NBC/Universal to pull shows from iTunes; no more Battlestar Glactica or Hereos

NBC/Universal and the popular iTunes will part ways, after a new deal cannot be struck between the two. This means all of NBC’s shows and others produced by parent company, Universal -such as Heroes, Battlestar Galactica and The Office - will no longer be available to download off of iTunes.

The network’s iTunes contract ends on December 31, but since that falls in the middle of the season, Apple has decided to end its deal before the new TV season begins September 24. However, all shows that are currently on iTunes will remain until the end of the year.

The reason behind this is cost, as according to Apple, NBC/Universal (along with other networks and studios with the exception of ABC because Apple founder Steve Jobs is on Disney’s board) wants to charge more for their product. Apple wants to keep the cost consistent, at a $1.99 -and which has kept the site so popular, but NBC wants to charge as much as $4.99 an episode.

DVD: Eating Out 2: Sloppy Seconds

In a surprising twist, I think Eating Out 2: Sloppy Seconds is actually a better film than the first. The first had many charms, and the story was interesting and, at times, funny. It was also the film that introduced the world to Ryan Carnes, might I say. Still, Jim Verraros annoyed me in many ways, sometimes coming off as just too much a stereotype. What a pleasant surprise that in Sloppy Seconds, Verraros is charming and believable.

There are some genuine laughs in this film, plus a side message about groups of uptight people who prey on impressionable kids starting to find out about their sexuality. Scott Vickaryous shines in his role as Jacob, trying to be the leader of a ex-gay movement. His undoing is revealing, as much as the disrobing of Marco Dapper as Troy.

Thursday's Gymnastics

Day After Tomorrow

I got your letter today
and I miss you all so much here
I can't wait to see you all
and I'm counting the days here

I still believe that there's gold
at the end of the world
And I'll come home to Illinois
on the day after tomorrow

It is so hard and it's cold here
and I'm tired of taking orders
And I miss old Rockford town⁽²⁾
up by the Wisconsin border

What I miss, you won't believe
shoveling snow and raking leaves
And my plane will touch down
on the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes every nite
and I dream that I can hold you

They fill us full of lies, everyone buys
'bout what it means to be a soldier
I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel
'bout all the blood that's been spilled
Will god on this throne
get me back home
on the day after tomorrow

You can't deny, the other side
Don't want to die anymore then we do
What I'm trying to say is don't they pray
to the same god that we do?

And tell me how does god choose
whose prayers does he refuse?
Who turns the wheel
Who throws the dice
on the day after tomorrow

I'm not fighting, for justice
I am not fighting, for freedom
I am fighting, for my life
and another day in the world here

I just do what I've been told
We're just the gravel on the road⁽³⁾
And only the lucky ones come home
on the day after tomorrow

And the summer, it too will fade
and with it brings the winter's frost dear
And I know we too are made
of all the things that we have lost here

I'll be 21 today
I been saving all my pay
And my plane will touch down
on the day after tomorrow
And my plane it will touch down
on the day after tomorrow.

Watch Me While I Ruin My Career: The Larry Craig Story

So, another conservative "family" values guys has been caught with his pants down.

I'm shocked. Well, okay, maybe not.

I guess, what does surprise me is that Craig just assumed it would all go away. Plead guilty to something you "claim" never happened, and keep your fingers crossed that no one on this God's green Earth was going to find out about it. Maybe, if was little old me. A nothing guy living in a small twon in Southern California, this could've been kept quiet.

But he is a fucking senator. A Republican. A Conservative. A Family Values kind of Christain, who yells from the moutain top that gays, liberals and democrates are evil. Or Eeeeeevvvviiiiilllll as Grampa Simpson would say.

I'm not sure what the Bible says about duplicitous people, but I'm sure Jebus is not giving up the thumbs up on it. Still, his statements and his actions has got me wondering more about his state of mind and not what happened in the restroom.

Whether it was true or just a misunderstanding, his bizzare thought that if he pleaded guilty -and that seems even more outlandish if he believes it was all a misunderstanding - that it would fall through the cracks and never be revealed just tells me he has something to hide -even if it was just to hold onto his job.

We live in a 24/7 world, and with that comes a world of news that 20 years ago some would've called stuff that is not important. We have people liuke Perz Hilton who takes a disgusting pride in destroying the lives of stars -which I grant, they deserve sometimes. We have CNN and FOXNews fighting each other like school bullies in the yard about who is Left and who is Right.

And, since living here now 2 years, where news about actors apparent suicide attempt leads off the local news. The pesky war in Iraq and the floods in the midwest can wait. We have an over-priced A List actor in the hospital for God sakes.

Larry Craig is an idiot, and needs help for it. He should resign, if only because he thought is would "all go away." What an asshole.

Idaho is a big RED state, so if he does the smart thing, and pull the plug on his forever damaged political career, the Republicans can hold the state in '08. However, maybe he should stay in and ask for re-election next year. If he goes this route, then the Dem's have a fighting chance to change the color of the state.

But, I don't see that happening.

And what is with these family value guys anyway? I guess it just proves that being anything but straight leads to getting some nooky (cause, you know, the wives are fridge bitches who would rather have bake sales than see their husbands penis erect anytime soon) at the local bathroom -even one in an airport.

In closing, the lines from a Morrissey song comes to mind. Maybe this why they do the things they do:

Why did you give me so much desire,
When there is nowhere I can go to offload this desire?
And why did you give me so much love in a loveless world,
When there's no one I can turn to to unlock all this love?

Odyssey's opening credits

The Grey Havens

When I was able to grow a beard, I did. Of course, it was mostly because I wanted to look older and be like my brother. I started one around 1980, when I was about 18 and kept it for most of my 20's -shaving it off every once and while, but growing it back quickly.

As I reached the end of the 20's and I noticed my hair starting to go grey (or white), it also started to show in my beard. When I turned 30, I shaved it off for good, and over the years as my hair -especially on the sides - got whiter I often wondered what my beard would look like now.

Of course, on weekends when I don't shave, I could see how white it was becoming, but I could still see some dark hairs there. Anyways, when DJ at work grew out his beard over the last few weeks - making him even hotter - I thought maybe, I should grow it now.

After the last Odyssey shoot, I had already decided to cut my hair. As far as I know, I'll not appear on screen as Vito until next spring at the earliest -cause after we finish 1.02 in September, we'll begin work on 1.01 of Helena Chronicles in October (which I'll only be working behind the scenes on) then we break for the Holidays before returning to film 1.03 of Odyssey, which while I'm directing, Vito will not appear. After that, I'm unsure of the schedule. I'm thinking 1.02 of Helena Chronicles will come in March, followed by 1.04 of Odyssey in April or May. So, plenty of time to grow (and color) my hair back.

So, my hair is super short, almost buzzed and I've started to grow the beard out. It is very white, but some dark hair is still battleing to show through. I'm unsure how long both will stay my natural color. It does make me feel old - I mean, I still have more white than my older brother. Oh well, I can always color it. Still, it has been a bummer.

Will someone keep a Tim Minear show on longer than 4 episodes?

Ever-underappreciated TV journeyman Tim Minear and Emmy-winning director Todd Holland have landed a pilot commitment from ABC for Miracle Man. Minear is penning the script, Holland will direct, and both will exec-produce.

Minear is often called one of the best TV writers out there and his last effort, the under appreciated Drive, showed why. Still, FOX cancelled after just four episodes. Which, in some ways, should not surprise him -his association with the mini-network has not gone well. But his work is usually characterized by a sharp, black humor and an ability to portray characters who are sympathetic, understandable, yet completely wrong. That is so wrong of FOX’s -if not all the networks - demographics.

Minear’s career began in the mid 1990's, scripting episodes of Lois and Clark and The X Files before hooking up with the Joss Whedon created universe of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel and Firefly, where he wrote and directed many episodes.

Before the Firefly debacle, he came to FOX for the Bryan Fuller and Todd Holland created brilliance that was Wonderfalls, penning two episodes -one which never aired - because FOX cancelled the show after 4 episodes.

After that, he was hired by FOX retool the short lived The Inside and then last year’s Standoff -which died just as quickly. Drive was another show that was pulled too soon.

Now, he’ll head over to ABC for Miracle Man which focuses on a disgraced televangelist who realizes that God is using him to perform real miracles and change lives.

Tuesday's Boys

Monday's Child

NBC Primetime Preview -- HEROES -- Season Two

Preview of Season 2

Stardust

Stardust is no Princess Bride, yet the film is far superior to most that is being offered to the general audience these day, however it takes a bit to get going.

Still, there is some sly humor here and there is some chemistry between the very pretty Claire Danes, and the handsome Charlie Cox and his bee-stung lips. I’ve yet to read the book the film is based on, but I’ve read other Gaiman novels, and find his approach to fantasy very different from most. He likes to upset the balance and see what happens, with characters that are very different from the norm.

The rest of the cast does well, especially Robert DeNiro in a scene stealing role as Captain Shakespeare (and one character created just for the film). Michelle Pfeiffer is wonderful as a witch in search of eternal youth. So, despite the juggling of many genres that can cause a little confusion, it still has enough excitement, some great humor and some good performances to make a lively, and fun time at the movies.

Self Pic's 4

A disclaimer?

King George

Dear God

,hope you got the letter, and...
I pray you can make it better down here.
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
but all the people that you made in your image, see
them starving on their feet 'cause they don't get
enough to eat from God, I can't believe in you

Dear God, sorry to disturb you, but... I feel that I should be heard
loud and clear. We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
and all the people that you made in your image, see them fighting
in the street 'cause they can't make opinions meet about God,
I can't believe in you

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue? Did you make
mankind after we made you? And the devil too

, don't know if you noticed, but... your name is on
a lot of quotes in this book, and us crazy humans wrote it, you
should take a look, and all the people that you made in your
image still believing that junk is true. Well I know it ain't, and
so do you, dear God, I can't believe in I don't believe in

I won't believe in heaven and hell. No saints, no sinners, no
devil as well. No pearly gates, no thorny crown. You're always
letting us humans down. The wars you bring, the babes you
drown. Those lost at sea and never found, and it's the same the
whole world 'round. The hurt I see helps to compound that
Father, Son and Holy Ghost is just somebody's unholy hoax,
and if you're up there you'd perceive that my heart's here upon
my sleeve. If there's one thing I don't believe in

it's you....

It's the Pits Monday

Fetish 2

Weekend stuff

Filming yesterday continued on 1.02 of Star Trek: Odyssey. We filmed my scenes as Vito with Adam. It was a very warm day, one the made me a little skittish of the day. I felt, a bit, not myself on Saturday. I was tired, after a long week of not sleeping very well. This happens to me, on occasion. It's usually a week where, for some reason, I don't get a full night's sleep. I wake up a few times, mostly from dreams that I don't remember. Of course, there was a few nights when I should've gone to bed as early as 10pm because I get up at 4:30 or so. But, I would stay up until 11:30 or later.

This would cause me to worry about getting enough sleep, thus I would toss and turn. Also, add on the warm nights. For a week now, the heat of summer has finally taken its toll. Days in the 100's, with the night time lows taking forever to reach into the low 70's.

Anyways, as the day went on, after I had gotten made up as Vito, I ate lunch. The problem was, it was like 2pm and I had not eaten anything except for handful of cookies. I was getting a headache. We filmed our scenes, taking a few hours to do it. Thankfully, Andrew was there to read book. Adam, bless his heart, is so easy to work with and I think our Thursday "rehearsal" helped the scene -and surprisedly, maybe, Beo seemed open to our suggestions.

So, by the time we finished, I had a bad headache. I took some aspirin, but after an hour or so, I still felt terrible. The headache pain was reduced, but did not fully go away. I guess I needed more food, or some caffeine -but neither was available.

I stayed until the end of filming, and tried to clean up -my duties as AD. But even cleaning the brushes from the makeup made my head hurt, and as I just stood in front of the sink, I was breaking out in a sweat.

So, after many people telling me to leave -including Andrew, who has more health issues than I - I took off. I got home and took some more aspirin and sat in front of the air condintioner. But I grew tired, and ended up on the living room floor, trying to watch TV.

At 9:30, Ice Age came on FX. I started to watch it, but I kept closing my eyes. About 25 minutes later, I thought this was stupid and went to bed. It was 9:55 on a Staurday. And I was in bed. Alone.

Again.

I woke up at about 3:30 this morning. The headache was, to my surprise, still there. Again, the pain was reduced, but it was still there. I turned off the window fan and crawled back into bed. I selpt another 3 hours.

I stayed in bed, watching the TV until 9, where I got dressed and headed over to Starbucks for a very hot mocha and to finish The Ruins by Scott Smith.

Needless to say, the headache finally departed this afternoon, after another round of pills, and some hotdogs.

Dinner came late tonight, and watched 300 with Bill. Dumb movie, 300 is. While the story is based on fact, I'm confused as to why they added all The Lord of The Rings fantasy to it. In the end, it was violent film, bloddy and one I generally avoid. Hot guys in leather is not enough reason to watch it.

So, that's yesterday and today.

Life goes on.

The Ruins by Scott Smith

I’ve always liked Stephen King’s tales of horror, though oddly, never been a huge fan of the movie adaptations (with a few exceptions, such as The Dead Zone). TV has been a bit more faithful to his works, but they sometimes fail to capture the true nature of what King’s books are about, which is what happens to the people when things fall apart.

Scott Smith, who back in 1993 wrote the thriller A Simple Plan, returned in 2006 with The Ruins, a horror novel that is creepy in many ways, yet very familiar in others. Two couples, who are preparing to return to college in the fall, venture to Canc n for a vacation. They hook-up with a German tourist, who is searching for his brother, who vanished a few days earlier with some girl who wanted to take him to some ruins in the forest. A Greek man, also tags along.

A language barrier is the least of these peoples problems, as it seems the local people are trying to prevent them from going. They seem to know something, yet the six ignore them.

All too soon, though, they realize that ruins they’ve been in search of -and the people they are looking for, hold a terrifying secret. There is a presence at this site, one that will drive them to their demise.

As a whole, the book is well written, if not filled with stereotypical twenty something kids, with the females coming off as unappealing and annoying. While I can picture in my mind the cast of the forthcoming movie (cause Smith goes out of his way to point out the size and weight of each of the characters -not a “normal” human among them, but male and female models; skinny and beautiful) of the book, its that exact reason why I found the novel distracting. Horror movies and books depend on stupid people doing stupid things -though the karma is they get what they dissever in the end. And these arrogant, spoiled college students seem to be the cream of the crop. There blundering into areas that the should not have blundered into, is so unoriginal. It often reminded me of films where the heroine ventures into the dark room calling out “Who’s there?” I mean most people would just beat a path out of there.

Even the much older Mathias seems a bit dumb, not putting two and two together until its much too late.

Still, I give Smith props, as I feared the book was going to be more of a slasher than real psychological horror. It’s overlong, to be sure, but it transcends more typical horror of the slice and dice variety. And while the young adults are beautiful, I kind of liked the parts were the doomed group begins to wonder who’ll play them in the movie version of this unfolding horror.

It’s a good read, but I was never spooked out by it. But maybe because I’ve read Stephen King so much that I cannot be frightened anymore. Plus, I see these people -these idiots making the most basic mistakes - and wonder why I should even care about them.

I think that says more about me, though?

Ballroom Blitz!

Hunks of Friday

David the Drama Queen

It seems I can be a drama queen, sometimes.

I Have Forgiven Jesus

I was a good kid, I wouldn't do you no harm,
I was a nice kid, With a nice paper round
Forgive me any pain, I may have brung to ya,
With God's help I know, I'll always be near to ya

But Jesus hurt me,
When he deserted me, but, I have forgiven you Jesus
For all the desire,
You placed in me when there's nothing I can do with this desire

I was a good kid,
Through hail and snow, I'd go just to moon you, I carried my heart in my hand
Do you understand, Do you understand

But Jesus hurt me,
When he deserted me, but, I have forgiven you Jesus
For all of the love,
You placed in me when there's no one I can turn to with
this love

Monday - humiliation, Tuesday - suffocation, Wednesday - condescension, Thursday
- is pathetic
By Friday life has killed me, By Friday life has killed me,
Oh pretty one,
Oh pretty one

Why did you give me so much desire, W
When there is nowhere I can go to offload this desire?
And why did you give me so much love in a loveless world,
When there's no one I can turn to to unlock all this love?

And why did you stick me in self deprecating bones and skin?,
Jesus do you hate me?
Why did you stick me in self deprecating bones and skin?
Do you hate me?, Do you hate me? Do you hate me? Do you hate me? Do you hate me?

I'm fucked!

While this will surprise no one, I'm not the nicest guy to round, even on my good days.

A part of that, I guess, comes from my total lack of trying anything new by myself. This effects me in so many ways. Here I spent a fucking week off from work, and what did I do? Well, besides a nice day with JT and the Usual Suspects on Tuesday, I did really nothing. Hell, I didn't even increase my bike riding. I still only went on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and today -I had planned to ride everyday.

I had also planned to visit my cousin this week, but they were busy all week long, but they said I could come on Saturday, but then I would be just tagging along while Sydney played soccer. Which is great, I love her to death, but at times, when I spend time with them doing "family" stuff with their friends, I feel isolated and alone. Straight couples (and republicans, mostly) scare the fuck out of me.

Then there was the whole I'm going to ocean, which never happened if only because I would have to do it myself. And I hate spending time with myself. And I hat doing things by myself. And what of Wednesday, when Bill was off? Did we do anything? Nope. Bill came home from the doctors, and because his foot was bothering him, we did nothing.

I had also planned to look for a job, well, maybe go to one of those places that help you find a job. But, or course, me being me, had no ambition to do this. So, by yesterday, I was steamed off so much, so depressed about my fucking life, that I shut down. Sat on my ass and watched TV most of the day. Watched a really bad Doctor Who episode on Sci Fi, followed by the crappy Flash Gordon. Jebus, the 1980 camp version is more brillant tahn this piece-o-shit.

This Wednesday, Greg and Philip are in town, and they'll be stopping at the house. We plan to go to dinner. Great more money going out. Anyways, I decided to clean the kitchen. So, I did almost everything in there: the washer/dryer, cleaned the outside of the fridge, the stove (which hardly gets used, but attracts all the dust), cleaned the counters and the sink. And washed the really dirty floor.

And that ate up most of time, as I got doown on my hands and knee's and scrub it. Of course, the dirt is so in grained on the floor, it does not really come clean, but it sure looks better than it did. Did a load of laundry, did some dusting and cleaned my bathroom from tub to floor (also on my hand and knee's). I sweated like a pig, but the one advantage, I guess to being alone all day on a Saturday, is that I cleaned nekkid. I mean, why dirty up clothes with sweat and grim?

But when I see Bill tomorrow, he's got to clean the rest of the house for Greg. I'll clean up my room, probably Tuesday night, but I'm done cleaning anything else.

I still feel a bit depressed though. I know I'm the only one that can change my future, but you see, I need someone to push me, to prod me. If not, I'll do what I did this week: nothing. I lack the spirit of competitiveness. Don't get me wrong, when I'm at work, I want and demand that my store be the best, but when I get out of that store, when the real world comes into the equation, I realize that I’m never going to win. I lack grace and tact. I say things at the wrong time and am unable to make people understand things. I lack confidence, I have a short attention span, an inability to plan. I lack patience and underestimate obvious difficulties of everything.

I am good at what I do, but lack the temper to work in this service industry. I cannot stand people who lack the basic ability to use logic in every day life. Another words, I have little patience with idiots.

This is not a good thing to have in today's job market. Thus, while I know I can be a manager at Borders, I also know dealing with these jerks and nimrods will make my life a living hell. What I need is for someone to help me, to say I think I can get you into an interview with my company - a company that I could never get an interview for on my own. But, alas, I screwed that up the last time, but I'm willing to try and make it work.

But, then, you only get one chance. I blew mine.

It's another Saturday night. Funny, I used to look forward to them. Now, I'm counting the 48 hours until I can return to work.

Odyssey on GMTV

Yep, got to love the press

Zac

So, for the few that come here, those some might know of my love for twinks. Yet, for some reason, Zac Efron does nothing for me. He looks so Disney - I mean, so plain, and made. Like a Frankenstein creature. And in that Rolling Stone cover on the top photo proves it even more. Too much bronzer, too much makeup and too much photo enhancing. Blah.

Granted he does have a nice body, and if I was a guessing man, a gambling man, I would say he plays on our team. But that is just wild specualtion, after all, not every guy that makes musicals are gay. But on the other hand, if Zac wants to be an "actor", he'll need to stop doing these pictures. Disney already has High School Musical 3 in the works and he's doing a motion picture version of the broadway muscial Footloose -'cause it's not a remake of the Kevin Bacon film.

So, I guess I like twinks because they've won the genetic lottery, but at the end of the day, I like my boys a little dirty.

Trevor the intern

Trevor, The Mentos intern

Vacation

Can't seem to get my mind off of you
Back here at home there's nothin' to do
Now that I'm away
I wish I'd stayed
Tomorrow's a day of mine that you won't be in

When you looked at me I should've run
But I thought it was just for fun
I see I was wrong
And I'm not so strong
I should've known all along that time would tell

A week without you
Thought I'd forget
Two weeks without you and I
Still haven't gotten over you yet

CHORUS
Vacation
All I ever wanted
Vacation
Had to get away
Vacation
Meant to be spent alone

A week without you
Thought I'd forget
Two weeks without you and I
Still haven't gotten over you yet

Touching my buddy

Michael Tolliver Lives by Armistead Maupin

They say everything gets better with age.

But in the world of homosexuality, where an obsession with perfect looks, body and clothes is a contact sport (and the same goes for world, really, but I think its more prevalent with us gays) , most young gays would like nothing to do with anyone older than say 25. And heaven forbid you even think that they have sex.

When Armistead Maupin began his Tales of The City series for the San Francisco Chronicle in 1976, I’m sure no one thought how important the stories of Michael, Brian, Mary Ann, Mona and Mrs Madrigal would become. It was then, the first chronicle of modern gay life, filled with the joys and pains of being who you are and accepted by your “logical” family instead of your biological one. Maupin would eventually write five novels based on those stories from the newspaper, centering on the characters who live at 28 Barbary Lane. A sixth novel was published in 1989.

The cultural impact of those books fed a generation of gay men and women already living in the era, plus the ones who came after, which was I, when I started reading them around 1987-88. Of course, I knew about them before I picked up the first book, but until I got a bit older and finally accepted who I was did I want to read them.

With Sure of You, the sixth book in the series published in 1989, we left our characters coping with problems the 1980's brought on: AIDS and the rise of the conservative movement. Now, Maupin -who had wanted to do a novel about aging gay men and how they fit within the current fixation that after the age of 25 in gay life, you might as well as never go out again - found the perfect voice to do it in, good old Mouse.

Michael Tolliver Lives, is in many ways -like all of Maupin’s Tales books - semi-autobiographical. Michael is 55, HIV positive and now married to Ben, who is 21-years younger than him. In real life, Maupin has the same arraignment.

The novel itself is wonderfully written -and to be honest, you don’t have to read the previous 6 books in the series (even though Maupin says this book is not the seventh volume), as he gives updates on all the characters. The author’s talent has aged well, and he gets across the message that just because you are, say in your 50's, you can still be attracted to men younger than you.

After all, straight men have been doing for years, marrying women as much as 30 years younger than they are. So, I guess, there is hope for me.

Friends

Back in early July, my friend Marc and his boyfriend Brad were in LA visiting a mutal friend - Jamie and her husband Andrew (who live across the street where Poltergiest girl Dominique Dunne was murdered in 1982 and where Jamie said people are always coming by photgraphing the driveway. Creepy). While the Sunday visit was short, I was very happy to see them both again.

I've known Marc since 1997, and he is the best kind a friend anyone can have, as he speaks his mind and is very honest with people. Plus, this man is a fountain of musical information. He loves it they way I love TV and movies. His encyclopedia knowledge is breathtaking, and he sure knows most trivia connected with the music industry.

He has this gregarious personality that makes people fall easily into his orbit, and like a true Virgo, once he choses you as a friend, it's for life.

I miss Marc immensely, even if in the last few years before I moved it would be a few months between visits. I have only a short list of people who I hold very dear to me, and Marc is one of them.

Of course, there are a few other Chicago guys I miss, most notably Dave and Andrew, who've I've known since 1992 (and who are a great example of a gay couple who've been together for years). Then there's Marty, the Chicago cop, always with a smile. My BFF David and his long-time friend David (yes, I seem to know a lot of gay men named David).

Someday, I'll blog about one guy, named Dennis. My oldest friend, who has since vanished from life after I outed myself to him. I've not seen or spoken to him in over 12 years, and I've know him since I was 5 or 6.

Sad, indeed.

Anyways, I've been wanting to say something about Marc and Brad's visit, but I kept forgetting.
Still, as mush as I miss him -and the rest of the usual suspects - I don't want to move back to Chicago. Even if things go wrong here, I'll stay on the west coast. I like the weather so much better (even the sometime annoying sunny days with high heat) and don't miss the cold spring days of the Windy City.

Chad Vader: Episode 3

Random Friday Hotness

Judas Kiss- The Movie

Judas Kiss

Anyone ever want to be part of a movie?

Click the above link and see how you can help my good friends, director JT Tepnapa and writer Carlos Pedraza, as they work on their first feature.

The site has the entire story about Judas Kiss, where you can invest and even be part of the crew. There's also a contest and a store to purchase products. Also included is the first two podcasts. The second one features Star Trek: Hidden Frontier/Odyssey actor Bobby Rice and Star Trek: New Voyages actor Evan Fowler in a real hot photo shoot.

Chad Vader - Day Shift Manager (episode 2)

Chad Vader - Day Shift Manager (episode 1)

Love this webseries

Hump Day

Mika - Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)

Mika's back for his take on Queen's Big Bottom Girl