Blah, Blah, Blah, Yada, Yada, Yada... The End.

And they all really did live happily ever after.

I've been postponing the inevitable for quite some time and now that I've found a few spare moments, I thought I'd put something up here and finally pull the plug on this, my little piss stain on the World Wide Interweb Tubes.


I've been a bad, bad gay blogger. I've neglected my own blog, and worse, I haven't been visiting yours for quite some time. What with Chris, my new job, and life in general, I'm finding myself spending less time online and honestly, my heart isn't in it like it was lo these past few years.

Things are going well. Though we're staying in coastal New England, this summer Chris & will be moving to a new, bigger house in Kittery, Maine. My job, which can be hectic at times, is wonderful. I'm working for a great company, and the people I work with - unlike my previous place of employment - are even greater. The funny thing is, after spending my entire working life in radio, I don't miss it nearly as much as I thought I would.

For those who missed it, I've started working for a software development firm and I love it. I have a feeling that computers (much like electricity) are going to be the wave of the future, and I want to be in on it. I predict that someday soon, people of all ages will be able to spend countless, mind-numbing hours sitting in front of small television screens, learning about all sorts of topics - topics like the current news, geography & history. Oh, and porn, too.

OK, seriously, I've met many people - including Chris, the love of my life - through this blog and I wouldn't think of trading any of it away. I've corresponded with more than a few of you via e-mail and chat, and have even spoken with some of you by phone. I certainly appreciate the opportunity.

And just so ya know, I'd welcome the chance to keep in touch with any of you who feel inclined; just tuck this e-mail address away and write when you can.

In the meantime, I was never good at long, sobbing goodbyes, so like the countless blogs that have quietly went away before mine, it's been fun, and I've enjoyed every minute of it... thanks for stopping by.

Peace out, bitches.

Happy Presidents' Day

If you're reading this on Monday, chances are you don’t have the Presidents' Day holiday off. Congratulations, because I have to work, too. I will not pause for some pointless remembrance of a couple of dead presidents who founded the country or started the Civil War, or some such shit. We have cars and big-screen teevees to buy - on credit - but at some kind of ridiculous discount, god dammit! Sorry about everything, George Washington and Abe Lincoln.


Thanks, Wonkette.

Happy Valentine's Day

The Queen Of Soul's Breasts As A Weapon

My god.


Aretha Franklin's gigundo breasts will kill you.


I honestly don't know how women walk around with those things.

Anyway, I realize that it's only mid-February and there's still plenty of winter left, but enough already. Last winter - which was my first in New England - was rather mild in comparison; it's frighteningly dreary, so much so, I've taken up an old habit: tanning salon - and it really helps.

So what if it's artificial sun? Not only do I have my tan lines back, it does wonders for my physche.

Spring is coming... just not soon enough.

Attention iLosers

So what if the holidays are over? Here's a great gift idea for all of the elitist Mac snobs that you know:


Apple introduces the new iSuit. Not only can you store up to 10,000 songs, you can also browse the web and check your e-mail all while keeping your fully erect, three inch penis in check. Amazing!

I have plenty to report, but not enough time to report it, so I'll just let you know that I've started my new job, and though my brain is rather full - what with learning the IT stuff I didn't already know, I love it.

Chris & I are well, but ready for winter to be over. I was just watching the news and we have - yet another - winter storm watch in effect for coastal New England.

Joy.

Random Weekend Post

Let's say hello to Barbra Streisand...


Shut up! I know! That's really Babs. I'm thinking that all she needs now is a cigarette in one hand and a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon in the other to totally complete the look.

I realize it's been a while since I've put anything up here, but whatta you want for nothing? I got a lot going on.

In brief, I started my new job two weeks ago and so far, I'm loving it. The money and benefits are decent and the company is even better. The people there describe the place as progressive and forward thinking, read: very gay friendly. Apparently there are homos strewn throughout the three story building, and though I don't think I've run into any yet, I'm still a natural fit.

Some things I don't have a clue about, some things I'm familiar with, and some things I need a refresher course on. There's stuff like SQL server memory configuration, terminal server setup as well as 'breaking' workstations, then getting them fixed. I'm also doing tech support and using software applications that I'm not familiar with. My brain is kinda fried, or as Chris tells me, "Your brain is full."

I'm wired, which for some reason makes me tired, but I'm so tired I can't sleep. Meantime, while Chris & the cat are snoring away, I'm here in the living room perusing the World Wide Interweb Tubes and posting this.

More later. Enjoy the weekend.

My Work Here There Is Done

It's hard to believe that it was only a week ago when I posted my New Year's Rant all about how the new year brings change, and the fact that I was seriously considering getting out of a long career in radio and changing careers. What a difference a week makes.


I had an interview with a software development company this past Monday, they called me with an offer on Tuesday morning and I walked out of the radio station for the last time that evening.

While my former employers gave me an opportunity where few exist anymore, I put up with an assload of shit at that place - and it's all in my resignation letter.

I forwarded the letter to quite a few people, and the feedback that I've gotten says that it is a true work of art. It was conceived and written for maximum effect and to blow my boss' hair dry when he read it. I've already heard word that his jaw almost literally dropped to the floor when he did. It came totally out of nowhere. Mission accomplished.

This is a letter that should be in The Letter of Resignation Hall of Fame. If there isn't such a place, they should build one and proudly display it for all to behold.

[SIDENOTE: I did have it posted here, but then thought better of it, however, if you'd like to see the most bitchinest resignation letter ever (!), holla at me, yo, and I'll send it to you right now, chop-chop. WARNING: It is a little long, but that's only 'cuz I had a lot to say.]

Anyway, I've moved on and while I'm a little sad because I still love the radio industry (but not what it's become), at the same time, I'm excited about the new job and a new career. I'm also a little nervous only because the broadcast business is the only business I know.

I'm taking a little time off to de-compress and I start the new job soon.

Stay tuned for further developments.

Peace out, bitches.