Pattern, updated

In a post a while back (Pattern) I mentioned the first several major releases of M. Night Shyamalan and how boys were central to their story. Then I mentioned the absence of boys in his later work, and the much weaker audience response.

Well, very soon there will be a new Shyamalan movie. The Last Airbender. Guess who the central character is. An extremely powerful, very playful, immature, adorable, heroic 12-year-old boy!  Or 112-year-old boy, depending on how you count it…

The movie is based on Avatar: the Last Airbender which aired on Nickelodeon. Three seasons of around 20 half-hour episodes. I recently discovered the series (through the movie trailer, actually) and watched it twice through in a row! It is VERY good, whether you be adult or child; boylover, gay or straight; male or female. I recommend you go watch the show!

Sadly, I do not have high hopes that returning a boy to the central role of Shyamalan’s movie will prove to be an omen of high quality. Unless the trailer is just very cheesily cut, it doesn’t look like it will ever move beyond cliché YA flick. Such a shame…


I’m all out of T

Well, this wasn’t what I was thinking of when I announced my return, but I was amused, so here we go! (We need more humor about boylove in the main stream. Nothing normalizes a group like humor. If nothing else, it get’s it out of the realm of taboo and into conversation.)

A friend of mine sent me a note today about an ironic experience…

LOL! I was just at the lunch truck…and I ordered a BLT. The vendor said, “sorry bub… I’m all out of T. I can do a BL though. You feeling like a BL type of guy this morning?” Hahahaha!

If only he knew! The most ironic thing is, while my friend is a BL (boylover), he goes through periods when the more stereotypical “boy” (that your media-portrayed child molester would go for) is too young for his taste, and he could almost be considered gay. And he is in just such a phase right now. So, no. He’s not feeling like a BL type of guy this morning.

Yes, I know. My humor is twisted. See my previous post. :P

Among my friends, I am infamous for bad jokes and humor that most people find more annoying than funny. Here is a favorite of mine:

So, two muffins are sitting in a microwave, spinning around on that little turny thing. One muffin turns to the other and says, “Christ! it’s hot in here.” The other muffin says, “Holy crap! A talking muffin!!”

I bring this up because this blog has become much like a muffin. You know it’s there, and you look at it every now and then, maybe even “consuming” some of it. But you certainly wouldn’t expect it to SAY anything! Well, not any more. THIS BLOG IS NO LONGER A MUFFIN!!!!

Just sayin… Of course, I don’t know WHAT I’ll post. Or when. But I definitely feel something coming. :P


Obviously, I haven’t been here for a while.  I have decided to go indefinitely inactive with this blog.  Thank you to those who have been reading and checking back in vain for new material.  I’m sorry I left you hanging.

If/when I return, I doubt I’ll be doing journal posts, but rather posting stuff written specifically for this blog.  I don’t know when that will be, so don’t hold your breath, but if you’re interested feel free to check back every 7 months or so.  :)

Thanks again!  It was fun.



Suddenly I’m very busy. I’m singing two concerts with The Good Choir and they have lots of rehearsals.

Yesterday was Tertiary Adjunct’s 9th birthday. (Younger brother of the twins 1of2 and 2of2) I had planned to wish him a happy birthday, but of course I chickened out. I failed to ask 1of2 and 2of2 about the dance they were doing in the parking lot last week too. Most of the older choirboys were doing it. Some sword dance for the end of the school year festivities it seems. Oh well.

New roomies

The Boys are moving in in July. I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, it will please my father to have another source of rent. And it will ease my burdon slightly having someone to share the utilities. Also, I’ll have company again.

On the other hand, I’ll have company again. I’ve gotten very comfortable living alone. Not needing to be careful at home. Not only will I need to keep myself more in check (I won’t be able to write these entries at my kitchen table) but I wouldn’t put it entirely past Boy Wonder to snoop. He and Bread Winner are convinced that I’m gay and just need some help coming out. Problem is, these two are not high on my list of people who can handle the truth. So I’m going to need to be extra cafeful. All sensitive files must be protected, papers kept locked away.

I probably need a safe. I can’t afford one, but it would solve many issues. I could keep my journals and all my other writings in it confident that they wouldn’t be casually browsed while I’m in England.

I’m going to England. Did I fail to mention that? I sang an Evensong at another church last week. After the service, the director asked if I’d be available to tour England with them over the summer. Turns out, I am.