The Godfathers devour The Cupcakes in Tuesday match!
Thursday, June 27, 2002
08:34 a.m.

Once again, wanted to post yesterday but ran out of time. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong and by the time I could sit down, it was time to go home. I only managed to pound out another 100 word ficlet in the Soapy Showdown for a ML I'm on. As soon as I get permissions, I'm going to archive the story. I think it is rather cute myself.

But we did win on tuesday. It was a good game. At least I think it was. Well...I had fun at any rate.

We don't play today. We are not on the roster. We are meeting today at lunch though for a strategy meeting. See, on Tueday when we play against Team Sprocket. The rest of the team is a little worried about Sprocket, they have a ringer sort of.

Mr. Wolokowski. Little guy, stands about 5' nothing, and is about 100 years old. But from what I understand, he is a kick ass bocce player, and has been playing since, forever.

Strategy meeting. I have to laugh. These guys take this very seriously. Not just my team, all of them seem to.

*~*~*~*~*

Now this is funny. Here I sit, typing away happily about the inane details of my life, like anyone would really be interested in hearing it. I know a friend of mine tells me that nothing in my life is too boring to hear about, and I can appreciate that. But this isn't just a chat between me and her. I'm putting out boring details of my life for all the world to read. And apparently someone is reading them.

What a voyeuristic society we live in. And that isn't a judgement. I'm equally guilty of it. I devour the journal details of not only my friends, but sometimes of just random and complete strangers. I mean, look at the popularity of journals. Even my sister Renee is in on it from what I hear. I'm still trying to get her to give me the address. She seems a bit shy about it still.

I wonder why that is, that we find the mundane lives of others so fascinating. Interesting thought problem.

Hot and Muggy today
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
10:19 a.m.

Time drags on and yet it seems to move by so quickly when you aren't paying attention.

Word is coming down. Another round of layoffs. People I work with are being axed left and right. Although the pink slips come out on Friday, some of them know ahead of time. But not all.

Some guys were told that the bus was leaving and they don't get a seat. Ain't that some shit?

Silence...
The halls echo.
Voices, once ecstatic
Now croak in disillusionment.
Who's left?

The guys in the shop are at each other's throat again, jockying for position. I think they know it's too late, the decisions have been made, but still they snipe and punch and kick at each other. And these guys claim to be friends. Go figure.

We have a bocce game today. The other teams have picked up on the team naming thing and have selected their names. Not only are the Godfathers undefeated so far, we are trendsetters too.

The Cupcakes (an all female bocce team) is up for our next slaught...errrmmm...game. [laughs] Don't think I'm fooled by that name for one minute. Females can be some of the bloodthristiest players.

*~*~*~*~*

Barbequed this past weekend at Drews. Saturday to be specific. One of the guys brought over a keg, we fired up the MegaMan grill, set up a badmiton net, and I proceeded to get my ass kicked by a 13 year old girl (bloodthristy, remember?).

The judgemental friend and his wife came over. It was...awkward. He pulled me aside and asked if everything was cool between us. What the hell could I say at the party? We talked a bit and in the end, just agreed to disagree and that that subject shouldn't come up between us in conversation.

Drew got sunburnt, not too badly, but he has this fair complexion. Even with SPF ungodly, he burnt. Which means...[laughs] I got to slather his body up with aloe. Not a total loss in my book. Although he was hurting a bit and I don't like to see him hurting.

I was pretty fucking pissed on Sunday though. I had asked the guy that brought the keg if he wanted me to return it, I didn't mind. He said sure that's cool and I thought the subject was done.

So...Sunday morning, Drew had a cold-ish shower to take the temper out of his burn, I greased him up with aloe and ... one thing lead to another...I think you know where this is going....he's ready, I'm chomping at the bit..we get started ...

And that asshole shows up to get his fucking keg. He didn't want to trust me to get it returned on time.

THEN...he couldn't get it in the trunk of his wife's car and we ended up having to load it on my truck. Only two people are trusted to drive my truck and this guy ISN'T one of them.

Needless to say, when I got back, the mood had passed for Drew and he was cleaning up after the party.

Gah...

toxic
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So much to do, so little time
Friday, June 21, 2002
09:58 a.m.

Wanted to post yesterday but just ran out of time.

And actually I was still feeling a bit sorry for myself, but the mood passed.

Good news is that my bocce team has won it's second game yesterday. The Godfathers (plus the faux italian) are kicking bocce ass! This week kicked off the bocce season and so far we have won both games that we have played.

I guess the faux italian needs some explanation.

Due to politics and just plain nastiness, the shop team didn't want a "fag" on their team when the organizers were divying up teams. Cool. If I'm not wanted, I won't force myself on anyone. So I got put with another set of men. They are all older researchers, having worked with the company for many years. And they are all italian. In fact it seems that most of the players in this thing are italian. Then there is me, with my blue collar whitebread queer ass sitting there among all these professional muy macho italian academia.

So over a team coffee meeting they were throwing out ideas to name the team and they settled on The Godfathers. I did offer up that I'm NOT italian, but they didn't seem concerned. They said that my coloration is dark enough that I could pass for one.

Well, I was relating that part of the story to a friend in chat one evening and she said "...a faux italian...". I told the team this and they roared and it has stuck. I'm the faux italian.

So the official name of the team is The Godfathers (plus the faux italian), but we just call ourselves The Godfathers.

Okay. So that is a stupid story.

More good news, I finally finished the birthday fic I started for bear months ago. It is for Sin:The Movie, which isn't that great of an anime movie, but it's okay. But she wanted a lemon fic with two of the characters and that is what she got.

It is an NC-17 and a bit graphic. And can be found on my fic page under Confessions on the fics page. The link I provide here should take you right to the fic though.

BUT

If you aren't old enough to be reading adult material, then don't go. Don't get me in trouble when your parents find out you are going to places you shouldn't be going.

Now that that fic is done, I can start working on the side fic to D's The Sun Never Sets. (It can be found on her page fanfic archives under Story Arcs) She has given me permission to write about Anastas and Dimitri, two original characters in the story.

I already have the story sort of mapped out, but I seem to be writing it out of order and in small chunks. I am striking while the iron is hot and my creative juices are flowing. And instead of just a oneshot deal, it is turning into an epic all its own. I'm psyched about it.

This entry got longer than I wanted it to. Hmmmm...

Rant
Wednesday, June 19, 2002
09:31 a.m.

I should just stop reading fanfiction unless it is written by sources that I trust.

While stumbling around on the internet, I happened to run across a boy band slash. I know that a couple of my friends are dead set against boy bands and anything to do with boy bands. Being curious since I rarely, if ever, am in that arena, I decided to give it a chance.

I'm sorry I did.

While I could appreciate the fact that the authoress at least didn't make them sound like two girls with penises giggling in the back of their tour bus (perhaps an overused plot device?), when it got down to the sex, it made me hurt.

I don't know about all other men who engage in anal sex, just the ones I know personally, and I'm sure that someone can come up with an exception (which I hate people to do. The exception does not negate the rule!) But I can tell you from my experience, it fucking hurts to get penetrated with zero preparation, zero lube. No foreplay, just dive in and start pounding.

I had to stop reading, it made my ass hurt just thinking about it.

And no it wasn't one of those that he was sporting a butt plug before hand. They both hadn't had any in a while, were unprepared and just dove in and fucked like bunnies. Maybe women can, men can't.

I have to wonder if most boy band fics are like that. Do they have any gay males in their fandom to help try to set some things straight? Hell I'll even take straight guys who have had anal sex before. (and there is a difference. Having experienced anal sex does NOT automatically make one gay. If you want to know what the difference is, email me. I'll be glad to explain.)

I recognize and have even said, that some men need a stock in Astroglide before they are ready, some are ready when they drop their pants, but it is always safe to try and use a little lube for entry. Besides, a little foreplay, incorporating lube, is always much more fun.

Or maybe it's just me and my past which colors my perceptions.

At least they (the author throught the actions of the characters) didn't equate sex with love. I hate that even more. With love, comes sex. It's a natural expression of that love. But sex does not necessarily come with love. Especially in the mind of a guy.

But who am I? I'm rarely listened to.

Just stuff
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
09:57 p.m.

Tonight's movie was The Bourne Identity

And what a great movie it is too. I recommend it.

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I'm on break
Monday, June 17, 2002
10:04 a.m.

I haven't exactly been in top form for the past week so entries are pretty nonexistant at this point. My apologies for dropping out of sight like that.

I can say with...ummm...pride?...that I finally caved and have paid to have the adverts taken off my home site. The popups and banners were beginning to bug me. I want to do more with my site, especially now that bear has learned how to work with frames. Now if I can just get the hang of style sheets...

If I decide I like this internet stuff enough, I will eventually break down and get my own domain and hosting site. But for now, having my stuff at bravenet with no banners or ads suits me just fine, thank you. I have my name, it's at a host site already...no problems.

I'm completely down-to-earth! Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.

I made the fatal mistake of going to fanfiction.net to check out some yaoi fics in a new anime I'm interested in. What is the first one I read? A pregnant male character fic. Maybe some of the guys you ladies out there know wouldn't mind getting pregnant, but I can tell you here and now, this guy doesn't. I care deeply for Drew and if he and I decided to make this a permanent thing, we will try to adopt if he wants children that badly. Neither he nor I enjoy the prospect of carrying a child to term and believe me when I say, I damn sure don't want to read about it in my fics either. I really wished they had put a warning in the heading. I'm pissed I got as far as I did in the fic before the pregnant part. I stopped reading after that.

What is it about some fanfic writiers that feel the compulsory need to feminize the male characters? Are they not interesting enough as male, that they have to be made as a chick with a dick?

I'm getting off this train, because obviously I'll never understand.

I did this last night
Monday, June 17, 2002
06:49 a.m.

But I ran out of steam to get an entry posted about it.

Check out the pic of my pride and joy!

I'm back, for the moment anyway.