Ashi

Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Let's see which Freudian stage you are on.

Happy birthday Cassie!

I have an account, but it's too limiting to my writing.... I write too much to fit into that little box.... I think it's intended to be a micro blog site.

Happy Birthday big man.

This is seriously weird, man... erm..., I mean, Mann!

My heart sank... deep in the snow near the ending. The story has a strong totallyy style to it. I like it, but maybe one day the snow will melt, instead of waiting to be buried in it.

Nice Merry Christmas story! Yes, the story is a little vague, but I think that's why your stories are wonderful. I like the open to interpretation part, but I think it's a happy ending.

I love totallyy's shorts. They're really short and great, just like hot pants. Now I am going to catch up with his stories.

And that's the whole point of my post..., ligthen things up! Come on! I know that works either way! I thought the last punch line was sort of like a give-away.... :grunts: Now I'm depressed. I am an unfunny comedian. (just kidding, please don't call suicide hot line)

Yes, go Thorn Wilde!

"...but today is not the day" used to be my favorite sentence add-on. Attach it to any sentence, it'll magically become depressing. "Future is going to brighter, but today is not the day." "Let's have a flaming gay party, but today is not the day." "One day I'll get some steamy hot sex, but today is not the day." However, consider replacing it with "...just add bacon." "Future is going to be brighter, just add bacon." "Let's have a flaming gay party, just add bacon" "One day I'll get some steamy hot sex, just add bacon." "OMG, I am gonna have a heart attack, just add bacon."

Happy Birthday Krista. May you be wiser than AJ forever.

I'll try, but keep in mind I can't put them in chronological order (but I am trying my best), and I didn't google them. Franklin D Roosevelt, Truman, Dwight Eisenhower, John F Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, Richard Nixon, Jimmy Carter, Ford, Ronald Ragen, George H Bush, Bill Clinton, George W Bush, Obama.

Okay, first, my take on coming out. It's not important to me. Maybe it's important to other. I had co-workers fired for being non-straight, so it's a very personal issue to me. It doesn't help that I was a survivor only because I was being a "coward." I ended up quitting that job. My mom is religious, but she is supportive.... Not agreeing with the way I am, not proud of me, but accept it as the way it is, and still has some hope one day I would change. Right after I came out, she asked me if there is some sort of surgery that could change me..., and I was like "what?" When her church gave her Prop 8 propoganda fliers to pass out, I threw all of them away when she was not at home. My dad shouldn't know, but mom told him behind my back. Once a while my dad would say things like, "That girl on TV is pretty. Only if you would try to date one," or "Back then, the worst thing you could do to your parents is not giving them grandchildren." "What do you mean by THAT?" I usually say, and give him a really harsh scorn. But he would still do that once a while. Not everyday, just frequent enough to get you on your nerve. Seriously, I wouldn't come out to my parents unless I got a very serious boyfriend, ready to take him home. Was it easy to come out? No.... Why I was afraid to admit I was gay? When I was a kid, people always referred to homosexuals as the unmentionable.... I always feared there would be homosexuals hiding in public toilet.... So I always took my best friend to go to a toilet with me.... I guess I didn't want to become "one of them." Now I know better. I don't have to be a butt poacher to be a homo. I could be a dick hunter. Just kidding. Oh, well, I think you shouldn't regret joining the football team, because you got nice arms as the result. But effeminate gay guys don't have it easier.... Maybe just different experience, and differen ways of channel out our sexuality. I think I was probably someone's butt of jokes back in high school, though I didn't know why (because I didn't realize I was being "different" and I never tried to be "gay" because my sexuality was still latent at that time). But I think I can understand your "uphold to the standard" issue. I think I am still expected to act like a man, when they want me to be a man. While other times, I am just this fairy figure, who provides laughters. So I learned to laugh with them. Before I learned the art of self-ridicule and be proud of my "defect," it was really sad, especially when I forgot to act like a man.... Or I could be the militant, "go to hell, you biggoted bastard. I am gay and I'll shove it in your face, and you can't stop me" type. Either way, I need to find a way to accept myself, so I can be comfortably gay to myself. And I chose to the former. I don't really care what other people think of me at this moment in time, I just want to be me. Anyways, I like differences. If there is no gay guy like you who possesses such cute, hard-earned physique, then I think the entire gay porn industry that fills people with straight boi fantasy would collapse.... Just kidding. (Hmm, that makes me sound like I am horny for well-built guy) Now, this post will self-destruct in 5 seconds....

But I thought zombies like muching on limps.... Does a zombie need therapy? I thought they're zombies already.... Or maybe you're the sensitive type.... Oh, well. :opens up a fridge: The smell of the fridge coolant is the best anti-depressant.

You're really the history buff. All I remember about Jackson (besides he's on $20 bill) is I think, he was a war hero (probably War of 1812), and that helped him got elected. I don't think he and Stonewall Jackson are the same person.... I am pretty sure they aren't.... The thing I remember about Monroe is he wanted an isolated America from international politics, until Teddy Roosevelt reversed that policy. Teddy Roosevelt was also the crossover president, because he was elected as a Republican president only because Republicans couldn't find a proper candidate. So a lot of his policies as a president were definitely not what Republicans used to believe in, so he is sort of the father of modern Republican Party. I think I've heard Buchanan (the president) had a boyfriend before (probably from a gay gossip columnist). I am not sure if he and Pat Buchanan are related. If so, it'll be a redneck family drama.... I know Garfield was assassinated. We have two presidents who are named after inspiring animals. One after a bear, the other, a cat.

Chopped up.... Read the post. Just kidding. It's just a joke.... Now, now.... I need to know what you two are talking about. Though I have a feeling I'll regret it.

We wish you a merry christmas and happy new year....

I was quite surprised I got the four presidents' order wrong myself. If I were younger, I probably would remember it. Washington is obviously the first, and I think I remember John Adam was second (because I watched the HBO series). I kept thinking Madison was the fifth for some reason, and how about John Adam's son, Quincy? I think Jackson is the fifth.... It kind of messes my brain up when I've learned a lot of different pieces of history, not in chronological order. I think I still remember I didn't remember that Civil Disobedience was by Ralph Waldo Emerson, not John Locke.... (okay, sue me) (wait, I just googled..., it's Thoreau... D'oh!), but I don't remember the names, just the fact I don't remember that fact. See, I messed people's names up! But I do remember the concept, just not names.... But I do remember from psychology class, some people are better with names while some are better with faces. It's kind of unique function of our brains. Some of us are left brainer, and some are right brainers (but I don't remember which part of brain control which type of recognition). Please don't ask me recite which psychologist found which school of psychology. I know Freud is psychoanalysis, I don't remember Jung's.... Watson probably was behavioral science or something like that. Maslow is humanistic (I do remember that because I was a business major, and you get bombarded with Maslow's hiearchy of needs). So this type of trivia probably got a lot of people..., just because we don't think the same way. (I was/am never a good test taker, but I know my concepts).

You mean beside that severed limp that was chopped up and flash freezed since 1999? Just kidding. I think it's probably the baking soda. Other than that, probably some hot sauce from Taco Bell or packaged ketchup. They probably got transfered to the current fridge when the old fridge was sent away to the nice recyling people. Or maybe it's that strange white tentacle thing in the deep end of the fridge....

Nice series of photos. I've seen some of those scenes in my own eyes (modern SF, of course, I am not that old yet!), so they're kind of like surreal to me. Anyways, the dead horses picture is the most haunting for me.... Poor horses. I have quite a few photos of San Francisco, some might even resemble the ones from your link.... The funky thing from picture #6 is, that ugly collage of billboards on the left of Market Street is still there. Different advertisements posted of course, but it's still there.

OMG, that's one of my favorites! Anyways, my favorite has to be Last Christmas, Jimmy Eat World version: http://youtu.be/HGO0IlR5HDs

Happy birthday, JC!

C.R.A.Z.Y.!!!! Best (French) Canadian movie EVAR (no, I am not a Cannuck). And it's about a Quebecois family, of which, a son came out to be gay. I just love the family is portrayed, and how the dad always sings karaoke during Christmas.

Happy Birthday Nosty, my Sis!