Grand Unification Theory

Thoughts and Ramblings in this Twenty-First Century Broken World

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Vegas or Bust...

Just the title of this entry cracks me up. So many different ways to take it {sic!!!}.

I head off to Vegas TOMORROW with my friend Lynne.

So dear reader {sic!} you may not hear from me for a few days (unless I find a nice internet cafe to post from).

Here is a very cool site I found that shows birds eyes views of Vegas.

See if you can find the Imperial Palace (our home away from home and work place of DeeDee the cutest (yes I even think she's cute) Craps dealer you will ever see).

Lynne and I also going to see An Evening at La Cage... how gay! LOL

Friday, February 17, 2006

BBM Grocery List


Wish I had written this but alas, it’s an e-mail find:

Brokeback Mountain Weekly Grocery Listsfor Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist, Summer, 1963

WEEK ONE
* Beans
* Bacon
* Coffee
* Whiskey

WEEK TWO
* Beans
* Ham
* Coffee
* Whiskey

WEEK THREE
* Beans al fresca
* Thin-sliced Bacon
* Hazelnut Coffee
* Sky vodka & Tanqueray gin
* K-Y gel

WEEK FOUR
* Beans en salade
* Pancetta*
Coffee (espresso grind)
* 5-6 bottles best Chardonnay
* 2 tubes K-Y gel

WEEK FIVE
* Fresh Fava beans
* Jasmine rice
* Prosciutto, approx. 8 ounces, thinly sliced
* Medallions of veal
* Porcini mushrooms
* 1/2 pint of heavy whipping cream
* 1 Cub Scout uniform, size 42 long
* 5-6 bottles French Bordeaux (Estate Reserve)
* 1 extra large bottle Astro-glide

WEEK SIX
* Yukon Gold potatoes
* Heavy whipping cream
* Asparagus (very thin)
* Organic Eggs
* Spanish Lemons
* Gruyere cheese (well aged)
* Crushed Walnuts
* Arugula
* Clarified Butter
* Extra Virgin Olive oil
* Pure Balsamic vinegar
* 6 yards white silk organdy
* 6 yards pale ivory taffeta
* 3 Cases of Dom Perignon Masters Reserve
* Large tin Crisco

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

It's a cartoon after all....

From AOL.com:

The cartoons were first published by a Danish newspaper in September, then reprinted by a Norwegian newspaper last month, setting off violent protests against the two countries across the Muslim world. The cartoons have subsequently been reprinted in other media, mostly in Europe.
The protest in the northwestern Pakistani city of Peshawar was the largest to date in that Muslim country against the prophet drawings. There were no reports of violence.

Chief Minister Akram Durrani, the province's top elected official who led the rally, demanded the cartoonists "be punished like a terrorist."

"Islam is a religion of peace. It insists that all other religions and faiths should be respected," he told the crowd. "Nobody has the right to insult Islam and hurt the feelings of Muslims."

A religion of peace? 11 dead aleady over a cartoon. I don’t think Snoopy would approve.

And people wonder why I’m not religious. Nuff said!!

Monday, February 06, 2006

A Poem for You til I Finish my Mull...




Photo courtesy of J Brunsetter @ aol.com.

As I read other friend’s blogs today, it got me thinking about the world and why we allow it to be the way it is. I am still mulling over some ides for a future blog write, so to give you something to read today here is a poem from my college Honor’s Project Highway and Hindsight


Amish Mystery

Night coming on fast,
in the Ohio February way,
winter rain, beating
to get in the car,
slaps the windshield
as loudly as the wipers.
Once more I was driving
north on 661. Reflecting off
the damp air, my headlights
illuminate little,
except the reflective triangle
on the Amish buggy up ahead.
Homer, the sign reads in green.
I slow to the next sign's forty-five,
turn my head to see why the buggy
is stopped, strain to see, perhaps
sickness, the rain too hard for horses?
As the father waits under the buggy's
canopy, a girl, his daughter, stands feeding
coins into a red and white Coke machine.


A good example of my stilted line I talked about in yesterday’s post.

And of course here’s the poser (an Jim P called him) Jake Jyllenhall waiting for me in the door of my bedroom….



Sunday, February 05, 2006

Winter Sunday...

The last few times I sat down to write for this blog, the entry ended up somewhere far off the mark I had set for it. This has always seemed to happen to me when I would write. This is the soul reason I think I became somewhat of a poet in my younger days.

I could set off for one point of a journey yet end up someplace quite different and that was excellent for the muse. My somewhat stilted writing style could also shine on the page, as I would write the complex lines of my poems.

The weather turned blustery again last night, as did my mood. Without going into some detail let’s just say that there is a reason I don’t drink and I think some others of my extended family should jump on that wagon.

I woke up this morning with a slight sore throat and it has been chilly the whole day. It’s on days such as this that I (yes the eternal single man and happy with it) wish there was someone who would baby me and make me soup, make sure I am warm and just be there.

But then I regain my senses and realize that I am happy alone and have enough friends and family to turn too when the time comes. And I think ahead two weeks to the Vegas Trip Lynne and I are taking and I make it though another slight melancholy moment.

And now for something completely different (and gay of course):

A few days ago I wrote about the Gay Pimp, Jonny McGovern. Here is a link to another song his called Soccer Practice.

A little more "family" friendly but funny as hell I think.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Making Yourself Happy...





When all the world is dark, where do you turn for a slight brightening of your small slice of reality? I turn to what some may consider mundane and maybe even a bit evil. I turn the television and on-line poker.

No matter how bad of a day I’ve had, watching TV always seems to make it better. At first I would say it’s the easiness of watching TV that draws me there when I need entertainment. I did grow up with that square box babysitter after all. But I take another slant on the worldly view of TV as evil and mindless. For me it stimulates my mind as I see all the different things that I may never have seen if it weren’t for that invention of Mr. John Logie Baird (what did we do before the internet?).

I do enjoy a drama or comedy but most of my time is spent watching nature, home fix-up, gardening and history shows.

One of my current favs is Mythbusters. For years my friend Lynne and I have been the guardians of truth as people send us urban legend after urban legend in e-mail or in story form from our friends, family and co-workers.

Snopes.com defines Urban Legend like this:

"Myth vs. Legend

Though these two terms are often used interchangeably, they have separate and specific meanings to folklorists. Both myths and legends are stories with casts of characters and plotlines followed to their conclusions, yet their core elements are different. Myths are tales about the acts of godlike or supernatural beings and/or magical animals which serve to explain the creation of the world or how certain elements of our world came to be (e.g., how the raccoon got its mask) and take place in the far reaches of time (often expressed as "In the days when the world was new"). By contrast, legends are accounts of purported incidents involving ordinary people in more recent times. Although both types of stories are told as true, they are not necessarily believed to be literal truth by either the tellers or their audiences.


· Urban legends are a specific class of legend, differentiated from "ordinary" legends by their being provided and believed as accounts of actual incidents that befell or were witnessed by someone the teller almost knows (e.g., his sister's hairdresser's mechanic). These tales are told as true, local, and recent occurrences, and often contain names of places or entities located within the teller's neighborhood or surrounding region. Urban legends are narratives which put our fears and concerns into the form of stories or are tales which we use to confirm the rightness of our world view. As cautionary tales they warn us against engaging in risky behaviors by pointing out what has supposedly happened to others who did what we might be tempted to try. Other legends confirm our belief that it's a big, bad world out there, one awash with crazed killers, lurking terrorists, unscrupulous companies out to make a buck at any cost, and a government that doesn't give a damn. Folks commonly equate 'urban legend' with 'false' (i.e., "Oh, that's an urban legend!"). Though the vast majority of such tales are pure invention, a handful do turn out to be based on real incidents, and whether or not something actually happened has no bearing on its status as an urban legend. What lifts true tales of this type out of the world of news and into the genre of contemporary lore is the blurring of details and multiplicity of claims that the events happened locally, alterations which take place as the stories are passed through countless hands. Though there might indeed have been an original actual event, it clearly did not happen to as many people or in as many places as the various recountings of it would have us believe. "

Before discovering Snopes.com which tracks Urban Legends and is a quick reference for anyone wanting to see if that e-mail Aunt Judy just sent you about why you should boycott Wal-mart is true or not, Lynne had turned me on to the books of Jan Harold Brunvand which are collections of some of the classic Urban Legends and de-bunked them.

Mythbusters takes it one step farther and actually tries to prove the claims of these same Urban Legends. If you like good TV and have a wondering (and maybe wandering) mind then you need to catch this show on The Discovery Channel.

Ok you thought I would be able to write a post without some gay content, but alas another reason I watch Mythbusters is to gaze with lust on two of the regulars GRANT IMAHARA and TORY BELLECI.















And check out Dirty Jobs and the hunky Mike Rowe:


Wednesday, February 01, 2006

The Gay Pimp


A few months back I ran across a song. The singer of the song is named Jonny McGovern. His stage name is the Gay Pimp.

The song goes like this:

I know what you do,
and I say to you,
I heard what you say,
on the radio everyday.
And I’m pissed to see,
say you want to hurt me,
now your making me,
make this my gay pimp destiny –

You picked the wrong fag to fuck with.
You picked the wrong queen, bitch!
I’m here to let all my little fags know
They got a daddy whose gonna take care of business.

Hard enough for kids to grow up gay
Without some fake hard-core bitch
Why you so scared
Maybe you think you’re gay
Do you feel bad for sucking me off the other day?

You picked the wrong fag to fuck with.
You picked the wrong queen, bitch!
I’m here to let all my little fags know
They got a daddy whose gonna take care of business.

(Spoken):
(Gay Pimp): That’s right God Damn it, you picked the wrong fag to fuck with.
I’m looking out for my little gay babies, and you be messing with them.

(Unknown White Rapper): What ya gonna do about it gay pimp?

(Gay Pimp): I’ll tell ya what I’m gonna do, I’ll make you act all faggy. Watch out!

(Unknown White Rapper): Damn that’s gay.

(Gay Pimp): Oooo…

(Gay Pimp): MMM…

(Gay Pimp): Ha, who’s the fag now?

I’m mad. I’m bad, I’m sick of you messing with my fags
Gonna slap your ass down to the ground
Take you to the class, make you my clown
I’m sick of all this hard-core shit
Don’t mess the the gansta pimp!
Cause I will fuck you, if you don’t realize that
You picked the wrong fag to fuck with.
You picked the wrong queen, bitch!
I’m here to let all my little fags know
They got a daddy whose gonna take care of business.




LOVE IT!! If you get a change listen to this song.

I didn’t think a song like this could change the world much until I was telling a woman I work with about it and she stated that she had heard her 11 year old son singing it to himself.

(No comments as to why an 11 year old would have heard this song and be using this language)

Yet if kids are going to by subjected to the inherent homophobia of Eminem, then I am tickled pink that some 11 year old boy in Ohio has heard this song and even though he may not realize what a political statement he is making by singing it with his friends, what a wave it makes!