It’s Just Justin

Jackson Acquitted

I cannot explain any logic behind my reaction to the Michael Jackson verdict. I found myself smiling, shaking with anticipation. Why would I care? It would in no way directly affect my life. I have purhcased a single Jackson CD, although I have every vinyl (bequeathed to me by my parents). I am not a huge fan of him but do appreciate his impact on pop music and his incredible fight to freedom from “poverty”, a shattered household and child abuse into fame, and subsequently his anticks outside of what most would consider normal.

He lives an fantastic, at times fanatic, life. With more money than the Pope and mind perhaps more complex than that of Sybil, Jackson never fails to entertain his greater public, whether they are cheering or sneering. Antics range from dangling a baby over the banister of a four star hotel to doing a moonwalk atop one of the cars in his motorcade the first day of trial. Oh, and who can forget the nose that was no where in sight on one day or hearings?

You cannot deny one fact; Tom Sneddon will be crying into a very large crystal snifter of brandy. He has of course spent the past te years of his life, extending his retirement, trying to successfully prosecute Jackson and once again, he has failed. His self-proclaimed duty in life, unaccomplished.

So where does this live Sneddon? I am willing to bet somewhere along the lines of Marcia Clark. After losing the OJ Simpson trial, she took a “vacation” from the District Attorney’s office. …she has never returned… However, she did get $4 million to write a book over the experience. Sneddon certainly already has a book deal ready.

Michael? New world tour? That is all the gossip. However, weighing in at well under one hundred pounds, Jackson is in no condition to perform. He is as frail as he ever has been. His wicker skeleton is hidden by multiple layers of pressed cloth, two or three shirts under a suit jacket, no skin is shown and the aviator sunglasses work to hide the yellow in his eyes. He has been through hell, and has not yet made it back.

Someone needs to put him into a hospital, fill him with nutrients and an execise routine to build up muscle, even fat. At this rate, I cannot see him living more than 15 years beyond today.

While you are there, why not get on some crazy pills? I can give you some suggestions MJ. I have been through them all!

Sunny Morn!

7:00 am and the sky is bright!

Yesterday as Today will Tomorrow

I would love to say that I got pictures of the truck just outside of my neighborhood at a 45 degree angle with an enbankment, or a shot of the hit and run of a baseball bat (presumably) to the window of a BMW. I would even like to say I had pictures of the really hot guy on the Stairmaster Guantlet.

Alas, I forgot the battery for my camera, left it on the couch, and thus missed my chances of getting these pictures.

Never the one to dwell, a squatter if you will, I shall digress… …

Left my humble, quite, abode for the mall. I needed a trim, not a hair cut but a trim. I got a hair cut. Grrr. I also applied for a job at Cingular and a callback from Target.

Head the wails of the redheaded one. Powerful.

I am supposed to start classes tomorrow, only problem? I am not enrolled in any! Damn transcript.

After the haircut I headed to Gold’s Gym. I worked out for about a buck fifteen, showered up and went to Aroma’s. It was packed… but they still decided to close the room I was in. I got online, found the times for Mr and Mrs Smith, im’d a guy and before I knew my purpose in the universe, I was at his house picking him up for a movie!

Six of one, half a dozen of the other, you know what I mean?

The movie was GREAT. It has terrible reviews, however, ignore them. There is a good bit of wit, perfect acting and excellent infusion of observations made by anyone who has witnessed two married people. I laughed my ass off, well the Stairmaster Gauntlet helped… The actions scenes were fantastic. I drove home a bit wreckless and quite swiftly… ahh the influence of violence in movies haha.

This is a movie I think Geoff would like, you should go check it out!

I read more about Secretary. I am going to buy/rent it. Understanding now that it was exactly what I was claiming it to be, makes me want to see it fully. How queer… Seriously though, i think it might just be one of those great movies no one ever sees.

(Another one you would like… watch and, well you will know right away haha)

Talked to Jim tonight on the tele, good times. Alas, I must get some boredom. Interview, class, meeting and calls tomorrow.

Love you all!

iPod Shuffle for life!
…Bitches

Quote of the Year

So I am being a little egotistical when I state that the following is the quote of the year. However, I will stand by my beliefs. Crom a boo!!!

(look it up bookies)

Justin (thank you for being a classy little diamond in Sonoma County’s box of gaudy, overly dramatic costume jewelery)

Nick M. II

Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Off to pickup a “date” for Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Not a date at all but it makes me glow a little to say that haha.

Microsoft Acrylic (Mehhhhh…)

So I read an awful review of Microsoft Acrylic today so I thought I would do my own. Later. So far I really hate it, but it is beta and perhaps I just need to get used to it.

The Beautiful One (cont.)

So I am home now. Clay and I (the guy who called me beautiful) headed to this bar called The Black Cat. It is a lesbian bar about 10 minutes out of Santa Rosa. It was such a blast! Neither of us drank anything and we had so much fun.

Beth, one of the bartenders, was having her going away party tonight. She is moving to Costa Rica. I sure wish I had brought my camera with me. It was a Kodak moment if ever there was to be a Kodak moment. We drove back to Aroma’s singing to Enrique! LoL! What a trip.

Prior to writing this post, typing rather, I was watching Secretary on the Oxygen network. It is really interesting. Someday I will have to watch it all the way through, however, I had to stop it. Had I not, well you would not get this post!

So I left off writing about the perfect meal.

Started off with a simple table wine, brie and bread. That was followed up with a light salad (frisee!!!) and an onion soup. Next up was a chateaubriand atop garlic mash potatoes, with a mushroom and white wine butter sauce. Three or five sprigs of asparagas sat next to the hefty prime beef, sitting opposite a ginger/citrus delite (to cleanse your pallete for the desert). Ah, the desert was a trio of creme brulee, rum, trouffle and vanilla. Opera music played in the background of the dimly lit eatery making this affair be of extraordinare.

Then off to Santa Rosa where I observed an exciting number of antique and classic cars gallabanting around town. I have such a love for car shows. I remember my very first car show, the Houston Auto Show 1997 with James Brown and my dad. My next car show I joined James and his father. Drove around until I realized I really just wanted Aroma’s. What an interesting site I saw as I pulled into Aroma’s. A little man completely surrounded by oceans of colorful balloons. It was quite the site, he must’nt be any much taller than the parking meters layed in rows up and down downtown Santa Rosa. Can you even see him in there? It took me a good while to find the guy!

I hung out at Aroma’s for a few hours, had some bagette for lunch with a mocha frio to wash it down. After a good bit there I decided to head out to Gold’s to workout.

Gold’s was a blast! It felt so great to workout and I even showered there! LoL! I was told by several people that the showers were kind of shady. With a little hesitation I took the corner to find myself standing before six empty showers. I hopped into the shower and did my usual routine. :-)

Back to Aroma’s, but only for a moment. I decided that a stroll around town would be a great idea. I headed right behind Aroma’s to take a picture of the sun setting along with the crescent moon’s lazy gaze. I never can set a permenant personality to the moon. Perhaps it is its perpetual metamophosis which keeps me from drawing any solid conclusions. TOnight the moon was in mourning. Something lost, perhaps simply time. I felt he was realizing just how much time has pased before his self. Perhaps he knew the last time it would ever happen or maybe it was that he will never have an end that had my faceless friend upset.

There are a few old rail cars in the field behind Aroma’s. I was tempted to hop the barbed wire fence and explore the beasts of burden, as they once were. Alas, my fear of law’s rath turned me towards other explorations. Before I left the site, I imagined what Dave would have done. For sure he and I would have created some alter reality in this discovery. Perhaps with his influence I would have conquered that fence. Alas, I turned towards civilization…

That is to say I headed to Chop’s. I totally thought this was a restaurant, a steakhouse of sorts. NOPE! Not at all. It is a teen center! I stumbled inside and guess who I saw… The girls I seem to find every night I hang out in Santa Rosa. They told me more about the teen center, showed me around, invited me out this Thursday at 7:00 for Positive Images. I think I might volunteer at the teen center this summer. Next door the bright and friendly sign of Michele’s caught my increasingly effervescent eyes and mind. Ahhh, thought I, this is the restaurant who’s Charlie Brown was stolen. (There are Charlie Brown’s all over town, like the Cows in Houston, New York, Chicago, etc)

Beautiful little restaurant on the inside. I peeked in to see not a single patron. What a sad sight. You would think a place as bright and exciting as Michele’s would be filled to the brim with bright and exiting people. Not the case here.

Across the street I found a quartet of children playing on the side walk. Their game was all their own. At first I envied them and their freedom. Almost as quickly I realized that I had no less freedom. I have found myself, free.

Off to walking again… I followed the tracks all the way back to Aroma’s. One time, three times, a Hummer limousine circled my block, green lights streamed across its sides as it searched for a parking spot large enough to acoomodate its conglomeration of steel and polycarbon.

I detoured from my supposed former destination to walk up fourth street. The Last Day Saloon was hopping with people, the music poured out of the doors as steadily as the beer from the taps. I have heard that it is a great place to hang out, no gays in sight! hehe I absolutely adore their sign, not sure what it is about the design that captures my attention…

I talked to Mike R while I walked back to Aroma’s (count em, how many trips to Aroma’s today?!)

This is now the point where I was re-introduced to Clay (the beautiful). We started talking about his sociological theories and reconnoitre the people around us. I had no idea how homogenous Santa Rosa’s people are until he pointed out several of his observations to me.

So we then ended up hopping into his Eurovan (those things are kick ass!) and heading towards Penngrove to Black Car Bar and Cafe. Had a gay ol’ time there and then headed back to… you guessed it.

I bumped into the former scary guy, now kinda cute guy and Peter, a guy I met yesterday. He is from Amsterdam and a great conversationalist. Clay and I talked with Peter a good while about nearly everything, Clay headed out early while Peter and I to continued our conversation a little. He is a very nice guy, one I would love to get to know better.

I guess that is really it for now. I am going to get some sleep!

Love you all.

Oh, but first…

Listening to: Kelly Osbourne - Sleeping In The Nothing - One Word

The Beautiful One

So I am sitting at Aroma’s, just uploading photo’s and listening to the live jazz music right? Then from behind comes the guy who said I was beautiful!

He is sitting across from me right now, working on some paperwork for Berkeley. He knows the scarey guy that stares at me… Turns out he is a really nice guy, he is brilliant, but was struck by lightening! So that explains his blank stare haha. He looks cuter now that I know he is not a crazy!

Today was fun. I got up, listened to the new Kelly Osbourne album, pretty good by the way. Then hit up a little podcast time, listened to Keith and the Girl. They were putting down the Dawn and Drew Show, those bastards! They are just jealous of the Dawn and Drew Show success. Grrr hehe.

Went downtown to Aroma’s to register for classes (online), grr for transcript problems, again. Story of my life!

I went to a job interview at Fife’s Resort. It is 100 years old! I just google’d them…

“A gay resort on the Russian River with accommodations including cabins, camping, restaurant, bar, and pool.”

Can’t wait for my parents and rest of the family to google them tonight, yikes. I did not know it was gay haha.

The interview was really tough though! Beyond a regular interview, I was asked to define words, easy. Then asked the difference between searing and sauteeing. Easy enough. Then asked the differences between Cow, Goat and Sheep’s milk. Uhmm, not too bad. Then asked how frisee, endive, trouffle, confit, etc, was prepared. Yikes! I had most of it down, the frisee was the toughy. I did not know it was just curly endive! Argh!

I also was asked to plan the ideal dining experience and explain why I made the choices I did.

Started off with a simple table wine, brie and bread. (oops! interruption)!!!

off to hit a bar with beautiful guy haha

more later!

Things to Write About

Today -

Job interview

Darryl

Garden State

Keith and the Girl (boooo)

Aroma’s

Contractor’s thoughts on Geurneville

Meanwhile, I am off to Gold’s Gym to workout! Catch you hotties later.

I am full of excitment right now, a peak of happiness.

Don’t forget to vote for my site. I am Number 14 now, hope’n and pray’n for a top ten spot!

There is much to write about these days. Over to the right you can see my big topics I need to expose. They will be classic Justin posts… beware!

Oh, and Andrew, I absolutely love your LV bag. What a great deal! I am loving my little Old Navy canvas “man purse”, but in the market for something a little more elegant.

Plus, a review on Auntie Mame (so far a completely fabulous read!)

Love you all. Keep on keeping on, I always say…

You would Never Guess

Darryl emailed me today. Holy crap! I can’t wait to talk to him.