I love you very much SharkBoy! I can’t begin to tell you how much the time we spend together means to me. These pictures aren’t in any particular order (hell some fall outside our year married together) but they prove to everyone that you’re fun, sexy, smart, wicked and one hell of a husband.
What do you get when you mix Brokeback Mountain and all the Jason/Friday The 13th movies?
Okay before you go “wah wah wah! Hollywood traditionally portrays Gay people as psychos!” just relax and enjoy the co-med-dee.
From Newsweek:
One fan asked whether Albus Dumbledore, the head of the famed Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft, had ever loved anyone. Rowling smiled. “Dumbledore is gay, actually,” replied Rowling as the audience erupted in surprise. She added that, in her mind, Dumbledore had an unrequited love affair with Gellert Grindelwald, Voldemort’s predecessor who appears in the seventh book. After several minutes of prolonged shouting and clapping from astonished fans, Rowling added. “I would have told you earlier if I knew it would make you so happy.”
LOLCats erupted too:
Good lord. A gay wizard teaching small children how to use their wands! (waa waaa waaaaa!)
I’m working on an email for a co-worker and they’re standing over me while I was editing in Photoshop and they say “Take that out, it looks gay.”
“What?” I am aghast.
“Oh come on,” they said as if to say We’re cool! You and I can use ‘gay’ like that!
“WHAT?” I said louder.
“I guess I meant ‘stupid’.”
I got up from my desk and left them there alone in my cubicle, “What? What is it Ted?” hitting me in the back of the head as I stormed off. I got half way down to HR before calming down enough to realize I need to confront this person first before going crying to someone.
So I did.
I took them outside and said “If I ever hear you say that again in a derogatory manner, I will have you in HR’s office so fast your head will spin.”
Their reply?
“But my uncle is gay!”
The flood gates burst open. I went into a rant saying they just disrespected my family as well as their own. Their eyes wide, I went on to explain exactly why using ‘gay’ that way was demeaning to a large part of my life. I said I wasn’t militant, but I would ask that they refrained from using ‘gay’ in reference to ‘stupid’ things. I finished by saying I could not believe they had reduced our office to high school playground proportions. I was shaking mad by the end of it.
We talked more and we’re cool. This co-worker looked like a deer in headlights when I left them.
There are a few of these signs all around the corner of Church and Carlton, just outside the Maple Leaf Medical Centre.
If it’s true, I guess someone wasn’t offering up his status readily before offering up a body part.
Back from camping at The Point (pics and comments past the link). First and maybe the last one of the year. SharkBoy, the Mailman and I met up with Normlr and Q for some year end drinking. They do have a lovely trailer with a distinctive colour. And possibly the largest bathroom I have ever seen in a trailer. Really.
Poor Normlr and Q. Being new to The Point they were mauled by certain individuals who’s desperation in getting their rusty, fat loud-mouthed hooks into fresh meat made me feel embarrassed for all parties involved. While we enjoyed watching the Seasies (the year end “Best Of…” show for the campground), one certain seasonal camper decided that behaving like a drunken construction worker from Italy was “fun” and “ok” and that grabbing the Boys’ ass like they were Amsterdam’s Red Light District’s finest. Not cool.
We pointed them to the “good guys” and if they decide to stay as seasonals next year, they’ll be in good hands. I hope they had a good time!
Here’s hoping this senseless faux pas kills this washed up dick’s career that has gone on 30 years too long. Sure he’s raised millions for the kids, but like Bob Barker, it’s time for Jerry to recreate the last few scenes of Old Yeller.
“Oh nice laaady with the boom and kablooie yoink!”
BLAMMO!
Neither bear, nor forceful. A shame it’s becoming #1. No I won’t link to it. Yougletube it.
To quote a few of the comments on one of their videos:
• as the first straight male bear activist, i am appalled at their lack of true bearness/hair.
• yep.. the bear scene is officially dead. it’s now a bad pepsi commercial with scary twinks with beards.. very sad.
• omg i go to new haven high school and we have bearforce1 tshirts we all love these guys :o)
If a straight guy can see that there’s actually only one bear in the group, then the sub-culture of “bear” has obtained Britney status. And it will become a gay meme fast. I’ve already been tipped off to this three times.
Attention next generation of homosexuals! Time to stop riding the last 40 years of culture and create your own. Ours has been co-opted by big business.
I got two DVDs recently: Flash Gordon (the groovy Dino DeLarentis 1980s version) and ARK II, the Filmation Saturday morning TV show. I realize that, again in hindsight, I was physically attracted to manly, hairy guys in these shows :
Terry Lester, who went on to many memorable episodes of The $10,000 Pyramid, As the World Turns, and of course, KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park
ARK II always had co-stars I loved.
And of course, Filmation had to get a whole crappy cartoon ready when live production money ran out. Note how much more beefier Commander Jonas becomes when put down on paper (and less Visible Panty Lines too)…
I remember being 100% obsessed with the tunic and tights combos the main characters always wore. Plus I wanted to drive that ARK.
Then we move on to Flash Gordon. At the time this movie came out, I was hanging around Rick G, a minor grunt on the school’s football team, but blond and on the team, just like Flash (played bt Sam J Jones). Sam had chest hair back when it was cool to have chest hair whereas I think Rick shaved, but that didn’t stop me from building FlashRickyGordon fantasies when things were low and slow. Here’s Sam in leather shorts. He stands 6’4″ and once posed naked for Playgirl (yes I tried googling):
But while watching I was startled to remember the leader of the Hawkmen, Brian Blessed, when he came on screen. Brian is (according to IMDB) good friends of Patrick Stewart, borne into a mining family in England and good at boxing, Brian was always a stout character with a booming voice:
I totally forgot how fixated I was on his legs the entire movie (and the leather jock wearing guys in the background). Gratuitous BBlessed pic no. 2:
And, last but not least, I was turned on by Topol, who played Dr Hans Zarkoff. I always go for guys with brains (and a tuft of hair coming out of their collar). Stupid name, great beard:
Anyhoo. Just a look into the psyche of my desires. Feel free to mock.
Click all pics to embiggen.
Friday night, SharkBoy got his old bear head tattoo augmented. We recommend Damien at King of Fools Tattoo: A nice guy with a steady hand and a good eye. SharkBoy has already started to plan his next tatt for Damien to do.
After, we went to Indi-blows at Bloor and Bay to see the Harry Potter fever.
Street magicians! People in costumes! Grown adult children in costumes!
And then SharkBoy caught the fever and we had to line up. Well, he lined up. I was having no part of this, but as a dutiful husband, I supported his need to be at this event.
Let’s play “Where’s WaldoSharkBoy?”
Finally branded with the number of the beast, we make our way over to the line up to get a book.
See this woman here? She is a cow. She is someone who gets through life cheating and when caught, turns the blame around on other people and never herself. That’s right, this is a full grown “adult” who thought it necessary to try to jump the line to get a crappy kids book. (By the way, we were in the same shop the next day and they had hundreds of them still). She came up behind us an hour into our wait (and we still had an hour and a half to go) and, while on her cell phone, kept stepping forward along the side of the line. I would make brief eye contact with her using my best glare and eventually she just stopped looking at me, even when I took out my camera and announced loudly that I needed her pic for my blog so I could show the world what an inconsiderate adult “child” looks like. SharkBoy called her out on her queue-jumping tactic and she gave the lame excuse that she was there all along (riiiiight), and she was hot and claustrophobic and that arguing was stupid!! SharkBoy basically told her to fuck herself. I love him so much!
He Who Shall Never be Named came by and was spat on by teen girls.
And finally, SharkBoy gets his book. At this point I left the line to take shelter from the crush and stood beside a cop. A cop with a gun in a book store. Anyway. We make eye contact and the cop says “Hey,” and I say “Hey,” holding up my hands. “Potter Widow,” I say, meaning myself as I point at the line. He laughs.
Saturday was nothing. We stayed in and slept due to SharkBoy having the goopiest meat packing blood tampons taped to his back. Plus he couldn’t wash until at least 24 hours after the tattoo. So we Wii-ed for the most of the day with Cooking Mama’s Cook Off and Big Brain Academy. My brain weighs 1151g. Yay!
Sunday we met up with The Postman, PhotogRod and Billy and went over to Folsom Fair North FFN 5. When did Folsom Fair take back their name from the Folsom North people? It’s nice to see this event growing, and not just in vendors. When we left at 5pm, it was quite packed. But the sun and standing got to us.