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

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

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...

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:

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

I know it's been a long time

And I shouldna left you. Without a dope pic to step to. So here ya go:

A cute kid from Texas. But shorter than me.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

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

A humbling experience

It's interesting finding your adult relationship with your parents - well, it's interesting for me. We didn't have what you would call a friendly relationship when I was growing up. I think I wanted to be treated like an adult, but didn't want to act like one. Anywho, now that I'm grown, it's like I've reconnected with old friends. We laugh about most of the same things, reminisce, and share surprisingly similar viewpoints on most matters.

I've been working with my father in Dallas for the past week on my trip across the states. It just amazing me how similar we are. We were chatting today about growing up and he gave me a great perscpective on things that I've been slowly (VERY slowly) coming to on my own. He said that it's funny how age humbles you. You think you're at the top of your game and then something or someone comes along and shows you that you aren't even on the field.

What I'm really impressed and inspired with is his ability to roll with the punches. Maybe that's something that comes with age. I mean, sure - right now I moisturize, shampoo, condition, scrub, peel, pluck, tone, lift, crunch, jog and so on; but in thirty years what's going to be take it's place? Will that stuff even matter to me? What I'm afraid I might be discovering is that relationships and inner happiness might be a bit more important than facials and gyms.

Who knows. It's probably different for everyone, and I doubt I'll have a clear idea of the total picture any time soon. I guess I'll just have to be happy with what I do understand, and be open to that which I don't. :)

TKH

Dallas!

I'm back where I started from. Åfter a few days on the road and a pit stop in Arkansas to see some family, I'm home in the great state of Texas! Things are pretty much the same. Big houses. Big cars. Big hair. :)

San Diego

So yesterday was a pretty typical Friday - until I got on the train to San Diego! As usual, I was a few minutes late to the station, and apparently, trains run on this schedule where they can't be bothered to wait for stragglers. So I got to wait in the LOVELY Amtrack station in Santa Ana for an hour and a half and interact with the most friendly latino workers EVER. And by friendly, I mean 'get away from me, white devil.' Ewwwwww.

Once I got on the train, however, it was a different story. I LOVE traveling by train. There's just something so romantic about it. I'd guess it reminds me of old movies with people like Marilyn Monroe traveling across country before automobiles took a stranglehold on the country.

San Diego is beautiful, as I remembered. It 'rained' last night and this morning. More of a drizzle, really. But there's a peace that comes with it. I've sat most of the morning with a buddy of mine watching it come down and talking about important issues, like Brittney's baby dilemma and LiLo's coke habbit.

Good times...

HEROES in review

Let me start off by reminding anyone who forgot, and informing all those that are unaware: I despise the 'tracking system' girl. Yes, she's cute. Yes, her little outfits are just a-DOR-able. But when you get right down to it, kids can't sell a role. She comes across as a "too grown up for the age she's trying to portray" Hermoine Granger from the first two Harry Potters. (Now don't get me wrong, Hermoine is a favorite of mine in the book, and therefore, her revolting acting - or lack therof - fell on deaf ears with this fanboy.) Every scene I see with this little cutesy-poo locator girl-thing makes wet chunks of vomit rise up in revolt. I can't stand her! Eww!

Little trollops aside, the show has taken a sad turn for Icksville. A jumping of the shark may be just around the corner. Let's review:

Sylar: Looking very handsome. But could someone buy the boy a gym membership? And I guess he thought that once he acquired Vanessa (or whatever the illusionist's name was that episode) power, that he could travel just by shouting out the name of the city. A tired bit already played out by Peter the previous episode ("Sparks! Fire! Explode!"... Shazzam!). I suppose the writers are trying to tie them together and drop EVERY hint in the book to let us know that some of Sylar has leaked in to the toned young Mr. Patrelli's soul. (see Peter's enjoying using the telekinesis on Irish bastard for further reference) Now, don't get me wrong. I'm glad Sylar is back. All the characters received so much development in the first season, and it would have been a shame to seen someone who give 'scary' so effectively die off.

Sylar / Peter: My guess is that some part of Sylar jumped into Peter (taking with him the powers he's missing), and now festers deep within his chiseled white physique. We'll find out mid season when they take their month hiatus to remind us just how much we really need... HEROES. (Cornball much?)

THANK YOU OH WRITING GODS for sparing the Matriarch of the Patrelli clan (real name, Christine Rose - has worked with such greats as Elvira and the Charmed sisters). LUVS her! And, well, she knows things.

Hiro: Yawn. I guess that's where the budget is going. Dressing a bunch of idiots up in feudal era outfits and running around cherry blossoms. What-ever. Why does it even matter if he writes the notes. He can just jump back to the moment he left whenever he wants, regardless of how much time he spends in the past. I was thinking about what Ando's super power is. The best I could come up with is that he is super gay. He's been trying to fight it his whole life, but he's about to come to terms with it after reading Hiro's love letters from the past. Would LOVE to see Sylar get ahold of THAT power. "Hey Peter Patrelli. Loving the couture glyph necklace." But seriously, even if he becomes the HIRO of the past, then who the hell cares? Let's deal with modern day issues, as opposed to fire scrolls and sword-smith's daughters. (I'll admit, my curiosity is peaked regarding the solar eclipse... what does it signify?)

Claire: GORGEOUS! Where does she get her lip gloss? Still think the flying bf is WAY creepy. Something isn't right about him. It's like he's wearing a boy mask over his real face. No-Likey. The flying scene was a good idea, but here again, we run into budget issues! WOW it looked SO fa-a-a-k-e!!! I am looking forward to the episode where he drops her for one reason or another (maybe peter gets taken over by the Sylar seed inside his (shiver) body and is hunting down the kid. Some sort of mid air debacle, anyway.)

Mega Dittos on the Star Trek receptionist / crazy NOLA granny. Uhuray! (pronounced ooh-hooray!) The music sounded very 'i'm going to do horrible, horrible things to this boy as soon as you're gone, including but not limited to pagan rituals, organ removal and jerry curl.'

Little Mexico: Has anyone else made the Wonder Twin Powers activate reference? Or the hellfire club bro n sis? I want to like the story line, but the poison girl is just such a whiney good for nothing. LOVE that she was ready to kill for her brother. I'm guessing she'll get hopped up on using her power at some point and lose control, much like we saw Peter do last night. (god he's so hot) As I've mentioned to anyone that will listen, the writers are obviously trying to tap into the not-so-south-of-the-border buying power. Oh, it's a harrowing tale of two mexican kids just fighting for a chance to better their lives and get to the Estados Unidos to cure a mother-of-christ reminiscent power that they can't understand. (For real, when she cries, she looks VERY Mary mary, mother of Christ) Give me a break.

Peter Peter, Irish beater. The one story line that I'm only moderately disappointed with. Gosh, he looks REAL purty. Love the short hair. They have been wanting a naughty Peter (pardon the pun) since that future glimpse last season. And it looks like he's on the way. Thank god! The whole 'not so sure of myself or my power or anything in particular' thing he had going on was quite the buzz kill.

The pet psychic detective...: Not much to go on here. I really want to see him pushed to the edge. I want him to be MORE invasive with his power. I want his nose to bleed. I want him to force someone to kill themselves. (maybe the little locator girl? just an idea)

Nikki, is that her name? Crazy sexy cool and uber power house. LOVE her. LOVE that she's about to be back in her old line of work. AND I'm keeping my hopes up that we'll see the bad sister again. That episode last season where she's facing off against the detective was SO bad ass!!!

Where are they really headed? Who knows? Well, Matriarch Patrelli thought she did. Maybe she doesn't know as many... things as she thought?

TKH

PS. Must buy... Nissan.. Rogue

PPS. I really hate that little girl. Bottom of my stomach - despise. Totally ruins every scene she is in.

Californication

Hollerrrr from the Jolly Green Yonderrrrrr! What's up kids? SO much has happened since I wrote you last. Sigh... And here I am now, with some extra time to type delicious words of heart and meaning in your cyber souls! ...But I think I'll spend my time looking at porn instead. So here are some pictures from my trip (which I am still on for another month... or more - that's TBD at this point) to CA, and a bit of dialog to go along with em. Enjoy!
Some pretty clouds on the way from Atlanta to Devner.
The Rocky Mountains. Breath-taking from above!
Sunset on my first night back in CA. We landed just as the sun was falling beneath the crest of the earth. Very enjoyable.Sunrise on my first morning in LA. Taken from a friend's home on Wilshire Blvd. That is Century City... or Studio City. I forget. Whatever it is, it is NOT downtown LA. Does that even exist? Oh jebus.

I'll post more for ya later. I have some killer pix of the beach from yesterday.

Loose Change

I know this blog is usually reserved for the silly and inane, but I felt the need to spread this (like peanut butter and jelly, honey!). An aquaintence of mine recently introduced me to this video titled 'Loose Change.' A rather interesting look back at 9/11 and the reality derived from the facts vs the official information that was handed to us. It's shocking. I am not embarassed to admit that I cried several times while watching. It's can be a bit of an emotional shock when you come to some realizations offered here. Take from it what you will. Nice chatting with you again. :)

To see the full video, go here.

The Ten Commandments

Say what you will about the Ten Commandments, you must always come back to the pleasant fact that there are only ten of them.
- HL Mencken

Pokemon! Pokemon!

Oh boy, Oh boy, Oh boy! The new Pokemon game is finally out! Just picked it up Sunday, and boy howdy, I'm HOOKED! I started off with the turtle pokemon, and now have a full belt of little helpers. Cardio has become VERY easy, and I'm mere weeks away from having my six pack back thanks to hours of sitting on the stationary bike playing that game!!! Pix to come soon!

Oh, PS - I got the Diamond Version.

More finalized versions of the flyer

Funny

I LOVE this! So many funny moments. Can't figure out if Fergie is huge, or her backup dancers are really small...

A flyer I'm working on for a friend

itaylor

Birthdays and BMW's

Hey kids! As I write you, I'm sitting at a BMW dealership picking up my very first (well, kinda) financed car! In fact, this is the first time I've owned a car since 1998, when I was straight up pimpin my Mazda RX7 in Denver, CO. Oh, how the times have changed. Anywho, the financing is currently running through, and in a few moments, I'll be driving off in my slightly used 04 BMW 325i! I'm starting off with just over 40K miles on it. She's a beauty. Silver/gray, black leather (ish) inside, sports package of some sort. All rather exciting. True, she's not the newest body style, nor the fastest, but she gets lovely mpg - 21 city and 39 hghwy. Yay!

Birthday pictures, as promised, follow:

I think (and please be gentle, dear reader) that these are from just before dinner. I was the first one there! Surprising, as usually I'm running on gay time, which is 15 minutes late. ;) Pictured are some friendly out of towners - Luke and Tony from SF. What sweet hearts.

James (my dear, dear friend who threw the parties for me), Luke and I just chillin at the bar, waiting for the VERY late Zev and Nick to arrive. We ended up sitting down before Nick even got there - an hour and a half AFTER we were supposed to sit down. Nice job Nick! Well, at least you showed up at all. LOL




Here we have a pic of half the party. We're all very 'over it' with the waitress. Becky, or something. Anyway, she was really sweet, just really slow. Oh, that guy that looks absolutely THRILLED to be there in the front of the picture is Nick, the hour and a half late guy. Boy, I wonder if I'll ever let him live that one down? Probably not.

Still at dinner. I'm VERY excited about eating some fricken cake, clearly. mmmmm... It was so good. German Chocolate in the middle. I asked for it kinda last minute, so James had to do some creative thinking to get ahold of one. I think mine was at a funeral, and then he snatched it while everyone was crying or something. Oh well, just happy to be part of the team, guys!

Next up are a couple shots from the bar we hit after - BaZzAaR on PeachTree. Ton of fun... from what I can remember. The first pic is me and some mexicans... I think their names were Juan and Pedro or something. Who knows?

Last up is a pic of me with a few CA gurls - Tony and Don. What a pair. They're both so funny and fun to be around. Might be a little bit twisted, but I love them none the less.