What My Blog is Really About
July 16, 2009 at 9:11 pm | In Cute Guys | 2 CommentsTags: Bear Grylls Nude, Blake Harper, Carlos Ponce, Colton Ford, Michael Lewis, Mike Rowe, Sakis Rouvas, Tetu
Apparently, the following are the most popular searches which have directed you all here to my blog. I guess my blog is really about Greek singers, Puerto Rican actors, and of course, nude English explorers. Also lots of people called Michael Lewis, an ex-porn star turned singer, a DILF, cute guys (no surprise there!), and the ex-porn-star-turned-singer’s ex. The bits about my personal life, views, progress, love, and the rest, well, they’re just for a selective audience, the connaisseurs of a fine AngloAm story. The pics below tell the story (all thumbnails, all embiggenable).
For the record, I’m all in favor of all the below listed items. Even Têtu. If only I could get Sakis to acknowledge my publishing his name so much. Without me, he’d be nothing.
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Tired but Happy
February 19, 2008 at 9:31 pm | In Cute Guys, Exercise | 1 CommentTags: Exercise, Felipe Folgosi, Mike Rowe, schooling, walking
Yes, I’m tired, but happy. I did 54 minutes today, and I wasn’t too sore. My knee did act up a bit and I did take a few breaks (of less than 1 minute), at 30, 40, and 46 minutes, but I’m still pretty proud of myself. PHG was there playing basket ball. (PHG if you remember is the very very tall very very thin guy with the very handsome face that I see playing basketball quite a bit. PHG stands for “Pointy Hair Guy” as his hair above his forehead forms a sharp pointy line. Imagine Anderson Cooper younger and blonder and less pursed-lips looking.) I don’t really think he’s all that good looking, at least not from the torso out, as his arms look almost comically thin but his face is very handsome and I love watching him play – he’s got very flexible ankles and he can turn on a dime. I enjoy seeing him, and the rest of them, really, explode into motion, and then come back to rest.
As I was sitting cooling down I thought of all the times, in Jr. High especially, when I was dragged out to the basketball court and how terrified and imobilized I felt – I was scared I’d get hit by the ball, scared I’d do the wrong move, scared I’d screw up, and so I didn’t. I think maybe schools should assume that some little pupils don’t know how to play the games they’re supposed to. No disrespect to my dad but he never really taught me games, he did play volleyball and softball when we were overseas, but never much with me. I don’t moan alone – he didn’t much with my brother either. And to be fair, after we got back to the states, he didn’t much himself, either.
I do remember one time in class six (sixth grade) – we were in England, at Aspin Park Primary School in Knaresborough – I was once again turfed out to play a friendly match against a visiting school (I Forget Which Primary School). Now Mr. Hume, on whom I had a huge crush, wanted us to show a little school spirit, or some such, and somehow encourage a little encouraging chatter between us APPS kids. We’d never been asked to before, as we’d only ever played against teams made of other school chums in our own little class (grade). Now I didn’t know what to say but I thought I’d try, and so I yelled out something banal like “Come on! Let’s show these idiots how to play!” I got severely told off for being rude and unsportsmanlike. I wanted to say I wasn’t particularly unsportsmanlike, but rather that I wanted to do what I was told to do, but didn’t know how. Malevolence was imputed to me instead of ignorance.
Malevolence is a flaw, ignorance can be taught. Malevolence is global or I globalized it. I think it was ‘ever thus’ in games since, although, to be fair, I never liked them much. Flying balls can hurt – even soccer balls. Going outside in a cold Yorkshire day (for ‘fresh air’ when it was around 40F with a light flying mist) can make you cold and miserable. I just wish somebody had (somebody would?) start me where I am, not where they think I should be and say “here, throw this ball at the basket like this.” “Here, kick this ball like this.” I dunno. I am too out of shape today but who knows about tomorrow. Maybe I’ll find an utter beginners’ team one day. Can you just see it? Probably not though (doom and gloom advance) as people of a certain age already know. Maybe an exotic sport. Jai alai anyone?
Bye Bye Mr. Mike
Yes, we’re switching obsessions; as you can see above there’s a sneak preview of the new one’s lovely eyes. Would you like a hint? Hmmm well, let’s just say this Jagger doesn’t have big puffy lips and a coked-up chicken’s gait. Meanwhile, here’s two lovely shots of Mr. Mike Rowe, in one he’s wrangling a big snake and in the other he’s in bed with a lot of very friendly guys. Lucky snake, lucky them, eh?
And just in case you can’t do without him, here’s one more video of him, in this case a rather long one, of him in the volcanic mud bath. Go get a coffee/beer/soda and enjoy his very warm and friendly brand of self-effacement and great DILFy bod…
Hardly Appropriate but I Can’t Disapprove
I won’t turn Felipe Folgosi in for wearing very inappropriate clothing for an industrial site, will you? He seems to be enjoying his job…
Speaking of enjoyable jobs….
In case you’re wondering how hard at work he is, here’s part one of the making-of video One more beer/coffee/tea/moment of privacy….
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(Be careful or you may be hard at work too)
Three In One Day?!?
February 18, 2008 at 10:53 pm | In Apple, Baking, Cute Guys | 4 CommentsTags: Baking, bread, Felipe Folgosi, Jell-O, leopard, Mac OS X, Mike Rowe, R3ndi3r
Wow, three blog posts in one day!
The bread came out fine, I think; my instant read thermometer packed in (stopped working) so I (a) had to guess and (b) will have to buy another one. The dough itself was a lot less firm than I thought it would be; I often have to remember that sometimes things start out not so good but when they all come together they can be fine. (I wonder if life is like that, too?) In the end I did let it have two unshaped and one shaped rise, made two boules (round loaves) and slashed them in a plain old parallel lines design. I hope they are okay, as so often the batched (grew together, merging and creating a soft crust area) a bit, I don’t like batching unless I want the bread batched. I’ll let you know what it tastes like and maybe take a picture tomorrow…Would anyone like my recipe?
Some of the recipes in a book my friend K gave me use batching to create lovely soft loaves that can’t support their own weight without leaning on each other; once I figure out how to convert their the recipes from that book to the instant yeast I like to use I’ll try them. The book has recipes from all over the world and I really can’t wait to try more than I already have.
Oh, I made Jell-O! (Orange flavoured.) For the first time in my life. It wasn’t as complicated as I thought it would be. Thanks, K, for inspiring me. Now I shall cut up fruit to put in it.
C helped me by installing Leopard (Mac OS 10.5.2) on my iMac and I already love it. I love the way you can see previews of your files in the Finder. I love the new Mail application and hope I can start using Mail and iCal and ditch Entourage soon.
Inspiration
I think I shall download this video from Rendier to inspire me while walking…I think his accent’s so sexy and I love how his one eyebrow will raise, almost unconsciously. I just wish he didn’t periodically become a bit of a ranting lunatic.
Muddy Mr. Mike Rowe
I can’t resist these; these are screen caps from an episode of Dirty Jobs where Mike Rowe didn’t really work so much as test out a mud bath made of volcanic ash mixed with some sort of mineral spring water. It actually sounded great until he mentioned that mud was getting in where mud was not supposed to go. While I couldn’t help think about all the nooks and crannies, I had to agree that some nooks and some crannies should not be invaded by volcanic or other debris. I hope you enjoy the pictures…if you’re wondering why he starts out showering and then gets dirty, it’s because they ‘reuse’ the mud so you have to be clean before getting in…then for some reason he paraded about outside in just his little (but still too big) towel. (As usual, just the smallest little click will really flick his bic.)
He never fails to make me smile.
Speaking of Dirty…
And don’t we always? Our newest mini-obsession is Brasilian actor Felipe Folgosi, and the dirtiness tie-in is that in his set of photos for Paparazzo magazine he’s posing in some sort of abandoned industrial plant, looking greasily manly around all that steel. (I’m so glad C doesn’t mind me posting all this drivel; he’d only have to say the word and it would stop instantly.) Here’s a pic or two showing you him in his entirety, having his picture taken, and his oddly appealing face. I have to say that I like the models Paparazzo gets but they don’t have the close-ups I find in The Boy.
(Wouldn’t you like him on his back on the ground smiling up at you?)
The Day is So Fresh
February 18, 2008 at 10:15 am | In Cute Guys, Exercise, Family | Leave a CommentTags: C, Exercise, Georgian, Mike Rowe, walking
…or it is for now at least. It’s still ‘early’ – not quite mid-morning and I still think I’ll have time to do all the things I want to do today. In a few moments I’m going to start two loaves of bread, which I will leave to ferment while I go work out. It should ferment really nicely because it’s so warm – the weather’s been really crazy. It’s in the mid sixties today but should be much colder by the end of the week. I definitely prefer this to ice storms like last week.
After getting desweated (still not confident enough to do that at the gym!) the plan is to take C out to lunch some place not too greasy and this afternoon I’m sure I’ll find something to do in between tending to the loaves. I do need to finally edit that movie of our day walking the Limberlost Trail and get it on our other website, and I want to do a little shopping at Grant & Cutler, a foreign language book store in London, and I need/really want to do some Georgian and to format a resumé for Monster.com and I want to back up my purchased songs from iTunes and some videos I’ve downloaded and and and now you know why I never get everything done on my days off!
I miss C. I always do after we spend a weekend together. I miss his presence and the place seems so empty without him. I wish he and I could spend every day together. When he first came into my life, I used to ask for ‘alone time’ but more and more, I don’t want ‘alone time.’ I’m not saying I 
don’t want time to myself, to do what I want to do, but I don’t want him to be far while I’m doing it. I wish he knew how much he means to me. He really is my everything.
Anyway, I’ve just killed ten minutes, so in a few I’m off up to start the bread. Here’s some Mike Rowe eye candy for you to tide you over until next time…doesn’t he have a great grin? And who, who, who shall be our newest mini-obsession?
A Very Rough Week
February 17, 2008 at 10:48 pm | In Culture, Cute Guys, Exercise, Family, Friends, Gay | Leave a CommentTags: Exercise, Friends, Mike Rowe, Raphael Laus
It’s been a very very rough week.
Wednesday I worked until 8:45 pm, Thursday until 7:30. Friday I left work at noon. Now I hadn’t been to the gym all week and I was very scared of going, but I forced myself to and did a gruelling 50 minutes, with many pauses and stops and nearly passing out. But I did it.
Neal came today and I was apprehensive again. (Exhaustion and worry have been a theme this week.) I’d told him via phone that I was a bit tired of spending 45 minutes or more on ‘nutrition’ and ‘intake’ – while I understand why, I think that it’s a bit excessive, and I also think that judicious hints here and there were being made to get me to spend more with him. I put it nicely but I was still nervous.
In the event, however, he was gracious about it and things went well. However, I need to put my work in as well, and I have this ‘home routine’ he scribbled down, and I have to try to interpret it. Can you help?
1. L A C (No idea. I think I’ll just try to do crunches, if C can spot me maybe with 10lbs or so)
2. BK WL Hold. (No idea. I think the idea is that I like on my back, bring my bent knees (BK?) to my waist level (WL) and hold them there, to ‘work’ my abs.
3. Batoging. (I think this is supposed to be lying on my back and hauling my…posterior off the ground.)
4. SE TAILS CT 135 deg HOLD/reps (No idea, I think this is a seated shoulder raise to 135 degrees, or a scapular retraction; I think I’ll add 10lbs of goodness.)
It’s also not been a stellar week for intake. First off, without the internet it was impossible to enter it into the weight watchers site (and God forbid I use pen and paper, I hear you say); the net was very slow at work and I was so bloody busy. (Mustn’t think about work or I’ll get all tense.)
There were a lot of candy bars and salty snacks, and that was bad. And peanuts and almonds and things. And that was bad too.
Brand New Day
However today was a brand new day and things seem to be going better, or at least not as bad. C and I went for a long drive over to the Eastern Shore even though it was cloudy and gloomy; I just had to get out of the house and away from the area in which I normally circulate. We drove first to Easton, then Preston where a coworker of C’s lives, then to Cambridge and back to visit our friends K, D, and J. We didn’t really get out of the car much; it was just nice to drive down the country roads and see the little towns. Easton I do like; there are some really nice houses and with the old brick buildings and twee little shops it looks so much like a prosperous Home Counties little town. Cambridge is a bit less special, and Preston is barely visible.
I frankly don’t know how this coworker manages to drive nearly two hours to work every day, and two hours back home. I couldn’t do it-I once commuted about 75 miles every day and it was horrible. I found it so hard to get out of the house in the morning, knowing I had this huge long drive ahead of me, and exactly the same huge long drive to get home. And I could almost see my car getting older by the mile and I was putting gas in it nearly every day. (This was during a very bad time in my life so perhaps that is coloring my recollections.)
Even though my supervisor and second-level supervisor are not ideal, I keep thinking about my previous commute straight through the District of Columbia and how over breakfast I’d have to keep an eye on the traffic reports to see if I could leave at my usual time, if I’d have to jump out early, or even if (once or twice) it wasn’t just better to call in and use some of my leave to cover avoiding a huge tie-up. And I think I can put up with the less-than-ideal-ness, the not-offering-alternate-work schedule-ness, the not-offering-telecommuting-ness, for a bit longer. Not that I’m not applying elsewhere, just that I’m more selective about how far and through what kind of traffic I want to drive every day. Somehow the Southeast-Southwest Freeway lost its charm years ago.
Dinner with our friends has not lost its charm but I felt a bit awkward dropping in on them, and while we were out at Big Batt’s, a local Kent Island restaurant, there was some very distressing news arrived for them. I hope they will be okay and they know that if they need anything from C or me, all they have to do is ask.
Da Flix at Home
Saw a very nice movie from Netflix Friday, it’s a gay romantic comedy and for once it really was romantic, except for perhaps one rather dreadful scene. It’s called “Adam and Steve” and I recommend it for a date night or some such evening. It made me all smiley at the end. I think part of what I liked about it was that the two leads are actually gay, and their chemistry was really evident. (Is this how straight people see straight romantic comedies? How lovely for them.) It is not perfect, and I’ve seen better romances, and better gay flicks, but I did enjoy it.
I also started (finally) watching the two episodes of Chuck that I missed all those weeks ago. The first one (“Chuck Versus the Undercover Lover”) looks good in that the story’s good and there’s a big part for Adam Baldwin, the hot National Security Agency agent and Chuck-handler. Click on this pic to see his big grin get even bigger…I really have to finish watching them now that the writers’ strike seems to be over.
All This and More Eye Candy Too?
Yup, here’s some more of our continuing fascination with dirty Mike Rowe. I have to say these screen shots don’t do him justice, and I really enjoyed the latest episode where he had to climb to the top of a giant suspension bridge and change lightbulbs along the way. I especially enjoyed that it was him doing it and not me. These screen shots are apparently of him in an episode where he was a mushroom farmer’s assistant. At least he’s not staying dirty…and there’s a really cute one of him washing off after shearing alpacas. As usual, click on him to take a closer look.
And here is a hillarious video of Mike Rowe having been punked as it were by a hotel owner…well worth a watch…
Speaking of streams of wetness, here’s a parting shot of the delights of Mr. Raphael Laus, this month’s favourite Brazilian bombshell….
(Like Kajagoogoo say, he’s too shy, [far] too shy)
Hum Bahbug
February 6, 2008 at 10:54 pm | In Cute Guys, Exercise | 2 CommentsTags: Heath Ledger, Mike Rowe, Raphael Laus, walking
I don’t much care if my boss is reading this – I need a good rant. I’m facing two deadlines, one concerning my job next Friday and one concerning something that isn’t really my job but I’ve been handed the Friday after. So I offered to take some of my work home over the weekend and work on it at home, if I could get ‘comp time’ for it.
Oh, that (and a compressed/alternative work schedule) is too much ‘crazy talk’ for my organization. I can come in, if I want, but I don’t want – I want(ed) to be able to do a couple of hours on Saturday and a couple of hours on Sunday but noooo that’s asking too much. Plus if you’re looking very much in a mercenary fashion, the government is not going to compensate me for the drive in (40 minutes) or back out.
I’ve given up caring. I’ll put in my 8 hour days and maybe a bit longer but I find it harder and harder to give a damn. I just hope that I at least get interviews for the couple of jobs I’ve applied for.
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Time to Turn Turn Turn
…to better subjects. To get the bad news over with first, I weighed myself Monday and hadn’t lost a pound…quite the opposite. I don’t understand. I could get quite discouraged. Especially since Monday I walked 50 minutes, Tuesday 51, and today 52. The last few minutes were grueling all three days. Today was especially boring because I forgot my iPod and had to listen to the basketball players yelling at each other. Only a few hotties, but that’s quite normal (and hotties aren’t what I go there for anyway).
I have to say though that I am so proud of myself. Monday I worked late and then drove by Gaffney Sports Center (where I normally work out) and there was no parking whatsoever. So I decided to go over to Costco and get some gas, which I did. Now as I was filling my tank, and as I was driving away, all I could hear was this little voice in my head saying “just go home just go home just go home” – I mean, I wanted to go on line, watch TV, blog for you gentle readers, and I sure as hell didn’t want to go to the gym. At all.
Another little voice, however, kept saying “you know you’ll feel rotten if you don’t.” I tried – I honestly tried, to drive past the exit for Fort Meade off the parkway, but I drove back to base. And there was still no parking whatsoever. Whoohoo I’m off the hook!
Darn my memory. I remembered there are actually two gyms and I could see into the cardio room of the second one (Murphy Field House) from the parking lot…so wishing I was doing anything else but that, I drove over to the second gym and oh damn wasn’t there a treadmill free. Long story short I wound up working out despite really really really wishing not to!
Heath Ledger
Is it just me or is it utterly insane that Heath Ledger’s death could be called an ‘accidental’ overdose? He was taking oxycodone, hydrocodone, Valium, Xanax and some sleep medications all at once. To get those he had to have “accidentally” lied to at least one doctor and at least one pharmacy. Then he had to have “accidentally” taken all of them despite the knowledge available to any fool that any of them is a drug which acts on the brain. He may not have wanted to kill himself but to call it “accidental” is IMHO utterly ridiculous.
(What’s the bet the Scientology nutjobs decided to parade this about as evidence of the evils of psychology – the Westboro Baptist Church whackjobs have already called Ledger an advocate for sodomy and whatnot.)
Speaking of Jobs
Here’s our Dirty Guy Mike Rowe, this time in a dangerous job – preparing to dive for sharks! Click him to see him up close and personal.
And here’s some fun bloopers with him, just to prove that although he’s a nearly perfect DILF, nobody’s perfect. And I think his sexiness comes from his self-confidence that allows him to get filthy and laugh at himself. Don’t you?
Speaking of Self-Confidence
I’d never have enough of it to let anyone take pictures like these of me…but then I don’t look much like Rafael Laus.
(Drip drip drip)
Life is Good!
February 3, 2008 at 10:41 pm | In Cute Guys, Exercise, Friends | 2 CommentsTags: Exercise, Food, Friends, Mike Rowe, Raphael Laus, walking
Life is good, dare I say it? (Ducking my temptation of fate.) Well, this weekend was.
Work isn’t but I’ll get to that. Or it will get to me.
Friday we had a pretty good meal out with our friends at a Mongolian barbecue. I do like the idea of a Mongolian barbecue because I could put mostly cabbage in my bowl and ate very few actual calories. There was a bit of a kefuffle over one member of the group who needed a ride, but we all had a good time in the end.
Saturday Neal said I’d been doing well on ‘intake’ mainly thanks to C and his encouragement, but…he hadn’t seen the latest data! Oh well. I told him about the blue funk I got into on Wednesday, feeling very sorry for myself and utterly unentitled to go to the gym. It went away but it was pretty devastating all the same. I felt like – who’m I kidding, with my fat pudgy body, how stupid it is of me to think I can go ‘work out’ with all these fit guys. I must emphasize that all this came entirely from within me, that nobody at the gym has actually been anything worse than studiously neutral, and some have been very encouraging. And most of the time, except that one day, I love going. Even if PHG isn’t there.
Saturday evening C & I went for a lovely dinner with our friends K/D/J. C put in some new memory into their computer and then we went to a local hamburger joint for, well, hamburgers. Yours truly balanced veggie burger discipline with greasy yummy onion rings.
Sunday we did zip zero nada. Well, some of our tax return money
came in; we always put the bulk of it to ‘good works’ (bills or our vacation fund) and save some for ‘blow money.’ I spent some of my blow money this evening on an Ogio Locker Bag. I found it for twenty percent off on eBags and I hope it gets here soon. I hope it will be easier to use than the bag I’ve currently got. I’m trying not to buy any DVDs as (a) I have so many DVDs I’ve not yet watched and (b) DVDs seem to divide C & me as we have utterly divergent tastes. There are a few books I’ve got my eye on, though.
As requested
As requested by at least one friend and gentle reader, I’ve added a calendar on my sidebar. I hope it’s helpful.
Danger Mike!
Why does he cruelly restrict us from that area?
This warning sign really could go with cooking naked but our man of all talents, Mike Rowe, seems to do well getting cold things hot (and us hotter) in this little clip. He even lifts some of the restrictions on that danger zone…pay no attention to the inhabitant of the Land of Fruit and Nutcases with him…
Speaking of Videos…
Here’s the video of our lovely hose boy Brazilian Model Rafael Laus and the making of his photospread for Terra’s feature ‘The Boy.’
And here he is in the second spread of his lovely self with his warm stream of wetness….
(Doesn’t he drip nicely?)
Past the Weak End of the Weekend
January 28, 2008 at 10:09 pm | In Cute Guys, Exercise, Family, Friends | Leave a CommentTags: Mike Rowe, Raphael Laus, walking
What an oddly self-indulgent weekend. Firstly, the visit to K & D’s house for FNC (Friday Night Club) was marvellous – the food was so good and prepared with such love and affection and we all had a great time. I really appreciate how much trouble K & D went to to make us feel welcome and well-fed. I hope that it doesn’t set a precedent as I’m less willing and well-equipped to host but we can see.
Saturday
Neal arrived Saturday, pretty much just after I woke up, but we had a good session. He seemed pleased with my walking and we did some good strength training, but it’s never enough! Never! The rest of the day was pretty sedentary. We continued watching the disks of the Mary Tyler Moore show from Netflix. C seems to enjoy it as much as I do. When I was younger and watching the show on TV after school, I used to be so envious of Mary Richards – with her perfect life and sunny disposition. I never had a sunny disposition but then nobody around me did, either. She could even be wry. We would just yell and cry.
Sunday
Sunday I went to the gym and did 45 minutes and it felt great. The gym was so empty.
For the evening, C & I went to my mum and dad’s afterwards for the combined little brother/little brother’s kid (my nephew)’s birthday party. C & I scored a hit with little R’s present; we got him a Fisher Price Kid Tough Digital Camera. Both he and my little niece seemed to love it. I was very captivated by how charming my niece was – before now she seemed terrified by C & me but she was all giggles and smiles and she seems to have become very verbal very fast. She’s so adorable.
Monday
Monday at work was a smidge stressful – so many projects are converging on me with very close suspense dates. I don’t know how I’ll manage and the uninvolved uninterested way my boss works doesn’t help. Frankly I see lots of time-crunches that would have been, should have been, totally avoidable. And I don’t like it. Still making an ever better work relationship between me and C and G at work so that takes the edge off it. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to come out to either. I think G yes, but not so sure about C.
After work to the gym. Did 41 minutes in the hot hot dungeon which was gruelling. Came back upstairs to the comparatively freezing main gym and didn’t feel like going home just then. PHG (Pointy Hair Guy), an oddly handsome tall guy was playing basketball, but that wasn’t the reason I stuck around. It was more like two reasons – firstly I found a set to sit on and catch my breath, and second I was unwilling to say I was done with only 41 minutes when the plan was 46. Okay, maybe PHG was a bit of a draw. He’s tall and very very slender, and he has this sensitive melancholic face. Mind you appearances are deceiving; I never see him playing alone, so he’s not lonely. But I’m often drawn to sad, lonely types; before I found C they were the only kind of guy I figured I had a chance with. Desperation makes some people horny.
So anyway I hung about until one of the upstairs treadmills became free and started up again, a bit (a lot!) more slowly but more comfortably than in the furnace below. A crazy idea hit me and I went for it – and did a 22 minutes for a total of 63 for the day. Woohoo!
Of course now I’m wrecking it with some fat free organic multi-grain pretzels, but I feel so proud of myself. I may or may not go tomorrow; but I won’t be as crazy again until later in the week.
C’s in the media room wiping out our old iMacs and prepping them for sale on craigslist. ‘Scuse the shameless commerce but when the listing goes up if it doesn’t violate WordPress’s terms of use I’ll let you know how to buy one or (preferably) both.
It’s the State of the Union
And shrub will be gassing on about his little plans which will, as always, come to naught but tears and misery for all but his favoured few…but we should be a little patriotic. Here’s our handsome Mike Rowe at the local class-AA minor league Bowie Baysox, where he sang the national anthem with his really lovely warm deep baritone voice….
You know it’s authentic from the ‘O!’ He does have a lovely voice, though, to go with his DILFy hotness – here he is from his QVC days. It’s really lovely.
There’s Something About a Boy and his Hose
Just so he doesn’t feel left out, here’s the first of a series of Raphael Laus, playing with his flowing jet of warm water…
(I guess he doesn’t swallow.)
No! No! I will not put TGIF here
January 25, 2008 at 6:40 pm | In Cute Guys, Exercise, Friends, South Africa | Leave a CommentTags: Exercise, Food, Friends, Hutch, Mike Rowe, Raphael Laus, Starsky, walking
But it is Friday. Today I went to see my licensed clinical social worker, Alan, and we discussed my troubling relationship with food. We seem to think that for me, food meets more than nutritional needs and my ‘homework’ is to write down all the things that it means, and all the needs it meets for me. I know that he finds it interesting that:
- I describe food as “lovely” – as if it were a person,
- I often favor supple squashy comforting food,
- I often imagine food as a soft matress or pillow that I sort of sink into, and
- I feel that if I don’t eat, the food will never be there again and that I will die.
We’ll have to see what it all might mean. There seem to be definite breast/nurturing issues-very Freudian.
I think it was mainly delved into because of our pizza fest last night. We had a medium pepperoni pizza each and C felt guilty about it. Which didn’t help the mood this morning. However, as usual, our disagreements never last more than an hour.After seeing Alan, I swung by the house and wound up reregistering for an adult site I used to like, which made me feel guilty. That’s two, which is more than recently, but not my ‘historical’ high of three sites. You can contact me for the names and my recommendations/comments, if you like.
Longer Faster Steeper
I guess signing up for it set me up for feeling free of all concerns (or, conversely, was me attempting to deal with having to give up food by starting up another vice/habit!), so I trotted off to the gymnasium, where I didn’t listen to the podcast or The Economist, but watched both a Starsky & Hutch episode (”Snow Storm”) and a video I downloaded from ‘R3ndi3r’ on YouTube. He’s a cute/handsome/hunky South African. Here’s a sample of his rants (don’t click if you have tender ears!):
In any event, because of a biggish break at minute 34, at least 1 minute long, I was able not only to go either faster or up steeper inclines for 51 minutes. I expect that this was because I’d not been to work so was all fresh and stuff, but considering I didn’t go yesterday evening I was still pretty chuffed.
Whatever else you may feel about R3ndi3r (real name: Reynaldo Gouws) and his rants you have to admit they’re heartfelt.
Hearts reside in chests
Hearts reside in chests, to my preference big and hairy ones. (Chests, that is. I like hairy chests. Hairy hearts may be lethal.) This is my very lame and pathetic segue to introduce today’s picture of our man Mike Rowe. If you click on it, it gets really really big. I think it was taken as part of Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. And here’s a video of him playing with his long strong snake…
After all this
After all this I’m still not too tired to go off and see my friends – K/D/J have a lovely alternative to eating in a restaurant for this evening – we’re all meeting at their house. They do go to so much trouble for their friends – we’re so lucky. But our mini-obsession Raphael Laus does look quite tired, or if not tired, at least he’s draped rather prettily on his bed for our viewing delectation…
(You’d forgive him morning breath and bed head, wouldn’t you?)
A Personal Best
January 22, 2008 at 11:12 pm | In Cute Guys, Exercise, South Africa | 4 CommentsTags: Bok Van Blerk, De La Rey, Mike Rowe, Raphael Laus, South Africa, walking
Today I walked the most (43 minutes) that I’ve ever done without Neal. It was okay but I do notice that when I do it after work I have a bit less energy than when on a non-work day. But that’s life. The only real problem was my knee, a bit, afterwards. I’m hoping that that will go away, or at least diminish, as my weight comes down.
Making it a bit easier was listening to The Economist – the subscription C gave me for Christmas includes the ability to download all or part of the magazine. When I’m walking I listen to either that, or a podcast I found called “Fitness Rocks” or sometimes music, on my iPod. Walking around the neighbourhood I’d listen (over and over again) to the album ‘De La Rey’ by Bok Van Blerk. I think translating or trying to from Afrikaans into English would distract me.
Here’s the rather stirring video with English subtitles:
Really Stirring
It’s actually stirred not just emotions but controversies in South Africa; it’s about the old boer hero General Koos De La Rey – the “Lion of the West Transvaal” and how he didn’t quite manage to save the boers from the suffering imposed by the British during the Boer War. It’s struck quite a chord among the white and specifically the Afrikaner section of South Africa, who are feeling increasingly marginalized and irrelevant since the end of apartheid.
The Department of Arts and Culture had to issue a press release sort of not quite saying that some of its popularity was due to people who might take up arms against the democratic government. I guess it’s not nearly as subversive as Jacob Zuma, ANC President, singing “Umshini Wami” – “Bring me my Machine Gun.” It’s been banned from some sports stadiums to avoid “’n ongemaklike situasie vir ons nie-wit toeskouers” (an unpleasant situation for our non-white spectators”). Here he is himself talking about the controversy in an interview for a Sunday paper in South Africa:
Oh, how do I know so much about South Africa? Well, from some very interesting friends I made on the Mail & Guardian’s forum page, in which I am a great participant when I have time. (You can look for me under the name AngloAm1.) I wish our local paper, the Washington Post, sponsored such an interesting forum. Why I know so much is a different question – would you like the answer? I’m a total comment whore – just click above on “No Comments” (or, I can dream, on “Many Comments”) and ask.
Good At Inseminating
Dirty Jobs’s host Mike Rowe as you know does some pretty filthy things such as inseminating various farm animals, but he still manages to look so hot doing it. And of course when he’s all done he has to clean off and relax, like he’s doing here in a hot tub (lucky bubbles!)…sorry it’s so dark but you can click to take a closer look. Now although he’s a perfectly dirty guy, Mr. Rowe’s neither perfect nor above showing us his flubs and outtakes. For your viewing pleasure…
Speaking of Soaping Up
Here’s our mini-obsession man Brazilian model Raphael Laus getting wet and wonderful in his shower for us – what is it with these Brazilian Raphaels? Can anyone get enough?
(Thank goodness his plumbing’s working just fine, but wouldn’t you like to check his pipes, just to be sure?)
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