CityWOOF

Entries from October 2007

Bob Harper, trainer

October 31, 2007 · 5 Comments

I have a very big crush on Bob Harper, from NBC’s The Biggest Loser. He is extremely handsome and macho and sweet and good-hearted, with a fantastic body.

I don’t know if he’s gay or not, but he does send my gaydar spinning.

Tonight he said this to big fat Neil, who he was extremely upset with for gaining 17 lbs (on purpose!) last week: “You know I’m gonna ride you hard, right? And you’re gonna take it all, right?”

Woof! Got me excited…

My imaginary conversation with Bob:

Me: (warily eyeing a plate of broccoli) I’m not eating this broccoli, Bob.

Bob: Why not? It’s good for you!

Me: Because I do not like it. I hate broccoli and I will not eat it!

Bob: Well, you need to eat greens. You’ll never eat healthy until you eat greens.

Me: Bob, I will eat green beans, corn and peas. And beans. But I will not eat broccoli, cauliflower, asparagus, beets, zucchini or those things that look like alien seed pods.

Bob: Brussel Sprouts?

Me: Yeah, those. And I won’t eat carrots.

Bob: You need to get over the taste and learn to like those things. If you eat them, you’ll get used to them.

Me: I don’t want to get used to them. I won’t put them in my mouth. I want to put YOU in my mouth!

Bob: (smiling that million-dollar smile of his) If you get to put me in your mouth, will you eat your greens?

Me: Yes, Bob. I will. Every time you allow me to put you in my mouth, I will eat some greens.

Bob: You’re on.

 

Ah, well. Never happen. Fun fantasy, though. Seriously, he’s a hot man and comes across as extremely kind and caring on the show.

Categories: Uncategorized

Haunted Apartment

October 27, 2007 · 2 Comments

I’m reposting this from last October. It is a true story, every word.

“About 15 years ago, in Sacramento, Ca, my best girlfriend and I lived in the same apartment complex, right across from one another. One night she was entertaining some dude, and I popped over for a visit. Somehow, the three of us got on a discussion of ghost stories and creepy stuff. He began telling us about something in the movie 3 Men and a Baby…he said that there was a scene where the camera follows Ted Danson as he is walking across set, and in the background, you can see the figure of a small boy right in the background, dressed in old-time clothing, staring right into the camera. The story goes that the scene for the movie had been filmed in an upstairs room of a house where a father had murdered his young son, and then killed himself. ALSO, the story went, if you look closely, you can see what appears to be the ghostly image of a shotgun mysteriously balanced on the bedpost.

“I have a copy of that movie!” I cried, and so the three of us trooped across the hall to check out video and see if we could find this creepy scene.

I found the videotape, popped it into my old, top-loading VCR. Here’s where the weirdness began, and, as far as I know, never ended…

As soon as I hit “play”, Anne’s date said “This is the scene!” My tape just happened to be right at the scene we were looking for. Kind of weird, but anyway…the scene began, Ted Danson walks across the set and…there in the background…was the little boy in old-timey clothing staring with dead eyes, straight into the camera.

All three of us screamed.

And the tape popped out of the VCR. We screamed again. Then laughed. Anne said that it was the scariest thing she’d ever seen. “Let’s watch it again!” Anne didn’t want to, she was really weirded out, but I popped the tape back into the VCR, rewound for a few seconds and there, again, was what appeared to be a dead child, staring right into the camera. Hadn’t the actors seen this? The director, the camera operator? We screamed again, and this time the tape not only popped OUT of the VCR, but it shut off!

All three of us were kind of freaked out. But here’s where things got really strange…

That night, as I slept, a pounding began. This pounding began in the living room and I thought it was someone knocking on the door…with three baseball bats.

There was no one at the door.

Then the pounding began on my bedroom walls. One side, then the other. Then in the kitchen.

Now, when I say pounding, I mean a sound like nothing else I have ever heard; a real BANG! BANG! BANG!. Loud enough to wake me from my sleep. And all of my neighbors, too.

The pounding continued as the days went on, moving around the apartment. One neighbor came over, to ask why I was pounding on the wall…I told her I wasn’t. As she was standing in my doorway berating me, the pounding began again. Her eyes got real big, and she apologized for accusing me. She told me she’d been hearing the sound of a child crying, unexplained.

One night, the pounding woke me up at 3 am, and I got really pissed off and began screaming and cursing at it. “Shut, UP, shut UP, SHUT UP!”
As I stood on my bed, furious, I felt a presence so disturbing that I had to get dressed and leave the apartment. I went to stay with my boyfriend, it was really scary.

The neighbors continued to complain, and threatening notes began appearing on my door and a phone call came from the property mangagement company.

One afternoon Anne showed up with a Ouija board. We put out hands on the board and began moving the slider around. Anne suddenly let go of it and looked at me strangely…”Did you spell that?” I didn’t know what she was talking about, and asked her what had been spelled. “You did that on purpose…you spelled ‘I want to molest you’”. I hadn’t, and told her so. She really appeared to be quite disturbed.

I moved out.

Months later, I was visiting Anne and as we sat talking in her apartment, we could hear, coming from my old apartment across the hall, BANG! BANG! BANG!”

Categories: Uncategorized

Ross “The Intern” Mathews

October 27, 2007 · 3 Comments

Do you remember Rip Taylor?  Screaming, fruity queen who’d cackle madly and toss confetti in the air?  For decades, this was American television’s representation of a gay person.

Now we have a new Rip Taylor, sans confetti and comedy, in Ross “The Intern” Mathews.

You know, I’m sure Ross is a very nice person. He’s probably very good to his friends and family who, I’m sure, love him very much.   But I have to say that the first time I saw Ross on The Tonight Show, I cringed, I blanched, I became a little ill.  At first I was not sure whether Ross was a male or a female, I honestly wasn’t.  I did finally come to understand that he is physically male.  His voice is so high-pitched that it’s a little hard to tell.  His mannerisms are so girly and feminine that I believe anyone could understand my confusion.

Ross is not an actor, a musician, a writer, a singer or a comedian.  He is simply becoming famous for being a shrieking, nelly queen.  Tonight I watched him on a show called “Phenomenon”, which is “American Idol” for psychic and mentalist acts.  Frankly, I cringed more than usual watching Ross on this program.  Literally squealing, Ross flung his hands around and was a complete embarrassment to gay men everywhere. At one point he was called upon to throw frisbees into the audience and, upon accomplishing that, he cried “Look, I did it! I did it!”

Now, I know that there are men who are just naturally nellie and feminine and I don’t fault them for that.  It’s who they are.  In my high school it was Clifton Garbett.  Clifton couldn’t be any other way than he was, I know that.  He was Ross “The Intern” and Rip Taylor rolled into one nellie package.  It’s who he was, I liked him, I don’t think he should have tried to be anyone else.

But people watching Ross Mathews on TV are not laughing with him, they are laughing at him.  This is not progress, people.  Ross is not a talent, he is a joke.  He is Amos and Andy, he is the continuing perpetuation of the myth that gay man want to be women.  That we shriek and squeal and gasp and thrust our limp wrists in the air.

WHY IS IT that you rarely if ever see a regular gay guy on TV?  I’m sick of the “Jacks” from “Will and Grace” and the Ross Mathews on TV.

As I write this, I am looking at Andrew Sullivan, blogger/writer on “Real Time with Bill Mahr”, one of my favorite shows and a main reason I pay for HBO.  Andrew is the regular gay guy I am talking about.  Handsome, masculine, intelligent…not a whiff of nellie about him.  Thank god.  I feel better.

I know this all sounds like internalized homophobia,  but I really don’t mean it to be.  I would happily have Ross over for dinner or hang out with him.  I have nothing against nellie men being who they naturally are.  But Ross doesn’t belong on TV.  He has no talent other than shrieking and stereotyping.

There, that’s off my chest.

Kisses and confetti to you all!

Categories: Uncategorized

In the Snake Pit

October 25, 2007 · 2 Comments

My friend Kelly asked me to go with him to see the Palmetto State Quartet, a southern gospel quartet from way back. The concert was held at the Brooks Assembly of God church, about 35 miles from where I live. I really didn’t want to go, but it was a chance to spend some time with Kelly, who I have known since I was 14. One of our main connections has been music, particularly southern gospel. He loves it a lot more than I do, but I grew up with that style of music and Kelly and I used to sing together in a quartet, similar to the Palmetto’s, called JoyFULL Sound.

Southern gospel male quartets produce a sound like no other. When you have a real first tenor, singing way up in the rafters, a true bass who vibrates the floorboards, a melodious lead and as great baritone filling in the middle sections…it’s really magic. The unfortunate part is what they generally choose to sing about…typical “Christian” fundamentalist garbage. Typical songs have titles like “Unworthy” and “Who am I?”…songs that cry out about the disgusting nature of humanity…how humans are a stink in the nose of God. Vile. sinful creatures who are unworthy of God’s grace, bewildered why “He” would love us. It’s what I have come to know as “Worm Theology”. I consider it “stinkin’ thinkin’”.

The harmonies and musicality of these songs is still good, and I enjoyed the concert. One just needs to disregard the lyrics, poetic though they may be.

It gave me a chill driving into the parking lot of an Assembly of God church, and entering the building. It felt like walking into a snake pit. Those people, though they’d seem very nice if you met them on the street, are some brainwashed, sick, racist, hateful individuals. This particular church looked and felt very much like the ones I was born and raised in….nothing much had changed in 44 years. Same hymns in the hymnal, same cliche’ prayers and phrases used (”I want every head bowed, every eye closed. Is there one here who tonight who wants to turn their life over to Jesus? Yes, I see that hand…yes, praise you Lord…I see your hand there in the back” blah-blah-blah). Everything the same. I had stepped through a time warp and I didn’t want to be there.

We made it out alive. It was an older crowd of people, clinging to an outdated style of worship. I could’ve taken any of the blue-hairs, had they decided to attack and pound me with a bible. There were maybe 4 people under the age of 60 there - one was a very hot bear! - and in a decade or so I believe the Assembly of God will be a dead denomination. Praise the Lord! The only good thing I can say about “the ’sembly” (as Kelly and I call it) is that it is a denomination that has produced a whole lot of homosexual men. Not sure why that is.

The Palmetto State Quartet’s pianist was very, very talented. And totally cute.

Categories: Uncategorized

Hangin’ with some celebrities

October 15, 2007 · 4 Comments

When I had the chance to go to New York and see my first Broadway shows, I was a bit of a stage-door johnny, waiting for the stars to come out so I could get my program signed.  I’ve done this in New York as well as L.A.   And I’ve met some other famous people as well.  This is not meant to impress anyone with who I’ve met, just something to blog about today!

- Michael Crawford, the original Phantom in The Phantom of the Opera musical.  Very nice man, calm and friendly when asked for an autograph outside the original NYC production of the show.

- Sarah Brightman, wife of Andrew Lloyd Webber, also quite gracious.  I found her beautiful in that willowy, English way.  I’ve liked women like that ever since I fell in love with Julie Andrews as a child..

- John Lithgow, after his amazing performance in M. Butterfly on Broadway.   Extremely nice, and really tall.  I was so blown away by his acting in that show, that I could barely speak to him as I handed him my program….I asked him to sign and he smiled and said, “Of course!”.  As I looked up towards the sky at him, I could only utter one other word…”Magnificent!”.   He seemed genuinely touched and said, quite humbly, “Thank you.”  Smiled and handed me back my Playbill.  I smiled all the way back to the hotel.

-Betty Buckley, during previews for the ill-fated musical adaptation of Carrie.  Yes, I was there at one of the 5 performances that show had (I don’t care what people say, I liked it! It was Carrie….the musical!).  Betty, who was also in the original film (one of my top favorite movies of all time), played Carrie’s mother, Margaret White…though in the movie she played her gym teacher.  Ms. Buckley’s performance in Carrie was fantastic and legendary, regardless of what people thought of the musical itself.   There was a crowd of people standing around her, and I handed her my Playbill…she began opening it to where she liked to sign it, but I asked her to please sign the front “across the top!”.  She seemed a bit taken aback by my asking that, but kindly obliged.  A few people in the crowd looked at me askance, but I didn’t care.  “Tell your friends!” she said to the crowd.  She didn’t seem at all happy, I’m sure she knew the buzz was not good.  I also got my Carrie program signed by Gene Anthony Ray (the black dancer guy from Fame, dead from aids many years now) and Linzi Hately, who played Carrie herself and has continued working steadily in musical theatre.

 - Glenn Close, after a performance of Sunset Boulevard, while it was still in previews in Los Angeles at the Shubert theatre.  My sister and some friends waited a really long time backstage for the cast to come out.  I had the show poster and was eager to have it autographed.  My poster ended up getting signed by Alan Campbell, George Hearn (nicest celebrity I’ve ever met…happy to linger and talk about Sweeney Todd and theatre life…I loved him), Judy Kuhn (MOST put out that she was bothered for an autograph), famed theatre director Trevor Nunn (very pleasant, happy to be recognized and pleased to sign my poster), and finally The Diva herself.   Thrilled by her performance, I humbly asked her to sign my poster, and she looked at me like I was rotting meat on the Craft service table.  She snapped, “I don’t have a pen!”   Shocked at her attitude, I handed her mine.  She proceeded to scrawl/scribble her name as large as she could all over the front of the program and then pushed it back at me, storming past.  She didn’t sign anyone else’s program or poster…I’m sure that after her tantrum, none would have dared ask.

Celebrities I have known personally, and indeed were at one time part of my life:

 - Audra McDonald, 4-time Tony Award winning actress (she received her first 3 by the age of 28).  When I lived in Fresno, I worked at Roger Rocka’s Good Company Music Hall.  Audra was just a young kid then, and before every show at GCP, there was a little cabaret show, about 20 minutes long, which preceded the actual show itself.  These cabarets were done by “The Junior Company”, and Audra was one of those kids.  We were both in the same production of Oliver! and she was a frequent soloist and performer at GCP.  You could tell even then that she had “it”.  Very talented young lady.

 - Diane Varsi, who was a movie star from 1957 until her last film in 1977.  She starred in Peyton Place and many other films.   My family lived in North Hollywood and I went to pre-school with Ms. Varsi’s daughter Willow, and Willow and I became friends.  I used to hang out at their Hollywood mansion after school, until my mom would come pick me up.  I remember Willow pretty well, and the huge house.  My mother and Ms. Varsi became  friendly as well.

Ah, good times…hangin’ with the celebs.

Categories: Uncategorized

Late night/Early morning randomia…

October 10, 2007 · 3 Comments

- Acting class went well Monday night. It’s mostly older people than were there the last time, I am nowhere near the oldest person. I have a great scene to work on from the play Lonely Planet…I hope my scene partner likes it as much as I do and we can really dig into it. The teacher had some very nice things to say (”It’s a whole new Mark!”). I felt like the class dunce last time with him.

- I forgot to claim my week of unemployment benefits on Sunday morning. There will be no check today. I am financially fucked for the next several days. No dinero whatsoever.

- Tonight I am going to a big 50th surprise birthday party for someone I do not know. But I was invited, and there will lots of people I do know, so I’m going. I think it’ll be interesting, hopeful it will be fun. Glad there will be free food and drink. (see above)

- I’m getting sick of television, I really am. Just don’t care to watch anymore. But I still do.

- I’m thinking of going on a sexual fast. No naughty business of any kind - alone or with others -for maybe a week…see if I can make it that long. See if anything recharges.

- I think people who send spam messages must think we are all absolute idiots. Does anyone ever fall for that shit anymore? Why don’t they stop sending it? Who are these people? I honestly don’t get it. People must respond, or wouldn’t it go away? Well there are a lot of stupid people…look at who they put in the White House…twice!

- There have been no bites on a job. I have been applying all over, for all kinds of things. Not one call. There is one job, though, that I applied for that I really, really want. Hope to hear from them…really kind of counting on that one.

- I think I could do stand-up comedy well. Cause I’m always so funny on here, right? NOT! But I do think I could.

- My favorite show is Curb Your Enthusiasm. I could watch nothing else but that show. No such thing as too much Larry David, Richard Lewis, Jeff Greene…the whole cast is so funny. That show is a bright spot in my life, it’s why I keep subscribing to HBO.

- I had my teeth cleaned yesterday. The hygienist was not pleased with me. Fuck her. But I know she’s right.

- I can now publicly say that I am no longer a Christian. It’s taken me a long time to come to that conclusion. Christians have liberated me from Christianity, and I am grateful to them for their hypocrisy, bigotry, racism and absolute un-Christian behavior. Just wish I had seen the truth decades ago! I feel good. There is an essay coming on this subject, so - watch out for that.

- It’s late, and I need to go to bed. I hope I don’t regret this post in the morning!

Categories: Uncategorized

My life upon the wicked stage…

October 7, 2007 · 3 Comments

My family were not theatre-goers. I had never been to a play. Then, in 1980, in my Junior year of high school, I began seeing large posters around the campus at Clovis West High School, crudely drawn and lurid, with cryptic questions: “Why is Emory screaming?” As it turns out, these posters were clever advertisements for an upcoming production of The Bad Seed, a play by Maxwell Anderson, basically a horror story about an evil little girl named Rhoda Penmark. It looked very intriguing to me, a young boy who loved horror stories. I had always wanted to act, and they were holding auditions for this school play, so…I auditioned. I read for the part of Leroy, the handyman who is murdered by Rhoda, but did not get that part. At one point, I surreptitiously glanced at the director’s notes on my audition sheet and saw that she had noted that I would be good for the small part of Emory, Rhoda’s uncle. I took heart that at least I would be good for something in the play! I ended up not getting any role, but I followed with interest the unfolding of the production and went to see it twice. I also joined the drama club, Theatre West, and enrolled in drama class.

Drama class was, of course, very cliquish, as was Theatre West. Being shy and a bit overweight, I was not of of the popular kids. But I had a secret weapon: I could sing my ass off.

The next year, my final year of High School, I got the part of Felix as part of a “cabaret” show called “Food, Glorious Food”, and we did the “lasagna” scene from The Odd Couple. It went pretty well, and I had my first acting experience onstage. I did, however, forget to bring on the crucial plate of lasagna, but my scene partner, Alan, improvised and it all ended up working and getting plenty of laughs.

Next came “Godspell”, the final production of the year. Everyone wanted one of the 8 roles in that show. I gave a kick-ass musical audition, performing “Not While I’m Around” from Sweeney Todd (which was then, and still is today my favorite musical), and was rewarded with the role of “Jeffrey”. I was more excited than I had ever been, and my self-esteem soared. My social status rose a tad, as well, but not a whole lot. Now, not only was I fat and unpopular, but I was a nobody who had gotten a plum role in the show, just because I could sing…imagine that.

Godspell was a hit. Everyone loved it. During one rehearsal, I recieved reports that Dan Pessano, the managing director of Roger Rocka’s Good Company Music Hall, nearly rose out of his seat over my singing of “You Are The Light Of the World.” This report came from two girls who, previously, had really snubbed and ignored me. Now they were telling me “You have the best voice!” That moment cemented in me my love and desire of performing musical theatre. Until that moment, I had never felt talented or accepted. That same year, there was more to come.

The final senior project was to perform a scene from play. I was given not just a scene, but an entire one-act play to perform. Alan, my scene partner from The Odd Couple, and I had to do Edward Albee’s The Zoo Story. We brought the house down and recieved a standing ovation from the rest of the class. It was an unforgettable moment in my life. The applause was thunderous, and the cement of my love for the theatre became stone.

Following high school, I began auditioning at Roger Rocka’s Good Company Music Hall (The home of the Good Company Players)er It is the local Fresno, California dinner theater. They were doing a production of West Side Story. Due to my lack of dancing ability, I was not cast, but Dan Pessano encouraged me to keep auditioning. I ended up running the spotlight for the show. There are only two cues, and they happen at the same time…when Tony and Maria meet at gym. Nevertheless, I was thrilled to be a part of it and stayed up in that spotlight crow’s nest night after night and watched the whole show.

Then I audition for Cabaret and was cast in the ensemble. Very excited. I had a lot to do: Cab driver, Kit Kat club patron, Nazi…lots of small, fun roles. Following that, I was cast in Kiss Me Kate, South Pacific, Oliver! and The Sound of Music. I enjoyed every production.

That was it for a long time. It wasn’t until I moved to Sacramento, 8 years later, that I began auditioning for show again. Right out of the box, I got the lead role of Matt in The Fantasticks for Lambda Players, a brand-new GBLT theatre company in Sacramento. That performance got me cast in the lead role in the world premiere of an original play called Progressions. I also began auditioning for shows at Davis Musical Theatre Company in Davis, Ca. and got my chance to perform in Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, my afore-mentioned favorite musical. It was so exciting, and it was a fantastic production. That was followed up with my playing the role of The Narrator in Stephen Sondheim’s Into the Woods, and my first review in the newspaper. The Sacramento Bee called my performance “Perfect”. I was elated. I did a number of other shows with Lambda Players, most notably Demetrius in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The Bee gave the show 4 starts and said that I was “Brilliant”. I could not believe it, so happy and thrilled. My last show in Sacramento was in a 1994 production of Bent, in which I played the drag queen known as Greta. That show also received 4 stars and was something of a triumph, artistically, critically and box-office-wise.

Then I moved to Portland. Life became about HIV and depression and drugs. That’s a whole other story (this post is about theatre). Once recovered from the above maladies, I decided I wanted, needed, to get back onstage. I auditioned for the role of Rooster in Annie, at a local theatre here and was handily cast. I had a lot of fun with the role, and received my first acting award: Best Support Actor in a Musical. Granted, it is an award that is limited to that particular theatre company, unlike the much more prestigious Drammy, which covers the whole Portland theatre community, but I was nonetheless THRILLED to get that award. Subsequently I was cast as Pirelli in my second production of my beloved Sweeney Todd, and went on to do A Little Night Music, The Music Man, Bye Bye Birdie, and The Most Happy Fella (for which I received my 2nd award - Best Featured Actor in a Musical). At Triangle Productions I did Naked Boys Singing (yes, an all-gay, completely nude musical) and Nunsense A-Men. Most recently I performed as Uncle Ernie in a concert version of Tommy, and played Brassett the butler in Where’s Charley. One of my most exciting theatrical experiences in town was performing in the cast of Jekyll and Hyde at Broadway Rose. Such a professional, wonderful show. Great group of folks.

Lately, things seem to have changed. I’m older, balder and fatter and I have had major foot surgery. I cannot dance anymore, not that I ever really was a dancer. I auditioned for the role of Jud in Oklahoma!, - a part I wanted so bad I could taste it - and did not get cast. Younger guys are getting parts that I used to get, which is as it should be.

So where does this leave me? There aren’t a lot of roles for older bears like me in musicals. So I am shifting my focus from musicals to straight plays. In order to do that, though, I am going to have to really work on my acting chops. Can’t get by on the voice anymore, it’s not what it used to be. I still sing really well, but my upper register is about shot.

It’s hard, in this town. Directors look at my resume and all they see are musicals, locally. I have done a number of plays, but those are well in the past. SO, I am embarking on my first actual acting classes, taken from the very talented actor and teacher Michael Mendelson here in Portland. The Meisner class I took last year was great, and very difficult. I was by far the oldest person in the class. I am taking a scene study class with him that starts Monday. Very excited to dig in and WORK on this play, Lonely Planet.

My dream would be to become an Equity actor, well-thought of and frequently cast. I have to convince these local Portland directors that I can do more than just sing. I have to have a chance to act and show what I can do. I have a lot of work and study to do to become the actor that I’d like to be. I’d love to travel and work at different regional theatres.

I may be older, fatter, balder, but I still have a dream. I, like you, have heard all my life that if you go for your passion, do the work, believe in yourself….you can get what you want. I want to be a respected actor. Up until now, I have been a performer in musicals.

I have some work to do, and I plan to do it. Wish me luck, send me good thoughts. Cast me in your show!

Categories: Uncategorized

30 Things about me

October 2, 2007 · 4 Comments

1- I sleep with 2 fans blowing on me, every night no matter what the weather outside.

2- I listed to Derek and Romaine on Sirius OutQ and call in fairly often.

3- I drive a ‘93 Ford Ranger. I’d like a newer vehicle before too long, but I love my truck.

4- I love musicals.

5- I often let my apartment get messy to the point where I just can’t stand it…then I clean.

6- I am politically very far left…progressive.

7- I think Spo, from Sporeflections.com is handsome. I know his real name.

8- I love reality shows, mainly Big Brother and Survivor.

9- My left nipple is pierced, but I don’t wear a ring in it anymore.

10- I worry about my dog passing away…it will devastate me.

11- I still can’t walk very well after my foot surgery this past March.

12 - I love Stephen King and Dean Koontz novels.

13- I’ve been single since this new century began.

14- I’m a poor eater…whatever is easy and handy and tasty is what I’ll have, thanks.

15- I was raised Pentecostal.

16- My penis is pierced and has a 4g Prince Albert in it.

17- I have had the same best friend for about 30 years. We still hang out and live in the same town. I’m grateful for that.

18- I always vote.

19- I never eat cheese of any kind. I believe I’ve mentioned this before.

20- I really intend to blog more frequently and get more widely read.

21- A woman has never commented on my blog.

22- I can’t cook…even for the simplest things, I generally have to call my mom for advice.

23- I love photography and writing and all kinds of art and think I can do them…

24- I have got to find a job soon.

25- I check email compulsively.

26- I have no idea how many people read my blog or how to get more readers.

27- These are all just off the top of my head.

28- I watch way too much TV.

29 - I have a few close, good friends…but nobody really to go to the movies with.

30- I clearly like to talk about myself.

Categories: Uncategorized