Strangers with Candy

I just met some girl I hung out with for like 3 years (during high school) on Facebook. She hung out with the dudes who abused me, and I know she giggled. I forgive her.
This is how I can feel like a prick.
She has battled Cancer for 4 plus years.
We have began to get close.
She has 3 kids and she married some cool guy in my neighborhood.
I never want to wait anymore.

St.John

Those women from NY (housewives),whom I have to watch w/ my mom are in St.John. My dear God,I miss this place...

Kim

It's so apprpriate that the song "Ride" (Cary Brothers)is playing as I write this.
1992 I discovered this guy visiting from Sweden. I wanted this to be my gig. He was (not being faggy),the most gorgeous guy in the world. He was leaving for Sweden the next morning. He called me twice from Sweeden. Gosh....

Happy

This is how I go on Facebook. I login, I post a song, look at stuff and I am like a robber. I am out of there. I never want to see more than I can, and because I seem to extrapolate too much, I TRY and bolt.
Some guy from my old block that I grew upon found me. Accept.
A miasma of circumstances happened. #1: I have never said my real High School date (I put it at 1968)...
Too many people kept asking me about my marrital status...
For the first couple I said I was divorced,and then I broke down and decided, I hate frigging lying. So,I wrote my correct graduating year (1981)and said I was single. Fuck em!!!!
I have been getting hits, from graduates of my school, (ignore) but this one girl hit me up. Coleen, and she is like remember how you got me that job @ the Movie Theater (I was asst.mgr!!!!!!)...So,it turns out she married some guy I knew (a very cool guy) and she has battled Cancer and shit since then, and oh, she has a twin (whom I knew), and she's a dike. I felt like I was home...I toldthis old friend of mine about the asshole guys (They thought they were taggers...they called themselves T.S.O. the Serious Ones). They were assholes. I told her how this is a re-acurring instance in therapy and she could not believe it. These dicks tried to drown me when they saw me with the hottest girl in H.S. They embarrassed me so much,I wanted to die. (this is high school)
Anyway, Coleen just wanted to tellme that she thought I was ...
It made me feel good.

I Need to Cry...seriously...get the hell away

Sarah Palin's daughter...the one who gave birth out of wedlockis now touring the country and giving speeches for 30,000.There is an express train with my name on it.

Can I get a Lawyer?

See, I have been finding these sights where I can download any song ever. And I kinda feel guilty, but my guilt is assuaged by the fact that I baught all these albums before. Like, I paid 10.49 @ Korvette's or Grants, and I kept these bitches with me all my life, and then, either it be lack of payment (Los Angeles) or Natural Disaster (Hurricane Andrew-storage-no insurance) I have PERTAINED these. So, Jacoby and Myers,can I get a break for downloading all these songs for free?

How fucked things are...

When i was writing that last post I was in the middle of downloading "Mother"by PinkFloyd. I can't wait to listen to it and cry my eye's out.

Mom's sick

My mom is sick. Lady problems. But like,older lady stuff. Don't even ask me what this means. We went to the hospital. She had an MRI. I was so frigging scared,but she told me that night that she felt good, because I was there. Some littlebrooklyn hottie asked me for my phone number. Surreal! Today,Monday. Mom got the results back. Maybe it was a botched hysterectomy in the 70's. I thank you Lord for giving me a fewmore years/months with her,so I can repair everything. I am not a pinhead (speaking of Kerry). Thanks God, even though I abhoar the Catholic Church, I still believe. Love always,Mickey

"Away we Go"

Let's say it is horrible outside,and you need to cuddle up and watch a good movie, this is the one. "Away we Go" with John Krasinski (from the Office)and a resplendent Maya Rudolph. Man,I really loved this film. Give me your replies if you saw it.

Dreams, thoughts and other mis-givings

I feel like Dorothy sometimes. I never remember my dreams, but through the day I want to say to you and you and you,that you all where there. I just know you were there. Jay and Mark, Char and Chrisstine,Slim and Donna,Jen and Marilyn, Scott and Jim P. Even those fuckheads who abused me.

Thank you Internet

So,I was hearing about this show on Starx. Seriously,who The F--- has starx? It's called "party Down" and I wrote about it like a month ago. Anyway, I did like a less than minute search and i HAVE WATCHED EVERY EPISODE on line,straight from japan! It's awesome...Domo Arigato!! I have also watched every episode of "True Blood" and "The United States of Tara"...Eat it Blockbuster!!

Within your Reach

I love The Replacements and they made a song...About death. And as much as I love these guys, they could not replace the loss I felt. This was one of the most trumatic times in my life.
I played "Within your reach" non stop. Then I moved home.
I just want to say,stupidlly,to Kerry,that I kind of loved her,as much as my heart alllows to love. I so wanted to take you on that weekend with me, but you had to watch your nephew. I love you Kerry. I ache for you,I scream some times about your death. Love always...Michael

Hole

Dear Courtney,
I hope you and your daughter reconcile but this is a horrible place to do it. I have a lotof faith in you C.L. I think you are so enanmored by technology that you are overwhelmed. Your loved, you stupidwrite-a-holic. I keep thinking of the great tunes you made.

This girls spirit...

This morning I read this story about some girl from Jersey who had been eaten by a crocodille while snorkeling off the coast of India. Her sister died 4 years go rock climbing. I ache for her parents, and I just wish they could know that their daughter permeated all of my thoughts yesterday.
Poor bubby.

Extreme Happiness

Where does it come from? It comes from working class slobs such as myself getting their 2 seconds of recognition.
I KNOW this gig at the Food Network won't be for me. I can not pander and comeoutall Guy Smiley.
Fucker.

New Pills,Old Pills,Blue Pills,Pink Pills...

One works onw way (feeling good) but has the side effect of "Costanza out of the pool". Next one sort of works but my appetite is ravenous all the time (this is a no no). Next one is good,feel instant calming, but the Catch-22 is that Medicaid does not pay for it.So,I have to fly solo a little bit more. Bummer. Yeah, bummer.

"Lost" Make it Stop!!

Please. Let this show finally be over so some of the peope I usually read for interesting stuff can stop auto-erotic asphixiating themselves and trying to guess how it is supposed to end. Holy crap!

I heard this quote today...

I shut my eyes in order to see. Paul Gauguin

Rocket Science...it is

This is one great movie..."Rocket Science"...Also,"Sunshine Cleaning" was a tremendous bomb,but it was poorly marketed,I thought it was pretty decent as well.

Alexi Murdoch

He's Irish. He's not swmary.
Please listen to this guy.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzD9oeeN5bw

Smile though your heart is breaking

Yeah...got hired today.
I woke this morning from a dream which swept away from me as soon as my crusted eyes opened. River Styx, an arm, children, fear permeated.
I was awake 4 or five minutes when then palm of my left hand was itching like a gambler with a trifecta.It was then I realized this Italian (I think) wive's tale about an itchy left palm and good fortune. I sludged through the same ass procedures of the last 150 days, same outfit (Heh...it brought me luck once),and proceded toget talked down to by some twit...regardless (there is no room for negativity inmy life)...so,I take the SI RR to the Ferry to NYC and transfer,and when I am 38 of 78 on line fore a waitering spot this guy calls. (718) number....hmmm...I answer. "Hello" "Can I speak to Michael?""Yeah this is him", "Hey this is Justin from blah blah...would youlike to work for us"

Later Catholisism

I kind of stepped aside 5 years ago, but now I am gone. I still love you God, but I need a new adjunct.
Much love, Michael

The Runaways

In like 1974 I was watching this movie on channel 7. It was called "Dawn...Portrait of a Teenage Prostitute."
It starred a then post Brady Bunch Jan,aka Eve Plum(b)?. For me,the movie was riveting,because I have always,always wanted to run away from the scene I was in. And even then,I knew that Hollywood held something more,and yet something more dangerous than I was leading, but I was so attracted to that life so much more than this life.
Dawn, aka Jan Brady,is a ho on the rough and tumble streets of Holywood. But,as much as I was riveted to to Dawn and Alexander (Leigh J. McClosky), her male hustler friend, I was more riveted to the song that exited each scene.
If you know the song "Cherry Bomb" you know the beginning. Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun...Can't stay at home..."
These teasers where prevelent all through this movie, and when the song finally clicked in,and played, I was transformed.
I watched the credits,and people, if you watch CSI these days and hear a good song, they don't give credit.
But the God's were with me that night.
I sat about 2 inches from the big RCA..."Your gonna ruin your eyes".
And there it said.
"Cherry Bomb" by the Runaways.
The next day I made my way out to Korvette's and baught "The Runaways"

This is...Fresh Air

Man...I love Terry Gross. I picture her as this wormy, bespeckled , librarian type woman.She is the most intriguing woman, most introspective. I'm gonna make a shirt in the next month...I hope some of you will buy it (no profit on my end). Just fun.

The ROVE Boat

I saw the greatest job on line. They were looking for an Italian/American chef for a Chinese Cruise Line.

Fringers crossed

Meredith Viera is an IDIOT!!!

During Monday morning's Today show Oscar coverage Meredith Vieira pointed out the hugs between Hurt Locker co-stars Anthony Mackie and Jeremy Renner from the time the film was nominated to Oscar night, and asked if it was something she needed to be

"worried"

about.

VIEIRA: "You hugged him pretty tight, I must say, in the moment. There was a lot of man lovin' goin' on last night. Do I have reason to be worried?"

MACKIE: Not from me. No reason.

VIEIRA: "Okay, you're fine? Yeah?"

Al Roker expresses astonishment at the line of questioning.

Lego of MY New York

German artist Jan Vormann and a small army of volunteers spent the past two weeks filling cracks in New York City buildings with Lego bricks.

Vormann arrived in New York two weeks ago "to support Mayor Bloomberg in his everyday-struggle to make this city even more amazing," the artist said on his project Web site. This is not the first time Vormann has used Legos in this way, but the New York project appears to have involved an unprecedented number of locations.

Tina Louise and me

There is no way how things happen sometimes. In like 1990,I was a waiter at The Russian Tea Room. Good gig.
We (my maitre d did) get the list of celebs/important (or impotent) people that day. Normal..normal...normal, and then I see her at the podium. My love, my scrap book making woman. La Louise. Ona,the maitre d, had no where to sit her but in the middle of the Russian Tea Room and the tables we called Siberia. I did not have the pleasure of waiting on her. I braved myself, and when her campanion went tothe rest room, I moved in like an unwanted 2nd cousin. "You know" I stated while clearing the borsht remains, "God's little Acre" was a great film. Hook,Line and sinker. She was blotting her lipstick on a tissue I quickly buried in my pocket when discarded. I hovered so uncomfortably, I started reciting her Imdb bio a decade beforeit's inception.She invited me to her daughter's 21 party or some such thing (her graduation from NYU) I can not recall,but it was at the club, MK. I wore leather pants that night (it was June) I was dying. She wore this gorgeous leopard wrap dress (cheetah? Cougar), I had a drink, and I left while this little surfer punk was hitting her up.

One asshole

Man....You turned into the biggest asshole. I absolutely despise you. Billy Joel looks better.
I saw U2 at Cornell in like 82-83. it was roucous (sp). Sublime. I saw you again in 86...still small. I moved away and when i came back you were HUGE. Now,you (as the papers say) wear your oblig.glasses and you fake helping everyone yet dodging taxes. You sanctimonious piece of shit

Part88

Ya see. These people I was hanging around with were,I'm not saying beneath me, but they were not me. This charactor Steve, that i absolutly loved for bringing my face from a frown,up side down, I love. And then you get out of these closed quarters and you see how these people are. He treated everyone like they were his nurse.He littered profuselly, without err. He talked so loud on the phone on the train you would just slide further down the train so as not to know him.
This dickbag said something about me.

Part 88

This guy Steve was the biggest dick. I started being in public. I swear, he like threw his bagel wrapper on thr floor of the train. Besides that, he talked on the phone and he was this loud bitch. He is trying ...seriously...to 'save me'
This guy is so fucking stupid to realizehe is a caricature. Albanian or Yugo as he is.What a fucking dick. I absolutely hate this guy. Maybe heis pissedoff because, he felt , "felt" I was gay. And I made zero passes on this dick face.You should haveheard the stories both him and Castellano told. Fucking bullshit.

Ah Man...

I'm onna say it. I am one for three finding people. I soo wanted to find Miss Char S. easy as pie man. I put that unique name in a search engine and Blip! Gorgreous as ever. Now, i'm tring to find this guy. The thing is ,he has a very basic name "John Brown. Ask me again and I'll knock you down" It sucks. I kind of will never feelcompleter if i do not find this guy: Danny Edwards UMass Virgin Isles great friend Lalapalooza in Fla (I got run over by a Mister Softee truck). I miss and love this guy (not sexually, you pervs).

Christina Hendricks

What a goddess. Women,do you agree? I guess I've always had a thing for red heads, going back to Kerry O'Gara in my neighborhood and than Tina Louise. She's like a Victoria Principal, without the surgeon husband. I love Mad Men, and I love her. BTW...I first noticed her on "Life" a great fucking show on NBC which got cancelled due to a large chin.

Tee Hee

New Feathered Friend

So, this place is really a psych ward, with a special spot quar-dened (sp) off for their 28 day program. So, I was at the bottom right? Well, this is what I had to deal with. I made the call, went to the safe place and,this is the shape I was in, how low my depression hit me. I bolted from my apt. Ya know,I could NOT see the Forrest for the trees. I was so mind fucked that I packed up this blue collapsible duffel that Dona Freehoff had given me when I left for St.Thomas in 87'. I put the stupidest shit in there. I just figured that I will eventually have no stuff,why not lose it now. Say goodbye. Th Band Aid theory. Just rip it off. A little pain and then none.
But that theory is wrong. I am a person who reflects...a lot. Hence the 50 plus journals I've kept.
I have to say, that compared to some people's stories(of their loses) mine was not minimal but it could not hold a candle to them. (Does anyone know where that phrase came from?)
So, back to Steve. He was a good guy. He talked a lot, he was young, and I don't know the validity of his stories, but he made me laugh. A lot. And God knows I needed it at this point, because everything was kicking in. The MESS of my life, the missed chances at success, the missed chances at LOVE. And now, everything I had ever held onto was probably (at this point my Landlord was calling nine times a day, and that was 10 days before)gone. (cont)

New Feathered Friend

I had no desire to be this guys friend. He made me laugh a lot, when it was needed. He was this character. So, with a voice actually louder than mine, we became friends.
We ended up rooming at Staten Island Psych Care. We were the best roomates, ever.
Cont.

God Almighty

I'm watching this guy on YouTube who I know as Pedro the Lion sing this gorgeous song "The Longest Winter", and I have never seen him. He's like this gigantic teddy Bear. I'm not into bears,per se, but it makes me smile.

Fair WeathrED friend Pt. II

So, I was hungry and broke. And thank God for some of these food banks I was able to eat. I know I'm a little chunky, but all I was living on was stinky ass chix buillon for Christmas through New Years. I was just waiting for someone to drop off a package. It was horrible guys. Ihave never been sosad in my life. I did it all to myself. Josie worked every single un medicated nerves of mine in a Costco parking lot, and although I do not remember this, apparently, I raised my hands to her. From there I was cut off for basically life. A month later, after discovering food banks and stuff, I willingly put my selfinto Rehab again. First, I had to stay at the place above. The safe place. It is here I met Steve. I thought he was a coolguy because he melded to me faster than I to him. We were totally friends in this joint. I introduced him to the movie "Rushmore" which he scoffed at, because either Croc. Dundee, Sly Stallone or The Rock was not in it. Dick. We both ende upgoing to South Beach Psychiatric Center for...cont (heh)

Fair WeatherED Friend

Before I went to the last rehab, I checked myself into this joint which was an old hospital (where, ironically, I was born). It was like a 'safe place' and for people to detox. I did not need to detox, I had been clean about 8 days, but at this time, a little past Christmas, i was really suicidal. Every plan for offing myself came with complications. I unfortunately did not have a garage or a car for that matter,in which I could go silently into the night with the silent killer.Everything else kind of scared me or believe it or not, I was worried about the people I might harm. There is this bullet like express train that passes a couple of hundred feet away from my door. i wanted to jack-knife into it. Instantanious, and then I thought about the driver of the train and what would happen if it derails and shit like that.Ich-shnay.
I needed a bar-b-q lighter to lite my oven every time I used it,and I was going to turn on my Gas, whch recently got shut off,just to make that simple mistake of non ignition. But what if someone's pet or worse yet, someone else in my building died in the interim. What if the whole building blew up? That widow downstairs that I help with her Pathmark bags. What becomes of her? (cont)

Sarah

This chick ruffles my feathers...her songs are like having root canals done on your ears. And she's Canadian to boot!

Kate plus Eight?

I just wish anyone who KNOWS me can listen this song. ya know,it makes me wanna live another day.... honestly.keepme alive Click the link <-----My salvation lies in yourlove....

Rhianna-choking

God,I frigging Love New York. The Yankkee's won the World Series tonight. Today, pre-Championship,I wore my Masui #55 shirt. The ferry and Manhattan was a sea of blue and white. Shirts,,,Posada,petitte,A-Rod and ofcourse Jeter. Yankee people were like, Matsu; yea!!
For those that don't know, Matsui got awarded the MVPof the series. No, not A-Rod. My main man Hideki. It's like if "The National" won band of the year


"God damright it's a beautiful day" Eels

Suri goes to school

I have 4 brothers. Up until recently I had 3 plus one who was kinda pissed off (13 years) but he came bck into our lives and it's brilliant....seriously.It's not like a day passed. We talk almost every day, and now...I don'tknowif it's me, but I lost the other 2. Grouchy (bro #3), {we have prissy, fatty (me), grouchy and fruity} a doctor, just moved to Vegas and he was like, "schlubba, their is a room for you." well,I guess the white zin was flowing because as soon as i could click "tell me more" he fucked me over. Prissy, the elder, my guiding light, my (ugg) only muse and mentor was the one to come over the other night when Jo had her hystrionic post menpausal breakown. He smashed my soul to smithereens. I aplogize for being needy.

The Hills update

Did I ever talk about my foray in Delray? (hah) I lived in a sober house with like 8 idiots. All homo-phobes, and basically they all dropped trou for a crack rock in their past and I will bet the farm on it. Well, Mrs.Livingston moved in (god, I loved her..."Mr. Eddie's father...I think this started my Asianation)...queeny (natch, he was Phillipeeno-intntial spelling mis hap) and he had the best music on this double computer. I used to blast "Float On" by Modest Mouse (see FB for link)and clean the whole house, and, I WAS Sober. I know i've been bleak lately. I want to make it. Like Mare in Minneapolis. I have to prevail. I need my mind to start working for me more than answering trivia.

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) Alexi...now 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

John Gosselin

Sail away with me honey...now
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.

RHIANNA

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 sane......it's not sane

Kings of Leon

Am i so regular for loving these guys?

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.

Agita pansexul

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

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.

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.

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!

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

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.

Worst.Interview.Ever.

Sophia Petrillo (cheesecake in hand-never eating it though...{don't you hate when they do that on tv?}): Picture it. 2009. A damp, misty September noontime in Manhattan with Floridian humidity. Kinda chunky guy gets off the Staten Island Ferry at 11:30 to get to his interview @ 12 noon. All seems good. With the possible exceptions of the self-loathing, the lack of cool clothes, etc. He's got money on his Metro Card and the subway is right downstairs. Ha! This is a Bravo docu-reality show. We have to set him up for some type of embarrassment, right? It seems that while NYC is topping out at what seems an extra million people due to ALL THE FRIGGIN Tourists(!), the MTA thinks it's a good idea to work on all the lines of the lower Manhattan subway line. And I use the word workin' on loosely. So this kind of awkward man who is already perspiring is forced to use his instincts that he had as a messenger in this same area more than 25 years ago and find another line to take him to West 23rd. Buses are out of the question. No shameal New Yorker takes a bus unless you are just starting to read 'War and Peace' and hope to finish it when you get to your location. With a plan set in motion he heads to another line. 10 minutes until he has to interview. He gets off @ 14th and Lex and hopes, HOPES to hoof it 9 blocks over and 6 long ones down. What did he not remember? Newly shaved heads and lotion, along with a long sleeve black linen shirt, boots (for height) and like 15 blocks to go in 9 minutes.
This guy hates to run. Use to cross the track in gym and all when the class had to do laps. Would never make it 2 minutes in a soccer game.
Passing the Chelsea Hotel he stops to gather his breath as he nears his destination. He enters and as the construction workers are putting their finishing touches on the place. Shakes hands with both Karen and Mike, owners and GM, and just then it starts.
The Fountain Of Trevi spews less H2O. In rivulets, down his head. Discovery Channel will make a show out of this. Ayn Rand rolls over in the grave. "The real Fountainhead".
It just didn't stop. They were horrified. The mortification also took hold of our Jenny Craig candidate. He stumbled on questions and answers even though he read every food blog about this place, and really did his homework on this company. The shirtsleeves were now dripping as well since he was using them to wipe his once stubble free dome, now turned into some oddly constructed water park ride. Defeated, our protagonist walks around searching for an open subway heading downtown.

Walking, Walking, Walking...

This was an old Ellen DeGenneres stand up routine. Before she became homogenized by going mainstream. It's funny because dyke's figure into this post later on. Oh, was I being derogatory towards dyke's? Lesbians is the correct term? So, these 2 carpet munchers were on the train.
Me and the Mrs. got into another fight. Oh, don't worry, I have not gotten married. But still I live in hell. I'm talking about Mrs. Miceli, as in Pliny the Elder. Hint...she pushed me out on consecutive times in 1963, 1981, 1986, 1991, and now. Oy. To be at the hands (and muttered expletives) of others.
Josie was getting ready this a.m. I decided I would take a ride with her since her office is near the library that opens @ 8a.m. No biggie right? I'm ready, she's ready...long story short I took the train.
Okay, non Staten Islanders...the train runs for the whole 22 miles of this mis-begotten, time warped place. You get on (no payment) and you ride to your destination. You only pay at the last stop which is the landing for the Staten Island Ferry (which is free as well). The stop before the ferry is about a 12 minute walk (7 if you walk like me). In the morning the ferry runs every 15 minutes to Lower Manhattan. It's kinda funny to see all the cheap skates who get off in Tompkinsville (stop before the Ferry) and walk to the free (for all) ferry. WTF!
They get off @ this stop and walk like those fervent power walkers you hope to never befriend. They are manic. Cheap Fucks.
Every time I witness this, there is always a lesbian or three. I mean, I haven't checked their cards or anything, but judging by the appalling couture (ha!), I'm betting the farm on this one.
My cheap lesbian encounters took place in Los Angeles when I worked @ un-named (probably named in other posts) nite-spot. We had either Michelle Shocked, Jill Sobule or Michelle Noga-I forget about you. They flooded the place. They all wanted reservations. To sit @ a table, you had to pay at least 10 clams for food. No biggie right?
Why are they all vegetarians? Is Monsanto now making a vegetarian carpet. (man, I kill myself).
These pit bulls would fight tooth and nail over that frigging 10 bucks, and usually they were like producers or some other gay mafia industry thing. Ugh. They were so cheap. I think they made their own stereo-type.
Your saying, Mick...your faggy?...Yes. And guess what. Some of my best friends are lesbians. My new bumper sticker BTW on sale at the gift shop down the hall. Joyce is my love supreme and she is far from cheap. Just like my friend Patrick Lee who is a good driver. But, c'mon. We could not be the human race without our faux pas and secret assumptions. Love to all

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Matthew McConaughey Commercial

Oh man, were you saturated with that stupid commercial during the holidays? The one for the cologne? Is this the most unbelievably ego maniacal ad in the world. It's like he has to take a crap so bad, that he is walking with his cheeks clenched, so slow. And then he plops on the couch like a model posing for a Rubens painting. Ughhh. I mean why does this commercial bother me so much. I'm not jealous, not by a long shot. I just abhor people who are so consumed with themselves.

This is my Exercise

Hey 3 readers and building. i will be writing every day I can get to the computer at the library, until I get one. Which is sad and I will share that story with you soon.
I can not wait to talk about the Golden Globes, Robert Muwgave and a lot of other shite.
Love and Kisses

Movie Recommendations

"He died with a falafel in his hand" -from Austrailia. With Noah Taylor (who was 'Shine' the younger)

"Ira & Abby" -second feature by Jennifer Westfeld (Don Drapers real life girlfriend) and also featuring the GREAT Chris Messina from '6 Feet Under'-(Clair's final boyfriend-the yuppy)

I'll keep updating this.

My Paul Newman Encounter

Ya know, about a year ago I was thinking about people who are sorts of legends, who happened to be alive @ that time. I was trying to think of people from all walks of life, ya know, every occupation and claim to fame. When I tried to think of Celebrities, I could only think of two or so, and one of them was Paul Newman. And then I thought how, yeah, maybe he was a movie star and all... and that was his launching pad, his day job so to speak, but this guy is so much more, due to his creation of the Hole in the Wall organization. I was listening to BBC the night he died and the Emails from people all over the world speaking about what he did for their children, sending them to spend a week in an Irish castle with other ill children and so many more examples.
In 1989 as I was working at the Russian Tea Room, the owner decided to use the less oft used second floor and create a Cabaret space. We had great acts, not that i was familiar with any of them at the time, but the small room was capacity for each of the two shows they performed. It was a great gig for us waiters because it was, get em' in, get em' out, make a lot of cash.
Anyway, one Sunday we were to have one of Paul & Joann's daughters playing. I honestly can not remember which one she was, anyhow. They had reserved a table in the front, a banquette seating 11 or so people. I was their waiter. I was never an ass kisser with celebs and this time was no different. Paul and JoAnn had to work the room but I kept him happy with some beers and I would always catch his eye (how could you not-those eyes) as he was across the room making nice for the benefit of his daughter. I watched as she performed and the look on both of her parents faces was of beaming pride. I was jealous of her (I think it was Melissa). He looked filled with pride. When the room was clearing out he told me he was not going anywhere and do not bring the bill to anyone but him. I think the total was like 600 bucks or so and he left me like 1/2 of that as a tip. A very cool and classy guy.
I still have the credit card copy of the tip and the autograph. Once I get my own PC and I can upload a pix (I can't on the library PC), I will update this.
I watched Letterman's tribute to Paul Newman last night and involuntarily, tears rolled down my face, as did the other night while listening to BBC World.
This is what a legend is.

Hatred=Teenagers

Let alone that i had to stand next to this LOSER on the train, this dickbag, who , God help me, rapped the next 12 stops, I wanted to strangle him with my calloused hands
Next Day: Notre Dame Acadamy. This is a school for girls.
This one girl, was, absolutely the most annoying fat shit I have ever been in tune with. She was laughing like she was acting out the part for, cripes, I don't know what or which. I fucking hate this fat, pre-pube-cellulite amassing tundra.
HATE!!!
She was banging this thing from the container store and I wanted to strangle her.
Simmer down now.
Fuck. I hated her.

Twats

Ya know, you little dickheads...People like me and Bart and the Porno guys were the first bloggers...Just so you know.

Haiti or Hell

Maybe the Devil worship is not working out for ya Haiti. Every single island in the Carb. prospers. Did ja ever think?

Biden

What do you think... I hope to God that Obama chooses Joe Biden for his running mate. You can read about my love for Biden on previous posts boosting him to presidency. And you know, no one was talking about Joe, except people in the know. On "Charlie Rose" and such he proved his points. Even Joy Behar was an advocate for Biden saying that he was lost in the crowd, yet the most competent.

The Blogger Commentator You Would Like to Be

It's hard being a commentator on a blog. I mean you have to work up all this agita and vitrol and then you sit there at your desk or more likely on the floor with the dog your supposed to be walking licking your face, and as you tuck in your over extended bra strap to your 3 dollar 90%off sale from JC Pennies tee by Arizona, you need to sound off about Michael Phelps. "He's not that cute", you write, intermittingly taking collect calls from the Iowa jail where some guy who finger fucked you in 8th grade is staying and your about to get married soon. And while your at it, why don't you sign on to TMZ or Perez, because maybe if you write something witty (maybe being the operative word) someone will cede and answer your comment and make an even wittier one, wherein you (searching past 'Garfield' strips and your vast knowledge of all things 'Friends') tries to 'get back attcha', so you both could be rotfflol .

Joe Lieberman is an old shriveled dick

When he lost in Conn. as a republican, this sore loser/ loser turned indy. Yeah, I guess if he could have joined a party called 'Not Dem' he would have as well. I think the Conn. people just said 'fuck it' or else none of the ones who did not pick him the first time, did'nt bother to vote or he won with one of those Nadar situations (taking the votes away from Gore).
His voice can put anyone to sleep.

He thinks by pandering to McCain he is going to be a vice president candidate. Maybe thinks McCain, I could get those Jewish Obama voters? At least win Conn.
Are you kidding me? Lieberman addresses Obama voters as 'young folks'. Is this guy for real? Is he as out of it more then Reagan's second term/ year 3? This country is so fucked! Fucked!
Edwards talking shit about Bill Clinton's infidelities while he is screwing some aged ho, with that Brylcream hairdo that makes what women swoon? Whom? I have never met a woman who thought he was sexy? You know what type of woman thinks John Edwards is sexy? The six women who read Playgirl and thought the guys were straight.


Sorry it to me so long to get back on this thing, but look at one of my first posts, i was what some might consider an early blogger.

"Fetus" sung by Celine Dion

Well you nasty papparazzo and such (hah)...We never made a baby. Maybe it's me and maybe it's her.
I'm like completely defensive here.
We really only did it 'sort of' correctly 2 X.
Joyce is a stupid luni-toon.
The fucking house is at 68 degrees- constant. I'm sure all my spunk got fucking frost bite.

Then, we did not know what we were doing.

I had a MAJOR fight with Miss Joyce at the end of this deal and she was so pissed. She was like, berating my sperm...Saying they were 'Drunk and Lazy'.

We did not talk for the last 3 months, mind you. (P.S. She never paid me for that last month)

Whatever...
We talk now. They are adopting some trpod from Russia.

I love you all, and I hope you all come home.

Much Love,
Mick

Fuck heads

Listen, ever since Ellen became famous, I dumped her (Not really...I just took a side step, but that dancing and smiling thing took me for a loop). So, she went to work while the writers strike was in progress. But, it's not like I do not feel for her. She was the first to do her show sans writers. Now, after all the belly-aching from these M&M munching frat geeks comes a new proposal that may see Letterman on the air very soon. Cool.
BTW: Nightline has gotten it's best figures yet.

can you get that spinach off your tooth

Do you know why I am so neglected. First offf, I do not give good headlines. I mean I could be like "Lindsey" X 6...I have no care for her.
What? To get more readers lambasting me?
Screw it.

My Love List


Jennifer Connelly
Holly Hunter
Gywennie
Laura Dern (I must be drunk)
This black chick who was on "The Shield" Season 3-(Trish-4 episodes, I think) I freaking love her
Kate Winslett (I just saw "Little Children")

This Is The Deal

From the calculations I have heard...There is a blog every 30 seconds. I can not keep up with that. I'm scared of failing. My 7 return customers, ya know.
I love you all. And if I can tell Bart... that he is as gorgeous as he writes. I've been in Fla. with no laptap for 4 months.
I love all you guys
ENORMOUSLY

Um, How can I put this

I"M BACK BITCHES

Ding...Ding...ROUND THREE

Well, she's definately ovulating this time. The kit says so. So we did the method commonly referred to as the turkey baster method this morning. This sometimes ensures it will be a girl. I went running/jogging/walking/crawling afterwards so I can get my endorphins pumping for part two this afternoon.
Sloan has the greatest girls name picked out.
Mikaha pronounced Mick-kye-ya
And whats cool about this name is that it incorporates the Mickey part...
This was not intentional.

The 3rd time is the charm

I'm headed down to Florida again next week for the monthly offering.
Gosh...Miss Sloan wants a bambino so bad. She is already registered to the fact that it won't happen. Cripes. She's 34! How many drunk ass 34 year olds are going to go out tonight, have a few Cosmo's (or Mojito's) , get laid and find out they are preggers in a month!!!!
Dam it!!



I was going to make this a lot longer, but this suit and tie guy next to me is using everything in his power to itch every centimeter of his body, and I think he has crabs and I do not wan't to get them. Yeah, they jump.
Later.
Love and kisses,
Mickey

Creepy

I've been waiting for this movie via the library waiting list for a bit. Like a month. Yesterday it arrived with Jarmusch's "Coffee and Cigerettes". The movie is "Mysterious Skin" by Greg Araki and starring that kid from "3rd rock from the sun." This movie creeped me out big time within the first 17 minutes. I have to keep on watching. Kinda like a disaster.
It's not your usuall kid gets raped by Pedophile fare, where it is creepy but watchable. This one really sets the mood correctly. Meaning, Creep-orama

Rail Roaded

I heard a train in the distance @ 11:30 pm this past Sunday. The subways are few and far between as it is already on the weekends, forget about the fact that I would have to wait about another 40 minutes and then miss two ferries in the interim. So, I had prepared myself with my money and my metro card which kookily enough had 45 cents on it. A Metrocard is a plastic card which serves in place of tokens these days in New York City. It also gives you the liberty of swiping it after a subway ride for a transfer on another MTA mode of transport. I had the exact change for the remainder of my card, $1.55, and the train in the distance. I inserted my card in, hit refill, hit $2.00 cash, inserted the cash and change...train getting closer...Heart pounding...Transaction completed, no receipt thank you. I swipe my card and it says "Insufficient Funds" or something we never like to see. I did not get a receipt. Train getting closer. I see the MTA lady in the booth talking to some tourist and explaining so nastily the trains to take. I'm next. She actually made believe I was invisible and went back to her circle a word game. Train about to pull in any second.
"Miss, I just put two dollars in the machine..."
"Use the gate" she barks as she points to the entry for people with suitcases and strollers.
"No, but, I need the transfer"
"Use The Gate" she points harder to the crusted black peeling jail bars.
"I know where the gate is, I need the transfer for when I get off the ferry"
Just then the train was pulling in.
"Do you wanna miss your train or what" she stated in such a way as if she was asking me if I wanted the curtain or the box, and one of them has a booby prize.
I took the curtain, I mean the train. I stressed the whole way over on the ferry because I did not have my ATM card and I did not feel like getting arrested for jumping the turnstiles. Stress...Creating Lies in my head...all because I paid the money and got nothing in return. I ended up getting off the ferry and asking the train conductor in Staten Island if he could give me a break, and before I could get the rest of my contrived 'story' out he waved me through. I thanked him profusely and headed home.

Saved

There is a scene in "Saved" a cool movie wherein these two teenager lovers were underwater and having a conversation. He says" I'm blurb bubble bubble gay" and it's really funny. I used to do the same thing with my brothers in our pool. I was thinking of this last night when I took a 1 am dip in the pool @ my condo. We also used to have tea parties underwater.

Sad Reputation

I was watching Saturday Night Live last week and the musical guest was Avril Levine (Canadian) and I swear to you, after singing this first song about '...being your girlfriend..' or some such nonsense, I thought I would fling the remote and I felt as though my ears were bleeding. But, then her 2nd ditty came on and it was absolutely the worst song I have heard in ages. I really felt sorry for her band mates, or whoever is feigning interest in her music for the sake of scoring some money on her tour. These guys looked kind of cool, but the overacting to her abysmal singing and non sensical lyrics that were so freaking contrived made me think that after this tour they should be plagued with either one of those ditties sticking in their heads' for like a year.

Judge and Jury and Judy

I've been laid up the last couple of days and I guess I've tested the 5 channels of televisions daytime options. There seems to be a lot of new Judge shows on. I like this one named "Judge Maria Lopez" and this other guy "Judge Alex". <--- that last one sounds so funny, kind of like 'Eric the Clown' on Seinfeld. Anyway, I've noticed that a lot of the plaintiffs and defendants have one, two or most of the following characteristics that do not necessarily affect their cases.

• Substance Abuser they looked toasted on screen often
• Trans Gendered or Trans Sexual a lot of times someones witness is this
• Mid Western (natch)
• Gay male who is married
• Fat...actually really fat and dressing a little too skimpy (reminder:the camera adds 10 lbs)
• All Dog fights involve pit bulls
• Look WAY older than it states they are
• None of the boyfriends of either suers/sued ever works

Please add your own.

You Can Not Deny It

I'm never prompted to fully out and out comment to myself out loud whilst watching television on someone's absolute beauty. But, God Almighty, did anyone see Catherine Zeta Jones on Letterman last night? Holy Cripes, she is just flawless. Absolutely flawless.
This is the kind of person you never want to meet in person because; a) she may make you lose any sense of decorum or speech and b) she may be this 'ugly' person and supercede all of that beauty.

The Swimmers

I'm back in Florida for another round of insemination. I arrived on friday night @ around 11:30 pm. Joyce picked me up from the Lauderdale airport and then we shot over to the B&N to buy the new Harry Potter for someone where they were selling the book @ midnight. What a bunch of kooks. I know that some of the Potter crew were adults, but I never realized they made up the majority. Dressed up in capes and stuff. I'm not going to knock them. Every salt shaker deserves a pepper shaker, right? So, by the time we got to her house, Sloan was sleeping. I tried to get to work (wanking) and, I don't know if it was the long day or what, but I could not, er...um...produce. I went out to have a cigarette, and Joyce was waiting at the kitchen table. She thought I (finally) had the stuff. I told her about my nether regions having jet lag, and she said not to worry. But i did. I told her I was having a smoke. I sat outside and listened to the never ending random fireworks that are constantly exploding and when i came back in, I said to her; "i just thought of a good scenario. I'll be out in a couple of minutes."
I looked back over to her to see if she heard me, and she was doubled over laughing uncontrollably. I didn't mean it as a joke, but it was kinda of funny. Now when we do it, she asks me if I have any good scenario's.

Musings (Cripes!)

I can not even begin to tell you the dismay in my heart regarding my profession. (Chef...at good times), line cook (sous chef-whatever you want to call it) at other times. Right now, thanks to the proliferation of immigrants in the country, my job is paying a HEFTY, $10.00 an hour on average. I am High Balling here. "Zoe" managers, "Blue Fin" or "Blue Grill" (whatever the frig your name is) people as well. Check out Craigs List. They have the balls to proclaim the 10 bucks like we are breaking their doors down.
Long story short. In 1996, I was working @ this place called 'Lemon' (yeah, it was). I started out as a line cook. Pasta station. Easy as pie. Chanterelles were sauteing as 'vodka' sauce was simmering (p.s. no one uses vodka in their vodka sauce). $17 clams an hour. I sweat ed my peepee head off, but the paycheck was cool. We are now, 11 years later. And the best I could get is $11 on the books.
If your asking where industries are being affected by this problem, by 'Joe Schmoe' (no hint to his/her skin tone or their countries parallel on a map.)
I was to start this job two days ago and then yesterday and then today and I have been dicked around in each instance. And the funny thing is that I think this job is really shakey and they think I'm a dork. Listen. I'm the last person to 'je accuse'. I feel like Dudley Moore in "Arthur" when I say it is a 'hookah' bar.
Fuck. You have to laugh with me. Only me, right.

May cause lethargy and or incontinance

I have a brother who is probably one of the most difficult persons in the world to get along with. I just left my mothers house where he is living for the time being, after blowing his whole net worth on gambling, and as usual it ended in me storming out of the house because I refuse to scream and yell at someone who's main goal is to get you into that state.
I left there thinking, as I always do when I'm in his company, "God, I wish I can make this person happy."
When I was young, like 12 years old, I remember saying something to him which was kinda profound for my age. I told him that if he was in my class (12 boys/13 girls), I probably would not ever speak to him. Which was the case with 2 of the boys that I went K-8th grade with. He is just a sad, miserable person that I hope can have a day of pure happiness in his life instead of the many condemnations he passes along either vocally or silently in that narrow minded head of his.

Too Much Info

Here are some bullet points of my life and travels as of late.

I stayed in Florida for a month. The woman I'm to get preggers got her period. I thought for sure it was going to take. But, I now see the mistakes we made, although the have studied up on how to do this pretty well.

There is a perception that lesbians are cheap or that they always complain about their lack of money, which I concur.

US Air FUCKING SUCKS. I had a lay over in Charlotte that turned into 26 hours with no vouchers for food or hotel. They claim everything is an act of God. What God do they believe in? At one point they were telling us that our crew had not shown up yet. Is that an act of God? Because Susie Lou was out partying last night? Assholes.

I took a complete 180 in my life going down to Fla. It was too chaotic for me. I've come to believe that I am going to die a hermit. Although I befriended a lot of people, I need to see people on my time, not all the time. I require space and some down time. Sounds selfish and priggish, I don't know.

I saw someone with a bluetooth on. It struck me that about 9 months ago every turd was wearing these things. Bluetooth=Pet Rock.

Kind of Humiliating

Hey Everyone.
Here are a few more details regarding my sperm-donorage.
I arrived 2 tuesdays ago. Great flight on Jet Blue @ 6:30 am.
Here's a hint. Fly on a tuesday. The flights are always empty. I had 3 rows. Michael Musto from the Voice was on my flight. He recognized me from the halcyon days. (late 80's)

I flew into West Palm Beach and Joyce and Sloan picked me up and swooshed me to a doctor to get blood tests.
I was freaking because one of the tests in the "Lesbian's Handbook for Giving Birth" asked for a liver test or something to that effect. I'm guessing for hep. Miss Joyce knows I have been a raging alchie for years...and I was just worried.

Donna assuaged my fears the night before by stating the obvious. Trailer Trash. They are always plastered and the are always popping kids out like clockwork.

I've been good lately.

The tests came back (via a friend of Joyce and Sloan's), and they were all good. I started um, doing my thing. Sloan took an ovulation test and she was positive while she was at the firehouse. Joyce drove me there and wanted me to whack it in a Mobile Mart. I didn't.
We will find out in 2 weeks if this worked. It was so weird. I would do it (solo) and then put it up in a syringe.
I was like; in front of their door. "Orders Up."

Joyce has no problems with this stuff. It's kind of like being a nurse. She has seen all and done all.

The ONLY way to see Indie flicks in Florida

So, I'm here in Florida, doing my duty as the heir to a lesbian couple's baby daddy. One of which is my best friend. I've been bored out of my skull, I'm reading books at a rate of 1 every 2 days. Discount movie theaters are all over the place but they are all playing the same 4 films, those of which I am not into.

How fortunate was I to stumble upon the Public Library of Boynton Beach; the parenthetical name being "Indie movie HAVEN."

As some of you may know, I had some "away time" from 'theatrical release time' in NYC for a while (yes, that's what I call it). So, I missed some great stuff.

Below please find 6 of the 10 (limit you can check out from the library) I viewed in the last three days and my Imploring wish that you view @ least the Top 3 (which are actually on the bottom of the list).

~6. The Great New Wonderful great cast (Maggie Gyllenhaal, Edie Falco, Jim Gaffigan)
I really enjoyed this a lot, but it just seemed to be missing
something, let me know if you checked it out because I
can not put my finger on it.

5. Kiss The Bride good cast of a lot of people who are talented that I have
never seen before. It was kind of predictable, but I
admire the chutzpah of the writer/director/actress/
producer and singer of this film.

*4. The Weatherman Another great (but too small of a roll for) Hope
Davis. I don't dislike Nic Cage, it's just that I've
only seen his non-blow this shit up movies, which
from his great performance in this, are too few.
I enjoyed this a lot.

*3. Quinceanera Absolutely Fantastic. The 3 main characters (Carlos,
Magdalena and Tio Tomas) were so great. I did not
scoff at minute portions that seemed a little contrived.
Please RENT this.

*2. Thumbsucker Absolutely Brilliant. A brilliant cast ( V.D'Onofrio, Keanu,
Tilda Swinton) and the best performance of anyone I've
seen in a long time (teen or otherwise): Lou Pucci. This
movie brought out every single emotion I contain, and
I thoroughly enjoyed them all emitting. YOU MUST SEE
THIS.

*1. The Motel What can I say. It's number one here, so any adjectives
that were written above can not super cede what I think of
this film. When I read the back and saw that it was 76 min-
utes, I had thought that maybe it was like, a 'short film',per
se.
About 5 minutes into it, I never wanted it to end, and I did
not want the clock on my cable box to distract me, knowing
the film was ending soon. All I can say is that if I had any
thing to do with making movies, I would put the actor who
plays Sam (Sung Kang) in everything I was involved in.
This is about adolescence, being ignored, being unapp-
reciated, being in love, being silent, being sad, having
bursts of euphoria and directness. This movie has def-
innately edged it's way into my all time Top 10. Please,
I implore you to rent it.

codes * cried ~ almost cried

Knocked Up

Well my dear friends.
I'm going to be a dad.
Somewhat.
It's kind of convoluted and it goes from the ridiculous to the sublime.
I think this is finally going to be the thing that changes my life.
I'm (for lack of better imagery) saving my stuff.
The ovulation period is about 10-15 days after Aunt Flo visits.
Sloan is riding the cotton pony now(heh...so grammar school, I know).
With Russian adoptions out and basically every Chinese girl adopted by Upper West Side barren moms and gay yuppies, Joyce and Sloan looked to the sperm bank.
Then Joyce kind of felt unsure. I was like, why don't you ask one of the hottie firefighters Sloan works with. She said she did not want some loony tune coming after the kid in 15 years, i agreed. She's like..."What about you?"
I'm like: "I told you I would do it"
"What happened?" she replied.
"You told me I would be too hurt"
"Screw that" she replied.

Fast Forward.
We are on babies names.
Everyone thinks it's going to be a boy (because I have 4 brothers) but I am putting all the eggs in the girl basket.
If you notice. Guys with a gayish tendency seem to produce girls.
Maybe this is my scientific research.
I like (love) Isabella, Grace and Edith.
Boys...Xavier, Jeremy and Shane Michael.
Can't wait to hear from you.
Love,
Mick

The 'Yoots' of today

Gosh. I sound like such an old asshole. But I have to say it. I hate teens today. Maybe it is the teens in the burbs like Staten Island where I'm living now.
I use to think I was a big cursor.
I would completely review every sentence before I spoke in front of my niece, like a smoker inhaling a stogie before he gets to his non-smoking in laws.
I am not a cursor anymore than a person who eats chicken considers themselves a vegetarian. You have to take the train with these kids. The lot of them going to school and stuff. It sounds like a verbal pissing contest as to who could say fuck the most in a sentence as with the word like. They stand in front of the doors, they step on your foot with out saying excuse me, they litter the streets worse than the free dailies. They are all over each other with no regard to disease. (Okay...stop right there Mick! you yourself where a bit of putana? No? ...Yes, dear reader, I was a semi whore (19 ish) but the only thing spreading those days were rumors of who was gay. Me.)
These two girls with re-fried blonde hair and the black underneath (which usually works for me), who were so in need of the Jessica Simpson/Vanessa Williams 'proactive' infomercials were rubbing this 6 foot guy friend of theirs. they were so eager. "Do you have hair on your nipples yet?" "I have a mole on my tit, wanna see."
And you guys, these kids were just coming from the middle school across the street.
Okay, maybe these were just some hyperactive sexually charged teens. I'm gonna say nay on that. It's all around. "MOTHERS!!! Hide your daughters."

I missed you all. I've had maybe 9 jobs since.

BIDEN 08

Maybe you watched the debates and we can agree on something. Obama may have a few things going for him, but thinking quick on his feet is not one of them. Someone used the adjective 'gauzy' to describe him, and I kind of like that.
At the time of Bush's first term, I kept on seeing Joe Biden showing up on "Charlie Rose." I found him to be quite smart and sort of likable (if ANY politician besides Rob Lowe's character on 'Brother's and Sister's' could be). It seems that he knew a lot about the Mideast and it's division amongst it's own frigging citizens, and I (call me malleable) became a fan.
I wish he did not make that faux pas about Barack earlier on, because he kind of marred his chances to be heard by the people who had never heard of him.
I think Biden certainly held his own in the debates, and I feel he is the only chance for having a non-Hillary face off with the Repubs.

Whatever happened to...

Holly Hunter?

Linda Fiorentino?

Jennifer Jason Leigh

Lauren Ambrose and Tammy Blanchard? (so damn up and coming it's stalled)

It's not like I'm wondering where the first Marilyn Munster is or anything. These actresses basically rule and command the screen. I know I can go to IMDB and see what's up. Checking out some of the straight to video release DVD's (I'm assuming) @ the library and come across movies I have never heard of, { "Prime" w/ Meryl Streep and Uma Thurman anyone?} (BTW-it sucked so bad and had some many inconsistencies) I never see any of these actresses. I wish I could create this major sweeping drama that could employ about 15 or so of some of my favorite actresses who have fallen by Hollywood's wayside.

Cock Blocking

My version of 'cockblocking' does not involve some some smarmy stud moving in on my future prospect for the night. It seems this phrase rings through my head every travelling moment of my day. I'll be walking on the ferry and (as I walk at a fast pace) and out of nowhere some slow moving vehicle; represented here by some of the following will come out of nowhere and throw a wrench into my pace:

An old battalack (sp) wandering aimlessly in a pre WWI halcyon daze.

Some lazy ass who is too out of shape to carry a backpack that they have to wheel it. Dragging it along like a new puppy on a leash, as they munch on their bearclaw.

Someone on their cell phone. This person will usually stop dead in their tracks to continue the inane conversation they are having. Also, usually involves them smoothing over a relationship they just ruined; asking the electric company to continue their service, or just making theatrics as if they are auditioning for a commercial, meanwhile they are listening to their voicemails.

If this happens once, it happens a hundred times through my day. On the street. In a store; where I always seem to be shopping on whirling dervish day.
I propose fast lanes and slow lanes on the sidewalk. We would also have to post Amber alert like messages in every tunnel and bridge (and Luftansia) explaining to the B&T sect that you can not walk in groups of fives down the street thinking your Carrie and the girls from 'Sex and the City.'

Was it Cher who had the song "Bang, bang" ?

Gosh...It frigging sucks in Virginia.
Give a kid a book and he will live in a world of mystery and hope. Give a kid a gun...

I saw whom formerly has been called my best friend, this weekend. I say that because it was either me or her that was a 'raggatto' <--- rage face (head) (Italian). I think what happens is this. I am so excited to see someone, anyone... that I can hold a pertinent sentence with; that I get all excited. Yeah, like a dog when his master comes home. So, these people (whom I love) take me for this 'waste product'? maybe or this needy a-hole.
Some days I speak maybe 5 words. "That's for the News" As I'm buying my paper. That's it. So excuse me if I get a little excited being around people.
Joyce is being told she is loved and is beautiful 15 times a day...Me= zero.
The greatest thing Joyce said to me was, "You are the smartest frigging bastard that I have ever known and you make the salary of the 'jamba juice' guy. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
She bought me a DVD player to replace my VHS (which I love) and I'm conscience of the feeling of love

Movies you probably saw when they came out, unlike me

Junebug This movie was fantastic. Amy Adams was brilliant. Yeah, I cried like a wuss.

"your a Rock Star, but we are going a different way"

The public at large are a bunch of dicks. They take a phrase and use, abuse and over kill it to death. Obama is a rock star. Some 14 year old kid from Somalia who wrote a book about being in the gangs that slaughtered 1000's of people is a rock star. What the fuck does that mean? To some of these people Bon Jovi and Sting are rock stars. These fools have completely taken the term and mis -used it more than the word 'behoove.' When people ask me my tastes in music, rock doesn't even enter the vernacular...Why are these two cited not being called 'rap stars?' I mean for all intents and purposes, rap far out sells 'rock' according to the charts, and they are both black. But, being a 'rap star' has too many negative connotations. Pimp, playa, 4o's, guns, ho's with nappy hair (ha)...
Recently, I recieved not one but three messages from perspective employers saying that they do not want me for a job. All three said; 'we are going a different way'. What the fuck does that mean? Are you hiring a robot? Are you turning your restaurant into a museum? Just freaking say, 'thanks, but no thanks' or "we really enjoyed meeting you blabbity blah blah..."