I’ve been writing another blog. It’s not what you think. Really.
One of the requirements of my most recent class was to maintain a public relations blog. Unfortunately, it had drained me of any time and energy I had to keep up with this site. Now that I’m done with that class, I should be returning to my normal self and posting more regularly.
If you’re bored and want to be bored even further, visit Standpoint, my “professional” site, to see what had been keeping me so busy. The experience has inspired me to resurrect one of my old domains and maintain a true professional site. We’ll see what happens. But I promise it won’t dominate my time.
Hurricane Dolly made landfall earlier today over the Rio Grande Valley, where I grew up. I spoke to mom and everyone seems to be doing fine. Fortunately, Dolly has been downgraded from a Category 2 to a Category 1. She also hit North enough to keep the Rio Grande River from flooding. But Dolly is moving slowly across the Valley, so flooding is still a concern. Let’s hope the levees hold. The Valley is below sea level.
In the image above, the eye of the hurricane is about 30-45 minutes Northeast of McAllen. San Juan, my hometown, is just East of McAllen.
The folks at WeHoLife.org have launched a new HIV prevention and education campaign in the form of an online Web series. Think Melrose Place meets Queer As Folk. According to In the Moment:
IN THE MOMENT is an online web series that follows the lives of a group of gay guys living in the same apartment complex in West Hollywood, California. Like most of us, they’re faced with a huge range of decisions about sex, and the decisions they make impact their lives and the lives of people around them. IN THE MOMENT is also about starting an open, honest conversation among gay guys in the Los Angeles area about these types of decisions.
The series is mildly entertaining and the eye candy is plentiful. Here is Episode 1:
Last night I had a dream that my friends and I were at a circuit party. We were sitting at some tables enjoying a conversation, but a boisterous girl was annoying us with her constant yapping.
Suddenly, I felt an ice cube down my back. I turned and snatched the cunt’s fingers and hissed, “Keep your fucking hands to yourself!”
I turned to her boyfriend and suggested, “Don’t you think you’d be better off sitting over in that lounge area?”
The boy looked like he was about to say something to me, but reconsidered and took his girlfriend away.
I think Carlotta wants to come out and play for the 4th of July.
