Seven Movies I Have not Seen
I am by no stretch of the imagination a movie junkie but I have seen countless movies over the years, to many to remember in one sitting. So I think the best approach is to come up with a list of movies I have not seen. So I will start with 1:Gone with the Wind. Yes its true I have not watched Gone with the Wind, now I have seen Citizen Kane but not Gone with the Wind. Another movie I have not seen is Yentl, nor have I seen Jaws 3, or that movie that was filmed in Australia about the young couple that went on a dive trip and was left drifting by the dive boat. I think they survived but this movie holds no interest to me. However it does remind me of a dive trip I took about twenty years ago 26 miles off the North Carolina Coast. We were diving on a sunken WW-2 U-boat the U-352 it lay in 120 ft. of water and at this depth you are required to decompress after diving at this depth twenty minutes. The diver follows the Anchor line down and then explores the sub keeping track of time and then back up to decompress, well I have been on this sub a few times so I peered in some hatch’s checked out the conning tower and then back up to hang at 10' for fifteen or twenty minutes the entire time looking around at the other divers and the ladder that is at the stern of the boat plunging into the water ...well the gist of the story is that once we were on board we were short two divers. We scanned the horizon and saw them bobbing in the wave's, now you see them now you don’t. They had become disoriented, were low on air, came to the surface and could not swim against the current to reach our boat. Fortunately there was a fishing boat nearby trolling and they picked the guys up and dropped them off with our boat the Olympic. I guess it is pretty obvious why this moviereminds me of this story, as for other movies I have not seen, I’m in a bit of a rush so any movie that has been released into cinemas this month would be a safe bet. Gotta go I work today. JW
posted by josh williams @ 04:34
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61 Comments:
I note you have not seen two of the movies I earlier mentioned. It's a pleasure to know I inspire you - perhaps I am your muse. The couple lost in the Ocean does NOT survive but are fatally attacked by sharks. Jaws 3 is the weakest of all the Jaws series. I hope you have time at work to do some Blog maintenance and delete ALL my comments. If you do, in a timely manner, I shall give you my word I shall disappear forever. If not, I could live on forever - under a hundred new Blogs and new handles, male and female. Would engage you with a profound or asinine comment and have you comment upon my comment. While you thought you were kissing "Michael
Moyer's" ass, it would be mine. Plus I would try to always be the first commentor. If you thought back to my orginal comment a few Blogs ago ( which you deleted to destroy the evidence), I was nothing but a gentleman. When I, in my Dark Angel role, laid my head upon your sleeping chest to check your heart beat, that
is when you lost it. I know not one intelligent person who is homophobic - but you. You shocked me, it was like hearing a friend say the "N" word. You think you know someone and then you are slapped in the face with the reality that that person is not even close to the person you thought he was. What a waste. What a shame.
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EBEZP said...
Hey Dude Happy Valentines.
Peeps needs sorting mate, just delete is probably best for all?
JOSHUA - YOU AGREED WITH EBEZP AND TOLD HIM YOU NEEDED TO SOURCE OUT THIS CHORE - DELETING COMENTS IS AS EASY AS DELETING EMAIL BRO. I NOTE THAT EBEZP CALLED YOU "DUDE" -THATS SO CUTE, CALIFORNIA AND DATED. JUST LOVE YOUR FANS.
OK - I'LL BE THE FIRST TO WISH GOD WATCHES OVER HEATH LEDGER. HE WAS A NEIGHBOR AND A GOOD FRIEND TILL HE AND HIS WIFE SPLIT LAST SUMMER AND HE MOVED TO SOHO. SOHO IS SOOOO "YESTERDAY" DUDE. I WONDER WHAT YOU HAD FOR LUNCH TODAY JOSH? DO YOU GO OUT WITH THE GUYS AND HAVE A FEW DRINKS OR BRING YOUR OWN LUNCH FROM HOME? HOPE YOU ALWAYS BRING A PIECE OF FRUIT. AFTER YOUR DELETE MY ASS FROM "MY MULE' I THINK I WILL REALLY MISS YOU. ALTHOUGH YOU SAID BUT FEW WORDS TO ME (WAY FEWER THAN TO THE ASSKISSING GROUPIES) I STILL SENSE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT ME. WHAT MORE CAN A "COMMENTOR" WISH FOR THAN TO GET INTO THE MIND OF A BLOGGER? I FIND YOUR SILENCE AND THE FACT YOUR IGNORE ME STIMULATING. YEAH, I THINK ABOUT YOU BEFORE I GO TO BED. WONDERING WHAT YOU ARE WEARING AND DO YOU SLEEP ON YOUR BACK OR ON YOUR SIDE - DO YOU HUG A PILLOW? I DO. AND YOUR TOES, I BET YOU GOT NICE TOES. YOU NEED A PHOTO ON YOUR PROFILE PAGE - IMAGINE ALL THE DAMP PANTIES IN THE "MY MULE" WORLD THAT WOULD CAUSE!!!
Pee, as I know you familiarly, are you really so lonely and afraid that you need to 'haunt' a blog? What kind of TV do you watch? I'm thinking it's an overload of CSI in all its manifestations. You see evidence everywhere but...here's the shocking part...ready? Here it comes...CSI doesn't work in real life. Nothing can be solved in pithy phrases and an hours time. Nor does it work for you. The screams of 'love me' are drowned out by the overtly obvious neediness that oozes from every post. How long are you going to be hitting on Josh before his rejections actually make it home to you? It really is sad that you are so lonely and afflicted with l'ennui. But you need to move on and realize that your 'insights' and grasping idealized concepts of knowledge are no more than the psychotic ramblings of a neurotic housekeeper looking for something to clean.
Peace be unto you, my Pee, and find everlasting life in the lasagna.
Mom! I came home!
damnsle: I have never used this in all my internet years but here goes LOL! Now that is comedy. Cheers!
je t'aime, joshua.
damnsle: je t'aime you as well. (imagine I said the last part in French)
Oh love, I imagine so much more. Chastely, of course. As befits our friendship. wubawuba.
damnsle: Hell yes, I'm not one to get fresh and things like that. Bloggers code and all.
As you said: LOL. Seriously, you make me laugh. I like that in a person.
Or, alternatively in a blog. Who knows what writes these things. I'm on a five year mission to search out what no wo/man has found before...
damnsle:As do you,otherwise you would not have been on my link list so long,not to mention you striking plumage. I have been visiting the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster thanks for the link.
damsnle: Five years, you sell yourself short.But then again take your time, I think you may write these things.
I write many things. Coherence is the problem. Speaking of which, whatever happened to McDougal? I miss them.
My best to NH, NJ and ID. I've been to one of the three and they are all beautiful. Whatsoever thou smokest, thou smokest of me.
May FSM be with thee and thoust and all those in between.
Wiggle the toes, minions! Wiggle them!
I love it how you made it to number three on the list, and decended into your usual ramblings about the ocean and what not.
I believe that was "Dead Calm," a fair thriller, which a young, fair Nicole Kidman in it.
Movies I just recently saw for the first time: "The Untouchables" and "The Shining."
I found "The Untouchables" to be quite good, probably the best performances anyone has ever gotten out of Kevin Costner and Sean Connery. "The Shining"? Well, poor Skatman Crothers traveled a long way to die so poorly ...
dmansle: McDougal from what I have heard on the coconut telegraph used his political connections and took over Arthur Murray Dance Studios and plans to run for President in 2012 using the Studios to gain the grace under fire vote.
The Minions tell me their toes are weary. I told them they could stop wiggling but if you ask they will begin to wiggle again.
Helen: Why thank you and I did see the Untouchables recently but not for the first time, however I agree with your assessment. Dead Calm was the other movie but not the one I was talking about, it was...I'm not cheating I cannot remember the name but it was shot on a low budget and well I really am not to interested. My best advice would be not to watch the movie I cannot remember the title nor have I sat through yelling obscenities. Peace out JW
HI - Its me, Peeps - not a marshallow parade of yellow chicks or photos of my ass. It's the real Peeps. And Damsle, WOW!!! You opened my mind with fresh thoughts that never occured to me. I assume you are an elementary teacher with just enough college to have taken Psych One. I have found that those with a tidbit of knowlege of psychology are the first to spew out their advice. I also also find that they are the most miserable and fucked up of all. However, you did get rather long marathon of "comment/commentreply/comment with my Josh" I could see it was a sexual encounter of the first kind for you. I think when comments are made in reply to readers who leave comments you better be sensitive in what you say (unless, like me, you are retaliating. The danger in you shooting off babble to a man you know nothing of is that he could trace your IP address and come to your home and kill you. So, mind you own business and be careful. Honey.
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As you said: LOL. Seriously, you make me laugh. I like that in a person.
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Josh, in NYC that is what an unactractive chick says to a guy to get laid. I find it works only if I am drunk out of my mind
damnsle said...
Oh love, I imagine so much more. Chastely, of course. As befits our friendship. wubawuba.
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Ditto
josh williams said...
damnsle: Hell yes, I'm not one to get fresh and things like that. Bloggers code and all.
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Damnsle - Are you a fool? You have given me access to http://damnsleinthisdress.blogspot.com/
and I can now visit you all I wish. And I shan't be myself, I will have more fun befriending then shooting you down later. You say "fuck" far too often in your blog and you needn't note your "self loathing", it is clear. In fact it is fucking contaigious -I loath you as well. Your scatterings of French are precocious and make me want an air sickness bag. Are you 17 years old, or was that the peak of your life? Babe, you are regressing. Have a nice day. Hope you have time for some TV to catch up on all the classic films you have yet to see - my God, does it take all day for you to feed the pigs?
Damnsle - a final thought before i go shower and masterbate in the shower (keeps the cost of kleenex down): no matter how often i mention josh's feet, or his chest, or his heart - no matter what compliments i share with him, none of this means i want to make love to him - it's just how i talk to certain people. i am 27, married with a 6 year old child, have more sex in a week than you in a year and am totally confident in my sexuality. if i choose to sleep with a man, perhaps i would but i wouldn't fucking blog about it. it's just me honey and how i mess around ( you got your "je vous'aime" shit happening with you) ..i got my josh thing happening with me. unlike me, josh posts no photo of himself - my god he could look like my fucking dead uncle for all i know. so if you wish to fantasize me humping josh, go right ahead. but feed the pigs first. and wash your mouth out with soap for how often you say fuck and cunt in your blog - you are clearly a classy chick.
DEAREST JOSH - THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. I OFFERED TO SPLIT IF YOU WOULD DELETE MY SHIT ONO YOUR BLOG. WE BOTH KNOW THAT WOULD TAKE BUT MINUTES. BUT FOR SOME REASON YOU WANT TO KEEP ME HANGING AROUND. YOU SHOWED YOU DIDNT HAVE THE BALLS TO EMAIL ME "BILLDELANC@GMAIL.COM". (again, mail from strangers automatically hits my "blocked" box) I AM BEGININNG TO THINK MY HIGH OPINION OF YOU WAS WRONG. PLEASE DON'T DISSAPOINT ME AND BE A PUSSY BOY!
Does anyone know a slow Rock tune that you can dance to that is about penis envy? The best that I can come up with is "And They Call it Puppy Love".I need this music for a very special event. We are giving Josh a Surprise Birthday Party. WE have rented the American Legion Hall room near Josh for this event. The decorations will be blue and white twisted crepe paper streamers on the ceiling and running down the walls. The buffet meal includes meatloaf topped with criss crossed bacon, macaroni and Kraft cheese, lima beans with "I can't believe it's not Butter", molded Jello salads with crushed pineapple and minature marshmallows. And of course the desset will be devil's food cupcakes with blue and white icing. We would like everyone to dress in blue and white in keeping with our theme. Sears has a nice collection of both men's and women's clothing in blue and white. And fantastic blue and white sneakers for only $9.99! John Wittier High School has been kind enought to lend us a dozen computers. After dinner guests can line up and wait their turn at a computer. WE want every one to go to their favorite "My Mule" Blog and leave Josh your best asskissing comment. Then Josh will make a reply comment to a lucky few, one of his sly condescending comments which seems to arouse so many of us. The winner with get a spotlight dance with Josh to the penis envy song. Don't worry, disposable cameras will be on every table - everyone can take home memories of this birthday. Josh has assured us he WILL have clean underwear. During the meal, baskets will be passed - we ask a $3.00 donation to offset expenses to be made. OK my "Blue and White" buddies, see you soon.
Tell us about your wife and your child.
Josh Babe - I went over to play with Damnsle and notice that the two of you have this ping pong tournment of witty comments. I note that Mom/Toilets stuck her nose in as usual to make the moment flacid.WOW, ping pong with Damnsle at My Mule and ping pong at Damnsle's. No wonder you haven't the time to delete my post. PLUS, I think we got this Josh/Damnsle sexual tension thing going on. Listen, when you guys loose your virginity, would you consider filming it on your phone and zipping it to me. Would be a special treat, I assure you. I expect you to attend church tomorrow my friend. Pray, pray for all of us.
My wife is 21 and attends NYU - she wants to then attend law school. My son, 6, does what 6 year olds do - he is in a great nursery school in Park Slope. We live in a Brownstone built in 1879 My wife happens to be a beautiful young lady, very intelligent and loved by all our friends. I am the "wild" one and get more attention, but she is content with that. I am a VP -Merchandise Manager in the Mens' Contemporary Division at Saks 5th on 49th and 5th. I am fortunate and get to travel to paris, Florence and Milan twice a years for the shows. All above it totally true (plus so much of what I told you as Peeps was true as well) I am surprised you asked me this Josh
Does your wife who had her child at age fifteen know that you threaten to kill women?
Tell ya what I'm gonna to do for you Josh. A few things strike me as not being Kosher. I didn't find your question about my family sincere and you refuse my offer to get out of your Blog by your deleting all my comments. I had some fun here while it lasted. I said many things in jest, I made many rude and innapropriate comments. But then I did hit the nail on the head more than a few times. My gut feeling is you are too nice of a guy to mess with. You know what I think of your talent and wit(but won't accept it). Sooooo, even without you deleting my comments, I am splitting. It's no longer fun, and borders on boredom. Plus, as I said, I think too much of you to keep being the pain in the ass I can be. I never "wanted" you, only your attention. My best to you Josh.
Bill
I mean my wife had our son at 21, we were both 21. I KNEW your question was not sincere. My comment to "kill" someone was as real as 50% of the shit you and others says. She knows someone here called me a fag, and refered to the mentally handicap as "retard" - you only care about the comments from those who kiss your ass with the wettest lips - always told you that. So, call the fucking FBI or CIA, I joking mentioned killing. And again, I know for a fact Blogger/Blogspot wont say shit about it - FREE FUCKING SPEACH - thats what damnsle can say CUNT in her front page profile. Now, if I kill someone, then you may have something to worry about.
As I didn't have PCP and Vicodan with my shredded wheat this morning, I went and reread a few of your Blogs. Being straight and clearheaded I found the Blogs rather average and sophomoric. I am looking for Blogs which are more informative and interesting. You may remove me from your Christman Card List. You know I shouldn't possess your IP address.
JOSH JUST WANTED TO CONFESS THAT I JUST KILLED THIS BLOGGER WHO LIVED NEXT DOOR TO ME. ALSO KNEW YOU WOULD APPRECIATE THE NEW PHOTO - WAS TAKEN LAST WEEK.
MY GOD, YOU HAVE FANS WHO COMMENT TO YOU IN FRENCH ONE. WANT ME TO MAIL YOU SOME VICODAN? OR A BOTTLE OF GREY GOOSE?
Josh,
I don't feel comfortable in giving you my first name, but I am Bill's wife. First I want to clear up some confusion. I met Bill at Cornell in our Sophomore year. We married right before graduation. I was 7 months pregnant. Bill was offered a job as a Buyer for Saks and we moved in the New York City area. When our son began kindergarten, I began attending classes at NYU for my Masters. I plan on attending Law School next year. I was NOT 15 when our son was born!
I had noticed that Bill had recently been spending more time than usual at his laptop. An hour ago I asked him what he was working on. He smiled and told me the story of the past two days. I asked if he would mind if I looked at what he was reading and what he had written. He said it was fine with him. First you have to know that Bill has been reading you for more than a year Josh. He only once wrote you a comment and you replied with a witty response. For some reason he seems to have gone comment crazy you Josh. For that I think he is ashamed. He begged you to delete them. You totally ignored him. However, in reading his comments I note that not until some female commentors made rude and insulting remarks to Bill did he ever come out fighting. And I dont blame him. I notice practically everyone who wrote you a comment received a nice response from you Josh, except Bill. You totally ignored him. And by the way, I completely agree with his statements about all the ass-kissing within your comment section.
In a nutshell Josh, that you didn't see that Bill only was after some attention from his favorite blogger is amazing. That he wanted a pat on the back from someone for whom he held so much respect and regard. Reread his first notes to you. They are all written with respect. And you never once made a comment. Yet those who called him sick and gay you laughted with.
Again I agree with Bill that you have your three pony circus here, favorites who use the words fuck and cunt on their blogs. And you worry when Billy says he wants to kill some one. He is so correct about the asskissing. I have never seen anything like it. I am proud he made the decision to delete his email as well as his blogspot access.
I never read you before and assure you that if only Readers Digest is in our home I won't read you. I find you silly, rude and a man with hollow feelings. Oh yes, virtually everything Bill told you, his Dad, his Grandma were all true. His Grandma, as a man or woman always said - every dog gets it's day.
Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte... just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes.
Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by looking from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week.
Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named "The Battle of Waterloo" and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark... he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces.
You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist.
Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us... he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened... waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945.
Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
Erin:Quint: [seeing Hooper's equipment] What are you? Some kind of half-assed astronaut?
[examining the shark cage]
Quint: Jesus H Christ, when I was a boy, every little squirt wanted to be a harpooner or a sword fisherman. What d'ya have there - a portable shower or a monkey cage?
Hooper: Anti-Shark cage.
Quint: Anti-shark cage. You go inside the cage?
[Hooper nods]
Quint: Cage goes in the water, you go in the water. Shark's in the water. Our shark.
[sings]
Quint: Farewell and adieu to you, fair Spanish ladies. Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain. For we've received orders for to sail back to Boston. And so nevermore shall we see you again.
Gentlemen, this isn't the time or place to perform some half-ass autopsy on a fish!
I'm not going to waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch.
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Josh - how beautifully you quote the fishing boat song from Jaws - I am slightly impressed. Can you do anything from Chicago?
this is like holding a mirror up to another mirror ...
But the mirror reflects a josh transmogrified into something unrecognizable. Well I have to go drink a beer(s)...Cheers
Never seen Jaws 3? The 3 D one?? Wait, wasn't Friday the 13th Part 3 also in 3-D? I think the eighties liked to have the third installment be in 3-D, just cause it sounded good.
Doc: Just because it sounds good is a great selling point and a stimulus for conversation. Please excuse my brief response but the old clock is telling me that I have to wake up tomorrow...Thanks for stopping by JW
"But the mirror reflects a josh transmogrified into something unrecognizable. Well I have to go drink a beer(s)...Cheers" ... MY GOD, I NEED TO PUKE. ITS LIKE YOU THROW BREAD CUBES INTO A KOI POND AND THESE CHICKS GET WET PANTIES. LISTEN MY SWEET FRIEND JOSH, NEED TO UPDATE YOU. AS YOU KNOW I HAVE MORE EMAIL HANDLES FOR INTERNET FUN THAN "MOM WITH HEAD IN TOILET" HAS SEX WITH POLICEMEN. I WANTED TO DELETE "OUR" MY-MULE BLOG BUT CAN NOT RECALL MY SIGNIN NAME. SO IT'S STUCK THERE IN BLOGLAND FOREVER. IF YOU WISH I KNOW YOU CAN GO TO THE MAIN BLOGSPOT SIGN IN PAGE - HERE IS THE LINK:
http://help.blogger.com/?page=troubleshooter.cs&problem=&contact_type=main_tos&Submit=Submit
THE TOPIC IS SOMEONE IS STREALING MY CONTENT. YOU CAN GET ME DELETED EASILY. SEE HOW KIND I AM?
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, WHEN I STARTED TO ADD CONTENT TO "OUR" NEW BLOG LAST NIGHT I GOT BORED AND REALIZED I AM BORED OF YOU AND YOUR GUESTS AS WELL. THERE IS SO MUCH I WANTED TO TELL YOU BUT REALIZE IT'S ALL MEANINGLESS. I HAD FUN PLAYING WITH YOU - I LEARNED THAT CERTAIN FEMALE BLOGGERS SAY FUCK AND CUNT AND FAG AND RETARD AND YOU STILL SEND THEM A SWEET (AND INSINCERE) RESPONSE. I WANTED "OUR BLOG" TO BE ALL ABOUT YOU - THE REAL YOU. NO ONE KNOWS YOUR REAL NAME, YOUR OCCUPATION, YOUR SEXUAL PREFERENCE - NOTHING ABOUT YOU. I KNOW YOUR LAST NAME IS FAKE. I WONDER HOW YOUR TRAILER PARK CHICKS WOULD REACT TO KNOWING YOU ARE JEWISH. AND YOU HIDE THAT TOO. I WISH I KNEW MORE YIDDISH THAN SCHMUCK SO I COULD SAY GOODBYE PRIVATELY. INSTEAD BABY, I AM TIRED, I AM BORED, YOU HAVE BORED ME. I AM LEAVING YOUR "MULE" FOR THE COMFORT OF A BLOGGER WHO OFFERS SOME CONTENT RATHER THAN JUST SILLY AND GIGGLY BANTER BETWEEN HIS GROUPIES. WAS A PLEASURE GETTING TO KNOW YOU JOSHUA. HAVE YOU EVER HAD HIGH TEA AT THE KING DAVID HOTEL IN JERUSALEM?
A THOUGHT FOR Dr. Kenneth Noisewater: MY DICK IS IN 3-D TOO.
Sweet Joshua - Was able to delete OUR other Blog. Loved working on it with you. Am leaving for Florence thhie week - will be busy with fashion all day, being dined in the evening and clubbing at nights - think I will be too tired to think about you and your groupies. So, without ever knowing your sexual preference, I say goodbye. Sorry we didn't click - think we could have been great friends. Am sad you turned out to be such a great disapointment. So with a tight "man hug" i hold you and wish you all the best. I still think you should delete all those fucking PEEPS comments. They cheapen your blog. Ciao Bello
Friday, August 25, 2006
I'm coming out of my blog hiatus long enough to make this post. I gogo danced at boysroom last night. While I was dancing someone snuck into the back room and took my wallet, my idea, about $300 dollars, and Damon's video ipod. What a shitty night.
posted by Hunter @ 6:19 PM
Thursday, August 17, 2006
I'm sure you've noticed I haven't been making much in the way of blog posts lately, and when I have they've been kind of forced. I've just been writing things because I felt like I should, because so many people have been reading this for so long. A lot of confusing stuff has been going on lately. Both Damon and I have been trying to figure out all the "what next?" questions in our lives. Both trying to segue out of porn, both dipping out of the public eye a little and trying to move on to bar jobs and things and lay low for a while. I'm saying all of this because I'm not going to be writing in this thing for a while and I'm not sure for how long. A month? Two months? Three days? I have no idea. All that I know is that I've been writing this blog for a couple of years, and even before that I lived my life on camera for 2 years and now I find myself in need of some privacy for a little while. As much as I've loved this blog and all the wonderful people and things its brought my way I've gotta take a break for myself to figure things out outside of the public eye. For a little while I need the things I'm doing with my friends and boyfriend and career to be just between the parties involved. Check back in a month or two and I might be out of this muck and posting again, but for right now its on hiatus. Thanks so much for reading for so long, and I hope some of you will still be around when I decide to put this thing up and running again.
posted by Hunter @ 4:51 PM
Thursday, August 10, 2006
I'm going to be dancing out on Cherry Grove on Fire Island at The Tides on Thursday and Friday night, so if you're out there come and see me. If you can't make it out to Fire Island you can see me as always on Saturday at Mr. Black for Boys Gone Wild.
posted by Hunter @ 2:46 AM
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Damon and I went out last night even though we hadn't really planned to. We dropped in at Boysroom for Hotshots where our friends Brandon and Kevin host. I wound up being dragged into the back to have polaroids of my cock taken for the contest. Its not so much a big deal anymore, since I'm pretty sure half of New York has seen me without my pants on at this point.
We were there until 3am or so and then trotted off to a friend's apartment for a little while before heading out again. This time to A.P.T. which, for some strange reason I had never been to before. There were tons of people we knew there so we had a good time. The only problem about going to a place like that is leaving. Its all well and good to be out at a club at 6am when you're indoors and its dark and you don't really have a concept of what time it is but once those doors open and you're faced with the daylight and all the regular people heading to work it is HATEFUL.
In other news I'm looking for something to do during the day now. I need some sort of structure (nevermind the fact that I REALLY need to pay my rent) so I've put my ear to the ground for word of jobs cocktailing or whatnot during the day. I'm also in the process of getting my personal training certification. That could be really good for me since I'm spending so much time at the gym lately anyway. If you're in New York and you're reading this and you know of anything let me know.
posted by Hunter @ 3:17 AM
Sunday, August 06, 2006
I worked at Boys Gone Wild at Mr. Black again last night. Its so much fun working there. Its nice to be able to show up to work and have it not feel like a chore, and to not really give a shit whether I make $5 bucks or $500 bucks in tips (this is an illustration of course, because I sure as hell have not made $500 in tips from dancing LOL). Damon works there every Saturday too as the cocktail server. We both love it there, the night fits our style and we really get along with pretty much everyone that works there. Johnny McGovern is great and so is his boyfriend Kevin (who wrangles the dancers). The other dancers are all hot and most of them are friends of mine already so it just makes life easier. Linda James is always in the back room back there too and she's very entertaining. Johnny took a shitload of pictures the other night and he said he's going to send some of them to me so I'll put them up on here when I get them. I think in a couple of weeks Damon and I are going to do Johnny's podcast. I'll keep you posted about that but for now I'm going to stop rambling about it.
Its 5:15pm and I've been awake for an hour. This isn't at all unusual lately since we've both been working a lot. When we're dancing or serving we usually get off of work at 4am or so. Afterwards we usually grab some food and come home to eat and have our wind down time. Its pretty fucking hard to find something decent on T.V. to watch at that hour. Thank God for the occasional late night episode of Alias. Most channels are just running infomercials about "stubborn belly fat". Not cute. I'll probably head to the gym at 8pm or so tonight. Hopefully it won't be as busy as last time. Lately when I go at night it seems like every other queen in Chelsea has decided to go at the same time and its like the fucking Roxy in there.
posted by Hunter @ 5:12 PM
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
I had a lot of fun dancing at Fun in Brooklyn (go figure). I'm not going out again until I work Friday though, my poor body needs a rest. Until then I'm sitting my ass on the couch and staying out of the heat. It is SO FUCKING HOT in New York right now. Its miserable.
posted by Hunter @ 3:40 PM
I bloggered in Chicago a few times.
toby: You can say that again, let me repeat myself...Never mind you already read it once, not one to beat a dead horse, nope. As I've always said you can beat a dead horse but you can't make it drink.
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