Weather

Now this is more like it! I am done with the humid upper 90's crap. And I love the rain and wind.

Long--but good--day

Up at 5 as usual on Thursday. Class went ok. Got home, did quite a bit of stuff around the house: cleaning, laundry, recycling, got a package ready for mailing. Even got some writing done.

Lo and behold R. called around noon, said he'd been called into the office for a meeting and was just heading home; did I want to come over and "Watch Movies." What do you think I said?

So, had a great afternoon snuggling on the sofa under a comforter and watching Star Trek First Contact and Voyager on his new flatscreen while I massaged his shoulders and played with his flat stomach. That boy's abs are better than ever. More fun was had after Star Trek... Sigh.

Of course, I'm such a hopeless romantic that I enjoyed him lying half on top of me with his head on my chest and me just holding him or running my hand over his buzzed hair. In a way I liked that as much as the... sex. (Hm, this really should probably go in the secret diary).

I probably had a stupid grin on my face all through evening spin class, which was nearly full! Thursday nights is never that full. Well I hope my post-fun glow translated into good energy and they will all be back next Thursday.

Just finished my sushi and Sapporo from Whole Foods, and probably headed to bed soon. Tomorrow will be a day of errands and hopefully more writing.

Another Day

It's 72° F, drizzly. This is more like it! Fall, my favorite season (though I also get depressed more in the fall) is finally on its way.

Not so bad today, but a little stressful, just worried about 'not f*cking up.' (Yesterday was a blow to my self-confidence). I spent the day at the Seventh Day Adventist World Headquarters, cleaning up the mess that was the fonts in their design department. I looked them up on Wikipedia while waiting for a process; they sound almost as conservative as the Mormons (gay: bad! masturbation: bad!). But while I was doing something else a couple of the women were talking (and I think they were both 'members') and one was talking about how she loved Sex and the City and the other was saying how she had watched Brokeback Mountain on a flight recently and cried. Her friend kind of laughed then said that a male friend of hers had also cried watching it. The first woman asked casually "Is he gay?" (apparently not, but sensitive) but that all seemed a little liberal for what this church was described as.

I diplomatically kept my mouth shut during that conversation, afraid that my visitor badge would start glowing pink if I said anything.

A few words from the (ex) Mormon

Shitty day over. Long IM with, yes, you guessed it, R. I was asking him about his fabulous sleep number bed, because I really need a new mattress/box spring. I said something about my bed (I'm Raimundo on the right, he is on the left.) Sigh.

We got into a talk about Meyers-briggs and he looked for awhile then called me.

He dodged about which one he was, and said he took a 4 hour one once. I read some of the ESTP to him and he agreed on every count. Then we talked about this weekend. He wants me to come over Thursday or Friday (since we are off those days).

What a shitty day

Today was going well till the traffic jam on the Key Bridge, so I was late to my appt.

Then the morning was okay, the installation was going just fine... setting up a new Mac, until the Mac crashed... and crashed bad. Spent the rest of the day trying to bring it back to life with no success.

Then the client started to freak out. Then she broke down. Just what I need! Women crying!

Ugh. I called the boss and made him deal with her.

Shameless Lyrics

Everytime We Touch, Cascada

I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me
I still feel your touch in my dreams
Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why
Without you it's hard to survive

'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling
And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly
Can't you feel my heart beat fast,
I want this to last
need you by my side

'Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static
And everytime we kiss I reach for the sky
Can't you hear my heart beat slow
I can't let you go
want you in my life

And probably more what I should be thinking...

Easy as Life, Deborah Cox.

All I have to do
Is forget how much I love him
All I have to do
Is put my longing to one side
Tell myself that love’s an ever changing situation
Passion would have cooled, and all the magic would have died
It’s easy as life

I try to forget how much I want him here
let my tears slowly disappear
I cannot forget that my emotions die
Oh I don’t even want to try
Nothing in life is ever easy
Nothing in love will ever run true
My heart will never stop believing
I still believe in what love can do

All I have to do
Is pretend I never knew you
On those very rare occasions
When you steal into my heart
Better to have lost you
When the ties were barely binding
Better the contempt
Of the familiar cannot stop
It’s easy as life

It hurts to think about you
When I want to touch you
And how we would have been
If you were here with me today
Those very rare occasions
They keep on coming
All I ever wanted
I’m throwing it away

Mario Lopez in the Shower on Nip/Tuck

Not office friendly. But HOT. Mario still looks amazing. What an ass.

Analysis

My old friend Chomiji was wondering what Meyers-Briggs personality type R. probably was. It didn't take me long to find him: ESTP. He fits it exactly.

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Feelin Better

It's 4 pm now, I got out of the house, had a good workout (ellipse machine next to a hottie, though his gf kept coming over and bothering us). I had loaded the faster version of Every time We Touch and the new Justin song on my iPod so now they are slugging it out in my head.

Oh, and R. called. As always it was a decent chat and he said something about me coming over next weekend. God, will I never learn? I guess I think that eventually I am going to wear him down and he will succumb to my charms and we'll get hitched and live happily ever after. I mean, he didn't give away his relationship books to any of his other little 'buddies'... And who else is gonna talk the nerd Voyager talk with him?

Ok need to do laundry.

Update: 8:00 pm. Another Farscape, (you know, Browder is packin!!) 3 eps of Xiaolin Showdown (did I mention I was behind? And Omi still reminds me of R.) and another ep of Blade (Shen is so butch and sexy).

It's noon

A couple eps of Farscape and Avatar later. Made some breakfast, had a few cups of coffee. I really need to go to the store, and a workout would do me good. Maybe in another hour or so.

I feel... I don't know what I feel. I'm actually having chills every once in awhile. I feel... lost.

Then of course I had to stumble on this too-cute clip of the boys from Desperate Housewives...

What I did on my (4-day) weekend

Thursday: very productive! Taught 2 classes, met with my friend over breakfast, ran errands and got some work done.

Friday: Started out ok, but stressing about R. and the weekend. Went out for happy hour with Steven and Robert, and drank way, way too much. Trip home not pretty.

Saturday: Still not pretty but got through class. Rested a bit and managed to round up a ride to the pool party. R. called while I was at class to say he was going sailing, but might stop by the party later. Argh. Went to party, met some nice people, talked to one kinda cute guy for a long time and he gave me his phone number. Found out some things about R. that I suspected but didn't know for sure till then. Spent some time quietly freaking out. Only had a couple drinks, got ride home and went to bed at reasonable hour--after talking with R. on the phone. Really need to face up to the fact that nothing is going to change with him.

Sunday: Had gotten a sub for class so just taking it easy. Need to go to the Apple Store to check on something for work, and maybe do a workout at the gym later. Really feel like crawling back into bed though. In fact, think I will for awhile. Just bummed about R.

A site made for me

With thanks to Thom, my new favorite site!

Wow, here's another one.

Obsession

This morning from about 4 to 6 am I wandered in that half-awake state again, though mostly asleep and dreaming about R. and this pool event tomorrow. To go or not go? I guess I'll suck it up and try to talk to him about it today. Sigh.

Oh, and my bod is killing me after subbing a 'Club Strength' class Wednesday night, followed by 2 spin classes yesterday. Ouch.

Well, I've had my raisin bran, I've got my coffee, now I need to pull myself together and get some work done today. Though what I really want to do is crawl back into bed, pull down the shade and watch the hours of TV stored on the TiVo. The ep of Blade I started on last night had Shen in a wifebeater--he's got a nice bod!

Maybe some more coffee...

Survivor: Race vs. Race

Look at the cute picture Larry sent me! Isn't he sweet? Well the kid is kind of goofy looking but what a hot little body he has on him. Pecs and abs you could eat off of. Or just... well, never mind.

On a not-completely-unrelated front, I suppose everyone has heard: in an attempt to fight a ratings falloff, the new Survivor is (as I understand it) going to pit race against race. I'm not sure what I think about this (beyond it being a cheap ratings stunt).

Let's see, who do you think I'll be rooting for? Cute, gay (he must be gay, read his bio; hell just look at him) Brad the Fashion Director? or Yul, the hunky (and also single) South Korean dude.

Well you knew it would be the Asians I would root for, didn't you? (Hell, the only people I really care about on Lost are Sun and Jin). And actually, I haven't watched Survivor since the first one (and I couldn't take much of that). Like most reality tv, I find it boring and annoying, and the people tend not to be the best examples of civilized humanity.

It's the Waiting...

...I hate.

I'm sure I mentioned this before, but I'm always pretty much useless for at least an hour before a class. I can't concentrate, I wander around aimlessly trying to do this or that. You'd think after 2 years it would get to be routine. But no.

I'm already stressed enough about R.

Pluto gets the boot

We're down to eight planets, at least for the moment.

What I find kind of amusing about all this hubub is that we're not really discovering anything new and exciting, we're just arguing about what to call things. It seems so egocentric somehow. And, I don't know why they are going to now call Pluto and some of the other guys floating around out there 'dwarf planets' when there is a much cooler term that I remember from Lost in Space: Planetoid. Of course the science in LiS was shoddy at best. They would use the term 'galaxy' instead of 'solar system,' probably because it just sounded better. There was never even an attempt to explain the Jupiter 2's space drive, which got them from system to system in a matter of days. Even the interior of the ship didn't conform to normal laws of space (rather like the Tardis).

But I digress. What I really want to know is if they are going to adopt the nicknames of "2003 UB313" (a body slightly larger than Pluto) and her little moon as the official names: Xena and Gabrielle. That would truly rock.

A Cautionary Tale

At my former place of employment we had maybe 20 full-time people. 4-5 were the 'executives': Directors of this or that, the Branch Manager, and Sales people, all who wore at least a nice shirt and tie. I was a 'Manager' and I wore jeans and a t-shirt (I was always trouble). I was the only department manager in all of DC for a long time; a few months before I left suddenly there were three more. Next down were department supervisors, then associates (grunts), then the lowest of the low, the contract bike couriers.

I explain all this to set up the hygiene irony I discovered there. Since there were basically two bathrooms that the male staff shared, often more than one person would be in there at a time. I happened to notice that without fail, all of the bike couriers washed their hands after using the bathroom. The one person who consistently did not wash his hands? The IT director. This is a guy who, married with kids, you'd think would have better habits. And grossest of all, this was the guy who was often putting his grubby hands on other peoples' keyboards. Think about it.

Fortunately, he kept his nasty hands off the Macs.

Aztecs butchered, ate Spanish invaders

Ooooh! kewl!

Websites as graphs

Courtesy of the Rebel Prince, here is a cool applet that graphs any website out. I did my little site, Eidolon Studio. Part of the coolness, however, is how it unfolds as it forms, like a flower opening.