David Harness was spinning at the End Up Sunday night for a new party called Boogie, and my black ass actually got out of the house and went. I don't know if I actually caught him spinning, but it was the funky house of the sort I like, and what appeared to be a mostly straight, househead type crowd, which I can get down with. One of the bartenders was a former longtime barback I recognized. Absent was the bald lesbian who I always tipped well and who always tended to me. I didn't stay very long, but long enough to have some fun.
And as always seems to be the case when I go out clubbing, my chubbiness appeared to dissipate slightly the next day due to the aerobic activity. Nice.
I've been trying to get Leah to take a trip to NYC with me, and she was going to bring along one of her friends. That was over a week ago, and I've not heard back. I'm just desperate for a vaycay, and my tax refund will cover most of it
I had to skip my church group this evening because today was my Monday after a lovely four-day weekend. Much as I'd hoped to get out of the house, I only got as far as taking a shower on Monday, and then coating myself in my PJs to play video games. Speaking of, I'd intended to give up video games for lent, but the bloomin' thing came up on me before I knew it. Much like I'd intended to try for Cocktail-free February again this year, and that was bust. But I have been participating in the forty days of prayer my church is promoting, with a new prayer texted to us every morning. A nice way to start the day.
Tally ho!
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
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I just finished "It" after what I think was easily over six months ago when I started it in preparation for the release of the movie. The mini-series in '90 scared the tar out of me as a twelve-year-old, and was like nothing I'd ever seen. I remember my friend Chuck reading it at school, and saw the title of one of the chapters, "The Ritual of Chüd," and remember thinking the book must've been even way crazier than the TV series. But it certainly remained plastered to my mind all these years.
I actually bought the book at a secondhand store probably some ten years ago, but had been too intimidated by its size and kind of scared at its content to tackle it. I'd loved Stephen King novels as a kid, so intricate and full of great storytelling, as well as being impactfully frightening. As I dove into it, already knowing the basic premise, it didn't have nearly the same impact as the mini-series, unsurprisingly so. Nineteen fifty movie monsters aren't as apt to terrify a child of the nineties. Like one of the primary story arcs, the bridge between childhood and adulthood had been crossed, and so reading "It" the novel was more like looking back at a gauzy, distant past, recollecting the actors who played the Losers Club in the TV series playing out the actual events in the source material. Still a good, interesting read. I know this because after I was done, I felt like I needed a good hug.
I joined the Crazy Love group at church, a group focused on God's amazing love. Sounds all butterflies and hearts, but when I went the first time, I left with an icky feeling. As an icebreaker, one of the co-leads broke out one of those novelty book of questions, and when it came one person's turn, asked if she would marry someone more attractive then she. After her answer, the co-lead said, "I wanna hear from the guys!" and so the one guy answered, and then I did, saying, "Heck, yeah!" Her laughing response was, "A trophy wife, huh?"
And I didn't correct her and say, "No, a trophy husband."
It's just weird to think this newfound faith of mine comes with a possibility of being around people who may not accept my sexuality, something I've been cool with for more than half my life. As intrinsic a part of me as the organs in my body and the skin over my bones. It's just there, and I just can't imagine considering it might not be such a good thing.
So after a day or two of rumination, I realized that I had to take a step back. There are Christians who are cool with gays, and Christians who are not. I wish this particular church took an outward position on the matter, but that's sort of why it's like "Christianity for Beginners" in that they just focus more on the good stuff while hinting at the hard stuff--which this same co-lead said would be coming in later chapters of the book we are reading. Gee, I can't wait.
The idea that this was just some sort of experiment crossed my mind. It gave me momentary comfort and allowed me to step outside of the situation, and re-center myself. But it also distanced me from moving in closer to my faith. That seems like the work of something a little more sinister than a little self-doubt.
So while I'm momentarily a little shaken, I'll let the Lord guide me, not necessarily the words of those who seek to follow Him. They're just like me. And besides which, the second group last night went much better, and I left on a good note.
Aaron and Gomez came into town last weekend, and we did "Beach Blanket Babylon" and had a surprisingly sub-par dinner in North Beach afterwards.
Veelishis will be in town in April with her hubby, so I will find somewhere new to dine and drink, and hang.
I've upped my weights by five pounds in an effort to make some advancements at the gym. One of the workout advice video series I watch on YouTube reminded me that the body acclimates quickly. So, we've got to keep pushing. I felt like I had been injected with Novocaine that week, but am sure I will get used to it. The plan is to then keep increasing by five pounds every month or two months.
I cannot seem to lose the holiday weight to save my life, and looking at my Santa-esque profile after so many months of meal-prepping is depressing. But it took a lot of time to slim down, so will likely take a long time again to get back to a more acceptable silhouette. Being forty does not help the matter.
I have a jam-packed day tomorrow with so much to get done, but am looking forward to another lovely four-day weekend. Barring any Novocaine-esque post-workout exhaustion, here's to hoping I get outside and enjoy a little sunshine.
I actually bought the book at a secondhand store probably some ten years ago, but had been too intimidated by its size and kind of scared at its content to tackle it. I'd loved Stephen King novels as a kid, so intricate and full of great storytelling, as well as being impactfully frightening. As I dove into it, already knowing the basic premise, it didn't have nearly the same impact as the mini-series, unsurprisingly so. Nineteen fifty movie monsters aren't as apt to terrify a child of the nineties. Like one of the primary story arcs, the bridge between childhood and adulthood had been crossed, and so reading "It" the novel was more like looking back at a gauzy, distant past, recollecting the actors who played the Losers Club in the TV series playing out the actual events in the source material. Still a good, interesting read. I know this because after I was done, I felt like I needed a good hug.
I joined the Crazy Love group at church, a group focused on God's amazing love. Sounds all butterflies and hearts, but when I went the first time, I left with an icky feeling. As an icebreaker, one of the co-leads broke out one of those novelty book of questions, and when it came one person's turn, asked if she would marry someone more attractive then she. After her answer, the co-lead said, "I wanna hear from the guys!" and so the one guy answered, and then I did, saying, "Heck, yeah!" Her laughing response was, "A trophy wife, huh?"
And I didn't correct her and say, "No, a trophy husband."
It's just weird to think this newfound faith of mine comes with a possibility of being around people who may not accept my sexuality, something I've been cool with for more than half my life. As intrinsic a part of me as the organs in my body and the skin over my bones. It's just there, and I just can't imagine considering it might not be such a good thing.
So after a day or two of rumination, I realized that I had to take a step back. There are Christians who are cool with gays, and Christians who are not. I wish this particular church took an outward position on the matter, but that's sort of why it's like "Christianity for Beginners" in that they just focus more on the good stuff while hinting at the hard stuff--which this same co-lead said would be coming in later chapters of the book we are reading. Gee, I can't wait.
The idea that this was just some sort of experiment crossed my mind. It gave me momentary comfort and allowed me to step outside of the situation, and re-center myself. But it also distanced me from moving in closer to my faith. That seems like the work of something a little more sinister than a little self-doubt.
So while I'm momentarily a little shaken, I'll let the Lord guide me, not necessarily the words of those who seek to follow Him. They're just like me. And besides which, the second group last night went much better, and I left on a good note.
Aaron and Gomez came into town last weekend, and we did "Beach Blanket Babylon" and had a surprisingly sub-par dinner in North Beach afterwards.
Veelishis will be in town in April with her hubby, so I will find somewhere new to dine and drink, and hang.
I've upped my weights by five pounds in an effort to make some advancements at the gym. One of the workout advice video series I watch on YouTube reminded me that the body acclimates quickly. So, we've got to keep pushing. I felt like I had been injected with Novocaine that week, but am sure I will get used to it. The plan is to then keep increasing by five pounds every month or two months.
I cannot seem to lose the holiday weight to save my life, and looking at my Santa-esque profile after so many months of meal-prepping is depressing. But it took a lot of time to slim down, so will likely take a long time again to get back to a more acceptable silhouette. Being forty does not help the matter.
I have a jam-packed day tomorrow with so much to get done, but am looking forward to another lovely four-day weekend. Barring any Novocaine-esque post-workout exhaustion, here's to hoping I get outside and enjoy a little sunshine.
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