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Shower Thoughts

There really is no point in watching a ghost hunting show. If they ever did find absolute proof of ghosts and life after death, it wouldn’t be stuck on a daytime cable show; it would be breaking news on every channel and all over the internet. The same goes for UFO shows, Bigfoot/Monster Hunters, The Curse of Oak Island (and it’s brethren), and the seemingly endless list of similar shows masquerading as “scientific” investigations.

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Shower Thoughts

The generations that covered hardwood floors with linoleum and put wall to wall carpeting in bathrooms have the nerve to talk shit about “millennials.”

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(NSFW) This Reminds Me of a Story

June 1983. Tucson, Arizona.

I had taken my truck into TuneUp Masters (or whatever the chain was called at the time) one Saturday morning and was sitting in the waiting room waiting for the service to be completed. I glanced out the window and noticed a convertible Firebird pulled up and a drop-dead gorgeous stud got out. Blond, tan, hairy, around my age…probably a frat boy from the University, he casually tossed a basketball in the back seat and came into the waiting room. My eyes must’ve burned a hole into him as he walked past.

After he’d spoken to the attendant, he sat down on the row of chairs on the other side of the room directly across from me. He was dressed in a tank top, sneakers, and those infamous short nylon athletic shorts that left nothing to the imagination and were so popular at the time. Even though he kept his sunglasses on it seemed we were making eye contact over our respective magazines with increasing frequency.

In one of those moments when time seemed to stand still, we suddenly found ourselves alone in the waiting room and I noticed the tip of his cock beginning to poke out the leg of those shorts. As my gaze locked on, it continued to lengthen until it was obvious I wasn’t imagining things. I was wearing jeans, but by this time I was also quite…aroused…so I sat to make sure he got a full view as well. His hand casually moved down and started manipulating that beautiful thing and I returned the gesture.

Our cars ended up being finished at the same time, so we paid and walked out together. I don’t remember how the conversation started, but we ended up walking over to behind the bleachers at the nearby high school. This did NOT afford the degree of privacy we needed, so we ended up back at my place.

The rest, as they say, is history. His name was Mike (didn’t get a last name), and I never saw him again. He never appeared at any the gay bars (and at the time Tucson didn’t have many), so he may have just been one of those many horny “straight” college boys looking for release.

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An Oldie But a Goodie

I originally heard this 2-disk set at a friends’ place back in 2002. I was housesitting for them at the time and started rummaging through their music collection—as I am wont to do when housesitting. This one caught my eye and the minute I popped it in their CD player I was transported. Over the next few years I looked into buying my own copy, but while I liked it, I didn’t like it enough to justify the $30 price tag it seemed to always have attached.

I’d all but forgotten about it until last week when I stumbled upon From Russia With Love while on my journey down the YouTube rabbit hole, and on a whim, I looked it up on Discogs. There is was…a single copy available and for only $5. Needless to say, I jumped on it.

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Shower Thoughts

Now is probably the first time in history when nobody is excited about what the future will look like in 100 years.

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Quote of the Day

The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything.” ~Albert Einstein

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Unf! (NSFW)


I had to do a triple-take when I saw this last guy. I thought it was someone I’d worked with at DISH, but it’s not; the ink’s all wrong and at least as of two years ago, he didn’t have a pierced septum.

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Movie Review

What do you get when you take a generous helping of The Fifth Element, a bit of Jupiter Ascending, and throw in a dash of just about every SciFi/Fantasy flick of the last twenty years? You get Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets. And I don’t mean that to be derogatory in any way. For years I’ve been lamenting that Hollywood never does anything new and with Valerian it has. I was truly and completely captivated and entertained by this flick and felt it was very much worth the price of admission. How often can you really say that these days?

Certain reviews have labeled it a hot mess, and yes, it’s heavy on special effects—at times almost to the point of being overwhelming—but unlike certain other films (cough, Star Wars prequels, cough) I didn’t feel they detracted from the story. I couldn’t tell were CGI left off and practical effects began; a testament to the degree of technical expertise exhibited in the film. The aliens—as in The Fifth Element—were amazing. The actors’ performances—while not exemplary—were at least convincing, and that’s more than be said for a lot of recent films. This is really one of those movies that deserves to be seen on the big screen—as increasingly unpleasant as that experience has become.

And if nothing else it was a three hour escape from all things Trump.

The soundtrack ain’t bad either…