Stories from a man who fails to meet media expectations of what it means to be gay:
white, frivolous, over sexed yet sexless, shrill, single, stylish, a clown, unimportant, et al.

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I had the day off which is good, because I think I might be getting sick. I started sneezing this afternoon, which has me a little worried. John seems to have gotten over his cold, but he wasn�t sneezing, just coughing, so I don�t think I've caught it from him. Anyway, the weekend:

Sat 11/04/00 was an ok day. Kristen came over and we did �stuff.� We first went to a Japanese bookstore in Little Tokyo to look for some manga and anime books. Well, she looked for �em, I looked at a few, but I mainly spent time looking at art books and funky illustrated cookbooks. Afterwards we had lunch at a noodle joint near the bookstore. Kristen told me that she got and watched the third season of Utena and the movie version as well. Apparently the cartoon gets a lot more �adult� in the later episodes. We're going to have to schedule another anime night.

After lunch, we drove up into Pasadena to catch a movie at Hastings Ranch. We ended up seeing an afternoon showing of Bedazzled. It was an ok movie, well actually it was just a flick. It was funny for the most part, but it did seem to missing any soul (unintended pun I guess). What I mean to say is that while it wasn�t bad per say, it did seem a bit too slick and formula. I saw the original version ages and ages ago late one Saturday night on PBS when I was a teenager. I really don�t remember much of it other than the nun scenes, but I do remember enjoying it a lot more than this version. Kristen�s one sentence review was that it needed a lot more Elizabeth Hurghly. As cute as I think Brenden Fraiser is, I think Kristen had a good point. Ms. Hurghly seemed to be enjoying herself playing the devil, while he seemed kinda plastic. So I guess my review of the flick is that it�s worth a rental, maybe a matinee.

I spent Saturday night online searching around for yet another journal to read and perhaps follow. What I found was a lot of teen anguish. I hated being a teenager and I wasn�t really in the mood to reminisce. My early twenties were fun, if kinda rocky emotionally and my mid and late twenties were pleasant enough if not overly exciting. I think I'm enjoying my thirties best of all so far. How�s that for random topic switching/rambling. Anyway, I didn�t really find anything new, but I did did manage to catch up on some archives of Journals I have been following. One of these days I�ll get organized enough to put together a ubiquitous links page.

Sun 11/05/00 went by rather quickly. John�s parents came up with one of the nephews and we all went to the Flea Market at PCC (Pasadena City College). Normally I would head straight over to the plant guy and buy something before all the good plants were gone, but since I was sure that lunch would be part of the plan for today, I decided that I didn�t want to deal with leaving something living in the car. So instead we walked about at a fairly leisurely pace, and John�s dad added to his Pez collection. As usual the crowd was something like 30% gay. Lots of male couples and groups of friends walking around searching for finds an scores, and then there was us, just another mixed race gay couple walking around with a kid and the in-laws. Just shows how large the Queer population is in and around Pasadena.

Ty started the day out fine, but decided to have a crying fit over some �spensive vintage army men that we were not buying for him. Not a full on tantrum, but still very trying. He was in a strange grumpy �I'm three almost four years old and I never get what I want � mood after he stopped crying, which John�s mom blamed on some cold medicine she had given him early that morning. Pero dios, he was being a total pill. His mood I could normally deal with, but later in the day I started getting the beginnings of a hunger headache and well, to say the least I was not a happy camper.

Young Ty�s gun fixation was also bothering me a lot today. I�ve been waiting two years now for it to end, but everything that ends up in his hands still manages to turn into a �gun� which he constantly shoots at imaginary monsters. At least he doesn�t �shoot� people anymore. I know that in our culture it�s an accepted little boy phase, but being the nice little liberal that I am, it totally bugs the sh*t outta me.

Lunch was at The Good Earth up in Hastings Ranch. I rarely go up there anymore, now all of a sudden, I'm there twice in two days. Thinking about it now, maybe Tyler�s behavior was drug related. He barely ate any of his food and he normally eats like a horse, even when sick.

By the time we got back home it was almost three and I was exhausted. My original plan had been to get some gardening done after the flea market, but all I ended up doing was taking a nap.

Today I did manage to get some work done out back. I�ve continued clearing and leveling under the left walnut and I also started leveling out the jamboree (as to why I call a clearing in the back yard the jamboree, it�s a long story I'll tell another time). I stopped working when I started a sneezing fit. As I wrote earlier, I'm worried I'm getting sick. I ended up taking yet another nap and then rewatching Relax...It�s just Sex. It was a movie that I had intended to see in the theaters but never got around to. John bought the dvd and this is the fourth or fifth time I've watched it. I guess you could say I like it.

Jet is being extremely annoying right now. He�s wandering around the house meowing at the top of his lungs, either complaining that he�s being ignored or that he�s hungry. The later probably, it�s almost feeding time. Of course being Jet, he�s just gonna snub his special vet food when John or I do end up feeding him. His sister Babe hates the stuff as well, but at least she doesn�t go around demanding to be fed.

Well, I better close this off now to deal with cat food.

more later, nico

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