Jason's Room

Something you probably already knew, but I didn't, and even if you did, you probably didn't care, but I think it's fascinating...

When I saw the new Transformers commercial for Burger King (See below),...

I not only thought it was funny ("Oh, COME on!" *heh*), but I was also struck by the voice of the robot.

You see, I've gotten a little burned out on "blockbuster movies" this summer (Spider-man 3, Pirates 3, Fantastic Four 2) and really hadn't read/learned anything about the upcoming Transformers film (plus, Transformers were more of my brother's bag growing up anyway... I was more into superheroes *Surprise, Surprise*)...

And so, I didn't know that the voice for the above robot (Optimus Prime) in the above movie is from the SAME guy as the cartoon,... Peter Cullen,... and...

(Here's the part that actually caught my notice)

...Peter Cullen is the SECOND person (on Earth)...

...And the OFFICIAL Disney voice for...

(say it with me...yes...)...Eeyore...

Yeah!  The ONE children's character that is the best representation of ME.

Yeah.  That's HIM.

So...

"...thanks for noticing me..."

(I did.)

You know I love you,
-your jason

Mika, My New Hero

I don't care if this was staged or insincere.---I want to believe it.

I never watched MSNBC nor even heard of this female anchor before,... but I will watch her NOW!

Mika Brzezinski,... YOU are my hero.

Roll the Credits!

June is almost over...

Thank.  God.

I haven't blogged in awhile, as I've been recovering from the first half of the month... that I barely survived.

I mean,... come on.---May ended with Memorial Day Weekend (and my first distribution of Fantastic Four toys to the Southern California branch of "Jason's nephews"),... and then, I immediately had to begin preparing for my father's visit... which I still haven't completely blogged about.  (I've gotta post pics from inside the Magic Castle.  It was amazing!)

Suffice to say that, not only did I want my father to have a good visit, but it was also his birthday while he was here.---Nuff said.

After Dad left, it was time for Pride, and... oy,... yes, it was fun,... but also exhausting.

During this time, I was also completing five HUGE projects at work,...

OH, and don't forget... On the Sunday of Pride was the Tony Awards (which is always a huge occasion in THIS homo's fagalicious life!).

Then, I immediately had to fly out to Illinois... to visit family... and distribute F4 toys to the "Midwest branch" of "Uncle Jason's favorite children in the world".

*Best part: My brother asked his 6-year-old son the name of the figure he was holding, and my nephew replied, "Mr. Fantastic"... which was immediately followed by my 4-year-old nephew's shout of "Dad!  He's FAN-tastic!!!"---It was priceless.

A few days later, on Thursday of that week, my return flight from Illinois landed in Los Angeles just in time for me to drive home, shower, change, and immediately meet The Midnight Movie Mafia © at the Arclight for the 12:01am first showing of the new Fantastic Four movie,... and of course, the theater had prominently displayed a "Silver Surfer" outside for the event...

The movie was... okay,... but of course, as always, the company of those guys made the evening so special and enjoyable that I was guaranteed a good time.  :-)

And after that, I could rest, right?---Wrong.---The weekend following the premiere involved the preparation for and execution of a surprise birthday party for my boyfriend's mother,... where I was informed that a certain "West Coast nephew" was still insisting on taking multiple Fantastic Four figures to bed with him each night.  (Nice, huh?)

Then, a week of two (new) HUGE projects at work, and... by the end of last Thursday, I was pretty burned out,... and I thought, "Ya know, I should probably blog...", but decided to go out with my friend Ragan for a drink at O-bar instead (and got to see Van with his "O-bar posse", including the always delectable & delicious Dutchimport).

On Friday, I thought, my boyfriend out of town and the day off of work, "I should probably blog...", but opted to lay on the couch for the day with a quart of frozen yogurt and five movies from Blockbuster.  (It was heaven!)

Of course, this week, I'm back to the grindstone on these two HUGE projects, but... I think I've got things under control... I think I can finally find time to begin posting regularly again...

So, even though the "credits" for "the movie that was the month of June" begin to scroll up the screen, there's no need yet to leave your seat...

A whole new feature (entitled "July in WeHo") is just about to begin.  :-)

all my love,
your jason

Blogging from my Bedroom

I'm currently typing this post from my bedroom.

No, not my bedroom in West Hollywood.

My childhood bedroom, in the Illinois house where I grew up.

I played with a lot of toys in this room... (Heck, by age 10, I was playing with myself in this room!), and at fifteen, I even shagged a girl right there on my bedroom floor.

But I don't play with toys anymore (although I do like to buy them! *heh*),... I don't even play with myself much anymore (that's what my boyfriend is for! *wink*),... and the "sex with girls" thing... well, that ship has definitely sailed.

Tonight, though, I'll get to see nephews and nieces that I haven't seen in months... Children who, for the most part, are the same age as I was when my parents first built this house and moved me into this little bedroom.

We'll see... if they have the same tastes in toys...  :-)

Wearing to/with Pride

Okay... I made a big deal about what I planned to wear to Pride this past weekend NOT because I thought I had any chance of looking fashionable or "in"... But rather because I wanted to merely feel comfortable in what I wore...

When I looked in the mirror, I didn't expect to be "impressed."  I just wanted to feel a little less "repulsed" (than usual).

So, on Saturday, since I was volunteering at the WeHo Church booth at the festival AND since their theme was "Gay Heaven," I ironed on wings to the back of a new t-shirt.---On Sunday, since John Amaechi was the parade's Grand Marshall AND since he was raised in England, I wore my good ole Union Jack tee.  (Ya can't really go wrong with the red, white, and blue, right?)

But despite public warnings, I wore cargo shorts anyway.  Carrying around a cellphone, wallet, digital camera, mints, cigarettes, and a lighter,... I needed those extra pockets!

How else was I going to carry my flask?  ;-)

Pride Saturday                           Pride Sunday
    

Pride 2007: Something for Everybody

Saturday Sinners & Saints

Oy, I'm counting every minute until this crazy week is over!

(Although, this weekend, with Pride and all, will be pretty busy, as well.)

Tomorrow, on Saturday, I'll be volunteering at the WeHo Church booth at the Pride festival from 3:30pm-8pm.  (The booth's theme is "Gay Heaven".)  Stop by, say hi, and get your picture taken (for free) in our "Gay Heaven" set.  (The above pic is of my friends Rick and Paul at the church's booth in 2004.---SO adorable.)  We'll email your picture to you, so you don't have to worry about carrying it around.  (It's a great option if you didn't bring a camera.)

I'm sure you'll be able to find me.

I'll be the one in the "unfashionable" cargo shorts.  ;-)

I'm Screwed

I've done nothing to prepare for Pride this year.

In years past, I've planned extensively for weeks,... everything from a detailed itinerary to outfits for every minute of the weekend (I don't look anywhere close to the guy in this photo.  That's why I took his picture!),...

But, this year,... oy,... I've been so busy... it just kinda snuck up on me.

(I can't believe it's THIS weekend!)

So, this morning, I thought I'd, at least, schedule an appointment to get my hair cleaned up (Just "trimmed," mind you... NOT "cut").

As I sat in my hair stylist's chair, I glanced down at a clipping he had posted under his mirror which read in large, bold letters:

"Make 2007 the year that the shirt finally comes off"

"Um...," I thought to myself, "Not. Going. To happen."

So, I immediately thought of different t-shirts that I could "make."---You see, it's much too late to buy anything cool (even online), and I own a few sheets of "iron-on" paper which, after printing out on my color printer, can transform any ole t-shirt cheaply and quickly into an "ironic tee."

After looking on the internet and talking to friends, my top choices for a "t-shirt saying" to wear to the Pride parade included:

"I shaved my balls for this?"

"Part of the Problem"

"Socially Awkward... Sexually Talented"

"Please tell me if I've slept with you already"

and possibly my #1...

"Stranger (with benefits)"

On my drive home, I visualized myself with the different sayings and my trusty cargo shorts and stopped briefly to pick up the latest issue of Frontiers, the West Hollywood gay magazine which has kinda become analogous to a local newspaper.

While perusing through the pages of their "Pride Issue," I stopped to read the regular "fashion column" written by Nick Verreos (from Project Runway),... NOT because I'm extremely "fashion conscious" (I gave up trying to compete with the "Couture Crowd" in 7th grade), but... just to see...

I mean,... imagine if there were a big event in your town, and the local paper (that everybody read) said "Don't wear ballet slippers to the event this weekend!"... you'd, at least, want to know, right?

So, I was fine reading the first few paragraphs of the column,... and then, I got to the part where the issue almost fell out of my hands.  It read:

In terms of choosing T-shirts, try and stay away from those cheesy "message tees" ("I'm Not Gay But My Boyfriend Is," "Rehab Is For Quitters"). Not only are they so two years ago, but you end up looking like a reject from The Real World...

The article concludes by saying that one should NOT be at Pride "wearing that silly message T-shirt and cargo shorts...," unless one wants to look "like every other WeHo Pride clone."

*sigh*  I couldn't be more totally called out.

I.  Am.  Screwed.

Fantastic News

Yes, I'm still catching up, after my father's visit, but I wanted to share some exciting recent news.  (Well, exciting news to me, at least.)

I just heard that, yesterday, Fox confirmed that Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer will be rated PG!---Not PG-13.  Just PG.

Why is that good?

What was Spider-man 3 rated?  PG-13. 
What was Pirates of the Caribbean rated?  PG-13.

How old is the oldest of Jason's nieces and nephews?

Seven.

Most of these kids are over the whole Shrek phenomenon (Oh, yes, "Ogre Farts" are still funny, but come on... boys in first grade wanna see more battles & explosions),...

And I personally think (and maybe I'm being a little over-protective here) that they're not necessarily ready for some of the gore of Pirates OR a freaky, black, spider-man-like thing with sharp teeth.  (Oh, I'll give 'em the Pirates/Spider-man toys, so they can impress their friends, but... actually taking them to those PG-13 rated movies... well, that's their own parent's call.)

However, a PG rating... Now, I've not seen the movie yet, but I know my parents showed me a PG-rated Star Wars movie when I was only five.

So, my sisters and brothers,... start packing up your kids!

Uncle Jason is taking 'em to see Fantastic Four!---Well, after I've seen it first, of course.

*Hah!*
And you thought I was silly for buying all those F4 toys...
;-)

Target Marketing

Still recovering from my father's visit, I haven't had time to organize the post about our visit to the Magic Castle quite yet,...

But I thought the stuff in our mailbox yesterday was... interesting.---After living at our place for about three years now, marketers have apparently identified our particular interests.

We received two catalogs.  One with my boyfriend's name on it, and another with my name.  My boyfriend's catalog...

...was from Restoration Hardware.

MY catalog was from...

...the Hasbro toy company.

*heh*

Those marketers are gooooood.
;-)

My Father & Magic

My father was in town for business this past weekend (over his birthday) and stayed at our place.  To celebrate his birthday (and his visit), I was able to get us into (Thank you, Ray!) the Magic Castle, an exclusive "members only" club which serves as headquarters for the Academy of Magical Arts.

*I'll tell the rest of the story & post pics later today...