October 2005

I Just Won’t Shut Up.

I’m still getting a ton of e-mail about the cancellation of “Judging Amy”, seems I’ve climb to the top of the Google heap or something. Like myself, there are some mighty pissed “Judging Amy” fans out there!!!

Here’s the person you want to talk to:
Mr. Leslie Moonves
President & CEO
CBS Entertainment
51 West 52nd Street
New York, NY 10019
(212) 975-4321

I did not cancel “Judging Amy” (I’m proud to say that I am nowhere near that stupid.). I am not affiliated with CBS. I’d really like the show to come back, and would at least appreciate a response from CBS acknowledging that they have at least received my e-mails, letters and postcards, but I think they’re afraid to admit they made a mistake. So keep bombarding them!

Give 212-975-4321 a phone call and tell them how you feel. Ask for Les Moonves if you want, he’s the one that took “Judging Amy” off the air. Give that phone number a call and tell them how upset you are that “Judging Amy” is no longer on CBS. They love the phone calls.



Originally uploaded by macwarriorny.

It’s is an absolutely lovely day here in Upstate N.Y. The sun is shining brightly. Ladybugs are dancing on the window screens. The winds are warm at a balmy 63 degrees. There’s a magic in the air that can not be described by mere words.

Tonight ghosts and goblins will roam the streets looking for some candy to celebrate Halloween. Pranksters will throw some eggs or squirt some shaving cream to make their mark on society.

Tonight we will light some candles (in lieu of the traditional bonfire) and thank the Universe for all that we have been blessed with.

Today is truly a glorious day.


Earl and I attended my family’s traditional Thanksgiving-Christimas dinner at Halloween celebration today. The tradition started nine years ago when my grandfather remarried and started going to Florida right after Election Day. Since he and his wife weren’t going to be around for the holidays, we’d all celebrate early with a delicious buffet and a smattering of presents. It was a good time to get together with all my cousins and such and catch up with the family.

I didn’t know if the tradition would continue since my grandfather passed on in July, but I was glad to find out that everything was going to go as planned. So Earl and I trucked up north and went through the whole early holiday dinner routine. It was good to catch up with the family and share some stories. It’s probably the last time we’d see my sister before she heads back to Moscow to join her boyfriend while he plays hockey. She’s going to be gone until April this time. This is going to be an odd holiday season. Thank goodness for the internet and webcams.

Perfect Timing.

For most of the United States, at 2 a.m. daylight saving time will come to an end. Before you go to bed, be sure to set your clock back one hour if you live in an area observing Daylight Saving Time.

I’ve already ranted about Daylight Saving Time once this year, so I won’t do it again. I’m just happy that when I awake tomorrow morning, my body will once again be in sync with the earth and I won’t be trying to fool it by thinking it’s an hour later than it already is.

I just know I’ll feel much, much better.

Halloween Pressure.

Earl and I just returned from a friend’s Halloween party. We had a blast hanging out with everyone and the food was delicious and it was a romping good time. On the flip side, I feel like a big weight has been lifted from my shoulders because it was a costume party. And I’m not really that good at costumes.

I’m afraid my gay card will be taken away.

I always think of the *perfect* Halloween costume on November 3rd. It’s a given. I look back at the festivities we attended and say “oh, I should have dressed up like Spiderman” or something like that. This year I had absolutely no idea what to wear for tonight’s costume party so Earl and I went as Eagles football fans. Not very ingenious since we are Eagles fans, but a comfortable costume nonetheless that allowed us the luxury of hanging out in football jerseys without the fear of dragging a bat’s wing through a cheese dip or a mistakenly leaving a Zsa Zsa Gabor diamond in the fruit punch.

Now I’m looking back at the party and thinking I should have worn a barber’s smock and thrown a comb and a pair of scissors in the pocket and gone as a barber. I think a barber with a shaved head would have been cute. See, I always think of these things too late.

The last time I had a really original costume was in the early to mid 1990s when I dressed up as a bag of recycleables. I wore nothing but a blue recycleables bag and hung a bunch of soup cans and pop bottles off of it. It was a bit drafty but I didn’t feel fat because I wasn’t in a Hefty bag after all and it was environmentally conscious. And very suggestive. Good thing I was single at the time.

I think I’m going to make a note to review this blog entry in mid October 2006 so that I’m better prepared next year. Barber smock. It’ll look great.

Blog Maintenance.

This blog has been the victim of “comment spam” for the past couple of hours, so I’ve turned on the TypeKey registration service for those that wish to leave a comment. I don’t know if it’s going to help or not, but I’m hoping it will.

The internet was so cool at one time. Now it’s become so commercial. Bah, I say, BAH.

Left Field.

I often pride myself on my gaydar. It’s tuned pretty well. I have a relatively easy time picking gay men and lesbians out in a crowd.

George Takei (Star Trek’s Sulu) however never produced a single blip on my gaydar, shields up or down, but there he is.


This morning I awoke feeling refreshed, centered and absolutely excited about the prospect of going to work this morning. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, but I hope the feeling doesn’t go away.

The reason I find this is odd is because I am working the 7 a.m. to 4 p.m. shift today and I usually don’t do well in the morning. I also offered to take a few days of on-call next week for a co-worker because she is working on getting her graduate degree and is a bit swamped in school work.

It could be because of the date I have with my best beau tonight (that would be Earl, by the way). We’re going out to dinner and a movie and then perhaps try our luck at the casino if we feel so inclined. We’ve been going at 1,000 MPH for the past month or so, often in different directions, so this time for just the two of us is a welcomed experience.