Disconnected

There was a good portion of my day today where I simply refused to be available... to anyone that didn't really want my attention, that is. I didn't open outlook and I didn't check any of the mail I have on webservers. And to tell you the truth, I kinda liked it.

You see, if you have my phone number, but you e-mail me anyway... I sometimes get the feeling that what you had to say wasn't all that damn important. Sometimes I'm right, the emails don't have much important to say. Sometimes I make that judgement call myself and just slap the label on there specifically because you chose to email the contents instead of call. Most of the time when that happens, people have their story all lined up already...

- I was too busy to talk so I just sent of a quick email instead...

- I wanted to talk to you but I didn't want to interrupt what you were doing...

- I thought maybe it would be better if we didn't talk so I just emailed it off instead...

Do you see a trend here? My thoughts on those stories...If it were that damn important to you, you wouldn't have been too busy, you would have risked interrupting, or you would have put your balls on the line and tried to talk about it. But apparently whatever it is you had to say just wasn't...

So if its not that damn important to you, I'm not going feel bad for being disconnected for a few hours of sanity.

Those of you without my number, I apologize...

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Walk the Line

I saw Walk the Line last night. Let me tell you, it was a hard movie to watch. It was a good movie, but I almost walked out on at least three separate occasions because it weighed so heavy on me that I thought I might never get the tears to stop if I stayed. However, I did stay and was able to manage keeping the waterworks to a minimum.

Earlier yesterday, I read Eric's take on the movie...

Â… the sad thing is, Johnny Cash had everything.. fame, fortune, and blowjobs from adoring bobby-soxersÂ… but he drove himself into the ground because his Pa was an assholeÂ… full of self-pity, the Great Man in Black had the backbone of slow-boiled Cajun shrimp.. at least according to the movieÂ… it took June Carter straightening him up and stroking his ego to save him from oblivionÂ…

I have to say, no disrespect intended, I didn't see things quite the same way. Of course, most everything I now know about Johnny Cash (other than the music) is from this movie, so I could be off in left field picking belly button lint for all I know. But I saw Johnny Cash as someone far from that with a backbone of slow-boiled shrimp. I saw a man more honest with himself than most people I've met today, that lacked the tools and support to constructively manage that honesty. There were no secrets about his pain or where it came from. I saw a man that knew, deep down, that he was worth something with great things to offer. But I also saw a man that saw himself through glasses that, unfortunately, no one else wore. His mirror became their perception. He was abandoned, even in success, and turned to vices for comfort.

June Carter didn't stroke his ego. From what I saw, she elegantly kicked him more times than most any man could ever take. What man today do you know that would keep coming back after all the closed doors and broken dreams? Not many. June Carter didn't straighten him up. She walked away from the self-destructive behavior and refused to be a part of the negative comfort seeking lifestyle he was leading. What June Carter did for Johnny Cash was the greatest thing any person can do for another - she shattered that mirror of other people's perceptions. She wore the glasses he had worn so long ago. She allowed him to see a better reality that didn't need to be escaped.

I will admit, no one is bulletproof, but in my mind, my heros will always be 6 feet tall... You see, my heros are the ones that struggle but manage to get back up again. The ones that can stumble, falter, and fall, but always return with a comeback. The ones that inspire perserverence and determination by their success against adversity, not their luck or aura of Godliness. Anyone that can keep walking forward, no matter how many roadblocks come up or how many times they make the wrong choice, will forever be the tallest person I know.

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Feisty and Fun

Sometimes things are just not what you think... Just take the following description, for example. What if it were to be vaguely considered a personal ad?

5'6, top heavy SWF
Former cheerleader, go-go dancer, and cocktail waitress
Dyed hair
Pierced
Multiple tattoos

She sounds sort of interesting, doesn't she? Probably fun, maybe a little wild? Perhaps has a freaky streak somewhere that might make it worth the date to find out for sure...? After all, it is Friday night and all... But wait, there's more! more...

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Crap Queens

Riding home on the train tonight, I encountered two surprises...that when combined just sent it all down in flames...

#1 - the train was damn near empty. Hallelujah!

#2 - two overly flamboyant, broke-down, stank-ass, ghetto queens (and yes, I do mean queen in the way you think I mean queen) thought they owned the joint.

Ordinarily two queens on an empty train would have made for a pretty entertaining situation but these two just jacked that whole idea all to hell.

Most queens have some kind of flashy outfit that is mildly amusing... These guys were dressed in dirty, baggy clothes (mostly black) that looked like they had been worn for two weeks straight. They were complete with nappy, badly dyed hair that had no style. Accentuated by the stupid 'i-stole-a-pair-of-my-momma's-stockings-and-put-them-on-my-head' type hats. (come on, are they 'hats'? really? are they?)

Most queens will entertain you (in the Montel kind of way) with their flamboyant speech and dramatic conversations... These guys were just loud and obnoxious about a whole lot of nothing interesting... across the train from each other...

Most queens have some attention getting 'talent' that is mildly amusing... These guys were not blessed with such gifts... or grace... or talent. Period. They had a CD player that they turned up loud enough to hear without wearing the headphones... to which the one not near it felt the need to sing along with...very poorly. He missed the beat, forgot the words, and just plain sucked.

Scampered about the train and echoing their antics through the whole car, they were perhaps some of the most annoying people I have ever come into contact with. And I've met a fair number of Demorats, so that's saying a lot. So here's what I think should happen as a result of the pain I suffered at their expense...

The real queens of DC should get together and beat these two crap queens within an inch of their lives with their old stilettos. They are giving queens everywhere a bad name ... and depriving the entire metro area of the comedic blogfodder that a queenie encounter should deliver...

(I wonder how many friends my gay republican friend will bring to the fight)

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Thursday's Yummies

So this dude is still all about drooling over Claudia Black. I do see his point though, she is quite the sight sometimes, especially as her character Aeryn:

But just between you, me, and the 'sphere, after having met the dude, I'm not so sure he can really handle a tough chick like that... women like that are best left to the curious chicks professionals such as myself...

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