Thursday, April 29, 2010

THE ANGRY SHAR-PEI




This is my favorite photo of Harley and the Fuzz man. I just love it. I do have to post a picture of Harley today because he’s pissed off at me. Yesterday I took the little guy for a long walk. Half-way through our adventure I got lazy and asked if he wanted to cut through a field to get home. He stated something like “Uh I don’t know Steve, it looks like rough terrain.” But I started across the field anyway. Until we got six feet off the sidewalk and right into a sticker patch. All four of Harley’s feet had stickers and burrs imbedded in his delicate Geisha-like skin.


Holding him by his belly I spent the next ten minutes pulling thorns out from between his paws and into my fingers. The entire time having to listen to him mutter “well, crossing the field really saved us time……Uh, OW!”

Bad Dad I know. So for the record I’m sorry Harley.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

PRIME MINISTER GORDON BROWN LOVES ME

Just when I thought that Gordon Brown, the British Prime Minister hated me I get this in my E-mail inbox:



OFFICE OF THE PRIME MINISTER
TREASURY AND MINISTER FOR CIVIL SERVICE,
LONDON, UNITED KINGDOM.

Our ref: ATM/13470/IDR
Your ref:...Date: 24/04/2010

IMMEDIATE PAYMENT NOTIFICATION

I am The Rt Hon Gordon Brown MP,Prime Minister British Government. This letter is to officially inform you that (ATM Card Number 0480001017755502) has been accredited with your favor. Your Personal Identification Number is 477.The VISA Card Value is £2,000,000.00(Two Million, Great British Pounds Sterling).

This office will send to you an Visa/ATM CARD that you will use to withdraw
your funds in any ATM MACHINE CENTER or Visa card outlet in the world with a maximum of £5000 GBP daily.Further more,You will be required to re-confirm the following information to enable;The Rt Hon David Miliband MP Secretary of State for British Foreign and Commonwealth Office. begin in processing of your VISA CARD.

(1)Full names: (2)Address: (3)Country: (4)Nationality: (5)Phone #: (6)Age:
(7)Occupation: (8) Post Codes

Rt Hon David Miliband MP.
Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs
Tel: +447502463252

TAKE NOTICE: That you are warned to stop further communications with any other person(s) or office(s) different from the staff of the State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs to avoid hitches in receiving your payment.


Regards,

The Rt Hon Gordon Brown MP
Prime Minister



Aaaw, he’s so cute when he’s all “Further more and hitches”. I guess he has finally stopped denying that our love cannot be tamed by distance and is trying again to lure me back with another cheap tawdry trick like again trying to buy my love.

Be strong Steve.

Unless I want to get hurt again I mustn’t get anywhere close to the Office of the Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs anytime soon. But, an ATM card? That’s kind of cheap. What kind of girl does he think I am?

Monday, April 26, 2010

GYM UPDATE

Have you ever had one of those terrifying moments at the gym? Like you might just rip a muscle off of bone at any second.


Last week I upped my weight on most of my routine. I moved to 65lbs on Dumbbell Shoulder Press,  I started my second set and honestly thought that I might need to tell some stranger where my insurance card is. There was a scary second or two where I doubted that I could lift anything that heavy above my head. But, I pushed through it and got done. Feeling a little un-vulnerable and very vulnerable at the same time.

Lately I’ve found myself being lazy at the gym, I don’t want to count reps or even do a lot of them, so I just do the heaviest thing I can lift (75% of my total lift ability) and just press until muscle fatigue. No counting, no high reps. Easy. Of course there is the ten minutes of sitting in my car in the gym parking lot waiting until I can move my arm enough to put the key in the ignition.

Friday, April 23, 2010

DESKTOP FRIDAY

What's been on StevieB's desktop this week?




This is just one amazing photo from an amazing website by Photographer Dav.d
Check out his website here.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

STEVIEB LOSES IT!

Finally a practical use for the iPhone.

I started using an iPhone app called Lose It. This application tracks the caloric intake per day/week and calculates this against exorcise to find how many calories your burning. You know what? It works.

This handy program works because I’ll see a Moon Pie on the 7-11 and I’ll think “Do I really want to have to enter that into my phone and then post it on my blog?” No. No I don’t, so why eat it.


Here’s last week:

You’ll find my daily intake minus weight lifting and/or running. I have a cap of 2,000 calories a day to stay under.  And yes, I know falling under 1,200 is unhealthy. You might also notice that on Sunday I drove to the park for a run, and then proceeded to texted Dalton to go have breakfast instead. I then proceeded to fill up on pancakes followed with a trip to the GB fish N chips shop. Yummy fish n chips….Aaaaaaaaagh.


With last Sunday notwithstanding, I’m shedding pounds and getting back to my fighting weight. Awesome. I’ll keep you posted on progress. Nothing like having to report your tonnage to the masses to keep you from the Moon Pies and chips.


Oh, and if you're gonna buy a  iPad watch out.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Ray

The first man I ever loved is dead. Okay, he died in 2004 and I’ve known about his death since last fall. I hadn’t seen his face since June of 1990 and never told him that I loved him. But I did. I did love him.

I started messing around with boys at an early age. In Houston my Mom worked nights and as soon as she left the house I would sneak out and head to Montrose Avenue and the Ripcord. I’d stand outside waiting to be noticed. Thinking about it now I’m surprised I didn’t get killed.

When I started high school I quickly met him. Ray. He was seriously and literally from the other side of the tracks. But, It didn’t take long before the friendship we had to turn to lust then desire. Even though I had been with a lot of men, I had never stayed awake watching a boy sleep in my arms. He was from Louisiana; his thick accent covered everything he did. We soon found every free moment to be at his house in middle of his teenage boy bed, listening to his heart thump quicker and quicker as I ran my frame over his.

It being high school it didn’t last long. We moved on and just never kept in touch. Right after the graduation ceremony completed and I was walking towards my family Ray stopped me. He wanted to tell me he was going into the Marines. To fight in Desert Storm. That was the last time I saw him. I watched just for a moment as he turned to run towards his family.

Ray did go into the Marines. He had what I’ve been told an exceptional career. Until he came down with the flu, then had to take a discharge for medical reasons. In the fall of 2004 Ray died of complications from HIV.

David, the friend who broke the news to me last fall sent me an e-mail containing the plot and row where Ray’s headstone sits at Fort Logan National Cemetery. It now sits in my e-mail inbox. Waiting.

Why am I writing about this now? He’s been dead since ’04 and I’ve had this information since October. Let’s just say it takes me awhile to tell people that I love them. This week I decided it might be time to print out the e-mail and go search for a headstone.

Friday, April 16, 2010

DESKTOP FRIDAY

This is the photo on my computer's desktop this week. I have a thing for crisp white sheets. Just look at them; crisp and soooo clean. You just want to jump right in this bed and sink into it's amazing luxuruous chest 900 thread count cotton.

Yeah.

I certainly hope that Colton Ford isn't getting anything on my sheets.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

BUSY, BUSY

Work is really cutting into my playtime this week. How do you expect me to blog when I have to find a way of date stamping and counting down cells in Excel?


If you know how to date countdown a cell in Excel, please let me know. Please.
I watched yet another gay romance last night Food of Love. Skip it. It was jaded and bitter. Tonight’s selection is the 2006 French film, The Man of My Life. It was categorized by Netflix as Romantic and Steamy.

I also have a new plaid shirt so who cares.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

BEDROOM TV

“God that’s better!”

We had just taken down the metal bracket holding up our 20” TV/DVD/VHS monolith. This huge TV had been hanging on the wall of our bedroom since the first Bush administration. Waiting for me to once again slam my head into it.

We recently switched from dish to cable. One of the main reasons was because after our states switch to digital TV our leviathan in the bedroom needed a converter box, and could not be hooked up to the dish without a contractor named George doing some “drywall damage.” This meant having only three channels and two remotes in bed to watch the tube.

Our best relationship talks happen in the aisles of Target. Not really sure, maybe it’s all the red. As we were selecting our next TV Fuzzy mentioned that we’re giving up our VCR. That we can now only watch the porn we have on DVD. A lot of porn by the way. Tons.

This led to a healthy discussion on our moving on from the style or taste of movies we have on VHS. Stepping in the next stage of life of the type of porn we have on DVD. Let’s just say….. less motorcycles and more…. Sportbikes. Uhm, yeah. At target.

So… the new slim LCD flat panel is humming away and the built-in DVD player is easy to use.

Monday, April 12, 2010

LIVING FOR THE WEEKEND

I was driving near Cheeseman Park on Ninth Avenue when I came across two queens talking about their relationship at full volume right in the middle of Ninth. Apparently two twinks decided that their argument needed to be taken outside of Mom’s PT Cruiser. Just as I felt it was safer for me to stop my car and let them tucker themselves out, they both got back in and started to pull away. Great I thought, but as I started to take my foot off the break the Taco Bell started to fly. Out the window. The driver started chucking Taco Supremes out onto the street. With some gusto. This is when I thought to myself. “I never thought I’d say this: Should I start driving forward and chance getting my car hit with a full speed lovers torment taco?” I stayed put and let a couple more tacos come flying from the driver’s window; lettuce exploding into the air like Mexican hand-grenades as each one slammed to the pavement. Then watched in horror as the Shock and Awe completed and  they sped away. The only thing that really gets hurt when you fight with your spouse are the Tacos.
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Fuzzy and I went to the Auto Show on Saturday. He ran straight for the Ram Trucks while I wandered around the Dodge/Chrysler section. Eventually getting into a 2010 Dodge Avenger, mostly because I needed to sit down for awhile and thought nobody would bother me inside an Avenger.  When I got in I looked over and spotted a camera on the passenger seat. Being a good fag, I picked it up and snapped some glamour shots. Then sat the camera back down and went to find Fuzz drooling over his Big Horn, Dodge truck. Let’s fast forward two hours. We’re sitting in the Audi S5 when a Chrysler salesman comes up to me, all excited.

“Sir I’m glad I found you! Did someone in your party lose a camera?”

“Nope.” I say.

He looks down at my pursed lips on the cameras screen.

“Yeah, sorry.” I say as I turn to catch up to Fuzzy.

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I think I’m going to start a new site and call it HOW TO GET BLOCKED ON GRINDR.

A guy hit me up with the opener “Ai, Papi! You're huge, You Latino cuz you lookit."  To which I responded “Well, I’ve had some Latino in me. “
No response.

Another guy hit me up with “Dude you’re huge! Gotz other pics?” So I sent him a photo of John Goodman.
No response.

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I watched the movie For a Lost Soldier last night in my ongoing quest to watch every Gay foreign film on the planet. Wow. What a haunting and disturbing movie. If you became sexually aware at a young age like me you might want to think about this film.

Now, let's start the week shall we?

Friday, April 9, 2010

FOUR EYES!


Do boys make passes at guys with iPhones and glasses?

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

!!!

Crazy...





That's a lot of exclamation points. I wonder what they were selling? Stereos I guess. 

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

WAITING FOR THE DOCTOR

I’ve found myself cut off from the world this week. Well…. The nerd world anyway. The new series of Doctor Who premiered last Saturday in the UK. This is the premier of the new Doctor played my Matt Smith and the new TARDIS design. We here in the states do not get the premier episode until next Saturday the 17th. Stupid BBC America, do they have to ship the film via the RMS Lusitania?



Around Three PM, Mountain Standard Time last Saturday the Facebook updates and texts stated to roll into my iPhone. “Oh my God! It’s amazing.” Can you believe they did blah…blah….blah. (That’s when I covered my iPhone screen.) The blogs and twittery things started to buzz. BBC1 radio started to talk about it just this morning.

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A couple of mates in the UK sent me links to see the episode in its entirety. I thanked them but, I just got to see it on the old Boob Tube. Or flat panel LCD screen. So, this week I’m just waiting. Trying to not hear anything. How have I been passing the time? Watching Resurrection of the Daleks because I like to see Tegan leave over and over. Fuzzy and I are also passing the time by watching the last five episodes of season eight of Dallas. Because nothing major happens there. No.

*Stevie rocks back and forth*

“Just gotta wait. Just gotta wait. You’ll see it. Then you’ll be okay. Just gotta wait.”

Monday, April 5, 2010

FLASH! Then gone.

Day by day the rut can get deeper. Then those little things happen that make you so damn happy you feel like you’re going to burst.

My morning commute is long and most of the year, dark. I listen to a lot of music to pass the time and to wake up doing 60 on the highway. Along most of my commute the Denver light-rail runs alongside the highway. Zipping other commuters to start their day. Every day I think of those trains. How they’ve been a recent addition to Denver, yet seem completely permanent.

At a certain point the entire system, the highway and the rail line curves. In these early mornings when it’s just me and my satellite radio, if I time it just right, I can curve around the bend neck and neck with a rushing train. On these morning trains there’s a link where the train’s tail reaches up and touches the overhead electric line, reaching up to get their power. On random mornings and on certain times the train’s link hits the power line on this curve and lets out an eruption of sparks.

This to me is amazing and awe inspiring. The flash, the shower of sparks then gone.

What seems to be an eternity ago, I was in San Francisco. I went with my boyfriend at the time. On that trip I found myself spending what seemed like hours standing on the corner of 18th and Castro. Standing there watching the overhead streetcar lines. Waiting for a car to come along and flash a shower of sparks. When one would finally erupt I would gaze upon it like seeing the moon for the first time. One of life’s amazing moments.

That trip was a turning point in my life, the last trip before my boyfriend died and last time we spent quality time not worrying about the virus that was ripping his body apart.

When I see the flash of spark like lightning next to my car on my mundane commute I see a perfect moment in the Castro on a cool evening with someone I’ll never get to see again.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

EASTER

I love Easter, Jesus returned from North America to freak out his Mom and his Girlfriend. We celebrate this by eating ham and anthropomorphizing bunnies.


Fuzzy and I decorated our Easter eggs today and placed them into our basket. You know, when you get older you Easter treats change.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

STEVIE WANT!

I really want this poster!




You can buy it here.