This is the body I'm aiming for for myself and I'm going to give myself a year to achieve it.  At my age I suspect this may be out of reach but as the great Joe Namath once said,

"If you don't dream it, it won't happen."

In my favor I've got an iron will, a ferocious workout partner who was also a Marine, a doctor who's free with the steroid prescriptions because I've got the AIDS on the brain and my own personal mantra which is,

"Better living through chemicals."

If I get close to achieving this I promise to put up lots of pictures.

Scott

New Year's Eve 2006

While I was writing the previous post about Frank from Bourgeois Nerd I started thinking about Frank Sinatra – please, I have the AIDS on the brain so don't try to suss out my thinking patterns or to make rhyme or reason of them for there is no rhyme nor reason and probably never has been - anyway, back around 1984 or so I dated this guy for a while named Robert Strauman.  He was a 23 year old interior desecrator with the New York architectural firm of Swanke, Hayden, Connell.  Robert was an extraordinarily pretty boy and a really spectacular fuck with a gorgeous dick and those three things alone at the time would normally spell husband material for me but unfortunately Robert was also a thief and grifter who stole a shitload of money from me and valuables from friends of mine while trying to seduce those very same friends behind my back at every turn.  In other words Robert was your typical social climbing New York faggot circa 1983 or '84.

Robert LOVED Frank Sinatra and used to torture me with him by playing Frank non-stop in the car driving out to Fire Island on the weekends during the summer. If I had had my wits about me more and not been dazzled by Robert's skills as a cocksman I would have known immediately that one simply can't trust any 23 year old who adores Frank Sinatra. 

After a couple of ugly scenes, one of which was precipitated by his administering a kitchen blowjob to the host of a dinner party that we were attending and while I was stuck in the dining room listening to the hosts moronic boyfriend wax rhapsodic about Bananas fucking Foster, as well as a final confrontation over Robert's kleptomania and thievery the relationship, for wont of a better term, ended, not with a whimper but with a bang.

Now,  if Robert had only been a Tony Bennett fan, well then I'd hazard that he and I would probably still be together to this day for it's just not possible to love Tony AND be a thief, a grifter and a low-down dirty cheat.

There are a few bloggers out there – a very, very few indeed - of whom I am pleased to say that I am friends and who I've come to know via the Intertubez during the course of my being a blogger.  Most bloggers, myself included, are well and truly insane and are most definitely not the type of people one should want to associate with if one's desire is to travel in life's "better" circles.  On my blogroll there are several blogs listed whose daddies (or mommy in one case) are very dear friends of mine but most of those people fall into the shit house rat crazy category that I happily occupy.  (Love to y'all and there'll be a meeting of the coven at a date and time to be determined later)

There is an exception however and thats Frank from Bourgeois Nerd, who started his blog at almost the exact same time as this one. 

Frank is a really smart, really sweet, only slightly neurotic boy from a crappy part of New Jersey (OK, all the parts of Jersey are pretty crappy except for Princeton Township and Princeton Borough) who looks a great deal like my younger brother Ken the world famous composer - in other words, a total dork – and Frank and I have, over the past two years, become what I would consider close and that I hope he would as well.

As I said, Frank is a smart boy with a mind for the well written word and accordingly, Frank's blog is more literarily inclined than most but he posts enough truly stupid shit to keep it from crossing the line into pretension from fun and I recommend it highly to anyone looking for a change from the usual tedious faggot fare of color themed boy pictures, political rants from idiots who don't have a clue about what they are speaking, You Tube soundtracks posted so as to delineate the tragic downward spiral of the blogger's life or………well, you get the picture I hope.  And even if you're not all that into stuff thats smart and interesting you should start reading Frank's blog because he's a really sweet kid, the kind I'd be proud to have as a little brother and because I say so.

So Happy Birthday to Bourgeois Nerd Frank.  I love ya kid!

Scott

Park Service Can't Give Official Age Of Grand Canyon For Fear Of Offending Creationists…  

Due to pressure from Bush Administration officials, the National Park Service is not permitted to give an official age for the Grand Canyon. Additionally, a book claiming the Grand Canyon was created by Noah's flood is for sale at the National Park's bookstore.

The sale of Grand Canyon: A Different View was scheduled for review over three years ago, but no such review has been schedule or even requested. The creationist book was the only item approved for sale in 2003 (22 other items were rejected).

From The HuffPo