wow: even when describing who you want to meet, you bring it back to yourself. Way to GO, Marc! You're an absolute gem!) with: "Southern Hospitality here..." What a laugh! I'm actually FROM the south, you dirty equivocator, and no where, from Florida to North Carolina, have I witnessed this sort of unwarranted rudeness. (Oh, and by the way, this response is tooooootally warranted.)
So, Marc, I'm not sure what crawled up your ass, or who wouldn't crawl up there, to put you in such a foul mood as to attack my silly little blog - but I'm sorry you had to go through whatever it was or wasn't . As this blog is lacking in substance and/or hot pics, I'm sad that you may never make it back here to read my quaint little attempt at a humorous rebuttal.
And, Mr. Humble, I'm guessing that you get away with a LOT because of your 'vgl' status. So what are you going to do when you don't have that six pack any more, and are just a bitter, saggy queen?...
Oh shit! What am I going to do when I lose MY six pack?!? Oh Nooooooez! Well, at least I'll have my blog, my Mac and my cats...
Meow
Monday, February 11, 2008
I know it's been a long time
And I shouldna left you. Without a dope pic to step to. So here ya go:
Hey gurl. You gurl. Yes gurl.
Funny - I don't remember TAKING any of these pix. Oh well.
Ciao Ciao
TKH
A cute kid from Texas. But shorter than me.
Who cares for stairs?
Who cares for stairs?
Hey gurl. You gurl. Yes gurl.
Funny - I don't remember TAKING any of these pix. Oh well.
Ciao Ciao
TKH
Friday, November 30, 2007
HEROES
Hey folks! It's time again for a review of what's going on in the world of HEROES. WHERE to begin?!? Well, first off, the show has done a 180 degree turn landing back in my good graces. This weeks episode was pretty good, but two weeks ago was OFF DA CHAIN! (Do people still say 'off the chain?')
Hiro has left fuedal Japan and is jumping around in the states again present day. His male lover is back in Japan sitting in a closed off office playing video games or something gay.
Claire - oh sweet, hot, sexy Claire! Her storyline has been pushed to the foreground. Noah (father) was killed saving her from the company, and then ressusitated using Adam (Kensei - Hiro's not-so-super hero from the past) Monroe's blood. Oh, he's immortal. So I guess that means Claire is as well. Hope Miss Hayden is using her spf and moisturizers!
The Latino Wunder Twins are still annoying. But at least one of them is dead now. Now Rosa and Sylar are hoofing it up to NYC together. He's still a douche, in case you were wondering.
Ok, this isn't as entertaining to write about unless I really hate it. So I guess I'll try again after the writer's strike fucks up the next hump of the storyline.
TKH
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