A Homo Says What?
Posted by
DJ G on
Oct 19, 2009
I understand that showing food on TV commercials is to remind you to pick up the ever delicious Swanson Dinner, Post Cereal, or whatever preservative loaded snack that is fattening up our children.
I also learned long ago that strange concoctions are used to make food look more appealing. Like a white glue mixture used in place of milk to appear more appealing whilst poured over a bowl of Raisin Bran. Ice Cream is often scoops of mashed potatoes covered in motor oil instead of chocolate syrup. Even the steam coming off of a hot dish is a hidden smoking cigarette.
I can accept all this, because they want to make things look irresistible to us and of course, to buy it. However I cannot quite grasp the way that eggs are portrayed.
I don’t mean hard boiled, but they way I prefer to have mine prepared, those sunny side up beauties I can’t wait to dip my toast into. These are almost always under cooked, RUNNY, SLIMY, and not at all something that I want to eat. So I have some questions for the folks over at Eggland’s Best.If commercial food is made to appeal to us, to the point we jump up, run to the kitchen, and fix ourselves the exact dish we just saw on the screen. Or dash to the local grocer’s to buy some Mr’s Paul’s fishsticks. ( Do you like fish sticks?) Then why do we accept that undone eggs look scrumptious and some thing that we would partake of?
Sunny side up eggs seems to be the most shown types of “cooked” eggs in commercials and the most disapointing in my eyes. I often shout out loud during these ads “Salmonella!”, and am amazed that anyone see’s that and says, “yum”. Sorry i just don’t get it. Yuck! Gross! Ughhh!
Ok I guess I have ranted enough. I think I want to eat now. I think I may stick with some veggies until these images are out of my head.
Love ya for reading,
G
Posted by
DJ G on
Oct 08, 2009
Okay I haven’t written since the first one, I promise to get better at keeping up on this blog, and help to keep my partner off my back.
Now when I started this blog I did not expect to have to change the name to “A Fat Faggot Says Nothing, cuz’ he is too busy eating blog….”
Back in January of 2008 I weighed 170 pounds. In April of the same year I quit smoking, of which I am so glad and proud of myself. By August, a mere four months later I was weighing in at a hefty 210. Oh yeah! Two-hundred and ten giant mother fudging pounds!!
Now it is October and I have only gained another 5 pounds since August.
I have never weighed this much, and it is very depressing. It does shit for the way I feel about myself. I do understand that one does gain weight after quitting smoking, and my doctor even said that I should’nt worry about the weight gain right away,as it can cause people to start smoking again. I can relate to that,but not accept it.
The other problem is getting motivated to start doing anything about it. Which is something alot of us have problems doing.
The only thing I can say is that I must start doing something fast cuz’ I aint gettin’ no younger!
I’ll write again about this, and maybe that will help to get the ball rolling.
Thanks for reading, I’m not sure I would.
Posted by
DJ G on
Aug 08, 2009
Trying to figure out what I was going to post first on my new blog was a real challenge. I wasn’t sure if I should explain or even if I had the answer to why I started blogging now after I had been podcasting for almost four years.Why should I want to write a blog?I’m not even good at writing.
Yet here I am and here you are reading it,and asking yourself why I would call it “A Homo says What?”
Cause I’m a homo saying what.Or at least I’m saying something from a gay man’s point of view.Although I do hope as a reader you will come to know that gay is only one part of me so I say that this blog will be from a man that happens to be gay who has an opinion on everything.
Enjoy!
Am I supposed to sign a blog?
sincerely,
dj G
OMG yes, Stinky people i know what you mean, i keep air freshener at my register so after they leave i spray the area. PLEASE DEODORANT IS ON ISLE 4a please GO USE IT.
As far as straight ppl voting in favor of Prop. 8, I don’t think that your friends are necessarily lying to you… I think it might be likely that your real-life social network is more self-selecting and the ppl who would support a bill like that wouldn’t tend to hang out in your social circle. Just a guess though. Either that or wishful thinking.
Things like the passing of Prop 8 have really made me give up on a chunk of the population. I feel like if someone is able to walk into a booth and make that type of judgment against another human being, their ignorance is so unfathomably excessive that there isn’t anything I could ever do to change it. It’s a bad attitude to have, I know, but certain idiots are such idiots that it renders me powerless. They must all be stinky people if they can stand to immerse themselves in that sort of bullshit. See? There are people, besides the hippies, who celebrate their shittiness.
I’m writing to the’bama.
Finally hearing John’s voice again gives me the strangest craving for Chapstick. Gawd. Are we good to go for the contest, then? I need to stock up.
G — Your laughter is infectious. It really made my morning. Every girl should start her day with some sweet G Spod stimulation.
Sev, please email me your address so I can send your prize. Rachel, I’ll just give you yours the next time I see you.
It’s great to see all of the feedback,I see that people are actually paying attention.
To Sean:I do believe that my immediate circle of friends don’t have any issues with gays’ getting married,but I will have to elaborate on the next episode,and perhaps it will change you mind.
Sev:maybe you could wear a button that states where the deodorant is,and flashes wildly when exposed to a funky smell.Or maybe we should just be able to say,”Hey,dammit you stink”.Perhaps the shame they would feel would help to push them in a fresher direction.We should be allowed to express our digust.
To Rachael:I don’t even know what to say….what a shock…..me speechless.Hmmmmm.
I’ll just be polite and say thanks for listening and for your comments.Keep em coming!!!
I love you guys and want to see more comments,we do have a very cute and cuddly Kung Fu Panda stuffed doll to give away,but we want to see who truly deserves to win it.So keep those interesting comments so we can pick a winner!!
“Keep em coming” indeed.
Eye Thunder is totally my new favorite. You are lucky to have a Carmen.
“CarMAN”. I am singular.
Hope your’re feeling better G, “Eye Thunder and Fluffy”….freaking pee myself (no one else!) hillarious dude! Carmen you were sneaky with the hidden mic but this is show biz! No Politics from me. I am gonna bet the stink is coming from the two joints at the bottom of the hill and right across from each other.
I’m hesitant to leave a comment this week for fear of accidently winning a kung-fu panda stuffed animal. Suck a va-jay jay for giving me negative points.
G – I’m really glad to hear you are back on the up and up. I thought that recording was really funny. I didn’t know someone could feel fluffy. Of course it was sad to hear under the circumstances. Hopefully that is all behind you.
The podsafe party song is awesome. I’m going to include that track in the StromHuelsman Podcast episode 15.
Funny, true, story. Brian’s new job forces him to travel a lot. They usually take a few vehicles and caravan all over the state. Basically he builds stages and other type of construction. Last week Brian bought a new iPod. So in prep for this weeks trip he and I loaded his iPod up with lots of music and podcasts. On the way back he let another another van use his iPod because they didn’t have one and someone in Brian’s van did, bla bla bla. So the guys were listening to StromHuelsman and other music, but unbeknownst to Brain I also loaded the G Spod on his iPod. So when they all got back all the guys were asking him why he had a gay show on his iPod. So if you have a few new construction workers as listeners say thanks to StromHuelsman.
Rachel, I’m sure G will never forgive you if you turn John into a headero.
I stink and I don’t care so fuck you.