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And the government is watching every post! From Sunday's NY Times: Material mined online has been used against people battling for child custody or defending themselves in criminal cases. LexisNexis has a product called Accurint for Law Enforcement, which gives government agents information about what people do on social networks. The Internal Revenue Service searches Facebook and MySpace for evidence of tax evaders’ income and whereabouts, and United States Citizenship and Immigration Services has been known to scrutinize photos and posts to confirm family relationships or weed out sham marriages. Employers sometimes decide whether to hire people based on their online profiles, with one study indicating that 70 percent of recruiters and human resource professionals in the United States have rejected candidates based on data found online. A company called Spokeo gathers online data for employers, the public and anyone else who wants it. The company even posts ads urging “HR Recruiters — Click Here Now!” and asking women to submit their boyfriends’ e-mail addresses for an analysis of their online photos and activities to learn “Is He Cheating on You?” Stereotyping is alive and well in data aggregation. Your application for credit could be declined not on the basis of your own finances or credit history, but on the basis of aggregate data — what other people whose likes and dislikes are similar to yours have done. If guitar players or divorcing couples are more likely to renege on their credit-card bills, then the fact that you’ve looked at guitar ads or sent an e-mail to a divorce lawyer might cause a data aggregator to classify you as less credit-worthy. When an Atlanta man returned from his honeymoon, he found that his credit limit had been lowered to $3,800 from $10,800. The switch was not based on anything he had done but on aggregate data. A letter from the company told him, “Other customers who have used their card at establishments where you recently shopped have a poor repayment history with American Express.”

Apparently he is on the move!

I hired a Chinese guy from an ad in New York. The ad claimed he was "exceptionally" handsome, and then, if not clear, stated he was "very handsome." Well, he arrived, and he was as plain as could be. Only his mother would call him handsome. I gave him $20 for a taxi and sent him on his way. He did not leave happily.

I was told that it would take me several visits to have the Daddy tattoo removed from my abdomen, but after a while I met a guy named Paddy- problem solved in one visit! Paddy considered himself lucky to have met me, so: Poor Daddy will have a harder time getting his tattoo removed: (What? You thought I meant that Daddy?)

I hadn't thought of it in those terms. I moved to LA in 1979 and on Santa Monica Boulevard, a BJ was $50, but you had to make him remove the chewing gum first!

hitoallusa, you might want to meet Lookin. He has a full head of wavy hair, unlike Charlie and me, who are hair-challenged. Okay, so I am not paranoid, just aging. They talk about aging gracefully, but they must have been young people doing the talking.

Hotel Workers Would Get Panic Alarm Buttons Under Proposed Contract So says the headline in today's NY Times. Actually, I have only once liked a bellboy well enough to proposition him, but I didn't since he was working at LA's Standard Hotel and clearly was well-experienced in that regard. I figured he would be very expensive. He sure seemed friendly though. Well, there was the guy at the Bangkok hotel, but he came on to me, so I didn't worry about a panic button! Panic!

I should probably clarify since I can be taken so literally: When I was young, older men did not look at me. When I say that I became a stud, I only mean by that that I hit puberty. No one looked at me. Ever. Really. It's only now that my ass is gone that people seem to notice.

It seems clear that in the Glee video he is lip-syncing, even if to his own voice.

The urge to touch someone who we find sexually desirable is an odd one. Sure, we make physical contact, but where does that leave us? Unless,of course, you touch Madonna, whereupon your whole life is changed!

Reading the news today, I see that Congress is against cutting pay for doctors who take Medicare, so they have a plan to do just that- cut payments to doctors by 27%. And how is the Medicare recipient supposed to get good care after that? My link

Now my goal is to touch the guy who slacklined for Madonna's half-time show. And to think I had never heard of slacklining before now.

Well, four hours at it. Doctors are more and more telling the patient who calls asking to see him due to illness: Call urgent care! So yesterday we did, and we were there for FOUR hours! That's urgent care? My poor doctor cannot see someone who is sick anymore? What's this country coming to when your doctor doesn't see sick people?

The Catholic president is in the news again, this time for his affair with a teen aged intern. I used to think so highly of him and could have never imagined what a libertine he was. At least Obama does not make a show out of going to church. And just this week I was reading about the Spanish Inquisition. And, as for Thomas More, I thought Frank Langella did a great job playing him on Broadway. No torture there,except for the way he tortured himself over his loyalty to the King. When I asked the question above, I thought of it in terms of just a man and his god. I didn't associate the belief with any religion, although many people then do join a church to share their beliefs with others. I think it would be hard for a gay Christian to join a church that did not support his orientation.

I don't know why I posted about that creep. I guess cuz Indy was the topic. He was in a jail in a farm county and they didn't take kindly to gays there, especially gays in on a child molesting charge. (He wasn't convicted, btw, the charges were dropped.) But it took a thousand bucks to bail him out and no one else would step forward, except Sucky.) No, that's not a typo. I was a sucker! Later I would have paid $1000 to see the inmates beat him up. How much was a thousand dollars in 1978?

I thought it was obvious what I meant! When I was young, everyone looked at me. Well, at least older men did. Then, once I developed into a stud, gay men all looked at me. None of that bothered me. I just saw it as the natural order. But now? Now that I am old and my butt has taken off to new pastures? People still look at me. And they make funny faces when they do. And I have no idea what it is all about. That's why I asked for help. Asked my friends here if I was getting paranoid. But would they help? No. They just looked at me funny and said my posts were obscure. At least they didn't talk about my ass.

OMFG!!!! I have touched the hand that was touched by Madonna! OMG! OMG! God has smiled on the world. And to think that same hand touched Ricky Cruz. OMG

I once bailed that deadbeat popper guy out of jail since the sheriff had word that the inmates were going to beat the crap out of him. He never paid me back the $1000, even after he became quite wealthy sending fumes up peoples' noses.

Geez. You guys didn't think I meant that our lookin was lookin at me, did you? Obscure factoids! What do you think I would post if I was in that contest to win?

EXPAT, not all that long ago I went through Frontiers and posted the number of ads they had advertising cosmetic surgery or a related tool. It is amazing that gay men must have self-images that succumb to this type of advertising. But, when I was a bit younger, the pressure was on to have a nice, gym-toned body, smooth skin and a hairless chest, perfect teeth and manicured hands. Now that I am older, it seems that I need a combination of Viagra and a wallet, and tools to keep my nose/ear hair shaved. After that, no one cares! Well, I guess I have to smell good too.

Yes, dear, I am fine. The question is asked because we often tend to dismiss religion here in the forums. Yet I know that many members consider themselves religious in some sense of the word, so I asked. And I was pleased with the results. For those who have faith, and by that I mean a true and abiding belief in a higher power, I both wonder how they could and I also envy them to a small degree. Life is hard, so if a belief can help get you through some of the tougher times, then good for you. I don't knock it even as I don't share the belief. When I did pursue religious beliefs, I found them fleeting, a lot like a greased pig. No sooner would you think you had a hold of something real that might enhance your life and your spirituality than it would slip from your grasp, either as some situation arose where this new found faith did not hold water, or you chose to act or speak in a way that contradicted the faith, and voila, it was not there for you anymore. I can see why they have church every Sunday!

It's over for this year. I remember the old days when the Indianapolis 500 was in town. We'd be full of excitement for weeks, and then boom, it was all over. It seemed like everyone left town.

The bombshell is the little known fact that I used to live in Indianapolis, Indiana!

The Super Bowl football game between two teams of football players is over. The game finished tonight after one team obtained more points than the other one did. Obtaining the most points is the object of the game called football, and when one team does so with in the regulated time period, they are declared the victors. Thus, the Super bowl is over for this year, but could easily be played again next year, although not necessarily between the same two teams.

I keep having this feeling that someone is lookin at me! They even have their own t-shirts! ...and hats! and buttons!