My fellow Americans, I've just signed legislation that will outlaw the Soviet Union...
Wait. What?
Yeah, it feels like I haven't blogged since '91. But, I've been busy.
Okay, uninterested is more like it. But now, the Beast is starting to rattle the bars of her cage. And while it may be just her snoring that's making the bars shake, it's something. After months of hibernation, she's showing signs of life.
But here's the irony. This weekend is already packed. And Sunday, my folks come for a visit. And next weekend is packed. And the weekend after that? I'm going camping. So, if I do roust her, it won't be for almost another month. Figures, huh?
So, why did she lay down and slip into a coma? Well, that's complicated. Dunno if I want to get into it right here and now. So, instead, I'll update you on what's been going on over the last seven months:
I joined Twitter. http://twitter.com/ronnierho
I started seeing someone.
Went to my 20th high school reunion.
Went to Pride. In boy mode.
Put on a few pounds.
Drank a lot. A lot.
Watched a lot of movies on Netflix.
Read a couple of books.
Agreed to let friends shoot part of a movie in my apartment.
Won a few awards at work.
Didn't get laid off.
Hit a deer in a rented Mustang convertable.
Forgot how to spell "convertible"
Ran part of a marathon. (Not a very big part.)
Re-arranged my living room.
Re-rearranged my living room for the movie crew.
Cleaned the toliet.
And so it goes.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Southern Comfort, behind the scenes...
This month, an interview with one of the driving forces behind SCC. Meet Cat Turner at the Ronnie Rho Show.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Where the hell have I been?
(Oh, like you care.)
Well, there's been the whole Netflix thing, and then there were a few nights working on the next webisode of the RR Show. And there have been other things, like work, and other social events.
But to be completely honest, I've been depressed. Normally, I don't like to talk about such things publicly, but since the few people who actually followed this in the past are friends, or friend-ish, I might as well spill.
Yes, depressed. Seriously so. I've had no interest in reading other people's blogs, because they are either upbeat, (and that's the last thing a depressed person wants to read), or they're downers, (and that's the second to last thing a depressed person wants to read.)
I could blame the depression on season affectation disorder, or something like that. I haven't been getting a lot of sunshine or exercise. Or it could just be clinical. (If that's different from SAD. I dunno.)
And I could probably find a therapist, but they'd have two courses of action: a happy pill, or let's-talk-about-it.
Happy pills. Not for me. I don't want to be artificially happy. Hell, I don't want to be artificially neutral either. I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all. (Thank you Warren Zevon, and the forgotten philosopher who probably originally came up with that line, but whom I've, as mentioned, forgotten.)
Talk about it? Why? Isn't that what friends are for?
Not that I like talking to friends about what bugs me. I don't want to be a whiner, or an energy vampire. And if they let me, which I know they would, they'd get sick of it awfully quickly.
Besides, the parts of life that bring me down are all out of my control. There's nothing talking will do to improve them. I already know there's nothing I can do about them. And that's what depresses me.
I'm lonely. Gawd, am I lonely. It's been over a year since the Mrs. and I split up. She's found someone new. I haven't. Why not? Hell, that's a couple of posts in and of itself. But to sum up, I haven't found someone I'm interested in whose just as interested in me. Oh, I've found a couple of peeps I liked, but they didn't return the feeling. Shot down, again and again. Me not worthy, apparently.
Work goes okay. I'm no longer too worried about getting laid off this year. Matter of fact, work is probably the bright spot in my life. Made some progress in feeling appreciated there.
Many of my other extra-curricular activities, however, seem to be ignored or held in outright contempt by those I'd like to please. Otherwise, the ole' weirdo magnet-effect seems to be operational.
And over the winter, I regained 12 pounds. Yay.
I watched Annie Hall for the first time yesterday, courtesy of NetFlix. (Probably not a good idea to watch Woody Allen movies when one is already depressed.)
Oh, and then there's the ice cream truck that's been circling downtown today. I thought when I moved downtown, I'd escape that torture. No such luck. Out in the 'burbs, I had to deal with the MF's parking right outside my window for 20 minutes or so, playing "Turkey in the Straw" over and over and over and over and over and over... He's followed me here, apparently. Same song, slightly different mix; this one features staccato puppy barks at appropriate points in the song.
Ice cream truck music is particularly bad downtown, just because of the accoustics. And it's not even warm out!
I'm hoping that with sunnier, warmer weather, I'll get out more, get some exercise, lose some weight, etc. Otherwise, I'm just going to keep doing what I've been doing: self-medicating with booze.
That is all.
Well, there's been the whole Netflix thing, and then there were a few nights working on the next webisode of the RR Show. And there have been other things, like work, and other social events.
But to be completely honest, I've been depressed. Normally, I don't like to talk about such things publicly, but since the few people who actually followed this in the past are friends, or friend-ish, I might as well spill.
Yes, depressed. Seriously so. I've had no interest in reading other people's blogs, because they are either upbeat, (and that's the last thing a depressed person wants to read), or they're downers, (and that's the second to last thing a depressed person wants to read.)
I could blame the depression on season affectation disorder, or something like that. I haven't been getting a lot of sunshine or exercise. Or it could just be clinical. (If that's different from SAD. I dunno.)
And I could probably find a therapist, but they'd have two courses of action: a happy pill, or let's-talk-about-it.
Happy pills. Not for me. I don't want to be artificially happy. Hell, I don't want to be artificially neutral either. I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all. (Thank you Warren Zevon, and the forgotten philosopher who probably originally came up with that line, but whom I've, as mentioned, forgotten.)
Talk about it? Why? Isn't that what friends are for?
Not that I like talking to friends about what bugs me. I don't want to be a whiner, or an energy vampire. And if they let me, which I know they would, they'd get sick of it awfully quickly.
Besides, the parts of life that bring me down are all out of my control. There's nothing talking will do to improve them. I already know there's nothing I can do about them. And that's what depresses me.
I'm lonely. Gawd, am I lonely. It's been over a year since the Mrs. and I split up. She's found someone new. I haven't. Why not? Hell, that's a couple of posts in and of itself. But to sum up, I haven't found someone I'm interested in whose just as interested in me. Oh, I've found a couple of peeps I liked, but they didn't return the feeling. Shot down, again and again. Me not worthy, apparently.
Work goes okay. I'm no longer too worried about getting laid off this year. Matter of fact, work is probably the bright spot in my life. Made some progress in feeling appreciated there.
Many of my other extra-curricular activities, however, seem to be ignored or held in outright contempt by those I'd like to please. Otherwise, the ole' weirdo magnet-effect seems to be operational.
And over the winter, I regained 12 pounds. Yay.
I watched Annie Hall for the first time yesterday, courtesy of NetFlix. (Probably not a good idea to watch Woody Allen movies when one is already depressed.)
Oh, and then there's the ice cream truck that's been circling downtown today. I thought when I moved downtown, I'd escape that torture. No such luck. Out in the 'burbs, I had to deal with the MF's parking right outside my window for 20 minutes or so, playing "Turkey in the Straw" over and over and over and over and over and over... He's followed me here, apparently. Same song, slightly different mix; this one features staccato puppy barks at appropriate points in the song.
Ice cream truck music is particularly bad downtown, just because of the accoustics. And it's not even warm out!
I'm hoping that with sunnier, warmer weather, I'll get out more, get some exercise, lose some weight, etc. Otherwise, I'm just going to keep doing what I've been doing: self-medicating with booze.
That is all.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Some of my favorite albums..
In no particular order:
Pink Floyd's The Wall
Tom Petty: Full Moon Fever
Def Leppard: Hysteria
INXS: Kick
They Might Be Giants: Flood
The Blues Brothers Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Book of Love: Book of Love
Sting: Dream of the Blue Turtles
Police: Synchronicity
My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult: Sexplosion!
The B-52's: Cosmic Thing
Eric Clapton: Journeyman
Brian Setzer Orchestra: The Dirty Boogie
Dire Straits: Brothers in Arms
Xanadu: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Cheap Trick: Unauthorized Greatest Hits
Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams
Depeche Mode: Violator
Say Anything: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Yeah, it's heavy on late 80's, early 90's, and soundtrack stuff, but, there you go. Discuss.
Pink Floyd's The Wall
Tom Petty: Full Moon Fever
Def Leppard: Hysteria
INXS: Kick
They Might Be Giants: Flood
The Blues Brothers Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Book of Love: Book of Love
Sting: Dream of the Blue Turtles
Police: Synchronicity
My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult: Sexplosion!
The B-52's: Cosmic Thing
Eric Clapton: Journeyman
Brian Setzer Orchestra: The Dirty Boogie
Dire Straits: Brothers in Arms
Xanadu: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Cheap Trick: Unauthorized Greatest Hits
Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams
Depeche Mode: Violator
Say Anything: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Yeah, it's heavy on late 80's, early 90's, and soundtrack stuff, but, there you go. Discuss.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I'm not dead. I'm feeling much better!
Two things have kept me busy over the last month. Well, three, actually.
Firstly, I subscribed to Netflix. I got the basic package: 1 DVD through the mail at a time. But, that also includes unlimited Instant Watches. Netflix has a lot of movies I can watch on my desktop. Soooo, I've been catching up on movies I've missed, and reviewing loved ones I haven't seen in a while.
Secondly, for Christmas, my little brother gave me a gift card to iTunes, and I bought the fourth season of Dr. Who. Whoo hoo! So, between the fourth season, (the last for David Tennant), and seasons 1-3 on Netflix, I immersed myself in the latest Time Lord adventures.
Thirdly, when I wasn't watching a movie, or TV show, I was slaving away on the latest episode of the Ronnie Rho Show! (I'll save the behind the scenes discussion for a future blog. But, safe to say, it was major surgery.)
This webisode is special for a number of reasons: it's the first shot on location. The regular crew was left behind, so I had to press a couple of volunteers into service, (not unlike the British Navy grabbing American sailors, during the early 19th Century.). And our guest is the very well known Donna Rose. Donna is, well, maybe I'll spare you the description and let her tell you who she is.
But, anyone who is transgendered, knows someone who's transgendered, and anyone who has wanted to be transgendered, should watch this show.
And if you like it, tell a friend...
Firstly, I subscribed to Netflix. I got the basic package: 1 DVD through the mail at a time. But, that also includes unlimited Instant Watches. Netflix has a lot of movies I can watch on my desktop. Soooo, I've been catching up on movies I've missed, and reviewing loved ones I haven't seen in a while.
Secondly, for Christmas, my little brother gave me a gift card to iTunes, and I bought the fourth season of Dr. Who. Whoo hoo! So, between the fourth season, (the last for David Tennant), and seasons 1-3 on Netflix, I immersed myself in the latest Time Lord adventures.
Thirdly, when I wasn't watching a movie, or TV show, I was slaving away on the latest episode of the Ronnie Rho Show! (I'll save the behind the scenes discussion for a future blog. But, safe to say, it was major surgery.)
This webisode is special for a number of reasons: it's the first shot on location. The regular crew was left behind, so I had to press a couple of volunteers into service, (not unlike the British Navy grabbing American sailors, during the early 19th Century.). And our guest is the very well known Donna Rose. Donna is, well, maybe I'll spare you the description and let her tell you who she is.
But, anyone who is transgendered, knows someone who's transgendered, and anyone who has wanted to be transgendered, should watch this show.
And if you like it, tell a friend...
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Well, I didn't get laid off...
...yet.
Ask me again at the end of July. They cut a few of us today, including I work(ed) with directly. Which is better than I expected. But they also essentially told us: more cuts coming in 7 months.
Yeah, that oughta motivate the troops, considering job performance has played very little into who's gotten the axe over the past 3 years.
Instead of talking about me, and my sad, sorry life, let's talk about the country, and its sad, sorry life. For instance, this:
So, the top story on MSN is "Who is Michelle Obama wearing?" Really? Seriously? That's what it's all about? Who she's wearing? Not even the gramatically correct "what" she's wearing?
I realize MSN, like most online sites post the story that will get the most hits, higher in the queue. So, I don't blame them, other than their expecting that will be what people will be talking about.
His great speech doesn't get top billing? (And I thought it was really good. And I have not drunk the Kool-Aid, to date.) "Restore science to its rightful place"? Fantastic! Respecting the rights of atheists? That doesn't deserve a headline? Reaction to the address? No.
Instead, we're going with the dress the First Lady is wearing and who designed it. Like that matters. (And I'm a goddamn crossdresser!)
Obama has talked about change, and talked about how the people have to affect change. Bully for him. I'm with him completely on that. But, nothing is going to change until these crappy little shallow nothing stories are buried away for only the truly stupid to read.
We're faced with unemployment hitting 10%. (That's one out of every ten people not working for those of you who are deeply interested in who designed Michelle's dress.) Stocks have lost on average nearly 40% of their value from last year. We've already thrown billions and billions of tax dollars we don't have at banks and businesses that have pissed the money down their legs.
And you want to know "who" the First Lady is wearing? Please.
I suppose I shouldn't come off so harsh. If you're reading this blog in the first place, you're not among the sheep. But then again, considering how few people actually read this, it doesn't matter. This rant made me feel a tiny bit better.
Ask me again at the end of July. They cut a few of us today, including I work(ed) with directly. Which is better than I expected. But they also essentially told us: more cuts coming in 7 months.
Yeah, that oughta motivate the troops, considering job performance has played very little into who's gotten the axe over the past 3 years.
Instead of talking about me, and my sad, sorry life, let's talk about the country, and its sad, sorry life. For instance, this:
So, the top story on MSN is "Who is Michelle Obama wearing?" Really? Seriously? That's what it's all about? Who she's wearing? Not even the gramatically correct "what" she's wearing?
I realize MSN, like most online sites post the story that will get the most hits, higher in the queue. So, I don't blame them, other than their expecting that will be what people will be talking about.
His great speech doesn't get top billing? (And I thought it was really good. And I have not drunk the Kool-Aid, to date.) "Restore science to its rightful place"? Fantastic! Respecting the rights of atheists? That doesn't deserve a headline? Reaction to the address? No.
Instead, we're going with the dress the First Lady is wearing and who designed it. Like that matters. (And I'm a goddamn crossdresser!)
Obama has talked about change, and talked about how the people have to affect change. Bully for him. I'm with him completely on that. But, nothing is going to change until these crappy little shallow nothing stories are buried away for only the truly stupid to read.
We're faced with unemployment hitting 10%. (That's one out of every ten people not working for those of you who are deeply interested in who designed Michelle's dress.) Stocks have lost on average nearly 40% of their value from last year. We've already thrown billions and billions of tax dollars we don't have at banks and businesses that have pissed the money down their legs.
And you want to know "who" the First Lady is wearing? Please.
I suppose I shouldn't come off so harsh. If you're reading this blog in the first place, you're not among the sheep. But then again, considering how few people actually read this, it doesn't matter. This rant made me feel a tiny bit better.
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