tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107609552024-03-07T20:52:58.225-05:00The Extraordinarily Unexciting Lives Of Bubala, Mumi & MaxJust some thoughts and insights from the lives of two gay men and their dog living together somewhere in Mid-Atlantic States of America...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger406125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-43717323089624627532013-02-17T21:38:00.003-05:002013-02-17T21:38:57.096-05:00Peep...Changes...<br />
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Everything always changes.<br />
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One minute, you're sitting on the sofa with your dog, watching Family Guy and the next minute, your dog is dead and you're sitting on the sofa with your new dog watching Family Guy.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-53106818379541544052009-12-21T23:51:00.004-05:002009-12-22T00:38:54.067-05:00I Am Also (Not) A Rock<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudjkwGAebceka2tULNPAih0RW-sWHWPdDO9ZnSqvkZH2lDsaQjBxryz2hx2-aC5dQML-m-rYKSuPRp9EOcI6kmHcHa9AdlxDX4DalmFWizw9iwQ4sgq2VCmAGbPP-dGOzyyl4/s1600-h/12220901.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudjkwGAebceka2tULNPAih0RW-sWHWPdDO9ZnSqvkZH2lDsaQjBxryz2hx2-aC5dQML-m-rYKSuPRp9EOcI6kmHcHa9AdlxDX4DalmFWizw9iwQ4sgq2VCmAGbPP-dGOzyyl4/s400/12220901.jpg" alt="Rocks" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417930607392869746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sometimes, things happen<br />Things that I do not even pretend to understand<br />Things that leave me wondering<br />Why people sometimes come and go<br />Without so much as an explanation?<br />Shining with me on a Sunday<br />Only to be missing by Monday morning<br />Never to be seen again<br />Never to share a smile again<br />Or to reminisce about something<br />That we once had in common<br />Nothing<br />Nothing significant at all<br />Only a few fading feelings<br />Happiness turning slowly<br />Breaking<br />Crumbling away<br />Like so many other stone walls<br />Into piles of pebbles, dirt and dust<br />Crunching under my footsteps<br />As I trudge onward<br />In search of another wall<br />To lean my worn and weary frame upon<br />And when I think about it too much<br />Which I always do<br />I remember with great melancholy<br />That I may not be a boulder<br />But, then again<br />I am also (not) a rockUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-55447354130314303242009-08-07T21:13:00.002-05:002009-08-07T21:16:36.687-05:00Unnatural & Possibly Perverted Obsession With Utility Poles In The Early Twilight Hours<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dGicRGHB9kcEyrjILCFyseOXN6inOJMy3aSlWBb702QpapnXqJdqSDe_eDKgXyqy4zHBehO3FDjb4K1xnqA8DAsu3fyslV4e9ZbD7sEhD_3bJjpDTYfgKAQEY0WMEz_49iO2/s1600-h/08070906.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0cvgSxoU8CDwXOGnurOHA_vBpYn0Dju1B7fcF7dTuLoD2_mSMkbuD-jFmz6CVYmJQUDrAeat_PYeEveWvRD5OO5JC7fDorrdoVA5Z5CV4Uhz8PlF7Zb8-2rKUOnTGyjov-J6/s400/08030901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365828519566701346" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-9195169772379809292009-02-27T23:14:00.003-05:002009-02-28T00:00:55.915-05:00Contemplating Existence...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsGsay2vv6PMRJMIOQraW4Msx-GDxECjragdQ5iT-jw_iI7U5Vxb_wk-FVXBczVf5NON-Xq8eQ-GGSjMwu4mViAJQqtbvrTvgEBYbaitOSYcfWNfdZfUC_yqzrcgSsExl8nBP/s1600-h/02270901.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsGsay2vv6PMRJMIOQraW4Msx-GDxECjragdQ5iT-jw_iI7U5Vxb_wk-FVXBczVf5NON-Xq8eQ-GGSjMwu4mViAJQqtbvrTvgEBYbaitOSYcfWNfdZfUC_yqzrcgSsExl8nBP/s400/02270901.jpg" border="0" alt="Existence?"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307708307858421298" /></a><br /><br />Everything exists at the same exact time. While I am typing this right now, you were somewhere else doing something else at the same exact time. And now, you are here reading this while I am somewhere else doing something else at the same exact time.<br /><br />Everything is happening now. Only the now never stays the same. So, even though we were just each doing something different at exactly the same time, we are now both doing something else. Each of us in our own separate spaces, existing and interacting with space and time at the exact same moment. Influencing our environments in sometimes significant and other times insignificant ways.<br /><br />Now, this all feeds into a recurring thought of mine. A belief that there is not only one world. In fact, as many people as there are in this world, that is how many worlds there are as well. There is my world which is not the same as your world which is not the same as anyone else's world. If there are six billion, three hundred seventy-five million, four hundred twenty-nine thousand, two hundred forty-three people in the world, then there are also six billion, three hundred seventy-five million, four hundred twenty-nine thousand, two hundred forty-three different and distinct worlds.<br /><br />Even with all those different worlds, however, we are all completely alone at the same exact time that we are all together. Existing in our solitary spaces, manipulating the props around us. Affecting the Universe in our tiny little way. Spinning around in our orbits. Sometimes in bigger circles. Sometimes in smaller circles. Sometimes even in overlapping circles, but always in circles. Always chasing our tails. Always trying to get ahead of ourselves. Always trying to be the first in line. Always trying to get the last doughnut. Always feeling empty. Always feeling alone.<br /><br />Always existing and, sometimes, even contemplating why?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-87689349693012517172009-02-21T23:33:00.003-05:002009-02-21T23:52:37.088-05:00Disappear...Ever notice how people sometimes just disappear?<br /><br />I do.<br /><br />I often wonder why they went away? I wonder where did they go? I wonder if they're ever coming back? I wonder if they're doing okay? I wonder if they need anything? I wonder if they hate me? I wonder if they hate someone else? I wonder if it was something I said, but I realize that it was more likely <i>someone</i> I said. Someone that I brought into your world. Someone not so pleasing to you. Someone not so pleasing to me. Someone else. Someone.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-1x9VZDMEjz2dd8b4gQQH4zhNH9oOJDbTk7G0kflUpWWZNSPr_apKmXRrMeYZ3DIdzZd5arT71dHjYZeHyc39S1ByOJ-msgviT6_KTHwu5RoF7UYRGXkH6auy4HGZJqLnwdx/s1600-h/02220901.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-1x9VZDMEjz2dd8b4gQQH4zhNH9oOJDbTk7G0kflUpWWZNSPr_apKmXRrMeYZ3DIdzZd5arT71dHjYZeHyc39S1ByOJ-msgviT6_KTHwu5RoF7UYRGXkH6auy4HGZJqLnwdx/s400/02220901.jpg" border="0" alt="Gone Daddy Gone!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305479876826014898" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-46565694826125842932009-02-19T23:27:00.003-05:002009-02-19T23:50:31.864-05:00Slow Train ComingIt's time to say something. If for no other reason, than to occupy the nothingness.<br /><br />It's cold and windy. 25.7 degrees Fahrenheit.<br /><br />I miss the summer. I miss warm days. I miss hiking. I miss bike riding. I especially miss riding roller coasters.<br /><br />I want my summer sunshine back!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4Xwg0YxoZrW5fkuQCWRWXZfEhRQqJoOCA-5_CAoxHMWA4iGnXkHpgMTVCt-fhtP70JIuLuN_eAf0uun716o2tMCiVaB5leaj1TuvukRjkwTMe7UvSpuCsCDl0mmAu-hyqJK0/s1600-h/02190901.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4Xwg0YxoZrW5fkuQCWRWXZfEhRQqJoOCA-5_CAoxHMWA4iGnXkHpgMTVCt-fhtP70JIuLuN_eAf0uun716o2tMCiVaB5leaj1TuvukRjkwTMe7UvSpuCsCDl0mmAu-hyqJK0/s400/02190901.jpg" border="0" alt="Sunshine!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304737311839011954" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-70280387159255312432008-12-09T09:51:00.004-05:002008-12-09T10:08:09.079-05:00¡Yo quiero Taco Bell!What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the middle of a Taco Bell restaurant surrounded by a large group of Mormons?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2Mu969pm3ai2YfAovwaJPMmgM6ZKQSxiEM55MrgyXohx3OJB5tp3-az_2IQoiRnuJkMvb3QWJRc6z2wuMgiNrtuHdL6LyqEjpJQL_Csr10YyW0PtobYLcjzUmGVIH4Qtc-LO/s1600-h/12090801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2Mu969pm3ai2YfAovwaJPMmgM6ZKQSxiEM55MrgyXohx3OJB5tp3-az_2IQoiRnuJkMvb3QWJRc6z2wuMgiNrtuHdL6LyqEjpJQL_Csr10YyW0PtobYLcjzUmGVIH4Qtc-LO/s400/12090801.jpg" border="0" alt="Mormons give me diarrhea too!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277807015347128130" /></a><br /><br />They were all there with their Jesus name tags on and their shiny black bibles in hand.<br /><br />I was there with Mumi.<br /><br />So many thoughts flooded through my mind. So many things that I would have liked to have done or said to them. I got this grand picture in my head of how I would calmly walk up to them, after I was finished with my meal, and I would just start making out with Mumi right there. Right in front of them. Tongue and all! Or, maybe I would come up with some brilliant and clever thing to say about how they may have won this round, but the fight was not over yet and how eventually these two butt bangin' homos would be able to get married and that there was nothing they could do to stop the inevitable. Then, for good measure, I might flip them the bird or grab my crotch or grab Mumi's crotch or whatever.<br /><br />Yeah, that would have been cool all right.<br /><br />But, instead, when I was done with my meal, I got up and walked quietly past the Mormons, right out the front door and I got into my truck and I drove home.<br /><br />And, for that, I am ashamed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-75663130277515222062008-12-04T14:22:00.004-05:002008-12-04T14:36:06.123-05:00MILF'sThere are no MILF's in my life....<br /><br />There maybe, might be a DILF or two...<br /><br />But, there are certainly plenty of GATGILF's!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHyNeitU7oKNJlaTvsdJ0vdsykoua0DJu1cS-NZ6_13xGC3ewewfVkItoIOTb_HzswQIVs0Tq4z6dnaSGJ8HSC9PFL00RuKMq-nYMWuWc6kzXZFuoKyLOG6Uh3-YJFCwYJFezX/s1600-h/12040801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHyNeitU7oKNJlaTvsdJ0vdsykoua0DJu1cS-NZ6_13xGC3ewewfVkItoIOTb_HzswQIVs0Tq4z6dnaSGJ8HSC9PFL00RuKMq-nYMWuWc6kzXZFuoKyLOG6Uh3-YJFCwYJFezX/s400/12040801.jpg" border="0" alt="Guys At The Gym I'd Like To F***"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276020248221146146" /></a><br /><br />Yeah, I saw you checking out my junk today while I was on the elliptical trainer. And, yes, it was just a little bit tighter in my workout shorts today. Thanks to you...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-9894820515647933332008-10-28T23:04:00.003-05:002008-10-28T23:30:43.772-05:00Just Say No!<a href="http://www.mombian.com/2008/10/24/join-us-for-write-to-marry-day/"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-U-mlZYJpSX5SJmS8RAWTqhR-FW-l56E7KKcbA4EbC4Lt5mj5vjf8ib0UOs6KGrPOpjiIcWXgqBDiW1y07kfPSYu2b7MrKSMEy7wYwTZ7w80MnQ_QMjiQgQxFuWxH8i7a5DB/s400/write_to_marry_day_300x250.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262422046094407378" /></a><br /><br />I have been with my beautiful Bald Monkey for 12 years, 5 months, 12 days, 6 hours and 8 minutes. In that same amount of time, my brothers have been married a total of five times between the two of them.<br /><br />I'm not greedy. I'll settle for one marriage in my lifetime.<br /><br />If you live someplace where you can make a difference, then please do the right thing and make your vote be against intolerance and discrimination.<br /><br />In California, <A HREF="https://secure.ga4.org/01/equalityforall?source=towle">vote no on Proposition 8</A>.<br /><br />In Florida, <A HREF="http://www.votenoflorida.org/">vote no on Amendment 2</A>.<br /><br />In Arizona, <A HREF="http://www.votenoprop102.com/web/index.php">vote no on Proposition 102... again</A>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-28439438610524615402008-10-01T20:40:00.004-05:002008-10-01T20:52:04.243-05:00Crabby!At first, I felt a little sad for the cute little crabbies. I mean they were just crawling around, along the bottom of the Severn River, eating rotting dead things when they came across this great chicken neck smorgasbord. As they were chowing down on the chicken necks, suddenly there was a loud clang, and the doors closed up around them. Then, whoosh! They were hoisted up out of the water and dropped into my bushel basket.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbZ1roFSdYiiHTQ6cPYBy2mMU_aj3OULXUvcXXrwDcsYOU7-pkAGrA36kLtis77XDI19reJP0MHh-TmqoY-hsTmR5e_qVdCN_DdyToIGmJby31mvzeJikCcYeEaQ4J9zwa6Di/s1600-h/10010801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbZ1roFSdYiiHTQ6cPYBy2mMU_aj3OULXUvcXXrwDcsYOU7-pkAGrA36kLtis77XDI19reJP0MHh-TmqoY-hsTmR5e_qVdCN_DdyToIGmJby31mvzeJikCcYeEaQ4J9zwa6Di/s400/10010801.jpg" border="0" alt="Poor little crabbies!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252366913023698770" /></a><br /><br />Poor little crabbies!<br /><br />And, then I tasted them...<br /><br />Um... Screw you, you stupid little crabbies! You're my dinner now! Suffer in that steam! Cook faster! Cook faster! I must have you in my belly! Now!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1YHf6IDW2bk9AKxAXA3XGmbTEC6s2ySUA36Vrm2ZBFq0gFRphkIWb-i5DqT66YgXVzq3iltgV7f0uaZQaMVhvZP_WjyzcFKHkQ6sE3Ww7p9yuhAFyJXI4C6C6wy0ve7ryrIr/s1600-h/10010802.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1YHf6IDW2bk9AKxAXA3XGmbTEC6s2ySUA36Vrm2ZBFq0gFRphkIWb-i5DqT66YgXVzq3iltgV7f0uaZQaMVhvZP_WjyzcFKHkQ6sE3Ww7p9yuhAFyJXI4C6C6wy0ve7ryrIr/s400/10010802.jpg" border="0" alt="Delicious little crabbies!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252367357392143922" /></a><br /><br />Mmmmmm.... Delicious little crabbies!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-42476008811801353002008-09-27T18:48:00.002-05:002008-09-27T19:16:32.976-05:00Manly!See! Sometimes I actually do manly things...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6_xwgG2frqiI4cE2xg57CTofv5zYOAvsAbg7cbLsjx49jfUn2Q97Y5GV2jz8Xjv3_psydExakGqvNcYDnmdhyhDHo30LcDD_ju8P8PHqQwDJeHeVqZjJSHEYuEQutpAS_Dla/s1600-h/09270801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6_xwgG2frqiI4cE2xg57CTofv5zYOAvsAbg7cbLsjx49jfUn2Q97Y5GV2jz8Xjv3_psydExakGqvNcYDnmdhyhDHo30LcDD_ju8P8PHqQwDJeHeVqZjJSHEYuEQutpAS_Dla/s400/09270801.jpg" border="0" alt="Jack is hammering!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250852462706180306" /></a><br /><br />In anticipation of having a huge tree removed, I decided to bust up the sidewalk a little bit. I started out using a sledgehammer to break up the concrete, but that proved to be just a tad too <STRIKE>heavy</STRIKE> manly for me. So, I went on up to the local Homo Depot and rented me one of them there jackhammers!<br /><br />Now, keep in mind that I had absolutely no prior experience using a jackhammer. I had never even seen one in real life before, much less used one. I had heard some stories though, so I figured it'd be easy enough to figure out. And it was... Well, for the most part it was!<br /><br />The first time I turned the thing on, it busted straight though the pavement and went down in the ground about a foot deep before I thought to let go of the trigger switch to turn it off. I also bounced it across the sidewalk a few times, shot some rocks into the air and into Mumi's unprotected eyes and even managed to almost drill through my shoes (and my feet) once or twice during the whole project.<br /><br />Eventually though, I mastered the fine art of jacking off... er, jackhammering. I managed to bust up as much sidewalk as I thought was necessary to allow the tree men to get their job done successfully without beating myself up too much during the whole process.<br /><br />Turns out, however, that the tree men didn't really need my help after all. They could have taken down the tree just the same with or without a sidewalk there next to it. So, I guess I totally busted up my sidewalk for no reason whatsoever.<br /><br />Oh well, it made me feel manly enough. Even if only for a few brief, but excitingly vibrating moments.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-11544656155542535402008-09-23T11:01:00.005-05:002008-09-23T11:17:12.967-05:00Hey Mumi! What Did You Do On Your Summer Vacation?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5TM1z_Rul4okUCGAEq_nz34KOJUwPIQ0JodxKpZiNW2RS7O6jtOcqFkSnn0D4Kvaeh7b5W7HSFV3wXwiINEtDT53ya4VSOpVGpkLDWR9JYC4jJPrcxEywgk1rjZg1LZJFH_L/s1600-h/09190803.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5TM1z_Rul4okUCGAEq_nz34KOJUwPIQ0JodxKpZiNW2RS7O6jtOcqFkSnn0D4Kvaeh7b5W7HSFV3wXwiINEtDT53ya4VSOpVGpkLDWR9JYC4jJPrcxEywgk1rjZg1LZJFH_L/s320/09190803.jpg" border="0" alt="That about sums it up!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248154466087490" /></a><br /><br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> So, Mumi, you've had a pretty busy summer, haven't you? Are you glad to be back at school? <br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Well, I'm not actually in school any more.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Oh. Okay then. What did you do on your summer vacation?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Oh, lot's of stuff. You know... bike rides, concerts, amusement parks, the beach.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Really? Care to elaborate on those a little bit more? <I>(The Bald Monkey lights up a reefer and inhales deeply.)</I><br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Well, last spring we went down to Orlando to catch one of the early shows on the 2008 Rush tour. We had 5th row tickets. Harry Satchel, the chicken guy and that new action figure I want for Christmas so much all played a great show. We also ran into John Wesley, the second guitarist from Porcupine Tree. He was surprised to see us there. The next day, Bubala and I went to Universal Studios, and I got to meet Curious George and The Man with the Yellow Hat. Then, we saw the Blue Man Group later that evening.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6LYPkMKl-ndOjmCUAiKas8WGuyinDwfYuXfa4SNCNxuIS70fU9pz91LBwZ0TaCA25MScmdgWkb6x_eAYqIBhSlsiSWYOO-09hiCPGZcly4ps4zp5CAUZoaxTTq7hFNVzX6PmC/s1600-h/09190805.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6LYPkMKl-ndOjmCUAiKas8WGuyinDwfYuXfa4SNCNxuIS70fU9pz91LBwZ0TaCA25MScmdgWkb6x_eAYqIBhSlsiSWYOO-09hiCPGZcly4ps4zp5CAUZoaxTTq7hFNVzX6PmC/s320/09190805.jpg" border="0" alt="Harry Satchel"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248158395887378" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-xBAgcxuFHJRzmkBQymKu8CDvqhMqKtjZ2gftidBwXJd-ENTfQzeNWJBh72RNtmzVIyMnJNUnULsVjpdeYMVhfmk0L0HMOZeFcuHc4vCirDOdjqAbu38VnlrYeCFvazaO7HP/s1600-h/09190809.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-xBAgcxuFHJRzmkBQymKu8CDvqhMqKtjZ2gftidBwXJd-ENTfQzeNWJBh72RNtmzVIyMnJNUnULsVjpdeYMVhfmk0L0HMOZeFcuHc4vCirDOdjqAbu38VnlrYeCFvazaO7HP/s320/09190809.jpg" border="0" alt="Chicken Man!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248299129102834" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQuzdPS5k6XwwBNFRSn6u6IpEhvi5gUSFgH2E2REgYkJ8BY70RbqWhT5hsgpHymHIWHUbvzo1SzOfE-xKEbPXXZKG8R0zWFWZUn2qTlBaFjfKQqAByITN5bbdSfN-9OiVsBOV/s1600-h/09190812.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQuzdPS5k6XwwBNFRSn6u6IpEhvi5gUSFgH2E2REgYkJ8BY70RbqWhT5hsgpHymHIWHUbvzo1SzOfE-xKEbPXXZKG8R0zWFWZUn2qTlBaFjfKQqAByITN5bbdSfN-9OiVsBOV/s320/09190812.jpg" border="0" alt="Neil Peart Action Figure Rocks!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248369679006530" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmw7_rC3N96yp2xpnWFzyBS73cYgxUwI7a3Gglinz0MWZ543C6Vjd_9ZzgIKjsuwihiMrtK58gSEFAAh0zxcd5Xiq24dSQtG5wgAMC7uYQdmY3bfPUWKEYAnrsIkNEUVWTKCxb/s1600-h/09190810.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmw7_rC3N96yp2xpnWFzyBS73cYgxUwI7a3Gglinz0MWZ543C6Vjd_9ZzgIKjsuwihiMrtK58gSEFAAh0zxcd5Xiq24dSQtG5wgAMC7uYQdmY3bfPUWKEYAnrsIkNEUVWTKCxb/s320/09190810.jpg" border="0" alt="OMG! Curious George!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248298378980642" /></a><br /><br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Interesting.<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Then, in May, we saw The B-52s at The 9:30 Club and Duran Duran at Merriweather.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggeGAyfwx6cwQJKzabzoHZX9lVBQawhUQDgw-YcxiglkDj-6ybm3VKFevnwedNHJ1dc4E-QtQZ719BZAkP-2Vb9ICIu4QUM-LJJrRZKlKWr-DzlCEpniKM9bP4xUjfiTc6h_vg/s1600-h/09190811.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggeGAyfwx6cwQJKzabzoHZX9lVBQawhUQDgw-YcxiglkDj-6ybm3VKFevnwedNHJ1dc4E-QtQZ719BZAkP-2Vb9ICIu4QUM-LJJrRZKlKWr-DzlCEpniKM9bP4xUjfiTc6h_vg/s320/09190811.jpg" border="0" alt="The B-52's"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248371239985074" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgarDfDuSQW_E2YqOngMzaFWPOsFQqBnythie5jAygZCEDhK1f3IT7BDF4vvl-Kj7rxXc9OBCB3M6Zp8UtHgwU2FTKNL03xB5yzM5Zx2UbGEcvZQj05eh9XIOX-2I6DD3wgretl/s1600-h/09190808.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgarDfDuSQW_E2YqOngMzaFWPOsFQqBnythie5jAygZCEDhK1f3IT7BDF4vvl-Kj7rxXc9OBCB3M6Zp8UtHgwU2FTKNL03xB5yzM5Zx2UbGEcvZQj05eh9XIOX-2I6DD3wgretl/s320/09190808.jpg" border="0" alt="Duran Duran"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248298691928802" /></a><br /><br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> How nice for you. <I>(...exhale of smoke...)</I><br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Then, in early June, we saw the True Colors tour as it swung through DC. I got VIP meet and greet 2nd row tickets for Bubala as an early birthday present. So, we got our pictures taken with Cyndi Lauper.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6aPW3k0s4-yqi5cVb3h1JHw5pY60TWXN7Q8wnjeSWxvcONwiSC1ZJmAVjZ5VaxRCqZ0qsj4lR40rYJyWZCHUDxFJUdve2_OrTNjw-ob8k_OlNiWfhuGgdfN4nzTN9_vukxT2/s1600-h/09190807.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6aPW3k0s4-yqi5cVb3h1JHw5pY60TWXN7Q8wnjeSWxvcONwiSC1ZJmAVjZ5VaxRCqZ0qsj4lR40rYJyWZCHUDxFJUdve2_OrTNjw-ob8k_OlNiWfhuGgdfN4nzTN9_vukxT2/s320/09190807.jpg" border="0" alt="Cyndi!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248295067579522" /></a><br /><br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> How was that? Was Cyndi just the adorable little Betty Boop character that she always is?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> The show was great. The B-52's were awesome again. Carson Kressley tried to get me to go back to his hotel room with him. (Yucko!) Fred Schneider kept eyeing me over and pointing at me and saying things like "There's the G-spot! Pull the car over!" <br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> And Cyndi? What about Cyndi?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Well, we got our picture taken with her, but she seemed a little too high strung for me to hang out with though. <br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Oh? A bit of a Beeyatch?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Yeah. Then, later that month we made our way up to Philly to see Rush. We didn't realize until we were there that Jimmy Buffett was playing a show at the same time in the football stadium right next to the hockey arena where Rush was playing. The parrotheads started partying at 8am so the party was in full swing with parrot hats and grass skirts and leis by the time we showed up. And, some of them were even nasty enough to say "Rush sucks!" as we walked by on our way to the show. After a three hour show, pumped up Rush fans exited the arena only to find out Jimmy Buffet fans got cheated out of an hour of their show because of rain! Ha Ha! To make it up to us for having to deal with asshole Jimmy Buffet fans, we were treated to an extended fireworks display (courtesy of Jimmy Buffett) as we made our way to our cars. Thanks Jimmy.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> All right!<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> We also took a few trips to Six Flags America which is really close to our home. We went to the Baltimore Gay Pride block party which seemed more like bring your straight friends to the Gay Pride day block party. We didn't stay too long. The next day, we made our way to The 9:30 Club the see Fish play an awesome show. It's been about 8 years since he's toured the US, and it was great to see him back in action. (To those of you unfamiliar with him, Fish is a big Scottish bear of a man who used to front Marillion in the 80's. He‘s now a solo music act and an English screen actor.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApGTg5mX8x4bx2gxg63tBe_Ow_RAiJaT6bYsGjxMFays-VeF4zcriNx2fBoZ9yiXn1UlP_gEc0dPktQ1-VYdufZ8feHyYu_EXExguUJ38M7InXNBt47V6S0vtE2pH49Xcen79/s1600-h/09190806.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApGTg5mX8x4bx2gxg63tBe_Ow_RAiJaT6bYsGjxMFays-VeF4zcriNx2fBoZ9yiXn1UlP_gEc0dPktQ1-VYdufZ8feHyYu_EXExguUJ38M7InXNBt47V6S0vtE2pH49Xcen79/s320/09190806.jpg" border="0" alt="The Other Fish"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248292471030338" /></a><br /><br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> I love Fish. He's like Sean Connery mixed with Henry Rollins mixed with strong vodka.<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Then, we went to Kennywood in Pittsburgh. It's a quaint little amusement park. One of the oldest in the country. We always have a good time there. That evening, Rush played a mind blowing show in Pittsburgh. The best of the 2008 tour, if you ask me. They may be old, but playing that kind of music together for 34 years can make for a band that is so tight, it's loose. Pittsburgh is also the city where Rush played their first gig with Neil Peart on their first ever major tour. There were lots of hardcore fans there like me.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Sounds Rockin' <I>(...exhale of smoke...)</I><br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> It was. In contrast though, the next Rush show we went to two days later was in Atlantic City on the 4th of July. The Trump Taj Mahal gave out the first ten rows of tickets to their customers (Not Rush fans!) who were drunk assholes who had no interest in Rush at all. They drank too much, picked fights, sat around and yawned, sat around and texted and fell asleep for three hours. All while this incredible burst of energy was in front of them and all around them. I was in the 15th row center for this one, and let's just say Atlantic City can't keep up with the Rush crowd.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Oh well. You roll the bones, eh? they can't all be great.<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> They are all great shows. The crowds sometimes leave a lot to be desired. Then, we went up to Sandy Hook, New Jersey to a nude beach up there. It was crowded, and there was this party going on where they were encouraging folks to come up and Limbo nude and there were some hot babes there (the girl kind) that were all body painted like in the 60's. I was quite comfortable naked. Bubala, on the other hand, had some trouble with his ever present raging boner, but there were enough huge guts, fat asses, dragging breasts, and sagging testicles to help to calm that thing down. We didn't get in the water. We just walked around and felt the sun and the summer breeze. Later that night, I went to my 40th Rush concert in Holmdel, New Jersey.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-G3aIzQgyYBvIa-dP72lXkZcUxXzRoavYSteYYk7RkvSB_BZp0T8JHoK5YmSLhyphenhyphenVXHwS2RlKdWi7cbwFF6au4haQ5pBlHUnDVPLJ7A5T1BQtRTD6p-q3M3GJlEPyXaAfWK2q/s1600-h/09190804.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-G3aIzQgyYBvIa-dP72lXkZcUxXzRoavYSteYYk7RkvSB_BZp0T8JHoK5YmSLhyphenhyphenVXHwS2RlKdWi7cbwFF6au4haQ5pBlHUnDVPLJ7A5T1BQtRTD6p-q3M3GJlEPyXaAfWK2q/s320/09190804.jpg" border="0" alt="Nude Beach!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248159661973490" /></a><br /><br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> 40 shows? Wow! Do you get a special badge for that?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> No. It's just another show. And, when you are talking about a band as old as Rush, there are plenty of folks out there that have seen 80, 90, 100 or more shows.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> I bet that they don't have girlfriends and that they live in their parents' basements.<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> How do you think they can afford all those tickets?<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Then what happened?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Then, Rush played their first US TV appearance in 33 years on the Colbert Report.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Really? <I>(...cough, cough...)</I><br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Yep! Stephen Colbert interviewed all three of them at the same time (something that never happens anymore) and they jammed on Tom Sawyer for 24 hours. It went on so long that Bubala and I went to Hersheypark, had a great time and then saw another three hour Rush concert. The first time I've ever seen them without a roof over my head. Fortunately, it didn't rain. Then, we came home and Rush finished up the song on the next evening's Colbert Report!<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Wow! Was that it for the Rush shows then?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Ha! Bubala wishes! No, there was one more show here at Nissan Pavilion and we had seats in trhe 4th row, center, right in front of Ged who sang all of the songs directly to me. At this show and at the Hershey show, the temperature was in the mid 90's. I probably sweated off 10 lbs at these two shows alone.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> So, the Rush tour was a lot of fun, huh? Was that it for concerts this summer?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> That was the last Rush show, but the next night, we made our way down to the 9:30 Club to see the Yaz(oo) reunion tour. Bubala is a big fan. I've been listening in one form or another since the early 80's. The show was very good. A lot of fun. In contrast though, I am still scratching my head thinking about the Rush shows where all of these straight guys are going crazy for a short skinny guy with a big nose. (Geddy Lee) And, at the Yaz(oo) concert, all these gay guys were going absolutely ape shit bananas for a huge hippotamus of a woman. (Alison Moyet) Each yields their own bit of musical magic but you'd think the gay guys would like the dude and the straight guys would like the woman.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Yeah. I don't quite get that one either. Hey, you want a hit man?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> No, I'm good. <br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> I can see a bunch of black dudes that like big butts digging Alyson Moyet, but I don't see Geddy Lee being Raging Stallion material.<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> No. I guess not.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Speaking of that, did you and Bubala get into any of that Main Monkey Business this summer? Come on Mumi, give us some dirt. Some tawdry tale of sweaty summer monkey sex?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Well, we did go up to Six Flags Great Adventure and had a wonderful time there. They have some great coasters there. My favorite is Nitro while Bubala prefers El Toro. Both are able to give you a feeling of euphoria similar to that of an orgasm. If you really want a tawdry tale though, through all of these trips, we played our now infamous game called “i-Pud.” Every time a song comes on the radio that is on your i-Pod, you have to pull your dick out. I have all the Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Beatles and Who songs on my i-Pod, so if Bubala finds a classic rock station, it's just a matter of time until they play one on my i-Pod. Turnabout is fair play though if we find an all 80's radio station. The thing is that Bubala doesn't ever want to stop playing the i-Pud game. Whenever we are just out at the mall and a song comes on, he'll say to me, "This song is on your i-Pod!"<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> <I>(...heavy breathing...)</I> So? Do you whip it out right there in the mall?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Ummm... no. So, the next thing we did was go to a going away party for our best buddy Greg. (The Bowie Cub)<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Where did he go away to?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> He was offered a job in Tampa, Florida. So, he packed up his boyfriend and moved down there where his folks are.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Good for him.<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Yeah, but we miss him a lot already. We've started accepting applications for a new best buddy.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Any good applicants yet?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> No. Nothing even close yet. Oh well! So, last month, I went by myself to see the reformed King Crimson in concert. <br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Are they on your i-Pod?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Yeah. Everything they've done. And, after almost 40 years, it piles up.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Do you want to go and listen to music?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Yeah. King Crimson was mind blowing. Tony Levin is back in the line-up playing bass and stick. Gavin Harrison from Porcupine Tree is playing drums with them too. <br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Who else is in the band this time?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Well, Robert Fripp is still leading on guitar and Adrian Belew is still singing and playing guitar and Pat Mastoletto is playing drums and percussion.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> So, is it true that there are more nerds at a King Crimson concert than at a Rush concert?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> There are more nerds at a King Crimson concert than at a Star Wars convention held at a science fair. The music is so intense though, so be afraid. In fact, you should be very afraid when the Crimson King raises his head.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Because it will make everyone go screaming into the hills with their fingers in their ears?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Not quite.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Just Bubala?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Yep!<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> So, then what did you do?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> We both had summer colds for Bubala's birthday. So, then the next week, we went to Dorney Park. And the following week, we headed south to Myrtle Beach and the brand new Hard Rock Park. It's a rock and roll dream world you know. They have a Led Zeppelin roller coaster. They have a Moody Blues 'Knights In White Satin' ride that is like taking a hit of acid and tripping out as you ride along. They have very cool shows. (And, we never go to shows at amusement parks!) And, Tra-La-La Tra-la La-La! The Banana Splits!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDNe0O7bqNxtbDj3smwAGx8Jxkpp5H69yfriDPJ9v-iPTR5f-frHKnuh9HzI3652b8W64ECZ72oc3NC1r1D-O2DzwT1lURP3A3birLLyqPVOVQmqn_v2k3j5gnX7DiPAluylx/s1600-h/09190802.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDNe0O7bqNxtbDj3smwAGx8Jxkpp5H69yfriDPJ9v-iPTR5f-frHKnuh9HzI3652b8W64ECZ72oc3NC1r1D-O2DzwT1lURP3A3birLLyqPVOVQmqn_v2k3j5gnX7DiPAluylx/s320/09190802.jpg" border="0" alt="Trippy!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248155976936322" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJyBaGbnxWn0vgnvWOEdG5FLoQ3m_G_uPrAj0GO-JwDqFPnihegrm5eeiQQ8JU7BP46G9RqCQ-QYt3lRYirGCfG6JyS1zLbQOFcbF6vpGN5iZbDQzwNYPNYyBqY2OEQDlTw2D/s1600-h/09190801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJyBaGbnxWn0vgnvWOEdG5FLoQ3m_G_uPrAj0GO-JwDqFPnihegrm5eeiQQ8JU7BP46G9RqCQ-QYt3lRYirGCfG6JyS1zLbQOFcbF6vpGN5iZbDQzwNYPNYyBqY2OEQDlTw2D/s320/09190801.jpg" border="0" alt="Tra La La!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249248150355889602" /></a><br /><br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Did you say The freaking Banana Splits?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Yes I did! And, they rocked us out big time!<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> You are so lucky. You know I always had a crush on Bingo.<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Yeah? You want to get down to some of that Main Monkey Business with him, huh?<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Oh, you know I do. <br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> We closed out the summer at a Labor day weekend party hosted by our gaybors, Paul and Norm. Norm has a very unusual collection of huge signs from the old buildings around the Baltimore area. Businesses take them down and give them to Norm and he restores them and decorates his back yard with them. Lots of the Leon's crowd showed up for the party as well as more gaybors from the Glen Burnie area. <br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> So, now that summer is gone, now what?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Well, it's still warm out and I'm still bike riding as much as I can. I am up to 278 rides around BWI airport. Now if each lap around the airport is 12 miles and the path leading from my house to the BWI loop is a mile how many miles have I ridden this year? Last year, I went around 315 times. Do you think I'll beat my record this year?<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Really. I'm no good with math man, but go for it. You still hitting the gym?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Yeah. Three or four times a week.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Any more trips planned?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> No. We have a few concerts left to see.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Who?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> We are going to go see Laurie Anderson up in Princeton, New Jersey. She's doing her new Homeland performance, and it doesn't look like she's going to play anywhere near Baltimore this year. <br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Cool. You know her and Lou Reed got hitched this year?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Yeah. It's about time. We are also going up to Philly to see Shudder To Think at the TLA. The following week, they are playing in DC at 9:30 Club. We will be at that show as well. Anyone care to join us?<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> Sure! I'll go. Can I bring Bingo from the Banana Splits?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Well, I guess. But, there's one thing that troubles me now.<br /><FONT COLOR=RED>The Bald Monkey:</FONT> And what is that?<br /><FONT COLOR=YELLOW>Mumi:</FONT> Now you know what I did last summer...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFgQdULRLIAj9HQhSDNaskuyjO-l-xARiARg7BtcgwXOPj-ephVFWXit_xSwFAh-tMn3rwIPwMCrG4tatdym4LRDqxC7fz-kZj3kRS62xCOMKkoc8UsDYQrCxagHOKXgB9Tmn/s1600-h/09190813.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFgQdULRLIAj9HQhSDNaskuyjO-l-xARiARg7BtcgwXOPj-ephVFWXit_xSwFAh-tMn3rwIPwMCrG4tatdym4LRDqxC7fz-kZj3kRS62xCOMKkoc8UsDYQrCxagHOKXgB9Tmn/s320/09190813.jpg" border="0" alt="I Know What You Did Last Summer!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249251067277942306" /></a>The Bald Monkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979887854048164889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-85655327870068554572008-08-19T08:44:00.004-05:002008-08-19T08:48:32.731-05:00Don't Get All Jealous, But...Tonight, I am going to see <A HREF="http://www.thewiggles.com.au/us/home/">The Wiggles!</A><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2XFry6aluS8fuoP1DckpPmzu3hcrgfIDxhP_uzp511acqlpbgmJ5iqPdz942Zrw-rube_INNmhPCA-e69VynqW6P0WH2tww47xJy_Hc2oW8DNUCpgQvUQSxOKrAPbQcNx3W8p/s1600-h/08190801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2XFry6aluS8fuoP1DckpPmzu3hcrgfIDxhP_uzp511acqlpbgmJ5iqPdz942Zrw-rube_INNmhPCA-e69VynqW6P0WH2tww47xJy_Hc2oW8DNUCpgQvUQSxOKrAPbQcNx3W8p/s400/08190801.jpg" border="0" alt="We are so gay!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236224730735806946" /></a><br /><br />I am so gay...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePrP8t56eww&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePrP8t56eww&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-36303894718149021682008-08-13T11:15:00.004-05:002008-08-13T11:19:16.351-05:00Little Birthday Bubala<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiNh7WPT1iXOM7uOSuQEuXFb82ZmUGYEbXFpUsbNZA9PZanxHpsRkjayo_APbHaGWWDjzGh6NXjfIFM3tzJ9H0RUYqMqSEys5gSgUdQxF5W_3wbfW8lv3ofKXKuFA-zF4wSMD/s1600-h/08120801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiNh7WPT1iXOM7uOSuQEuXFb82ZmUGYEbXFpUsbNZA9PZanxHpsRkjayo_APbHaGWWDjzGh6NXjfIFM3tzJ9H0RUYqMqSEys5gSgUdQxF5W_3wbfW8lv3ofKXKuFA-zF4wSMD/s400/08120801.jpg" border="0" alt="Birthday Bubala"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234037038839370834" /></a><br /><br />Thanks to everyone for all the Birthday wishes!<br />(Ha! Look! It's the same pose as my profile pic over there on the right!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-88330140957238025852008-08-12T18:42:00.004-05:002008-08-12T19:38:57.278-05:00I Do Some Incredibly Stupid Things Sometimes...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYPwpWaHq0oeIHIQFit2eaJXb9V8SJt4Rwl65B8qOA1qgk5XpgJONA27zBjMv7CMxubhMfGxmAaK1WIw1WzaoltrekfrtYU7xPt7eIHr7owydOqcRF35kwGs2OQuCRiE_P-2A/s1600-h/08120802.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYPwpWaHq0oeIHIQFit2eaJXb9V8SJt4Rwl65B8qOA1qgk5XpgJONA27zBjMv7CMxubhMfGxmAaK1WIw1WzaoltrekfrtYU7xPt7eIHr7owydOqcRF35kwGs2OQuCRiE_P-2A/s320/08120802.jpg" border="0" alt="Hellcat"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233794146593030146" /></a>Yesterday morning, I woke up freezing. Well, not exactly freezing. More like shivering, I guess. I had a blanket on, but still, I was shivering uncontrollably. I checked the thermometer on the table next to me. It indicated that the air around me was a balmy and tropical 77 degrees. Not exactly shivering sort of weather.<br /><br />Aw crap!<br /><br />It didn't take me too long to realize just what was going on. I was getting a fever.<br /><br />What the F?!?<br /><br />I never get a fever. I never even get sick. How could this be happening to me? And on the day before my Birthday! We had plans to go to Philadelphia later that night. Mumi was supposed to see a concert and I was supposed to be going to a small amusement park in New Jersey to ride my 227th roller coaster. This whole fever thing just couldn't be happening to me. Not today!<br /><br />I laid back down figuring that I would just sleep it off. Well, I woke up a couple of hours later, after quite a bit of that loopy, feverish kind of dreaming, and I took my temperature. It was 102.2 degrees. Ugh!<br /><br />Upon finding out about this potentially concert ending turn of events, Mumi immediately went into "Operation Concert Rescue" mode. He high-tailed it out the door to the local Wal-Mart and picked up some Dayquil, cough drops and lots of vitamin C. He came home and tried, unsuccessfully at first, to ply me full of over-the-counter remedies. I'm a bit stubborn when it comes to things like medication though. I hate it. I prefer to let most illnesses run their natural course without any interruption from voodoo and witchcraft and whatnot.<br /><br />I quickly realized, however that I was going to be taking Mumi to a concert in Philadelphia in a few hours regardless of how sick or well I was. So, I gave the OTC's a chance.<br /><br />About an hour after swallowing a large quantity of Dayquil and too many vitamin C tablets, I was starting to feel pretty good. The fever had gone down to around 100 degrees. So, we jumped in the car and headed off on another one of our wacky adventures. Mumi was thoughtful enough to bring along a blanket and a pillow for me, so I could sleep in the truck and recover during the concert.<br /><br />Um, what?<br /><br />Sleep in the truck when there is a roller coaster that I have never ridden before less than 30 miles away? Are you smoking crack, Mumi? There would be no sleeping in the truck tonight! I dumped Mumi off at the concert venue and took off down the road to <A HREF="http://www.clementonpark.com/">Clementon Lake Amusement Park</A> in Clementon, NJ.<br /><br />I got there about an hour before the park was scheduled to close. I took my temperature again in the truck. It was 101 degrees. Hmmmm... Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go ride a roller coaster right now. What if I passed out or threw up on the ride or worse? Oh well, no time to be worrying about what ifs!<br /><br />I purchased my ticket and went inside the park and walked briskly over to the <A HREF="http://rcdb.com/id2586.htm">Hellcat</A> roller coaster. Fortunately, there was no crowd at all in the park, so I got right on the ride, in the front row, with no wait or problems. And I rode. Even with my feverishness and my wooziness, I rode.<br /><br />Now, you'd think that one ride would enough, right? I had done it. I had ridden the coaster. Now, I could just go back to the concert venue and relax in the truck until the show was over, right? WRONG! I rode it again, and again, and again, and again, and again. Six times in all. Six rides on a rickety roller coaster in one hour all with me and my fever of 101 degrees.<br /><br />I do some incredibly stupid things sometimes...<br /><br />(Just between you and me though, I don't regret it. It put a huge smile on my face for the whole hour. I would do it all again, the same exact way. I wouldn't change a thing.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-87521630948023625592008-08-04T21:13:00.002-05:002008-08-04T21:33:00.060-05:00Letting The Days Go By...It's not that nothing is happening.<br /><br />It's just that nothing is happening that seems worth blogging about.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-87657587089381130622008-07-23T21:57:00.004-05:002008-07-23T22:50:41.014-05:00"In Memory Of"We didn't know <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">him</A> too well. We met <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">him</A> at Denny's one night. <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">He</A> was the manager there. We went in for dinner. We had never been there before. Right away though, we knew that <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">he</A> was gay. <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">He</A> gave us that look. You might know the one. The look that says, "Hey, I'm gay. You are too, aren't you?"<br /><br />A couple of days after we met <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">him</A>, I came across <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">his</A> profile on an online chat site. We chatted some. Just small talk. Nothing important. We chatted a few more times over the following weeks. We even made tentative plans to go and have dinner together some time. Some place other than Denny's.<br /><br />Then, nothing. Just like that, <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">he</A> was gone. I never saw <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">him</A> online again. I figured <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">he</A> was just really busy or maybe <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">his</A> computer was on the fritz or something. I didn't think too much about it, really. Until we went back to Denny's a few weeks later.<br /><br />There, behind the register, hanging on the wall, in the middle of a wreath of flowers, was <A HREF="http://www.legacy.com/BaltimoreSun/DeathNotices.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=111410425">his</A> picture. The words, "In Memory Of" circled the wreath of flowers in sparkling silver letters.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-59421430250638749762008-07-14T21:47:00.007-05:002008-07-15T00:00:03.239-05:00Greetings From Sunny Nude Jersey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPa-SmbdLaZaLIdjmXUk_CQ-2mUnDa171kjgFpXyHjj1b4YMM2xt47V40Hxe1Eb-v-222EHd5XFjI_a4LmexXNIW7ZAHHHgO9d7R98LktfDSaoDKN-jgDZA0tyTtJblKJ1qLZ/s1600-h/07140802.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPa-SmbdLaZaLIdjmXUk_CQ-2mUnDa171kjgFpXyHjj1b4YMM2xt47V40Hxe1Eb-v-222EHd5XFjI_a4LmexXNIW7ZAHHHgO9d7R98LktfDSaoDKN-jgDZA0tyTtJblKJ1qLZ/s400/07140802.jpg" border="0" alt="Nude Beach Ahead!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223099176499800866" /></a>It started out as a trip to Holmdel, New Jersey to see Rush... for like the 46th zillionth time this year! Of course, I had to find the closest roller coaster to the venue and squeeze in a quick trip to ride it. Turns out that there is a small park called <A HREF="http://keansburgamusementpark.com/">Keansburg Amusement Park</A> only a few miles from the concert hall with a nice little roller coaster called The Wild Cat. It's a small coaster, but it's one that I had never ridden before, so I could certainly add it to <A HREF="http://coastercounter.com/bubala">my list</A>!<br /><br />So, I'm on Mapquest getting my bearings straight in anticipation for the trip. I'm looking at maps and roads and cities and stuff. The area we were traveling to is really close to the shore. Right on the Atlantic Ocean. So, I'm checking out the beaches when I happen across a beach named Gunnison Beach at Sandy Hook.<br /><br />Hmmmmm... Why does that name sound so familiar to me?<br /><br />A-ha! Now I remember! Gunnison Beach is a clothing optional beach. A nude beach! Oh, we are so going to make a stop at Gunnison Beach on this trip!<br /><br />So, we set out on our journey on Saturday morning. We had a big day ahead of us, so we got an early start. Let me pause here for a moment to tell you a few things that I learned about New Jersey while on this trip:<OL><LI>EVERYONE in New Jersey goes to the shore on Saturday.<LI>There is always a Bon Jovi song playing on the radio somewhere in New Jersey.<LI>There are a whole lot of titty bars in New Jersey.<LI>The radio stations that are not playing Bon Jovi songs are probably playing Guns N' Roses songs.<LI>Apparently, left turns are illegal in new Jersey.</OL>So, anyway, we get to our destination and based on signs telling us that "Sandy Hook beaches are full!" we decide to go ride the roller coaster first. It's a fun little ride, but it's just about all that the park has to offer. So, after 30 minutes or so, I'm ready to go and get naked at the beach. So, we hopped in the car and went off to our next destination.<br /><br />We arrived at the nudie beach about a half an hour later. I have to admit, at this point, I was getting a little nervous. I had never been to a nude beach before. Nude hot tubs? Yes! Naked pool parties? Yes! Naked public beaches? Um, no! So, I have no idea how my little friend is going to react to being set free out in public on a beach full of other naked people. I'm also a little concerned about just what kind of naked people I might encounter at a nude beach.<br /><br />My head fills up with images of hundreds of 90 year old ladies and men. All pruny and naked. Strolling along the beach. The ladies with their boobies dragging along behind them in the sand. The men with their scrotums doing the same thing. It's a very scary picture, and I was quite frightened by it.<br /><br />Our short walk from the parking lot to the beach eased my mind some though. There were plenty of hotties going to and coming from the beach. Of course, that does nothing to calm my first concern!<br /><br />We get to the beach, set up our chairs, lay down a blanket and immediately, Mumi strips! Naked! Uh-oh. That's not going to bode well for me and my little friend. He immediately starts getting excited about all of this. What do I do? I must think nasty thoughts! Think about vaginas! Think about vaginas! Fortunately, there are plenty of naked vaginas all around me, so it's not too tough for me to get that mental picture. My swelling slowly subsides and I yank my shorts off and stand there in all my naked glory.<br /><br />Now, let me tell you how it felt...<br /><br />Absolutely wonderful! One of the best feelings I have ever had in my entire life. Just sitting there with the wind between my legs. That cool ocean breeze blowing through my every (and I do mean EVERY) nook and cranny. It was so awesome. I loved it.<br /><br />After warming in the sun for a bit, Mumi suggested that we take a stroll along the beach. Um, naked? I don't know if I can do that. What if I get too far away from the blanket and away from my clothes and things start to... you know... happen? I put my shorts back on for the stroll down the beach. I just couldn't take any chances.<br /><br />So, we got back to the blanket and laid out some more. I checked out the sights. There were plenty of nice sights and plenty of not so nice sights and even some "that's surely gonna give me nightmares" sights! In case you didn't already know it, penises come in many different shapes and sizes... and colors too! There are big ones, little ones, skinny ones, fat ones, cut ones, uncut ones and even ones that are apparently inverted. Whoa! That was weird!<br /><br />After sitting for a while longer, I decided that I wanted to go for another stroll. This time without my clothes! It was just something I had to do. I can't tell you why. I just knew that I had to do it though. So, I got up and slowly walked away from the security of my beach blanket and my shorts. I got all the way down to the water and you know what happened? Nothing! Nothing at all! So, I walked further along, down the beach, enjoying the fact that people were looking at me (and at Mumi) in all our naked glory. I was looking at them too. It was nice. I realized that I was finally right where I wanted to be.<br /><br />I was at home...<br /><br />I stood there for a few minutes enjoying this new found sense of peace and wonderment until Mumi said, "Hey! Get your shorts on. We've got a Rush concert to get to!"<br /><br />Ugh!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQNkm2zoKeuLsEoNPmfcrM6gJN3eH8M6NqJELbppoAooR2dozSsOanRndXUkGQsI0oTFLJ3fjMqDH6HfjJf3KlePLaXKungMFvCdJ6HNWW-Xxz1dfo5jW0iPTkMEtCTHbwI7F/s1600-h/07140801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQNkm2zoKeuLsEoNPmfcrM6gJN3eH8M6NqJELbppoAooR2dozSsOanRndXUkGQsI0oTFLJ3fjMqDH6HfjJf3KlePLaXKungMFvCdJ6HNWW-Xxz1dfo5jW0iPTkMEtCTHbwI7F/s320/07140801.jpg" border="0" alt="What A Rush!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223098918555190514" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-36044925953572906982008-07-09T23:13:00.003-05:002008-07-09T23:30:41.332-05:00Look At What Moved In Across The StreetA couple of these moved into the house across the street:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AH5CVToECpbev4_fEg8y6uUur1Vup0FxoyJAvLmVG9APkj2qzK6IPRX7bqiKKjBdQ5Edtqp3dtvl8QU8yFxgthivy36OxYcW0CSAPkFs3K-vrDF7ZNVxxYacf9O2Wwp_qDg9/s1600-h/07090801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AH5CVToECpbev4_fEg8y6uUur1Vup0FxoyJAvLmVG9APkj2qzK6IPRX7bqiKKjBdQ5Edtqp3dtvl8QU8yFxgthivy36OxYcW0CSAPkFs3K-vrDF7ZNVxxYacf9O2Wwp_qDg9/s320/07090801.jpg" border="0" alt="Stud!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221236349639264418" /></a><br /><br />Yep, college boys. Two of them. They sit on their front porch together, shirtless, in loose fitting athletic shorts. They run on the trail together, shirtless, in loose fitting athletic shorts. They do yard work together, shirtless, in loose fitting athletic shorts. Not that I noticed or anything...<br /><br />The other day, we passed them on the street. I smiled and nodded. They smiled back. Mumi smiled and said hello. They said hello back and stared right at his crotch.<br /><br />I wonder if they're gay?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-53149012829690906302008-07-08T22:14:00.003-05:002008-07-08T23:32:49.446-05:00iPud: The XXX-M Game<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCT5AbE8wO7BBMh2zCUYx5bxkwHQ81o16HPUM3yQmTiGctlQeyBHe1x8i1BHMq1m39Sv6J8gcUDZ2vYQBmgRpGNetc3m93J3mN32Tiaotv3tZv9sb-QGl_Qt5NE2_56HxVSy77/s1600-h/07080802.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCT5AbE8wO7BBMh2zCUYx5bxkwHQ81o16HPUM3yQmTiGctlQeyBHe1x8i1BHMq1m39Sv6J8gcUDZ2vYQBmgRpGNetc3m93J3mN32Tiaotv3tZv9sb-QGl_Qt5NE2_56HxVSy77/s320/07080802.jpg" border="0" alt="Rush!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220867272465456930" /></a><br /><br />The past couple o' weeks have been spent traveling the countryside, riding roller coasters and going to Rush concerts. Yep, it's another summer of Rush and Rollercoasters! Woo hoo! We're going to see seven shows on this leg of the Rush tour. Well, I should say that Mumi is going to see seven shows on this leg of the tour. I'm skipping out on a couple of the shows to pursue my own interests...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRSbOnEU-BNOMRWcsYv1BwnoYybEWZ6rLSfediduIgY81ER-nQsMF4VpCDl6xKn8Q99jrc0zxZsvU2trfGE_3Sl47D3mUZE_TSgqxWCPlBQAddMZO60s28yO3wwHA-WYJl9NY/s1600-h/07080801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRSbOnEU-BNOMRWcsYv1BwnoYybEWZ6rLSfediduIgY81ER-nQsMF4VpCDl6xKn8Q99jrc0zxZsvU2trfGE_3Sl47D3mUZE_TSgqxWCPlBQAddMZO60s28yO3wwHA-WYJl9NY/s320/07080801.jpg" border="0" alt="Phantom's Revenge"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220867380273668418" /></a><br /><br />So far, we have been to four out of the seven shows. Orlando, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh and Atlantic City. We drive to most of the shows and that's a lot of time spent together cooped up in the car. <a href="http://www.durbanbud.com/blog/archives/2008/06/road_trip.html">As others have already so hilariously pointed out</a>, traveling with one's partner can be a very trying and difficult experience. In fact, it can be a big 'ol pain in the ass!<br /><br />In order to make our travels less stressful, we often invent little games to play to make the trip go by faster and to make sure we have something to talk about on the long drives. Like <b>The License Plate Game</b>, for example. The object of The License Plate Game is try to spot one license plate from each and every state during your journey.<br /><br />Another game that we have played a few times is <b>The Alphabet Game</b>. To play The Alphabet Game, you first have to pick a subject, like bands, for example. Then, everyone takes turns naming bands in alphabetical order. The first person might say Abba. The the second person has to then repeat Abba and add a band that starts with the letter B, like Boston. The third person has to repeat Abba and Boston and then add a band that starts with the letter C. And so on. Believe it or not, it's tougher to play than it sounds.<br /><br />Well, during last week's trips to Pittsburgh and Atlantic City, I invented a new game. It is called <b>iPud: The XXX-M Game</b>, and it is the most fun game we have played on a road trip so far! The iPud Game works best with XM Radio, but I suppose that any old radio station will do, so long as they lay lots of music that you and your partner like.<br /><br />Anyway, we found some stations on XM that were playing a lot of music that we both like. Here's where the game gets fun. Every time a song comes on the radio that is also on on your iPod, you have to flash your partner! And, every time a song comes on the radio that is also on your partner's iPod, he or she has to flash you!<br /><br />It is recommended while playing The iPud Game that you wear loose clothing with easy access to your unmentionables. Athletic shorts with no underwear are the preferred uniform. It is also recommended that you have some idea of what kind of music your partner enjoys. That way, you can search the XM channels looking for songs that you think are on their iPod.<br /><br />Also, you get bonus points if you happen to find a song on the radio that is also on your partner's iPod just at the exact moment that a bus load of Christians heading to their mountain retreat is passing you on your partner's side of the car.<br /><br />It's fun stuff. Try it some time. You'll see.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-72433555995573389322008-06-30T22:32:00.006-05:002008-06-30T22:53:15.653-05:00Who Da' (Wo)Man?The other day, a coworker asked me that question that eventually rolls of the tongue of every single uninformed, but oh-so curious, heterosexual male.<br /><br />"I don't mean to be rude or anything," he queried, "but which one of you is the woman in your relationship?"<br /><br />What?!?<br /><br />My response was that neither one of us is 'the woman.' We're both gay men, for Pete's sake. We both have penises. Neither one of us has a vagina. If either one of us wanted to be in a relationship with a woman, then we certainly wouldn't be gay men. Duh!<br /><br />Another nosy co-worker immediately disagreed with me and stated, very matter-of-factly, that I was the woman in the relationship.<br /><br />"Bullshit!" I declared. "I'm the breadwinner in our family! I do all of the hard work! I clean the house. I do the laundry. I wash the dishes. All Mumi does is sit around on the couch all day in his underwear... watching TV... and um... scratching his, uh, balls..."<br /><br />Whoa, hold on there now... Wait a minute... What do you know? Maybe I am the woman in this relationship.<br /><br />Huh. Go figure!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPavgewWX6Fjv5se42Va7lZJ1Vx3nLqj8vzCADQ_JRZ0Cu6qT34w5wR2jS9BjE1CJgYWc4C9lXveAJpT1DEjor3yZ3-YaiLvnCsjF_7T-40kIUng3w3o3N7aplluh1VoGlnvZg/s1600-h/06300801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPavgewWX6Fjv5se42Va7lZJ1Vx3nLqj8vzCADQ_JRZ0Cu6qT34w5wR2jS9BjE1CJgYWc4C9lXveAJpT1DEjor3yZ3-YaiLvnCsjF_7T-40kIUng3w3o3N7aplluh1VoGlnvZg/s320/06300801.jpg" border="0" alt="I am woman, hear me roar!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217886732163494130" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-88055429920838745012008-06-16T22:32:00.008-05:002008-06-16T23:42:40.168-05:00Bicycling Can Be Dangerous!I was at work on Sunday night when I got the following text message from Mumi...<br /><br />"Just got back from a bike ride. I had a little accident. I ran over a groundhog."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppw8qCJpUf0u0i_OlrWeKc1St-4A0C5bZDdZesssD1HLJCQHQ6gPucjpHjzFtv8AGINlNF4rwi5TXYCaQgcxpXXqEk29RX5hBvo6FU0HsbpievEEVr2t81YzsBw4545-ZPqfY/s1600-h/06170801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppw8qCJpUf0u0i_OlrWeKc1St-4A0C5bZDdZesssD1HLJCQHQ6gPucjpHjzFtv8AGINlNF4rwi5TXYCaQgcxpXXqEk29RX5hBvo6FU0HsbpievEEVr2t81YzsBw4545-ZPqfY/s320/06170801.jpg" border="0" alt="Groundhog Day"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212697948259799634" /></a><br /><br />Um, what?!?<br /><br />Being the ever caring husband that I am, I immediately texted him back and asked him if the groundhog was okay. The groundhog had fled the accident scene without waitng for the authorities to arrive though, so we can't be sure if he ultimately survived or not.<br /><br />Mumi, on the other hand, didn't fare quite as well...<br /><br />After rolling over the groundhog, Mumi jammed on the brakes, went over the handlebars and hit the asphalt. He must have caught his ankle on the pedal somehow because it was pretty torn up and bleeding. He had a few scrapes here and there too, but I think he's very lucky that he wasn't hurt even more. He's pretty sore, but he'll be better before he gets married! (We can do that in California now!)<br /><br /><B>In Other Dangerous Bicycling News...</B><br /><br />I was out on the trail the other day pedaling along, and I saw Mumi traveling towards me from the opposite direction. Normally, when we see each other on the trail, we smile and wave and slap hands and that's about it. This time though, Mumi stopped me. He told me that he had just been attacked by a bird.<br /><br />Um, what?!?<br /><br />Yep, I had heard him correctly. He told me all about how a bird had just swooped down from a tree and pecked him on the helmet. Of course, being the skeptic that I am, I didn't believe him right away.<br /><br />I found out that he was telling the truth a little further down the trail though when, as I was passing under a tree, I felt a little thud against the back of my bike helmet. I turned around and caught a glimpse of a Red-Winged Blackbird swooping down to attack me!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIXwcUjLiqDwwvZ6whc9N1gq7DOnH6xJpmgWfYdCwh-inefjQX2SfFMNBhVdoR4_0qhmHCfXm8pHVFF17Pxi_ELXb0Hi5u0sn_rudV5om2QmUHFqkv1hlLmeSrj_tRMYIMBmk/s1600-h/06170802.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIXwcUjLiqDwwvZ6whc9N1gq7DOnH6xJpmgWfYdCwh-inefjQX2SfFMNBhVdoR4_0qhmHCfXm8pHVFF17Pxi_ELXb0Hi5u0sn_rudV5om2QmUHFqkv1hlLmeSrj_tRMYIMBmk/s320/06170802.jpg" border="0" alt="Attack Bird"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212704281451959778" /></a><br /><br />Of course I thought that it was all very hilarious, so I just had to stop and rest on a nearby bench and watch a couple of strangers bike by and get attacked too. I only wish that I had taken my camera with me!<br /><br />Bicycling can be very dangerous!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-40494637627092926702008-06-10T09:22:00.004-05:002008-06-10T09:51:10.995-05:00Queer Eye For The Bald Monkey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBlQHB8NY4dI3CH7Hyx9Qo6yowX-AmB9EQAxWVx5kUsfBwWTF1cAhT1w2xHna78EUCPI9zO9fy1wlYDgQh_zEH9Tl9OgPXHL_BzqETGFm3o4uw9i_teqVPFaU6tgcFJrXRpqf/s1600-h/06100803.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBlQHB8NY4dI3CH7Hyx9Qo6yowX-AmB9EQAxWVx5kUsfBwWTF1cAhT1w2xHna78EUCPI9zO9fy1wlYDgQh_zEH9Tl9OgPXHL_BzqETGFm3o4uw9i_teqVPFaU6tgcFJrXRpqf/s400/06100803.jpg" border="0" alt="Carson Kressley"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210258526521006242" /></a><br />Has this man ever hit on your boyfriend? He hit on mine. That's right. Carson Kressley put the moves on the Bald Monkey! Carson was all like, "Wow! You're hot! I'm staying at the Best Western in Rockville tonight. Why don't you stop by after the show."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguSWtT_aPh1J3bZpbR_w68YBvg_ISbErFISpf0J56UdAvsIo-P6vUzpfDuFXiSuhV4dU2wC6VTtPEHAr-euPUB_FIAnCrsB0jjIVPzEW4rs3MlLgZ_VpM0K8wvmwv7dlZcBHpR/s1600-h/06100805.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguSWtT_aPh1J3bZpbR_w68YBvg_ISbErFISpf0J56UdAvsIo-P6vUzpfDuFXiSuhV4dU2wC6VTtPEHAr-euPUB_FIAnCrsB0jjIVPzEW4rs3MlLgZ_VpM0K8wvmwv7dlZcBHpR/s400/06100805.jpg" border="0" alt="Fred Schneider"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210258565177545522" /></a><br />How about this man? Has he ever hit on your boyfriend? Well, he hit on mine! Fred Schneider gave the googley eyes to my Bald Monkey all night long! Fred was all like undressing Mumi with his eyes and blowing little kisses Mumi's way. Don't deny it Fred Schneider! I know you were!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVEOYPeu8DODR5jdIZxCSz6Kw1it50Ok6RgHFmoL2ovxjZonIKJYNgFBpaSaFzxni22mLRvGhqrsyx4IZ1ToBpQI1DQt6rIFU9EP4KkUc9VUvEvu5lMx1CE-RF5Dii39Pl1_GO/s1600-h/06100806.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVEOYPeu8DODR5jdIZxCSz6Kw1it50Ok6RgHFmoL2ovxjZonIKJYNgFBpaSaFzxni22mLRvGhqrsyx4IZ1ToBpQI1DQt6rIFU9EP4KkUc9VUvEvu5lMx1CE-RF5Dii39Pl1_GO/s400/06100806.jpg" border="0" alt="Mumi, Cyndi Lauper & Bubala"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210258618629681010" /></a><br />Has this lady ever hit on you and your boyfriend? Yeah, I didn't think so. She didn't hit on us either. In fact, she seemed a little annoyed at having to pose for this photo with us in the first place even though we paid several hundred dollars for the opportunity to meet her. That's why I don't really like meeting famous people for the most part. It kind of ruins it for me most of the time when I discover that they're not all that much like the public persona they try to portray. Oh well, live and learn I suppose.<br /><br />A few more photos from the <A HREF="http://truecolorstour.com/">True Colors Concert</A> featuring Cyndi Lauper and the B-52's...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLmylBJ2kvQLjk-0iFsrsvY-_QqgjWps-1pkV47iIFEWKc65ArM8qEdpNAgTFFnE_P78S2LSbnOyRzpDHvbW4kKRhPLhIfOAbBEzdvyG6AWLw9h5fGclB7nbTM6oxZI5mFIU5/s1600-h/06100804.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLmylBJ2kvQLjk-0iFsrsvY-_QqgjWps-1pkV47iIFEWKc65ArM8qEdpNAgTFFnE_P78S2LSbnOyRzpDHvbW4kKRhPLhIfOAbBEzdvyG6AWLw9h5fGclB7nbTM6oxZI5mFIU5/s400/06100804.jpg" border="0" alt="The B-52's"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210258647066045538" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8r9qxco8DIQwyI3NOs9ftsXb98y1vX0pcQxCXXD4HBZekLZPfF7rWjrIT4amN_iZP1_8d1_vc17a2p08asYTm_mcLGT9wFhlou_rBXZRSlLbIzYYAQWLAFQHf703vVrCjx4nw/s1600-h/06100802.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8r9qxco8DIQwyI3NOs9ftsXb98y1vX0pcQxCXXD4HBZekLZPfF7rWjrIT4amN_iZP1_8d1_vc17a2p08asYTm_mcLGT9wFhlou_rBXZRSlLbIzYYAQWLAFQHf703vVrCjx4nw/s400/06100802.jpg" border="0" alt="Cyndi Lauper"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210258673012350338" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCErDzCg0YHmIKcf5zUXlQyGjlwed2tXCM3zzDyrQKWxnbpkXhZJ-pMzE-eCIPPENAYMKqU1Kg35Ww9lUA-xlndugngH3HURIXc_j_OotzBzOpxdywWZK35eatMn9ok5IdvuBj/s1600-h/06100801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCErDzCg0YHmIKcf5zUXlQyGjlwed2tXCM3zzDyrQKWxnbpkXhZJ-pMzE-eCIPPENAYMKqU1Kg35Ww9lUA-xlndugngH3HURIXc_j_OotzBzOpxdywWZK35eatMn9ok5IdvuBj/s400/06100801.jpg" border="0" alt="Cyndi Lauper"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210258962010144418" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760955.post-26987362772888936282008-05-21T21:28:00.003-05:002008-05-21T22:08:00.665-05:00If At First You Don't Succeed...I needed some time to digest some things. Time to reflect on the different directions that my life has taken. Time to question the reasons that my life wasn't going in the directions that I was trying to steer it. Time to question the sincerity of friends, old and new. Time to question what is most important to me. Time to get reacquainted with Bubala, Mumi and Max.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiykBCrK9nZL_fsO5jWlkTXPk5dO4cjTofMjVjkvyUTdxS_Vdbd8t6k8ggm_Cq7vZ_u7TRPHV3JbBIMZU0IvPeEWXQvoPaWYodcjR4mwAfA1Z09MdceIptYQmubnZ3LAoSyITCG/s1600-h/05210801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiykBCrK9nZL_fsO5jWlkTXPk5dO4cjTofMjVjkvyUTdxS_Vdbd8t6k8ggm_Cq7vZ_u7TRPHV3JbBIMZU0IvPeEWXQvoPaWYodcjR4mwAfA1Z09MdceIptYQmubnZ3LAoSyITCG/s400/05210801.jpg" border="0" alt="Time"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203033490035561906" /></a><br /><br />I think I figured some things out...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1