Microsoft No More!

Fuck you Microsoft!

I am officially over it. I hate Windows Vista! I have now decided that I will no longer deal with this Windows bullshit. I am moving over to Apple as soon as I can.

For the past year I have dealt with this golden turd know as Vista. It's been a roller coaster of emotions attempting to get the wireless to work correctly. I've come extremely close to literally throwing the laptop against the wall. I am so not kidding about that. On any given day, you could have walked into my room and find me yelling obscenities to the screen.

For some odd reason, Vista doesn't like to work with the AT&T wireless we have set up here in the house. Hell, it doesn't like to work with any wireless for that matter. At first, I thought it was the laptop as I had problems with the wireless card last fall. HP did drop the ball with that, but they were gracious enough to fix the issue. But the problems didn't seem to lie there. Sure the wireless card needed to be replaced, but as time went on I soon discovered that I was beginning to have serious issues with connectivity.

Now I've done plenty of in-depth research on this subject. The most common explanation that I have found was that the majority of the internet connectivity issues are Vista based. What the fuck? Are you kidding me? Of course, Microsoft doesn't take any responsibility for this.

I thought of rolling my laptop back to Windows XP, but to my disappointment I could not as HP was not supporting any of the XP drivers - only Vista! MicroSHAFT sure has their fists lodged deep in HP's rectum.

So after numerous attempts to fix the problem, I have come to the same conclusion millions of people have already come to - Windows Vista is a total piece of shit. And thanks to this realization, I have given in to the cult known as Mac. Yes, I am hoping by year's end, I will have myself a brand new Mac desktop with all of the fixings.

I say down with Microsoft, up with Apple. Kiss my brown ass Bill Gates!

The Silence Of June

Well June just flew by. I was kept busy with LA Pride starring Sister Stella Virgin, Rog, Edwina, RA, & Woods; Raya's ascend on LA via the AIDS Lifecycle; the missed DB Party; countless shows - Bat For Lashes + Adele + Aretha Franklin to name a few; and dealing with being unwell the majority of the month. I felt there wasn't much time left to blog. A bullshit excuse and I know it.

The one thing that I did manage to comes to term with, and able to turn around, was the fact that I was beating myself up - physically and mentally. I was staying up for days on end, not sleeping. Occasionally eating only one meal a day. I was a complete mess.

I knew what was the wrong with me and decided to get honest with myself. I sat down and did some mediation to figure this shit out. The result was having a long talk with Woods and taking the necessary steps to correcting the issues.

And how are things now? Great. I am now finally feeling responsible. I'm not staying up at all hours of the night, not wasting time, eating three-ish meals a day, getting ample amounts of sleep, waking up at a decent hour, finishing chores, and so forth. I am quite happy.

Now I can look forward to July. Next month will bring my mom visiting for Trannyshack Vs. Shits N' Giggles & Chico's Angels. BJ & Raya will also be here. A quick trip to Tucson (delivery of goods) & San Diego (SD Pride). And I will finally get to see Grace Jones in person at the Hollywood Bowl. You can certainly say that I am quite excited... as long as Miss Jones shows up to the show!

Star Trek: The Alumni

I'm not a Trekkie by any means, but I do want to see the new Star Trek. Hopefully it will happen soon.

During all of the promotion for the new film, Yahoo released this article that I found quite amusing...

Kirstie Alley
Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan - 1982
Before she started on "Cheers," Alley was Lieutenant Saavik, a Vulcan recruit on her first mission.

Whoopi Goldberg
"Star Trek: The Next Generation" - 1988-1993
Goldberg appeared as Guinan the bartender on TV and in the movie Star Trek: Generations.

Teri Hatcher
"Star Trek: The Next Generation" - 1988
Hatcher played of Lt. Robinson in the episode "The Outrageous Okona" that also featured Joe Piscopo.

Nikki Cox
"Star Trek: The Next Generation" - 1989
11-year-old Cox was covered in orange makeup to play the alien Sarjenka in the episode "Pen Pals."

Kim Cattrall
Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country - 1991
Cattrall's role as a turncoat Lt. Valeris was originally written to be Kirstie Alley's character from "Khan."

Ashley Judd
"Star Trek: The Next Generation" - 1991
Judd appeared in two episodes as Ensign Robin Lefler, which lead to her first on-screen kiss.

Kirsten Dunst
"Star Trek: The Next Generation" - 1993
Dunst was 11 years old when played a telepathic alien named Hedril in the episode "Dark Page."

Sarah Silverman
"Star Trek: Voyager" - 1996
The sharp-tongued comedienne played a 20th century alien researcher in a two-part episode.

Vanessa Williams
"Star Trek: Deep Space Nine" - 1996
Williams was a native of the "pleasure planet" Risa in the episode "Let He Who Is Without Sin..."

Andy Dick
"Star Trek: Voyager" - 1998
This off-kilter comic played a holographic doctor EMH Mark II in the episode "Message in a Bottle".

The Silence Of May

The month of May has seemed to fly right past me. I’ve been in another state of limbo the entire 30 days. It’s like I’ve been zombiefied. I feel as if an entity has taken over my entire being – keeping me at a distance, feeling like a lost soul.

Despite this overbearing feeling, I did manage to work on the dining room. I prepped the area, painted the ceiling & walls, and now I will tackle the trim beginning tomorrow. I am quite pleased with my accomplishment, or shall I say my accomplishment so far. The goal is to have the entire room completed by Friday. Fingers crossed.

I’ve had dips in the social arena throughout the month… I ventured to the “Drag Me To Hell” premiere at the Chinese Theater, then went to another free screening of “Drag Me To Hell”… shh, don’t tell Universal!. I also witnessed LadyE’s graduation, finally got to see The Prodigy live (without Psycho – sad face), as well as Lady Sovereign, Ann Magnuson, and skewred the faglets at Long Beach Pride – don’t get me started on that Jazmine Sullivan performance (fucking Hip Hop DJs).

All in all, it was a nice month. I do wish I had been more alert. I guess I can add alertness to the list of things I would like to work on for the month of June. Yay.

Size Triple F

I love me some Dolly Parton. She comes across very sweet and good natured. And she doesn't take herself seriously at all. Especially when it is concerning her well known rack!

And I love me some 9 To 5 - the movie AND the musical. I grew up with the movie, and I saw the musical during it pre-Broadway run here in Los Angeles. Such a homo am I.

Upon my YouTube surfings, I stumbled upon Lady Parton conversing with those hens over at The View (sorry Whoopi & Joy) about the new 9 To 5: The Musical that just hit Broadway. Now if I ever go to New York, I might just see that show again. Homo am I times two.

Thank God It's Friday With Yet Another Issue Regarding Freedom

I've wasted the day today. It's almost 5pm and I haven't done anything considerably productive. I did clean out about 30% of useless crap from one of my Yahoo e-mail accounts which took me about 2.5 hours to complete. I'm quite happy about that doing that. Otherwise I feel I've just completely misused an opportunity to continue one of the projects I was working on yesterday.

I went to bed annoyed last night so I woke up in quite a funk this morning. I had laid in bed with my thoughts this morning for quite a long time before physically getting up. I so did not want to begin the day. When I finally did, I jumped into my e-mail. It honestly helped to clear my head. Funny how mundane tasks like that can help you overcome some kind of issue you may have.

I was quite irked with Woods last night. It all stemmed from some issues regarding misunderstood comments, cockblocking, and personal space. I see things a certain way, and obviously Woods views them another. I referred to the problem as being "big brother-ish". I was almost going to say "big daddy-ish", but I refrained from using such a cunty remark. I sometimes feel that I am constantly being watched, evaluated, and sized up. This is what I felt was the direct case last night.

See individualism is very important to me. As is a sense of freedom and personal expression. If I feel that is being compromised, then I have a tendency to rebel. I am not quite fond of anyone constantly being attached to my hip. Or vice versa. And variety is key. What I may like on one day, is not what I may like on another.

This has been an ongoing concern over the past few years. It has gotten to the point where I find myself making quite obvious attempts to separate myself from him at times. It can be quite hard when we are constantly together. I would say that the majority of my time is spent with him... say about 80%, and the time that I am in the vicinity of him is close to 100%. Even when I am not doing the same thing he is, he is the other room, next shower stall, next swimming lane, in the webcam room watching me, and so on. I guess you can say that I feel smothered.

I told him last night that it is my issue, and I'll drop it. To be honest, it is. Mainly because I haven't done anything about it. I have no friends in the local area other than Woods. And when I have made attempts they usually fall flat due to numerous reasons that could be reserved for another post. Yet another whiny post. Boo-hoo.

What I am saying is, for once I would like it to be just Whip. I know, how selfish. And yes I am. At the same time, I honestly do love my time with Woods. We are a perfect match. He is my number one. But regardless of that reason, I still need time that is not at the eyes of Woods. I am not sure he understands that. Not sure he ever will. All I can do is continue to work on the problem at hand, on my own identity, and make myself happy. I don't feel I need to work on my communication with Woods, or make him realize how important he is to me... he should know that by now.

What we both need to work on is finding our own distinctive entity because I am afraid that if this problem isn't resolved soon, then I will end up pushing him away. And that is not what I want.

Not Quite Wildness

Unfortunately I didn't make it over to Wildness last evening because my bitch ass was asleep by 11pm. I really wanted to go, but apparently my body was barking orders at me to get some shuteye. And I rightfully did... a whopping 11 hours of beauty rest - lawd knows I needed it.

Tonight is the Selene Luna & Nadya Ginsburg show at the Cavern Club Theatre in Silverlake. I will definitely be attending that. It's on the earlier side with a showtime of 8pm in comparison to Wildness where the usual performance begins sometime around 12:30am. I love me some late night entertainment, but it's getting harder and harder for me to find the energy to stay up late everynight. At least it's a win-win situation with this evening's plans... one great show + two bowls of Albondigas post show = pure heaven.

Recovering Tuesdays

Last night I ventured down to Mustache Mondays with Woods to visually feast on the usual hipsters, queens, lezbots, and all those stuck in-between. But the main course for the evening was to check out The Girl Is Tough, who was visiting from Mexico (Swine Flu!), and the one & only House Of Xtravaganza. As always, Hector and his crew did not disappoint.

I haven't been out to MM in a while, not since BJ was visiting actually, so I haven't been exposed to any of the new club lingo/fashions/bullshit/tunes of late. To my surprise Hector Xtravaganza worked the crowd to Chelley's "Took The Night" - a banging new (as in new for me anyway) club anthem that is quite reminiscent of the songs used back in the old school vogueing days.

While researching the song online, I came across this...



Holy shit, that queen on the right is serving it up! WORK!

Personal mental thought: that queen looks like a PBDA (Pudgy Big Dick'd Asian) from my gym. Only he has a highly spruced up hair do that just screams out loud "oh-yes-I-did-bitch!"

Anyway, tonight is all about Wildness. I'm going to text Army to see if he wants to attend. Woods is confirmed. We are going to pop in for a bit to take a gander at Alice Cunt's performance. She told me last night when I saw her at MM to bring a flashlight, and something metal to bang on. Oh my, this should be quite interesting.

Yawnchella + The Same Old Tired Connection

Last night was a bust. Ok, not completely, but I ended up calling it a night much earlier than I had anticipated.

The plan was to hit the gym, come home to eat dinner, then saunter over to the grand re-opening of Hot Dog. I was able to successfully complete an upper-body work out in about 45 minutes despite the fact I arrived at 7:30pm. I was shooting to arrive at the gym no later than 6pm. Damn facial hair. But at least arriving at that time it allowed me to be witness to a rather quick show (*cough*) in the shower area from a fellow gym go-er. That lead to what I like to call “shower speak” after once he finished himself off. He smiled at me, giggled, then asked me from across the shower bay what I was doing the upcoming evening. I told him I was going out with friends. As he exited his stall, he dried off right in front of me, sneaking in looks of my man goodies every chance he got. As he left, he smiled again, added a head nod and I reciprocated. A craigslist missed connection? Highly unlikely.

Onto to the second part of the evening which included dinner that was made up from leftovers. Add a romp through DVR Land, and you have the makings of a happy Whip.

Sadly, it all came to a halt after the food sank in. As Woods feel asleep, I got a bit lagged myself, but I was determined not to fall under the “food coma” spell. I did my best from closing my eyes, but by the time midnight rolled around, I didn’t have it in me to get all jazzed up for a night out on the town. I guess I will have to wait until next weekend to explore my social observations. *sigh*

On the flip side, something quite lovely has happened. My stomach issues have seemed to settle down, my headaches are not as frequent, and I was able to last the entire day without wanting to sneak in a nap. It feels like my schedule is finally turning around. I was even in bed by 3am. I would have been in bed much sooner, but I had some prior commitments I needed to honor before laying my head down.

Regardless of the new refreshing schedule, the lurkings from technology’s deepest corners still seems to be with us...

Ah yes, another day without an internet connection. The beginnings of a pattern I do not like. Unfortunately I cannot call to complain as I am not listed on the bill. I don’t like to nag, but I’ve whined to Woods numerous times to phone AT&T and ask to speak to a supervisor. This is unacceptable on AT&T’s end. My question is “why would you pay for a service that is becoming more and more unreliable?”

When BJ was staying here, we had trouble with the cable for close to three weeks. No one bothered to call AT&T. And this type of internet connection disturbance is now considered routine. It’s like clockwork. You can count on it happening at least three to four times a month. I am so not impressed with this FIOS bullshit.

Oh, how I miss the cable modem.

I feel slightly odd bitching about the service as I don’t actually pay for it. Hopefully once I have safely landed a steady job, I will be able to contribute my earnings to the pot. Then I will be able to let loose the fury when I am unhappy with the way it is rolling out. I just get really worked up in these types of situations.

So I guess I’m stuck with having to head over to the Larchmont to use the shotty Wi-Fi at Peet’s or Coffee Bean. What an inconvenience. On the bright side, maybe I will be able to spot Diane Keaton in her clunky work boots shimmering around the village. Gorge.

One Day At A Time...

I'm fuming right now.

*meditation*

The main reason why I'm so upset is the past week has been complete shit. To be honest, it's been mostly a blur due to the fact that I have been trying to rearrange my sleep schedule. I'm doing my best to get my body used to going to bed no later than 2am, then being up sometime between 8am and 10am. This may sound frivolous, but considering the hours I have kept over the past few years, this has been seriously hard on me.

I've felt like a zombie all week. I've been coming in and out of consciousness as I slept the majority of the days. I've skipped meals and workouts... not to mention other responsibilities I had. I feel so out of touch. And that enrages me. I hate not being in control.

I do know that this rearrangement will benefit me in the long run. I can't continue to keep the schedule I have become accustomed to if I want to get back to work/school and make progress here at home. The sleeping regiment I have had was not healthy so I needed to take action.

I can tell that my body is having a hard time adjusting to the new regiment thanks to the many aches and pains I have experienced over the past 48 hours. My stomach is on full roller coaster mode. My muscles are weak. My head has been pounding at various times of the day. By no means exciting. But I have to get through it. I keep reminding myself what my goals are. And those are my number one priority.

Wow, I sound like a drug addict in a 12 step program.

As I look out my window, I see that it is a gorgeous day. I am deciding on a plan of attack. I have laundry to finish, papers to sort, and a bathroom to clean. And once I am done with that, I will tackle the closest, bedroom, and dining room. So much to accomplish, so little time. But I know I can do it. But once I begin the process, the possibilities are endless.

Now if I can just get over the fact that I lost a much sought after item I physically won on eBay because of the fucking internet connection that has been down, then I will progress just fine. But I can still be pissed at AT&T for their constant screw-ups with the cable and internet. If one of their employees was here, I would gladly slap the taste out of their mouth.

*mediation*