Friday, October 30, 2009

The Hills (hit this title for Alexi Murdoch) i don'tknow how

dear God readers, you must listen to this guy from Ireland. --->get this.... (firstname) you tell me about gentrification.(!) His name is the wonderful Alexi Murdoch. Listen, with your good ear (frinds of mine). YOU Are behind me, Toots. Fuck that. This guy is aces.

The link above is the only one I could find. Your welcome. This is the most wonderfulsong. Fuck You Miceli Brothers

Saturday, October 24, 2009

John Gosselin

Sail away with me
I wanna holdyou now.

Fucking Brian
We both left the land of the uncircumcised penis together. Like outlaws. We took a "Thelma andLouise"photo when we left. I have it.
I knew this guy fot 13-14 years and nothing.
Does he not think of me some nights?
My favorite thing on earth was when we would pile into his Range Rover and go down to Laguna. By us I mean, Brian, myself, Rexie and Ben (chocolate lab and the most awesome Cocker)). I mean,there was silence in the car, but it was protected. A sigh was recognised, not a sound in the abyss. I'm trying to convey the absolut happiness, which it was. Bliss. Fucking Bliss.I could name 10 things if you give me a minute of why I should be happy he is not in my life. I'm on 2 and I miss him. Stupid Fuck.Sorry for all the cursing.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


Okay 4 or 5 readers...Were gonna shake it up a bit. Every title (subject of Post) is going to have nothing to do with the actual post. So, when i say "John and Kate plus Masterbate!", what i mean in the post is that i am still looking for a job. No rhyme or reason. Just looking for some mid-west nitwit find me and get some pissed off comments. (Rubbing hands together mishieviously) XXO

Are You A Douche-Bag?

My mother hates that word. And so would I, if it pertained. Who decides this stuff? Is just wearing an 'Ed Hardy' shirt enough? In my books, yes...but . Then wearing a diamond in each ear and calling them, "Q Z's" to Nancy Grace (aka Quibic Zarconia's) (sp). I have like 4 fabulous women in my life who keep me real. It seems that anyone can say anything to me and it would not be taken to the cliff. Like, I'm jumping because you said I'm fat. Fuck,i have 7,000 other reasons to jump.

I was thinking of this song...

Last night when i was flying. I don't know why. When me and Brian drove from Miami to L.A. this was just getting airplay (1993-sh?). It's the total traveller's song. I fell in love with this guy, ShannonHoon, lead singer of Blind Melon. And then he died. poor bubby. I met this great kid in Rehab #1 and we both knew the whole album. He got kicked out and then O'D ed. Gosh,he was so beautiful (interior wise...not esthetically).

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain I like watchin' the puddles gather rain And all I can do is just pour some tea for two And speak my point of view But it's not sane, It's not sane I just want some one to say to me I'll always be there when you wake Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today So stay with me and I'll have it made And I don't understand why I sleep all day And I start to complain that there's no rain And all I can do is read a book to stay awake And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape escape......escape......escape...... All I can say is that my life is pretty plain ya don't like my point of view ya think I'm insane Its not's not sane

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Monday, October 12, 2009

10,000 miles

Blogger (this site) is kinda fucked (the last coupla days). I spent the last 2 hours trying to get on, through by-ways and hi-ways and now I friggin' forgot my point of view. Dorky me.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Agita pansexul

These are the types of words that I have to type in some times as security measures, it kinda gets comical.

Monday, October 05, 2009

Your insanely overpaid and shut your mouth....

Natalie Portman....? Really. You sign on to this Polanski thing. So, basically, when you made "The Professional" where I believe you were 13, getting raped by your director wouldhave been okay. People. Edit. That's why you do 30 takes for a scene where you say, "Who is it?" Fools.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Cooking 101- Stew

First you need to ask your mother for the car. When she refuses you take anything that pops out to you from the fridge and pound the fuck out of it. Masicate it man. Go to town on it. Get it all out. realize that this will never lie to you, and then beat it senseless for being a stupid fuck.
Drown it in Gravy Master since you basically can not Master a simple task like holding a job or having a relationship. Ruminate for hours until no one is left who wants to eat w/ you.

Whoa no...not me

So your having a dinner party. And your in the ktchen and everything is glorious. And then HE walks in. Fuckin Joe know it all. Boo. Jeapordy's on. Fuck.
What is a prime number
Who is Claire Daines
What is fucking Liberia

Shut this douche bag up.

This use to be me. I swear.
Now, me an my mom watch cash cab (best show ever) and I answer nary a Q. I'm busting at the seams, but I won't. I can not be that guy.

Go home.. Go home you smart aleck

Is it Me??

But am I digging the Fray.

Certain guys voices just move me, man. I apologize for being a weenier.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Go Rams...

This is kinda chuckle-able. I signed up with this agency for Cater/Waiter stuff and they sent me out today (Sat) for the Homecoming of the Fordham dun na na's. Two of my sports minded brothers did no teven know that Forham had a football team (and one of my bro's use to take bets on collge football). Anyway. They say that Staten Island is the missing link of the 5 boroughs. Try getting to the Bronx. The campus was unbelievable. Smack,dab in the heart of hootchie clothing stores and a zillion sneaker stores (oh, and refill your cell phone minutes stores) is this gorgeous campus. Green for miles (grass) archaic buildings and a marching band. I, fruitcake that I am, always get a lump in my throat from Marching bands. Shoot me now. Anyway,they put me on the bar. Cough. I was good. I like neither beer nor wine. Thanks be to God they didn't have a Jaegger fountain. To proceed...I was just being myself. It was a homecoming party. All these alumni with their seat cushions (WTF!) showed up, and you could tell like who ran the college in their days. There were these 6 chicks (possibly the 'Heathers' of their time) all dyed blonde and kinda rough looking, but still everyone was having a blast. We had to shut the bar when the game started and we had our share of belligerant (sp) patrons. But the greatest thing happened in the 3rd and 4th quarter. As all my little enclave of tbles left, everybody gave me thier cards and emails addy's and my space sites(does anyone use that shit?). I have the biggest grin on my face. I saw this freaking hot bastard and, I don't know why, but I tried to take his picture w/ my phone. I got busted, never the less. Anyway, this col guy leaves and he gives me his card. Heart Fucking Palpitations, yo!

Friday, October 02, 2009

Just a coupla specifics..MY Personal Ad

I just turned 45 and I need a big change. I really want a kid(s) and I can’t do it by myself. I’ll start with my stats and then if your interested in my quirks and stuff, you can read on. I’m, like I said, 44 and I’m Italian American (Sicilian). I’m 5’8” on a good heal day, with a good body that is getting better . I have a shaved head (since I was twenty two or so), a little facial hair and a couple of tatts. I’m a chef, and I’ve been working since I’m 12, and I’m kind of tired of it. (hence the family).I’m totally clean in every way, and that’s amazing because I lived through some really heady years. (Pats shoulder).I’ve squelched a lot of my personal desires, either due to work environment, family or other harbingers, and I’m over it. I’m a (closet) writer, and I would have loved to have pursued this path if I was not forced into the Culinary world. ( “Bitter, table of 1?” No.) I’ve travelled a lot and lived in some cool countries and islands, but I want to settle down. I’m totally into being the house-husband and really concentrate on my writing, and raising the kid(s). That’s where you come in. A relationship can only work if there is an attraction and respect and most of all honesty.My preferences in looks: I really like tall guys, a lot. But that’s just an aesthetic quirk. I’m really masculine and I like the same. This can not be faked on one date. Please read this line again if your doubting. I’m sorry, and I’m not being judgmental but I’m not into fems. .I’m into Italian Guido’s, musicians-writers and broker types in suits. My favorite body part is the nose, especially if it’s broken looking (Tony Ward, Christopher Meloni) or pre-Raphaelite-ish. I need someone with some smarts. A mind and intelligence is a beautiful thing. When I see a good looking guy on the subway reading, it’s a total turn on. I’m a sucker for a handsome face. I’m also not looking for another shaved head guy. I had no choice in the matter, and thank God I have an excellently shaped head. I’m not into guys who shave their body hair either. Not into blondes too much, but I dig Michael Pitt. You know what, there is a lot of beauty out there in all types and sized packages, so I can not get too specific.Some of my other Major Likes. I read a book a week. I watch too much of t.v., but certain shows. (Dexter, Californication, P.Runway, All L&Orders, The Closer, Saving Grace, Weeds, Life, BBC stuff), but, ‘Six Feet Under’ is probably my all time favorite show.Music: Despise Rap/R&B. My music tastes go from Jeff Buckley and Aimee Mann to Pearl Jam (absolute fav.) and Alice in Chains to Band of Horses and The Fray to the Shins and Dusty Springfield. Movies: I could go on for ever here, but I’ll limit it to the fact that most of the movies I like do not get wide releases. And yeah, I love foreign movies, a lot.Sports: I play(ed) all sports, but I’m not this jock guy who reads the sports pages. I love watching hockey and football, baseball is only fun to watch @ the stadium, and I’ve never been into basketball. So, yeah, I live in NYC at the moment. I was born and raised here. Right now, I took a six months lease on a place in Staten Island after spending the summer working in the Hamptons. I really want to do this marriage/kid thing. Way before I even knew what gay was, I wanted to always be the father that I never had. So now, with the hopefully mutual admiration of a cool guy who wants the same and who also happens to live in one of the smarter states (that allows same sex unions) and who might have a good enough nest egg to get this thing rolling until we figure out my role, I think it might be a ‘good thing.’I guess I could go on, but, I’ll leave it at that for now.Take Care,Michael

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Long ago, in a faraway land...

Okay, how can I put this correctly. I was never read to as a child. You know, Mommy or Daddy tucks you into bed and you just plead for one more page of "The Princess and the Pea" and then it's lights out, you promise, while your nibbling on an Oreo with a glass of milk set upon a bev nap on the nightstand. And with that, I guess, my imagination was not nurtured to grow vivid. And that Teflon-like inventiveness would have come in handy for what was to proceed in the next couple of years to my family and most scarring, to me. For years I've been reading about the movie studio wars with the making of the children's book,"Where the Wild things Are", which coincidentally, I read as an adult.(Too late). When Spike Jonze was attached to direct it I was equally psyched (Being John Malkovitch, Adaptation). I happened to see the trailer in the movie theater the other day, and I kind of almost lost it. Instantly, I got this Florida Grapefruit in my throat. It's a story about a boy who needs and wants protectors. And he finds them in this pack of 'wild things'. The part where I almost lost it was At the end of the trailer, where the one wild thing says to the boy, "I wanna eat you up, I love you so". Hokey? I guess to some, yes. But, it's just all about the conviction in the voice. So sincere and heartwarming for someone who definitely needs these words of love. Watch the trailer...choose #2 This looks fantastic.

I am Jerri...

Jerri's intro claimed that she's 46?Boozer, User,Loser. Right? Well, cripes, so am I.
I just turned 46. I started this blog when I was 39 ish. And she's got better teeth and smaller hips than me. Man, I've become what I laughed at a few years ago. Okay, I did just get some dental work done, so I'm cancelling the pity party.