Boozhy: a blog

Boozhy's Back: And With a Vengeance

I've been getting e-mails prodding me to begin blogging again.  And, it's true I do miss it.  That said, I needed a summer break to decompress, but now that summer is over and the Campaign season is in full gear, I'm baaaaccckkk. 

Lots to talk about folks.  Check back often and feel free to communicate with me directly, your comments will likely make it into the blog as the blog is to be more interactive this time around.

Boozhy Himself: Facebook Reduces My Previously Unflappable Self Confidence to 8th Grade Levels

I log on to Facebook today, just to check up on my peeps and my scrabulous games and I see that I have a new invite.  The message tells me that the new application "Spark" allows friends and friends of friends to rank your desirability as a mate.  It then tells me that 7 of my friends and my friends' have voted on my desirability.  So I bite, I go ahead and add the application and am greeted with the above message.  I hate Facebook.

Boozhy Himself: Rechristened

My friend Aaron totally thinks I'm butch. 

Boozhy Travels: Provincetown

It seems I'm being stalked papa-razzi style on my summer vacation.  I'm receiving e-mails from friends that pictures of me are popping up on random Provincetown sites peppered around the web.  I've provided evidence in the photo, which must have been taken with a zoom lens from quite a distance as I didn't even NOTICE the photo being taken (I think the blogger who took the photo is stalking me).

Many of you may have noticed that I haven't been posting as much.  If you haven't noticed, than you really should read my blog more often (it's good, I promise).  I've been in Provincetown and adjusting to the gentler slower climes of a town in which I focus on tennis, skateboarding, brunch and loafing.  I'm back now.  I've adjusted and I will post more regularly moving forward.  Thanks for allowing me a break!

Boozhy Himself: What I've Been Up To...

Sorry I haven't been posting.  I'm still alive and relatively happy.  I have been staffed on a project in Hartford, CT.  The work days are long, often pushing 12 hours.  BUT, before you go feeling too sorry for me, Hartford, CT is about 3 hours closer to Provincetown AND work pays for the trip there each weekend, so I'm very happy.  The 12 hour work days are certainly countered by weekends jam packed with tennis, bike rides and sun soaking.  So, with all of this on my plate, you can understand that I've been a little out of the loop.  I will make an effort to post more regularly now, even if it's just a quickie.

That said, I would like to air a complaint (natch):

I'm wondering why my invitation to another NYC gay blogger event was once again lost in the e-mail.  You see, my friend Tony, always gets invited to the NYC gay blog parties, there seems to be one or two a season.  And he then posts on how fun they are.  And how he saw this cute boy or that cute boy and met this guy and that guy.  Me, I don't get to do any of that.  I WAS invited to a gay blog party a little over two years ago at a bar called x/s.  Ollie and I both attended and had quite a fun time.  But, I guess we weren't so liked (or maybe I was deemed absurdly boring or ugly) as I have not received an invite since.  I do however, read about the fun escapades on blogs such as Tony's.  So, I guess it's ALMOST like going.  Not that I want to go or anything...

Boozhy Himself: I Have a Quickflash Dream Call to Arms

While reading We, Like Sheep I dozed off and had one of those quickflash dreams in which I was required to jump to arms at the sight of Eric's photo of Le Pan Quotidian (a restaurant I curiously heart, although I can't eat anything in the place as I have Ciliac Disease).  I woke quickly and nearly jumped out of my chair throwing my arms in the air.  I caught myself just in time. 

Boozhy Musings: Is There a Statute of Limitations on Feeling Slighted?

While logging into Friendster just now, I suddenly remembered something that I should have taken exception to nearly four months ago.  And I am wondering, is there a Statute of Limitations on feeling slighted? 

A little over four months ago I lost my phone (yes the fifth in two years) and along with the phone I lost all of my phone numbers.  As a response I posted a bulletin on Friendster to be sent to all the friends in my network (over 80 at the time of posting) stating:

All, I lost my phone and all of my phone numbers, could you please e-mail me your phone number so that I can call you from time to time :-)

And as I logged onto Friendster this evening, I had the sudden realization.  Not ONE PERSON, responded to my bulletin!  Can you believe???!!!!?  Not ONE PERSON believed it important enough to send me a quick email with their phone number, in FOUR MONTHS. 

As soon as that realization dawned on me I was furious.  And now I'm chock full of righteous indignation, planning the horrible things I will say to my friends when I see them. But, is it too late?  Did the fact that I didn't realize I was slighted until just now, nearly four months later, deprive me of my right to be indignant? 

Boozhy Himself: Phobias

I have added "paraskavedekatriaphobia" to the list of phobias from which I suffer.

Boozhy Miscellania: It's April 12th, You Know What That Means?

We posted previously of our disdain for the stupid stadium-lit spinning pink cupcake next door to our apt building, and also posted with delight that the dumb kitschy cake must be removed.  Well, despite stupid signs like the above, today is the deadline for the cupcake's removal.  YAY!  Victory!

Boozhy Photos: And This is How I Roll