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 think I've written this before

Everything was going really well at work this week. I was leading meetings, holding hearings, training staff, answering questions and actually giving the right answers. I was walking the walk and talking the talk. I was very "on." Unfortunately, I suddenly realized this on Wednesday. Once I started to think about it, I started to get worried. Once I got worried, I started feeling that something was going to go wrong. I spent most of Wednesday afternoon waiting for the other shoe to drop (I think I've used that phrase before).

Truth is, I'm a worrywart. I'm not content with just letting things flow, I seem to have a need to worry about something. Big or small, doesn't seem to really matter. Big time character flaw I guess. Well, maybe not so big. I'm a lot better then I used to be, but every so often, the old habit kicks in and I get grim and pessimistic. Problem is, things are fairly easy for me when I let 'em be. I just don't always let life be that simple. Oh well, something else to worry about.

The weather seems to have remembered that is only spring and not full on summer yet. Meaning that it has cooled down considerably the past week and that it has even rained a little. OK, less rain more light mist, but still wet never the less (I think I've used that before as well). Anyway, one of the consequences of the cooler weather has been fewer cute guys in shorts wandering about the land. Shucks.

Cetacean sexual habits is still the most common search subject leading folk here (I Know I've definitely written about this before). Make a casual offhand remark about one visit to Sea World and you get lumped into a strange mixture of dry biology sites and um, less dry bestiality sites. Ick.

I didn't watch the first season of survivor and I only watched the first couple of episodes of this season. I stopped watching because it just really wasn't that interesting.

The only reason I'm mentioning this now is because John told me that the contestants ran out of food on the last episode, so the producers had to figure out a way to work giving the contestants food into the game.

I'm finding this funny for some perverse reason.

Yes, I'm a bad person.

Music wise, I've been in an oddball mood this week, so the soundtrack to my life has included far to much Pizzicato Five, Fatboy Slim, assorted Ska collections and old Boingo. The things that John puts up with.

I've been wanting to change the the site around a bit, but I can't quite decide what to change. The biggest thing would be to improve the content and editing. Well, that ain't happening, at least not anytime soon. I was thinking more in the line of changing the colors, or layout, or adding graphics, or adding thingamabobs, or possibly even bells and whistles, or something.

Anyway, if anyone has suggestions, I'd love some input.

So thanks y gracias.

More later,

nico

p.s. I did change one thing. I added the obligatory short bio. sort of.

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