Column # 3: Who is John Galt?

Certainly he had potential to be gay.

Not to dog on the west coast, but kind of dressed like something that popped out of a magazine from one of those three or four stores that all look the same. I think Abercrombie is one of them. Well that, with a flare of something else that popped out of the ocean after a wicked surf.

Looking back on it I realize I would have given him the benefit of the doubt on any other setting. But at the house we were walking towards, lived an openly gay and mutual friend.

By the end of the night it was clear to both of us that similar motives had led us to take up the invitation that evening. Gay guys tend to draw in a crowd of good looking ladies. We both understood this, which by default made us put each other in the “this dude gets it” category.

That’s how I met Alex, my bro.

A character. Alex grew up on a farm on the outskirts of your epitome of small town. Growing up he went through the ropes that the culture often lies out before you. And he handled them well. He excelled academically, was the star athlete and naturally, there is always stories about the ladies. But before these ropes were tossed at him, he had already begun to weave and handle something within.

Not long into his first semester at Kansas State University, Alex stumbled across what he had woven as a boy in the farm. Feeling enlightened, he began to take the first steps in unraveling these knots.

On different days of the week Alex would dress up as different characters. What better way to practice than to throw himself on the real stage. One day the emo look, the next the uptight nerd, and another day, why not, the attention seeking jock.

He made a decision most fear to make. He stacked all his chips and went all in to pursue his dream, his happiness. Seeing that his nuclear engineering degree would not get him where he dreamed to be, Alex stopped going to class. His new classroom became the library and his textbooks were replaced by film and finance literature.

Then, he left. For a period of time the rough side of Denver became home. After hustling at Red Lobster and mastering the serving industry, it was time to move on. A packed U-Haul and half a country later Alex found himself in the east coast, getting closer and closer to his dream.

After being away for a few years Alex made it back home. But not in defeat or in search of a different dream, just to recharge. Since then, he has acted in numerous plays, presented monologues, and gone back out east a couple of times. It’s also been during his return home that we grew to know each other at the human level.

From time to time we reminisce on the way we met. We never fail to feel the hilarity of thinking each other was gay during dinner and good spirits with friends that night.

This summer he leaves for New York City, and this time, it’s for good. His gamble paid off and the ropes of the concrete jungle await.

A Response to Megan's Response to my Post on Dogs

Allow me to clarify. First off, I like dogs, the Blue Tic Hound on the post is actually the kind of dog I would get, if I ever get one. It is at least 21 times bigger than a mouse, therefore it qualifies to be a dog. If you can kick it and it goes in the air...it's not a dog. That's all I'm screaming. And the whole walking the dog thing, to me it's slavish, especially if it's less than 21 times the size of a mouse, then it qualifies for something so absurd that I don't have to to explain right now. To wrap things up, dogs are cool, rodents aren't, and cat pee stinks.

Pet

If it needs a leash, it's probably not your best friend anyway.

Dogs are not meant to be walked. Every time I see a person with their often times over-sized rodent that they perceive to be a dog, it kills me. What's worse is when I see middle aged men doing it and their wife is walking next to them. It honestly makes me wonder what could have possible gone wrong.

When I think of a dog, I think of something at least 21 times bigger than your average rodent, something that belongs outside, serves an actual purpose and preferably feeds itself. From there on out they are merely animals kept for pleasure, used to satisfy vanity.

Uh oh

Response to Greer’s post “An Answer to True Love and Relationships”

Greer's Post

Two points I agree with the most, knowing what you want becomes your expectations, and just do it with your partner, the compromising that is. Ha. Here is my rant on expectations though.

“Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.” Rather fatalist line dropped by C.S. Lewis, but I like it, mainly because I don’t know what the hell love is. But I imagine and am willing to admit that “true love” in a relationship would never reach its peaks of bliss if there wasn’t indeed that possibility for either of the hearts involved to be wrung. That little element of risk serves its purpose. However, wouldn’t the cause for a mangled heart in the first place be just that, expectations? Not necessarily unmet expectations, just expectations. I have expectations for myself and keeps me plenty busy, I can’t fathom holding expectations for another person, another mind driven by different experiences. Too much to suss out at my blooming two and 1/10 decades.

Great Value Parking

In one of my recent trips to the super market I scored the best parking spot I've ever landed in my many trips to this monopoly. Consequently, I also discovered the best time to avoid the crowd, other than the late nights in which you have to get your random cravings while weaving through the stocking crew. The time: 7:30 a.m.

I made my way through the sliding doors, received a forced greeting from a could be grandparent, grabbed my cart and started shopping. Half way through, I came across something I'm sure all of you have also noticed, the phenomenal rate at which Great Value is taking over the world.

Orgy

Was never too fond of foursquare. Although I will admit, I did bounce that clumsy halfway deflated ball around a time or two during my recess sessions growing up. But common, had to play the game, how else was I to impress the girl I had a crush on, other than by dominating the fourth square for a minute or two.

Well, this playground amusement is making a resurgence. This time however, Foursquare isn’t competing with the olden day playground favorites, you know, like some hoops, racing across the monkey bars, or for the fellas, even the highly penalized smear-the-queer.

In fact, this time around it’s on the virtual playground, joining the ranks with new favorites like Facebook, Twitter, and Myspace.

Yes, this social networking business has a new location-based game and its quickly gaining popularity. It's kind of like a glorified Facebook status update or Tweet.

Granted Foursquare is mainly found in metropolitan areas, but ya never know, before you know it you could have this new form of cyber foreplay popping up on your phone, and like all the others, more than four can play.