Lucky

No, they are hoping to get Lucky!

I hope that lurkerspeaks is benefiting from this information- he has not said. I wrote him privately, then afterward thought how easy it is to advise someone else, but when it is me it is not so easy. As was posted, my mom died earlier this year, but she had lived a full life and was ready to go. Still a loss for me, but perhaps not so hard as losing your mother at a younger age.

It has been Christmas at Costco since September.

Why I know that boy and he is only 16! Now we can go after Bing. Or, should I say, Bingo! (j/k- I don't know him, but I'd like to, assuming he is over 18!)

The Muslim majority in the southeast Asian nation of Malaysia has just put a stop to the Gay Pride celebrations planned for this weekend, despite letting it "fly under the radar" for the last few years. A deputy minister led the charge, saying that it ran counter to Muslim traditions in Malaysia. Malaysia Muslims Stop Gay Pride We know that it was the Mormons and the Catholics who pushed Prop 8 in California to stop gay marriage. The Russians in Moscow also stopped Gay Pride proceedings, but what religion are they?

Seems like Dancing With the Stars has lost viewership here, same as across the country. I only tune in for Derek.

More for the statistically minded: The main page holds 27 unpinned threads. 6 of them have 0 responses and 4 have just 1. The thread that is most responded to is the one on why you hired your first escort. So, about 40% of posted threads get no response to speak of, but personal stories involving sex- well, they are a hit! So, once upon a time I went out with this statistics major. All night long he kept giving me the odds that we would end up in bed. He figured them for my place,then his place, or, of course, not at all. I remember those stats to this day. It was 100% all night that we would go back for sex. It was always 100% at his place yet also 100% at my place. We were roommates, after all!

More previews from the upcoming Glee season are out, including the pic of the hot new gay character who makes a play for Blaine. I found it at towleroad.com: Gaily Gleeful

Over at kennethinthe212.com, I see in a picture that I didn't get the job I applied for:

Too strenuous for the eyes does not mean too scintillating for the brain. Sure, I may have to work harder, but I do get through them. Besides, why punish everyone else for my eyes?

Most parents probably don't think to filter Google, but take a look at Google Images for "large penis." It's both exciting and gross. They have a crucified Jesus with a huge penis hanging down. How did that escape the Santorum folks? Here's one of the search results that mommies might like...daddies too, for that matter:

On my first visit to Rio I was at Roger's sauna. A boy who spoke English was chatting me up, and since English was just what I needed, I could only gawk when a very cute boyish guy with a huge dick flashed me as he dried off. His smile was just as inviting, but I didn't want to be rude to my guy. Sad to say, I went with him for a lackluster first time in Rio, and never saw the other guy again.

"Experts" weigh in on the inability of the NYPD to police itself: Who Ya Gonna Call?

Hmmm...let us know if you're going to die. That's what I keep telling God, let me know when I am going to die. He just laughs. And who knew God was from Kentucky? Or, maybe you would like this one:

In my time I have been around many judges, and they all seem to see themselves as fascinating people. We were expected to gather around and be all ears when they spoke, especially laughing at their jokes. Judges, after all, are lawyers, and lawyers are never as interesting as they think they are. But twice when I was upgraded on a cross country flight I got to sit next to Stanford professors. The conversations I had with them were truly fascinating. They, too, are used to having students gather at their feet, and surely the students must laugh at their jokes. But is an advantage for professors that they are well-educated and specialists in their fields, whilst judges are often hacks. So, while it is true that the professors did more talking than I did, I didn't mind at all. They have learned how to speak as teachers, and knowing that I was a lawyer seemed to give them the opportunity to be less magisterial and more collegial, something I didn't see much as a student. There was a professor posting at Hooboy's site for a while, and I did meet him and found him just as fascinating. But I think he tired of us after a while. Now I know that one can be fascinated with people who have accomplished something. We saw last week the admiration for Steve Jobs, but I couldn't get past all of the personality flaws he had. Maybe if I knew these professors on a more personal level I might be less fascinated. But, for a few hours...

Gee, cursor, did you read the thread? It was a commentary on how folks can get to the top here without actually being here that much. Not a very tough competition, is it? As the thread went along, it was pointed out that quantity isn't so important as quality. Again, kind of burns your idea that it is a "another competition." Hey, that's it. We could have a burning competition...

But, truthfully, I like the lonely highway in fall...

Did you say fall photos?

A picture says a thousand words- and no need for spacing!

So Satan did us gays a favor while leaving straights to their Idi Amin's and Adolf Hitlers. All those roving straight men just don't know what Satan could have done for them.

Greece has backed off of plans to hold a referendum on the Euro deal. Still and all, it indicates lots of troubles ahead.

The girl claims that the Bieb impregnated her in a 30-second blast of virginity-busting sex- on a shelf in a backstage area of an LA arena. Given all of the girls that he could probably have, I doubt he would have picked this one.

Death has been on my mind lately, having attended a funeral last week. In the course of my travels, I read a novel by James Lee Burke, an author whom I quite admire. He has a comment in the novel, Feast Day of Fools, that mortality is the price of admission to the ballpark. I think of it more as a carnival than a ballgame, though. Hitoall is not alone if fearing pain. Modern medicine has come a long way in keeping one's final days relatively painless, if possible. Ultimately we have to accept that we do not control our demise- it's going to happen no matter how we feel about it. Once accepted, then it probably becomes a little less disquieting...of course, I don't know yet.

Not only that, but Justin performed live on Dancing with the Stars last night, so, yes, he is in publicity mode. As he performed, I thought of how young he looked. I cannot picture him engaging in an act of impregnation. He has a nice haircut, though.

Congratulations, EXPAT. 1000 posts and hopefully thousands more to come. You have made great contributions here and deserve the commendation of your colleagues. I am getting very close to identifying my favorite EXPAT photo category.