Tuesday, December 29, 2009


And we’re back…. Whoo. Thought the Christmas break would never end. Days sleeping in, having fun with friends. Thank God that’s over. Well, next Monday anyway, I went into the office yesterday. Yeah, tumbleweeds started blowing across the lobby. Today I work from home, typing in the nude. Love it.

We took the tree down in record time this year, about twenty minutes after we came home from Christmas. Mostly because we needed the floor space, also because I get really depressed when seeing a tree sans its pressies, speaking of which here’s Steve countdown list:
Let’s countdown Steve’s top five best but, incredibly nerdy Christmas presents….
5) Two words: Carpenter Jeans
4) A red T-shirt with the word COMMUNIST printed across the chest.
3) Season eight of DALLAS the TV series
2) A Police Call Box print T-shirt

And the number one pressie...
1) Transformers underwear, with MEGATRON printed across the ass.

And before you start asking for a photo essay of Steve rump inscribed with Megatron, I’m not that kind of girl….Okay so I am. Yes! Stop asking I put them up later…

I hope y’all had a great time of it. What’s the plan for New Years anyway? Are you hosting one of your famous parties? Can I come to your house and eat all of your shrimp cocktail?

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Rocky Mountain snow

There's nothing like a Christmas Eve, eve snow.

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Tuesday, December 22, 2009


Dalton and I went to find something to do in our town.

And we're very sorry...making you watch this. I will not happen again.

Monday, December 21, 2009


Last Friday I did something I only do once a year. Not leaving the house. Not for breakfast, not for the gym. Amazing. Instead, the Sweet Baboo and I laid upon the super-squishy elle shaped sofa of love and watched every Christmas movie on the DVR. An entire day of Christmas movie mayhem, Well that and old Doctor Who. Poor Fuzzy had to switch from Olive, The Other Reindeer to The Genesis of the Daleks. Without a word of pain, that truly was a Christmas Miracle.

We were hosting our fantastic Christmas Soirée on Saturday and really needed to rest up, at least that’s what I told myself when I started thinking that Friday was trap and lat day at the gym. But, really when do you get a day to spend super quality time with your homosexual life partner. To hell with my dumbbell shrugs.

The big party last Saturday went great; it seems people had a lot of fun. But, cheap champagne will guarantee a good time. If you consume enough of it; man I love Asti Spumante. The only thing to make it better is to drink it out of a paper cup. Heaven. I took a lot of pictures, and then stared at my camera for two minutes wondering how the camera was going to get them on the web. When I turned to ask Dalton how photos appear on Facebook he suggested that the first step would be to put down my drink.

Today starts my two day work week. Man, I fricken love Christmas.

Friday, December 18, 2009


What's been on your neighborhood Stevie B's desktop this week?

A co-worker walked by my cubical this week and said "Well, nice Christmas photo."

Thursday, December 17, 2009


My latest addiction on television has been the British show Haunted Homes. It’s a reality show centered on psychic Mia Dolan and how she helps normal everyday folks with really loud, ugly wallpaper come to terms with their haunted houses.

Every episode has a new family terrified of their own house due to a ghost that walks the halls and disturbs them as they sleep. I watch it because every episode has a new family living in complete denial of the hideous decorating skills. It makes me wonder, are their no wallpapers steamers in the UK? It’s like Lady Diana put up some jewel-tone boarder in 1995 and every house wife in a semi-detached followed suit.

Sorry, what were we talking about? Oh yeah, ghosts. Good show, I love Mia. When she’s all crying trancelike I just want to hug her. That and it’s hosted by a little gay boy in leather. It’s on the Fine Living channel in the US and ITV2 in the UK.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009


We went to Zoo Lights at the local Zoo. For the hot chocolate and to hang out in twenty degree weather with friends. Jerrod took a great photo...

I have to say this is the best picture of me that I've seen in awhile. I'm thinking I'm just going to start wearing a burka. I'd start posing for pictures all the time.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009


“Can you call my phone?”

I hollered this up the stairs last Friday night. I couldn’t find my phone all day on Friday and was just recovering from cold sweats and the shakes. Not being connected to the interwebs for the day had taken its toll on me. I had been constantly scratching my left wrist while rocking back and forth. All the time wondering why my baby hadn’t gained any weight. Now it was time to look around the house. Again.

“Yes, just call it.” I snapped, wondering if Lassie had it this hard.

I turned and went to dig through the dog’s food bag, the only place that I hadn’t looked. Dragging my hand to the bottom of the bag I suddenly turned to the face the dog. He had a look of either guilt from stealing my phone or of confusion from me molesting his food. Then, the theme song to the TV show Dallas started to waft through the air; quiet at first then growing louder. I turned to the Shar-pei and he said, “That’s your phone!” As I turned to run towards the sound of my beloved. Halfway up the stairs the only sound louder than my ring tone was Fuzzy declaring;

“Oooh, what’s this!”

As I entered the bedroom the only person more crestfallen would have been Anna Karenina as she spied her lover being sent off to the front by a younger woman. There in Fuzzy’s left hand was my phone in his right was a huge box of fine chocolate. The chocolate I had purchased and hidden in the back of my underwear drawer for his Christmas stocking.

Last Thursday I bought a great box of his favorite chocolates excited to see him discover them in this stocking on Christmas morn. I guess I was so caught up in the guilt of hiding things when I placed my phone on the box and shoved the whole thing under my underwear. I then spent the next ten minutes trying to explain that NO, I did not hide the chocolate and phone as a romantic game.

“Sugar butt. Thanks for assuming that I’m that clever. You know me; I’m just not that smart." True.

Monday, December 14, 2009


Ahh, mid December. It’s time to gather around and listen to Uncle Steve’s annual Christmas rant…..


Have you seen the inflatable, glowing Christmas crap that everyone displays on their front lawns? Big billowing snowmen, elves, and happy penguins.


At night it’s quite a cute little scene. A winter wonderland all blown up and bopping around to the forced air whooshing up their butts. But, during the day it’s another story. Driving through any upscale neighborhood it's a reenactment of Jim Jones goes to Christmas town. Dead, flat elves and snow people scatter the lawns like a mass suicide cult hit the North Pole. A massacre of merriment. One half-inflated penguin dragging its self off the lawn coughing out
“Don’t drink the Kristmas Kool-aide……..and I only live in Antarctica and parts of South America why am I even here?! Aaaaaaaaaghh!”

I feel bad for their ignorant cult joining asses as I drive by.

Friday, December 11, 2009


What's been my computer's desktop photo this week you ask?

I found it here. It's Tokyo right before a Godzilla attack.

Thursday, December 10, 2009


When I leave for work the better half is still peacefully dreaming away. All warm and happy with the dog. This makes me really want to fuck with his head, sometimes. Mostly I tell him I love him and to have a great day, sometimes I go a little mental.

Today was one of those days. As I leaned over to kiss him I growled low into his ear, then deeply growled Gggggggrrrowllllged, awwwwrgh grooooooolg.
I guess he was a little more awake then I thought because he said in a normal voice.

“What are you doing?”

"Uh…….saying I love you in Wookie….Growlll gagk.”

There was complete silence as I finished with my gym bag. Then I heard through the dark.

“Your Jedi powers are useless on me; I’m not telling you what you got for Christmas.”

And that folks is why we love the guy.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


I was in the middle of my monthly trip to The Container Store for holiday organizing. I do love things to put things in. OCD? No, I just love the canned veggies alphabetized in the pantry. There’s nothing wrong with that.

During my visit to the plastic box store, I had to “hit the head” or use the room of rest. When I was complete with my task, I washed my hands. My wet hands being held out in front of me I circled around for the paper towels. Realizing I looked like a zombie and being alone I started moaning:

“Towels…..must have towels….Arrrrgh! Arrrrrrrrh!”

As I staggered towards the paper towels to attack a nice, normal little queen unsuspectedly came into the bath room. With a look of confusion, bordering on terror on his face. I quickly dried my hands whist humming the song being played on the over-head. A mix of White Christmas being sung by a gay zombie. Just to make him think that I was singing that the entire time.

Then I ran.

If you hear rumors of gay zombies cruising the bathrooms at The Container Store, that was just me.

Monday, December 7, 2009


I’m sitting on the couch t’other day. I flip onto a TV channel that has Kelsey Grammar in Victorian clothing and a stovepipe hat dancing around. He’s also sporting a small crippled child on his shoulders. They appear to be having a grand time singing about how they love Christmas. Like a NAMBLA Christmas. They are soon joined by a of 19th century London dance troop. They proceed to jump about in a flurry of fake snow. All happy Scrooge like.

Meanwhile my other half is clicking away on the laptop on the couch next to me. He looks up..

“What’s this?”

Without missing a beat, I inform him it’s titanic.

“I forgot Kelsey Grammar was in that.”

And looks back to the Macbook. If you see Fuzzy can you causally work into conversation how you enjoyed Kelsey Grammar as Jack in Titanic? It would help me out. Thanks.

I’ll never let go Kelsey!

Friday, December 4, 2009


From like...my total BFF ever...like.. Dalton. Check out his newest stuff here.

Thursday, December 3, 2009


What’s a Metroplex? Out of the blue a co-worker came to my clubhouse of a cubical and asked. Well…trying to remember my Texas past. A Metroplex is the name coined for Dallas and Fort Worth, Texas to describe the scope and vastness of the metropolitan area. It’s now used for other huge cites where other cites and suburbs have merged into one area.

The remainder of the day I sat homesick for Texas. Weird. I couldn’t wait to move away from the Lone Star State and here I was “homesick.” Maybe it started a couple of days ago when Dalton and I were at a restaurant and the table next to us was talking about their home town of Beaumont, Texas. Just up the road from Dalton’s Port Arthur home town. Maybe it has more to do with my recent addiction to season seven of Dallas the TV show. Probably.

No matter why, today I’d give anything to be standing on Cedar Springs or Montrose avenue. Just saying.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009


Let’s not discuss why it happened but last Friday, the biggest Christmas shopping day of the year I was at Super Target. At six AM. Buying frozen White Castle hamburgers. I was sporting sweat pants, pillow marks on my face and sweat shirt that may have been on backwards.

As I approached the check stands to wade through the hundreds of sleep deprived holiday shoppers I started to think twice at my need for frozen fast food themed burgers. But it was too late to turn and paddle upstream. I stood in line like Janeane Garofalo in Whoville. Quickly my turn came, I placed my box of frozen meat onto the belt right after Edie McClurg’s “grandbabie’s toys” and waited for the story about how Mrs. McClurg is finally going to see her babies to end with the cashier so I can pay for my little bit of heaven in plastic wrap.

It was my turn.

“Did you find all of you holiday special deals today?” She cheerfully questioned, not looking down.

“Yes. Yes I did.” Watching her face change as she noticed what she had to ring.

“Well….great. We all have to eat.” As I turned my head sideways like a dog trying to read The Catcher in the Rye.

She handed me my receipt like she was dealing with a subway bomber. A look of total contempt, trying to figure out why a healthy Christian would be there buying something other than presents for his wife and kids. I suddenly had an urge to scream out that I was a Jew. But, that would leave an image that non-gentiles have bad eating habits. I couldn’t live with that so, I just smiled and went to fight the traffic out of the parking lot.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009


Happy December! Can you frickin believe that it’s December first? 2009 kind of zipped by, now it’s almost 2010. Well, my ’09 resolution to eat more fried food was easy to keep. It’s always good to make a resolution that’s attainable. Be realistic, that’s what I say.

Last night Fuzz and I were digging for more holiday plastic crap in the garage. Somehow in a tub of Christmas, I pulled out a VHS tape of my road trip to Washington, DC for the 1993 March on Washington. Hell, it’s only been sixteen years. I of course would have not owned a VCR in five of those years, but Fuzz keeps one in the bed room. His best porn isn’t on DVD.

After watching this relic I realized that I’ve really grown into my nose. Man I was creepy skinny back then. Creepy skinny and LOVED denim sleeveless shirts and braided leather belts. Come on, it was, 93. My shoulder length hair was set off by my stone washed Levis and Act Up T-shirt. I wonder if in sixty years time my descendants will watch this and be amazed that their forefather was a complete man- slut. That and why he always wore those rainbow colored rings around his neck. Some sort of popular jewelry of the time, maybe?

Monday, November 30, 2009

Mmmmmmm Turkey

Last night I lay in bed wondering how to drive to work. I hadn’t been there for a week and I couldn’t remember the highway exit. I found it, damn. So ends another Thanksgiving holiday.

Here’s a picture of our soon to be devoured turkey…

And here’s a picture of Fuzzy, after hours of cooking and eating the turkey….

On Thursday Fuzz and I went to a friend’s house. Being the cool/hip lesbians that they are it was held in their massive turn of the century barn they’ve turned into a performance art space. When we arrived at the farm we found people from all walks of life mingling with the help from great music and great wine. We hung out with a hip and trendy tattooed minister and a gay couple that insisted everyone did Ready-Whip shots. I despise and loath Thomas Kinkade but, it did seem like a gay Thomas Kinkade painting.

So here’s how we spent the remainder of the weekend.

Turkey sandwiches...

Well……and some gun oil…..for my gun.

Friday, November 27, 2009


This is what's been on my desktop this week. Does anyone know where this is from?

I've found it here:
majakovskij and it f%$kin rocks! Can you tell I'm trying to find more комиксах from ВО ВРЕМЯ ХОЛОДНОЙ ВОЙНЫ?

Wednesday, November 25, 2009


This guy…..

was arrested this week for allegedly shooting his own son. There is nothing like a well arched brow. Maybe the kid was playing with his tweezers.


On another note same deal, just a year later...

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


Fuzzy’s Parents are coming over to our home for Thanksgiving dinner on Friday. Our second Thanksgiving as we’re heading to Frank’s house after I watch hours upon hours of parade Thursday morning. This meant we spent five hours in the local Kroger last night shopping. Krogering. Me, with my printed out list for cheesecake and Fuzzy going off his brain power. The same brain that’s been trying to memorize Messiaen’s La Transfiguration de Notre Seigneur Jésus-Christ.

It was fine, with the screaming children and Moms with bad hair. Until, we got to the cranberry sauce. This is when my homosexual life partner asked if I preferred the jellied can kind or the canned jelly kind.

Steve turned his head sideways.

“Um…you get what your parents prefer.” I said hoping that would be good enough. “Where you raised with the kind that you have to dislodge from the can?”

“What do you want?” Fuzz pressed for an answer. “We’ll get what you want.”

“Well, I was raised on the sauce that looks like the can it came in. Like The Franklin expedition celebrates a holiday. I now prefer Fresh Cranberry Compote…. ginger… Orange zest…” The look in my partners eyes trying to make cranberry compote in his head, made me realize that canned sauce may save this man from a total mental breakdown.

“Or…yummy canned sauce!” I shouted with glee.

*Note to Steve*
Learn how to make
cranberry compote for next year.

Monday, November 23, 2009

See I’m a Gay, ya homophobe!

Don’t ya just love those lazy weekends? Dalton and I went to see the local gay hockey team wipe the floor with the straights. I shot some video so, I spent some of Saturday editing. Hopefully it will be up soon. Later on Saturday I was at the gym when a random guy came up to ask if wrestled at Oregon State. My first thought was “what the hell are you talking about?” Until I looked down and realized it was printed across my chest. Oregon State Wrestling. Now my first response is to say “I stole it from an ex boyfriend.” But, he was some random guy and being the only gay in the gym decided to stutter on about dead lifts.

Turns out he was the head coach of Denver’s rugby team the Denver Harlequins. When he asked if I played rugby I mentioned that I tried out for a team and love rugby but, he would not let me play for him as I’m the only gay in the village. I tried out for a Gay Rugby team. The Denver Wildfire. A gay rugby team.
“Great team!” He responded. “We have Frank, Jim, and Scott playing with us.”
“No, no I can’t play on your team. See I’m a Gay, ya homophobe."
"Yeah, we do joint practices with the Wildfire, You looked familiar."

Okay, the gay part didn’t happen…..outside of my head. But, I was recruited by the head coach to try out for Harlequins. That’s something. That and I watched a lot of Little Britain over the weekend, in case... you couldn’t tell.

Friday, November 20, 2009


What on StevieB's desktop this week?

Take a walk around Kozyndan.com
Thanks to Dalton for the pic!

Thursday, November 19, 2009


I got a call from the other half yesterday. “I’m siiick. I’z gounnnin homz.” Which means he was sick and heading for our bed with a Shar-pei close behind. Poor guy, I stopped and picked up some food and went to tend to his achy head and stuffed-up nose.

When I got to his side, I made him close the Macbook and eat some take away. I got him excited that a new Netflix movie arrived and we could hang out in bed and watch a movie. That plan was quickly squashed when I realized that the movie wasn’t the 2006 movie No Regret but, the 1969 collection of Doctor Who, The War Games series. Which he can’t stomach on a good stomach. In the end it did work out, he felt it was so boring it put him out for the remainder of the evening.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


Have I mentioned how much I hate WORD VERIFICATION? But, not as much as having Viagra ads crammed into every hole in the universe.

This is going to be a Non Sequitur post as I’m not really awake yet.


I was driving home last night and since we’re in a rural area I was on a stretch of county road with fields on both sides. I saw a blur run from across one of the fields heading for the Jeep. I quickly spotted it as a rabbit, a huge frickin cotton tail bunny. With a death wish. I was sure I hit it; I looked down and saw that he had turned to not get hit and was running along side of my Jeep. Like he was trying to yell something to me. “Tatonka! Tatonka!” Well after a couple of seconds of amazement I wasn’t gonna let no bunny beat me in a race, so I floored it. Teach him to chase cars. Ah, nature. Can I live in a gay ghetto now?


Has anyone seen The Waters of Mars yet? Anyone? Beuller? If you don’t know what I’m speaking of, it’s okay. You’re not geeky enough. Speaking of Geeky, I watched the launch of the space shuttle Atlantis on Monday. It’s mission to take replacement parts and worms to the space station.

Dullest mission ever.

Furnace filters and worms? Like a trip to the hardware store. I did watch it via the Towelroad blog, and when I called over a co-worker she saw the banner add and asked if the gays have their own NASA department. I said yes, because I think that would be a cool rumor to start.

“Gays are trying to launch a satellite to destroy the sanctity of marriage!”


Okay, we’re done with our Non Sequitur post. Fueled by the broken coffee maker in my office. My drag name, right now would be Miss Ann Thrope. Have a great day, watch out for bunnies and have you checked out the L shape Window blog? Take a look.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Cagney & Lacey

This was taken on some cruise somewhere... I thought it was fun. Until someone pointed out that Jerrod and I look like Cagney and Lacey.

Oh Mary Beth.

Monday, November 16, 2009


I can now say that the Great Christmas Tree Debate is over. For this year.
When you’re coupled off the best part of having a relationship, other than the connubial rights is having someone to go with you to bring home a Christmas tree.

When a was a little fagglette, I dreamed that one day I would have a big hairy guy to drag the taped-up cardboard box from the basement and put our little tree together piece by piece. In our well appointed house with its name-brand appliances. Okay, I was that “type” of little gay boy. Sue me, as I grew older the only thing that changed is that hauling your tree up from the basement is not nearly as romantic as going out to the wilderness and chopping down a fresh, live tree. When I lived in Dallas, I drug Dalton through hours of Texas mud, to find just the right green symbol of Christ’s birth to axe murder. Oh, the smell...the smell. You could just smell the season in the air.

It came as a shock last week when the other half calmly stated,
“We should just buy a tree…yeah know… to have, then we don’t have go get one from a cold lot from a registered sex offender, just to have it die on us?”


And so started the great debate, real or fake plastic. Oh, the tears and the high pitched whining. The endless crying. Begging. The non-stop begging. It was just embarrassing.

Nothing worked on that man. But seeing as we have a healthy relationship we soon came to a compromise. Beautiful and real one year, gross, dumb, fake the next. See compromise.

Last Saturday, we walked out of the Uber store with one amazing 12 feet ready to assemble symbol of our harmonious life. We had to get 12 feet tall, because anything shorter would just be a cop-out. What? I’m a size queen. For trees that is.

Friday, November 13, 2009


This is my new favorite photo, meaning it's my desktop picture...

It was this...

I found it here.

Thursday, November 12, 2009


Would Kez over at Muttonchop Mutant hate me if I bought this?

It’s the Kia Koup. Kind of cute isn’t it. Is it? And by "cute" I mean super-cool. I’ve been reading up on it. When I see a picture, I turn my head to the left like a dog trying to figure it out. I really like it……but….it’s a two door car……Kia.

On another note. I got shushed in our parking garage this morning. Maybe I was listening to Prodigy a little loud. but, it's 5AM.....in a parking garage. not the time for Mr. Lexus to shhhhhh me. Damn it.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Have you heard Ivri Lider yet? Check out Ivri Lider.com

“Ten years ago, Ivri Lider was a young musician taking his career first step. A decade later he is one of the most successful pop/rock artists in Israel.”
You can buy his albums here or itunes. Check him out, he'll be a great add to your library.


Tuesday, November 10, 2009


I’ve been watching my favorite TV show via our spunky little DVR. Ghost In The Shell is on Cartoon Network at 1:30 AM, Sunday morning. I obviously watch this Japanese futuristic police anime after the gym on Monday nights. Two weeks ago I raced home to watch it. When I clicked on the play button I got Cartoon Network’s crappy sixteen year old boy’s cartoon featuring a douche-bag talking meatball.

Okay, no biggie. The DVR recorded something wrong. Fine. It was only the last episode of the 2nd series, where everything was solved and the story line finished. Maybe they showed it at the wrong time. It will be on again……..

Last Monday, I rush home. The episode is number one, from the first series. I let out a nerd scream. The kind you hear only when nerds find out they don’t make 12 sided dice any more.

I guess it’s back to watching it over again. Damn it.

Monday, November 9, 2009

The Power of 2012

Over the weekend I heard more people talking about 2012. 2012, 2012, 2012 It makes me groan that someone has figured out how to make a buck making up crap just to scare people. Seriously. This makes me wonder what that complete hottie Joseph Campbell would think.

He's the dude that coined the phrase: FOLLOW YOUR BLISS.

I'm beginning to believe that anyone who's playing in to this garbage should be strapped into a chair and made to watch Bill Moyer's six hour conversation with Joseph Campbell. The Power of Myth was a six part interview in 1988 and is a riveting conversion with one of the great men of our time. That and he rocks in a plaid sport coat.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

I've been told I'm very transparent.

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Thursday, November 5, 2009


This month’s theme was colour. Please check out the other 5's from around the world. A huge thanks to Stephen at The State Of The Nation UK blog!





SILVER (Anniversary)

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


Did you know that Crystal Gayle and Loretta Lynn are sisters? How about that Taco Bell was started by a guy named Glenn Bell.

The other day I was riding around with the guys. We weren’t talking about much just the usual gay boy conversation. When the topic turned to Taco Bell, I mentioned that Taco Bell was founded by a guy named Mr. Bell. Dalton called bullshit; this was due to eight years of being around me. He knows I have a knack of remembering useless bits of trivia. Then spewing them back at any time with only half the supporting story. With maybe some colorful fiction added in...just to make the story better. This is why Wikipedia has changed my life. Anytime I need to substantiate a fact….when someone happens to be calling me a liar. I can now Wikipedia it.

So, the next time the conversation turns to equine health, and you get an eye roll from your friends after you causally mention that horses can’t vomit. Think of me and pull out your iPhone to Wikipedia it. It's true....really.


Tuesday, November 3, 2009


Today marks my 455th post! Time just flies by; it seems just yesterday I was writing about useless crap way back in November of 2007. Well, I’d like to take this moment to thank everyone that stopped by my tiny, idiotic blog to read about the life and times of StevieB.

Collective Aaaaawh.

Let’s move on to another 455 shalist we? After seeing a photo of the scarcest thing I could think of Halloween costume…

It’s back to the diet. Today I’m having a protein pancake. They call it a pancake to make it sound as if you’re not eating egg whites and oatmeal. Here’s the recipe, it only has: 3.3 g of fat. I actually love the taste. But, I’m weird. Smear enough peanut butter on it and you forget your eating rubbery eggs. Yummy.

Monday, November 2, 2009


There's nothing like getting drunk then dressing up your shar-pei...

You really can tell he had fun.

Friday, October 30, 2009


I think I have cabin fever. Working from home the last two days due to Denver’s first snowstorm has caused my credit card some serious damage. This is due to the fact that I keep buying underwear and music online. All day. Now, I have a 4X4 so….I guess I could go to work and to the gym. But, it’s all cold and ya’know snowy… and stuff.

This has nothing to do with my backed up Netflix cue and the dog…he needs me.

My offical desk for work and buying 2xist undies.

Thursday, October 29, 2009


Woo-Hoo! Snow day. I'm off to make snow angels.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009


I don’t read our local town’s newspaper. Mostly because I don’t care that much about agricultural and crop news. That and it’s written horribly. If I wanted to read bad run on sentences I’d read my own.

Yesterdays lead story was about a husband and wife that delivered their third child on the living room rug. It went on to say how the extended family all “helped” to bring their new baby boy into the world. I pictured years from now the Mother screaming “You kids stop playing with Stanley's spot and go out to the back yard!”

I figured they would name him Stanley, because next to the article was an add for Stanley Steemer, the carpet cleaning professionals. Their tag line? We can get out any stain.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


The power went out at Southfork last Saturday night. I didn’t notice until Fuzzy walked up with a lit candle in his hand. This was because I was watching excessive amounts of Doctor Who on the laptop via Netflix and, he wanted to scare the crap out of me. After some missed woo pitching we hung out in the street with the neighbors until I thought “Jerrod works for 911! Let’s call him to complain!” He claimed it wasn’t his fault but, he was helpful in letting us know that the power company would have us lit within that hour.

I only bring this up in case you ask about the bruise on my shin. Also because I spent the next darkened hour going through my iPhoto files to find some photos to share. Cool hu?

Dalton snapped this one in 2006, it was a bathroom wall in Brooklyn, NY.

God loves black dick! I think I’ve found my 2009 Christmas card.

This is from some White Party…somewhere…sometime…

I’ve never noticed my friend, Frank in the background. It’s like he’s saying:
“Look in to my eyes, look directly into my eyes, not around my eyes…directly into my eyes!” Sorry, too much Little Britain.

Have you ever posed with a bronze sculpture? Been to say, Benjamin Franklin's house and took a picture of you next to a six foot tall Ben. Or stood next to a mannequin of someone famous? Then wondered why?

Here’s a great picture of Jerrod posing next to an UNDISCLOSED gentleman who just had a Prince Albert piercing. It’s like he’s at Disney Land.

And that was a tour around Stevie's iPhotos. Good buys!

Monday, October 26, 2009

DJ Bill Bennett

Best new album for the gym, his rhythm will get you through your workout.

Big Muscle of the rhythm. Buy it Amazon or iTunes.

Check out his site at DJ Bill Bennett.com

Friday, October 23, 2009


Here’s a great article from English Russia.com showing that you can stick a cell tower anywhere. Even in an Ukrainian monument to the Motherland’s war dead. Read the artical here.

Thursday, October 22, 2009


I received this E-mail from my friend Michelle yesterday. Raven is her three year old, who I recently bought a pink, play vacuum as a birthday present.

Today Raven called you Stevie not Stezzie… damn it. She's figured it out. And then when I asked her to repeat what she said she called you 'Steve"… um, WTH.

I hate that she's growing up so fast …
I love you - very much.

I don’t think I can handle with a three year old calling me Steve. It seems she's smarter then me. Well...besides the obvious.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

StevieB. is on a mission

My strong ethical standing and moral character stems from my youth serving missions for The Church of Latter-Day Saints. Here’s just a glimpse of what I learned…..

Tuesday, October 20, 2009


There are thirty-five days until I get to put up the Christmas lights. So, only thirty four more days of bugging the other half about putting up the Christmas lights. I love this time of year.

We were standing in the back isle of our local Gay Target, I was pondering about the taste level of animatronic, glowing willow moose. At what point do light up holiday wildlife become tacky? I asked out loud. It was a rhetorical question but was also answered by Fuzzy. At any point. You smack down plug-in anything in a front yard, and you’ve just crossed a threshold, the one that says, a trip to Branson, Missouri might be fun. A fanny pack would keep you organized. Then you’re a short hop to being upset because you have to dress up to go to Wal-Mart.

Now I’m thinking “understated elegance” is the way to go.

Monday, October 19, 2009


This is an open apology for the guy I cut off turning into the gym on Friday. There’s not an excuse for driving unsafe around a sport bike. Even though you were trying to turn in to the 24hour fitness on Alameda’s parking lot whilst checking your text messages, I could have been more aware. I’ve been crazy on sport bikes and owned a street bike and I cannot imagine the skill level you must possess being able to ride a Honda CBR, down-shifting in flip-flops. With head phones on. I understand why you could not signal, with all the texting you were doing and having to maintain your head just right to not break your spiked up hair. Sorry. I hope your Abercrombie shirt comes clean.

I’m kind of done with the 24hour gym on Alameda. When did it turn from Gay to Pretentious Tool? I’ve also discovered that the guys at the 24hour on Yale are more College Jock and less tweezed eyebrow. Not that there’s anything wrong with a “shaped brow.” I’m thinking that the next big thing on the dance circuit will be the muscle gays shaving off their brows and painting them on. With sharpies.

A whole sea of guys bouncing up and down. Looking like Trix the Rabbit.

I think I need more coffee.

Saturday, October 17, 2009


Another new T-shirt from Crank...

It's funny cuz it's true. Buy it here.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Baby Jesus Versus The Zombies


I went zombie clothes shopping yesterday. That was a first. Mighty Dalton is gunna zombie it up this Halloween. I still haven’t decided what to do, I hate Halloween. We spent an hour a The Wizards Chest last night with Dalton holding up dozens of costumes saying “you could be a spaceman. You like spacemen. Or, how about Spiderman?” Like I was ten. Then again I was acting like I was ten, stomping my feet pouting “I wanna be a Green Lantern.” This is why I hate Halloween; it takes me back to Mrs. Conn’s fifth grade class at Montfort Elementary School, when the whole class laughed at me for coming as a witch. A gay male witch. What? I liked the hat.

Aim for their heads, Baby Jesus!

Thursday, October 15, 2009


Wow, yesterday was frickin amazing! After having one too many twenty buck cocktails at Pam Ann, I slept in. I mean really slept in. I awoke to the dog holding a mirror under my nose. I still made it the gym but, barely. The remains of the day were spent at Daz Bog on 9th. Drinking my fill of coffee.

Pam Ann was great, although there were one too many drunken flight attendants that felt they could just walk on stage. Way to go, SouthWest. I was completely bummed that they did not have T-shirts for sale. Really? Now how can I record my flight? I have nothing to add to my Dixie Longate shirt, Atlantis cruise bag, and sixty leather bar T-shirts. Maybe they sell them online.

Today it’s back to work; I really don’t like to talk about work on here. Mostly because it’s boring as hell and I work for a branch of the military, the one with the boats. I help people comprehend the craziness that is HR. But, today was just too amazing not to share. I recieved a call from a crazy woman, that may or may not has been drinking. She was at a front gate of a military base and called me to get onto the base to fill out an application for a civilian position. Like the US military is like JC Penney’s. There’s a box of applications next to the missiles. She wanted me to “come down to the gate” and let her in. After quite a while of trying to explain the “on line” process, she stated:

“Look idiot! I want to make a good impression. I don’t wanta do nothing online. Just let me in!”

“Huh.” I said. “I have to say your idea of a good impression is questionable. “ I didn’t have time to explain that she was calling me hundreds of miles away, because she hung up on me.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


To night's the night. The big date to go see Pam Ann at the Paramount Theater, Denver. We'll see you there. Or, check out her tour.

Monday, October 12, 2009


I don’t know much about Christopher Columbus. Other then that took a bunch of money from Sigourney Weaver and went to spread STD’s across the frickin universe. Complete bastard if you ask me.

But it’s because of this Spanish douche that I get the day off. So, I’m in bed nursing a disco hangover. Not because I drank, more from waiting all last night for the DJ to play Jody Watley at BackTracks.

Tracks was the dance club here in Denver from the early ‘80s to the late ‘90s. and were you would of found our protagonist in a Hyper Color T-shirt spinning around on the dance floor to Jody Watley. Now, Back Tracks is charity event for the Colorado Aids Project. A annul dance to raise funds, and for Steve to run in to every ex-boyfriend from ’93 to ’99. Good times.
Nina Flowers and a bevy of Drag Queens performed ’70 and 80’s hits. But, the whole night…..no Jody Watley. So, today I really know how Christopher Columbus felt at Salamanca, being unable to see Queen Isabella.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Rocky Mountain Oysters

I have a fondness for obscure old style dinners and road houses. Knowing this my other half took me out to dinner last night to The Pepper Pod, in bountiful downtown Hudson, Colorado. The Pepper Pod is the “fancy” restaurant for folks that lives in any of the small towns North-East of Denver. Another good name for it would have been The Off Ramp Inn.

I can always tell the great shape of a restaurant by how many white farm trucks are out front; this place had a full lot. This probably was due to the restaurant being famous for their Rocky Mountain Oysters. This delicacy is the…..well….they’re “a North American culinary name for edible offal, specifically buffalo or bull testicles. They are usually peeled, coated in flour, pepper and salt, sometimes pounded flat, and then deep-fried. This delicacy is most often served as an appetizer.” *

I had the salad.

I did get to dine under this great fellow….

Throughout dinner I kept looking up to see if he was watching me. He was. Dinner was actually amazing; I had two trips to the salad bar shaped like a chuck wagon and a Ribeye I ordered off of a plank of wood. If you go remember that Wednesday is plaid night. I wasn’t certain but I think you get 10% off if you wear a plaid work shirt.


*Wikipedia. Dear God don't google this.The images may make you lose your breakfast.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009


I had a lively discussion with a co-worker the other day. We were discussing the process to tackle a problem. They stated something about keeping it simple. I mentioned Occam’s Razor. After getting a puzzled look on their face I explained the principle of Occam’s razor. That when you have two competing theories that the simpler one is the best choice.

After receiving looks of confidence and amazement from the team I felt bad. I didn’t want to confess that I learned about this theory from Lisa Simpson.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009


We met friends at Red Square Bistro for a vodka themed dinner on Friday. After three seconds in the bar a seemingly random woman swooped down on Fuzzy. Buying him a of shot of Horseradish infused vodka. As Fuzzy is a gentleman, he returned the favor. That's when she asked:

“Do you need a sewing kit? Cuzz you’re ripped!”

I’ve never seen Fuzz speechless….ever. He turned screaming to find me. He had a look on his face that prompted me to say “Show me on the doll where the lady touched you?” Two well groomed guys in an upscale restaurant with no personal space…. That usually equals no chance. Good for her.

Last Saturday, Dalton borrowed Carl’s car. Getting onto the highway he plugged in his iPod and started to jam out. What he didn’t realize was that he soon hit one of the five buttons on the steering wheel. The music went dead. He sat there for awhile wondering what had happened, then without realizing it he said out loud,
“What happened?”
Then suddenly an overly polite Elaine Paige calmly questioned, “Pardon?”
Dalton jumped wondering how the West End star was now asking him to repeat the thought inside his head.
“Pardon?” Ms. Paige inquired again.
“Uhmmmm…sor…CANCEL!” Dalton dictated to the cars dashboard.
“Canceling.” Softly cooed the 1985 star of the musical Chess.

When Dalton tried to retell this story, I never heard the ending because I was laughing so hard. Apparently, Dalton hadn’t been properly introduced to Carl’s car. So, this one goes out to Dalton and Carl's car....

Monday, October 5, 2009

5 on the Fifth

See the blogger and the 5 on the fifth site


The dog looks a little smug that he gets to stay in bed.

I've been told you can learn a lot about someone by looking at their bookcase.

Sitting in Denver traffic listening to The Prodigy.

What a page turner.

A huge thanks goes out to Stephen Chapman for a cool project.