Thursday, May 29, 2008

Church / Bathroom Separation Issues in Bethesda (and other stuff)


**Update, June 2, 2008, 1251AM EDT: Please see my Arcturus blog for an interesting update about the fire this weekend at The Planet internet hosting site that took down so many sites "UFN" -- fascinating.**

This entry is supposed to be a relatively short one designed mostly do post some pictures I took the several days (aside from the Monday NoVa drive about ones). Above: the 1500 block of New Hampshire Ave., NW, near Dupont Circle, May 28, 2008

I do not feel well at all. I've had a minor stomach ailment that has caused me some "church / bathroom" separation issues -- see below. I also drank to excess too often this week at my Cobalt hangout with my usual small crew of friends.

Dupont Circle fountain, May 28, 2008

I got into work late yesterday morning (949AM) and was reminded that regular arrival time is no later than 915AM, unless there is a problem.

Getting up is always semi-suicidal agony for me as in I just want to die half the time, esp. after a fun-drinking night when I just want to sleep until noon. But I know that's not a healthy way at all to live.

The start of Mass. Ave. at Goldsboro Rd., Glen Echo, Md., May 25, 2008, while on a drive with LP.

This morning I got to work by 908AM, but I had fallen asleep after my alarm went off at 735AM and didn't get up until 821AM. I didn't do any of my morning routines, including taking a shower, and I felt and perhaps looked like a grungy, dirty dog all day. There were also bathroom issues -- again, see below. I promise that will be tastefully written.

Walking outside in sunny, late May Bethesda at lunch hour, I caught glimpses of myself in storefront windows and I wondered when I became such an old-looking slob. Sigh.

Later, at the 17th St., NW, gayborhood Safeway, I bumped into bartender Jason, whom I rarely see anymore but who is always very sweet to me. He tried to give me a hug but I felt so grungy I had to back away. He looked nice and I told him and he graciously returned the compliment, though it is hardly true.

An illuminated blue door at night, 2100 block, S St., NW, May 27, 2008.

I got home and showered and shaved and ate some dinner and its comfortable and pleasant. My window a/c is purring away, my two lamps are turned on but it is still dim in my apt. as I like it, and my plush stuffed animals o' love (Flippo and the others) are sitting on my bed quietly. I have the TV on watching various stuff.

I watched my former demi-god, the rabidly-Hillary-hating Keith Olbermann interview Scott McClellan, a.k.a. "Scottie the Underbear" (as Bartcop called him --that phrase has been stuck in my head all day) about McClellan's new tell-all book about Bush's Iraq War lust.

And now I'm writing this entry. I also want to post a new Arcturus with the new theme. That theme will variously be political, weather, and astronomy stuff, rather than waste it on other stuff.

On an unrelated note, the Sun apparently burned the Sirius star. That's too bad and I do sincerely hope he is feeling better.

The WORST sunburn I ever got was in Florida in 1993 (or 1994) and it basically left me with some spots and freckles on my back that never went away. Everything peeled a few days later -- when I got on the flight back to BWI, my face looked like a chameleon shedding its skin. It wasn't pretty. I had spent hours frolicking in the surf in Daytona Beach in July with no suntan lotion. I learned some more respect for the Sun. And I grew up at the Jersey shore where I spent my childhood and teenage summers, but somehow I mostly managed to avoid bad burns like that one.


Exterior of Our Lady of Lourdes, Bethesda, Md., May 22, 2008

Oh, yes, my church/ bathroom issue. Here it is in brief:

The previously almost unused restroom on the floor directly below the floor where my office is located in a Bethesda office building is now being used because there is construction activity and a new tenant is moving in. In referring to bathroom / restroom use, I am referring to the sit-down activity, which is something that for me is mostly done at home. That is, I'm not talking about peeing. Got it?

I'll spare everyone the story of how that office restroom's stalls were locked and how I would slide under the stall door ... not like Larry Craig. Ha ha. Kristof thought it was funny.

Anyway, on my lunch hour I sometimes go over to Our Lady of Lourdes ("OLOL") Catholic Church located almost across the street from my office. The more Catholic - devout folks go there to mediate in the church or spend time in front of the Blessed Sacrament, which is actually behind iron bars in a strange sort of alcoved recess locked off (there is a door built into the iron bars -- pictured above).

The Bethesda - Chevy Chase high school kids for the most part just walk past it to and from Wisconsin Ave. going wherever for lunch. I'll be glad when summer vacation comes. Too many BCC kids everywhere. They make me nervous.

Returning to OLOL, I go there occasionally just because it is so peaceful. I don't pray very well -- mostly I just bitch at GOD when I do talk to HIM.

Well, it turns out that that there is a private, lockable mens bathroom off the church entrance vestibule. It is behind two doors and with a big dead bolt that when you turn it, you know it's closed. Yay. (There is a women's restroom on the other side.) And in keeping with the church's window's decor, there are twin stained glass panels.

It's a perfect sort of bathroom. Just the right size. All the necessary and sufficient amenities and decent water pressure* and pleasant liquid soap (not the nasty smelling industrial kind) and not the wimpy kind of tp. I use all of that in great quantity. Only thing missing is baby powder. I guess I could bring some, but that would look weird.


OK, enuf of that.

The bottom line, the bathroom is well-kept and little used. Outside world sounds of traffic and people talking fill the air, unless you close the window, and then there is an odd but soothing silence punctuated by occasional water - running - in - pipes white noise.

* To paraphrase Al Bundy of Married, With Children fame: "Gimme a toilet with a manly flush! BA-ROOOSH! Not a wimpy flush ... eeeeeeeeee ..."

It's not my intention to make a habit of going there everyday -- and now that I've written this, I've NO DOUBT WHATSOEVER that GOD is going to punish me and somehow that OLOL restroom will be unavailable for, like, weeks OR I'll be fired and then I can just use my home bathroom until my uncontented heart is made content -- but my stomach has been upset and agitated the past two days. And 20 or so uninterrupted, solitude-filled and otherwise unmolested minutes in there did me much good.

Selah.

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A few other items ...

As a follow-up to my April 8, 2008 Arcturus entry, based on an anonymous comment I got well after the fact and doing the Google Map street-level view (available for Montrose Ave. in Pasadena, Calif.) and looking more carefully at the opening sequence ...

... I am somewhat convinced the house is the one at or near #1059 Montrose Ave. is in fact the Mama's Family opening sequence one, though certain things have changed -- esp. the upstairs windows -- in the intervening 26 years since that opening sequence was filmed.

Type in "1059 Montrose Ave., Pasadena, CA") and it should come up with street-view (it will say "1058" but the even numbers appear to be actually on the other side of the street, which is the view you get if you type that number in.

Glad we got that cleared up.

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9400 block, Seven Locks Rd., Potomac, Md., May 25, 2008.

My full time regular salaried position where I work starts on Monday.

Sigh.

And just in time there is some new assignment that is sure to be difficult to do because it involves telephone interviewing people in private industry. I need to decide by mid - August what I want to do, but for the summer, I will sit tight.

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There is a going away party Sat. night in Herndon for an acquaintance Abby. She is moving back to Dubai. I think Kristof, Gerry, and Phil are going. I'm going to ask LP if he wants to go. Gary is away in Pennsylvania at a bowling tournament this weekend.

It's ashame that he is away because I think the sour cherries are at peak fruition this weekend. There aren't many sour cherry trees in this area, but you know when you found one.

They are tremendous.

One tree grows in particular that he and I found when its cherries were at peak two years ago is located in an overgrown, tangled Battery Kemble part of the four-named Battery Kemble - Glover Archbold Parkway just off the very strange Chain Bridge Road as the parkland slopes steeply down to MacArthur Blvd. in the Palisades section of D.C. I may go there myself.

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Finally, this weekend is the annual Glen Echo festival and I may try to go there with LP. Specifically, the Folklore Society of Greater Washington (whatever that is) is having its 28th annual Washington Folk Festival this weekend.

Ah, storied Glen Echo ...

--Regulus

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

A Northern Virginia Photo-Memorial Day 2008



Above: The nighttime view from the revolving Skydome lounge of the Crystal City (Arlington) Doubletree Hotel looking north into Washington, D.C., across the spaghetti maze of freeways that forms I-395 on the south and east side of the Pentagon leading toward the various spans of that jointly make up the 14th Street bridge over the Potomac River.

That's the Washington Monument toward the upper left in the distance, and on the far right side, the illuminated object is the U.S. Capitol dome (about 3-1/2 miles away).


Slappy Gerry took this picture. My cellphone pictures were all blurry, like this one here (below) of the same view that I took a bit earlier at dusk.

It takes the revolving restaurant / lounge -- the only one in the D.C. area I know of -- about an hour to revolve through 360 degrees.

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The rest of the pictures below were taken by me today and are presented in chronological order as taken during the drive through the suburban wilds of Northern Virginia that Gerry (the driver), Gary, Kristof, and I took this now-concluded May 26, Memorial Day, 2008.

Yay, a pretty little Bradford pear tree in the Ravensworth Plaza parking lot, Springfield, Va., May 26, 2008. Oh, the Bradford pear.

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We went to Kilroys at Ravensworth Plaza, a sort of hybrid Irish-American military theme restaurant, for a late lunch. The 9/11 imagery of the burning World Trade Center is a bit over the top ...

The World War I and World War II era poster reprints are captivating, though, like the ones above (captured by my blurry cellphone camera -- I really oughta get a digital camera).

You can still smoke in bars in Virginia. Boo.

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My friend Gary at Kilroys in Springfield, Va., this Monday ...

Gary had us all really laughing in the car doing his "going to an after hours party" routine, specifically, as phone calls are being made at 430AM once a club closes. ("Ah, yeah, can all 11 of us fit in your car?? We'll be there at 6AM. DJ Myyykee from the Blue Room at Bent will be showing up at 7AM to spin for a while. ")

You know, Gary would be good as a gay comedian. He's quite funny, not to mention a very good person who is one of my best friends -- and so unlike certain truly unfunny and mean so-called "A List" gay guys who really have nothing of real value to say to the world, humorous or otherwise.

Wait, where was I? Oh, yes ...

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Kristof ...

Yay!

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Gerry playing that bar trivia game with Gary.

"GERRY/GERRY/BO-BERRY/BERRY/FEE FI / MO - MERRY..."

... SCREEEEECH ...

"Get out, Regulus."


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Yours Truly, Regulus, Kilroys, Springfield, Va., May 26, 2008.

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Turning onto Little River Turnpike, Fairfax County, Va., May 26, 2008 ...

I love the name "Little River Turnpike." As for the etymology of the word "turnpike," it is here. Of course, there are no tolls or turning pikes on Little River Turnpike.

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More Little River Turnpike, westbound, Fairfax County, Va., May 26, 2008.

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Turning onto Fairfax Blvd., Fairfax, Va., May 26, 2008 ...

... that was a cop car cruiser turning in front of us.

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Random Hills Road, Fairfax Co., Va., May 26, 2008

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The tree-and-brush-overgrown lot at the intersection of Oakton Rd. and Waples Mill Rd. (Waples??), Fairfax Co., Va., May 26, 2008.

The 8 to 10 inches of rain we've head area wide this May has made everything so vibrantly green this spring season. And kept the pollen lower than normal. Yay!

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The bucolic intersection of Fox Mill Rd. and Lawyers Rd. (yes, Lawyers Rd.), Fairfax County, Va., May 26,2008.

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Fairfax County Parkway near Fair Lakes Parkway, Fairfax County, Va., May 26, 2008

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Transmission and/or cellphone towers along Fairfax County Parkway, Fairfax Co., Va., May 26, 2008

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Heading back toward D.C. on I-395, the Henry Shirley Memorial Parkway. That would be Gerry driving.

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We drove over to Gravelly Point along the Potomac River on the north side of Reagan National Airport, detouring through the airport on the way there.

Above is a picture of the control tower at Reagan Washington National Airport (DCA), May 26, 2008.

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When the wind is from the south or southwest, the jets do the "downriver" approach into and take-off from National Airport, and conversely, when the wind is from the north or northwest, the jets do the "upriver" approach into and departure from National Airport.

In those (nowadays rare) times I fly out of DCA, I always try to get a right side window seat in the event there is an upriver departure, and when flying into DCA, I try to get a left side window seat in the event there is a downriver arrival. This is in the hope of getting the brief, spectacular view of D.C.

I'm not sure how it works if the wind is from the northeast, east, or southeast.

(If it is an upriver approach from the south or a downriver departure to the south, it doesn't matter which side you're one.)

In any event, when the jets do the downriver approach into DCA, they come screaming in over Gravelly Point park at literally just a couple hundred feet up. This is a picture of Gary as a jet approached. That is the 2 mile distant Washington Monument. Gravelly Point Park was packed today.

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Yours Truly, Regulus, and my fat ass trying to do a flip. I've never been so fat in my life, my butt is huge. I weigh 168 pounds these days (I'm 5'7-1/2"). I really oughta go to the gym.

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Here is a picture of Kristof and Yours Truly. That distant object over Kristof's right shoulder is actually the approx. 2-1/2 mile distant U.S. Capitol dome.

Thereafter, the four of us went to the Skydome (as mentioned above). The TWO Long Island iced teas I had and the motion of the revolving restaurant made for an interesting combined effect.

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On Saturday, I spent the afternoon with my other good friend LP on the Montgomery County (suburban Maryland) side of the DC area. I took a few pictures but I'll post them later.

Three other items:

* First, I do want to say that I have not been by any of my blogger buddies blogs in a long time, and at this rate, I'm not sure when I will. I am sorry. But it's not like I'm being missed in some huge way. I guess I should appreciate those bloggers who are my regular readers than I do, by which I mean returning the favor and visiting their blogs.

*Secondly, I have to go to the eye doctor for that follow-up visit tomorrow. I really hope I don't have to do the pupil dilation thing again. Gary is taking me / picking me up. The place is in Riverdale, Md.

* Third, I still haven't updated my Arcturus blog, though I intend to do so in a few days, but I must say that I'm not feeling all affectionate these days anymore toward a certain person in particular -- that gratuitous and shitty cheap shot at my expense last week really irked me -- so why the heck should I bother. I may just turn that blog into an astronomy / weather / political commentary one. That might be a better idea.

--Regulus

Saturday, May 24, 2008

The Waters of March AND May ...

Alas, an update on my Arcturus blog will have to wait until tomorrow or Monday.

Above: 1500 block, R St., NW, Washington, D.C., this past Sat. night. This entry is being finalized around 430AM Sun. morning (May 25th, 2008) after a very nice night at Cobalt with my favorite bartender and then at Town with Gary in what felt like a sort of weird "Old School" Nation night (circa Summer 2000) that, alas, in the end could not hold a candle to that place. Boo.

My pinched neck nerve (mentioned below) got taken care of by a Percocet and an anti-depressant/muscle relaxer called Klonopin (I used to take the generic version called clonazepam for anti - depression, which when I took it didn't do much -- boo).

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Phew. I had a very busy but overall very good week, which is why I wasn't able to update my two blogs as planned. I'm FINISHED with my coursework for my graduate program.


Today was busy with chores -- laundry, feeding Stephanie's cat, going to campus to clean out my locker and print out some stuff, grocery shopping, making dinner, and now writing entry -- that took me on route from home to Phil's place to College Park to take care of a few things, and back home that entailed several miles of walking and riding the Green Line Metro rail.

While walking, I managed to pinch a nerve in the left side of my neck. It hurts like hell and it's hard for me to turn my neck. Uh, oh. But I'm home now in my wee efficiency -- now lit by TWO lamps and the window a/c purring. I'm watching the Britcoms on MPT (they're actually on tonight). Gary is supposed to come over in a bit and we are planning on going to Cobalt.

I had to feed Stephanie's cat, Jasmine, as well as Phil's tropical fish, because Phil and Stephanie are in Paris with Chris and David until Tuesday. Stephanie and David have both lived in France (David is from there). Phil lives a few blocks from me now in D.C. near Belmont and 17th St., NW, across the street from the Meridian International Center.

Above is a picture of the Meridian International Center as seen from the 1600 block of Crescent Pl., NW. Here the Web site to the place. Almost every night there is some event going on there.

Last night, when I went there around 1130PM before going to Cobalt. Jasmine (pictured here) is a cat who was never socialized and is somewhat crazy. She hissed and cat-growled, and made to lunge, swatting at me, her ears back. All I was doing was trying to put food in her bowl. Jasmine looks like "Bucky" in the comic strip "Get Fuzzy."

Today, Jasmine was much less neurotic and only hissed once.

As it is, except for my dad's 18 year old cat, Pyewackett down in Florida, I'm more of a dog person.

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From blow out nothing ghetto ...

The ASTONISHING change at the corner of Irving St., NW, and 14th St., NW. This FINALLY transitioned from boom-boxed, blown-out ghetto wasteland EVER SINCE the MLK Jr. assassination riots that destroyed the neighborhood -- to what you see today.

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Tomorrow, I'm spending the day with LP in Montgomery Co., Maryland, hopefully driving about. I want to visit Garrett Park and Washington Grove, two interesting suburban tree-filled suburban enclaves. On Monday (which I have off), Gerry and I (and maybe Gary and Kristof) may take one of our drives about the suburban wilds of Northern Virginia. I have my eye doctor follow-up appt. on Tuesday and I return to work on Wednesday. My job transitions to a full-time salaried one with benefits the following Monday (June 1).

I've decided to write about Mr. Sirius on my Arcturus blog. Yesterday was the "official" 4th year of our disastrous encounter when in a scuffle I slapped him and that marked the start of the worst part of my 2004 nightmare year. Yes, I tried to apologize, but he never forgave me and his contempt for me only grew in time even as I did not move on.

I would like to direct any reader interested in this to the very funny comment my blogger friend Fingers left and my reply to that in my previous entry.

Also, there is some interesting irony in that I finished my paper -- in a 12 hour all nighter from 6PM Thur. to 6AM Fri. (and needless to say, I went into work late on Friday) -- for my international environmental treaties class on May 22/23, 2008, the precise four year anniversary of the incident. It is ironic because the paper marks the FINAL assignment for my FINAL class in my public policy degree program, at least in terms of required courses. I won't get the actual degree until probably Dec. '08.

The topic of the paper was how a better treaty might be developed to replace the mostly failed Kyoto Protocol once it expires at the end of the 2012.

I started the degree program in Jan. 2005 as a result of losing my job in Jan. 2004 -- the first shoe to drop in my annus horribilis -- and being unemployed and penniless. (I would not have made it without Phil to take me in in his old Silver Spring place, or without help from LP and my dad, not to mention my other friends who helped me.) The second shoe to drop was the Mr. Sirius disaster, which only hurt me, not him as he never gave a damn (I know that).

This is my third master's degree (!), but this one so far is working out the best.

Yesterday evening, we had an office happy hour and dinner in Bethesda (where I work) at Black's Bar & Kitchen on the firm's tab.

There are several Black's in the Maryland suburbs, including Black's Bar & Kitchen (Bethesda), Black Market Bistro (Garrett Park), Blacksalt (MacArthur Blvd., Wash. D.C.), and Addie's (Rockville). The Bethesda one includes a raw bar.

My boss and the founder of the firm were there, as well as four of my co-workers. It was the second Friday in a row where I was part of a $450 to $500 dinner on someone else's tab (!). Last week, it was at Cafe Japone on P St., NW, with Phil and others that also included a show at The Improv on Connecticut Ave., where we saw a real(ly funny) comedian, John Pinette.

The corner of Norfolk Ave. and St. Elmo Ave., Bethesda, May 23, 2008.

Thereafter, some of us went to Rock Bottom in Bethesda, before I headed back into D.C. to go home to (1) shower and freshen up and (2) rest up a bit before gong back out to Cobalt to meet Kristof and Gary. They were earlier at Mr. Sirius's bar and Kristof told me he waited on them in a "professional and nice" way. Thpfthpfthpft. They were there that night four years ago when happened what happened.

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OK!

If you want to get a glimpse of Reagan era American optimism that even a mal - content such as me can appreciate and be moved by, read on ...

Below is an approx. 1 min. YouTube clip of what I consider to be one of the best advertisements of the 1980s. It is one of the "Coke Is It!" ads. I believe there were a number of such ads from the mid-1980s.

This one is from 1985
(when I was but 15 years old) and the ad lyrics are set to the tune of the wonderful bossa nova tune by
Antonio Carlos Jobim entitled Waters of March, except this is in the form of a power rock ballad style (of the 1980s "hair bands") that was popular at the time.



IF you watch this video, a few points ...

There is NO HOMOSEXUAL (GAY) imagery from the mid-1980s ... not even in an ambiguous way. This is something that would be VERY different today. And I'm a gay guy, so I'm just stating something I noticed. Sorrr-reeeee-y.

This ad was filmed in 1985 when the Statue of Liberty was in scaffolding for renovations ahead of her 1986 centennial. That is relevant to the NEXT point ...

At 11 sec. into the video, you will see a small girl on a beach ("... it's a girl on a beach ...") followed by Statue of Liberty imagery. This is TOTALLY an "answer" to the Planet of the Apes apocalyptic movie of the time in which the ruins of the Statue of Liberty rises out of the ocean in that legendary scene. In other words, by contrasting a small girl on a beach with the Statue of Liberty in that final scene, you are getting the "answer" from 1985 to nearly a generation earlier in 1968: America's best days are AHEAD of her!

*The space shuttle imagery ("IT IS TOTALLY NOW!") is my favorite -- and all the more bitterly ironic because it was just months before the unnecessary Challenger disaster.

* The girl around 45 sec. reminds me of "HotLipz," except MY friend HotLipz LONG AGO stopped reading this blog, so why the hell should I care?? Boooo!

*Below is the YouTube clip of the actual Antonio Carlos Jobim version of "Waters of March" tune, as sung by Mr. Jobim himself is here:



Alas, my Mr. Sirius entry will have to wait a bit longer. Boo. I will have it up a day or two on my Arcturus blog. Yay. Oh,yes, Happy Birthday, Mr.Sirius. May the next year be happy one for you.

He knows full well (but doesn't care) that I'm having a big problem getting over him because I don't want all this to have been for naught, ending up in a metaphorical pile of disdain and bitterness, and also because I'm just afraid to of replacing a bad thing with a no-thing. Boo.

--Regulus

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

On second (and third) thought ...

UPDATED: I decided to (re)post a slightly revised version of the previous entry after all 'cuz the whole thing is bugging me.

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... I have decided to take down, at least for now, my May 20, 2008 entry "Local Comedian Mr. Sirius Speaks" that was my reply, as it were, to the hateful and wholly gratuitous comments he made about me in his current blog entry.

--Regulus

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Local Comedian Mr. Sirius Speaks

**This is a slightly revised version of the original entry, which I've decided to (re)post after all.**

The following was posted earlier today by Mr. Sirius on his new blog, "IMJUSTGOD!.COM"

It concerns the audience reaction to his stand up performance at Nellies at a Sunday bachelor show, which by his own admission, wasn't very good. There was a Craig's List posting that said something to the effect "you sucked, but you’re hot, let’s get a drink." He then speculated on who may have written it, and added the following:

"or it could very well be my stalker Unstable Mabel who managed to sneak his way in to Nellies on Sunday night."

Just a few thoughts ...

First (place), I wasn't even going to mention on my blog his performance, but since I was so uncharitably referenced, I guess I have a green light to do so, esp. since I don't know what kind of comments that might elucidate on his blog from his friends and fans. Let's get one thing clear: I DID NOT post that on Craig's List. I've never even used Craig's List. Furthermore, I've attempted no communication with him since March 2006.

Second (chance), I did nothing wrong by going to Nellies to watch that bachelor's auction.

He only wrote what he did because some of his friends and fans were there, and in the event I was recognized, he just wanted to be able to say I somehow had to "sneak" my way in. As he has on a few occasions before, he just made stuff up about me, my actions, and my motives.

Third (way), his act left a few things to be desired, particularly invoking the fact someone he was once close to got cancer. No one laughed and he was reduced to saying, "People laughed the last time I said it!"

I'm sorry, but that really has very little value as humor. By contrast, the late actress and comedian Gilda Radner could do it precisely because it was she who suffered cancer, not her ex-boyfriend.


Of course, it may just be the case that his act isn't really about humor but about himself, a key distinction that unfortunately may very well be lost on him. And how classy and responsible is it to blame the audience? (That's essentially what he did in his entry despite saying otherwise.)


Fourth (dimension), his total disdain of me only seems to grow in time despite the fact I do nothing to him and very rarely see him. Let me say here and now that I don't love him anymore and not seeing him is a relief. Doesn't this therefore make me a strange sort of stalker?

Fifth (element), he looks like a body builder these days, but I guess that's the look he wants. No, it's not bad, but he's just so big.

Sixth (sense), I always knew we lived in different worlds, but I also always assumed he was a nice person. Not I'm not so sure. Instead, he seems to be rapidly becoming that which he has been calling so many other people on his blog lately. Maybe he always was and I just didn't see it.

I don't need that kind of person in my life saying those kinds of things about me. Mr. Sirius can take his contempt of me and those lies about me, not to mention his Milky Way Galaxy - spanning ego, and go to that place he once said on his old, old blog that (in his own words) he said his "cold-hearted" self was on his way to.

Seventh and last (day), I was wrong ever to become attached to him. I may have done some bad things in this whole situation, but I deserve so much better, to be treated like a decent human being with feelings and worth, and not callously labeled and dehumanized as a worthless sociopath and semi-criminal. Maybe that was the lesson all along. It just had to take place through my weak spot -- an outwardly beautiful boy with a very cold heart.


--Regulus