I'm a Star Fucker

Oh my beloved B9 robot is such the Star. I've read many a story that Guy Williams (Professor John Robinson) was very upset that he was upstaged by a robot on a daily basis on the set of Lost in Space.

I'm curious who the Robot's Chaufer is?

Featured Artist: Anthony Siciliano

I rarely ever talk about art in any of it's varied forms. But once in a while I'll come across an artist whose work really grabs my attention. Meaning, I like or even love it a lot. It can be for any reason, perhaps a particular work or their overall style. In this case it's both. Today I'm featuring artist Anthony Siciliano. I don't know this guy and have never met him, (here cums my obligatory gay lust gene) although I wouldn't mind as he's a serious cutie pie.


I'm particularly attracted to his Giclee prints and Mixed Media works. I love the 50s and 60s print content, so nostalgic. But even more so his usage of antique astronomy maps. Sometimes I can't explain these things. I guess it's what you call my aesthetic. Someday when i have a bit of money to burn and more importantly space in our home, I'd love to buy some of his prints. Until then I'll just admire his website images and his hot bod on his Connexion profile (y'all can hunt for that yourselves), doh!

A very Bloggy Weekend

[sing] Here's the story...of a lovely lady... oh sorry, really sorry. Totally wrong sing song. It got into my head I guess because I was thinking of A Very Brady Christmas when I made up the title of this entry. Next.

My weekend was a very Bloggy weekend, filled with some big name Bloggers. Now I hate name dropping, in fact I positively despise when people, especially friends of mine, name drop. And some of them do. Shit I just want to smack them when they name drop. It's really stupid and retarded. As if I'd really like them anymore just because they supposedly know some big wig big name. Who cares Edith! OMG, I digress. I can't seem to keep on one track here today.

Anyway, back to my weekend. Friday, we had a fun and filling dinner at El Azteca in Hell's Kitchen with blogger Eric (with a c) of We, Like Sheep and his DP/BF. Then we drifted to Barrage to have some more drinky and talky. Then, off to bed. And wouldn't you like to know.

Saturday night we met up with the G-liscious Glennalicious and company to see the new (in the U.S.) Russian horror flick Night Watch (2004). I won't bother reviewing the movie as Glennaliscious already has here. And I won't bother ranting about our experience at the dreadful AMC25 theater on 42nd Street either because I already did as a comment on Glennaliscious' blog entry here.

Sunday night, we let down our hair at the regal bEagle for their Sunday beer blast fuck fest. Well not really a fuck fest unless you can find a really dark corner, but then you risk getting thrown out and barred for life. I digress again... There we ran into the ever sexy and sheepish Eric (with a c) from We, Like Sheep (and blueberries), as well as the ever popular Joe.My.God (no real name needed because he's very well known and very popular). After spending a fair 2 hours or so, it was off to bed again. Think what you will, it's more fun like that.

Jesus the Disco Diva

Of course I always knew, being a good man that Jesus was gay.
My favorite, take a look at his shoes. Priceless!

The night I met Superman (true story)

The Summer of 1987 I was working in a small graphic designer's office at Rockefeller Plaza. My boss was a coke addict and I hated my job because his behavior was insane, due to the coke. At the time he had a designer's assistant named Laura. Me and Laura got along swell. One Summer day it was Laura's roommate's birthday and she invited me over to surprise the roommate. Also at the time, Laura had recently met Christopher Reeves at some bar and it apparently turned into a dating situation.

Fast forward to the evening at Laura's basement level apartment on the Upper West Side. The hosts were busy readying for the surprise party and realized they were out of toilet tissue. The good friend I am, I volunteered to run to the corner store for the household staples.

On my way out the front of the building I barely noticed a guy leaning against a car directly in front of the building. Fast forward; returning from the store, groceries and toilet paper in hand, I entered the building. The man leaning against the car yells upwards to some unseen person and says, I'll be right up. He enters the building right on my heels. I don't feel comfortable. In fact I hate when people follow me through a door to gain entry. Bad, very very bad.

I'm waiting for the elevator to take me down to the basement level but I say nothing to the man. As the elevator door opens, I enter, he enters right behind me and then all conflama ensues. He has his hand in his jacket pocket and says he has a gun. Asks me for my money, of which I had none. Well OK I think I has $5 but really didn't want to give it up. Hey I'm a cheap Jew. The only thing I had at my disposal was a bag full of groceries and one big heavy brass keychain. I was building up my anger through the intense fear. I wanted to smash the heavy brass keychain down on his head but I was scared shit that he really had a gun. My life was literally flashing before me. But I somehow felt at peace, realizing that this could really be it. I'm going to die.

It seemed like an eternity that we stood there in the elevator. He was in the door so it went nowhere. I guess he was getting impatient, or muggers don't like hanging around. He threatened me again and asked for money, I said I had none. And he got irritated at me and ripped my precious snake link sterling silver chain I bought in Tijuana recently. Then I got mad. My anger had boiled. I screamed at him and he got really scared. Holy shit, I thought, he's scared now. I could see where this was going. I just needed to make some noise. He got really scared and gestured at his hand-in-pocket gun again and made me move back into the elevator and said he was leaving and not to come out of the elevator. He left. OMG! He left! I was free. I was alive. My finger darted to the elevator button to hit the close door button but some majorly fucked up short circuit in my arm and fingers hit the door-open button. OMG, NO! Wrong button. What kind of fucked up Universe do we live in was all I could think. The bastard saw the door open again and came back at me. I screamed really loud. No, not like a girl, more like a yell than a scream. He ran this time, away. Phew. Correct button this time. Elevator going down.

I was so shaken and scared that I started to cry. Yes I cried. Exiting into the dark basement area of Laura's building really gave me the creeps after that incident. I banged on her door furiously and yelling to open up. Laura opened the door, expectedly curious what was going on. I was really upset and explained everything as I continued to cry. She felt horrible, they all did. I was offered and took a drink gratefully. I need to relax for a while after that emotional ordeal in that tiny elevator. But I also wanted to get out of there and go home. I stuck around for one reason only really and that was because Laura had a date with Christopher Reeves. Oh course I saved that for towards the end of my story...

So I stuck around and about 20 minutes later, low and behold Christopher Reeves came knocking at Laura's door to pick her up for their date. She introduced me and of course told him the story of what had just happened to me. I felt so embarrassed but laughing at the same time. I mean, crap, I was mugged and then here was Superman standing right before me. He was very nice, handsome although his hair was salt & peppery, not black like in the movie. Ah, he dyes the hair, duh. He shook my hand, apologized for my traumatic experience and they were on their way on a Superdate.

The end

Peeping Tom? No, SMS Peeping.

I stumbled upong this very interesting website called SMS Peeping. SMS stands for Short Message Service, or better known in the States as TXT messaging. Some of the txt messages people send are short, cute and sweet, and some are just ridiculous and stupid. Either way, it's kinda fun to get a little peep into poeple's private communiques, and it's all anonymous.

I discovered the site after downloading this cool Dashboard Widget called SMS, which allows me to send TXT messages to any of my friends in my Address Book right to their cell phones from my Desktop (free).

About SMS Peeping
smspeeping.com displays real text messages sent to mobile phone users. All messages are shown with the permission of the sender. No identifying information is stored or displayed.

smspeeping.com is purely for entertainment. People send some pretty funny stuff! The messages are created by users around the world and are not endorsed by smspeeping.com or the really cool guy that built the site.

The Flirtometer Quiz

I love flirting, probably better than actual sex, although I'm not an expert. So I took my queue form Eryk (with a yk) over at Devour (where real men eat food), I took the Flirtometer test. I'm mostly comfrotable with my results but I totally disagree with the Tiger aspect. Here's my results.

Your FLIRTOTYPE is: The Thermometer

You have no trouble raising temperatures, and you're ready for a quick insertion anytime. You sure know how to turn on the charm, but maybe you don't feel the need to do so as much as you could. When you do flirt, it's a conscious choice rather than a habit - an occasional recreation rather than a contact sport. And you're probably happy that way. If you've got what it takes to pull, it's no problem. But if you could use a touch of harmless flirting when the occasion arises, why not test out the waters a little more often? You're bound to improve your technique that way. Here‘s how you rated in the following categories:

Swinger
You should have no trouble expressing yourself sexually. It's important to you, but it doesn't overwhelm or dominate your life. You don't take offence at dirty jokes, raunchy chat, or suggestive party games. You are surprisingly often ready to swing your filthy thoughts and desires into action, and when you do, you certainly make the most of the occasion. You probably get turned on quite easily and won't mind enjoying yourself with sex toys, or relaxing with the occasional blue movie.

Pedestrian
You're extremely cautious and controlled. Flirting isn't part of your natural makeup - safety, security and routine tend to be the order of the day for you. As a classic Pedestrian, you set about romance by choosing your partner very carefully - perhaps picking someone you know well, who might have the potential to form a stable relationship. But be careful, you may be missing out on some of the more exciting aspects of life. Who knows, if you let yourself go properly crazy occasionally, you could achieve greater sex-cess than you ever imagined.

Tiger
You fit right into most social situations, as easily as a bee settles into a honey pot. In fact, like all Tigers you actively seek out parties and never avoid them. You're a real networker - looking to introduce others, never hesitant about being introduced to them. It doesn't matter whether you created the situation or are drawn into it - it's all the same to you. Let's not beat about the bush, you're a wild animal! And when you're really having your moment, you expect nothing less than total success. Grrrr...

Harmoniser
You are a classic harmoniser, passive and compliant. You'd rather disappear from the planet rather than face a conflict head on! If you're happy with your lot this way, then you're probably surrounded by appreciative and equally generous-hearted people. But the reverse may be true, you may see yourself as a martyr, sacrificing your self-esteem and your standards. So be careful - are you making sacrifices for others out of genuine love? Or from a desperate need for approval? Either way, your flirting powers could suffer.

Prisoner
Do you have a delicate ego or feelings of insecurity? Do you tend to put yourself down? Watch out, because your self-doubt may prevent others from really getting to know you. You've probably achieved more in life than you give yourself credit for, so don't let negative feelings 'imprison' you. Focus on adoring yourself a bit more and you'll have the beginnings of a major overhaul in your self-image, based on a solid awareness of your true worth.

Expressionist
You have a fairly good capacity to 'read' people, paying attention to their feelings and emotions and their non-verbal behavior. As an Expressionist, you're able interpret facial expressions and identify the emotions people are displaying. You can also spot when people are showing emotions which disguise what they are actually feeling (although you might not get this right every time). You always spot the real warning signs such as anger, stress and depression - now capitalise on your skills to identify more subtle emotions

Borny: adjective

Courtesy of Mark Nelson

Borny: adj. Simultaneously bored & horny, in a manner that tends to cloud judgement.
Usage: "I know I shouldn't have slept with that creepy guy down the street, but I was just so borny last night."

A new Tattoo (it rhymes!)

I'm tossing this around my head as my next tattoo on my left shoulder to compliment my most recent tat on my right should. I just don't know if it will translate very well to ink on skin.

Space: 1975

It was 1975 and Wednesday night in front of the TV was the high point of my week. This was without doubt my all time favorite TV show. I was just a wee little boy at 7 years old when SPACE: 1999 first aired on channel 11 in New York, WPIX. On Wednesday nights I was glued to the TV and awaited that ITC logo to start the show which just added to my already frenzied state, and for the next hour I was entranced, amazed, and in love with what I saw on my TV... I know Ultrasparky is with me on this one.

It Does Not Compute

I just can't explain why this gives me so much pleaure...

¿cuál es un cub de bolsillo?

Forgive the lapse in my memory banks but can anyone tell me what is a "Pocket Cub"? As I just recently saw that term in someone's Bigmusclebear.com profile

three eight

Last night at the regal bEagle, I was "engaging" a man in conversation and some other tactile sensations. I asked him how old he was, you know, just as simple conversation and it's always a good idea to know as much as you can about someone you're getting to know. So then he asked me how old I was. I easily replied 38. His jaw dropped. Maybe it was just really dark in there but I didn't think his reaction was warranted. He kept repeating, "you're 38!?", "you're 38!?", "you're 38!?", over and over. I said, yes, I'm 38. Although I was quite inebriated, so I might be missing some details or deliberately ommiting them.

OK, to be honest, I posted this entry solely because of the neato picture I just took of my Nixie clock when the seconds were hitting 38. Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.

R.I.P. ripped little naked boy

On this lovely extended weekend I lay down to rest one of my most beloved t-shirts because it's ripped and unsightly to wear. I bought this shirt 3 years ago on one of my week long Summer stays at GNI (gay naturists international). More on my naked adventures another time.

Yes I love being naked out doors in the Summer. But in the cooler seasons I do love wearing clothes and this is one of those Xtra large t-shirts that I wear around the house or down to the laundry. I especially loved the look on people's faces when I'd wear any t-shirt that mentions being naked. I'm going to miss my little cartoon character naked boy. R.I.P.

Does this make me a Grandpa?

I'm thrilled to announce that I just repaired the oldest robot in our collection, Atomic Robot Man. He was constructed in 1949, which (ta da) makes him older then either of us by far, 57!

He looks a bit beat up and his patina is due to decades of oxidation and who knows what other trouble he's gotten into. But he now runs as smooth as the best whisky in town. Click HERE to see him in action.

So now I'm wondering, does this make me a grandfather? But I'm younger than he is by about 20 years.

Enough of The Mountain Already!

Would everyone just shut the fuck up about Brokeback Mountain already! I mean really, it's not that great a film. It's sad, very very sad. And depressing, and sad, very very sad. And did I tell you it's really depressing. Gee...Gay and sad and depressing, all wrapped up in one gay movie, how clever and unique. I can't believe the gays are still grabbing at crumbs. Because a gay themed movie gets all these accolades, we soak it up. Oh brother. I think Brokeback should win best Cinema-photography and that's it. Because if we get another Best Actor award for some straight actor playing a gay man, I'll barf. Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad movie, it's a decent drama. I just don't think it deserves all the praise it's getting.

Btw, I had a much better time watching Boys in the Band (1970), which was set in the same time period, albeit a major city. But at least I laughed.

GEEK OUT! Le Freak, C'est Chic

This is what I've been waiting for. This contest, Run windows in Mac OS X for intel, devised to get some freaky geeks out there to get Windows (really though, why?) to run almost natively side-by-side on a Mac with Intel inside.

I don't have the technical prowess or geek uber factor to accomplish such a task, but I am extremely interested in the outcome of the contest. Although I loath and despise the Microsoft Windows operating system for all it's ugliness, insecurity, and design flaws...It's still an interesting option to be able to work out. In essence, this would be like running Virtual PC but without the virtual part since Windows should now be able to run natively on the Mac's Intel processor.

Music To Die For

This is my current favorite iTunes radio stream, DIGITALLY IMPORTED DEEP HOUSE.

Since I discovered it about 2 months ago, I can't stop listening to it. It's the soundtrack for our home every weekend. It's very Body & Soul, even though I've never been to Body & Soul, I just know it is. Maybe it's the Gay gene thing, who knows. Have a hear, you'll love it.

If downloading the .pls file doesn't open up in your iTunes, then try locating the station manually in iTunes Radio, under Electronica. This station is called: DI.fm Deep House. And if that doesn't work for ya, in iTunes go to the Advanced menu, select Open Stream and paste this URL in the field: http://64.236.34.4:80/stream/1007

Looking for Ft. Lauderdale guest house recommendations

Hey all, they say word of mouth is the best way to find a good thing (not including Clamidia). My man Eddie and I are gonna trip on down to Ft. Lauderdale for our 4th Anniversary (March 20th), so I'm asking y'all if anyone can recommend a good Gay Guest House (clothing optional a must) in Ft. Lauderdale. Close proximity to the beach as well as night-life would be desirable.

My Bloody Valentine

My two earliest memories of Valentine's Day are distinctly different yet permanently etched into my memory banks.

My first memories were rather sweet, way back when I was in grade school around 2nd through 4th grades, where it was basically mandatory that you make a Valentine's day card out of colored construction paper and glitter and glue and then you had to give it to someone. Although I don't recal being forced to necessarily give it to another kid of the opposite sex (a girl), which I can be thankful for.

My other memory was when I was about 11 years old, there was a horror movie being relased, My Bloody Valentine (1981). I never saw the movie, I guess because I was too young. Oh who am I kidding, I went to see Friday the 13th that same year. It terrified me. But back to Bloody Valentine. I didnt need to see this movie because I saw the TV trailer for it and that left a rather nasty impression on my subconcious. That night I had an incredibly intense nightmare based solely on what I saw in that 30 second TV trailer. Let's just say that I had trouble sleeping for several nights after that and then some.

Now I looked into the origins of Valentine's Day a bit at Wikipedia and I kinda liked the explanation copied below, although I felt it was my duty to remove all references to Catholicism:

St. Valentine's Day falls on February 14, and is the traditional day on which lovers in certain cultures let each other know about their love, commonly by sending Valentine's cards, which are often anonymous.

I love the anonymous part, it's really so sweet. This is the part that brings me back to my childhood memories of creating the card and then secretly leaving it for someone. I miss that. So in keeping with tradition, I'll be sending an anonymous Valentine to someone today. I haven't yet decided who's getting it or maybe it'll be more than one. There are quite a few handsome mens out there who I have lustful designs on.

And on a personal celebration of Valentine's Day (and I don't mind "celebrating" this day as long as it doesn't entail spending money on cards, gifts, flowers, jewelry, candy or other nonsense that Hallmark insists makes Valentine's day what it is), I'll be cooking my love, Eddie, a delovely meal. I got the recipe from fellow blogger and food lover Eryk @ Devour. His recipe for Chicken and Cream Cheese Stuffed Peppers looks soooo good. And the red peppers look like elongated red hearts to me, so I'm sticking wit the VD theme.

Apple iPhone... iHope!

OMG, if this rumor of an Apple branded iPhone comes true, it'll be the biggest hit since the iPod. I so want one.

Imagine a WiFi (wireless network) enabled iPod and a cell phone running some sort of Mac OS X interface all in one package. It'd be a dream come true. I believe the WiFiPod (wireless network iPod) is imminent, probably to be announced sometime around April. The next logical step might be to intergrate a cell phone into the WiFiPod.

But for now what I'm hoping for is the WiFiPod with the capability to listen to live internet radio streams, wirelessly. There are a handful of iTunes radio streams that I would die to be able to listen to on my iPod, live in real time. And I know this technology is perfectly available because I saw on NY1 this morning a report on some new gadgets and there is another company coming out with an internet enabled MP3 device that can connect to live internet radio streams.

MAN O' THE DAY #8 - For the snowed in day

Gee, not much to say except been inside all day and beginning to feel a bit stir crazy. Snowed in all day from by this northeast Blizzard (N'or Easter) in New York. So here's some hot sexy hunka fuckin' huge cock of a man to keep y'all warm and cozy and a little bizzy if you will...

Hmm, think I'll hit the Regal bEagle tonight for a bit of socializin'...

Addendum: Ran into handsome Eric with a C at the Eagle. And I guess that was my short version of a Blarg Hop for this weekend.

The Biggest Loser (and I ain't talkin' TV)

Hmm, well I'm sorry y'all. I sort of fell into a—dare I say bear-like hibernation—serious nap cycle only to awake to the only snow storm of the season. So I opted for my lazier side and shrugged off the Blarg Hop.

Treking out into the blizzard and being in a loud bar with alcimohol was the last thing I felt like doing. Apologies to all my fellow Bloggroovers for the no-show.

I'll accept all physical forms of punishment but please no hating.

Blarg Hop. Does that = Blog n' Barf?

Well it seems this Blarg-Hop-Trek thing is in full swing thanx to Joe.My.God for initiating the whole sordid affair. And if it wasn't him, then someone will be thanked or spanked depending on the outcome.

At first I was skepticle and not interested, especially since my buddy evilBuddha can't make it. But now I'm IN, and so is my man Eddie. We'll be there but I'll be drinking lite. Just a few Barcardi & Diet-Cokes, my low-cal drink of choice lately. Well OK, maybe I indulge in a hi-cal martini now and then (see right).

I'm a bit of an alcoholic lite-weight, but I did give Mike P. of Blather & Bosh permission to interview me for his podcast with no restrictions on his quesitons. This should be quite fun and interesting. No telling what I'll say if...er I mean...when, I'm tipsy.

MANS O' THE DAY #7

OK OK, so I know most of you are bored to tears when I geek out with my Robots, Astro pics, and other retarded Conspiracy Theories and crap. So here is #7 of my MANS O' THE DAY series. These 3 guys are def getting me all revved up today. I hope you enjoy 'em as much as I did when I was fingering myself this morning fantasizing about all three of them having their piggy way with my rear. The 3rd one rmeinds me of Michael Dorn who played Lt. Worf on Star Trek TNG. WOOF, he was the hottest!

Sadly Blogger.com leaves a lot to be desired as far as image placements and styling goes. But at least y'all can see them.

ROTAT-O-MATIC COCKPIT ROBOT

Here's a new tin robot from Osaka Tin Toy Institute. Many of these newer tin robots are made to look like vintage antique toy robots, except that the new ones tend to run very smoothly, which is nice. But nothing can replace the uniqueness or amazement that an actual antique robot has that still works after 40 or 50 years. And even though this guy is new, he's retailing for at least $195 right now. Although I'm not a fan of the Rotate-o-matic styled robots, this one is really cool because of the little pilot man inside the robot's light-up chest. Some of these newer reproduction robots have a lot of cool new features that the old one's didn't have. Watch the video.

Does the G in Google really stand for Government?

I just read this morning that Gmail--brought to you by Google--is now featuring IM Chat. The article claims Google chat allows Gmail users to keep in touch with contacts via IM, and features searchable chat history, quick contact lists, pop out windows for individual chats, customizable status, free voice calls via Google Talk, the ability to save chats, and the ability to go "off the record" (I wonder) in chats.

See now the skeptic in me is beginning to wonder about certain recent events and Google's ever expanding internet presence in all things related to intrernet communications. Could it be that Google is actually a Government agency in diguise as one of the Dot commers?

Does the G in Google or Gmail really stand for Governement. Is the recent Government supeona of Google's search records really just a roose to make people think it's the Government vs. Google and take any suspicion off of Google being Government run? Hmmm. Makes ya wonder.

So now all of Google's Gmail and IM chats are searchable, there's no hiding or privacy in personal communications. Creepy.

Zoikes! I just realized that Blogger.com is owned by Google. Watch the fuck out!

Bears in Space!

Today's APOD (Astronomy Picture of the Day) is of Thor's Helmet in H-Alpha, which is actually the APOD of the day for Feb.2nd, my birthday. This Nebula is about 15,000 light-years from Earth's position in space and in size is actually twice that, about 30,000 light-years across. Sometimes these measurements make me vomit. They seem inconceivable, or at least mind-boggling.

For some reason the man who discovered this Nebula, Don Goldman, thinks it looks like the Norse god, Thor's helmet. I beg to differ! Nebula watching is a lot like cloud watching, except the speed at which aNebula moves is imperceptible to our eyes at this vast distance. I clearly see a bear. And for some odd reason he has a rather bright fire-fly in his stomach. The bear's head is somewhat obscrured by an even stranger looking bear cub's head with two beady little eyes just flowting there. No, I'm not high today. Perhaps the bear has it's cub in it's mouth and is carrying it away to safety. That's it, yes. That's what I see.

What do you see?

NY POST PAGE SIX: dozens get sick from tainted olives @ NYC gay bar

The NY Post's Page Six has reported that dozens if not a hundred people became seriously ill and almost died apparently after ingesting tainted olives in their cocktails at the popular NYC gay bar, Splash on Saturday night. Splash bar owner's had no comment but chemical analysis performed on one of the tainted olives seems to indicate that the olives were saturated with a recreational drug commonly known as "Poppers" or Amyl Nitrate.

Witnesses report having seen three suspicious men at the back of the downstairs bar near where the tainted olives were stored. The three suspects were carrying on loudly, banging the windows of the bar's urinals, molesting some of the bar staff, and one witness claims to have seen a bottle of poppers in the hand of one of the men. Another witness commented that the more muscular and hairiest of the three men was quite boisterous and loud and was seen pulling his own pants down on several occassions. Witnesses identified the three suspects known as, Erik S., Alan G., and Danny R., who were seen promptly leaving the premises of Splash bar, just minutes before the first of a dozen men became ill after ingesting the olives in their cocktails. Police investigators were called immediately, who then tracked two of the suspects to another local NYC gay bar, The Eagle. More witnesses at the Eagle claim that two of the men were seen engaging in sexual misconduct and again harassing bar staff and patrons.

Transformers, Gobots Go!

A friend of mine sent me this super cool TV ad for the Citroen C4 car in the UK. I was never much of a fan of the Transformers. I guess by the early and mid-80s I was too old to be watching cartoons. Nah. But this commercial is really cool. I'm still amazed at how they made it. The movements are so fluid and life-like. I'm sure it was somehting like a human wearing a suit with dots that a computer reads and the they just put a CGI wireframe and shell around that. Voila, humanly fluid machines!

RoboGroundhog Day 2006

Today is RoboGroundhog Day! What does this mean, not much, but refer to my entry last year (here) to find out. And RoboGroundhog Day means it's my birthday. I turn a whopping 38 today. Which is a relief because all week long right before I woke up, I had those deep freaky dreams and each day I dreamt I was turning 40. I'm kind of surprised at my anxiety because I've always kinda looked forward to 40. I don't see it as a bad hting, but as something really cool. I guess.

Go for it Eddy! (Patsy to Edina from Ab Fab)

OK, fuck it! I'm just gonna go for it. I'm gonna start using Blogger.com for my blogging purposes.

Amazingly I discovered that I can publish my Blogger blog to my own servers. Which is a great thing because now I won't have to get a new address or tell the whole world that my blog address has changed. My blog address will remain the same. This is frakin' cool!

I hope y'all will bear (grrr) with me as my site will be undergoing growing pains and chchchanges.

Stay tuned.

And yes, I'm gonna try and link my old blog so that people can still read it.

ROBOCUB.blogger trial run

OK, so I've been playing around with the templates. It's been quite frustrating. I'm not good with coding/languages and such. But although frustrating, it's a fun learning experience. And as you can see I'm slowly getting it.