Big Fat Hairy Living

We went out to lunch today to celebrate the retirement of one of the people I work with. He’s been working with the company for 42 years, so there were lots of speeches about all the great work the retiree had done. His manager made a speech about how much of a mentor was, and specifically mentioned how impressed he was with the fact that the retiree had never lost his cool, and always stayed calm and professional.

It was almost inspiring.

The strangest thing happened last night. I popped onto gay.com thinking that I’d check it out for a few minutes. Almost immediately, I got a private message from a really hot friend-of-a-friend. He started chatting me up and flirting with me, and eventually it came out that he’s had a thing for me since he’s met me. I’d never clued into that at all. Now he wants to hook up and possibly become a regular fuck buddy.

I’m still shocked.

I was supposed to go to see the Sheppard subway yesterday, but I was upset and ended up not going. I went for a walk, then stayed home and sulked.

Of course, the one evening I didn’t want to talk to anyone, the phone kept ringing off the hook.

I just got back from an orgy. The hosts were nice and they put on a nice party, but….

It’s funny how someone who’s trying to be nice and make you feel good can end up making you feel very, very ugly. I had my eye on a cute bear for most of the beginning of the night, and after some chatting and some groping, I ended up giving him a blow job. He was friendly, but didn’t seem to pay much attention to me after he came. I felt like a sympathy fuck.

At least he tried to be nice to me, unlike the cheesy ugly French loser who told the guy I was blowing that he could do a much better job — while I was blowing him! During the blow job, the French dork started talking about how he’s furry with a dick that’s always hard, just like a Rottweiler. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to take the dick out of my mouth and scream to that cheesy freak that yes, he is a dog.

Nobody else paid much attention to me at all, so I suppose I should be thankful for the cute bear who let me blow him.

National Review Online: “A little invasion is precisely what Canada needs … If the U.S. were to launch a quick raid, blow up some symbolic but unoccupied structure — Toronto’s CN Tower, or an empty hockey stadium — Canada would rearm overnight.”

And right-wing loonies in the US wonder why there’s anti-Americanism in “Canuckistan,” as Pat Buchanan calls it.

A reporter for the National Putz was at rehearsal tonight. She watched the entire rehearsal and asked people questions during break and after rehearsal. She interviewed me!

I also got to stand beside Dav for part of the rehearsal. I bet he has no idea how sexy he is.

One of the big companies my employer does contract work for refers to its part numbers as commodity codes, or comm codes. Some people leave out the space and refer to them as “commcodes.”

Today I got an e-mail from someone asking me for a commode for some new chips we’re using.

Rest in peace, Douglas.

Many people spoke about Douglas’ achievements and about his life. I feel like I’m a poorer person for not having known him better. I was left with one lingering impression from the wake:

One person can make a difference.

I wonder what I can do with that thought.