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term="pampering myself"/><category term="passion"/><category term="pastimes"/><category term="patience"/><category term="personal empowerment"/><category term="personal responsibility"/><category term="pettiness"/><category term="play-fighting"/><category term="players"/><category term="politics"/><category term="prejudice"/><category term="pride"/><category term="problem solving"/><category term="productivity"/><category term="quiet time"/><category term="reconciliation"/><category term="relationship skills"/><category term="reliability"/><category term="religion and sexuality"/><category term="religious musings"/><category term="repeating mistakes"/><category term="resting"/><category term="risk"/><category term="romance"/><category term="roots"/><category term="rumors"/><category term="satyr boi"/><category term="scheduling"/><category term="self empowerment"/><category term="self promotion"/><category term="self-absorption"/><category term="self-righteousness"/><category term="selling yourself"/><category term="setting objectives"/><category term="sexuality in film"/><category term="sexuality in movies"/><category term="sharing"/><category term="shoes"/><category term="shyness"/><category term="silence"/><category term="snow"/><category term="social life"/><category term="soothing"/><category term="soothing images"/><category term="springtime"/><category term="standing up for myself"/><category term="stockboy"/><category term="stories"/><category term="taking care of me"/><category term="taxes"/><category term="the dating game"/><category term="the gay movie ghetto"/><category term="thunderstorms"/><category term="travel"/><category term="update"/><category term="virgins"/><category term="vulnerability"/><category term="waiters"/><category term="warning flags"/><category term="weapon"/><category term="weather"/><category term="weight loss"/><category term="wit"/><title type='text'>Getting (Way Too) Personal</title><subtitle type='html'>An insightful and humorous look at my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>The Colorful One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03481587761162537184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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3:16pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Uncle Colorful! I&#39;ve got a request. I need to ask someone some questions for my AWANA and I was wondering if you&#39;d be willing to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Niece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:01pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could get back to me soon that would rock....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:07pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Niece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:07pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. First question, where did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how to answer that one. I&#39;m guessing you&#39;re looking for something other than &quot;Home state.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Niece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s an acceptable answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Niece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you here on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:13pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To experience life and to help shape the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Niece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:14pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going when you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:19pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s actually a very complicated answer for me. To put it roughly and briefly, my essence will return to the Divine source and eventually enspirit new life in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Niece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:20pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live according to absolutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:23pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a degree, yes. I believe that some virtues, like love, are absolute. However, living them out and navigating them when they brush up against one another can get messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Niece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:24pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you know and how do you discover knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:26pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through reason, tradition, and personal experience. As for what we can know, that&#39;s practically limitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Niece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:27pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you explain human nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:28pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally don&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Niece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:29pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is right and what is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s the last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:31pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What honors the human dignity and autonomy of all vs. What doesn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Niece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:32pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4:32pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re welcome.&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/feeds/209155385659437750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2014/01/a-conversation-i-had-with-my-18yo-niece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/209155385659437750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/209155385659437750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2014/01/a-conversation-i-had-with-my-18yo-niece.html' title='A conversation I had with my 18yo niece.'/><author><name>The Colorful One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03481587761162537184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszESP2Jc93H9Li7L3_tV9xTBZpPXTBq8USuVu-rDQ3J2Uos-_v8pzq5FSafvUWGqakIcX4-PenHVowDuatGUxgGwFdd_Zx32ItQa2SaAR-bNuomj06q5SMslQREI2eQ/s220/colors.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798545138829504283.post-5748173215497264810</id><published>2013-08-25T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-08-25T13:09:19.115-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my wants and needs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>I&#39;d like a man who…</title><content type='html'>…is funny&lt;br /&gt;...is compassionate&lt;br /&gt;...is attentive&lt;br /&gt;...is playful&lt;br /&gt;...is somewhat sexually aggressive&lt;br /&gt;...knows how to be tender when it&#39;s more appropriate&lt;br /&gt;...loves animals&lt;br /&gt;...is at least tolerant if not completely supportive of how indulgent I am of Hellcat&lt;br /&gt;...has interests that he cares about&lt;br /&gt;...cares about other people and their problems&lt;br /&gt;...is helpful when it&#39;s appropriate&lt;br /&gt;...is a good listener&lt;br /&gt;...has a great sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;...likes to dance&lt;br /&gt;...loves to cuddle&lt;br /&gt;...is a top (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;...is open to new experiences&lt;br /&gt;...enjoys suggesting new experiences&lt;br /&gt;...supports me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;...encourages me&lt;br /&gt;...enjoys touching&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/feeds/5748173215497264810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/08/id-like-man-who.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/5748173215497264810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/5748173215497264810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/08/id-like-man-who.html' title='I&#39;d like a man who…'/><author><name>The Colorful One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03481587761162537184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszESP2Jc93H9Li7L3_tV9xTBZpPXTBq8USuVu-rDQ3J2Uos-_v8pzq5FSafvUWGqakIcX4-PenHVowDuatGUxgGwFdd_Zx32ItQa2SaAR-bNuomj06q5SMslQREI2eQ/s220/colors.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798545138829504283.post-7208878135384216818</id><published>2013-04-21T19:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-21T19:06:20.440-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>Can I please slow down now?</title><content type='html'>I spent most of this past week on a business trip to sunny Orlando.&amp;nbsp; Before you congratulate me, please remember that this was a business trip.&amp;nbsp; For me, business trips mean spending just about every waking moment either at my hotel or at a customer&#39;s site.&amp;nbsp; (For this trip, those two things were actually on and the same.)&amp;nbsp; They also mean long hours (awake from 4am until 11pm on Wednesday, 6:30 am until 10:30 pm on Thursday and Friday.)&lt;br /&gt;
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The one bright side was that I was able to stay an extra night.&amp;nbsp; I actually got done with work on Friday at around 3pm.&amp;nbsp; The office had booked my supervisor and I flights back home on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; He looked up available flights on Friday and decided to head home a day early.&amp;nbsp; He gave me the option of changing my flights as well or staying the extra night and come home on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;
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A single gay guy with a chance to spend an extra night in Orlando?&amp;nbsp; For me, that was a no-brainer.&amp;nbsp; (Alas, I was too tired to see if any other gay guys were in the area and interested in meeting up.)&amp;nbsp; Not that I did much, mind you.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty tired.&amp;nbsp; However, I did end up walking to a steakhouse that was just under a mile away from the hotel.&amp;nbsp; I had a pleasant time and just enjoyed the fact that I could relax and not have to rush around.&amp;nbsp; After all, those other days, I had enough time to shower when I got up before getting to work (or catching my flight in the case of Wednesday morning).&amp;nbsp; Then I had a bit of breakfast and lunch while working through the day.&amp;nbsp; About two hours before bedtime, I would go dinner with the people I was working with, then head back to my room and crawl into bed.&amp;nbsp; So being able to get dinner by 6 pm on Friday and then heading back to my room to get on my computer and watch a little television was a treat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Plus, it turned out that I made the right choice.&amp;nbsp; My supervisor had nothing but problems on the trip home.&amp;nbsp; In fact, he ended up flying into a neighboring city and then having to take a taxi back home.&amp;nbsp; (I don&#39;t even want to know what the company is going to have to pay for that.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Me, I had two pleasant flights after a good night&#39;s rest and plenty of time to get to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I&#39;m still tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/feeds/7208878135384216818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/04/can-i-please-slow-down-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/7208878135384216818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/7208878135384216818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/04/can-i-please-slow-down-now.html' title='Can I please slow down now?'/><author><name>The Colorful One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03481587761162537184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszESP2Jc93H9Li7L3_tV9xTBZpPXTBq8USuVu-rDQ3J2Uos-_v8pzq5FSafvUWGqakIcX4-PenHVowDuatGUxgGwFdd_Zx32ItQa2SaAR-bNuomj06q5SMslQREI2eQ/s220/colors.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KcYPXzQyn-JFEUIVFc0WO4jini78W2lrIghqvH_2KcVE0VlzxiQRN3nFmdB9S5LA1pN0wVMWl0WVkWndnJCzBj2L74kkoKxG6VPuiAO8N4eUT9HAdZiDFSi9E6BKd-50CngveScW2cg/s72-c/frazzle.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798545138829504283.post-8708071507659937832</id><published>2013-04-10T14:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-10T14:20:33.132-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Get Personal With Me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risk"/><title type='text'>Get Personal With Me:  Risks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzAU18h2P3bBcsku6G3OXhgW8V210dF_14WB904K2xCKUSwIr6ETTI8jzx6PHq-FCv27OH21TegoyCt-8oupGPIwB_LKlheWlAtbdwvv0BdYK2vyhN85KKySdqVc7tLnBiImR9tjpKp4/s1600/play_risk.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzAU18h2P3bBcsku6G3OXhgW8V210dF_14WB904K2xCKUSwIr6ETTI8jzx6PHq-FCv27OH21TegoyCt-8oupGPIwB_LKlheWlAtbdwvv0BdYK2vyhN85KKySdqVc7tLnBiImR9tjpKp4/s1600/play_risk.jpg&quot; height=&quot;136&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Are you a risk taker?&amp;nbsp; What&#39;s your comfort level with taking risks?&amp;nbsp; What would you consider the riskiest thing you can take.&lt;br /&gt;
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Note that this week&#39;s topic is intentionally vague.&amp;nbsp; There are many areas of lives in which we can take risks.&amp;nbsp; We can take risks in our careers, in our relationships, or in our choice of liesure-time activities.&lt;br /&gt;
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As always honor the &lt;a href=&quot;http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/p/comment-policy.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Comment Policy&lt;/a&gt; when responding to the things other readers choose to share.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsN1BWYYUm5yMoNv3OUDRQ1qQQE_CWp_IkNkOqc52cCNICpK8H9ipNkA7yT1-a8_ARdo8Gsr3XFW_OuT5CUIm4zxBBjmIwL3ycM_dAPvB2-WpLHUKd5L2yYnFTHbtryM3nhYzoIXoLGA/s1600/Rremly__s_Screen_Kleen_by_CatharsisJB.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsN1BWYYUm5yMoNv3OUDRQ1qQQE_CWp_IkNkOqc52cCNICpK8H9ipNkA7yT1-a8_ARdo8Gsr3XFW_OuT5CUIm4zxBBjmIwL3ycM_dAPvB2-WpLHUKd5L2yYnFTHbtryM3nhYzoIXoLGA/s1600/Rremly__s_Screen_Kleen_by_CatharsisJB.jpg&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;192&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If you get the connection between&lt;br /&gt;
this guy and the post, you have a&lt;br /&gt;
good chance at figuring out&lt;br /&gt;
my real identity.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Screaming into a pillow isn&#39;t going to change your circumstances.&amp;nbsp; But some days, it sure helps you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll try to be more Colorful in the near future.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, warm wishes and attempts to entertain, while not mandatory, will be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizU_F5yt2xO4dy1DyaYlIo0zzJQ3RH_R-zmt2G3ifJ4nJOyJCqd38dZYov1C82olO6AST8kBefSz7-3jmAD32uBQDZf_BiviM0Vck2GKZMFP3UiJNDbPILm8oDpPrsTVA5A9SLJ28S7ds/s1600/Spring_Flowers.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizU_F5yt2xO4dy1DyaYlIo0zzJQ3RH_R-zmt2G3ifJ4nJOyJCqd38dZYov1C82olO6AST8kBefSz7-3jmAD32uBQDZf_BiviM0Vck2GKZMFP3UiJNDbPILm8oDpPrsTVA5A9SLJ28S7ds/s1600/Spring_Flowers.jpg&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
What constitutes &quot;warm&quot; or &quot;cold&quot; weather can be quite subjective and individualized.&amp;nbsp; What&#39;s your concept of &quot;warm&quot; weather?&amp;nbsp; Is there a particular temperature it has to reach before you go without a jacket?&amp;nbsp; Put on shorts?&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://2boysinlove.blogspot.com/2013/03/are-you-ready-for-spring-and-shirtless.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Make Brad&#39;s day&lt;/a&gt;?&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://2boysinlove.blogspot.com/2013/03/those-other-shirtless-guys.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Make &lt;b&gt;Matty&#39;s&lt;/b&gt; day&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
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Today&#39;s questions are brought to you by Colorful, who&#39;s wondering who forgot to remind &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demeter&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Demeter&lt;/a&gt; that it was the first day of Spring. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight, I officially ended my writing break.&amp;nbsp; And as I intellectually assumed, my fears of stalling proved unfounded.&amp;nbsp; I managed to crank out over a thousand words, and it was all on the part of the scene that I was concerned about.&amp;nbsp; I may still add to that scene later, but I wrote far more into it this time around that I thought I&#39;d be able to.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also decided to try a change of venue today.&amp;nbsp; Rather than going to Home Bar to eat and write, I ended up going to a nice little bistro near home.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I&#39;m writing this post from there.&amp;nbsp; I just decided I didn&#39;t want to drive thirty minutes to go to Home Bar.&amp;nbsp; And to be honest, I just haven&#39;t been satisfied with Home Bar on Tuesday during happy hour lately.&amp;nbsp; I didn&#39;t feel like I was meeting new people or even had the opportunity to meet new people.&amp;nbsp; This place potentially offers me that option, though I may have to work at being a little bit more outgoing and taking the initiative to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not sure this will become a permanent stop, however.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not entirely sold on the menu, as there aren&#39;t many things on it that really appeal to me as described.&amp;nbsp; To get a diverse number of choices, I&#39;d have to ask them about changing the order (like leaving off stuff I don&#39;t really care for).&amp;nbsp; So I&#39;ll have to think about it.&amp;nbsp; If nothing else, it offers me another option that I can consider on a case-by-case basis.&amp;nbsp; And my waiter was pretty damn adorable, so that was a plus.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t do any writing (Note: I don&#39;t count blogging as writing) last week.&amp;nbsp; I decided I wanted a break.&amp;nbsp; I figure I&#39;m over 40,000 words on the novel, I deserve a break.&amp;nbsp; Plus, I have two more months to get the rough draft done.&lt;br /&gt;
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Granted, I&#39;m a little nervous about my choice.&amp;nbsp; Whenever I take a break, I worry that I won&#39;t start back up again.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s pretty silly at this point, as so far, I&#39;ve always gone back to writing.&amp;nbsp; Granted, sometimes I&#39;ve scrapped a current project to start a new one in the process, and I don&#39;t want to scrap the novel I&#39;m working on now.&amp;nbsp; But a week break is just that, and the ideas are still coming to me for this particular project.&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;
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I may have to quickly finish up my current scene and jump ahead to a new one, however.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m just not sure what to do with the current scene.&amp;nbsp; Well, that&#39;s not true, or I&#39;d just scrap it altogether.&amp;nbsp; I just don&#39;t know how to write it right now.&amp;nbsp; So I&#39;m thinking I may just put in a brief placeholder or barebones skeleton and move on ahead.&amp;nbsp; After all, I alread know I want to edit this over the summer.&amp;nbsp; I can add stuff then.&amp;nbsp; Editing isn&#39;t limited to just deleting or revising.&lt;br /&gt;
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I spent a good bit of time watching stuff on Netflix this weekend.&amp;nbsp; It was a &quot;badly made movie&quot; weekend in many ways.&amp;nbsp; It started out when I watched &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1912982/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;A Little Bit Zombie&lt;/a&gt;,&quot; which was a neat idea but poorly executed.&amp;nbsp; And that ending?&amp;nbsp; What was up with that?&amp;nbsp; Did Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman write the script?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A screen shot from &quot;A Siren in the Dark.&quot;&amp;nbsp; As sensual as&lt;br /&gt;
it is, the story about these two characters is horrifyingly&lt;br /&gt;
creepy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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But the movie that absolutely disappointed me was &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1361332/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;A Siren in the Dark&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;&amp;nbsp; To be honest, part of the reason I watched this movie was that Netflix&#39;s description of it (Something like &quot;a psychic cop talks to a gay teen about his lover&#39;s disappearance and ends up exploring something really hinky&quot;) made it sound like a movie that had managed to escape the &lt;a href=&quot;http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2012/06/lets-move-beyond-gay-movie-ghetto.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;gay movie ghetto&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; In a sense, it had.&amp;nbsp; Except that about the only thing the movie had going for it (other than a neat premise that was poorly executed then strangled) was that it had a bunch of scenes with young guys being naked with each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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First of all, the movie was told almost entirely as a flashback, where Danny told Cameron the cop what had already happened.&amp;nbsp; I admit I don&#39;t like that story-telling device.&amp;nbsp; Flashbacks are meant to relay key pieces of information about the past that is relevant to the story&#39;s plotline.&amp;nbsp; So when Danny finished his story, I was like &quot;finally, we can get to the action moving forward.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Then the closing credits started rolling thirty seconds later and I was like, &quot;What the hell?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Add to this the fact that the movie kept repeating scenes and not everything was told in order.&amp;nbsp; It almost felt like someone was trying to pull the whole Memento effect without having any reason to do that in the movie.&amp;nbsp; No one&#39;s perception was messed up by short term memory loss or anything like that.&amp;nbsp; So in this instance, it made the movie unnecessarily confusing (whereas in Memento, the confusing nature was intentional and necessary to the point the movie was making.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Then there was the whole fact that they never really explained the purpose or nature of the relationship between the woman (who they kept calling a &quot;girl&quot; despite the fact that she was obviously at least in her thirties) at Harvest and Joshua.&amp;nbsp; Nor did they really explain the (admittedly hot) scenes with Cameron&#39;s brother and the other boy he was talking to via webcam other than to mention that Cameron has a deeply troubled past due to sexual abuse (which was hardly referenced during the rest of the movie, so why even bring it up?).&amp;nbsp; And how did Danny survive when the woman from Harvest stabbed him?&amp;nbsp; How did he eventually get home?&amp;nbsp; Or was his interview with Cameron not real and some sort of psychic thing?&lt;br /&gt;
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Then you have the bit at the end of the movie where Cameron is giving Ariel a ride home (the scene was actually repeated at the start of the movie).&amp;nbsp; It turns out that Ariel is actually Joshua simply trying to lure in a straight victim rather than a gay one this time around.&amp;nbsp; That would have been a cool idea, if the whole movie wasn&#39;t a complete waste up until that point.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m serious, this isn&#39;t a &quot;B&quot; movie.&amp;nbsp; This isn&#39;t even a &quot;Z&quot; movie.&amp;nbsp; There isn&#39;t a letter far enough down any alphabet to describe this movie.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve seen better stories used as segues between scenes in porn.&amp;nbsp; In a lot of ways, I think that&#39;s what this &quot;story&quot; was, a bunch of very short (30 second or less) sordid scenes of sex and drug use with bits of poorly done &quot;story&quot; strewn around them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/feeds/9217448962070613923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/03/taking-break-and-awful-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/9217448962070613923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/9217448962070613923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/03/taking-break-and-awful-movies.html' title='Taking a break and awful movies'/><author><name>The Colorful One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03481587761162537184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszESP2Jc93H9Li7L3_tV9xTBZpPXTBq8USuVu-rDQ3J2Uos-_v8pzq5FSafvUWGqakIcX4-PenHVowDuatGUxgGwFdd_Zx32ItQa2SaAR-bNuomj06q5SMslQREI2eQ/s220/colors.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2S7Pr-KXBqlGRQges3-7rOZPj_sATckW216cFMX7WL1hFSaWXS1bRmxwNdEkSAYfx_S1Nk0Pd51JVQr207wa9CGw4NFJa_dpKO3RVEdvJW0kkDNNBOHMce83StkgvcfC6GQEyvIe0z0/s72-c/siren.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798545138829504283.post-6022483158511183058</id><published>2013-03-15T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-15T12:11:33.363-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><title type='text'>Let&#39;s have a happy Friday!</title><content type='html'>Brad over at &lt;a href=&quot;http://2boysinlove.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;2 Boys In Love&lt;/a&gt; wrote a &lt;a href=&quot;http://2boysinlove.blogspot.com/2013/03/things-that-make-me-happy.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; this morning in which he listed many (I&#39;m assuming it&#39;s not an exhaustive list) things that make him happy.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a sweet post and I highly recommend that you &lt;a href=&quot;http://2boysinlove.blogspot.com/2013/03/things-that-make-me-happy.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;go read it&lt;/a&gt; if you&amp;nbsp; have not done so already.&amp;nbsp; Since I could use a bit more happiness today, I&#39;ve decided to follow Brad&#39;s example in the hopes that it&#39;ll &quot;bootsrap&quot; a bit of happiness in my own mind.&amp;nbsp; So here are some things that make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;
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are another great source of&lt;br /&gt;
happiness for me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Reading &lt;a href=&quot;http://2boysinlove.blogspot.com/2013/03/things-that-make-me-happy.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Brad&#39;s list&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously.&amp;nbsp; His happiness is just infectious.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Being told by random people that they remember me, especially if it&#39;s for something like &quot;being super friendly.&quot;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Getting a compliment on one of my humorous/naughty tee shirts.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Finishing up a writing session for my novel and looking at the latest word count.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Getting a call, message, or note from a friend, showing that they&#39;re thinking of me.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A pleasant walk on a bright, sunny day.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A pleasant walk on a warm, dark night.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Spending time with friends.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Watching small children play and laugh.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Having an intelligent conversation.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learning something new.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Spending time with a caring, attentive, and skillful lover.&amp;nbsp; (Would that it happened more often.)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Being silly with friends.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Reading a good book.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Watching a good movie.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Watching a corny, poorly made movie.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Darrel began to move his lips down Liam’s body, gently kissing a trail from the other boys lips, down his neck and to his chest.&amp;nbsp; Liam placed his hands on his lover’s head, massaging his scalp.&amp;nbsp; Darrel’s lips and tongue found one of the soft pink nipple’s on Liam’s pale chest and began to tease it.&amp;nbsp; Liam’s whole body jerked slightly at the sudden jolt of pleasure.&amp;nbsp; Darrel slowly caressed the other boy’s navel as he teased the tiny pink nub to full hardness.&amp;nbsp; Liam could only moan his encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam shivered as the hand on his abdomen eased down his body, coming to rest on the fly of his jeans.&amp;nbsp; He felt his shaft stiffen as Darrel rubbed at it through the material.&amp;nbsp; Reflexively, Liam spread his legs wider and pushed his crotch harder against the massaging hand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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One of the things that helped, I think, was getting &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; of sleep on Thursday. I was in bed by 9:45pm and didn&#39;t get up until a little after eight on Friday morning.&amp;nbsp; Well, other than getting up to take care of Hellcat&#39;s needs around 5:30.&amp;nbsp; She was a doll and let me go back to sleep without much fuss after that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then Friday night, I decided to run out and work on my novel at the diner.&amp;nbsp; Friday&#39;s not a normal writing night for me, but I felt like both getting out of the house and working on the novel.&amp;nbsp; That second part was a relief, as I was worried about my malaise interfering with or even sabotaging the efforts of getting this novel done.&amp;nbsp; (Such feelings of being down have actually shipwrecked a couple such attempts on my part, after all.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I hung out with friends for a bit. Then I ran over to a coffee shop to enjoy a latte.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sitting here, sipping on said latte as I write this post in fact.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m enjoying the music and conversation in the background.&amp;nbsp; Every now and then, I look up just to see if anyone I know is around.&amp;nbsp; So far, I haven&#39;t spotted anyone.&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s probably just as well.&amp;nbsp; The only person I can think of that I know hangs out here regularly is Hot Pants, and I&#39;d just as soon not see him, let alone interact.&lt;br /&gt;
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So the rest, time out of the house, and work on the novel have improved my mood greatly, which is good.&amp;nbsp; Granted, I still need to figure out what to do about meeting and socializing with other people, but at least I don&#39;t feel quite so hopeless about it.&amp;nbsp; (Yeah, Thursday really was that bad.)&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m seriously considering abandoning my time at Home Bar, other than the writing I do there on Tuesday night.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not meeting anyone new there right now.&amp;nbsp; And if I&#39;m being totally honest, I think I&#39;m mainly going there now out of a sense of obligation to a couple of the people who work there.&amp;nbsp; To be even more honest, I&#39;m allowing myself to question whether that sense of obligation is merited.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m leaning toward &quot;no.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/feeds/1365199810691789076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/03/thoughts-over-latte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/1365199810691789076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/1365199810691789076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/03/thoughts-over-latte.html' title='Thoughts over a latte'/><author><name>The Colorful One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03481587761162537184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszESP2Jc93H9Li7L3_tV9xTBZpPXTBq8USuVu-rDQ3J2Uos-_v8pzq5FSafvUWGqakIcX4-PenHVowDuatGUxgGwFdd_Zx32ItQa2SaAR-bNuomj06q5SMslQREI2eQ/s220/colors.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuz9XkpFNQIvq-vKEdoSClYYIi_cPtd2LmUI_LW-U6_MlwjYd65sNkvr71Y9qHXQllzzOJFRbgryS_75XC8vl9cccxPQ_qa0qMtGw3n-ch6PHrMN5ykuErPBfl7R9L5S1D8rx0KS38BV0/s72-c/latte.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798545138829504283.post-8576167757844629512</id><published>2013-03-08T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-08T10:04:31.803-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cuddling"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friday Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intimacy"/><title type='text'>Friday Thoughts:  The Importance of Intimacy</title><content type='html'>Some days, there is nothing more rewarding than laying next to someone you care about deeply and enjoying the physical connection as symbolic of the deeper emotional one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/feeds/8576167757844629512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/03/friday-thoughts-importance-of-intimacy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/8576167757844629512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/8576167757844629512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/03/friday-thoughts-importance-of-intimacy.html' title='Friday Thoughts:  The Importance of Intimacy'/><author><name>The Colorful One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03481587761162537184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszESP2Jc93H9Li7L3_tV9xTBZpPXTBq8USuVu-rDQ3J2Uos-_v8pzq5FSafvUWGqakIcX4-PenHVowDuatGUxgGwFdd_Zx32ItQa2SaAR-bNuomj06q5SMslQREI2eQ/s220/colors.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798545138829504283.post-1523421010662410062</id><published>2013-03-07T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-07T11:57:24.994-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feeling down"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funk"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home bar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="socializing"/><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>I think I&#39;ve been a bit down the last week or so.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;re not talking massive depression or anything too serious.&amp;nbsp; Just enough to impact my motivation.&amp;nbsp; I think part of me may just need a day or two off, where I do absolutely nothing.&amp;nbsp; Except I hate days like that, too.&amp;nbsp; At the end, I feel like I did absolutely nothing.&amp;nbsp; So I guess what I really need is a couple days off, followed by a day or two of fun and excitement.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe the other way around.&amp;nbsp; At any rate, I feel like I need something of a reboot right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhos2oZFNQwUyD2KeqVj_zq8xss7CO513B55BUWHiXAgIMFKRmGgm-02ywTxyBNMQwrVrMtkgca2IFWeUMBSOQoiReVubs5aOnqdqauO99YECR80M6I1mZTKtyOf0PWEiRiaVkkqiOwNxU/s1600/blue.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;149&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhos2oZFNQwUyD2KeqVj_zq8xss7CO513B55BUWHiXAgIMFKRmGgm-02ywTxyBNMQwrVrMtkgca2IFWeUMBSOQoiReVubs5aOnqdqauO99YECR80M6I1mZTKtyOf0PWEiRiaVkkqiOwNxU/s200/blue.png&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In many ways, I wish that it was May already.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m planning a trip to Toronto in May.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll be there for a weekend.&amp;nbsp; What&#39;s more, I&#39;ll be going there to attend a conference, which should be a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll get to meet people, both complete strangers and people I&#39;ve talked ot online for years (but have not yet met in person).&amp;nbsp; It sounds like just the thing I need right now.&amp;nbsp; Which is why it&#39;s so frustrating that the darn thing is over two months away still.&lt;br /&gt;
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The meeting people thing is part of what I really need, too.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I&#39;m stagnating, socially.&amp;nbsp; Or worse, I&#39;m slippng backward.&amp;nbsp; I mean, now that Management and his partner are no longer running a restaurant and they&#39;re busy in their own lives, I don&#39;t talk to them much.&amp;nbsp; I tend to only go out to Home Bar at particular times, when the crowd is extremely small.&amp;nbsp; So I&#39;m seeing people, but not making any new connections.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t feel that going to Home Bar when it&#39;s busier is an option, because the place has two modes operation.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s either slow with a couple regulars (most whom work there) or it&#39;s packed, noisy, and way too chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m considering going back to the one cofee shop more.&amp;nbsp; I quit going there because I didn&#39;t feel I really met anyone there.&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s mainly because most people go there with others and I find it weird intimidating to walk up to a group of people I don&#39;t know and break into their conversation or start up one of my own.&lt;br /&gt;
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That lack of contact, and the resulting feeling that I&#39;m not meeting anyone new and therefore can&#39;t expand my social circles (and yes, eventually meet someone I can date and build a relationship with along the way) is something of a motivational drain right now.&amp;nbsp; So that&#39;s another part of why I&#39;m down.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I&#39;ll break out of this funk soon.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll find a way.&amp;nbsp; But right now, it&#39;s just frustrating to me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/feeds/1523421010662410062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/03/meh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/1523421010662410062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/1523421010662410062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/03/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>The Colorful One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03481587761162537184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszESP2Jc93H9Li7L3_tV9xTBZpPXTBq8USuVu-rDQ3J2Uos-_v8pzq5FSafvUWGqakIcX4-PenHVowDuatGUxgGwFdd_Zx32ItQa2SaAR-bNuomj06q5SMslQREI2eQ/s220/colors.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhos2oZFNQwUyD2KeqVj_zq8xss7CO513B55BUWHiXAgIMFKRmGgm-02ywTxyBNMQwrVrMtkgca2IFWeUMBSOQoiReVubs5aOnqdqauO99YECR80M6I1mZTKtyOf0PWEiRiaVkkqiOwNxU/s72-c/blue.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798545138829504283.post-7521080194595738558</id><published>2013-03-06T15:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-06T15:48:29.543-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="earworms"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Get Personal With Me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The G(WT)P Experience"/><title type='text'>Get Personal With Me:  Earworms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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In your opinion, what is the worst song that ever got stuck in your head?&amp;nbsp; How did you finally get rid of it?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The hair&#39;s not quite curly enough&lt;br /&gt;
to be Liam, but yum!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Darrel slipped a hand under Liam’s shirt, slowly running it over his bare abdomen.&amp;nbsp; The touch sent such a shiver through Liam’s body that he broke off the kiss.&amp;nbsp; Darrel grinned and asked, “Ticklish?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A little.&amp;nbsp; And just so worked up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrel’s smile broadened.&amp;nbsp; “Good.”&amp;nbsp; With that, he resumed caressing the other boys abdomen, slipping his other hand under Liam’s shirt as well.&amp;nbsp; Liam moaned and leaned closer to Darrel, resting his head on the other boys shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrel brought his hands to Liam’s sides and used them to start pushing the other boy’s shirt slowly up his body, exposing Liam’s pasty stomach and chest.&amp;nbsp; Liam lifted his arms and allowed the other boy to remove his shirt completely.&amp;nbsp; He sat there feeling somewhat exposed.&amp;nbsp; Darrel placed his right hand on Liam’s chest and ran his thumb over the left nipple there, then he playfully pushed the shirtless boy backward.&amp;nbsp; Liam fell back, the futon’s arm pressing into him just below his shoulder blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrel knelt next to him and began to massage his bare chest while he returned to kissing him deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam lay there, giving in to the pleasure his lover’s touch was producing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SBzRIcZH-U3T_UgZ8tjjfSV4EszVcJnhfLHysIb2m4R7evqwLVrShZLl4Mml_PT9NaRXOXLbSwfBM8jQoS-7P7t96o-cQhIHkk3hrbAr-55zxf7xItQcF4oq0KTs4zOPWH27dFYplxM/s1600/frustrated-god.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;105&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SBzRIcZH-U3T_UgZ8tjjfSV4EszVcJnhfLHysIb2m4R7evqwLVrShZLl4Mml_PT9NaRXOXLbSwfBM8jQoS-7P7t96o-cQhIHkk3hrbAr-55zxf7xItQcF4oq0KTs4zOPWH27dFYplxM/s200/frustrated-god.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Writers often create characters who later turn out to be very different than what the writer intended.&amp;nbsp; In those cases, a writer may find himself faced with a character whose developed nature refuses to do what the writer&#39;s plan for the story requires.&amp;nbsp; At that moment, the writer is faced with the choice to either revise his story plans or force the character to act in ways that ruins the character&#39;s integrity, twisting him into something ghastly.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this way, a writer can come to understand one of the greatest frustrations of the gods, who deal with very much the same problem with the real people they&#39;ve created.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;What are some of your favorite comfort foods?&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night, was out late-ish for a group activity.&amp;nbsp; It was highly enjoyable, but it means that if I go out to write tonight (as I normally would), I will be out two nights in a row.&amp;nbsp; As much as it pains me to admit it (because it probably means my age is starting to get to me), it can be tiring and a health drain on me to go out two nights in a row.&amp;nbsp; Especially when you consider that I already threw of my sleep schedule this weekend and I&#39;m just now recovering from that.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll probably still write tonight, as I currently feel up to the task and I&#39;m not sure I want to find or make time tomorrow or Thursday to do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Saturday is the other issue.&amp;nbsp; Saturday is the first Saturday of the month, which means that Manly Bar will be having its monthly bear event.&amp;nbsp; I want to go to that.&amp;nbsp; This means that I either need to do my writing after I go to Manly Bar or reschedule.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll probably go to the diner when I leave the bar anyway, so writing that late at night isn&#39;t a huge issue.&amp;nbsp; The bigger issue is that I don&#39;t want to leave my laptop in my car during the freezing winter (especially since I&#39;m going to want to use it as soon as I take it in someplace warm, which is not a good idea), nor do I want to lug the laptop around with me inside the bar.&amp;nbsp; I suppose I could run home after getting done at the bar, grab the laptop, and go back to the diner.&amp;nbsp; However, that puts me out of my way.&amp;nbsp; Plus, once I&#39;m home, I&#39;m not sure I&#39;ll want to leave again.&amp;nbsp; So most likely, I will reschedule my Saturday night writing, possibly either to Friday at the diner (oh dear, that&#39;d make two late nights out again) or at a coffee shop on Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fortunately, Sunday night is still golden, so I don&#39;t have to worry about rescheduling that writing day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, I could always skip a writing day altogether, but I&#39;m trying to avoid that.&amp;nbsp; I have some momentum going and I&#39;d like to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the meantime, if you&#39;ve never seen it before, I highly recommend you check out the 2001 movie &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0206762/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Friends and Family&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s available for streaming via Netflix.&amp;nbsp; I watched it this weekend and thought it was hilarious.&amp;nbsp; Tony Lo Bianco plays a rather convincing Mafia Don, giving the part an air of understated authority and dignity.&amp;nbsp; Also, the way that the movie plays with stereotypes (imagine a group of stereotypical &quot;Wise Guys&quot; learning to &quot;queen it up&quot;) is actually humorous, something I find rare these days.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea how this movie came out in 2001 and I only discovered it in 2013.&lt;br /&gt;
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recognize that look.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I was pretty tired last Thursday night, seeing as I was out late (&lt;a href=&quot;http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-pleasant-evening-with-nice-guy.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;being incorrigible, no less&lt;/a&gt;) and then had to get up extra early for an early meeting at work Thursday morning.&amp;nbsp; (I actually got excused from that meeting, so I actually gave up that hour or so of extra sleep for nothing, but oh well.) So I simply was too tired to write a blog post Thursday night.&amp;nbsp; Then I had a busy day at work at work.&amp;nbsp; By the time I found time in the afternoon, I just wasn&#39;t in the mood to try and be all philosophical.&amp;nbsp; From there, the &lt;a href=&quot;http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/02/no-thought-this-friday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;post by Hellcat&lt;/a&gt; came into existence.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of Hellcat, she&#39;s the reason I&#39;m tired today.&amp;nbsp; Well, part of the reason, at least.&amp;nbsp; The other&amp;nbsp; part of the reason is that I stayed up late last night.&amp;nbsp; When I finally decided to go to bed, Hellcat decided it was playtime.&amp;nbsp; Now here&#39;s the thing about Hellcat:&amp;nbsp; She has to be near me most of the time I&#39;m home.&amp;nbsp; That means that if she decides that despite that fact that their six other rooms and a basement she could play in after I&#39;ve gone to bed, she finds it necessary to rare and tear through my sleeping area.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night, it was bad enough that I decided that my best bet was to get out of bed, find her string, and play with her.&amp;nbsp; It tends to tire her out and calm her down more quickly.&amp;nbsp; So at sometime after two in the morning, i was standing in my upstairs hallway, dangling a bit of string for my murderous little muffin.&amp;nbsp; Is there any greater evidence of just how much I love her.&amp;nbsp; (Granted, my love for her didn&#39;t keep me from cussing her out.)&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, I&#39;ve been taking it easy again today, which is why this post is so late.&amp;nbsp; The good news is that I think I&#39;ve gotten enough naps under my belt that I can go to the diner later tonight and work on my novel.&amp;nbsp; I certainly hope so.&amp;nbsp; I want to get one thousands words written tonight and another thousand tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; If I do, this will make a week when I got four thousand words written total.&amp;nbsp; To me, that&#39;s a great accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello, all.&amp;nbsp; This is Hellcat.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m writing to tell you that Colorful will not be posting a Friday Thought today as he has no thoughts.&amp;nbsp; You see, the zombies got to him last night and ate his brain.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know, I thought that it would be strange having human caretaker that no longer has a brain.&amp;nbsp; But now, I realize that I barely notice a difference.&amp;nbsp; Of course, he doesn&#39;t seem to understand how to open cans of cat food, which is why I will be going on a zombie killing rampage in the near future.&amp;nbsp; (I wonder if zombie flesh makes for good eating.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday, I was really craving physical affection and intimacy.&amp;nbsp; So I put out an ad asking any interested guys to invite me over &quot;for a movie and a cuddle.&quot;&amp;nbsp; It wasn&#39;t that sex was off the table.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted to make it clear it wasn&#39;t my primary goal and that I really was looking for physical contact more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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A guy replied, indicating he was in town for the night and invited me to come have a drink with him at the bar in his hotel and see where things went.&amp;nbsp; I agreed and threw on some shoes and headed out the door.&amp;nbsp; I figured it was worth a shot.&amp;nbsp; Besides, he had made it clear that he was buying the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s actually a pretty big thing for me.&amp;nbsp; In the past, I&#39;ve usually ended up paying for drinks and dinners when I go out with a guy.&amp;nbsp; (This is mainly because Colorful has had horrible taste in men in the past.)&amp;nbsp; So it was pleasant to have the other guy treat me for a change.&amp;nbsp; Since he was paying, he did insist I try Grey Goose vodka in my cocktail.&amp;nbsp; I agreed, as I&#39;m really not picky about my vodka&#39;s when it comes to cocktails (now rum is a different matter!).&amp;nbsp; It turned out to be quite pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;
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We sat in the lounge area enjoying our drinks and chatting.&amp;nbsp; The guy was about five to seven years ago and pretty interesting.&amp;nbsp; I was also amazed at how he seems to have a pretty sophisticated job that has him doing a lot of things that I tend to associate with sophisticated businessmen (and he was one), and yet he was incredibly down to earth and had a wicked sense of humor.&amp;nbsp; His take on wine tastings (&quot;The whole reason people normally go to a wine tasting is to get plastered&quot;) go me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a while, we decided to take our drinks back up to his room.&amp;nbsp; There, he gave me another surprise.&amp;nbsp; He asked me if I wanted to take a shower and indicated he needed to take one himself and that I could join him.&amp;nbsp; Now, I happen to like showering with someone else.&amp;nbsp; I think it&#39;s highly intimate.&amp;nbsp; As such, I agreed.&amp;nbsp; So he got the water ready and adjusted the temperature, then we both stripped down and climbed in together.&amp;nbsp; He ended up washing each other.&amp;nbsp; Like I said, intimate.&amp;nbsp; It was possibly the longest shower I&#39;ve ever taken.&lt;br /&gt;
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Afterward, we toweled off and got into bed where we spent a great deal of time exploring each other&#39;s bodies.&amp;nbsp; We only focused on body contact and oral (me giving, of course).&amp;nbsp; I found him to be an incredibly attentive partner.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve been with a lot of guys who, once they find out I&#39;m pretty much an exclusive bottom, will let me do all the work and barely touch me.&amp;nbsp; not this guy.&amp;nbsp; He made sure that I enjoyed myself.&amp;nbsp; In fact, he had me moaning and had me wishing we were prepared to do more by the time we were done.&lt;br /&gt;
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Afterward, I finished my drink and we talked a bit.&amp;nbsp; He asked if I&#39;d mind if he contacted me the next time he was in town.&amp;nbsp; I told him I&#39;d like that very much, so long as I&#39;m available.&amp;nbsp; (Hey, he wasn&#39;t good enough that I&#39;m not going to look for something more regular/permanent!)&lt;br /&gt;
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We eventually said our goodbyes.&amp;nbsp; I went home quite satisfied.&amp;nbsp; It had been a long time since I had done anything so pleasant and pleasurable.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/feeds/2229641450654594789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-pleasant-evening-with-nice-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/2229641450654594789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1798545138829504283/posts/default/2229641450654594789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingwaytoopersonal.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-pleasant-evening-with-nice-guy.html' title='A pleasant evening with a nice guy'/><author><name>The Colorful One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03481587761162537184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszESP2Jc93H9Li7L3_tV9xTBZpPXTBq8USuVu-rDQ3J2Uos-_v8pzq5FSafvUWGqakIcX4-PenHVowDuatGUxgGwFdd_Zx32ItQa2SaAR-bNuomj06q5SMslQREI2eQ/s220/colors.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ehYpnfa_QBQeQoNWQ-QxhqiEVDd8YwfT3icQC__QyYGx162ax5FALYkwdPEo5eRGH4VRBYNJJSSQqstCUd48Q0GnpJZ3pBMMWaAQi27TWKlM33gYns3eabesMzL0k0u8mkLe8yFsBnI/s72-c/cuddle.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798545138829504283.post-6346033940415360705</id><published>2013-02-20T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T12:16:50.712-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crushes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Get Personal With Me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="puppy love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The G(WT)P Experience"/><title type='text'>Get Personal With Me:  First Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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I...made the name up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today&#39;s installment of Get Personal With Me is a holdover from Valentine&#39;s Day.&amp;nbsp; Tell me about your first crush.&amp;nbsp; Who were they?&amp;nbsp; How did you know them?&amp;nbsp; Did they ever find out?&amp;nbsp; Did anyone else?&amp;nbsp; How did you feel around them?&amp;nbsp; How did they act around them?&amp;nbsp; If they found out, how did they respond?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Please keep the comment policy firmly in mind for this discussion.&amp;nbsp; Do not criticize what other people choose to share or put them down because of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday, I pulled out my DVD copy of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0345551/?ref_=sr_1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Latter Days&lt;/a&gt; and watched it again.&amp;nbsp; I love that movie, and it seems like every time I watch it, I notice something new.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;One of the things I noticed this time was when Keith (the guy Christian brought food to) grabbed Christian&#39;s arm and said all he saw was snow.&amp;nbsp; During that scene, Keith interpreted it as snow on a blank television screen.&amp;nbsp; However, I couldn&#39;t help to think of the upcoming scene outside the Salt Lake City Airport.&amp;nbsp; After all, it was snowing in that scene (and was a key point of the dialogue) and that scene was an extremely pivotal moment in Christian&#39;s (and Aaron&#39;s) life.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know if the writers intended for me to make that connection, but I found it an interesting one to make, all the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also noticed how good some of the non-verbal acting was, this time.&amp;nbsp; Like Aaron&#39;s mother&#39;s body language and facial expressions after Christian returns the pocket watch.&amp;nbsp; She expressed so much emotion without uttering a word in those few seconds.&amp;nbsp; Or the expression on Lila&#39;s face when Aaron mentions his &quot;brief but disastrous affair (encounter?) with a sharp object.&amp;nbsp; She communicate that perfect sense of suddenly being sure how to respond to such a revelation.&amp;nbsp; (Of course, I also like her &quot;he&#39;s a great tipper&quot; explanation to the two patrons who witness Christian&#39;s and Aaron&#39;s reunion.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, there&#39;s the one part of the movie that always troubles me when I see it.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s Christians story about being rescued in the snowstorm.&amp;nbsp; I understand the scene and I know it&#39;s not meant to imply anything untoward or encourage people to infer the worst.&amp;nbsp; However, it still troubles me and in many ways wish the writers had left it out or at least done something different (not sure exactly what) with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, given my own religious upbringing -- which was admittedly not nearly as strict as Aaron&#39;s portrayed (or many other guys&#39; real) experiences -- let&#39;s me identify a great deal with the movie.&amp;nbsp; I get that religious tension.&amp;nbsp; I get -- though not to the severity displayed -- the idea of &quot;giving up so much&quot; to be with someone you love because your family and closest community considers that love to be a sham or even demonic.&amp;nbsp; I suppose that&#39;s why I cry whenever I watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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That and it&#39;s just a total emotional roller coaster of a story with an awesome ending.&lt;br /&gt;
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