Nate’s Place

I received a very bizarre and grammatically inane comment today on my ‘About Me’ page. 

I dare say it leaves me scratching my head, so I am going to post the comment here and request that one Emily Coles please respond, because in 4 plus years of writing this blog, (or attempting to write about topical issues) I have never been so confused by a comment which makes me wonder if this person is even writing to the correct person.

Comment (not altered in any way):

to Nate your home page pictures are disgusting who are you a social idiot noone will like you I dont and im the first to comment!So if i was you i would take them rude pictures off and the writing and have a better website!

I am very confused.  Which ‘rude’ pictures are you talking about?  I can handle being termed a social idiot…there are plenty of people over the years that may not care for me, but I wonder since this is your first visit, what qualifies me as a ’social idiot’?  Please educate me on how I may have a better website and how to stylize my writing? 

Emily, should I use no grammar, punctuation, and have run-on and fragmented sentences such as yours so you may understand better?  Shall I dumb this site down to a fifth grade reading level so you may comprehend?

jsut kurios On how i offenddeddd u.  (j/k)

Are you friends of Bondas and just giving me a hard time?

Yesterday I was listening to the mindless drivel which is Cosmo Radio on Sirius either because I really am that bored of any other program or maybe I tempt my sanity on putting up with the same mindless talk day in and day out.  It always seems to me that the hosts seem to take them 10 minutes to get out a single point and espousing the listeners to call-up by repeating their phone number 20 times a minute ad-nauseum. 

Anyway, Sarah and Brian (the hosts) they were speaking of yet another variation (I swear, it’s basically the same topic every other day) of lame relationship “What if’s”…when finally someone said something about getting that one-person out of your head.   They were referencing ‘The Hills’ of all things and how I guess Lauren is hung up on some guy, and most likely why she is hung up on him is that she hasn’t fulfilled all her conquest mindset in one matter or another.

They went on to wonder how many people out there in a current relationship would through it all away to go back to something just to fulfill a fantasy, even if it were a brief fling.  I think it was Brian who asked how many women would be willing to risk a 3 year relationship with their current boyfriend only to spend a week or so with some guy from their past to possibly ‘get them out of their system’.

For the first time in a long time this actually got me thinking of my own desires and ‘unfinished business’.  I was becoming intrigued by some of the responses…..including my own thoughts.

Bella is my Achilles heel.  My blog entries in the past cannot even do justice to the amount of emotional turmoil and ridiculous amounts of arguments we had.  We clearly are two completely opposite personalities with opposing viewpoints on just about everything under the sun.  Yet, for only God knows why, I can’t get her out of my system, and it has been practically 15 years.  Even when we were officially broken up (for the 10thtime it seemed), we always managed to ‘hook up’ under the most inane circumstances.   I lost a lot of respect for her when she cheated on her boyfriends….but she cheated on them withme.  I’m not sure if it was the thrill of the chase, the taste of the ‘forebidden’ fruit of getting something you aren’t supposed to have, and maybe the thrill of getting away with it.  I don’t know.  But i don’t blame her.  Hell, as much as I despised that behavior, I was just as guilty of participating and luring her over and over again.  Perhaps I empowered her, and she empowered me.

As I continued to drive home, my wheels started spinning again and the underpaid data technician within my head began digging up the old A/V tapes of yesteryear and began to play them in my head all over again.

It was if I was watching a sexual montage of Bella’s and my body twisting together in all the real scenarios we experienced together in 3 second blocks.  There was her on top of me wearing only a t-shirt, there was me fingering her in the car while she drove, there was us in the backseat of my car making the two headed beast, the time she asked me to tie her up, to cum on her chest, to eat the chocolate frosting from her wet snatch, giving me head in an alley way in the cover of darkness.  Oh Bella was a fine teacher…I really do owe her a lot in that regard.  She worked her wiles upon me and I was hooked.  Many of the techniques she first introduced to me were repeated many a time over with others I had been with since.

You’ll remember I stated a few months back I tracked her down.  I have her phone number.  I know where she works.  I know she’s now married and has a young son.  As tempted as I am, and believe me, I am….I won’t interject into a marriage.  Heck if she was divorced or just dating, I most likely would call again….but not now.  I may be accused of a lot of things, but a marriage-wrecker…nope.

You know, today, I can still almost paint a perfect picture of her naked body in my head.

So why am I going down memory lane again today?  Well it leads into an upcoming post about goin’ commando.

Hhhhrrrmmmppphhhh….

I can’t even think of a title. 

I’ve really have had a bad case of writers block lately.  Looking back at the last few entries, the quality is embarrassingly sub-par.  It’s like my mind and fingers aren’t in sych with the rest of the world I am taking in. 

It appears I am in a rut and really having a hard time getting excited about ANYTHING.  I’d talk about the shovelheads I work with, but that just seems repetitive anymore.  Big Brother, Survivor, Top Chef, and many of my other reality shows just seem to be going through the motions this season.  Politics aren’t even inspiring now.

One person sent me a pic of their personal stash of sex-toys.  She’s a woman, and I noticed in the basket that there were much more anal toys than others types.  I don’t know why that struck me as odd….I never pictured her as the backdoor type.  Who knew?

Yeah…gym is just the gym right now.  Work is just work.  Neighbors are just neighbors. 

I think I have been just plain bored the last week and never really realized until now….when I just typed it….because I can’t think of anything else to type.

Well, it’s not a ’sexy’ song perse, but it has a great chorus and the lyrics are nice and understandable.  It is very melodic, upbeat (like most anthems should be) and dare I say ‘pretty’.  You guys know I have an eclectic taste in music, so I wanted to share with you a song by Filo + Peri.  It’s has a very unique guitar breakdown wihich is generally consided unusual in trance as most songs in the genre are all synthesizer.  The lyrics are sung by Eric Lumiere, and this song, “Anthem”, already had quite a few remixes from various DJ’s.

Lately I’ve been feeling the same
I’ve being losing hope, resisting the pain
It’s cold outside, I wish it were clearer
Sometimes its just easier to turn around then look in the mirror

This is an anthem for the girl that got away
This is an anthem for the war of yesterday
This is an anthem for the rebel of my youth
This is an anthem for the risk of loving you

Sometimes when I go to sleep
My life spins out in front of me
Like a hurricane, a bottle of wine
Sometimes its easier to let something else control your life

This is an anthem for the girl that got away
This is an anthem for the war of yesterday
This is an anthem for the rebel of my youth
This is an anthem for the risk of loving you

This is an anthem for the girl that got away
This is an anthem for the war of yesterday
This is an anthem for the rebel of my youth
This is an anthem for the risk of loving you

• I hate the fact that the guy behind me is so fricken nosey and eats with his mouth open…always.
• I have no energy today after lunch…which was small…but I had a lot of liquids due to the fact I am super thirsty, and now my gut looks like I’m pregnant.
• I’m burnt out (at least today) on my career.  I want to be home gelling.
• I always have a tinge of guilt after self-gratification.
• I had really bad gas last night and this morning and I have no idea why.  My diet has not taken on anything abnormal the last few days.
• I’m very sore from the gym this weekend, but would like to try to go tomorrow anyway.
• I got complimented today from a co-worker who said I look pretty darn buff….which of course fed my ego.
• I miss reading PipersPlace and BarbieWoman.
• I want to do something adventerous this weekend: let down my hair and let loose.
• April called me the other day for a ‘booty call’.  I obliged.  Entry to follow soon.
• I enjoy Harem Manga, Hentai Manga, and Fanservice if intelligent and done with class and fun.
• I don’t care if Artie Lange comes back or not.  Good riddance.  Self-destruction should not be rewarded.
• Cosmo 111 on Sirius is 100% rehashed trash and the the female hosts just sound like a teenage wannabe dropout versions of the hags on ‘The view’.  Just a group of cackeling hens saying the same thing over and over and over, adnaseum.  Maxim 108 is not much better for guys.
• American intelligence seems like an oxymoron anymore.
• ‘Two and a Half Men’ just seems repetitive as well anymore.
• Watch ‘Chefography: Bobby Flay’ if you ever get the chance.
• Thongs and bikini waxing for 13 year old girls is just wrong.  Mom’s: start being mothers and quit empowering your children at such a young age.  There’s nothing wrong in waiting till they are 18 like everyone else prior to 2000.
• Dad’s: Start being dads.  You can always catch the game when your kids move out.
• MTV: You are dead to me.
• Rock Band: You added ‘Blondie’, now how about ‘Prince’?
• I hate being bored at work.

Oy….This weekend was unseasonably hot.  What’s strange is that about a week ago it was mid 60s, overcast, and even drizzly.  This weekend almost broached 100 degrees, and I went from running my heater a week ago to praying the air-conditioner didn’t fail from over use this weekend.

Needless to say I didn’t do a helluva lot.  I’m not doing outdoor chores when the air feels like a blast furnace at 10 am.  It also sucks out all one’s energy so I felt I was in constant need of a nap all weekend, but because of the heat…it made for difficult sleeping.  So I did laundry..and it was so hot I just let my clothes drip dry instead of using the dryer and it worked very well.

My one wise move: I spent Saturday late afternoon at a local watering hole throwing back a few cold ones and watching the Masters.  Tiger…what happened? Double ‘Oy.’  I ran into an old friend there and we shot the breeze for a while and caught up on old times…like high school crap from 20 years ago.  I wonder why we were never really close friends or buds back then?  We’re better friends today, though we did socialize in different circles.

I also made it to the gym both Saturday and Sunday and worked out relatively hard.  My muscles ache today.  I thought my arms were gonna fall off last night and my biceps and back are tender to the touch.  As much as I’m complaining about it, the endorphin/serotonin rush was euphoric and I felt hella good.  I’d like to try and hit one day during this week as well and maybe turn over a new leaf….again.  I just might because the gym was more or less empty and they had the a/c on as well.  Be nice to tone up a bit for summer.

So this morning on my way to work, I was kinda? flirting with this girl driving next to me.  She was really cute and exotic looking…and younger.  She was like part Asian, Spanish and European, but her asian features were dominant.  She was putting makeup on while driving (always a horrible idea ladies…) and we were stealing glances and smiles to each other.  I really wanted to roll down my window and the next light and offer my number, but she pulled ahead and I saw her bumper sticker….and I’m not 100% sure why…but I internally rolled my eyes and said ‘Nope’.

Like those artsy-fartsy Che Guerrera silhouette Andy Warhol looking political posters of the 60’s, she had one with Obama’s portrait that simply said ‘HOPE’.  Ugh….gag.  It’s a good thing McCain is laying low right now.  Clinton and Obama continue to amaze me with their gaffs as of late, and his recent comments about those living in Pennsylvania who are ‘bitter’ and ‘clinging to their guns’ just makes me ill.  Why, someone please tell me why he is so fricken popular?  I cannot recall one valid and actual idea he really has on an issue.  It’s like he’s on total cruise control and just gaining and gaining despite his ties to Rev. Wrong, his wife past gaffs, and his continued alienation of certain societal segments.  Am I really out of touch of mainstream America?  I must be.  I don’t think I am overly educated, but I would like to beleive I can admit to defeats (Bush no longer has my unfettered support as does the party), Clinton is as phony as a $3 dollar bill, McCain is a one trick pony and has no immigration policy, and Obama……I honestly draw a blank on what he stands for.  Don’t tell me ‘Change’ or ‘Hope’.  Those are very nice words…but how do ‘buzzwords’ actually equate to a feasible and sustainable plan?  Define ‘Hope’ and ‘Change’ into something that he will actually apply.

In the meantime I’ll just keep staring at Angelica Bridges.  I could stare at her all day:

Thank goodness my work has finally slowed down a bit and I have some breathing room.  I’m very tempted to call in sick at least one day next week just to recharges my batteries.  With all the running around I’ve been doing on projects, I seriously thought I might shed a few pounds, but alas the once again late night dinners of pasta and other carb saturated cuisine has not helped my cause at all.

I’m seriously jonesing the gym.  I used to go 4-5 times a week and was in great shape if I can toot my own horn.  While I just went in and worked out and never dilly-dallied, I did manage to turn a few heads in my day and it helped my *cough, cough* social life when it came to the ladies.  Now I’m lucky if I make it 1-2 times a week and pretty much gave up on my legs altogether.  When I go in now I try and at least concentrate on my chest and arms, but those have shrunk a bit over the last 2 years post surgeries.  I’m still big, but I’m honest in saying that some of my weight has shifted to my waistline and I’m not getting any younger.

I’ve been making up a lot of excuses lately as to not go to the gym…I’m too tired, too achey, I’ll get my exercise other ways, Xbox sounds good, etc…

Well summer is coming up and I need to get my ass back into gear, get some color, take an inch or two off my waist and add an inch or two back to my chest.. 

Yeah, I say that now….All it takes is one neighbor to say “Nate…Buffalo wings and beer at our house…and I’m done for.”

So why the sudden concern?  Well, other than the New Years Eve escapades, it’s been pretty lonely at my place.  Sure, a couple of night of Xbox Rock Band with my homies, but other than that, it just seems I have no fricken time.  All my spare time (if you wanna call it that) is then doing chores about the house.  Seriously, work has sucked up my life the last 4-5 weeks and I really need some time off.  As much as I’d like to go on a weekend trip with my friends, or hang out at home, I really relish the thought of dating someone new and ’stable’ and going on a trip.  And that ain’t gonna happen under current circumstances of me being holed up at home and not in an improved shape and state of mind.

This was reall sparked by a new website I found yesterday.  Maybe you guys have already discovered it, but it was new to me, and I spent hours on it.  Sickening,….I know.  It’s called whosdatingwho.com and basically you can what celebrities love lifes and hookups are.  It isn’t 100% accurate, but still very interesting to see what female celebs have dated who (including some ‘trysts’ with other females).  Ther are surprising revleations on there…like I can’t believe who David Spade, Pauly Shore, Howard Stern and even Donald Trump has banged over the years.  It’s fascinating to me.  It’s like one big web on inter-connectedness…like the old game of ‘Six degrees of Kevin Bacon’, but with celebs banging other celebs.  There is some seriosu pity sex or drunk hook-ups going on in Hollywood as you can’t believe some of the pairing.  Rebecca Demorney is one…..she’s pretty hot for her age…but DAMN, she has hooked up with some BUTT UGLY OLD celebs…a far cry from her Tom Cruise days.

So of course there were a few celebs I now have found new fantasies for.  Not the men, but some of the women are just soo fricken scandalous and hot.  Let’s be honest…..as much as we want that all american girl/guy to take home….there is something about the ‘bad’ girls that just turn me on so much. (BTW: Paris Hilton really is a ho).

I discovered a new fantasy of mine in the name of Angelica Bridges.  She is SOOOOO smoking hot (pictured above) to me as a red-head.  I found a directory of some of her pics here (some nudies too).  I could go on and on and on on what I would like to do to her, but I’m sure you get the picture. Simply delicious.

I have a buddy of mine who is the same age as me who ended up meeting his wife through some online dating service I think.

Since the day I met Gwen, I thought she was very humorous, bubbly, and relatively attractive.  She naturally skinny, tall, and very energetic.  On the rare occassions that she really does dress up or puts on make-up she could be ‘very’ attractive.  I’ll even admit that on a few occassions I may have given my buddies wife a second look over through scandalous eyes, and felt somewhat ashamed after the fact.  There are days I look at them and wonder ‘How did they manage to find enough in common to marry each other?’  Oh, of course my friend is a good guy, in shape, smart, etc.  But they do seem polar opposites at times.

The only thing that worries me about Gwen is her eating habits….or lack thereof.  She doesn’t have a eating disorder, but she is skin and bones.  Usually when I feel any sort of attraction to her, a quick ‘hello’ or ‘goodbye’ hug squashes real desires because I generally get very squeamish when I feel peoples individual vertabrae or my fingers fit between their ribs.  Yes, she’s skinny enough on a Callista Flockhardt level and I want her to gain at least 20 pounds to fill out those indendations.

So a bunch of us were over at my house this past weekend playing the Wii.  It really is a fun ‘group activity’ that is very engaging, especially when our alcohol to blood ratio keeps climbing with every passing minute.

We played Wii Tennis (fun), Wii Baseball (sorta boring), and Wii Boxing (total workout) and having a raucous time.

There was a brief lull in the action and Gwen decided use the restroom that is adjacant to my living room. 

Mind you we are all still in the living room, staring at the TV, drinking, talking, etc.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, well actually it would have been better if the timing was indeed off.  Not sure who accidently pressed the pause button on the Wii remote, but when they did the action summarily stopped.  The TV went quiet as did the remainder of all of us in my living room….

Then one of the loudest wet sounding farts I ever heard echoed and reverberated from my bathroom, and I just cringed inside. 

I wanted to drop for cover, sound the airhorns, and bury my face into the ground.

I’m sure my buddy did too.

I wanted to die laughing, but at the same time I was totally grossed out, and even embarrassed for her.  I think everyone was.  I know that we all heard the shot from around the world, but no one dared acknowledged it.  No way was I gonna make eye contact with anyone lest I die, or say something in bad taste.

There it was.  The white elephant.  The wet fart from the 100 lb girl.  It pierced our soul with its deafining and operatic tones.

The game was summarily and quickly un-paused and we went back to playing games immediately, Gwen finally emerging from the restroom and we just all resumed what we were doing knowing very well what we were all thinking but dared say nothing.

I’ll never look at her the same.  Poor Gwen.

Katie Lee:  So I got up and left for work early and was listening to Sirius this morning and caught the last 1/2 hour of Howard.  More repetitive shit in my opinion, but that’s my opinion and I know you Howard fans will defend him no matter what he does.  According to the wind-down they hat Katie Lee Joel on and interviewed her.  She’s the 32 year junior wife to one Mr. Billy Joel and was on to promote her new cook book and supposedly talked about her upscale life in the Hampton’s.  I don’t know, I didn’t hear the interview but listened to the 1st 1/2 of the wrap-up show.  From what Sal and a few callers commented on, she sounds not only awfully snobby but pretty boring as well.  Curious as to what she looked like, I Googled her (pictured). 

Again, my opinion but she’s not as hot as I was picturing.  Actually I guess I’m a little surprised that Billy Joel settled after having Christy Brinkley whose is much hotter at 51 years old than Katie.  All I can figure is Katie must do something in bed for Billy.  But I will tell you,…as much as I do actually enjoy the wrap up show normally….Gary was just droning on and on and on about Sal’s take on her and it was so f’n boring.  But maybe I’m glad I missed the interview because if the first few callers were accurate she came across as a spoiled little girl who ‘married money’ and now her crap doesn’t stink.

RB:  Got my guitar yesterday in the mail.  First, it was indeed quick delivery & free (shipping) which is a bonus for EA in my book.  Second, the guitar work so much better…another point in EA’s favor.  BUT, Third, it was clearly a ‘refurbished’ guitar and not a new one.  I could tell because there was a few scuff marks on the face and body, and even some dirty fingerprints.  So EA basically takes the shells apart of broken guitars and retrofits them with new innards and ships them back out to gamers as passing them off as ’second gen’ guitars.  I can understand why….save money on all these perfectly fine ’shells’…but the shitter is they really don’t clean them up very well.  So one negative point from me.  Call me prudish, but if I spend $160 on a game, I want ‘new’ equipment, not ‘refurbished’ equipment.  But it works…

Now RB gaming:  I’m now working on ‘medium’ difficulty.  Some songs I rip on, and others….well…I just can’t seem to get the hang of the split note using the red and blur fret combo.  Since I have a GH III guitar I’m trying to find a friend of mine to come over to start Band Tour and unlock new songs.  I need to come up with a band name.  How ’bout the self titled ‘Daysprings’?

There was also a new ‘free’ download last night.  It is the cult song “Still Alive” from the game Portal.  It’s really melodic and yet a bit creepy.  Check out lyrics here.

BB9: How great was last nights episode?  Shiela is one of the most duplicitous and ‘fake’ people I have ever had the misfortune of watching on TV.  She’d be great for Evil Dick.  The two can be miserable and ‘victims’ of life together.  How does she continue to survive week after week here?  The blow up with James was epic.  I’m so jazzed he won POV.  While it was smart for Natalie to put up Sharon & Joshua in the end from a strategic standpoint…I not so secretly want Shiela out.  James needs to learn how to shut up though.  Being a bit humble from time to time just may indeed remove that target painted on your back for 4 weeks straight. 

Natalie continues to amaze me.  Not that she has a hot body, but by how obsessed she is with Matt (who doesn’t like her but she doesn’t seem to accept that in her mind), but how dumb she is.  Her stupidity cannot be an act as she claims.  I truly think she has a 6th grade education.

OMG…I know, I know….sounds like I’ve been bitching a lot these last few weeks.  Well, I have been.  Long hours, skipped lunches, and moronic questions really fatigue me.  I was at this one buidling today since 6:30am and finally left at like noon.  Then at 4, I get an email from some goof who says crap ain’t working.  Well….since I know I worked on his stuff at like 9am, I’m kinda wondering why it took him 7 hours to contact me.  I tested everything before I left, but these guys tend to play musical desks and not tell anone.  So I may have outfitted his office and he decided he likes another one better.  It’s possible I ‘may’ have screwed up, but generally it would be a domino effect….meaning, if I messed up one, then all the others behind it shoudl be messed up to, and I’m just not getting other complaints.

Our 3 week long project which should have ended today will actually be dragged on for one more week.  Mostly because of the piss poor planning a few people made (see rant above regarding musicle chairs).  Boooooo! 

I really wanted to see the Wrestlemania fight yesterday between Mayweather and the Big Show, and Ric Flair’s retirement match.  I grew up on the ‘Woooooo’ Nature Boy, Ric Flair.  But he’s getting up there in age, and it was sorta getting embarrassing watching him in the ring at his age.

My Rock Band guitar broke after only a few days and I had to contact EA Games for a replacement.  I may get it today or tomorrow.  While EA seems relatively quick to respond, its also pretty crappy that apprantly they are aware of the defect, yet haven’t made a recall.  I guess they figure most kids are too lazy, or parents won’t return it figuring the kid broke it anyway.

Scully….the poster for the new X-Files 2 movie debuted this weekend.  Yay!!!  Thought of you.

Joe (MI) sent me some trippy pictures of an actual frozen wave.  Insane.

Speaking of pictures, a friend of mine sent me these ’supposed’ pics of Elliot Spitzers call girl (tame one pictured above).  Not sure if it’s really her, or a coincidence…I say that because I thought once the story broke a few weeks back everyone would be clamoring for pics of her whereas a few mens magazines were offering her cash.  Then boom, I got like 15 high def quality pics of her today supposedly from Playboy.  Hmmmmm….