As most of you know, I was a BIG Hillary supporter. After the convention I gave my lukewarm support to Obama. But, now with the election getting closer and for some reason the polls are getting closer too, I need to make a bigger endorsement for Obama.
There's too much at stake to let the old guard continue running the show. How's that been working for us anyway? There is the entire future of our country at stake here. Supreme Court justices, environmental issues and human rights for everyone. Not just for those that the religious right have deemed worthy.
Please, PLEASE, get out and vote. Send the entire country a message. Not in a whisper but in a gigantic ROAR. GIVE US BACK OUR COUNTRY!
Give us President Barack Obama and Vice-President Joe Biden.
And it's also the local races that are important. If you live in California (yes I have readers in California), it's most important to Vote NO on 8. If you don't live in California but know someone who does, give them a call, voice your opinion and ask them to vote NO on 8.
In Washington it's very important that we return Christine Gregoire to Olympia. We can't afford to have Dino Rossi and his cohorts run our state.
Don't think that we live in a state where your vote doesn't count because we will probably go for Obama anyway. This is the logic that put George W in the White House for 8 years.
TAKE BACK OUR COUNTRY on Tuesday Nov. 4.
And if you are in the neighborhood, join a few of us at Neumo's on Capitol Hill starting at 5pm to watch the returns and celebrate. Neumo's is at 925 Pike Seattle, 98122
http://www.neumos.com/
Until Next Time - Wise OUT
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Brothers and Sisters
Josh and I were at poco one night and there were 2 guys sharing the bar with us. We started talking and discovered that they were half brothers and best friends. One guy, we will call him Brother #1 definitely had a thing for Josh. But that's not unusual, whenever we go out together, the guys all have a crush on Josh. He's cute and young. The brothers were entertaining and fun. They were kind of catty but in small doses that can be funny. Both Josh and I thought they were cool and we had a good time with them.
A couple weeks later we are at poco's again and the brothers show up. You know, it's really too bad that sometimes events happen that can ruin a good memory. They were slightly drunk already and especially bitchy. Brother #1 was all over Josh, to the point it was getting embarrassing. But what happened to me was more so.
Brother #2 grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom. We start making out and such. After a while we go back to the bar. It's a very small place and everyone was looking at us. I turned several shades of red.
After another glass of wine, Josh and I decide we are done for the night. We leave and the brothers follow. Brother #1 wants Josh to join him at another bar. Josh is stronger than I am, he simply says NO. Brother #2 walks me to my place and asks if he can come up. Sure, why not? We go up to my place...
What's with guys now? What happened when you would do it and the hookup would simply go home? No, Brother #2 wanted to spend the night. He had to work the next day, so he had to get up at 5am to walk home to get ready for work. I never heard back from Brother #2 until the next week when I ran into him on the hill.
He made it a point to tell me that the only reason we hooked up was because he wasn't wearing his glasses. And on his way home he got sick and threw up in the bushes! OK, that's a double whammy for the ego. Let's see, I'm ugly and sex is so bad, guys actually get sick afterwards. Nice!
As some of you know, I recently completed the Landmark Forum. It was a great experience for me. I learned a lot about myself. I have (actually everyone has, but I want to keep this personal), a little voice that always has conversations with me. It's constantly chattering, telling me what I ought to do. It's also very negative. I've learned, or am learning (it's tough) to acknowledge the voice (it will never go away), but don't let it run my life. Let me make the decisions about my life, not that little voice.
After the seminar I called Michael my ex boyfriend and apologized. I played a game on him. I posted on this blog stuff about him and our break up. I wanted people to take my side, and it worked. A lot of people changed their opinion of him. But it wasn't worth it. Neither of us was right or wrong. It just happened. Michael now has a new boyfriend and before the seminar, I took this to mean that I was unworthy and a failure in our relationship. But I don't have these feelings anymore. They weren't authentic feelings.
So back to the Brothers. Josh and I now refer to them as the Sisters. I'm not sure if he told me that stuff to make me feel bad or what. But it doesn't matter. It happened. I'm moving on.
Until Next Time - Wise OUT
A couple weeks later we are at poco's again and the brothers show up. You know, it's really too bad that sometimes events happen that can ruin a good memory. They were slightly drunk already and especially bitchy. Brother #1 was all over Josh, to the point it was getting embarrassing. But what happened to me was more so.
Brother #2 grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom. We start making out and such. After a while we go back to the bar. It's a very small place and everyone was looking at us. I turned several shades of red.
After another glass of wine, Josh and I decide we are done for the night. We leave and the brothers follow. Brother #1 wants Josh to join him at another bar. Josh is stronger than I am, he simply says NO. Brother #2 walks me to my place and asks if he can come up. Sure, why not? We go up to my place...
What's with guys now? What happened when you would do it and the hookup would simply go home? No, Brother #2 wanted to spend the night. He had to work the next day, so he had to get up at 5am to walk home to get ready for work. I never heard back from Brother #2 until the next week when I ran into him on the hill.
He made it a point to tell me that the only reason we hooked up was because he wasn't wearing his glasses. And on his way home he got sick and threw up in the bushes! OK, that's a double whammy for the ego. Let's see, I'm ugly and sex is so bad, guys actually get sick afterwards. Nice!
As some of you know, I recently completed the Landmark Forum. It was a great experience for me. I learned a lot about myself. I have (actually everyone has, but I want to keep this personal), a little voice that always has conversations with me. It's constantly chattering, telling me what I ought to do. It's also very negative. I've learned, or am learning (it's tough) to acknowledge the voice (it will never go away), but don't let it run my life. Let me make the decisions about my life, not that little voice.
After the seminar I called Michael my ex boyfriend and apologized. I played a game on him. I posted on this blog stuff about him and our break up. I wanted people to take my side, and it worked. A lot of people changed their opinion of him. But it wasn't worth it. Neither of us was right or wrong. It just happened. Michael now has a new boyfriend and before the seminar, I took this to mean that I was unworthy and a failure in our relationship. But I don't have these feelings anymore. They weren't authentic feelings.
So back to the Brothers. Josh and I now refer to them as the Sisters. I'm not sure if he told me that stuff to make me feel bad or what. But it doesn't matter. It happened. I'm moving on.
Until Next Time - Wise OUT
Monday, October 13, 2008
Stalkers and Technology
About a month ago, Josh and I are at the Cuff at 60's Karoke Night. I know, don't ask why we were there. Let's just say we were with two very bitchy sisters. (Maybe the subject of a future blog). Anyway two guys walked in together. One fairly cute guy and a weird looking guy in a kilt. They sitdown at a table close and the cute guy and I make eye contact a couple times.
I get up the courage (that means my 2nd beer) and walk over to their table.
It turns out the cute guy isn't really that cute, but he's a professional wrestler. Tell me, when's the last time you met a professional wrestler? Exactly! You don't get out enough. He is interesting and he tells me he will email the url of the wrestling site so I can get the schedule. Yea, like I'm actually going to go to a wrestling match. Anyway I give him my card which has my cell and email address.
Two days later I get a phone call from an unknown number. I answer and this guy says hi.
Hi.
Do you remember me?
No
I'm the guy at the Cuff the other night. Remember you put your hand up my kilt.
NO I DIDN"T.
Oh, well anyway guess where I am?
I don't know.
I'm at the Metropolitan Grill downtown.
Oh, that's a nice place.
Yea, I'm in the bathroom, in a stall with my pants around my ankles, and I'm......
Whoa!!! and I hang up.
Every day since then, I usually get about one or two calls or texts. He has even sent pictures of his anatomoy to me. I don't answer and always hit ignore on my phone. I know, I need to get out the 500 page Blackberry manual and figure out how to make it so his calls and texts won't even come through. But he's harmless.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago. A woman at work (she's the nicest human being in the world by the way), asks if she can give my blog address to a friend of hers. Then she tells me how great the guy is and kind of sets us up.
So Dan emails me and we start chatting. We do this for a couple days then we agree to talk on the phone. He calls me up and we talk for about an hour, and he seems to be a genuine guy. We agree to meet the next Tuesday night at CC's to meet each other in real life. My friend had shown Dan a picture of me, but I had no idea what he looked like.
Right after Dan hangs up, the Church Lady (see previous blogs) calls me and we talk about the Sunday School schedule. Then my mom called and talked for like 45 minutes. After she hangs up, I figure I better capture Dan's number and put it in my cell. You can figure out what happened. I put the Church Lady's number in my cell as Dan's number.
Tuesday night at CC's I show up about 5 minutes early and walk in. There's this guy sitting near the front, who waves and says Hi, He's cute and friendly, so I say hi, and wait but he doesn't say anything else. OK that's not Dan. But in my mind I'm thinking OK, if Dan's a flake and doesn't show up, and this guy is still alone in 20 minutes, I'll go over and start talking.
I walk around the bar "displaying" myself in case Dan is there. No response from anyone. I get a beer and sit at a table close to the door and across from the cute guy. And WAIT and wait and WAIT. After about 15 minutes, I text Dan (really the Church Lady), saying "OK, I'm at the bar waiting for you" (Thank goodness the Church Lady doesn't text and both her and her husband know I'm gay).
Then my phone rings. I expect to see Dan's name on the screen, but it's the number of the stalker. So I press Ignore. A couple minutes later the stalker calls again. That's kind of weird even for him, Usually the 2 calls aren't that close together. The third time the stalker calls, I figure out OH, maybe that's not the stalker's number. I go to my history on the phone, and OMG,it's not the stalker's number - close but 2 numbers different.
So I call the number and the guy across from me for about 30 minutes picks up his phone and answers.
The cute guy across from me was Dan! To make a boring story short, Dan and I had a great time the rest of the night,and he came over the next week for dinner and a video. AND the most important thing, I have captured the stalkers number in my cell and assigned it the STALKER. So now when he calls it shows his name. Someday when I have time, I will learn how to make it so I don't even receive his calls.
Unlike other blogs, this one has no moral to the story. It is what it is. Speaking of nothing. My next blog will talk about my 3 day Landmark Forum seminar. I know some of you have been waiting to hear about the new version of me called Rick 2.0. But after the seminar I will be known as Rick 0.0 - You will get the meaning or non-meaning of this on my next blog.
Until Next Time - Wise OUT
I get up the courage (that means my 2nd beer) and walk over to their table.
It turns out the cute guy isn't really that cute, but he's a professional wrestler. Tell me, when's the last time you met a professional wrestler? Exactly! You don't get out enough. He is interesting and he tells me he will email the url of the wrestling site so I can get the schedule. Yea, like I'm actually going to go to a wrestling match. Anyway I give him my card which has my cell and email address.
Two days later I get a phone call from an unknown number. I answer and this guy says hi.
Hi.
Do you remember me?
No
I'm the guy at the Cuff the other night. Remember you put your hand up my kilt.
NO I DIDN"T.
Oh, well anyway guess where I am?
I don't know.
I'm at the Metropolitan Grill downtown.
Oh, that's a nice place.
Yea, I'm in the bathroom, in a stall with my pants around my ankles, and I'm......
Whoa!!! and I hang up.
Every day since then, I usually get about one or two calls or texts. He has even sent pictures of his anatomoy to me. I don't answer and always hit ignore on my phone. I know, I need to get out the 500 page Blackberry manual and figure out how to make it so his calls and texts won't even come through. But he's harmless.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago. A woman at work (she's the nicest human being in the world by the way), asks if she can give my blog address to a friend of hers. Then she tells me how great the guy is and kind of sets us up.
So Dan emails me and we start chatting. We do this for a couple days then we agree to talk on the phone. He calls me up and we talk for about an hour, and he seems to be a genuine guy. We agree to meet the next Tuesday night at CC's to meet each other in real life. My friend had shown Dan a picture of me, but I had no idea what he looked like.
Right after Dan hangs up, the Church Lady (see previous blogs) calls me and we talk about the Sunday School schedule. Then my mom called and talked for like 45 minutes. After she hangs up, I figure I better capture Dan's number and put it in my cell. You can figure out what happened. I put the Church Lady's number in my cell as Dan's number.
Tuesday night at CC's I show up about 5 minutes early and walk in. There's this guy sitting near the front, who waves and says Hi, He's cute and friendly, so I say hi, and wait but he doesn't say anything else. OK that's not Dan. But in my mind I'm thinking OK, if Dan's a flake and doesn't show up, and this guy is still alone in 20 minutes, I'll go over and start talking.
I walk around the bar "displaying" myself in case Dan is there. No response from anyone. I get a beer and sit at a table close to the door and across from the cute guy. And WAIT and wait and WAIT. After about 15 minutes, I text Dan (really the Church Lady), saying "OK, I'm at the bar waiting for you" (Thank goodness the Church Lady doesn't text and both her and her husband know I'm gay).
Then my phone rings. I expect to see Dan's name on the screen, but it's the number of the stalker. So I press Ignore. A couple minutes later the stalker calls again. That's kind of weird even for him, Usually the 2 calls aren't that close together. The third time the stalker calls, I figure out OH, maybe that's not the stalker's number. I go to my history on the phone, and OMG,it's not the stalker's number - close but 2 numbers different.
So I call the number and the guy across from me for about 30 minutes picks up his phone and answers.
The cute guy across from me was Dan! To make a boring story short, Dan and I had a great time the rest of the night,and he came over the next week for dinner and a video. AND the most important thing, I have captured the stalkers number in my cell and assigned it the STALKER. So now when he calls it shows his name. Someday when I have time, I will learn how to make it so I don't even receive his calls.
Unlike other blogs, this one has no moral to the story. It is what it is. Speaking of nothing. My next blog will talk about my 3 day Landmark Forum seminar. I know some of you have been waiting to hear about the new version of me called Rick 2.0. But after the seminar I will be known as Rick 0.0 - You will get the meaning or non-meaning of this on my next blog.
Until Next Time - Wise OUT
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Blogs
A friend of mine recently told me that he wanted to start writing a blog, but didn't think anyone would be interested in what he had to say. There's also a fear of not knowing exactly what to blog about.
For me, it's the "Great American Novel" dilemna. I really want to write a novel, but if I do, it has to be wonderful and on the New York Times Best Seller List. Also to quote Sarah Pallin, "Gosh darn it, wouldn't it be cool if they made it a movie?"
So until recently if I didnt' have the idea and was guaranteed a success I wouldn't even attempt it. Then I started blogging. I was scared about baring everything to the internet, but I simply sat down and started writing. Most of my stuff sucks and is boring, but every once in a while, I write something that touches someone, maybe a tear, maybe a laugh, but mostly an "OMG Rick, what are doing?"
I realize I will never be published but I enjoy the exercise of putting my thoughts, fears, and hopes on a blog. A medium that guarantees that my thoughts will long outlive me.
Anyway my friend recently started blogging. He sent me his link:
http://gaytrails.blogspot.com
I read his postings and there was one in particular that gave me pause. And really this is what blogging and sharing is all about. I am very proud of my friend, Jeff. It does take courage to put yourself out there for the whole world to read, criticize and praise.
Remember the longest journey begins with the first step. Go ahead, start doing what you really want to do.
Until Next Time - Wise OUT
For me, it's the "Great American Novel" dilemna. I really want to write a novel, but if I do, it has to be wonderful and on the New York Times Best Seller List. Also to quote Sarah Pallin, "Gosh darn it, wouldn't it be cool if they made it a movie?"
So until recently if I didnt' have the idea and was guaranteed a success I wouldn't even attempt it. Then I started blogging. I was scared about baring everything to the internet, but I simply sat down and started writing. Most of my stuff sucks and is boring, but every once in a while, I write something that touches someone, maybe a tear, maybe a laugh, but mostly an "OMG Rick, what are doing?"
I realize I will never be published but I enjoy the exercise of putting my thoughts, fears, and hopes on a blog. A medium that guarantees that my thoughts will long outlive me.
Anyway my friend recently started blogging. He sent me his link:
http://gaytrails.blogspot.com
I read his postings and there was one in particular that gave me pause. And really this is what blogging and sharing is all about. I am very proud of my friend, Jeff. It does take courage to put yourself out there for the whole world to read, criticize and praise.
Remember the longest journey begins with the first step. Go ahead, start doing what you really want to do.
Until Next Time - Wise OUT
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