03.22.10
Respecting the Empire
An Impirial Cruiser hovering over the Golden Gate Bridge.
Uncredited photo from the web. If anyone knows who’s work this is or where more of it can be found, please drop me an email
03.23.09
Ding Kitty Speaks
You would think that we didn’t keep a bowl of fresh water out for the cats at all times. I did this about eight times today or every time I went into the bathroom. It’s a good thing we don’t have kids…they would be such spoiled ruffians.
Ding Kitty Wants a Drink NOW!!! (Quicktime, 15MB)
11.17.08
Rallying around
Jeff and I were in the city this weekend so we were able to attend the Gays Rallying on Saturday afternoon. Good crowd, unexpected sunny skies, stood in front of these dreamy guys and got all melty, and finally got to meet Father Tony (dreamy and got all melty again). It was a good rally though honestly, Gays, can we come up with some new chants and rallying cries other than “We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it!”. I felt like I was back in 1993 and was going to pull out my Freedom Rings.
07.22.08
He was the leader of the band
And I was. I also designed my costume (based off the Star Trek: The Movie uniforms so suck it, gay geeks..I win) and picked out the gold lamė which was piped along the edges, the cumberbund, AND lined the whole inside of the detachable, full-length cape. Not too bad for someone who couldn’t play an instrument.
06.27.08
Totally. Must. Have.
I thought I could somehow justify this because it is awesome and Max wants it so bad so it MUST be cool. But honestly, Jeff will overlook a lot of my shit but I’m not sure even I could get a $400 Lego DeathStar past him.
But THIS is perfection and it’s pre-ordered and I don’t care if it’s divorce in a perfectly executed, perfectly packaged, mint condition goodness. I mean, seriously, it has attacking birds. Just stop it!
06.20.08
For some joy in your day
Because there can be no other than Beaker. He is my heart.
Oh Danny Boy done right.
And then there are the SuperFriend mashups…
The always classic “Wassup?”
And now “The Super F.R.I.E.N.D.S” (courtesy of the very gaymous Mondo Rick-o,)
08.09.07
BGC Countdown: Day 15
Holy SHEET! Look at Justin’s amazing haul for the cruise. I want more room for shoes. Though of course, even in New York City, I would have no idea where to go to get them, such is our most boring city lives. But I can covet those shoes like a homo-mofo.
Of course I might have slipped into Jim Hanley’s Universe this even and got a Superman t-shirt with a red, metallic “S” symbol. I’m just saying that I can forgo one of my J.Crew green t-shirts because how do you not take Kal-El along?
In the “Hello My Name Is…” category: Jeff and I have, over the course of our 13 years together, tried to revision ourselves with fun nicknames when we’re in new situations, surrounded by new people. Our most famous (in our own heads) switch-a-roo was introducing ourselves as Ridge and Trucker who bartended at some parties for a few friends. Horribly, HORRIBLY soap-opera-ish names, I know, but there you go. Ridge and Trucker have stuck around for a while though we haven’t pulled them out for a while so we thought for the BGC it might be time to re-introduce them. But then, as with our new waist lines and clothes, we thought that it might be nice to come up with some new nicknames and see if we could really get them to stick this time. After much deliberation (and some middle of the night inspiration from a dream) we’ve settled on our new persona’s: J. Michael Shaker and B. Baker Browne so we’d be known as….wait for it: Shake and Bake! I’m enamored of it. I’m Baker, btw, which is my nod to my maternal grandmother’s maiden name, something that I would have loved to name a child had we ever decided to have children, which we didn’t, aren’t, and won’t (Hi, 17-day Mediterranean cruise versus no vacations for seventeen years and THEN four years of college tuition. No brainer). So everyone who knows me, either on the BGC or not, can now refer to me as Bake, my new nickname that I’ll be using forever.
Weight loss: Jeff has decided I’ve lost enough weight. It wasn’t that I hit 174lbs yesterday but that as I was laying on the couch last night, my congenitally pointed, slightly protruding xiphoid process was really sticking out and it grossed him out. Problematic because I’m rather fond of laying on my back for other moreintimate reasons and so now I’ll have to come up with creative ways to lure the bee to my honey. But back to my xiphoid erection, it’s not from weight loss but the position of the thing. But gross-out is gross out. Still, I’m at 174lbs so who the fuck cares, right? I love laying flat on my back and sucking in my stomach so that someone can see the outline of my kidneys…from the front.
BGC Countdown: Day 15
Holy SHEET! Look at Justin’s amazing haul for the cruise. I want more room for shoes. Though of course, even in New York City, I would have no idea where to go to get them, such is our most boring city lives. But I can covet those shoes like a homo-mofo.
Of course I might have slipped into Jim Hanley’s Universe this even and got a Superman t-shirt with a red, metallic “S” symbol. I’m just saying that I can forgo one of my J.Crew green t-shirts because how do you not take Kal-El along?
In the “Hello My Name Is…” category: Jeff and I have, over the course of our 13 years together, tried to revision ourselves with fun nicknames when we’re in new situations, surrounded by new people. Our most famous (in our own heads) switch-a-roo was introducing ourselves as Ridge and Trucker who bartended at some parties for a few friends. Horribly, HORRIBLY soap-opera-ish names, I know, but there you go. Ridge and Trucker have stuck around for a while though we haven’t pulled them out for a while so we thought for the BGC it might be time to re-introduce them. But then, as with our new waist lines and clothes, we thought that it might be nice to come up with some new nicknames and see if we could really get them to stick this time. After much deliberation (and some middle of the night inspiration from a dream) we’ve settled on our new persona’s: J. Michael Shaker and B. Baker Browne so we’d be known as….wait for it: Shake and Bake! I’m enamored of it. I’m Baker, btw, which is my nod to my maternal grandmother’s maiden name, something that I would have loved to name a child had we ever decided to have children, which we didn’t, aren’t, and won’t (Hi, 17-day Mediterranean cruise versus no vacations for seventeen years and THEN four years of college tuition. No brainer). So everyone who knows me, either on the BGC or not, can now refer to me as Bake, my new nickname that I’ll be using forever.
Weight loss: Jeff has decided I’ve lost enough weight. It wasn’t that I hit 174lbs yesterday but that as I was laying on the couch last night, my congenitally pointed, slightly protruding xiphoid process was really sticking out and it grossed him out. Problematic because I’m rather fond of laying on my back for other moreintimate reasons and so now I’ll have to come up with creative ways to lure the bee to my honey. But back to my xiphoid erection, it’s not from weight loss but the position of the thing. But gross-out is gross out. Still, I’m at 174lbs so who the fuck cares, right? I love laying flat on my back and sucking in my stomach so that someone can see the outline of my kidneys…from the front.
04.01.05
Infinity plus one
Holy SHIT. I logged on to my Gmail account and spent about five minutes trying to figure out what Infinity plus one means for a Gmail account. I finally got the April Fools joke until the part about actually now giving 2 GB of storage to their account holders. Awesome! And I still have 50 Gmail accounts to give away so anyone who wants one, come and get ‘em.