Day 4 of....?

Day four of bitchy Rob, wonder how long this will last?

Do we need a reminder?

Ok people, listen up, here are the rules.

When you have invited someone into your house your first priority is to find them a comfortable spot to sit, and to offer them a drink. If you listen to my mother then that drink you accept is water, tap water, if you are very thirsty you could possibly ask for a second after you have sipped your way through the first.

After you have made them comfortable and offered them a drink - make sure the conversation is two sided, ask them things about themselves, their recent activities and you can intersperse some of your own thoughts, activities, etc.

Threesome?

Just finished a hot threesome - me, Poirot and the weeks worth of ironing. Hot huh?

Went rockclimbing yesterday morning - I'm shite at it but I enjoy it and I'm a natural born belay. Just call me Saftey Man. I'll improve my rock climbing - just a matter of repetition.

Marriage?

Is the concept of marriage outdated? Has society moved to such a point where the "traditional" marriage needs to be revamped? The gay community certainly seems to enjoy relationships but quite commonly these are open relationships. There are open relationships involving heterosexual/married people, though I can't tell you anyone who is in one.

If marriage is revamped - will society crumble? Any predictions?

3 Day Cycles

My mother claims I made her evil. She then makes the crucial mistake of telling people it's genetic.

Am I evil? I can be - and of late, you can expect me to be quite a nasty piece of work every three days or so. Today is one of those days, for those of you who don't like to take risks, perhaps you should keep track of when they are and you can avoid me on predicted evil days.

Evilness is something I'm quite good at it seems. Hope you're all having super days.

R

Mardi Gras - no longer a French expression!

This weekend was the parade for the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras and once again we volunteered to help marshall the event. There is no busier time for a gay man living in Sydney than the weekend of the parade. Everyone who considers themself someone is in Sydney for the event and the party. In their spare time, as much socialising as possible is done.

This morning I caught up with a good friend of mine from Brisbane who I'd dearly love to spend more time with, late lunch with a couple of friends, and now a couple of hours before it's time for afternoon tea with another friend.

Makes me glad I'm not working - I'll have some chance to rest over the week.

Buddhism anyone?

In case of reincarnation - what type of life do I have to lead to come back as a Boston Terrier? Can one put in a list of preferences?

To Do Today: Stalking?

I've found a lot of amusement in suggesting I'm stalking people of late - stalking in the fun, good natured way where I can tell them I look through the bathroom window but they know full well I haven't, often because I'm not even in the same country. Yesterday I went stalking my father and in this case stalking means "searching for his name in the phone book." I think I might know where he is, and his phone book entry has no reference to my step-mother.

It has been many years since I had contact with my father, the last time was when he called to let me know that my grandfather (his father) had passed away. It has always been an on-again, off-again relationship. The type of relationship where we would run into each other in a city street, chat for 5 minutes and then move on.

I think it's time to try contact again, but there will have to be rules. The rule I'm thinking of mostly is that anything that has happened in the past is forgiven.

Potentially I'm setting myself up for failure - but if I don't try, I'll never know.

Other things to do today are much more mundane.