11.27.98
Enter the worst shopping day of the year, and I had to go the Mecca of shopping centers TWICE today. Well, let's just say it wasn't a very pleasant experience either time. As such, we'll not talk about it further.
Yesterday really kicked MondoDesiAss (That's the high and mighty Thanksgiving, btw) I always love to consume 3 000 calories in a setting, don't you? I was in the kitchen for most of the day, doing little "Martha Stewart meets June Cleaver" domestic things. I really enjoy it, as mentioned earlier. Supper was at 6pm (a civilized hour. I've always disliked the mid afternoon supper concept) The menu was pretty standard: 20# turkey, more smashed starchy stuff than you can shake a stick at, and the usual wonderful cranberry orange stuff that I just want to rub all over my body.
and nothing from a can.
I'm oddly distracted today, for some reason. RR and I spent the entire day out and about, running to and from the Post office and "Shopping Hell". Had a lovely lunch out at TGIFriday and strolled across the one historical green park on this Island, Thomas Square. Thomas Square is fairly notorious in the minds of the local homos as one of the cruisier spots in the known universe. As RR and I were strolling across the lawn to the Academy of Arts, we noticed a fellow who was just a little too old to be wearing the lycra tights he was wearing. His ass was also way too large to be gracing them.
The exhibit at the Academy that we were bound for was a show of toys from one of the local Bon Vivants, Rick Ralston. He's the icon behind a huge (yet shrinking) empire called Crazy Shirts. Seems that Mr. Ralston sunk a huge and significant chunk of his fortune into stuff. Lots of stuff. Warehouses of stuff. So much so that his empire reminds one of the scenes in Citizen Kane, where we look out over nothing but stuff. His big love is antique toys, and that was what was in the galleries at the Academy. Walls jammed with trains, piles of stuff. I was granted the privilege of seeing the "mutherlode" in his headquarters, after what was displayed had been removed. He's got enough to run about fifteen more toy exhibits.
Going back to a previous entry, it seems that some further explanation is necessary regarding certain things that I have previously said. A couple of days ago, I had a discussion about Christians, and hypocritical behaviour among the leaders of the faith. I was referring to the Benny Hins of the world. Those clearly "in it for the $$$" guys who are glad to take a pensioners last dollar to assure them a place in heaven. That's who I have a problem with, not the true concept of christianity/christians. Those who subscribe to the WWJD, and realize that JC had a really open mind, and loved everybody, not just those with enough bucks to realize Nirvana. Like the old bumper sticker sez, "God, please protect me from your followers."
Another thing....Real men utilize technology, and allow it to do their bidding, Mr. Rush. ;)
Yesterday really kicked MondoDesiAss (That's the high and mighty Thanksgiving, btw) I always love to consume 3 000 calories in a setting, don't you? I was in the kitchen for most of the day, doing little "Martha Stewart meets June Cleaver" domestic things. I really enjoy it, as mentioned earlier. Supper was at 6pm (a civilized hour. I've always disliked the mid afternoon supper concept) The menu was pretty standard: 20# turkey, more smashed starchy stuff than you can shake a stick at, and the usual wonderful cranberry orange stuff that I just want to rub all over my body.
and nothing from a can.
I'm oddly distracted today, for some reason. RR and I spent the entire day out and about, running to and from the Post office and "Shopping Hell". Had a lovely lunch out at TGIFriday and strolled across the one historical green park on this Island, Thomas Square. Thomas Square is fairly notorious in the minds of the local homos as one of the cruisier spots in the known universe. As RR and I were strolling across the lawn to the Academy of Arts, we noticed a fellow who was just a little too old to be wearing the lycra tights he was wearing. His ass was also way too large to be gracing them.
The exhibit at the Academy that we were bound for was a show of toys from one of the local Bon Vivants, Rick Ralston. He's the icon behind a huge (yet shrinking) empire called Crazy Shirts. Seems that Mr. Ralston sunk a huge and significant chunk of his fortune into stuff. Lots of stuff. Warehouses of stuff. So much so that his empire reminds one of the scenes in Citizen Kane, where we look out over nothing but stuff. His big love is antique toys, and that was what was in the galleries at the Academy. Walls jammed with trains, piles of stuff. I was granted the privilege of seeing the "mutherlode" in his headquarters, after what was displayed had been removed. He's got enough to run about fifteen more toy exhibits.
Going back to a previous entry, it seems that some further explanation is necessary regarding certain things that I have previously said. A couple of days ago, I had a discussion about Christians, and hypocritical behaviour among the leaders of the faith. I was referring to the Benny Hins of the world. Those clearly "in it for the $$$" guys who are glad to take a pensioners last dollar to assure them a place in heaven. That's who I have a problem with, not the true concept of christianity/christians. Those who subscribe to the WWJD, and realize that JC had a really open mind, and loved everybody, not just those with enough bucks to realize Nirvana. Like the old bumper sticker sez, "God, please protect me from your followers."
Another thing....Real men utilize technology, and allow it to do their bidding, Mr. Rush. ;)
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