This Week On EBay

I was running low on time, so I didn't get the chance to put everything I wanted up for sale, but here ya go.


Batman: Gotham Nights #1-4 complete mini-series. (1992)

1996 Onslaught: Marvel Universe & X-Men Onslaught.


1988 DC Comics Invasion #1-3 complete mini-series.

1992 DC Armageddon: Alien Agenda #1-4 complete mini-series

Today, I ...

(in order)

Slept in 'till 10:40.

Had two cups of coffee.

Watched the first 20 minutes of The View. That's the best part.

Read some blogs.

Walked the dog.

Took my meds.

Read more blogs.

Did almost all the laundry.

Picked up prescription refills.

Had white bean and sausage soup.

Took all my vitamins.

Made a killer beef stew. I wasn't sure it was gonna come together but it's fucking retarded good.

Walked the dog again.

Showered and shaved.

Read more blogs.

Confirmed that my credit is almost maxed out. Came up with another ponzi scheme to keep a roof over my head for a few more weeks.

Took 1/2 of a clonazepam. No reason. Just felt like being high.

Went to get my haircut in the East Village. Ross is Eastern European with pretty eyes and some nice DSL. My hair is still long but it needed shape.

Finally got back to the gym. 1/2 hour of cardio and 1/2 hour on my man-boobs. I tried to flash my vagina at the guy working out across from me but he wasn't interested. Cruised the steam room for some sucky-jerky. Nada. Shaved my balls in the shower.

Came home and enjoyed a delightful glass (or two) of Pinot Grigio while the stew heats up. Nothing says relax like anti-seizure medication and a couple glasses of wine. Stew, salad and a bit of warm Italian bread for dinner.

Dog. Walk.

Covered the gray in my newly gorgeous hair. Garnier Nutrisse #50.

Slathered on some Androgel.

Scanned some comics that are going up for sale.

Poured myself a well-earned Stoli/soda/lemonade.

Turned TV back on, searched for anything worth watching.

Wrote this post.

Another cocktail.

Got ready for bed.

Pretty good day off.

Oh! And update to this post. Sexy gym man was back at exactly 3:30 yesterday. Again, gorgeous face, perfect hair, completely smooth chest. I was hopeful. Then he sniffed his sleeveless gym shirt again. Twice. Homos don't wear smelly gym clothes. If you are a homo and you do, cut it out. Then the dress slacks came off. Gray boxer briefs. And I looked at the waistband: Hanes.

NO GAY!

Oh well...

Happy World AIDS Day!

I caught a cold. Either right before Thanksgiving or from being on the plane. I almost always end up sick when I travel. I feel OK I'm just a walking snot factory. The nice thing about being HIV+ with an undetectable viral load and a climbing T-Cell count is that when I do get a cold, I know it's just a cold.

If you can tear yourself away from your global pandemic celebration, here's a couple of unrelated videos, other than the fact that they are both hilarious and super duper gay:

Crocodile Hunter Meets Ross:
-via WOW Report

Tomboy video- OK2BGAY
-via Queerty

Have a great AIDS Day!

Pineapple.

Well, That Didn't Take Long

I got home from work last night and found this hand-written note taped to my new neighbor's door:

"Exterminator Emergency! Please knock and let yourself in. Major mouse and roach problem."

It appears the vermin left with the vermin.

Tee-hee!

Way Funny

This morning Martha Stewart had John Leguizamo on as a guest. He's hawking this book. If you missed it, you missed the part where Martha tries to pronounce the title. Hearing Martha Stewart say "Hos" made me giggle. But hearing her mangle "Playa Hatas" was absolutely priceless! She pronounced it like a some Mexican resort town. I did a coffee spit-take.

I could use your help. There was this really sexy man at the gym yesterday, but I don't know .....
Here are the deets:
35-40 yrs old
Gorgeous Face
Perfect Haircut, a touch of gray
In Shape, but very visible body fat
No Chest Hair
Dress Shirt and Pants, but at the gym at 3:30 on Tuesday.
Abercrombie & Fitch boxers, in flannel.
Sniffs sleeveless T-shirt before wearing.

GAY or NO GAY.

What say you, readers?

Reunited And It Feels So Good.

I just got back from spending my first Thanksgiving with my family in several years. It was delightful. Seriously. I arrived Thursday afternoon. They had already eaten but there was plenty of food left for me. Just as I finished my dinner my grand-niece (good god!) arrived, at which point my brother and his wife (grandma and grandpa) were done for. Particularly my brother. My grand-nephew is actually the younger of the two, and trust, he got plenty of attention. But it's the girl that reduced my brother to a useless pile of goo. She's started talking and she's in that hysterical phase where she goes from baby talk to complete, adult sentences. She was a little standoff-ish with me at first, but warmed up eventually. Our relationship was cemented when I played Sully to her Boo. Screaming and running ensued. Nothing makes an infant love you faster than being willing to make a total ass of yourself. I got some great pictures.

I also spent lots quality time with my much loved niece. She's twelve now going on 21. Even before her mom died, we shared an uncanny bond. And time apart and dearth of visits don't really seem to affect that. We've had some rough patches, especially when she tried to see how far she could push me, answer: not far. But that's all water under the bridge, and now we take up where we left off no matter how long it's been. When she was younger, I used to think I reminded her of her mom. As she's gotten older, I'm starting to think our bond is because we share a lot of traits. She's moody. I get moody. When she's off from school on a weekday she watches Charmed and then back-to-back ER. It's spooky I tell ya. We popped out on Friday and saw Happy Feet. We had a great time. I got the impression that certain members of my family bring in outside candy and "pop" to the movies. I couldn't impress upon her enough how vital popcorn and Milk Duds, as well as other non-nutritious over-priced concessions are to the movie going experience. The movie itself, only so-so. But the musical numbers were great. We walked home having a nice chat through what was apparently Harlem, Tonawanda, as my mom was waiting for us at the door, about to dash out the door searching the roadside for our lifeless bodies. In a car, of course.

I ate far too much and in addition to the Thanksgiving feast there were multiple helpings of pasta with mama's sauce (my grandmother taught her), stuffed artichokes, apple and chocolate pie. The racist "humor" was kept to a minimum. It turns out my dad thinks that George Bush is an idiot and an embarrassment. Guess that explains the election results. They lost the vaguely bigoted white middle class elderly vote. We spent an inordinate amount of time talking about poop. Ours, each other's and our animal's. I helped mom and dad decorate outside for Christmas.

I got back to New York around 11 pm. Jet's babysitters left a note saying he had behaved well and after skipping food the first night, was bribed by some raw egg in his bowl to eat the next. He was so excited to see me he ran around my legs peeing as he wagged his entire lower body. I didn't mind in the least. It was the pee of love. I petted and hugged him until the entire living room floor was covered in dog hair. And some pee. I took him for a long walk and then tended to my neglected Stoli bottle. I woke up several times during the night just to sit up and give him a couple affectionate pats. The dog, not the bottle.

Much thanks for the holiday E-mails and comments. They were most welcome.

It's That Time Again

A few days ago, my lower lip split and it won't heal. By the end of every day, my eyes are pot smoker red (for the record, no). I've been dehydrated despite drinking bottles and bottles of water. Yes, it's time to break out the humidifier. My apartment is generously heated by steam. I frequently have to open a window in the dead of winter. There's one open now. The drawback is the moisture is literally sucked out of your body. I started using the humidifier two winters ago. The result is dramatically better. And as a side benefit, it works like a white noise machine, and I sleep like a baby.

This week up for sale on EBay: It's an eclectic mix. I'm not sure if anyone will respond. Good that it's a holiday weekend.

1991 DC Black Canary: New Wings #1-4 complete mini-series.


1987 DC Comics Dr. Fate #1-4 complete mini-series.

1996 Onslaught: Marvel Universe & X-Men Onslaught.



1987 DC Comics Amethyst #1-4 complete mini-series.

1988 DC World of Krypton #1-4 complete Superman mini-series.

Dilemmas Or The Lack Thereof

My depression lifted this afternoon. I had a chance to think about what's been bothering me. In a nutshell it's uncertainty and a resistance to change. And my trepidation is pretty laughable. Considering my uncertainty has to do with which investment and how much I should cash out of to keep up with my bills. Considering how poor some people really are in the country and how unbelievably poor some people are in the world, the fact that some white American guy is upset and resistant to sell some stock is beyond ludicrous.

My resistance to change is related to the prospect of finding a new roommate. I can't really decide if I should be looking for a straight woman or a gay man. Living with a straight woman was by far the best roommate situation I ever had. But that's not a guarantee. And I would kind of like to give a nice place to live to another gay man. Maybe even a HIV+ guy. But I'm so burned by the last two men I lived with that the idea of it depresses the hell out of me. This afternoon it hit me. Why decide now? Just place an ad on Craigslist, maybe post another at the Gay/Lesbian center and see what the universe sends me. I am the one who claims the universe speaks to me. So what am I afraid of? Besides, if I don't like what the universe asks, I can always answer no. That realization gave me comfort. Still, I'm not in a hurry. I'm shooting for a new roommate for the new year. I'll probably spend December on my own. I really really enjoy it.

OMG- I forgot to tell you. I got my newest ConEdison (electric) bill over the weekend. It was 80 dollars. Down from last month at 190. And the month before at 235.00. The first step down was the first roommate, the second was The Ex. So I was not imagining turning off the bathroom light 50 times every weekend. Jesus Howard Christ! 155.00 a month extra! What the fuck were they doing?

A Martha Moment

Plus other stuff.

A mild depression has set in. It doesn't feel serious and I'm pretty sure of the cause. Money. Or rather the lack thereof. Also, while nobody was looking, fall fell here in the city. I've discussed my seasonal depression before. It actually was nowhere near as bad this year. I think it was offset by my celebration/anticipation of so many positive changes in my life. Plus I'm totally looking forward to being with my family next week. I don't even think I need to crack the clonazepam. But I will if that changes.

Some people veg in front of the TV or take long walks when depressed. I clean. Usually very obscure, I've been meaning to get to things. To wit:

I Oxycleaned all the shears in the apartment. I was afraid the white shears in the alley window wouldn't clean up. Between the location and the fact that they spent the summer blocked by a never used A/C unit (don't ask), they were black on the bottom. But clean up they did. Every success feels like I've shaken off an old burden. But it's also adding to the melancholy.

Then I went after the greasy grimey pots and pans. In the interest of consumer reports, Easy Off oven cleaner is great for getting baked on grease off of baking sheets and pans. Just make sure you're in a well-ventilated area (gasp). This product? Not so much. Doesn't work. Nope. Sorry.

I've been astounded at the size and beauty of the falling leaves. I guess because I'm spending so much time in the park this year. I was about a week too late, but I snapped some pictures in the park. They looked even better than this, but the oak leaves are bigger than my hand, and when they first fell, it was a carpet of reds and golds and greens that only nature could manufacture.



Of course, someone couldn't resist posing for the camera. Turned out to be a great picture.



In the good news department, I sold over $40 in comics this week. A new high. Every week I learn more about the comic sellers market and how to set good fair prices. This may turn out to be a decent side business for me. Baby steps people.

Midnight On Friday

And I just popped a turkey meatloaf in the oven. Fuckin' hot, huh? I'm also enjoying a bottle of wine.

For those unaware, every year after the 3rd Thursday of the month a marketing trick, I mean tradition, takes place. Millions of bottles of frog juice wash ashore here in America. And nobody likes to be marketed to like New Yorkers. Thus, the signs go up all over town "Le Beaujolais Nouveau est arrive". I know the "e" needs one of those accent thingies, I don't know how. I usually just ignore the hype as I do prefer my Pinot Grigio or a robust Merlot.

But today I was in TJ's Wine Shop picking up some Barefoot and "two buck chuck" (for COOKING) and what did I come upon? Cases and cases of Beaujolais. Directly in front of me. It appears that Le Beaujolais Nouveau est arrive (accent thingie) ici, aussi. How could I resist? My verdict? I can't compare it to the well-regarded 2003 because it's my first bottle but while I'm sure it goes well with both turkey and turkey meatloaf, it's also enjoyable if you're just making a turkey meatloaf for later, instead of just getting drunk at a gay bar. I multi-task like that. Cheers.