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Fed up with trying to decide what posts should go where, I decided to start another blog to house a lot of what I would consider non-personal posts. Check out:

YAGblog.com

(It stands for “Yet Another Gay/Geek/Game Blog”.)

I’ve got a good start over the last couple of days. How do the professional bloggers do it? More importantly, where’s the feeds of hot shirtless guys that they post?

I just heard of this, and I think it’s fabulous. Next time someone asks me “Where’s your boyfriend?” I’ll just flip them off with my ring finger.

Seems like it would fit when I’m in that mood.

I loved The King of Kong, and like most viewers I absolutely hated Billy Mitchell at the end of it. We were meant to be on Steve Weibe’s side, and I certainly believe that he deserved his record score
in Donkey Kong. Since the documentary both of them have topped their scores in the film, so it’s all moot but you still end the film with a bad taste in your mouth as you look at Mitchell’s over-coiffed persona.

Harper’s Magazine posted a story about a reporter who spent five years reporting on Mitchell and the whole competitive Video Game scene from another angle, telling the story of a man from New York who was a
master at Mrs. Pac-Man. It had the same elements: possibly discounted recordings by the Twin Galaxies insiders and a quest to prove their skills live. The difference is that this upstart succeeded where Wiebe
failed. And this happened at the EXACT SAME TIMEFRAME.

It’s an excellent alternative look at the events of Kong, and while my feelings haven’t changed I feel better after reading it.

(Via Boing Boing.)

10 years ago yesterday, I drove from the family farm in the Buick filled to the brim with my stuff to Chicago to start a new life as an adult. I stayed with my friend Vince for a few months as I got settled and eventually moved into the city and my new fabulous existence.

It’s fitting that now 10 years later I’m trying to jumpstart the next phase of my life.

And I’m seeing Cher on Saturday.

10 years… yikes. Expect much navel-gazing on this for the next week.

I’ve started running over the last month or so in an effort to get myself back into shape. Timing was kind of horrible, as I’ve been everywhere but home over the last couple of weeks and I’m leaving for Vegas on Friday, but I’ve been sticking to it. My running plan is the Couch to 5K plan, and I found a good podcast that does the timing for you.

Each week, the runs get that much longer. Last week (which lasted for three weeks because of my schedule) the longest run was 3 minutes. This week I started with a 3 minute run, and the other interval was 5. There’s a point where you just have to gulp and do it. I knew that I could pull it off, but it was daunting at first glance.

And I did it. My calves are killing me but I’ve stretched them out and hopefully they’ll be better tomorrow. And Wednesday I’ll go do it all over again. And hopefully Friday/Monday in Vegas. It’s fun watching my stamina improve.

God bless the SciFi channel. I’ve been a bit tough on them before with the cancellation of SGA, but last night they gave us Flu Bird Horror. I haven’t missed the Homegame more in my life.

It’s bad, y’all. It’s REAL bad.

Apparently a bunch of juvenile delinquents are being marched through the woods in some kind of Scared Straight action, when they’re attacked by giant mutant birds. Meanwhile a hunter who was attacked but lived is taken by the forest ranger to the local town where he develops Bird Flu symptoms. The scout leader of the Juvies dies by bird attack, the psycho man in the group takes over, and wackiness ensues.

It was BAD. Badbadbadbadbadbadbadbad.

Incomprehensible accents, weird gaps in logic, horrible editing, an inability to count, horrible acting, terrible special effects, a ridiculously effective virus, and an attempt at pathos when a doctor tries to escape the quarantine. And the worst thing is that the movie didn’t have the decency to suck to the very end. It was still horrible, but stayed away from cracktastic in the last 30 minutes. It made me go ::sad face::

I feel for the actors, two of whom weren’t that bad. I don’t feel for the producers, because they gave us two hours of total crap that I can’t believe I finished. If you’re going to be bad, be BAD. Make it worth our while, don’t try to redeem yourself. And learn to count. If there’s 5 birds left, then at least try to have five birds be around when they’re killed at the end. I know you only had two suits, but at least try.

Just stay in on a Saturday night. Maybe the weekend after Vegas, I can be a hermit. (And paint my nails Jungle Red.)

If Biden gets the VP it’s not “Fail”. But still, Obie, why the wait?

If it’s not Biden, you win.

If it is Biden, you lose. I wanted a fucking text message before I watched Friday’s Countdown.

END OF LINE.

Just got a text message and when I heard the sound I was all “!!!” Turns out it was just a friend reminding me about Sing Along Little Mermaid.

That’s great and all, but I’m waiting for the damn announcement! C’mon, Barack…