A Gay Uncle or a guncle

I'll be an uncle as of sometime early next month... I'm pretty stoked on it, but have some trepidation as well...

this is B's niece and I several years ago... i hadn't slept at all the night before as I was working with concrete (hence the heinous grunge)

I wrote an interesting piece for my other website if anyone wants to read up on it by clicking it here!

Gaily World News Briefs #3

Here's another summary of a few stories of interest to gays with some cringe worthy jokes thrown in for good measure.

Click here for the Briefs.

Additionally I've got a few things coming down the pipes, one being a good little piece on Science Justifies Stereotypes. It should be done by the end of the day. (Hopefully :P)

More awesome reads!

Good news and bad news.

The good news is that I've written a bunch of clever tongue in cheek double entendres to spice up this week's Gaily World News Briefs... The bad news is that I've also written a few not clever tongue in cheek double entendres...

Please enjoy and find out all you need to know about the Health Initiative for Men!

Plus guess the identity of the mystery hunk!

Gaily World News Briefs #1

Hey guys

Just finished my very first edition of Gaily World News Briefs for my gay-job with the Health Initiative for Men! I'm writing it to keep people abreast on a smattering of gay news so check it out and stay informed!

Cheers

I take it back

I'm still sick, now i've got chills, which is exciting, because typically that means I'm going to start to get all achey and nauseous. Fortunately I have B to look out for me.

So that thing I wrote in my last post, about Vivi being super cute? Redacted. He decided to mow down on some plastic milk just tab, then throw it up on the rug and one of B's ps3 controllers... Boo... So happy monday all.

Working right now, it's probably the most tolerable part of my day. Afterwards I have class, then I get to grind down some concrete in the lab.

It'll take awhile so I hope I can get into the TA area of the lab so I can nap with relative piece. Otherwise I'm gonna be fucking miserable when I get home...

Anyway, there was a good article posted on Afterelton in June about effeminate gays and how Elvis Stojko wants you all to butch up. It's a good read and won a GLAAD award so everyone who's struggled with their own issues of being butch, and even those who don't could use a good look at this...

Anyway i'm going to go throw up...

Carry on...

Long Lists

So I always get all warm and fuzzy on my birthday. Yesterday was a decently good time despite spending my day at work, then at home working... I did get to go out with some people (bowling, dinner, improv) but that was for a leadership program I'll be attending in march. But seriously, I worked >12 hours on my birthday which sucks balls. Still cuddled with B at the end of the day (OH and took time off to watch fireworks)

Right now I found out that the work I did yesterday was... "I dunno... alright... I guess... but doesn't fit in with the brand we're trying to create..." That's the EA at work (I didn't realise we were branding our company which doesn't sell/produce anything). Seriously, for the first few months here I didn't know what we did (if anything). So blah... not feeling great right now. It could also be that I have 2 group project meetings in the next 24 hours and my kitty is sick i think (he may have an ear infection).

I hate to sound paranoid but my boss and his assistant are talking about me/my work in his office... BAH. It's nothing bad, I just have 3-4 projects that are ongoing and the last week I've been sluggish about it (because of my group projects) It's nothing particularly bad, it's just irritating. *UPDATE* They pulled me into the meeting to delegate to me the office move. I am now the go-to person for all things move/reno/selling off/disposal related. Just so we're clear, I am the part-time Administrative Assistant and not:
-a senior engineer capable of overseeing public safety or quality
-photoshop/design master
-interior decorator
-paralegal

At one point or another i have been delegated the above tasks on top of my actual jobs (Supply manager, receptionist, mail and filing clerk, eye candy :P). Unfortunately I am only in my office for 20 hours a week... so I'm going to have to start working more hours (on top of school) and blogging less at work I think :P

Le sigh, I think my body is telling me to eat something. Deep breaths...

I have a surprising ability to make tremendous to-do lists in my mind, but only in moments where I know it will make me overwhelmed. I started doing it a moment ago and realised that I'm behind on some things already...

Gross part 2

So I got me some more anti-biotics because the doctor concurs that "No my face/jaw shouldn't be swollen like that."

I blame B, he hits me, jk but he did pinch my cheeks yesterday which didn't make me feel super at all.

Lost episode 3 last night, with Ashmo and Tashmo, it was all about "John Locke" (with some Sawyer for good measure) and revealed some new things which sent the girls buzzing. Mostly it was the candidacy thing, they're speculating all kinds of crazy things, but since I haven't really been as fanatical I think I'm going to let the pieces fall where they may and try and act surprised rather than bridging the collossal gaps and giving myself a headache (a la Battlestar)...

Fun girls those two and I miss being their neighbour. The people that moved into the suite after I moved out are less fun, but Ashmo and Tashmo have decided that:

There are 3 of them
They are girls
They are caucasion
One of their names is Claire
Not all of their names are Claire


To substance, (and not the kind to abuse)

I was chatting with the PR guy and the Exec. Assisstant at work and about all things Olympics (the company we work for gets him into their special seating areas so he got to see the Norway Canada Game yesterday) and after we talked hockey (not something either of us have much authority on) we covered Maelle Ricker, then figure skating...

Why do I bait him like this?

PR: What happened to Patrick Chan?
Me: He stumbled
EA: Yeah it was really too bad... but it was such a change going from... *she kept talking for awhile about something (read:nothing)* then there was this guy wearing a corset or something...
Me: Johnny Weir
PR: More like Johnny Wierd!

Zing! Recall this is the one who is vaguely homophobic when the event calls for it (and usually even if it doesn't call for it). I didn't see Weir's performance but commented that he was usually pretty good then changed the subject to random things which would piss the PR guy off. Not difficult to do because he spent the morning with some Mayor from some backwater city on the Canada Line in Olympic sized crowds...

These are your dreams... on drugs

So, my T3's ran out this morning, and my face is hurting a lot still. I think I'm going to need to see a doctor to get it looked at (I have an intense fear of having little bits of food rotting away inside some cavity in my face with House-esque results).

On the plus side I've had some fun/odd/vivid dreams.

Monday night's offering was essentially the Secret World of Og, except there were mischevious engineers who had stolen the Olympic torch and turned it into flasks which they brandished playfully at anyone who inquired about the torch. Then there was this man-sized baby who was playing with snakes... Really as far as dreams go this one was pretty tame, just odd. Last night had more daring and intrigue and involved several iterations of the same dream, spies, movies, super powers oh my! I won't get too deeply involved into it because the plot was more convoluted than the Phantom Menace, but one fun aspect of it was that I was dreaming about writing a blog about figure skating when I had already written one several years earlier and had just forgotten... Anyway, I awoke to thinking how odd it was that I knew so much about figure skating then realised that it was just a dream and was actually a little disappointed.

In other news work this morning is super slow as the Olympics precludes anything that I could be doing for the week. So rather than doing anything of substance I'm refiling the unnecessary number of files/binders that we have and researching mail delivery options for the new building. Did you know you aren't allowed to send bottle caps via the mail?

Bad at their jobs

Are you or do you know someone who is so poorly suited for their job that it hurts/confuses you to no end?

If so fax me their resume, our office of misfits is looking for more bad decisions.

Right now I'm listening to our Public Relations openly discuss how the protesters are all just a bunch of ... well, inappropriate words synonnymous with being scum. Not very nice, nor PC, but hey, these same people were saying some very poorly articulated things quite loudly in a public place over xmas... It almost got one of them fired.

Myself I shouldn't be an Assistant because I'm neither organised nor 'a motivated self-starter' as I swore I was on my resume.

I won't slag the rest so much right now, it just rubbed me the wrong way because last week the PR guy was being semi-homophobic, and despite my loud coughing and proud display of B's picture on my desk I get the feeling like he is completely oblivious/too comfortable. Maybe I should start wearing my rainbow recruiter shirt to work on casual friday to make some trouble.

I suppose I'm not as militant as I used to be. I would normally be all too happy to remind people that I'm a big 'mo. Maybe I'm getting complacent in my age...

On that note I spent a good hour of my day today looking into getting a second degree. The first one was a catastrophuck that took too long and I now hate it. This second one would be less math based more about the social aspects that I love. Watching people, judging people, and even trying to understand some people. While this is all distant future stuff (I'm taking at least one year off) I think that if I could I would be a professional queer activist/counsellor. There was a job posting for an outreach co-ordinator at the local queer centre in Vancouver and while I am horribly underqualified (they say I need a BA) I think know that I would both really enjoy that work and that that might break some of my ennui.

Oh well, all of that is speculative for the time being and who knows what kind of clusterfrak my life will turn into in the coming months/years.

Carry on...