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February 21st 2002 - Okay, I'm really tempted to generalize all straight guys and say that they're all weird and horrible, but I won't. Eric, as far as I can tell, isn't horrible and has a different hilarious sort of weird that we both share so he is an exception. The straight guys at my work however are also horrible and weird. What brings up this realization? Well my sociology class that I just got out of had an interesting thing happen in it. I would 'love' to say this is completely made up and fictional, but no, this really did happen. There's this guy, who is actually attractive, who was in my Oral Communications class last semester. He seemed like a moderately cool person though I had never actually spoken to him and he was a really good speaker. Well so happens that he's in my sociology class this semester and sits next to me. We've exchanged some words here and there and even on one occassion he helped this girl in front of me get her money that she had dropped out of her pocket onto the floor, to which he tells me "I'm a good guy." Of course I have to nod at that statement because it was a nice thing to do. Well, today I was wearing my Curious George shirt that I got in seventh grade. It's in pretty good condition so it's a regular attire thing. The guy then compliments me on the awesomeness of my shirt which adds a little more character to him and makes him seem even cooler than before. Then he completely shows his true nature and preceeds to go down hill which prompts the statement that straight people (or at least this straight guy - among many others I've seen) are weird and horrible. He starts up a conversation with me before class and asks me if I think so-and-so girl is cute, to which I respond that the girl in question was fairly cute (because she was). I can still comment on the prettiness of girls even though I'm gay. Hello? Angelina Jolie?! Don't want to sleep with her, but DAMN! she gorgeous. Oh, anyway. So he says that he's going to try and talk to her, in which I encourage him to do so and then he says "All right, we'll call this 'Project Get Some'."

The utter bluntness of this quote requires that it be repeated for prosperity:

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Feburary 17th 2002-Eric here. Ah, to be feng shui. Getting all my affairs in order usually leads to a feeling of contentment, a severe dose of calm that could either lead to a coma or enlightenment. I'm not really a practicioner of feng shui but hey, if Kain from Kung Fu the legend continues, Kane from the wrestling world and Cain from biblical times can find solace, comfort and peace through harmonious surroundings, then, come ninjas, men in spandex, or pesky brothers, I'll do the same. It has probably been at least six months, maybe a year or more since i have REALLY cleaned my room. I keep wearing the same clothes over and over again because my closet is too much a no mans land of fear, uncertainty and pure darkness that I'm afraid if i put even my hand into it to find a shirt I'll come back shirtless and handless. Underneath my bed is the same case. If monsters do live under beds, those under mine were smothered by dust and clutter long ago. It's more like Monsters..CODE BLUE STAT!! The same with my car, which has been acting up, making wierd noises and doing things it shouldnt, possibly out of protest for the mess that it was. Was, because i have it cleaned out, slightly. The trunk isnt, and i still need to vaccum and hire a priest. And my room, though in the process of being cleaned, is in fact a wilderness of comic books, magazines, books, art work in progress and those things that i am saving to do art work with. And also the huge assortment of strange things i find and keep them in my room. Sibering Musk Tigers being some of those things. So there i am, trying to find peace of mind through peace of surroundings. Why am I trying to do all this? Mainly to get it all done, and my car for another reason, a very good great reason (hopefully.) So that is my happy times there. I'm in a strange mood today, which might be why this rant seems so strange, at least it does while im writing it. You guys want to hear a really pretty song though!? A kick ass song that is so cool, and if ANYBODY knows how to take real audio music (music that is played on Real Audio) and turn it into MP3, i'd love to know, so write me if you read this, BECAUSE if you go to Grant Lee Phillip's website (www.grantleephillips.com) in the upper right you can listen to a new song by him called Hugo's Theme/Sunday's Best that is so good, its the epitome of a great Grant Lee Phillip's song, i think. But there are tons and tons of great songs by him, but this one has that great open feel to it, like your going on an adventure. And plus it's so pretty you just dont know what to do, just like something else I want to talk about but i dont have time at the moment. AW!! There is the tiniest little baby here, he's probably like a year or so, he's walking but he is so cute!! He is probably only about two feet tall and holding his little bottle, has a big ol winter coat on, aww. Kid's are cute. I'm going to make that my quote!!

"Awwwww, that baby has a grappling hook!! No wait.. it's a prostitute with a hook for a hand!!"

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Feburary 13th 2002- Eric here. I really dont know what i want to rant about. I think ill rant about feet.

No i wont.

"Is that a diamond or a moose in a cabaret?"

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February 12th 2002 - Wow today has just been a really odd feeling day. Nothing even strange happened but there was just that air of "huh?" about it. The only thing I 'do' know is that I actually did okay (maybe) on my first sociology test that really was difficult!! I only say "maybe" okay because the teacher is really stupid and didn't grade all the tests, she graded half of the tests. Now that may sound misleading but here's what that actually means. There were two parts, a scantron with 60 multiple choice questions and then an essay part that we turned in as well. She graded all the multiple choice questions (which isn't that hard considering you feed them into a damned machine and it scores it FOR YOU!!!!) and then only graded probably 5 or so essay parts. There 'are' almost 40 people in our class (which is unreal since I thought they only allowed 24 people in a class) so that's a lot of reading but DAMN! Don't give us half our tests and then leave us hanging!! Ah anyway, it seemed that the people sitting around me didn't exactly do that well on the first part and I didn't think I did that well at first because the teacher is confusing in her explaining. I however 'did' do okay and I think a couple of people were giving me stink-eye because of it. It's not my fault though! I didn't even study for the damned test like I should have. Granted I think it's cool that I did moderately well, I still felt bad because who knows if everyone else studied and then did worse than me. Wow that sounds egocentric but it's not meant to be. Hm.. what else. Oh, I haven't talked to my brother in almost two months now! Can you believe it? He goes to Arizona and then I never hear from him again. What a brother, always thinking of keeping those family ties close. Sure I could call him, but why? He never listens to me when I'm talking, I'm basically a sounding board for all his problems, which I'm fine with. Bastard still hasn't even replied to the last email I sent him. Hope he passes a kidney stone or something. - chris

"I told you having Billy drink the lemon pledge wasn't a good idea. Now look who's laughing.. certainly not Billy. Okay, sure it's a little funny now, and I'm sure it'll be hilarious years down the road, but human beings just weren't meant to ingest dusting products. Next time try the mop'n'glo."

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Febuary 10th, 2002-Eric here. You guys want to know why I know the date!? Because it says what the date is on my incredibly cool gorgeous new watch! Thats why! And because I control all Time. And it has one of those cool strangling wires in it. I just choked a guy to death! Ah, what to rant about, there is so much. This guy next to me at the library looks like a Roman Emperor, has the whole Roman hair cut, is older and all his hair is white, has a Roman looking beard and moustache, its pretty cool. I'm half expecting him to turn to me, give me a thumbs down and a lion jumps out of his coat and devourers me. Ah the good times at the library. Speaking of big Cats, such as the lion is, I really like big Cats. I kept seeing them and thinking "wow, big Cats are so pretty. I mean reeaally pretty." And so I kept thinking, "should I go into big Cat country? Theres alot involved in a trip into that region, but they are so pretty and look so cool and interesting that i figured, why not? Its big Cat country! Looking all sleek and sexy cool striking through the jungle, luxurious hair and eyes, its enough to inspire a man, or ensnare him. I could be killed; i could get into a great battle; i could be eaten by a big Cat; or i could eat a big Cat, wow, wouldnt that be something. So, there ahead of me lies big cat country, full of beauty and the unknown, and yet in other directions there lies more countries, with their own kings of beasts, such as Megatron! Megatron looks pretty cool. Can turn into a gun and fight things. And yet, so many other worlds of possibility and adventure, where ancient histories come together like tapestries and wield great potential, and such pretty landscapes. But there are those that are far, far away, too far for me to travel at this moment, so should I travel, or travel only a short distance? Even short distances can be long trails if taken slow enough, but with speed the longest miles can be short strides if a giant steps quickly. I suppose I'll begin to figure it out in a few days. What did I just rant about!? The answer is at the center of a tootsie pop. OH! One other thing, the new GI Joe comic book KICKS ASS!!! Go to your nearest comic book shop to get it, its up to issue 3 or 4, but they have a nice little double issue copy of 1 & 2 out there, and its really good. Cats are really pretty.

"How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?"

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February 8th 2002 - Okay, well now that I've had another brush with death (or at least another car crash) I'll finally write a rant cuz I'm so f-ing pissed about it. This is the 'second' time in two weeks someone has almost gotten into an accident with me because 'they' were retarded!! Never was it my fault in 'any' way, I was driving completely normal. First time was last week where I was driving down the road and this old guy evidently decides "I'm gonna turn.. RIGHT INTO THIS KID!! MUWHAHAHAH" - his street evidently was there and he was turning left and I was coming straight at him but he was old and blind and didn't see me, had 'no' blinker on and thus I almost pummeled into him. Thankfully I stopped in time. And now this time, which just happened not five minutes ago, I was at a four way stop, and this car goes on my left because he was there first, .. the car on my 'right' however was just pulling into the stopping possition and I had already been stopped so it was MY TURN!!! I start to go forward and this bitch starts going forward too!! Thankfully I stop within INCHES of hitting her and she just kinda stopped, swirved around and kept going on her merry way. WHAT A HOE!! GEEZ. Anyhow, last week, after three damned times of trying to go to this club before hand, we finally make it and it was actually okay. This was my first gay club experience, not a lesbian club like the first time. Thankfully we went on a Thursday night, there was no cover, and not really crowded. The awesome thing is that no one hit on me, not like I was expecting them to, but it's still nice not being on the defensive since I wasn't going there to meet anyone. It probably helped that I was completely dressed neutral and in no way dressed up for the club atmosphere. Everyone else I went with, except for Liz, was really decked out in their wild clothes. As for the club itself, it was actually pretty nice though the tv's with the mostly nekid dancing men on them was a bit much. Plus, like all bars, the three drinks I ordered cost 9 bucks!! As for the people in the club, they were all right. I only saw a couple of cute boys, to which Rachel and Liz didn't exactly agree wholeheartedly on the subject, and everyone else seemed in their early 30's or older. I'm not trying to generalize all gay men based on one gay club, but so far it seems that gay people are really open and upfront about themselves which is really positive, but then again it seemed like they were way over-sexed and thus it seemed to cheapen every move they made with each other. Mayhaps me never being in a relationship also doesn't really give me any right to comment, but at least in my mind I would think that kissing and stuff verged on a romantic end of the spectrum. These guys made it all seem like a hand shake and a head nod to whom they'd do it to just about anybody. So that was what going to my first gay club was like. I'll have to be really trashed though if my friends think they're going to get me on the dance floor. .. The other thing that I was going to talk about that happened this week was completely in my head, but still it seems viable. I'm not saying I know this for sure, but you know how just sometimes when you see people and read their expressions you can almost guess what they're thinking? Well this is what happened. I was normally preparing for work but the manager didn't have the keys so I had to go outside and get them from one of the guards. He takes them out of his pocket and quickly tosses them to me, which I deftly catch (because somehow all of a sudden I have excellent hand eye coordination and can catch things really well) and then he has this instant look of "wow, I can't believe he caught that" kind of look which I just shrugged off and continued on to go to work. I kept thinking about it though and how funny it was. If in fact the people at my work 'do' know I'm gay (which is still up in the air because I don't know for certain and I'm not going to survey everyone), do they think that gay people shouldn't be able to catch or something? Like catching is some kind of macho thing that is reserved for only straight people? Granted when I was younger I couldn't catch worth a damn, but still! Anyhow, so that was funny, but then when the manager came an hour and a half later to give me the keys to z-out (i.e. close down) he hesitantly tossed me the keys in which I again caught and he had almost the same kind of eye brow raise and head tilt that the other guy had. Almost like when I started working, the guard might have said off-hand "wow, Chris actually can catch keys!" or something retarded like that. ;D And then the manager was in fact testing that theory to make sure, even though they've tossed keys to me numerous times but I guess never really 'studied' the fact that I caught them. This is total bullshit by the way and is just a product of my mind and imagination. I seriously doubt that all this in fact transpired and that they were really amazed that I could catch a set of keys, but still, the looks on their faces when I caught them still eluded to me assuming that's what they were thinking, cuz come on, why would you have that look on you after someone catches something. I'm never 'amazed' that someone catches something I throw to them like I've never seen snow before. Well, that is my long two weeks in a huge rant. Hope someone can make sense of it because I sure can't. - chris

"I wish I had one of those "Campus Crusade for Cthulhu" bumper-stickers!"

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Febuary 6th 2002- Eric here. Well, if you are checking the site reguarly, then you know that we havn't really added anything new in quite some time. Well anything that is of great importance. We did post trade secrets and disclosed the undisclosed location of Ka el's baby space ship, but other than that, not much. You might wonder, "why!!?? OH why oh why Chris and Eric have you NOT added anything to the site in so long!? WHY!?" And we do have a reason. We want to give our website abandonment issues, so that one day, many years from now, it will write us out of its will and put us in a home where we will eat mushy peas. Can't say we don't plan for the future.

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Febuary 3rd 2002- It is Febuararary!! I thought it was some horrible sick joke. But it aint! For it is truly here. And i havnt been here to the site in such a long time that it looks so different! Some backgrounds are gone, there are some new back grounds, AH how things change when you dont add things to the site. But i'll add some stuff soon. (this is Eric by the way) I really dont have anything to write about, and usually that is when i write my best stuff, but i really cant think of much. There are only a few days left until Chris Isaak comes out with his new CD, Always Got Tonight, which from the sound of it (the little sound bits you get off of cdnow or whatever, its gonna kick butt!! It sounds really good, and Chris Isaak is great too. Watch his show on showtime, called The Chris Isaak show. In fact, tape it for me, because I dont have show time. Wierd thing, lately i have been somewhat uninterested in eating anything. I really dont have an appetite, and yet i do, but yet i dont. I dont feel that i NEED to eat anything, so i go for long stints without eating. I mean most of the day here, not fasting for weeks on end. Its just strange. I got a new watch though! Its so pretty, its rectangular (i love those kinds) and it is silver, with this gun metal gray face, that looks black or cherry or brown or gray depending on how you look at it, and the band is the prettiest cherry brown, i love this watch, and it only cost 25 bucks! Thats not bad at all. Okay well thats my rant for right now, hopefully i will add more things later. I cant even think of a quote.

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February 1st 2002 - Went to a club last night, I'll talk more about that later. Basically just felt like getting a February page up for this month. Happy Black History Month!! - chris

"You didn't even bother saying mail man! - Rachel"

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