Sunday, August 21, 2005
Let the fuel tyrade begin...
Driving past a gas station has become a scarier experience than any horror flick Hollywood has released this summer. And we can’t comfort ourselves by repeating that it’s only a movie. Two bucks and 50 cents for a single gallon of gas? It came to pass this past week in San Antonio (and most major cities across the US). Let’s all scream together.
What has always amazed me is how price fluctuations can affect gas already received and in underground tanks. When an appliance store receives a new shipment of refrigerators, do they increase the price of fridges already out on the floor? Hell no. The same goes for books and many other retail items. It is only once the old are sold that the new higher price naturally kicks in.
Why then is gas so special?
That would be the $2.499 question folks...
Meanwhile, it’s costing me $45 to fill up my gas tank. It would be cordial if our nation’s leaders had the vision to engage in a process of devising an overall energy policy, but they don’t. Market forces will take over and call the shots in the coming energy wars. In the meantime, though, individuals can fight their own battles against gas prices on their own turf. It won’t bring down the price at the pump, but it could provide people with the personal satisfaction of cheating the devil.
*takes large step off soapbox*
"I describe my look as a blend of mother goose, cinderella, and the local hooker."
In the words of Dolly Parton, I’ve been busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest lately. I just got word that the Australian megasite, SuperDrewby.com, will soon be carrying 15 Minutes as it’s weekly column. WHOOHOO! Many thanks to Drew and his crew at SD.com for picking me up and including me in his already awesome website. If you haven’t had a chance to check it out, head on over and take a look. They’ve got their own version of eye candy too ;)
I got an email today from a friend who escorts in LA letting me know that a recent hourly appointment of his was none other than reality nudist Richard Hatch! Why was I not surprised? The last I heard from Hatch, he was skipping down the primrose path and headed for a long vacation at Club Fed, thanks to his recent tax-evasion scandal.
I like my escorts lean, like Jeff Probst...
Well hell... He has to spend that cool million somehow. Dropping a few Benjamin’s with a really good-looking rentboy for an hour couldn’t hurt. I wonder if he has the brass balls to use it as a writeoff somehow? Hmmm.
Thanks to the ATKOL forums, I stumbled upon the naughty bits of actor Jude Law and thought I’d share with the group. For your pleasure and enjoyment:
PAGE SIX's take on things:
In snapshots that recall George Costanza's infamous "shrinkage" episode on "Seinfeld," the love-rat actor's meager manhood is on full display as he changes into a swimsuit outside his mother Maggie Law's house in Vaudelnay, France. "He's no Tommy Lee, that's for sure," sighed one unimpressed publicist who viewed copies of the paparazzi pix obtained by PAGE SIX. Late yesterday afternoon, e-mail images of the photos were being forwarded around the offices of Women's Wear Daily under the headline "Jude in the Nude in France," and accompanied by a not-so-subtle dig at Law's loins: "Ha!" Law's rep, Simon Halls, declined to discuss his client's apparently puny package, telling us: "Oh, please! The guy is on vacation in France with his kids. People need to give him a little bit of a break."
I’m hooked on Showtime’s new series, Weeds. It’s incredible. On-Demand is the best invention since sliced bread, as it allows me to watch it when I have the time and keep up with the suburban dealings of actress Mary-Louise Parker and her drug-dealings to the soccer mom set. It’s brilliantly written and has an incredibly talented ensemble cast. If you’ve got Showtime, are totally strung out from a really shitty last season of Queer as Folk (don’t get me going on that craptastic show) and are looking for something much more interesting, give this series a spin.
Could it be that admitted D-list celeb Kathy Griffin has read (or reads) 15 Minutes? I got a message from her official website yesterday letting me know how much ‘they’ enjoy the blog. Hey Kathy, if you’re really reading, I think you’re the funniest lady in comedy. Margaret Cho... Eat your heart out. Life on the D-List ( now on Bravo) gives jaw-dropping gafaws and reveals that being a D-lister isn’t so bad after all.
I recently saw a pic of Princess Stephanie of Monaco. God, she looks haggard. I suppose if I went through that many husbands in such a short amount of time, I’d look like a beat-up Coach purse too. Would someone hand this woman some Oil of Olay?
I would assume royals would get better plastic surgery... I assumed incorrectly
From the ‘it’s a damn shame’ file: I’m chatting online earlier and was fairly interested in hooking up with someone for some fun offline. It’s not something I do often, but every now and then when the mood strikes, it can be an interesting diversion from the norm. So, I’m chatting with a few different guys who seem to fit the bill.
Here’s how the rest of the IM goes with all three... Almost identically.
Guy: I’m 6'0, 175, swimmers body. Looking for r/t (real time) now.
Me: Sounds cool. 6'3" 190 muscular here. Vers. Where you at in SA?
Guy: NW side. Can you come to my place?
Me: Yeah. No prob...
Guy: How much is this gonna cost me? I only got like $100
*jaw hits keyboard*
Merd. It’s times like this that I wish I hadn’t gone so wide in promoting myself as an escort. What he said totally freaked me out and suddenly what turned me on about hooking up online backfired quite rapidly. I ended up cruising to Fresh Gay Pics and jacking off. Argh.
I also took some time to shoot new pics of me using my cell. I plan to start using Blogger.com’s mobile-blogging program to send phone pics of my travels directly to the 15 Minutes site. As soon as I can figure out how to implement it, I’ll have it up and running. As for the new pics of me, I’m on a cutting-cycle at the gym and have really been seeing progress in terms of muscle definition and vascularity. I plan on only cutting down for another week or so and then it’s back to putting a little bulk on. While having a washboard stomach is nice, I don’t want to get so thin that I have Sally Struthers standing next to me asking for donations.
Anyway. Here are the pics:
Following up those, let’s start into this week’s EYE CANDY:
I fully realize that this week’s column is cut a little short, but wanted to let everyone know that if events or random tidbits pop into my head, I’ll be sure to update mid-week before the next posting. My blog is always a work in progress. I usually add at least one new thing after initially posting.
Thanks for tuning in kiddos. Until next time...
"A man can sleep around, no questions asked, but if a woman makes nineteen or twenty mistakes she's a tramp." --- Joan Rivers