Saturday's now over - save and except for cleaning up the huge mess in the kitchen. I'm listening to McFadden & Whitehead - "Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now." One of my very favorite songs in the world.

XM rules.

Now, are you all ready?
Are y'all ready?
Now we gonna do it with the fever
Yeah, Come on

Ain't no stoppin' us now
We're on the move (yeah-ee-a, yeah-ee-a)
Ain't no stoppin' us now
We've got the groove
Spice Girls, check it out

There've been so many things that have held us down
But now it looks like things are finally comin' around, yeah
I know we've got a long long way to go, yeah
And where we'll end up
I don't know
But we won't let nothing hold us back
We gonna get ourselves together
We gonna polish up our act, yeah
And if you've ever been held down before
I know that you refuse to be held down any more, yeah yeah
Don't you let nothing, nothing
Nothing stand in your way
And all we gonna do
I want you to listen, listen (That's right)
To every word I say
Every word I say about it

Ain't no stoppin' us now
We're on the move
(You said it, we've got the groove)
Ain't no stoppin' us now
We've got the groove (Whoo-hoo-oo-oo Whoo-hoo-oo)
Ain't no stoppin' us now
We're on the move
(We've got the groove)
Ain't no stoppin' us now
We've got the groove (Yeah)

Look, Lemme tell you this
I know you know someone who's got a negative vibe (Euhh)
And if you only help it will only keep it alive (Sh-yeah)
They really don't have nowhere to go
Ask 'em where they're going
They don't know
But we won't let nothing hold us back
We gonna get ourselves together, come on
We gonna polish up our act, yeah
And if you've ever been held down before
I know that you refuse to be held down any more, Oh oh oh

Don't you let nothing, nothing
(I won't do it) Stand in your way (No no)
And all we gonna do
I want you to listen, listen
To every word I say
Every word I say about it

Ain't no stoppin' us now (That's right)
We're on the move
(Nothing gonna, nothing gonna)
(Stop us now, stop us now)
Ain't no stoppin' us now, Come on
We've got the groove (Whoo-oo-oo yeah yeah)
Ain't no stoppin' us now (No no no)
We're on the move
(On the move, yeah-ee-a, yeah-ee-a)
Ain't no stoppin' us now
We've got the groove (Yeah)

Now, let's see it
Don't wanna stop
Please don't make me stop (I don't wanna)
Don't wanna stop
Please don't make me stop (No-oh No-oh)
Don't wanna stop
Please don't make me stop (I don't want to)
Don't wanna stop
Please don't make me stop
(Uh, y'all spell it out for me)

S-T-O-P-P-I-N
Ain't no (Doo-oo, Yeah-heh-a)
S-T-O-P- (to the) P- (to the) I-N (You got it)
Ain't no (Ain't no, no-no)
S-T-O-P-P-I-N (Go ahead)
Ain't no (Ain't no, no-oh-no, no-oh-no)
S-T-O-P- (to the) P- (to the) I-N (Come on)
Ain't no (No, yeah-ee-a, yeah-ee-a)

Ain't no stoppin' us now
We're on the move
Don't wanna stop, please don't make me stop (Yeah yeah)
Ain't no stoppin' us now (Yeah)
We've got the groove
Don't wanna stop, please don't make me stop
(Whoo-oo, Come around with me)

Ain't no stoppin' us now
We're on the move

Now, they're playing my FAVORITE disco song. "Lover's Holiday"

Song: A Lover’s Holiday ~~ 1980 ~~ 6:24
Artist: Change
LP/CD: The Glow Of Love ~~ Warner Brothers ~~ 1980
Writers: David Romani~Tanyayette Willoughby


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Not a cloud showed out in the sky that very night in Pitch Black City
I was so damned scared, it was dark, it was so dim, it was a shame
Just then a man walked up to me and said, “Didn’t I see you here before”
The lights were low and the party was so dull, just not good enough

Holiday (Ey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Holiday (Holiday, what you say)
Holiday
Celebrate (Ah…yeah)

Holiday
Holiday (Alright, ow)
Holiday
Celebrate (Ooh)

Then we both held hands in each other’s for a chance to start it moving
He reached deep inside of his vest and in his hand he held a ring
Let’s have lunch, picnic or a brunch in the wintertime
Let’s disco down in a roller skating ring in Alaska town (Oh…)

Holiday (Holiday)
Holiday (Come on, come on celebrate)
Holiday (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Celebrate

Holiday (Got the feeling, come on, keep ahead, reelin’)
Holiday (Holiday, yea, yea)
Holiday (Oh…)
Celebrate

Not a cloud showed out in the sky that very night in Pitch Black City
I was so damned scared, it was dark, it was so dim, it was a shame
Just then a man walked up to me and said, “Didn’t I see you here before”
The lights were low and the party was so dull, just not good enough

Holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Celebrate

Holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Celebrate

This just makes me SO happy, listening to this music.

Okay, time to clean the kitchen, watch tonight's Netflix, and then hit the sack. Adios!

Dreams last night .. dreams.

We had a glorious hard thundershower this morning around 4:00 a.m.

Had one dream about being in New York at some fancy party in a gorgeous shopping mall with my friend Dr. A. There was this stunning man who worked in a department store, who was fawning attention all over me, and I was quite pleased. Someone told me that he, of course, was married. Then, Dr. A. and I were going to cross the Atlantic in some sort of plastic Dodge minivan-amphibian. Following that, much weirdness resulted. We had no water, food, bathroom facilities in the minivan; she (Dr. A.) was saying that it would only take a few hours, and I'm calculating at LEAST four days .. then, I was in some sort of church-related youth academy in northern Michigan, and I could NOT find my pants.

The other dream involved, of course, Jarred.

Time to make some breakfast, make the bed and get ready for a day of Fabulair!

Jarred sent me a text message today. Bizarre.

Ah, a quiet evening. The bread dough is rising out on the patio (in a sealed bowl, don't get silly) and I'm going to pop in the movie "Equus" in a minute. If I hate it, I'll just send it back tomorrow.

Was talking to Ray online a little bit. I remembered that he drinks Crown, and he got all wonky like I was stalking him or something. WHATEVER.

Not a word out of Travis today. Nor, from CBB, who wanted help with an IRS lien today, ostensibly his "reason" for coming over last night. Right.

Scott wants me back in Austin early next week to help him with his regulatory filings .. I'll probably end up going. Then, Friday to Dallas to hang out with Larry .. I need to arrange for a dog sitter for each of those trips.

Having trouble finding someone to operate for me in February 2006. I guess I have to be creative. Am I competing with the Hajj?

Well, time to run down to the church's bank, sign a signature card, make a deposit, stop by Wal-Mart, pick up some groceries, come back and see about knocking some more work out.

Just can't seem to win at Free Cell anymore. Bleh.

Ahhhh. Another Travis sort of an evening. I'm so happy with the speakers up above the doors in here in the den - they sound AMAZING.

The apartment is nicely picked up; a little more house cleaning to do tomorrow, and then the rotation starts over again. Didn't get a lot of substantive work done today, but got a lot done. Have a lot more to do tomorrow, including driving down to the church's bank to sign the signature card.

The toll-free number for Fabulair works! It's great!

a little later

Okay, only in the life of the Divo could this happen ..

So, 8:00 comes and goes, and Travis doesn't show up. Or call. So, I'm sitting in here feeling morose, me, the stand-up king of all time. And, the dogs start barking. So, I go to the door, and there's no one there. I'm walking back toward the computer, and there's someone outside my patio gate shouting at me. I open the patio door, and it's CBB - whom I haven't seen in .. oh, more than a year. He had an appointment with me two weeks ago - that he blew off and never called about - and I'm like "you're dropping IN on me?" Well, it's not like Travis showed up. He asks if I'm going to invite him in, and he says he's meeting a friend of his for a drink in an hour .. okay, come on in. He's a chatty, pleasant fellow, after all.

So. CBB makes himself comfortable and starts talking about .. well, himself. About twenty minutes later, there's a knock at the door. Yep. Travis. Late. So, CBB see Travis and says "oh, I am interfering with your plans!" And rips right into the next big topic about himself.

CBB is one of those people who has a constant supply of oxygen, and doesn't need to breathe to talk on for .. oh, hours. So, Travis sits there amiably, and CBB entertains, and then it's 9:30, and Travis says he has an appointment, and he leaves. And CBB drones on for another FORTY FIVE minutes.

Of course, I had not the guts to just say "uh, you dropped in on me, and .. git!"

Plus, I had already decided that Travis wasn't coming, so .. who knows.

I think I just need to completely cease the idea of having a relationship of ANY kind with a man, PERIOD. It just brings me more grief.

When he was leaving, CBB said "it sure was nice - I always love visiting with you.. "

Uh, hello? I didn't SAY anything? You pontificated for nearly two hours..

Jesus.

I just need to stop these social interactions and only focus on ones that work.

Not much has been accomplished since lunch aside from finding out the UHCL has NOT put my invoice in for processing at all. So, they've sat on my invoice for 28 days, doing nothing and lying to me about it.

I have to get some work done, but while I'm in a mood, I think I'll write a protest letter to UPS telling them what crappy service they provide, and demanding a credit.

Had a nice lunch today with Guy. Have to get myself focused and get some letter writing done for clients, and get stuff off my desk.

I think my association with UHCL is over - I find that, in business, people are never willing to take responsibility for their own errors nor for the havoc that their failings wreak on others. When called on the carpet about it, these business people terminate relationships, rather than take responsibility and fixing the problem.

Okay, time to hide some speaker wire, and fold up the white clothes.

The day seems like it's going right along. Guy is taking me to lunch at Guad. I'm picking up my other cell phone, which is FINALLY fixed after five months of trying. I have some more work to do today. Possibility of another contract coming in over the next two weeks - and, more Fabulairing. Ran speaker wire under the carpeting last night, have to finish that this morning, and shipped off my Duck Dodgers animation to be repaired; it's been broken for more than a year. White clothes in the spin cycle .. things are cooking.

So, by the end of the day today, I'll have the bed cleared off (again) and more work done and out of my space.

YAY!

WHAT a day .. got a number of things done; the bed is covered over and a mess AGAIN.

Got a lot of good Fabulair-ing done today; just don't have much to say tonight. Off to bed, I guess!

I'll just let the exchange speak for itself:

[My reply - reads in reverse chronological order]

So which is more wrong - being homosexual, or taking advantage of older homosexuals by flirting with them, and offering them attention while accepting their generosity and gifts?

-----Original Message-----
From: david [mailto:@hotmail.com]
Sent: Tuesday, August 17, 2004 12:58 AM
To: @.com
Subject: RE: Reading assignment


dont give me your "conditioned response" bull%#$%@#$......as always, YOUR
the one who always seems to ignore the other main points of my letters, so
it is YOU who is blocking my friend.

admit it, homosexuality is wrong. its immoral, its unholy, and it defiles
everything thats beatiful about sex between a man and a woman. those are
the facts.

you can justify homosexuality all you want, doesnt mean your right.

its WRONG....how hard is that to get?


>From: "" <@.com>
>Reply-To: <@.com>
>To: "'david '" <>
>Subject: RE: Reading assignment
>Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2004 02:39:25 -0500
>
>He says quite clearly that God never DID send homosexuals down here and
>then tell us not to be homosexuals. It seems you didn't read the text,
>just assumed what it said, and then reacted out of your conditioned
>response.
>
>-----Original Message-----
>From: david [mailto:]
>Sent: Sunday, August 15, 2004 1:36 AM
>To:
>Subject: RE: Reading assignment
>
>
>that would be something to discuss in person cause it would take me all
>night to type out explantions, thoughts, etc.
>
>i guess my thoughts in a nutshell are...
>
>
>this so called "biblical approach" to advocating homosexuality is just
>another MAN'S interpretation of what he thinks certain biblical verses
>mean.
>
> whos to say his interpretation is right? because hes studied? other
>people who've studied just as much disagree with these interpretations.
>without a prophet and personal prayer for answers to which
>interpretations are correct, you'd be up a creek.....however there is a
>ture and living prophet in these times. listen to him. or if you dont
>want to, get down on
>
>your knees and ask got with an OPEN heart if this manuscript is true.
>see what kind of answers you get.
>
>the bible so clearly teaches that homosexuality is wrong the topic isnt
>really worth the time to debate. i think because alot of gay people
>out there know homosexuality is wrong, they seek to justify their
>actions, even stooping to twist the word of god this way and that in a
>desperate effort to prove their actions credible to god, cause they know that if in fact they are doing something wrong, it wont be "pleasing" to god to say the
>least.
>
>i especially hate how this guy says that homosexuality isnt a
>lifestyle, its unchangeable. bull#$%@%
>why would god send you down here, tell you not to do something, then
>make it so you pretty much have to do what you were asked not to. doesnt make
>sense. read your bible, the 1st commandment god gave was to multiply
>and replenish the earth. god created adam and eve, not adam and steve.
>how in the world are you gonna fulfill that commandment with a
>boyfriend??? not gonna happen. that commandment was directed toward
>all of us my friend, not
>
>just some of us. why would god create you in a way that would be
>contradictory to his 1st commandment.. doesnt make sense.
>
>this letter is one big long justification attempt. i guess this joker
>who wrote this can justify his way to hell as far as im concerned.
>(one of my fav. sayings.) you can attempt to justify anything. as for
>the going to hell part, thats not for me to decide, thats up to god.
>anyways, well have to sit down one night and go through all this stuff.
>it'd get interesting

Okay, so ALL I ate yesterday was oatmeal cookies. ALL. About six gazillion of them. And this morning, my blood sugar was 116. Still within the normal "non-diabetic" range of things.

Had more strange dreams last night. After the Roots class was cancelled, I took a nap (required after two straight nights of being kept awake by drunken revelers) and had a dream that I was in Germany, traveling around and speaking German (a talent that I have nearly completely lost.) Then, this morning, I had a dream that I was aboard the King George V chasing the Bismarck. We were shooting the huge guns at them, but we kept pulling out of the chase to dock next to the Bismarck, and have these big love-fest meals with their crew. Affection, in the classical sense, not sexual. And, I was again speaking in German, and liasing with the captain of the Bismarck. Then, we'd all leave port in a genial fashion and start shooting at each other again.

Is that a parable for dating?

I had another dream in which I was arguing with myself last night about dating, with Guy appearing as the other side of the argument. It was ugly.

Still no movement in the career/business front. PJ is calling to "ask questions," but I won't conduct business with her over her cell phone anymore. I want a written record.

I have to see about getting some things done here today. Adios.

Roots class for tonight was resked for next week because of a congregant's death yesterday. I'm not telling anyone that it's been cancelled; I'm just going to hide out, Howard Hughes like, and watch movies.

Cancelled my profiles on about ten internet sites today. Aside from my own site (drdivo.com) and this, my internet presence is now zero.

Just found a cool website through the Houston Chronicle this morning - it's a calculator for your life expectency.

My calculated health span is 83.0 years. So far.

The fire alarm went off here this morning at 2:25 a.m., I heard the [drunk] person who pulled it yank the alarm right outside my apartment, and then slap the fire extinguisher box that sits next to it. I didn't even get out of bed this time. Then, this morning, it's gone off two more times. The fire department probably barely had time to get off the truck after the first call this morning before it went off again, and they had to come back. The only thing that makes this remotely bearable is that the complex gets socked with a hefty fine for all of these false alarms.

I have to bake some oatmeal cookies for tonight. I think I should call Susan, and see if she can help me with what I'm processing on. And, I have a few little things here in the office/den to clean up, but, except for Scott's quality plan, I have no projects to work on.

Almost time for the shower ...

Felt like I had almost no sleep last night (as you may have noticed from the post at 3:30 this morning) but, I guess most of that was perceptual. Mikey just called; he and Jay are getting ready to come down to hear me in church - WAY COOL! Yvette said she was coming this morning. HOORAY! Then, we're having lunch, and then meeting Travis to see Alien vs. Predator. YAY!

Just finished writing out a treatment and printing it off to give to everyone this morning. I have to finish organizing my thoughts, but I'm mostly there.

I was thinking this morning of creating a mirror blog site just for my poetry; since most of them are buried in the archives of this blog, it would probably be good to do that. I have to create another poem by tomorrow afternoon for the conclusion of the Roots class.

My sister wrote me an email reply this morning; I'll wait to read it until after I get back from church just in case it's .. less than pleasant.

Yeah, I know that it's 2:45 a.m.

I was awakened by: 1.) the ongoing stream of people blowing their horns in the parking garage, 2.) others in the parking garage yelling at each other, 3.) someone setting off a car's theft alarm that sounded enough like Ruby's that I had to get up and check it out, and 4.) even more of all of the above.

So, awakened, dressed and such, I had to come back to the computer to check things out.

The mormon wrote me back about 2:00 this morning; I had sent him a copy of this incredible letter that a minister wrote about homosexuality; he wrote back that the guy was clearly biased (he's not) and that he is going against the bible (he's not) and that homosexuals (like me) were just trying to justify their actions, blah, blah, blah. I doubt he read past the opening paragraphs. Anyway, I dragged his file envelope into the spam folder, and that's the end of that one.

You, however, can read this amazing letter at letter

It's close enough now to 3:00 that hopefully, all the straight people who have been partying at the Red Door have left (our parking garage here at AMLI Midtown is the de facto parking facility for this very busy club)

I'm thinking of doing something subversive. Like, next Saturday night, around 12:30 a.m., calling for a wrecker service to come tow away EVERY SINGLE CAR THAT'S PARKED IN THE PARKING GARAGE WITHOUT A RESIDENT STICKER.

I wonder if I can get away with that.