An update of sorts to an old classic…
Modern Monster Mash – Key of Awesome – 2014
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SDCC Comic Con 2018 Day 1
Fearsome’s new Hawk Man mask
New Friend
With the nephew in the My Little Pony booth
Should we adopt?
Another new Friend
Damn Zombies
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It’s here, Comic-Con San Diego
SDCC 2018
Waiting to get in, these people are in front of me.
And these people are behind me. Only another hour before doors open!
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Now that the rant is over…
It’s time to search for inspiration.
What better place to start than to open my eyes and look for the good.
To look for a hero, even maybe the hero within.
And of corse look to the hero that is Anne Marie.
In my lifetime
I was but a young child in 1969. I had no knowledge of The Stonewall Inn or of sexuality for that matter. I remember Sesame Street, a man walking on the moon and some horrible war in a far off place called Vietnam.
Little did I know that the brave fed up downtrodden souls of a small group of misfits would change the corse of history that I might live as securely, lovingly and openly as I do today.
Stonewall Inn NYC Circa 1969
Not quite 50 years ago we couldn’t even congregate without the risk of jail.
At times in one’s life one must stand up for righteousness.
Brave souls for whom I am grateful.
Obvious societal outcasts we were.
One should never take for granted the freedom and respect we have gained. One should never assume that history will not repeat itself. One should always stand up and speak out when injustice and discrimination rear their ugly fearful heads, even when that injustice or discrimination is happening to another person, group, religion or race.
Fear is a powerful force in humanity. Fear can destroy a civilization. Overcoming societal fear starts with me, and with you, having the courage to stand for what is right.
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bonus…
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Oh why not…
The Kilted Coaches Christmas Workout
Eye Candy. Enjoy!
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Tomorrow we host our chosen family Christmas here at our home. It’s a 25 year tradition. Twenty two of our closest friends who we call The Family will be here at our home. It’s a pot luck dinner. It’s always delicious.
My contribution this year? Fresh roasted turkey breast and two cakes. I baked the cakes today.
Kentucky Butter Cake & Coconut Cake
I’ve posted both of these recipes previously. Both are scrumptious.
You can find the Kentucky Butter Cake recipe at this LINK, it’s the best freakin’ pound cake that will ever cross your lips. Fearsome’s soon to be famous Coconut Cake recipe is HERE.
Feel free to steal, use, bake and enjoy our recipes.
Merry Christmas Eve y’all!
Corrected
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Thankyou, Fearsome
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My head is in a spin 🎶
My feet don’t touch the ground 🎵
Back in the day when I started hitting the local gay disco this tune was a staple. I couldn’t begin to fathom the amount of calories my tushy burned pulsing ’round the dance floor to this one. Fearsome was but a big-n-bushy Porn Star Mustache in those days. Whew!… the memories!
Why I get the vapors just thinking about it.
My knees shake🎶
My heart beats like a drum🎵
It feels like, it feels like I’m in love!🎶
Mom
Mom turns 85 this week. Mom is recovering well from the mild stroke she had back in early December. I’m flying out Tuesday to visit mom to celebrate her birthday this week. I got her a gift from my local Apple Store.
Apple Watch Sport and a Milanese loop magnetic band.
Mom lives alone. Mom occasionally falls. Mom wants to remain in the house she and dad purchased in 1957. Mom cherishes her independence. Mom needs some type of device to call for help just in case.
I’ve researched the Life Alert buttons, the call center monitors and the like. All of them scream you are old and you have to now wear this horrible looking button around your neck. Plus you must now have an ugly two way monitoring station connected to some call center in your home with a monthly fee. And, oh by the way, don’t venture out of range of this station unless someone is with you. Stay Put! Wear This House Arrest Button …FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY DAMMIT!
Enter Apple products. Mom already has an iPhone, an iPad and has WiFi in her house. If her phone is with her she is covered …such as when she leaves the house. However she doesn’t carry the iPhone with her in the house. Last summer Apple added an SOS feature to the Apple Watch OS. By giving her this new watch I will put a life alert system right on her wrist. One that she can even wear in the shower.
The Apple Watch features a new SOS alert that you can activate from the screen that will call 911 first and then start calling the contacts you have in your iPhone’s emergency contact list automatically. What if she falls and can’t activate the screen you ask? Apple’s SIRI has that covered as well. The Apple Watch responds to the “Hey Siri” command and will call 911, my brother, myself or whoever she chooses simply with her verbal command right from her wrist. Her phone doesn’t have to be with her as it will use the WiFi in her house. If she is out her phone is in her purse and she can still use the Apple Watch as it will then call through the phone.
Was it inexpensive? No.
Was it reasonable for what it will do? Hell yes.
Was it a bargain in order to have mom wearing a stylish hip happening piece of technology on her wrist that doesn’t scream “I am old and my son makes me wear this help I’ve fallen and can’t get up button”? Big hell fucking yes!
Knowing this information, what do I want for Christmas next year? An Apple Watch. You don’t have to be 85 to fall and not be able to get up.
Travelous interrupterous
So I land in Dulles for a short layover on way to Ft. Lauderdale. When I turn my phone on it explodes with texts asking if I am ok. It seems that this happened…
5 dead and 8 injured at Delta baggage claim in Ft. Lauderdale airport.
I should have already boarded my plane to fly there. However the plane that I fly there on is sitting on the tarmac there, full of passengers coming here, waiting to take off. The FTL airport is still closed so who knows when it will take off and when I will get to board it to head there.
While I am having the minor inconvenience of travelous interrupertous (my how spell check hates me when I make up my own words) there are families and friends grieving the loss of the five Delta passengers who died at the hands of a crazy man and eight others injured in the hospital. I pray for them. Yes I do pray.
It seems that the gunman had just flown in on a Delta flight, picked up his bag from the luggage carousel, retrieved the gun from his checked bag and opened fire. Seriously. Crazy lives amoung us. Sorry folks but that is horrible. Innocent travelers possibly on their way to a vacation of their dreams, coming home, visiting friends & family, working on a business trip, returning from a deployment overseas or maybe even going on a honeymoon …dead at the luggage carousel because some crazy asshole fucker had a gun in his checked bag.
A fucking gun in a fucking checked bag on a fucking airplane.
Soapbox. Yep I stepped on it.
Now I’ll get back off of it.
So several hours late or maybe tomorrow morning I will finally arrive at my destination of Ft. Lauderdale Florida, my second home. I will stand at a luggage carousel waiting for my bag. I will shed tears. I will remember poor souls I never met. I’ll pray for the loved ones in mourning. I’ll feel gratitude that I was not there at that moment. I will be grateful I was spared and had the minor inconvenience of having to wait here at the United Club outside of Washington DC at the Dulles airport.
Tell your loved ones you love them. Tell them now, and tell them often. Stop smell the roses, take time, value the important things and never ever forget the blessing that is this very moment.
Trick-or-Treating Purse First
Heartwarming story about a determined creative and his awesome mother.
Halloween is a night for boys to dress up as their heroes: firefighters, police officers, military personnel, baseball players and superheroes. My nine-year-old son C.J. is no different from most boys. He’ll dress up as his hero for Halloween. His hero is Bob The Drag Queen.
Bob The Drag Queen is the winner of the most recent season of RuPaul’s Drag Race. Bob, RuPaul and all the queens are brave, strong heroes for my rainbow son. They’ve taught him to celebrate his uniqueness, cultivate his own style and let criticisms roll off his back. They’ve taught him the importance and power of loving himself. They’ve also taught him a few words and phrases that I’ve told him he can’t use until he’s 18.
C.J. has watched Bob The Drag Queen’s “Purse First” music video more times than I can count (his second favorite video to watch is Alaska’s “Your…
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