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Internet Cage-Match
I am a finalist to compete in The Ultimate Blogger contest at Urban Honking. Out of 300+ applicants, I am one of the final 30.
What does that mean?
The Ultimate Blogger is a 6-week competition between 12 people to be the best blogger in order to win a $500 dollar prize package. Each week consists of two challenges and two eliminations. The person or team that wins the challenge is safe, forcing the other players to vote someone out of the game. The last blogger remaining will be crowned The Ultimate Blogger and win the prize package.Yes, I am a finalist for, essentially, a blogging reality show. That's hot.
Do I have what it takes to make it into the Final 12? Will I be the token gay? Can I channel Richard Hatch and kick some blog-ass? We'll all find out soon as I believe the competition starts early next week. Wish me luck.
Posted on 04/30/05 at 12:05 PM | Comments (1)Tagged: Blogosphere
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Guilty
I really, really enjoy What I Like About You.
It's a sitcom... on The WB.
Delete me from your Favorites now.
What I Like About You is a show starring 90210's Jennie Garth and, um, Nickelodeon's Amanda Bynes. I really have no idea what the premise is, but I catch the show on Sundays during EasyView, and I just love it. It's charming and kind-of-funny. But best of all, it features Popular's Mary Cherry (Leslie Grossman) -- and several hot young actors, particuarly one Nick Zano -- potentially one of the hottest men on television.
Nick Zano is hot.
I don't have much else to say - but I guess this is an excuse to post pictures of Mr. Zano.
Watch The WB's What I Like About You. And spend some quality time with Nick's pictures.
You'll thank me later.
Tagged: Hot Guys
No Lid Upon My Head
So my pre-order of Tiger did not arrive today as promised by Apple. In fact, they can't even tell me when it's coming. Isn't that shitty? I ordered it the day it came out, too. I'm starting to feel the Mac backlash rising within me... grr.
Also: I've had a headache all day that just won't quit. It's raging -- pound, pound, pound -- and won't yield to Tylenol, hydration, or rest. Fuck that shit.
Finally: Family Guy's Seth MacFarlane last night was rather lackluster. I don't know what to call it, as it wasn't really a speech or performance. He didn't do much. After a short intro, he showed this Sunday's new episode (which I had already seen) in full, and then did Q&A for an hour. I love the show, but I was bored pretty quickly. People started to stream out after the first few questions, and I can't say that I blame them. He did the Stewie voice. Cool. Now what?
On the bright side, Seth is a super-cool guy. Very approachable and friendly. And hairy.
Tagged: Life, Etc.
MAKE THE MAN 2.4 | What a Heartfelt Vow
Make The Man | A Story By Patrick Raymond
Part One, Section Two: "The Dress Sock"
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"Oh," I fumed. I was pissed, pacing around Allison's room, Bud Light in hand. "All he said was, 'oh.' I tell him I'm leaving, and all he says is 'oh'? Who says 'oh'?"
"What did you expect?"
"I don't know. A simple 'don't go' would've been nice."
"Passive-aggressive shit like that never works. Besides, what would you have done if he'd said to stay? You still would have run."
"No. I wouldn't—" I couldn't finish the sentence. Instead, I took a long, deliberate sip of the brew in my hand. It was cold, delicious -- and finally starting to affect my brain. "I'm not running."
"So is that why you're leaving, then? Him?"
"No. I don't even know what I'm doing any more. God."
"But he's not enough to keep you here."
"Allison, it's not about him. You know that. I... I care about him. A lot."
With a laugh I hadn't heard her use before, she said, "Well, super for you, Mr. Care Bear. You sure do like your boyfriend a lot. Ex-boyfriend, I should say."
"Whose side are you on, anyway? And he's not officially my ex, yet."
She stood up from her bed and glared at me. This was enough to halt my pacing and we stood, face to face.
"'I'm leaving for good. I need time. I don't know what I want.' You broke his heart because what he heard was, 'I'm leaving you. I don't know if I want you.'"
Shrugging off the confrontation, I finished my beer and grabbed another round from the mini-fridge for the both of us. "What do you care about Duncan? You never were crazy about me and him together anyway."
"And apparently neither were you."
I handed her a Bud. "Ally, this isn't about me and Duncan, is it?"
"Why are you changing the subject?"
"This is about you and me."
"You leaving your boyfriend has nothing to do with me." Now she started pacing.
"But I'm not just leaving him."
"What about him isn't good enough?"
"I'm leaving Rhode Island."
"Not cute enough?"
"Leaving URI."
"Not enough of a baseball superstar?"
"Leaving Hopkins."
"Not good enough in bed?"
"Leaving the crew."
"Not the imaginary dream man you've pinned after for years?"
"Leaving you."
She stopped her pacing, and we finally looked at each other, finally listened.
Her face was flushed. I'd never really seen her like this. And she wasn't even drunk yet. "The fact that you can't love another human being has nothing to do with me."
"What are you talking about?"
"Are you that incapable of love?"
"Incapable? That's a very harsh word."
"Truth hurts."
Oh, we were in a fight now. "It's not the truth."
"You said it yourself. You never loved Duncan. You've never loved anybody."
"I have and I do."
"Who?"
It was a no-brainer. I quickly said: "You."
"Then say it."
"What?"
"That you love me, asshole."
"I do."
"Say it."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Say it!"
I looked at her for a moment. Angry. "No."
"No?"
"It's silly. You know I do."
"I told you so."
I sighed.
"You sure like to play the part of Mr. Sensitive, Mr. Gay Best Friend, Sam," she said, "but you are such a typical male. Those three words terrify you."
"I am not incapable, not afraid of love. I'm not typical. I'm normal."
"Prove it."
"I'm going to say it somebody. This summer. I am going to fall in love and say it before school starts."
"What a heartfelt vow. When August 31 rolls around, you'll be searching from the first schmuck you can find to whisper sweet nothings to. But they'll be nothing. Anybody can say I love you. Can you mean it?"
I stared at her for a long while. Then I finished my beer and threw the can away.
"Yes," I said and I left the room.
Hours and beers later, we'd cooled down considerably and regrouped. Tomorrow, tomorrow at sunrise, my mother would arrive with the family SUV. Tomorrow we'd pack and fight and deal with the aftermath. We'd cry tomorrow. But tonight -- we'd party. Sunrise would be here soon enough.
We soon found ourselves in Carly's forth-floor RA room. And we soon found ourselves on her balcony. Just Allison and me, in the pouring rain. And we screamed at the top of our lungs. We stayed out there until we were soaking wet and our voices died. When we came in, we were so cold, and our throats burned, but we were cleansed.
Everybody thought we were crazy. We couldn't stop laughing, but no one else got it. We understood. Would this be our last inside joke together? In that moment, I think we both realized what exactly we were leaving behind.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. Posted on 04/29/05 at 4:29 PM | Comments (1)
Tagged: Make The Man
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The Pride Issue
90s-Something (1997, Part 3)
« Continued from '97, Part Two
Sunshine. Lollypops. Lemonade.
Well, not exactly. Things aren't paradise for me -- but they are better. But when you live through the kind of winter I did, that's not hard to achieve.
Let's see.
Fooled around with friend from school? Check.
Been dumped brutally by said friend on Valentine's Day? Check.
Been outed to mother by email? Check.
Cheated on high school term paper? Got caught? Check. Check.
Finally begun dealing with a buried trauma? Check.
And that's just the start of 1997.
Read MorePosted on 04/27/05 at 4:48 PM | Comments (9)
Tagged: 90s-Something