6/21/2005 11:00:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
Richard and I live in a nice, suburban neighborhood of Las Vegas. Yes, there are homes here too. I remember one time taking a friend’s cousin on one of my famous $1.98 tours. She kept exclaiming things like, “Ooh! There’s a school!” and “Look, there’s a grocery store”. Umm. Yeah. I kept thinking, are you for real?? Anyway, back to our neighborhood. We chose our neighborhood because it was different. In Nevada and Arizona there’s a lot of stucco and red Spanish tile. LOTS of it. Our neighborhood looks a little Cape Cod-ish. Different. It’s a gated community with gas lamps instead of street lights, a central park with walking paths leading to it from every direction. You get the picture. We’ve lived here since the spring of 2000…so has ‘Mr. & Mrs. Bitches’ across the street. Our peaceful neighborhood, with tree-lined streets and—ooh, is that a rainbow in our front yard?…why yes, it is—and Mrs. C. Bitches (I know you’re thinking the C stands for “C. U. N.ext T.uesday”, but it doesn’t…it stands for Cranky). Mrs. Cranky Bitches who came out of her den last week and was screaming in the middle of our peaceful little street. Mrs. Cranky Bitches who screamed at the kids that live next door to us. Mrs. Cranky Bitches who took a moment to puff on her Marlboro and kill off a bottle of Bud before implying that their mother was a whore. Mr. Cranky Bitches who just joined in and exclaimed, “you kids are always making trouble.”

Rich and I are now sitting on our porch watching the show. Bitches yelling, kids crying, more and more neighbors coming out of their nice homes to see what the commotion is all about. Turns out there was a very loud explosion (Rich heard it…I was asleep). The kids (twin girls and a friend and cousin) sitting on their front lawn were accused, by the Bitches, of causing the explosion. Rich said it was clearly from somewhere other than the close proximity of our home(s). I’m making light of this scene, but it was REALLY UGLY. More ugly than I had ever seen. The kids’ mom is a single mother who works nights—so she is now out “whoring around” (straight from the mouth of Bitches). The kids are older now, but even when they were young, there was always someone there. They’re good kids; we should know we’ve lived next to them for 5 years.

I wanted to step out and say a few words, by my instinct was to stay put. The kids were ok, and we talked to one of them to try and calm her down. Let The Bitches be, I thought. Let them go back into their den, crack open another Bud, fill themselves with nicotine, and take it out on each other (which we saw…from our porch… in 2001). Bitches.
|||111937689740164516|||The Bitches are back...6/21/2005 12:12 PM|||Robin|||Ugh! What an ugly thing to say to those poor kids! I guess trash lives everywhere, huh?

Nice rainbow!6/21/2005 4:17 PM|||Steve|||I don't know why, but the whole time I was reading this post, I was thinking about that bitch who lived across from Darrin & Sam on Bewitched.6/21/2005 5:34 PM|||Scott|||ooh, Mrs. Bitches is worse. I never heard Mrs. Kravitz tell Tabitha that her mom was out "whoring around". Maybe, "your mom is a witch", but never a whore. :)6/21/2005 7:30 PM|||Michael Guy|||Jesus! sounds like the neighbor across from my childhood home; drank scotch on her patio and cussed the ENTIRE neighborhood in her drunken stupor:

"The Castos..now those little half-breeds better keep their goddamn bikes off'a my driveway cuz' I'll blast their damn..."

You get the picture. My mom actually used to tape record the rants and play it back to amuse her canasta group.

I was never picked on as I was the 'best little boy' in the whole neighborhood. Paper dolls on the porch. Yep.6/20/2005 08:17:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
I get this email from fellow blogger Steve about feet-talk on NoFo and J’s blog. Take a pic of your left foot they say. I'm such a conformist. Here’s the money-shot…

Check out those who jumped in foot first: Ryan, Michael, Craig, Sam, Mike, Jeff, Terry, Dean, Matt, and Tim.
|||111928115057673222|||Footing the bill…6/20/2005 8:45 AM|||Jeff|||My...those are some long toes. You wanna party big boy? ;)6/20/2005 8:45 AM|||Jay|||Fabulous footsie!6/20/2005 9:03 AM|||Michael Guy|||OH MY GOD...Is this the new 'Cirque' show in town!? "Le Foot!"6/20/2005 9:51 AM|||Steve|||Holy Shit! That is the $$ shot, fo' real!6/20/2005 10:01 AM|||bentguy|||Those tootsies look familiar!6/20/2005 11:50 AM|||Ryan|||I would have loved to have seen you out on the street posing for that one.6/20/2005 12:03 PM|||Scott|||OMG. Sitting in the dirt with my leg in the air while traffic is whizzing around me! What I won't do for love.

But, I've seen stranger (much stranger) things going on in front of that sign!6/20/2005 12:56 PM|||T. Johnston|||Hmm.. legs up in the air in Vegas. What would be so unusual about that? I'm sure eveyone is use to that kind of behavior.6/20/2005 4:13 PM|||Robin|||Well that is just abundantly cool!6/20/2005 6:22 PM|||sam|||that foot... is hot.6/20/2005 7:45 PM|||The English Student|||haha...that is a brillant picture. I really needed to see that...I needed something to smile about.6/21/2005 8:26 PM|||bentguy!|||Would love to have that foot KICK MY ASS!6/19/2005 12:07:00 PM|||purpletwinkie|||
This is the seventh Father’s Day without my dad. It’s one of those hard days for me. In my book, landmarks should be positive not negative. I do my best to make that so and remember the good person my dad was and the time we had together. I try to let all the Father’s Day advertising travel through me. I know life goes on.

Simply put, my dad was a good guy. Very few waves, never got too upset about anything, always liked to stand around and shoot-the-breeze, liked to relax and have a good time. He had lots of acquaintances, but not many close friends. Those who were close meant everything to him. His family was very important to him and I know he was always proud of us. Rich and I had only been together about four years when he died; my dad liked him from the start, as well as his family. We all used to go camping together, or get together at our house for breakfast on Saturdays, or once in a while a big group dinner—I miss that.

A couple weekends ago, Richard took his Dad to NYC for a long weekend. His dad turns 60 this year, and Rich just turned 40. They had never taken a trip anywhere by themselves, and his dad had never been to NYC. What a great idea I thought. They had a wonderful time. Feel-good memories that will last forever. The perfect gift.
|||111920874961406415|||Dad's Day...6/19/2005 8:09 PM|||Vince|||I'm glad you have the happy memories to hold on to.6/19/2005 11:45 PM|||Scott|||thanks Vince, I do :)6/22/2005 6:42 AM|||Schlitz25|||Scott,

Thanks for commenting on my blog seeing your blog has opened me up to a whole new world of cool blogs as well. Great feet i might add :P

I know there are gay men who have had good relationships with thier dads, and thats encouraging. I think perhaps as my dad ages things will get better...strange how as people get older they start caring about other people and petty things like giving blowjobs just dont matter to them anymore. :P

Sam6/18/2005 11:58:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
Good or bad, people like lists. For Example…

Best Selling Cars By Gender List
10 Tips On How To Masturbate List

Best Places To Die List

Terrible Movies List

100 Things To Do When Ordering Pizza By Phone List

Top 100 Celebrities List

100 Things To Do In Milwaukee List ...Who knew?

Stupid Jokes List

Gay Men’s Top Fashions List ...umm, or NOT

101 Ways To Annoy People List


and on and on...
I began blogging only a short time ago, but have read so many interesting “100 things about me” lists since. Some might think it mundane, but I kind of see it as a study of human nature. I’ve always written things about myself, for myself –but never a list for others. My first thought when thinking about my own list was, “I can’t think of that many things”. Wrong. Be it stupid, comical, inspiring, tragic, boring or interesting, each of us have a past, present and future worth expressing. When my list hit 200, I thought shit I better stop! Here's My List

What surprises me is how many things I have in common with people…people I have never met. Take a while and write about yourself. You’ll probably learn something.

If someone can write this...



YOU can write about yourself!


If you have a list, send me the link. I’d like to read it.

Here are some random lists from other blogs I’ve read…

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0

|||111912159481008479|||It's all about the List baby...6/18/2005 3:46 PM|||Steve|||Great list! You sound normal, and fairly well-rounded, however, did your mother know about #122?6/18/2005 6:35 PM|||Scott|||Oh yeah! Mom knew all about 122! I love your list.6/18/2005 7:12 PM|||Robin|||Hey... I made it all the way through the list! I didn't even glaze over. Great job!

Doesn't it hurt walking around with a penny in your shoe all the time?

Don't you just LOVE NYC?6/19/2005 10:43 AM|||Scott|||Yes, LOVE NYC! Don't even notice the penny :)6/19/2005 6:24 PM|||Scotty|||I had a Commodore 64 too...OMG! Chunky Monkey rocks. Furry butt? HOT! SEXY! DITTO...I have one too and find that FEW MAN appreiciate it or have one similar...yum!6/17/2005 08:42:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
Tom. Tom. Tom! Contrary to popular belief, diamonds are not forever.
But HERPES are...

|||111902334257514757|||Mr. Cruise, about your engagement to Katie Holmes...6/17/2005 12:30 PM|||Steve|||Ew. Is that bottom picture really her, and would Tom, WHO IS NOT GAY! put his lips on that if he were straight?6/18/2005 6:33 PM|||Scott|||I actually think she's cute...when the festering pustules are in remission.3/16/2006 1:58 PM|||Anonymous|||Tom is the one who gave them to her, obviously.3/17/2006 5:26 PM|||uilani|||It not her fault everyone should just leave her alone and let her live her life gosh have some mercy.3/17/2006 5:27 PM|||Anonymous|||Everyone should just leave her alone she would take it away just think if you had it how do you think you would feel.3/17/2006 5:36 PM|||uilani|||Everyone leave the poor girl alone plz this is so sad. I almost had a close encounter to and that was not fun. Anyone would give anything to getrid of it. Katie these people are Fucker don't listen to them just go about your life with your new baby and ur husband6/16/2005 11:28:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
Totally random thought for the day...
I recently had a conversation about “ego.” I realized, in general terms, “ego” has certain negative connotations... “He has such a big ego!” usually means “He’s such a big dick” (not that he HAS a big dick…that may be material for another post on ego).

I’ve always understood ego in terms of conceit, but I also think of it as a mere expression of who we are. Ego in positive terms…an expression of confidence. Our ego is simply a measurement of our self shown to others. It probably goes back to Psychology 101, with dreadful memories of studying Freud and his theories of Id, Ego, Super-Ego, etc.

It really got me thinking, so I looked up the definition…

e·go ((ē’gō, ĕ’gō)
n. pl. e·gos
1. The self, especially as distinct from the world and other selves.
2. In psychoanalysis, the division of the psyche that is conscious, most immediately controls thought and behavior, and is most in touch with external reality.
3a. An exaggerated sense of self-importance; conceit.
b. Appropriate pride in oneself; self-esteem.

One of those words with ambiguous meaning. Someone with “ego” meaning that person with confidence and assertiveness, or that other someone filled with conceit, a huge, inflated attitude that leads to self-love and narcissism.
Be proud of your ego, just remember…

Ego good. Exaggerated sense of self-importance; conceit bad.
|||111894675084860757|||What a nice Ego you have...6/15/2005 06:30:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
During the past 10-15 years, I’ve been pretty fortunate to have access to a lot of FREE activities. Whether it be concerts, great meals or just plain ‘ole stuff, I have always been thankful for the things available to me. I outwardly show thanks and never take it for granted. If there is anything I’ve learned it’s that things given can be easily taken away. Always be thankful, no matter what.

Because of my affiliation with radio/media, free movie screenings have been a part of my life for a long time. I went to just such an event last week to see Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

Knowing there was going to be a crowd, we got to the theatre early. Huge line in the lobby. We were lead into the theatre with some other media people and scoped out a seat. We sat around for a short time while the radio guys and the marketing people got themselves situated…then they let the gate open. OMG. Here we are sitting in the middle of an empty theatre and this hoard of people came rushing in. Not to be judgmental, but the majority of the crowd looked to have come from the trailer park, or the assisted-living home. It was hilarious to watch these people clamor for the best seat…sort of like Goldilocks; This chair is too soft. This chair is too hard. This chair is just right. It was nuts. When you see the 60-something crowd elbowing fellow patrons for positioning in the FREE seat, at the FREE movie (nachos and popcorn ‘a flyin’) you have to just sit back and say, “are you for real?”.

In radio they’re called “prize whores”. It’s that listener who shows up at every remote, every ticket giveaway, and every event in general. And they aren’t there to simply enjoy themselves; they’re there to get something for FREE. “Do you have any tickets?” “Do you have any cd’s?” “Are you giving anything away today?” Given the chance, a lot of these people are pigs. The worst thing though is when there isn’t anything to give away. That’s when they get upset. Or they are given something, but it’s not exactly what they want—and want to exchange or upgrade the FREE prize. Or the FREE prize just isn’t what they expect and they bitch about it. Yeah, the FREE prize. I could go on and on.

My point is… just be thankful. Be grateful for anything and everything.
|||111884233681248570|||When does FREE become a right?6/15/2005 6:44 AM|||Robin|||Prize whores? Hmm. I like it. I might adopt it, but I don't really work in media.

So, how WAS the flick?6/15/2005 9:15 AM|||Scott|||Loved Mr & Mrs Smith! Funny, action-packed plus Brad and Angelina are sizzling hot!6/15/2005 1:48 PM|||Flesh von Wintoor|||I have come to the conclusion that NOTHING in life is free and therefore when you do end up getting something for nothing taking it as a rarity and a blessing!6/15/2005 3:16 PM|||bentguy|||I've never seen such blue-haired-angst in my entire life. I was fearful for my safety.

And I thought my listeners were bad.

r6/16/2005 6:23 AM|||Steve|||We also call them prize pigs, but yea, prize whores works, too. Ask Bentguy about the people who show up at car remotes. I've had 'em show up on A BIKE (!) wanting cold, stale pizza, flat, watered down Coke, and a cheaply made radio station shirt. Oldies and country listeners, mostly toothless wonders, always get the prize, cuz you gotta feel sorry for them. Thanks for sniffing out my blog... I think we can share stories, and I got stories!6/16/2005 4:59 PM|||Steve|||By the way, thanks for the link, 'cept, I think it's a broken URL. You're on my blogroll now, too. ;-)6/14/2005 08:11:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||

And went straight to Dairy Queen, McDonalds AND Taco Bell.

Yep. I'm speechless.

|||111876261012354012|||Elvis has left the building...6/14/2005 7:19 PM|||Dan Arthur|||I'll never be able to get this out of my head. yack6/14/2005 9:44 PM|||Scotty|||AND he has camel toes...ack!6/15/2005 5:52 AM|||Scott|||and I think that's a pie server in his hand?6/15/2005 6:03 AM|||Jeff|||Egads! The camel toe has to go!6/16/2005 5:32 AM|||cola boy|||Who knew Elvis even had a camel tow?6/13/2005 03:08:00 PM|||purpletwinkie|||
I didn’t have much to say during the latest Michael Jackson calamity. An occasional comment here or there, but that was it. He may think his life with kids is beautiful, but it’s always been my opinion that MJ is a child molester. There are so many news bites blowing around. It’s easy to take a select few in, sit back, and cast judgment. I’ve certainly been guilty of my share of stone throwing. With the way our news media works and the instantaneous news reports we have today, it’s nothing more than a flurry of words left up to us to decipher.

I remember over a year ago when this all began. He was hiding out here in Las Vegas and causing a local uproar. He bounced around from resort to resort, leaving a frenzied trail behind him…until he was forced to go back to California and the year+ examination of his actions.

I was home today and got word that the verdict was coming down. I turned on the TV and picked one of the various (near every channel) newscasts. I watched as the news anchors and field reporters built the suspense. What a show.

I heard the court clerk read “not guilty” to all 10 verdicts. It’s something that I internally predicted from the start—he’ll be found not guilty to the charges. Does that mean he’s innocent? NO WAY.

I have no doubt that MJ has done kind things and changed lives throughout the world. I also believe that there are countless kids out there who will forever be casualties of MJ’s actions. Just minutes after the verdict was announced, a commentator for FOX news dubbed him the “Teflon molester”. That sticks.
|||111870059332244306|||Another bullet dodged...6/13/2005 10:00:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
One year when I was a kid, all I wanted was a purple bike (oh yeah, AND a Corvette, but that’s a different story). My parents got me the bike—it even had glitter in the paint—and I was as happy as a little girl. If you read the “I wonder” part of my Wonder Woman post…here is “Yes folks, he is a fag” clue #2…Glittery Purple Bike.

Yesterday I saw this purple Hummer...
Evolution of my bike dream? No. I’ve never been a huge Hummer fan. Maybe it’s because they are too butch for me—although I do drive a Jeep (baby butch). In any case, the purple Hummer was hot.
|||111868230857587506|||Honey? He really wants a purple bike?6/12/2005 06:23:00 PM|||purpletwinkie|||

I need to move.

Nearly killed a pedestrian taking this pic today! If looks could kill, I'd be in intensive care.
|||111862593413002371|||A street to be proud of...6/12/2005 03:45:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
I’m restless. So much on my mind. Can’t sleep, don’t want to think—it doesn’t get me anywhere in the wee hours of the morning. I’ve just been reading online and searching the TV, looking for a distraction. Found it. Around 2:40am I search the Tivo guide. I see Wonder Woman comes on at 3:00am on TV Land. Who knew?

I remember being addicted to this show. I had to have been around 10 or 11-years-old when it was on. I’m really not sure what drew me into it, I simply know I was preoccupied with Lynda Carter. I had this poster...

on my bedroom wall. At that age I already knew I was different than the other boys. Was I a Lynda Carter fan, or did I want to be Lynda Carter? Hell if I know. I do remember play-acting as if I were Wonder Woman though—even had the magic bracelets and golden lasso. What a stretch. Many years later my parents said they never knew. Do you think they forgot about the "Wonder Woman years?" Probably more like burnt it from memory.

The TV show had two lives. The first Wonder Woman was set during World War II and was always dealing with Nazis. It was cancelled and I believe picked up by another network, revamped, brought forward to the present-day and renamed, The New Adventures of Wonder Woman. I like the latter. It was much more sci-fi oriented and that suited me fine since I’ve loved sci-fi and fantasy shit since I was a kid. Both were pure camp, gotta love that. Anyway, back to Lynda… I loved her then, and love her now. She’ll always be one of my all-time favorite TV stars.
|||111857337459807206|||Boy, I wonder...6/12/2005 9:03 PM|||Scotty|||Great blog dude. Thanks for the link and I ahve linked you too! BTW, My partner makes these campy WW movies using all our local gay friends and a drag Queen named Brandi that plays WW. They are a big hit around here and are shown on the local access channel. Just thought I would mention it.6/12/2005 02:24:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||

Continuing my thoughts on campy, 1970's TV...
I was 12-years-old when Kate Jackson left Charlie's Angels. It was never the same. Now I see this 1979 photo and I'm not sure what scares me most... Shelly Hack's make-up or the shiny camel toes... bah.
|||111857117473234246|||Charlie's camel toes...6/11/2005 10:15:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
A couple days ago I was hungry and there was no food in the house. Really there was food, but nothing that I wanted. It’s kind of like saying, “I had nothing to wear.” So I’m scrounging though the pantry looking for something…what I really wanted was chocolate—THAT I didn’t have. I think men have hormonal cycles and crave food(s) just like women do…but that’s a topic for another day. As I’m looking for food…what came to mind was a relative of ours (we’ll call her Aunt Sonia to protect her anonymity) . One holiday function, we learned Aunt Sonia loved to eat Wheat Thins dipped in mayonnaise. “You do? Really?” I recalled that moment and wondered what kind of concoction I could come up with. In culinary school, we are encouraged to use our imagination—but only to a point, then you’ve crossed the line. I ended up eating something boring—crackers and cream cheese.

I was trying to think of strangest thing I ever done/ate (most notably, alone and in pursuit of satisfying a craving). It would probably have to be mixing up brownie mix (straight from the box) and water, and eating it from the bowl. Now, I didn’t eat it all—only to the point where I started to feel faint. This is a cleansing process, so I’ll admit I’ve done it with muffin and cake mix too. Does this mean I have a batter fetish? Hmm.
|||111851020577388759|||Wheat Thins and mayonnaise...6/15/2005 2:28 AM|||Scotty|||Ok...that sounds really really gross but I've eaten lots of things that I don't care to mention in a blog so ya never know. I checked this out after reading your post at my Skinny Bitch Blog on brushing your teeth!6/15/2005 5:46 AM|||Scott|||Ok, I didn't say the brushing your teeth thing ALWAYS WORKED haha. I haven't done the cake batter things in a LONG time...but I did do it :)6/11/2005 08:47:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
It's been a couple weeks since I started this blog and I'm getting a few questions about the purpletwinkie thing. The explanation is simple... We have a friend who quite often would say things like…“He was so shocked, I thought he’d shit a purple twinkie.” Where she heard it, we don't know. Rich and I would laugh and soon found ourselves saying it whenever something bizarre came up. Over the years we’ve had fun with that phrase and it seemed a suitable name for my random thought blog.

I thought I’d shit a purple twinkie when I realized it’s actually listed in an Online Slang Dictionary.
|||111850503869561066|||Purpletwinkie?6/10/2005 01:04:00 PM|||purpletwinkie|||
I read a magazine article about the host of TV’s Amazing Race, Phil Keoghan. I’ve never watched the show, but that’s not the point. He’s written a book: No Opportunity Wasted: 8 Ways to Create a List for the Life You Want. The book is about living in the moment, getting lost on purpose and letting life’s detours happen. I like that.

When I was in high school I used to drive to L.A. with my friend Nancy H. We got lost (driving around)so much, but always found the best shit doing so! I remember finding shopping malls like The Beverly Center and South Coast Plaza –purely by accident. Those were fun trips…shopping…getting lost…shopping…finding something cool…shopping…oops
...spent all our cash…digging for coins in the glove box so we could at least buy French fries @ McDonalds. (you can tell my priorities back then were shopping and shopping) In those days, I did things a lot more off-the-cuff. I suppose that’s part of being a kid.

When I was in college the first time, working a full-time job and starting a new business (yep, all at the same time), I didn’t take much time to be spontaneous or savor the moment. That mode seemed to work into my young adulthood too. The truth is I love spontaneity and all that it brings. I’ve learned to step back and enjoy things a lot more. Don’t always look for tomorrow, but live today. It’s a work-in-progress and I live so much more in the moment than I used to.

Keoghan’s philosophy is… “The secret to enjoying a lost moment is allowing yourself to relax. You have to turn off that part of your brain that’s always worrying about where you are or what time it is.” He advises we do things like…

-Break your routine sometimes and veer off the beaten path.
-Get in the car and just drive (find different places…even on your lunch hour).
-Go on a unique quest (like retracing an ancestor’s journey).
-Lose yourself in an unusual moment (like attending an odd convention, or offbeat class).
-Dust off your bicycle (“a great vehicle for exploring…just ask any 10-year-old kid”).
-Get creative (let your imagination go to uncharted territory)

I’m a very creative person, but my creativity has been dormant for a while. I think starting the new blog is just the beginning of the comeback.
|||111843435120473547|||Getting Lost in the moment...6/10/2005 3:31 PM|||Kevin|||I've recently discovered how great it can be to do that. I started roller blading again in Central Park. I've spent hours just unwinding like that in the past 3 days alone.6/10/2005 9:16 PM|||Dan Arthur|||wow, I think that's a GREAT idea...6/11/2005 10:26 AM|||purpletwinkie|||it's such a great idea to do something different, or something just for yourself!6/12/2005 1:08 PM|||BMW|||Ok, when I was young, I found the Beverly Center and the gay beach in Laguna purely by accident as well. In both cases, I knew of them generally, but sort of just drove around till I was there.6/10/2005 09:04:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
So I was watching an interview with Madonna on the Today Show… She was peddling her 5th children’s book. Who knew there were FIVE of them? The latest book is called Lotsa de Casha (get it?) If you are so inclined, listen to the audio clip.

For kicks and curiosity’s sake, I thought I’d search Amazon and take a moment to view the different books. Here’s what a general search (top 3 items) for Madonna delivers:

1. Lotsa de Casha (books)
2. Immaculate Collection (popular music)
3. Madonna condoms 3-pack (health care)

Come again?

“Excuse me m’am, where do I find the condoms?”

“Over there…next to the children’s books.”

On a recent trip to Europe, I saw Madonna condoms for sale. I thought they were probably a “European thing” and really didn’t think much of it. Admittedly, I’ve been out of the specialty condom market for a while, but little did I know I could have them delivered by Amazon in the same box with my book. Ha!
|||111841974725892782|||Madonna condoms and more...6/10/2005 9:25 AM|||Dan Arthur|||Oh my! THAT is hilarious! Quote of the year...

“Excuse me m’am, where do I find the condoms?”

“Over there…next to the children’s books.”

-Scott 6/10/056/09/2005 08:17:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||

A couple nights ago, I was lucky enough (thanks to my friend Derek) to see an advanced screening of Batman Begins. LOVED IT! Take all those other Batman’s and send ‘em straight to the Legion of Doom! (ok yeah, that was a bit over the top) Batman Begins is unlike all the predecessors--it’s actually a superhero movie with a great story! No primary colors, no cartoonish appearance. Michael who? Val who? George who? Christian Bale is Batman. I thought his performance was great (liked him ever since Empire of the Sun). Sexy. Period. Also, so many super actors in this movie…Morgan Freeman, Michael Caine, Liam Neeson, Gary Oldman, Rutger Hauer…I even liked Katie Holmes’ performance (but she was sort of a pompous nag). Can’t wait to see it in IMAX!

Evolution of the Bat…

Batman Begins (2005)

Christian Bale


Batman & Robin (1997)

George Clooney

Batman Forever (1995)

Val Kilmer

Batman (1989), Batman Returns (1992)

Michael Keaton

Batman (1966) (TV)

Adam West

I just poured out my heart about Batman! What a total goober I am sometimes.
|||111833077665869759|||Evolution of the bat...6/09/2005 8:29 AM|||Roximoon|||Seriously true.. And good for you for posting the pics to empahzize your point.. that is the best looking one.. One I could really.. well.. nevermind.. Good Job Great Blog!6/08/2005 10:57:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||

It’s a sad time for fans and family of Anne Bancroft. She passed away on June 6th and will be missed by all. She will probably be remembered for certain highlights of her lengthy career, such as Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate or Annie Sullivan in The Miracle Worker. Of her many film and theatre roles, one personal favorite of mine is the character Amanda in the 1993 film Point of No Return. No matter what role played, she always brought distinction and believability to it.

Over the years I’ve seen and read various interviews with her and her husband, writer/director Mel Brooks. What a fun and interesting marriage that must have been. She will be missed.

|||111825404240237055|||So long Mrs. Robinson...6/08/2005 12:23:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
I’ve been fascinated by Keanu Reeves since first seeing him act in...
The River's Edge
and
Dangerous Liaisons


I’ll never forget the time I saw him in person-- it was in the early 1990’s at a video convention in Las Vegas. He was doing the rounds for Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. I’m not one who is easily star struck, but I do remember that particular sighting very well. I was still quite in the closet at the time, so simply kept my admiration (or was it lust) to myself. I’ve seen just about everything Keanu has done on film and TV. Did I love it all? Naw. Is he the most talented actor? Naw. Do I still hanker for a little Keanu once in a while? Of course!

The 8th Voyage of Sinbad is Keanu’s next project. Is the world ready for another Sinbad remake? Is the world ready for Keanu as Sinbad? One thing is for sure… can’t wait to see the skimpy costume.
|||111821629936238643|||The 8th Voyage of Keanu...6/09/2005 8:31 AM|||Roximoon|||I have a friend that is completely engrossed in Keanu.. She loves him but has the same additude as you.. not the best actore.. not the best movies.. Hunk.. of course..6/07/2005 11:32:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
I woke up this morning thinking about my internal clock. What is it? Why and how does it work? Is it merely your mind and body in sync with the natural world? Is it a physical or chemical stimulus that causes you to react?

This is what I do know… Since this semester of school finished, my sleep pattern has changed. I don’t go to sleep at the same time each day, but nearly every day of the past two weeks I wake up at precisely the same time. My alarm goes off at 5:30am even when it’s not set to (that’s another story). I get up, turn it off and crash again only to wake up at exactly 7:14am. Not 7:12, not 7:13, but 7:14am! It’s a little eerie and enough to make you wonder how your body acclimates itself to a given environment.

Here’s an interesting read that gives insight to the study of internal clocks, jet lag, circadian rhythms and such… brainconnection.com
|||111816929836281118|||Alarm clock in my melon...6/07/2005 8:00 PM|||Dan Arthur|||wassup Scott? Just wanted to peak in and say, HI!6/06/2005 09:49:00 PM|||purpletwinkie|||
I recently visited the latest strip resort,
WYNN Las Vegas

It opened April 29th as the most expensive hotel/resort in history (initial opening). I’ve read varying reports ranging from $2.4-2.7 Billion.

What does a $2.4B resort look like?

Umm… kind of like the $430M
resort across the street...

Treasure Island

or Wynn’s $1.6B next door neighbor...

The Venetian

or even Wynn’s $1.5B golden child...

The Bellagio

or his first $630M vision...

The Mirage

I guess what it comes down to is this… It’s hard to make a mega resort stand out above the rest. Sure there may be a certain distinctiveness that sparks a warm memory or that once-inspiring spectacle that brought you there in the first place, but for the most part one super-duper-whopping-behemoth of a hotel/casino is just like the next.

I do wish Mr. Wynn luck at his new venture. He may be that one Las Vegas icon who is equally hated and loved by the people of this city. It was nevertheless his vision that changed the face of Las Vegas. In his case, lightening usually strikes twice...
|||111812027490411183|||Wynning in Las Vegas...6/05/2005 12:51:00 PM|||purpletwinkie|||


Without a doubt, Las Vegas is an interesting place to live and in many ways is truly unique. When most people think of Las Vegas the only things that come to mind are gambling, sex, drinking and enormous resort hotels (17 of the world’s 20 largest hotels are in Las Vegas)…oh yeah… and the summer heat. All those things are true, and are part of the allure of the city. I’ve had a home here for five years and have lived here permanently for three. Like 90% of all other residents, I was transplanted from another state or country. It’s a fast and furiously growing city comprised of an interesting mix of people. For several years, it’s been the country’s fastest growing city and the metro area now exceeds a population of 1.6 million.

I can recall my first visit to Las Vegas. It was the summer of 1975 and I remember being with my family and driving through the town. We were making a loop through southern Arizona, Nevada and California. I don’t remember a “city” of Las Vegas, it was more like a desert town—downtown and the strip—not much else that I remember. Hot, dry and one of the strangest memories was the sound of crickets (at least I think they were crickets) in the trees making a buzzing noise to keep cool. It was certainly not what we have today, but for an eight-year-old kid it was pretty exciting.

It wasn't until 1985 that I returned to LV. I remember very little had changed in my ten-year absence. I’m sure there was more to see than I recall as a kid, but it looked pretty much the same as I had remembered, and it was just as exciting. I can remember a lot of buzz that year for the newest edition to the strip… The Mirage. It was said to be one of a kind and going to change the strip as we knew it. An interesting forecast made by the up-and-coming Strip King, Steve Wynn.

For the next 15 or so years, I visited LV at least annually for business conventions or whatnot. From the point of seeing The Mirage built, I looked forward to my visits and always marveled at what was coming up next. Each year there was something new and exciting and someone trying to outdo the latest and greatest. I suppose you could say “capitalism at its best” (or worst). It was the era of corporate takeovers and shareholders squeezing out the last of the Las Vegas mobsters.

As I get older, it makes me sad to see what happens to the “old Las Vegas”. It disappears overnight and something new replaces it. The history and folklore often disappear as well. The only reminder (if you are lucky) is a few memories, or pictures. I love talking to people who have lived here their entire lives. As a transplant, I only know the newer Las Vegas, or the LV I remember as an annual guest. I like hearing about the city from a true “local’s” perspective. That great mixture of old and new. Three to five years is a long time for some people to live here. I guess if I live here much longer, people will start calling me a true local. We’ll have to see.
|||111800215751911069|||Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada...6/15/2005 2:26 AM|||Scotty|||I've been out to Vegas twice and want to bring Joel out when we get enough money saved. I tayed at Ceasars the first time I came out (compliments of my company for a conference) and then at Bally's when I came out with friends. You will have to give us the grand tour when we maek it out again!5/31/2005 11:42:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||

My family
|||111756501752632864|||The girls plus one...5/31/2005 11:16:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
Cory (Cairn Terrier)
Marcy (mini Dachshund)
Katie (Jack Russell Terrier)
|||111756465132471122|||The girls...5/31/2005 10:07:00 AM|||purpletwinkie|||
I have always loved animals and from my first recollection a pet has always been around. Mostly dogs and cats, but I have had a few other animals. Here I go...let's see if I can remember them all... Pleshette (dog), Cleo (cat-never could get her spayed, she was always pregnant or getting laid), Pepé (dog) Butterscotch (cat), (a couple chickens), (turtles and fish), Snowball (cat), Midnight (cat), Charlie (bird), (several rabbits and guinea pigs), Tingles (dog), Wiggles (dog), Tut (cat), Sandy (dog), Taffy (dog), Louise (cat), (two ducks about this time), (also had a full-blown saltwater aquarium setup), Bonnie (pig), Clyde (pig), (another pig, but didn't name it this time because by that time I learned it was hard to watch your 'pet' be sent off to slaughter), Cookie (dog). That was all before I moved out of my parent's house. I took a short break and then adopted Abby (dog), Sydney (dog) and Alice (cat). Currently living at home...(a few fish), Katie (dog), Marlo (cat), Marcy (dog) and Cory (dog). By this time, you'd think I were an activist or worked for PETA.

I know pets (and animals in general) are important. I learned early on that animals give love an attention without question. They often become our special allies and supply an intrinsic need that we humans have. When I stop and think about it, my dogs comfort me and I would miss them terribly if they weren't there. It seemed as if many of the pets in my early life just came and went. That's not to say they weren't important to me just not as much as my current animals are. The pets I have now have been part of my life with Richard. That makes them that much more meaningful to me. As I type this, all three dogs are sleeping not 2-3 feet away. It's a typical scenario.

We have friends who recently moved to Las Vegas and with them came their four dogs. They needed a place to board them until they get settled...ta da… we currently have SEVEN dogs at our house. We've sort of segregated the new from the old as they all get a bit excited (and we get nervous), but the guest dogs are a wonderful addition. I have found myself out playing with them several times and loving every minute of it…until I hear our dogs barking jealous barks and know it’s time to share the love.
|||111756301192448346|||And then there were seven...5/27/2005 06:27:00 PM|||purpletwinkie|||
What an interesting day to begin posting to the new blog. I stopped by Wal Mart on the way home--nothing special. The interesting part was who I followed in. This guy in front of me turns around and I think, "man! that guy looks familiar" It took me only seconds to figure it out... porn star Zachary Scott!
Ok, so now I'm in pursuit mode... Passing the display of French bread and hiding behind the apples. Pretending to be on my cell phone, I maneuver to get a good look or two. Yep, no doubt it's him. Just proves that porn stars have to eat food too.
|||111724393718689551|||Porn Stars are people too...5/28/2005 8:06 AM|||bEnTgUy|||I'm kinda dying to know what produce he picked up.....6/17/2005 5:02 PM|||Scott|||
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