So, I’m wondering if Blogger is back up in all of its previous glory. Even if it isn’t this is just a minor update to let you all in on what’s going on over here at the Queer residence. Stephanie made me something that will be delightful to give to Ash when the time is right. Nope. Can’t say what it is. But I will mention that it definately involves the hopes for more longivity in a relationship.

Speaking of interesting things: The Fat Guy had kittens. Well, HE didn’t have kittens but one of his lil’ beasts had a whole litter full. While he mentions in his email that he doesn’t quite buy into that whole “Miracle of Life” bullshit, he did find it quite nice to have a whole bunch of lil’ things be created “out of kitties and kitty food.” I believe is the quote.

In other news, I’m all about The Sims: House Party. Check out the new expansion pack news here.
Still waiting and hoping for the Diablo 2 expansion pack soon.

Finally, it’s all about me and my cuz doing the Wrestlemania thing. No, we won’t be in Austin, Texas at the Reliant Dome (It really must be reliant if they keep having shows there) but will have it on the tube in our first ever pay per view. Salty snacks and beer abound.

Blogger is going down for a huge overhaul. They say that something is bound to break which means bad things of course for us who use the wonderful service. I’ll be slacking off with the updates until it gets to be something reliable again. Thanks for visiting and write me or something if you got somethin’ to say.

QNEWS has been updated.

You know, I really don’t understand what all the fuss is about:
So what if more than 75% of anime boys like Duo (above) are drawn, written about, marveled, and fantasized by girls It just further proves that being a pretty gay boi is what it’s all about. Well that and hard-core Japanese yaoi
(Just click around, I’m sure you’ll find something to amuse yourself with.)

A much cooler version of the previous post was in the works, but a visit to landoverbabtist.org decimated it by overloading my computer with windows. It’s a horrible thing to do to a persons computer that does no actual harm, and any real haxxor is beyond such an elementary hack. So it ends up being just a damn shame cause the cooler version of the post had boobies. I know. I know.

What the real news story says:

Douglasville, Ga

The owner of a Douglasville club catering to minors has been accused of holding wet t-shirt contests for girls as young as 14. Paul Jennings, 45, owner of Club Galaxy, was charged last week with eight counts each of sexual exploitation of a minor and contributing to deliquency of a minor. An employee at the club, Ed Nichols, 37, also has been charged. Douglasville police Chief Joe Whisenant said eight girls, ages 14-16, participated in a wet t-shirt contest March 17. Whieenant said Jennings provided the girls t-shirts and other adult employees sprayed them with water. “Parents let their kids go to this club supposing there would be chaperoned, clean fun” he said. “And the owner is allowing sexual performances by little girls.” Investigaters said they expect to make more arrests. Jennings has closed Club Galaxy as a condition of his bond. The alcohol-free club was for youths ages 14-18.

What the news story really means:

Douglasville, GA = Smutsville USA

The perverted owner of a Douglasville club pandering to underaged innocents has been already publically convicted of holding wet t-shirt contests for really young girls. Totally under the age of consent. We’re talking as young as 14 here. Paul Jennings a real pervert who is a middle aged balding guy of 45, owner of Club Galaxy, was charged last week with eight counts each of sexual exploitation of a minor and contributing to deliquency of a minor. One of his sick, twisted, cronies, Ed Nichols, 37 also middle-aged and going bald (not to mention probably a bit overweight), also has been convicted in the eyes of the divine press. Douglasville police Chief Joe Whisenant said eight tiny girls, ages 14-16 who were barely entering puberty, participated in a wet t-shirt contest March 17. Whieenant said Jennings forced t-shirts on the girls and other adult employees held them down while they sprayed them with water allowing other underaged children to see their succulant nubs. “Parents let their kids go to this club supposing there would be chaperoned, [Christianly], clean fun” he said. “And the [perverted, pedophillic] owner is [demanding] sexual performances by little girls.” Investigaters said they expect to make more arrests because no one in Douglasville believes this is the end of Satan’s work. Jennings has closed Club Galaxy as a condition of his bond. Alcohol was not served in the establishment because of the underaged nature of its patrons. In a related story, the weather element known as rain has been suggested to be outlawed in Douglasville as well.

Hey! In the Closet Boy is the first blog besides Stephanie’s that I visit daily. Shouldn’t you?

How did you do in your HSX adjusts this weekend? I would have done better if I had max shorted SAYIT, but that’s okay. It’s all about Spy Kids and Spy Kids 2 today.

So far this weekend has been a complete disaster.

Ashley, not feeling well still, ends up not going on the route with me last night. What’s that you say? Why am I still throwing papers when I’m supposed to be suspended or worse due to complaints? My manager is on vacation, that’s why. And they have 6 other routes down too. Ha-ha! Karma is a bitch.

As for today. Well, “Say It Isn’t So” sure sucked. I mean it really sucked. I knew it was going to be bad, because I’m starting to get pretty good at predicting how movies are going to be before I see them. But I was really caught off-gaurd by the sheer suckyness that was this movie. Even the MST3K guys would have had a hard time making this film watchable.

And on top of all of that: I missed coffee with the coffee group. (Mad props to Cody, Heather, Steve, Nancy, Ernie, Nate and Jessica.)

Tomorrow Ash goes to S.C. with his folks. He’ll continue spending quality time with a sister he’s really close to (But not as close as the brother and sister in “Say It Isn’t So” of course.) and I’ll have the day to myself. Not that that is necessarily a good thing. Still, I could play Diablo 2 all day and enjoy the Oscars that evening. Or perhaps see if “The Brothers” is worth a look-see. I am a film critic after all.

–Queer

Sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday. I woke a little ill, got better, played some Scrabble (it, like Innovox, is destined to be the next big gay thing didn’t you know?), downloaded some MP3s (Napster never dies.) and watched mulitple episodes of MST3k while playing Risk. And for once, I would have won if me and The Fat Guy had finished playing. Here’s to Kamatuckic beating Yamiuckituck.

–Queer

Heard from Brian at work last night that the big boss man is going to count those three wet papers from last week’s monsoon. Ironically, I didn’t get any complaints from this week’s monsoon. Naturally, I’m going nearly mad at trying to figure out:

1) How it was possible to not get any this week considering the storm was worse?

2) Why the boss isn’t going to cut me any slack considering they don’t exactly have paperboys to spare?

3) Why I’ll continue to work the rest of March as if I don’t have the number of complaints necessary to get into trouble.

Once the DPSE’s come out (that’s the report that uses mathamatics to decide how many complaints we are allowed vs. how many papers we threw.) I’ll have more than 7 which is enough to put me on the Needs Improvement list which puts me on either suspention or on my ass, jobless.

It really tears me up how this job has gone from something that was aboslute and total bliss when it came to jobs to the pain and misery that is normally associated with cubicals, customer service, or pissed off pilot unions. And when Ashley is here, which is just about constantly, he won’t allow me to sulk.

He got a job. (He was previously unemployed due to lay offs at his father’s plastic factory.) Once again a jewerly department worker at Wal-Mart. However, this go ’round, he’ll be in Conyers and not under the harsh rule of his “friend” Jennifer in Stockbridge. Maybe I can be his kept boy. The jewerly department is seperate from Wal-Mart as a company and pays much more than minimum wages.

–Queer

QNEWS has been updated.

Personally, I think it was all a trick. And I don’t necessarily appriciate your rouse, but that’s okay. I do have Ashley and as much as I really like getting into some real hot play, it doesn’t mean I can always get what I want. I’m happy enough for the continual friendship and that I got to have you for so long a long time ago. When we talked about it not being really something important anymore I guess it really was true. So here’s to all the good times they had.

(I don’t mean the above with any level of meanness by the way. The appriciate the rouse line is from “Clerks”)

And as far as your concerned Mr. Man at Kroger: That IS how I talk to my mother. She’s bigger than your mother and she’ll kick both of your asses. Besides, I’m a professional cashier and if I was still in the bizz, I could have rung up all ya’lls groceries before you could say “And we wonder what is wrong with kids today.”

–Queer

I really like this website. It’s so well designed it makes me wanna cry. It’s just too bad that it doesn’t get updated very often and sometimes their server goes awry and makes it unaccessable.

Speaking of really interesting websites, last night before papers, me and Ash took an hour on NewGrounds.com. It’s basically a website that showcases amateur (and sometimes not so amateur ) flash animation artists. Check The Portal for the user submitted stuff. Some take a while to download even for high-end modem users, and pop-ups are annoying on ANY website, but many are worth the weight. Often the humor is quite sick and violent but that’s pretty much the product of a generation who’s been told nothing is their fault and nothing is sacred. Long live the beautiful generation Y.

–Queer

So, Happy Sunday to you too. How did you do on your HSX adjusts? WHAT?! You still aren’t playing the second fastest growing game in America? (“Know Your Current Events” is number one.) Well if you WERE playing in the Hollywood Stock Market, you’d have had to make a decision on how to hold a Steven Seagal movie Exit Wounds(featuring DMX) and a Jude Law war thriller Enemy at the Gates.
Turns out I held ENEMI short and that was the wrong answer. But I held 3 times as much EXITW long which netted me about 650 thousand.

Too bad it’s not real.

Too bad this isn’t real either.

Keep it real until next update, people. I’ll let you know what’s going on with my workplace, with my boyfriend’s Bouzouki playing, and also I’ll hopefully dig up some new anime pictures for you all. Until then.

– Queer

Wrote a letter to my bosses boss in hopes to get those three complaints for wet papers off my record. That gave me enough peace to actually have somewhat of a good time early today with Ashley. ;)

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day.

The weather man said it was supposed to be sunny today and tomorrow, but in rolled the clouds. I really don’t need very many days like the other where it came a deluge on my paper route. I get enough complaints by myself to have nature help me out.

I’ll have something of more substance next time.
–Queer

I didn’t know my boyfriend was such a talented artist. Did you?

Beware the Ides of March.

I’m very unhappy this early morning.

You see, currently I’m on probation at my job throwing newspapers for the Atlanta Constitution. For the past two months I’ve been on the needs improvement list for having too many customer complaints. Personally, I don’t think I’m bad at what I do. February was a particuarly rough month, however, due to one customer calling and complaining for a week straight that his paper wasn’t exactly where he wanted it. (Even the manager got a complaint when she ran my route on a rare day off.)

Anyway, so for the month of March I am not allowed to be on the needs improvement list. This means I can only afford to get 6 complaints. I was doing pretty good. Up until last night, I had only 2. (And personally I think one of those was bogus.) But as you may know, rainstorms raked the Southeast overnight giving my particular area about 3 inches of rain. I had Ashley with me, which is a double-edged sword. See, the manager and all the people at work think that it is my boyfriend that’s causing me to get all of my complaints. And normally I’d probably conceed to this point. After all, he is a my personal porn star and could be considered a distraction. Except last night, he was the one who helped me triple bag (that’s one more bag than the required two for rainy nights) AND tied the ends of the papers for me. This is FAR and ABOVE the call of duty. We got three complaints bringing my total for the month to 5. None of the complaints were for missed papers, only wet ones, meaning Ashley had absolutely nothing to do with the complaints. (Nor was I at fault for that matter.)

I stepped into the werehouse this evening and my boss gives me that stupid fucking stare she’s been giving me whenever I’ve had a complaint or two and chirps, “Do we need to have a talk in my office?”

I said, “No. I’m through talking. You can have a talk, but I’m not talking.” I had already made up my mind that any complaints during the deluge that occured last night was not going to be my fault. After all, when they tell us to aim for grass and the grass is a lake and there is water rushing over the wooden bridges I have to cross on two of my dirt roads, and rain is falling so hard I cannot see, and I’m having to roll up and down my window 100+ times, and my papers are bagged BETTER than REQUIRED I have absolutely no qualms about my job performance.

But my opinion doesn’t matter. The complaints count and I’m one away from disiplinary action be it suspention or termination. To make matters worse: I have 15 days left in the month of March.

Whew. Thanks to Stephanie and her surprising quick grasp of HTML and template design, this blog has got a whole new look that is finally what I envisioned when I envisioned it. (Yeah, I have envisions. Don’t you?) Hope you all like what it looks like. If not, too bad. Maybe I’ll change it a third frickin’ time in the near future. Until tomorrow.
–Queer

Moo.

QNEWS has been updated.

Now, if no one got lost, you should be all people who wanted to find the usual content found at QueerDom right?

[crickets]

Oh, that’s just great. Thanks alot.

In all seriousness though, I revamped QueerDom’s main splash page which leads here as well as a few other places.

Hopefully, it will be all I need to keep everyone from falling by the wayside.

And naturally all of this work is in hopes that QueerDom will become a more popular website because I, as everyone

knows, is an praise freak. I gotta have an output and it’s got to be creative and viewed by others. Isn’t that what the internet is all about.

Well that an hard-core pornography.

Check you later. Don’t forget, QNews is going to be updated tomorrow.

–Jonathan

Elements

Fire and
Ice is
All that’s left,
When you
Increased my
Loneliness.
Heart and
Soul inside
A tempest.
I desired you
More and you
Gave me less.
Back and
Forth,
I was not
Blessed.
Boyishness:
My one
Absolute
Weakness.
So
Forget your
Selfish
Stupid quest,
I’ll not be
Party
To this
Hate fest.

Unless…
You know…

(original poetry by Jonathan)
(March 7th, 2001)

So, after tooling more with the template of the blogger thingy, I think I finally got the picture where I want it. While it still looks like crap where the mood thing and links are, I’m pretty satisfied with the cam picture at least. Perhaps I should put another picture in the green box to keep it’s margin wide enough for the links and stuff not to be so squished. These are the problems of a webmaster, by the way. Always retooling and updating something. Speaking of tools, check this picture out. Why do those darn brilliant Japanese anime artist have to constantly de-private their creations? So sad.

–Jonathan

Steph says she liked this article so much when it was linked on QueerDom’s main page, she wants it to be a link of the day. Well, I’m always interested in doing what the public demands, (NOT THAT!!) so here it is. Scary Love Baby, Scary Love.

Until next,
Jonathan

Whoa. Looks like I still am just guessing when picking the openers. While I was right in thinking “15 Minutes” wasn’t going to make much cash, I was way off where “Get Over It” is concerned. Now, the question is to keep my long or not. Don’t know what I’m talking about? It’s the HSX, of course.

Always,
Jonathan

Hiya.

Just like All Your Base Are Belong To Us and …Ate My Balls, this webpublishing tool called Blogger was poised to take over the net. Well, I just couldn’t let it finally die out without jumping on the bandwagon myself. Cause everyone knows QueerDom is the first place to look for last years styles, right?

Um. Anyway. This tool is supposed to help me update my website more than just the once a week buisness you may be used to. So feel free to check back here any time, morning, noon or night, all throughout the week to see if I’ve actually come up with something interesting to say outside of my usual Wednesday update schedule.

Always,
Jonathan