Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 39
Sign: Gemini
City: Westminster
State: Colorado
Country: US
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Friday, June 05, 2009
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Category: Podcast
Wow, it’s been over a month, I don’t know how time flew by
like this, all I wanted to do was take a little bit of a break from the
bullshit and next thing I know it’s June!
Mother’s Day came and went and I didn’t repost my blog to my Mom, my
birthday came and went and I didn’t make a huge fuss, drama exploded and then
cooled to a mild conflagration, and now Father’s Day is approaching.
So what’s been going on?
Well, I had an enlightening call this morning with my friend
Mark, telling him about the fun of starting something new, and he used the word
“giddy.”
Giddy eh?
Websters says giddy is:
“Frivolous and lighthearted; flighty.”
Yeah, that probably captures my mood lately. It’s hard to believe that a 39 year old man
can start acting and feeling like a hormonal, immature, teenage boy! Thank God the acne didn’t return.
So now Blogtour can come out of hibernation and I can finish
these last few categories, yay (yes I stole that word from my girlfriend, so
sue me).
I’m stuck though, what the hell does someone write about
Podcasts if he’s not a podcaster? What a
stupid category to have, I should skip it, but in for a penny, in for a pound.
Let’s stretch things here, a podcast is a series of
downloadable, syndicated or serialized files.
So, if you go get the RSS feeds of any regular blogger, and you download
them to your computer each time, isn’t that sort of like podcasting?
Well then hooray, we have a winner, all of us bloggers can
consider ourselves glorified (or exaggerated depending on how you look at it)
podcasters! That means any subject I
want to talk about can qualify as a podcast.
Now go download my RSS feed so that I don’t feel so bad
about absconding with the category label.
I may be a vulture and a player but I’m sure not a category absconder.
Since it’s the weekend, and since I’ve got massive writer’s
block, I decided to keep this light, simple, and fun. I want to talk about nicknames, petnames, and
relationship language.
Have you ever noticed that a relationship can be marked as
evolving from “get to know you” to “we like each other” when you start to share
a unique language that makes other people go “huh?” How many times have you and a significant
other said a word or phrase that just busted you up, and no one else shared the
joke?
You learn words that have always amused your new significant
other, and suddenly they appear in your lexicon. You may even begin to share styles of speech
or speech patterns, you laugh at things in real life that never were so funny
before ,because you have heard about them from a new and different
perspective.
Merging two worlds can be a
bumpy ride sometimes, but one of the most enjoyable parts is learning to expand
your reality (perception??) and be entertained by what the other brings to the
table.
What about nicknames and pet names? Do you like them? I hate them actually, although I’ve come up
with a few doozies recently (she can tell you if she wants). I’ve been called some good ones, some bad
ones, and really just been called some names I wish to forget.
I don’t use them because someone’s real name is so
meaningful to me, I think it can be so sexy to say someone’s name out loud when
you care about them. So, I tend to shy
away from “honey” and “dear” and “pookie” and any of the myriad words that
disgust and nauseate people sitting within hearing distance of you when you use
them.
Nicknames are even more interesting, because some of them
stick around so long the very people who have them or created them don’t know
where they came from.
Every baseball
team I ever played on had kids with nicknames, and I’m sure that’s true of
every sport. You can’t join a fraternity
if you’re not ready for at least 2 and perhaps 3 new names (none of which will
be flattering and all of which will cause you to blush in front of sorority
chicks the first time they are used).
Do you have words that mean something to you that would be
meaningless to others?
Are you giddy right now?
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Saturday, May 02, 2009
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Category: Pets and Animals
After a little hiatus to talk about silly stuff like players, here we go again with the tour. I know what you’re thinking, a blog on pets and animals must give me a chance to talk about Shadow. And I was going to do that, until a few weeks ago I saw this picture: 
Are people really this stupid? Seriously? I realize the gene pool is getting dirtier by the second with all the idiots who seem to have octo-children (or ocho or nano or deco), thereby passing on their stupidity and incompetency genes (somtimes I wish they had a lethality gene), but the depths to which the collective intelligence of our species is sinking sometimes surprises even me.
Where is the genetic chlorine when you need it?
So, I’m not writing an ode to my furry avatar today, instead I’m going to write a blog that’s short on words and long on pictures and videos, about the morons out there who can’t seem to understand that wild animals are WILD, and that just because it looks cute, doesn’t mean it won’t rip your arms out from their sockets if given a chance. Let’s start with the video of the same moron who is pictured above. I’m thinking after her remarkably intelligent decision to jump in at FEEDING TIME she should have been a Darwin award winner. Thankfully, and only for the kids at the zoo in Berlin who won’t suffer lifetime scarring for having watched anything worse than a buffoon being saved from her own stupidity, she survived.
Not for the weak of heart, here are three lion videos that will quickly dispel any belief that lions are gentle creatures.
and if you click below you'll see another "trained" lion turning on its master
http://animal.discovery.com/videos/untamed-and-uncut-trained-lion-attacks-owner.html
Additionally, and I won’t post the picture, but if you want to click here (http://abcnews.go.com/International/story?id=4032209&page=1) you will find a very graphic and truly amazing shot of someone who was killed by a tiger when he reached his hands into the cage to taunt a full grown tiger. The tiger sliced open his head and bit off his hand, and the guy died of blood loss that night in the hospital.
Darwin Award Winner, ding ding. We all know that Crocodile Hunter met his demise almost amazingly in one of his least dangerous encounters, he’s lucky this sort of stupidity didn’t happen to him beforehand:
An Alligator Bites Head! - Watch more Funny Videos
**Here's the extended video, it takes them two minutes to save the guy, MORON.
http://animal.discovery.com/videos/untamed-and-uncut-gator-stunt-goes-wrong.html How about swimming with crocs, is this inviting disaster or what???

Or what about this other true life Darwin Award winner?
“A naked man was found dead on the back of a killer whale at Sea World in Orlando on Tuesday morning, a victim of drowning or hypothermia in the 55-degree water. "There were no obvious signs of trauma. He wasn't chewed or dismembered," the sheriff's office said. The body had scrapes on it, possibly signifying that the victim had been dragged along the bottom of the tank.”--of course, you know what happened next“Daniel's family, out of contact with him for six yearsh, sued Sea World over his death, contending that they depict a KILLER whale as a cute cuddly animal, and did not take enough precations to keep Daniel out of the tank.”What about cute and cuddly creatures?
Lest you think it’s all going to be negative, I guess I have to show this one to finish even if I'm now going to be guilty of "humanizing" the King of Beasts.
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Friday, April 24, 2009
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Category: MySpace
I must forewarn all you women in the audience that it’s
recently come to my attention, not for the first time mind you, that I’m a
Myspace player. Watch out, I might romance you out of your electronic pants!
Read on if you dare, because this cassanova is dangerous.

Stephanie and I have had some great conversations over the
last year about this topic, usually in agreement, sometimes in
disagreement, but it’s always a fun discussion. Stay tuned, a little birdie told me she just might blog about this as well.
Let me start with some scenarios that will make my points
clear for me, and for the sake of this blog, it is the same man and, shocking
as this may sound, he WANTS to be in a relationship: PLAYER OR NOT??
(1) During the course of a night out, our hero meets a number
of women and the night ends with him holding 3 phone numbers from 3 women who
come from totally different worlds. Over the next month he calls and/or texts
or emails all of them, arranges for 2 dates, decides he’s interested in one of
them but still goes out with the third woman (“just to be sure”).
(2) Same man, same behavior, but now, 2 of the 3 women happen
to know each other. After a few phone calls, those two exchange notes about the
“new” guy in their life and realize he’s the same guy.
Interlude: In both circumstances this man has acted the same
way and for the same reasons, but in scenario 1, while there may be
disappointment, there will be no player accusations.
Scenario 2 happens all the
time, and despite being the exact same man with the exact same intentions, he
may be labeled a player because he was unfortunate enough to be interested in
two women who know one another. In other words, the mere publicity of his
interest would have the potential to color how they perceived him.

(3) Man joins match dot com and immediately starts browsing
women who fit his matches. He sends out a large number of exploratory emails
and winks hoping for some replies, and eventually ends up regularly emailing
about 10 different women. Over a period of time he meets 6 or 7 of them, and he
even goes out with a couple of them twice before ruling them out. Then he finds
a woman he likes, but after their first date he still has one or two more dates
with others (again, just to be sure).
(4) Same man joins match, same exact situation, but now he
sends the same introductory “Hi there, I saw your profile and wanted to
introduce myself” email to two women who share an office and both of whom read
his email and then share it with each other.
Interlude 2: In situation 3, all 10 women will think
absolutely nothing wrong of this man, even the 6 or 7 he “rejects” will likely
rack it up to a missed connection. In situation 4, the women who are strangers
to one another will still feel the same way, but now 2 women might think he’s a
player based purely on happenstance. Once again, publicity is the killer which
slays perception.
You see where this is headed right? What happens differently
on Myspace is that no matter what your intentions, whether playful, serious,
casual or romantic, it’s far more public, happenstance happens. 
People can and often do know each other, and everyone is
reading the pages of people they like to see who is commenting, who’s a top
friend, who the competition is! And, for many, competition is a huge turnoff.
True intentions are nullified by perception. Even if
flirtation is intended to do what everyone else is doing in private, the
publicity of desire somehow kills it for some women. It goes back to one of my
favorite blogging phrases, PERCEPTION IS REALITY, and what makes a player a
player is most definitely a result of the perception of the woman who thinks
she’s being played.
This gets back to my conversation with Stephanie. Women
want security, women want to feel special, but women sometimes have a very
unfair standard for what they expect from male behavior when it comes to their
interests.
Women leave friendly, silly, flirtatious comments on men's
pages and blogs even when those women are married, and people think little of
it. When men do it, they have to be a player.
If those same men interact with
exactly as many women, but do it all privately and don’t allow comments on
their page, and even if they are actually doing it to get laid, then the
reality is they may be a player, but publicly it sure won’t seem that way.
As I’ve said in my own blogs on players, either a player is
honest about being a player right up front, or he’s a deceptive manipulator,
but in either instance the intent of his actions is to play the field, not
caring that he may leave a path of emotional carnage strewn about the playing
field of his life. I don't believe harmless intentions without knowledge of
causing harm is the same thing.
Which finally leads me to ask, what exactly is a “Myspace
player.” Is that even possible, is there really a category of “player” that is
unique to Myspace?

Personally, I think not, and in fact, I find it amusing to
think that someone can be a player who doesn’t get action in real life.
Perceptually, however, I see how it’s possible because a man
who flirts will create a public perception of his intentions whether or not
they are real, and very few people take the time to ask the very simple
question “why are you doing that?”
If you’re having fun (and this goes for male or female
Myspacers), and you’re not solely trying to just score a Myspace booty call
with a new Myspace hottie of the week, then how can you be a player? You may be
leaving a perception of such, but when THEY (go read my last blog if you don’t
know who THEY are) decide you’re a player, then THEY will tell everyone about
you even if THEY don’t ask you first.
If acting like a single male and having fun is all it takes
to become a player, then hell, I’m damn guilty as charged and proud of it.
Flirtatiously friendly yes, maybe even so far as suggestive, but dishonest and
disloyal I am not.
I’ve made amazing friends on here and don’t for one second
regret having gotten to know any of you that have flirted with me, but of
course, if I’ve flirted back, it’s all your fault that I’m a Myspace player.

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Friday, April 17, 2009
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Category: Life
Just who are “they” that they have so much power over all of us?
 We all know that they did it, not us.
They are the people who elected that President you hate.
They are the sources for unconfirmed leaks that emerge from the White House or your favorite sports team’s headquarters.
They are the ones you reference when you tell your parents why you need the latest fad for Christmas.
They are the people you refer to when you try to convince someone to see a movie they really don't want to see because "they say it's great."
They are the ones whispering in our ears telling us hints, lies, innuendos, allegations, things best left unsaid (thank you again Collective Soul).
Don’t look now, but they are watching you. Ever so slowly take a quick glance over your right shoulder, do you see them (I mean they, damn this can be confusing)? If not, that's just because they are listening to your thoughts with that spy chip they implanted in your brain during your last visit to the doctor's office (and you thought the memory lapse was just a coincidence, hah!).
 They sometimes even reference other they, because that gives they a sense of insulation from the public eye.
I was curious what the internet thinks of they, so I googled “they” on Yahoo (do you like the trademark dilution I just did???), and the very first hit is a Wikipedia page that says “Taken from "You know what "they" say..."
THEY ARE EVERYWHERE.
But what’s the worst thing that they can do to us? Well, they can start rumors, right? They can spread misinformation. They can cause people to fight and argue and bicker when they think they know better than others how people should think, breath, eat or live. They are almost always judgmental and they usually know exactly what they are doing.
They are often at the start and end of the creation of prejudice and stereotype, and when they talk about "them," they usually make them the source of hatred and suspicion. Worse, when they talk about you or us, they have far more power to destroy our lives than we care to admit.
 If this all sounds maniacally esoteric to this point, relax, that’s on purpose, I’m just geeking out for a bit haha. The point is to show how ridiculous it is for us to give all this power of persuasion to the anonymous they.
It’s equally insidious when people choose to become a they, when they backstab or betray friends or associates or colleagues because they think they know something that no one else knows.
You all know how it happens: Person A whispers in Person B’s ear about something, usually a rumor, often a harmful one, and always spoken as if it’s the truth when in all likelihood it’s based on insinuations and non-logical deductions. Person B then goes to Person C (or People C, D and so on) and says “you know what they say about her?” and away we go.
 Water cooler talk, it’s always been with us, it always will be, even if the water cooler is now as virtual as it is real, but it always starts with they creating a them or a you that needs to be discussed.
Don’t be a they. Don’t let yourself become a them. Be yourself and be proud of being yourself even when they don't seem to agree with your choices.
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Wednesday, April 08, 2009
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Category: Parties and Nightlife
Sometimes (ok most of the time it’s fun or I wouldn’t be here) being a blogger is fun, like when you get to meet people you’ve been reading (or have been reading you) for a LONG time.
Such was the case this past weekend when a small but really diverse group of us got together to celebrate Judi Sunshine’s scouting trip to Colorado (shush (ok I stole this word from someone else but I like it), I think that’s still a partial mystery to Javier who was fooled into thinking this was a chance to visit her folks and go on a pub crawl).
It was a tale of three evenings in one, starting with the most fun moment for me, meeting Judi in person and then group shots with Shadow! Yay!
 It’s always so cool and yet strange when you meet someone you’ve known virtually, it’s like meeting The Lawnmower Man, cyberspace and reality converge and standing in front of me is the smiling face I’ve read, commented on, emailed and argued with for 2 years!
First Judi and Javier had to satisfy their desires to do “The Shadow” pose.

 Then they headed down to Shawn’s place (Saint Facetious for those of you not cool enough to know his real name), and then we all met up downtown along with his famous blog party buddy Raven (as well as another friend of Judi’s).
I’m gonna let Judi describe the pub crawl, go read her really awesome blog about it, but I’ll add that we were blessed with the Myspace flirting rooster himself (ok so his name only means flirt but I grew up wearing Le Coq Sportif so I always think of the rooster), Coqueto (pics to be supplied by Judi).
Just a few quick notes about the evening:
Even before reading Shawn’s blog about dating a mobster in Russia I got to learn that he’s quite internationally flavored and is heading back overseas to do humanitarian work, my respect for this man grows. If you don’t read his blogs by now you should be, he’s gonna be an ex-patriot(ic) blogger soon, catch him while you can!
Judi is even more fun in person than she is in her blogs and I’m so glad I got to be part of one of her famous pub crawls. If you are ever so blessed, let me tell you now this woman can sing! Javier does a bad ass Eddie Vedder, but Judi can belt out Preacher Man with the very best vocalists out there. Screw publishing a book Judi, go try out for American Idol!
Coqueto and I had great conversations, I kept expecting him to wax poetic at any point but he didn’t, rather he displayed his fantastic insights into big boobs, we are just about ready to unveil our instruction manual for 30 orgasms, and I am left wondering why I seem to be the only male blogger on myspace who doesn’t get crazy photos from his readers LOL (that was not a solicitation by the way, maybe, perhaps).
I can’t write a blog without at least a little mental stimulation, so I’ll finish by delving into the philosophy of chance. The group went on to a 6th bar just after midnight and I felt obliged to get back home and let my loyal companion outside to do his business. I could have left earlier, and I could have left later, but I left at exactly the time that I did.
 That matters because driving home, on a relatively traffic sparse highway just as the snow started to fly, I had a rather close encounter with 2500 pounds of out of control steel and rubber. Had I been 30 seconds earlier or later in my evening, maybe this wouldn’t have happened, but 5 miles from home I found myself suddenly facing and not comprehending the fact that I was staring down at the passenger door of an out of control vehicle.
I’m still astonished at the speed with which everything happened. I’ve never been in any kind of serious car accident before, although I did rear end someone 3 years ago after a 200 foot skid on ice and for that one, time slowed down to nothing.
As an aside, that accident was funny because every second felt like 10 seconds, and I watched for what seemed like an hour as I closed in on and eventually smashed into the back of a car, of course driving a rental car for the day without having taken out the extra insurance. Mr. Murphy has a funny sense of humor. Who would guess that a brand new Jeep Liberty wouldn’t have anti-lock brakes?
Anyway, this was totally different. I have only scattered memories of what happened since it was over in the blink of an eye. I recall having this strange sensation of something closing in on me from the left (I was in the center lane) and wondering if a truck had drawn too close (I’m usually hyperaware of my surroundings, but it was late, starting to get slick, dark, and I was focused on staying in my lane).
Just as I was turning to look to my left, this dark mass just appeared right in front of me. Honestly, it was like a boat had slid into view, and while I was hitting my horn to tell this asshole that he was meging way too close to me, my brain registered that it was not a merge, but a car totally out of control and completely perpendicular to me.
I was going at least 60mph, so this guy was going faster, and as my brain registered the car, the fact that I was looking at his passenger door, the fact that I was going to hit him, and the feeling of my foot squashing the brake pedal as if I could thrust it thru the floorboards, there was a sickening crunch of metal on metal and then a bouncing sensation. His car catapulted off mine, continued to spin totally out of control, swung around to the right and smashed into my passenger side, forcing me into the left lane and now skidding out of contol myself and headed right for the concrete median.
Magic exists, or miracles happen, because for the second time in my life I managed to gain control of a car that was totally out of control on icy roads, and straightened myself out. I can’t remember how I did it, just that I found myself sweating, scared, and thinking about staying alive while I navigated my truck back across the highway and to the shoulder of the road where I could stop and catch my breath. I was safe, no 50 car pileup!
 So now you do the body check, are you ok, is every piece there, do I have whiplash? Can I sue? Not so much as a scratch or pulled muscle despite a high speed collision on a major highway with big semi’s behind me (and yes, I said it was a quiet night, but that means a car passed me every second as opposed to 5 cars per second).
So, what does this have to do with chance? Obviously I set up the chance of timing with my words above. But, I own two cars, and while it’s pretty obvious to drive the truck when there’s a threat of snow, I could have been driving my sports car, and if I had been in that car, I don’t think I’d be here.
Also, there’s a traffic camera 1 mile back and 1 mile ahead, but this asshole hit me in a blind zone for traffic cams, what are the chances of that?
He left me and another car he sideswiped sitting on the side of the road wondering what had happened while he bailed. I have no idea how his car could function, the impact with my truck had to have severely damaged his car, but whether he was drunk, a criminal, or some uninsured motorist terrified of what he’d done (and of course it could be a she, I never really saw enough to know), he left me to pick up the tab.
That, in the end, was what kept me from being freaked out. I just got angry that simply by chance (bad luck) I was going to have to pay for his stupidity.
I was on the phone with the police my entire drive home, and I now realize the stress of what had happened had hit me because by the time I was off the phone I was tired and ready for bed. The police woke me in the morning to confirm what had happened, so once again I was more annoyed than upset, and I was shocked when I called to tell my Mom and she broke down in tears on the phone saying she couldn’t believe he close I came to losing my life.
Chances. Many chances for many things to happen Saturday night. The worst didn’t happen and the best did, and for that I feel fortunate. My Mom still has trouble sleeping, she’s had nightmares for 3 nights about my dying in a fiery crash on I-25. I’ve slept like a baby and have walked away feeling richer for having met Judi et al. What are the chances of that? ****UPDATE**** If you really want to laugh, go read the one of the best blogs I have ever seen (of course I am biased because I am prominently flattered in this blog) written by Saint Facetious for, shall we say, a more facetious outlook on the nighthttp://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=10328375&blogId=482365470
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Thursday, March 26, 2009
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Category: Romance and Relationships
My apologies to Melissa, life intervened and I’ve been distracted and lacking motivation to write despite promising you a response to your blog Played Like a Chopin Etude. Thanks for reviewing this before I posted!For those of you old enough in Myspace years (is it 7 or 10 years per year on Myspace???) to have been reading blogs 12 months ago, you might recall a spate of blogs on here by a number of bloggers (myself included) discussing assholes, assholes in disguise (whom I call AIDS for good reason), and the like. Captured within the language of those blogs, but not really specifically discussed, were conversations about players and what a player really is.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago, and Melissa wrote a blog about players, and I have to disagree in part with her take and decided to write my own version of that blog.
I want to start with her opening (underline and bold are mine):
“He told me how he befriended a single mother. He had no intention of getting serious about her because he didn’t want to be a stepfather. But they did things when her ex had custody. They had long conversations, and yes, eventually, he made his "move," and sex was involved. She fell in love with him, and then she became a liability. See, this guy was dating on the outside, too ... trying to find "the one," all the while engaging his "friend" with some sort of strange ... I dunno what to call it really. Their "friendship" ended badly. He missed his friend, he told me, but he didn’t see any way to make things right. As I listened to him speak, the question burned in my mind: So, are you telling me that you’re a player --?””
 For me, what is missing from this paragraph is one very important piece of information, what did this man tell this woman in relation to what I bolded and underlined? Did he lead her on to believe there was going to be more someday? Did he specifically stay silent so he never had to answer the question? Or, as most men do in this circumstance, but for some amazing reason we get ignored by you women, did he tell her that there wasn’t longterm potential and she proceeded anyway?
The answer to those questions helps define but not totally answer whether he was a player, but I’ll say this right now, having casual sex or sex without commitment does NOT make a man a player, period, end of story. It takes many more factors to determine whether he’s a player, not the least of which is whether the woman is making an educated decision about what she’s getting herself into (pun fully intended).
Finally, before I can move on, we need to set the stage a little more.
Melissa coined the term “pseudo player” as a guy who “wants an emotional connection, conversation and companionship. He just doesn’t want it all the time, because he’s keeping his options open. Most of the time, he's seeing other women, plans to, or wants to. He gets what he wants by creating the opportunity for temporary but highly intimate encounters with a woman (or women) in which “bonding” occurs and entanglements form.”
To me, that’s a man engaged in “friend with benefits” relationships unless each woman is being misled into thinking there’s a possibility for more to happen down the road. I do think there is such a thing as a “pseudo player,” but in my opinion this is not it.
As I see it, there are only two types of bona fide players, honest and dishonest ones, and the “pseudo player” we’ll discuss last.
An honest player is easily disposed of, they won’t even argue with the label. They know they play around, they have no intention of being tamed (although it does occasionally happen, it’s just not because they want it), they see women as sex objects and conquests and they’ll tell you right up front it’s what they want and all that they want. Have sex with them at your own peril, they don’t hide their motives, and women who try to tame these wild beasts deserve what happens to them.

The much harder player to define and to spot is also the biggest class of player, the dishonest player. In my opinion, the definition is simple, any man who uses deception or emotional manipulation to get laid on a consistent basis is this type of player. If no deception (or lies of omission) is involved, and he’s not openly playing the field as I mentioned above, he’s not a player, but he could still be a “pseudo player.”
Telling a woman that you’re not looking for a commitment and still having sex with her is not playing her, even if you are friends and hanging out and forming bonds with her. If she’s making an educated and open decision about what to do this single action is not the act of a player.
If she’s the type of woman who’s going to fall apart emotionally because she connects to men through sex, she should NOT be having sex without commitment. Now, it gets trickier when one man is doing this with many women, because that gets to his true intent and that true intent is hard to measure. Is he doing it because he really hasn’t found someone to settle down with, but that’s what he wants? Or is he doing it because he’s not being honest with himself about what he’s doing?
 Which brings us to the “pseudo player.”
There are men out there who aren’t lying to the women they have sex with about the potential for commitment, and have convinced themselves that what they are doing is ok because every woman they are with is fully informed about what they’re doing. The very fact that they could do this with more than one person suggests something not quite honest is going on, but not always. That’s why you can’t use casual sex or friends with benefits as an automatic label to define players.
It is possible to find a subset of these “honest” men who are honest with the women they are involved with, but are lying to themselves about what they really want. These men seem to always end up in a series of casual relationships (often many at once), always with someone who’s just not quite right but is good enough to sleep with regularly, always telling the truth about the situation to the women yet never moving on from this world of casual encounters.
This is the “pseudo” player.
They are pseudo not because they are a fake player, they really think they aren’t playing anyone when in reality, they are playing everyone. They are lying to themselves, so they would actually fit into the category of “deceptive” player, but instead of women they are deceiving themselves.
 They don’t really crave the emotional connection, which is where I take issue with Melissa. They are actually averse to the emotional connections which is why they never seem to find the right one. They aren’t looking for fuck buddies because they have convinced themselves that they are more deep than that, but they never seem to get past the friends with benefits stage because they aren’t really looking for anything deeper than that, they simply don’t know it consciously!
Why worry so much about all of this? Well, because it’s fun to discuss the minutiae of the dating world LOL, and because I can since it’s my blog.
There are many women capable of the booty call, FWB, NSA, swinging, casual sex, but there are more women who can’t do this without forming emotional bonds to the men they sleep with. So why do those women repeatedly sleep with men without demanding commitment and then get upset when they end up feeling used or betrayed? Is that the fault of the men, or should these women be more closely analyzing their behaviors? I believe women need to take responsibility for these choices and stop calling men players just because they accept sex without commitment.
 I think far too many men get labeled as a player. Casual sex does not equate to playerhood. Honest casual sex with full disclosure that leads to hurt feelings is, to be blunt and harsh, totally on the head of the person who gets hurt. Casual sex with misleading intentions or deceptive intent (deceiving others or yourself), now that’s different.
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Friday, March 20, 2009
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Category: News and Politics
100!

 Ok, enough celebrating hehe, on to the blog.
News and politics, sheesh, I wanted to do something light hearted. Screw it, I haven’t had a good rant in a while.
Rush Limbaugh is a big fat idiot
For anyone on the left, this isn’t really news, and for many on the right this isn’t politics, it’s just an insult. So why am I bastardizing an Al Franken pejorative? Because I happen to think what Rush is saying these days really is bad news, and it’s all about politics.
I’m a self avowed left leaning centrist, so just wait and you’ll see some complaints about our liberal comrades down the page, but for now, I’m going to start off lambasting the right.
Why am I angry with Rush? Well, because I listened to him on the radio.
No, seriously, that’s all it takes these days (ever?)!
These last few months, since before the election in fact, I’ve heard him attack both Obama and McCain and their supporters for their advocacy of bipartisanship.
“Partisanship is what takes strength my friends,” I’ve heard him say more than once. One of my conservative friends recently told me “good for him, bipartisanship merely stands for the Republicans caving to the Democrats.”
That’s flat out stupid, I’m sorry, it’s stupid and naïve and also more than a little sad. If that’s how the right sees that word, then the right is more weak and lost than I thought. Bipartisanship should mean “collaboration” or “compromise” and not “capitulation.” As with any GOOD relationship, both sides need to learn to work together.
When one side gets its way, that’s not a relationship, it’s an abuse of power. But it also means the other side is too weak to prevent the abuse of power. Both sides are thus at fault, and I think the last 20-30 years of partisan politics have seen repeated abuses of power from anyone who had it, and repeatedly weak minority parties unable to work deals with the majority parties in a true collaborative spirit, so instead they whine and moan and filibuster us to death.
The reason our political system is NOT a good relationship is because neither party seems to understand how to play fair. One side is always acting like the playground bully, the other side the patsy, scapegoater or naysayer.
Not to say Obama isn’t guilty either, he is screwing up plenty despite his proclamations about being a bipartisan hands-on healer.
How many Republicans voted for the stimulus bill? 3? What a joke, where’s the promise of working across the aisle on legislation that can have broad appeal and broad impact? Our Fearless Leader needs to stop drinking his own Kool-Aid and start living up to the promises of aisle crossing he made just a few blue moons ago.
The Sky is Falling
I think Bill Cosby’s Mom must be around because I am “sick…..AND TIRED” of listening to the demonizing of Obama that is coming from the right. It’s been less than 3 months and already I think his name is “Dammit” (two “Himself” references for those of you not hip on 80’s stand up comedy).
Everyone in the room who’s not a Republican sit down. Now for those of you still standing, if you DISagreed with Ann Coulter and Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity from 2001-2004 who said it was unpatriotic and downright treasonous to criticize a sitting President during a time of crisis, please sit down. Now, for those of you left, who has NOT criticized Obama? You may sit down too. Those of you left standing, do you know what you are? HYPOCRITES.
Yes, hypocrites, people who viciously attacked the left when they criticized Bush or Bush’s policies after 9-11 and during the early days of the Iraq War are now just as viciously attacking a sitting President because they disagree with his attempts to get our country out of its current financial crisis.
Don't mistake this for what it isn't. I’m not blindly defending his policies, in fact I believe they leave much to be desired at this point, but unlike you hypocrites out there, I never said it was wrong to criticize a President, in fact, I think it's our fundamental right to do so when we're unhappy with what we see our government doing.
No offense to the thousands that lost their lives in the worst terrorist attack on American soil in our history, but the current financial crisis is worse, it's bigger, it's scarier. We're in the midst of the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression, and possibly the worst global financial crisis in history. How come it’s ok to criticize this President when his own policies haven’t even had a chance to succeed or fail, and yet it was unpatriotic, treasonous, villainous to criticize Bush 6 years ago?
It isn’t wrong! It’s ALWAYS ok to criticize your leaders. I simply have a big problem with critics who are also hypocrites, so I am not so sure it’s ok for them to criticize.
The Anti-Christ is here
Furthermore, how about some of you wake up a bit to reality and stop the hyperexaggerations and conspiracy theories. This man isn’t evil, the anti-Christ or Grouch Marx (or was it Harpo we’re supposed to be scared of??? Castro is coming, Castro is coming, someone call Chicken Little!!!).
Obama is what he said he is, a liberal politician who has actually done much of what he said he was going to do (and maybe that's more shocking than anything else).
If you’re going to believe the lunacy emanating from the far right, why is it so wrong to believe the leftist lunacy about the Bush involvement in 9-11 (see Loose Change 2.0), or the Bush/Saud connection (see anything by Michael Moore), or the great international banking conspiracy (see Zeitgeist The Movie)? Conspiracies are conspiracies no matter which side propagates them.
When did “I told you so” apply to things we already knew? If you tell your child you will punish them if they take a cookie from the cookie jar, and they go ahead and take the cookie, and AFTER you punish them they say “see, I knew it, I knew you’d punish me” who looks like the idiot?
The Old Woman in the Shoe Won’t Go Away
My God I am getting tired of hearing about Octo-Mom and her 14 kids. She’s a mental midget with an Angelina Jolie fixation, and someone needs to do her Brady Bunch Cubed a favor and throw her in a funny farm, lock the key, and find real parents for that ant farm of children she has.
Let's officially return to obsessing about a real hottie and not a moronic wanna be, so hooray for Angelina, boo Octo-Mom, and don't disgust me any more with that enormous naked belly of hers.
 Did Hope and Change return to Arkansas to play with Monopoly money???
I wanted to write about this months ago, but how are we to believe our government is going to be run any differently than before when our agent of hope and change himself, the anti-corruption champion, nominates no less than four people to his Cabinet who have previous corruption and tax evasion issues?
How is that anything more than government being government as always? Yes, those Ivy League degrees are very impressive, but smart people can be just as corrupt as dumb people. How do we view a leader who selects someone to fix the tax system who has a history of not understanding (read "evading") that very system?
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme
You just received $165 Billion in bailout funds AIG, what are you doing next?
“I’m going to Disneyland!”
That HAS to be what those people are thinking, how else are we to explain the irrationality behind taking all that money and trying to justify paying huge bonuses to AIG employees and executives? Maybe they were all cryogenically frozen with Walt at some time and their brains were irreparably damaged?!!?
And now some of them are so upset that people in their neighborhoods are angry at them for taking bonuses that they are claiming the media has demonized them. Boo hoo.
The stupidity, the arrogance, the sheer audacity of this company blows my mind. I don’t care if it’s 10%, 1% or .00001% of the bailout money, bonuses are given for EXTRAORDINARY performance, and driving a company to bankruptcy is not extraordinary except for extraordinarily bad.
 Sometimes It is not better late than never
You’ve been locked up in your father’s basement for 24 years, forced to commit incest, bore him 7 children, one of whom dies as a result of his neglect (and terror at being discovered), and on his 74th year he finally confesses and apologizes.
SO THE FUCK WHAT!
This is perhaps the biggest instance of hollow apologies in the history of the world. I hope this woman, if she ever recovers from her “broken” state, never forgives this man for what he’s done. A very special place in prison should be reserved for him, a place he should be able to hang out with Octo-Mom and have her show him what being a good parent really means.
Gonna Buy Me an Aeroplane
Do any of you have a spare half-million laying around? I just learned I could go into orbit and tour space for the palty sum of $200K starting in 2011! I have to start saving my money now.
 This ship is for real folks!
Speaking of Space, Batman...
Did you read about the poor little broken-winged bat that was clinging to the Space Shuttle before it launched? NASA officals made the remarkably astute statement that even though it held on during ignition, it “probably” perished after liftoff.
 
I’d think a 2 pound creature falling through 3000 degree backwash from burning liquid Oxygen and then falling some 500 feet further to earth more than “probably” perished. Suffice it to say “'Interim Problem Report 119V-0080” isn’t a problem anymore unless you don't like your bat wings crispy style.
THE BIGGEST NEWS OF ALL
050809
If you don’t know what the significance of that number is, you have to turn in your pointy eared costumes and stop speaking logically.
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Friday, March 13, 2009
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Category: MySpace
“99 will die, Denver 9,” cries the Mothman to one of the fateful folks of that movie. Well, this is my 99th blog, and I live in Denver, but since I lack a specific connection to the number 9, I’ll be creative, and I hope no one dies while I discuss Myspace.
Ah the wonderful, error-filled, sometimes infuriating world we call Myspace. Here’s the rub Dear Watsons, how do I write about this place without rehashing what’s been done and without writing an epic ode the likes of which would make proud the unknown author of Beowulf?
I know, I’ll write about 9 things (aha, told you I’d be creative with numbers, wasn't that imaginative???) that I’ve learned about Myspace during my almost 4 (not 9) years on this system (am I boring you yet?).
1. Myspace really is the new booty call, I know because Drew Barrymore was told as much.
2. If you’re famous in the real world, and I think that sadly even includes The Real World, all you have to post is “achoo” and you’ll have 500 commenters offering to wipe your nose and buy you more Kleenex. God only knows what the sheep would say if a celebrity wrote “I’ve got the runs.”
I have nothing personally against celebrities blogging, I just wish a few more of them would be more eloquent than a snail and more responsive than the automated answering computer you get when you call your bank (speaking of which, whatever happened to the ZERO function to speak to an operator?).3. Making an online friend is easy. Where else can you have authors, politicians, rock stars, porn stars, your neighbor, your family and your boss all in your friends list? It takes one click and voila, you get the “New Friends” message soon thereafter.
Yay, I love alert messages, nothing says Myspace satisfaction better than a multicolored series of alert messages waiting to tell you when you login that people emailed you, commented and became your friend while you were away at lunch!
4. Turning Myspace friends into offline friends is hard. How many of you have known people on here you’ve been emailing or chatting with, or commenting on, for months or even years and have never met?
Many of you have friends from all over the world, people you may inwardly hope you’ll meet someday when you take that long overdue trip to Sweden, but most likely none of whom you’ll ever see much less even talk to on the phone.

5. You really can use Myspace to date (which of course contradicts in part #4 but who said I had to be consistent in my own blog). You have to get past the booty calls, the fake profiles, the spammers, the people hiding behind avatars who only use this for fun or to pretend they are someone else, the people terrified of meeting someone off the internet who think everyone is a stalker or axe murderer in disguise, the exhibitionists who want to be seen but really not heard…in other words, it’s no different from any social site like a bar (except in bars you can’t bring your German Shepherd and most people don’t look like a cartoon, although there was that one woman I met last month who reminded me of Jessica Rabbit in technicolor…).
6. Be careful what you say, it may come back to haunt you. Who knew that 30 orgasms could be a phrase to live on in infamy (or famy if that’s a word), or that talking about a sinus drug or a dating preference could end up being referenced and lampooned years later.
It’s fun to expose yourself to the Myspace universe, but part of that Universe is critical of anything and everything, and if you fall on the wrong side of someone’s bad day you may end up being drama blogged, or worse, given a citation from the Myspace Blog Police Department.

7. All the Myspace sheep agree with blog authors they love.
Ok that is unfairly harsh, I do think most people who read and comment put some thought into what they write (unless they are FIIIRRRRSSST or blogdicking to advertise themselves), but I have witnessed an amazing phenomenon when popular bloggers write about something. Blog authors typically write about things they observe because, well, they observe them! And despite that, every comment is always “I am so with you, I hate that too, great blog.”
If we know these things are happening, how is it that most people who post don’t do these things? I’d just love to see someone say “screw you servers, I tip 5% because I can cook better food at home I’m just too lazy to do it.”
8. Myspace will make you famous….NOT. Fooled you for about an ellipse and one extra period didn’t I? While Myspace really isn’t just for the young anymore, and while there are many true celebrities on here, we can probably count on one finger, maybe two, the people that have managed to leverage this system into true fame…(this was just one ellipse, no extra period) and that’s not including Tom who made millions selling an error riddled system to a billionaire who doesn’t give a flying fuck about bloggers and all the problems we regularly have with this system (bitter much?).
 9. It’s Just Myspace (calm down Judy)! This could be part of #8 above, but it relates to 6 and 8 equally.
I complain about drama on here, but it’s just Myspace! I as much as anyone else, need to accept that to each their own works for blogs as well as any other part of life. I have come to realize without the LULZ, we wouldn't have LOLs, and that ceiling cat is actually pretty intelligent.
I kid people who want to get famous through this system, because it’s just Myspace.
Additionally, I am astonished at people who lose their minds in frustration and anger at people who write or post things they disagree with on here because it’s just Myspace.
I don’t see how people can consider people their enemies (maybe adversary, but enemy?), it’s just Myspace.
Remember, you could be reading something by Darth Facebook and the Evil Empire!!!!!!
So what did this have to do with Mothmen? Nothing except numbers baby.
Next blog, how exciting, my 100th blog (all you day bloggers, don’t laugh, Stephanie, you in particular, this is a milestone for me!).
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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Category: Music
Music, it’s everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE, have you ever thought about how pervasive it is?
You wake up and if you don’t use an obnoxious beeping alarm you probably hear music. You might play music in the shower, and you hear music on every television show and every commercial that’s playing on television. You probably play music in your car as you drive anywhere. You might take an elevator ride to musak. You may have music playing on your computer at work, and you definitely hear it overhead in any restaurant you go to for lunch (or dinner after work). It’s cranked in any bar or club you go to on the weekends. It’s foundational to every movie you see, it’s piped out in the speakers of amusement parks, and you can hear the carousel music in the zoo from a mile away. You hear it in the gym or on your iPods when you’re working out, and it’s part of every sporting event.
Come to think of it, isn’t it more unusual to be in a place where you can’t hear music?
So despite hearing music everywhere, how often do you sing along and have absolutely no idea what it is you’re saying?I’m SO guilty of this behavior. I listen to music for the sound, I really don’t pay the slightest attention to the lyrics, so when I do sing along (and that’s only when I am playing it so loudly that even I can’t hear my horrible voice), I have no idea what I’m saying.
I was looking on Google and discovered that Sylvia Wright coined the term for misheard lyrics -- mondegreens -- in a 1954 Atlantic magazine article. As a girl, Wright thought the lyrics to a folk song were "They had slain the Earl of Moray/ And Lady Mondegreen." The correct lyrics are "They had slain the Earl of Moray/ And laid him on the green.”
That’s not so far off actually and makes sense. Has anyone ever said “'Scuse me while I kiss this guy” while listening to Purple Haze?
 I’ll never forget when I was a teenager, being on the phone with a girl I was dating and she was a Def Leppard freak. Hysteria had just been released, they didn’t include lyrics in the tape holder (yes kids, we had tapes, vinyl and even the occasional 8-track back then) so she was killing herself trying to figure out the lyrics to Pour Some Sugar On Me.
We were on the phone over an hour, and while I don’t remember what she eventually thought the song said, I can guarantee you she didn’t get the lines right (I now know it’s “red hot thong” but I thought it was like “red eyed bong”). Speaking of hard to understand, does ANYONE know the true lyrics to any Nirvana song?
I used to play trivia with my brother every week, and the DJ often played the Rusted Root song Send Me On My Way. My brother and one of his friends started saying “Semen on my leg” for “Send me on my way” and to this day I can’t hear the proper words when I hear that song. If it comes on the radio, I swear it sounds like that’s really what they are saying.
There are so many funny examples out there of misheard lyrics! What is your worst example? Have you ever found yourself shocked and corrected after years or decades of singing something incorrectly? Have you ever been publicly corrected?
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Wednesday, March 04, 2009
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Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

No, I’m not, and neither are you.
I started blogging almost 3 1/2 years ago, and it was nothing more than my personal online diary: I wrote a paragraph or two, I had I think 2 readers who pitied me enough to leave a comment from time to time, I didn’t read many other people’s blogs, I was primarily on here to distract myself from a job that, at the time, I hated.
In other words, I was oblivious to the greater blogging community (the GBC, not to be confused with GBE).
A little over a year ago, I met Jabs and Stephanie and it all changed -- I dove in and started having a grand old time interacting with all of you GBC'ers. In the last 14 months or so, I’ve seen major changes with Myspace blogging, and none bigger than can be seen with a little perusal of the blog rankings recently.
Many bloggers are obsessed with rankings. They want to be tops in a category, tops for the day, they worry about how long their blog can stay in the top 10 or top 20. Guess what folks, unless you’re bona fide famous, or have 5000 subscribers, or you want to cause massive drama and upheaval and a Myspace riot when you post, you aren’t guaranteed anything each day, from a ranking to persistence in the rankings.
Why? Because, for perhaps the first time since I’ve been on here, we really do have a plethora of celebrity bloggers, REAL celebrities, and they need post nothing more than "I had a really great day today" to get ranked in the top 20.
The Great State of Mantana may be one of the most populous and amusing places to live in the Greater Myspace Metroplex (and I know a State is bigger than a city but hey, it sounds good), but can you imagine sidling up to someone in a bar and saying "hey hot stuff, you seen Mantana's latest?"
Come to think of it, maybe I do need to try that, everything else I've tried has failed.
A celebrity blogger is not even a giant daily blogger like Stephanie, and for sure none of us lesser serfs who think we’re going to become rich and famous by having 1000 people read our blogs. No, a CELEBRITY is someone who already comes to Myspace with hundreds of thousands if not millions of fans.
Let’s just look at yesterday’s Top 10. Notice something?
 The top 4 blogs are people most of us know offline, REAL celebrities. I still wonder how Tila has leveraged herself into such a megastar, but she is known worldwide and she gives hope to the 1,500,000 other bloggers out there who think they'll duplicate what she did even though the truth is she didn't do it through her blogs .
Moving on to page 2, 11 of the top 20 are famous. There are only 3 blogs in the top 30 that weren’t posted in the last 36 hours, two of which are celebrity blogs.
So, that begs the question, do you blog for the ranking or do you blog for fun? Do you think Myspace blogging will make you a celebrity? Do you obsessively compare yourself to other bloggers to see who ranks better and does it ruin your day if your blog does poorly? Do you want to be a Myspace Celebrity?
Ponder this: Tila posts a blog containing a single line link to a picture of her on the web and gets a top 10 ranking and 500+ comments. Who other than a real celebrity can do that and is that really blogging or just savvy advertising?

Studying the comments on celebrity pages is an interesting phenomenon in and of itself:
There’s a percentage of those readers just praying to be personally noticed since everyone knows celebrities come to Myspace looking for their next boyfriend or BFF (I think even Paris wouldn't do that).
There’s another percentage of those readers using comments to advertise their own pages/blogs hoping all those legions of people will be amazed at their intelligent comments and come flocking like sheep to the pastures of wisdom they have to offer.
And of course there’s the haters, everyone has them who blogs, some just way more than others.
If you’re not in one of those three groups, why would you post a comment on Tila’s blog? She doesn’t respond to her comments (unlike Adrianne Curry, who at least makes an effort to respond to her readers), she just puts up the letter "A" and whammo, top ranking and more exposure so she can become one of the "most powerful women in the world" (cough).
Can anyone else who’s not a celebrity make this claim?
While Stephanie cracks the top 10 almost every single time she posts, most of the rest of the “top” blogging community plays slots with the blog rankings, getting an occasional big win, lots of little wins, and sometimes the machine comes up empty.
Obviously people will keep blogging, and my kudos to you all whether you’re here to be discovered and get a book deal, a movie deal, be invited to join a reality show, or you’re just having a ball sharing your thoughts and ideas with the world.
I write because it’s fun, I love the conversation, I love the learning, I love the intelligence (and sometimes the lack of it) I am exposed to through writing, commenting, reading and responding. I won’t deny I get a cheap thrill from seeing my face show up atop a ranking when I get so lucky, but I judge my daily satisfaction by the interaction I have with all of you who have such brilliant things to say.

If a day comes that I’m no longer having good conversations through the blogs, that’s the day I’ll stop blogging and permanently join Darth Facebook (at least then I’ll stop logging on only to be told there’s an error while at the same time being admonished to suck it up and not email Tom a complaint). UPDATE: IF you haven't read this already, then the following is not new, but for those who have read this blog already, here's a little update showing exactly what I'm talking about from our newest Asian celebrity blogger, Miyavi, ranking #2 today with the following eloquence:
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