Whose Line Is It Anyway?

Back when I used to watch tv all the time (i.e. when I had cable), one of my favorite shows to watch was Whose Line Is It Anyway. It can be found on ABC Family channel most nights.

I don't know how anybody could watch this clip and still believe that Richard Simmons has any straight bone in his body. But this is by far one of the funniest skits that they ever had. And I have never seen this in reruns, so I believe it got censored off after it was shown. Enjoy.

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Mikey Mouse

George Michael Beckett
May 10, 1967 - April 30, 2004

Today would have been Mikey's 41st birthday.

I met Mikey in the year 2000. It was a Friday night, and I was busy working at Ruby's (one of the local gay bars). That particular night I was barbacking (keeping the ice filled, restocking liquor/beer, washing glasses and keeping the bar clean). At the time I was behind the downstairs bar helping out the bartender. Lynda (the owner of the bar) called me over, she had been talking to Mikey. I had met him before, but Lynda said he was a good friend of hers. I had been watching Mikey most of the night, I thought he was a very good looking guy. Well, it turns out he liked me too. All night, I would turn around and there he would be.

When it rains, it pours. I had been single since 1997. But a few months before I met Mikey, I had started seeing John. The problem was John lived in Milwaukee (over 4 hours away). The night before I met Mikey, John had called. We talked about what we were wanting out of a relationship. Turns out John had been dating a few other guys for awhile and was looking for nothing more than the occasional fling between his other guys. No offense, but not really what I was looking for. So the next night, I met Mikey and all of the sudden, John was history.

Mike and I were together until his death in 2004. Our time together was very short, and while it wasn't perfect, we made the best of the time we had together. I still wake up some nights expecting him to be in bed next to me. And quite often I will listen to see if I can hear him breathing. But I am always brought back to reality with the realization that I am alone and he is no longer here.

Happy Birthday Mouse, I miss you!

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Captain Klutzo Strikes Again

Let me start this off by saying....I will be the first to admit, I was born with 2 left feet. And by that I mean, I am a complete klutz!

Last Sunday, I was woken up by the dog around 6am. That is the norm around here, she usually gets up between 3 and 6am. Me on the other hand, I am a night owl. The night before I went to bed around 2am. So I was woken up with only 4 hours of sleep. I took the dog out and she did her business outside. The problem is that I have to be at work at 9am. So instead of going back to sleep (and sleeping through my alarm, which I have done many times), I decide to do a load of laundry.

So still half-asleep, I grab a laundry basket full of clothes, the detergent and a handful of quarters. The washer/dryer are located in the basement of this old apartment building. To get to the basement, you have to go down very steep concrete steps located outside. Now, half way down the steps, my "2 left feet syndrome" kicks in, I somehow missed a step, and end up falling down. As I am trying to stop the fall, I throw the laundry basket (full of dirty jeans and detergent). After the embarrassing event ends, I realize that I didn't break anything. But my left knee and both elbows are missing some skin. The elbows were pretty minor, but my left knee is missing 2 chunks of skin (both about the size of a silver dollar). Luckily, at 6am, nobody else was awake to watch my stupidity. So for the rest of the day, I limp around, reminded of the event by the pain in my left knee.

Later that night, I went with D (the ex) to a dinner at a nice steakhouse. There is a local group of gay men that meet once a month for dinner. I have never been able to attend because they meet on the first Monday night of each month, and I work every Monday night. This month, they were meeting on Sunday because they were meeting a similar group from Lafayette, Indiana, that meets on Sundays. D and I have never been to one of these dinners, so we knew nobody there. While eating my steak, there was a little bit of pain in one of my front teeth. When I got home, I flossed my teeth and realized that one of my teeth was loose. I unknowingly must have hit my mouth on the laundry basket when I threw it. So on Monday, I made an appointment with my dentist for Tuesday. While the tooth hurt, the pain wasn't that bad. But by Monday night, the pain had become unbearable. Luckily, I still have some pain killers from my last visit to the doctor for my sciatic nerve. Only after taking those pain killers was I able to fall asleep.

While at the dentist, he says he needs a new set of x-rays of my teeth. After taking a look at the loose tooth, he informs me the tooth is infected and there is a good chance that I could lose the tooth. Great! He prescribed some antibiotics and pain killers for me. I am to meet him again next week so we can discuss the plan of what to do with my teeth. He says I will have to go see as specialist, and the specialist will know more about if they can save the tooth or not. But long story short, for the past few days I have been in some extreme pain all over my body (knee, elbows and teeth). And instead of seeing the dentist, maybe I should see a doctor about my 2 left feet.

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