I've been following the meltdown in the mortgage lending markets and the resulting stock market roller coaster ride all week. Coincidentally, I recently cashed out of my stock fund. Oh how I wish I could say I'm some financial genius that was able to read the signs and stay ahead of the curve. The truth is I was broke and needed the money. I do, however think that there are plenty of buying opportunities out there if you're careful. I don't have any liquid holdings to back that up with an investment to tell you about. I did organize my bills and mountain of credit debt today. I'm in much better shape now than the full panic I was in a couple weeks ago. I'll have to stay lean and mean for the next couple of months in order to really be out of the woods.
Which is not to say I can't have any fun at all. After all, it's Sunday and my day off, so I'm off to church.
Sabra, huh? OK ....
I would have preferred someone with a penis, but then again, I always do.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Made You Look!
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007
So You Think You Can ...
Although I haven't been posting about it weekly, I have been following this season of SYTYCD. Through the magic of DVR, I've been able to enjoy the show no matter my work schedule or how late I get back home. Plus, I'm able to fast forward whenever it gets to the yucky girl solos. (Cooties!) I was horribly disappointed to find I wasn't getting a fix last week, only to be pleasantly surprised by an unexpected semi-final episode tonight.
As it turns out, I'll be totally satisfied no matter which guy ends up winning it all (that's assuming a yucky girl doesn't win). Of course, I do have a favorite. And while Neil gets some points for being a Buffalo native, anyone who knows me would realize I absolutely loves me some Danny. Besides the fact that he is technically a better over-all dancer than Neil, he's got those pretty brown eyes and a chest I'd like to start licking at his feet.
In short, Neil's cute and all but every time I watch Danny, all I can think of is how I'd like to eat the corn out his butt. And that's a good thing.
As it turns out, I'll be totally satisfied no matter which guy ends up winning it all (that's assuming a yucky girl doesn't win). Of course, I do have a favorite. And while Neil gets some points for being a Buffalo native, anyone who knows me would realize I absolutely loves me some Danny. Besides the fact that he is technically a better over-all dancer than Neil, he's got those pretty brown eyes and a chest I'd like to start licking at his feet.
In short, Neil's cute and all but every time I watch Danny, all I can think of is how I'd like to eat the corn out his butt. And that's a good thing.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Hey! I Almost Forgot...
On August 7 I reached a minor milestone and almost let it pass without noticing. It's been 6 months since I quit drinking, and that's something I haven't been able to say in decades. Seriously. I'll write on the subject when I get properly inspired, but my life and my mental health have improved by leaps and bounds. Just wanted to say that ...
I know, quit with the "look at me, I'm better" talk and make with the hot guys in underwear. Here ya' go ...
Friday, August 10, 2007
National Underwear Day (part 2)
It turns out I have quite a few pictures I want you to see, but these are a few of my favorites:
It took some time, but I finally managed to work my way to the backstage area, where some of the more interesting pictures were.
PLEASE DO NOT FEED OR TEASE THE UNDERWEAR MODELS
LOOK! IT'S VAPID MEAT PUPPET ETHAN REYNOLDS AND MIRROR RIVAL BEN BRADLEY!
OH, TO BE BEHIND THAT 8 BALL!
More later ...
Thursday, August 09, 2007
National Underwear Day
The things I do for you. Tuesday at lunchtime found me in Times Square snapping pix to bring you some shots from National Underwear Day. It featured a fashion show and a separate tent where you could get a fresh pair to put on and keep. I wasn't wearing any at the time so I certainly could have used the free undies. But I was busy documenting the show. All. For. You.
Much more to follow later. For now, I have one of those headaches that feels like someone is repeatedly jamming an ice pick into your skull. It's been going on since last night. Or I'm about to have an aneurysm. I'll let you know.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
Well, At Least She's Pretty
I'm not going to begin one of those posts where I say sorry I haven't posted in a while, I'm so uninspired, I have nothing to say blah blah blah. I have plenty to say I'm just ridiculously busy. But I will try and do better and make some time for my tens of readers.
I was going to write a product review for my Mint Chocolate phone, now that I've had it for a couple of months. And aside from the fact that I still love the cool metallic color, it was going to be mostly negative. But I've been finding that most of my problems with the phone are user mistakes. I suppose it would have helped if I had done more than scan the operating instructions but I'm a guy...we don't read instructions. Not when I can repeatedly stab at the buttons and pound the phone with my fist like an ape with a remote control he doesn't understand. I would even occasionally waved it in the air and make unintelligible screeching noises. But I bought the phone mainly because I wanted a music player and phone in one device. I didn't want to have to switch repeatedly between the two when I was going to the gym or about to take a particularly boring subway ride. So I was crushingly disappointed and told anyone who would listen about how distressed I was at the absolutely lousy sound quality of the music coming out of the player. And this from someone who isn't particularly picky about audio quality. If it's loud enough with a decent bass beat I'm a happy homo. This phone, after I finally got the Micro SD storage device and the earphone adapter that plugs into the other adapter that plays the MP3's that all need to be converted to WMA files before they play, was sorely lacking on either front. Or so I believed. So much so that I had begun shopping for a new music player, thinking that I would have to put up with carrying two devices.
Until I found the other, separate volume control wheel attached to the earphone adapter. Almost a month after buying and using it.
The sound is fine now.
Speaking of phones, I was in one of my favorite thrift stores on 3rd Ave. this afternoon. I was shopping for some vintage shirts but instead found some cute picture frames. While I was paying for my purchases I noticed this sign posted next to the cash register:
"We cannot provide you service while you are talking on your cell phone. Please let us know when you are ready."
Fucking brilliant. While I was employed briefly in my retail career, I can't tell you how much it frosted my butt to have somebody come to the register to pay for their purchases (sometimes an entire cart full) all the while yakking on their phone. They frequently wouldn't even deign to say hello, let alone thank you or goodnight. It's unbelievably rude. Of course, I've been fighting this battle ever since cell phones became prevalent during my days as a bartender, so I realize this is impossible to win. But hoping against hope I still may be able to convert even one person, when paying at a register, ordering drinks or having any other interaction with a human service provider, GET OFF THE FUCKING PHONE!
I was going to write a product review for my Mint Chocolate phone, now that I've had it for a couple of months. And aside from the fact that I still love the cool metallic color, it was going to be mostly negative. But I've been finding that most of my problems with the phone are user mistakes. I suppose it would have helped if I had done more than scan the operating instructions but I'm a guy...we don't read instructions. Not when I can repeatedly stab at the buttons and pound the phone with my fist like an ape with a remote control he doesn't understand. I would even occasionally waved it in the air and make unintelligible screeching noises. But I bought the phone mainly because I wanted a music player and phone in one device. I didn't want to have to switch repeatedly between the two when I was going to the gym or about to take a particularly boring subway ride. So I was crushingly disappointed and told anyone who would listen about how distressed I was at the absolutely lousy sound quality of the music coming out of the player. And this from someone who isn't particularly picky about audio quality. If it's loud enough with a decent bass beat I'm a happy homo. This phone, after I finally got the Micro SD storage device and the earphone adapter that plugs into the other adapter that plays the MP3's that all need to be converted to WMA files before they play, was sorely lacking on either front. Or so I believed. So much so that I had begun shopping for a new music player, thinking that I would have to put up with carrying two devices.
Until I found the other, separate volume control wheel attached to the earphone adapter. Almost a month after buying and using it.
The sound is fine now.
Speaking of phones, I was in one of my favorite thrift stores on 3rd Ave. this afternoon. I was shopping for some vintage shirts but instead found some cute picture frames. While I was paying for my purchases I noticed this sign posted next to the cash register:
"We cannot provide you service while you are talking on your cell phone. Please let us know when you are ready."
Fucking brilliant. While I was employed briefly in my retail career, I can't tell you how much it frosted my butt to have somebody come to the register to pay for their purchases (sometimes an entire cart full) all the while yakking on their phone. They frequently wouldn't even deign to say hello, let alone thank you or goodnight. It's unbelievably rude. Of course, I've been fighting this battle ever since cell phones became prevalent during my days as a bartender, so I realize this is impossible to win. But hoping against hope I still may be able to convert even one person, when paying at a register, ordering drinks or having any other interaction with a human service provider, GET OFF THE FUCKING PHONE!
Thursday, August 02, 2007
And Now For Something Truly Horrid
Why porn stars shouldn't sing.
I want to find the lid to that little box he's in, throw in his clothing "stylist" and slam it shut. Then I want to dump it in the river. What a piece of crap.
I want to find the lid to that little box he's in, throw in his clothing "stylist" and slam it shut. Then I want to dump it in the river. What a piece of crap.
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