Showing posts with label Religion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Religion. Show all posts

Monday, January 12, 2009

Monument(al)

I’m a sucker for old timey nostalgia. I enjoy getting off the major arteries in town and getting out a bit into the country and seeing things in the country. To that end, I had a couple of items on my Amazon wish list to help me find some points of interest along the way in Texas. Two years ago Jed’s mom bought me “Texas Landmark Cafes”.

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Over the last two years I’ve kept it near me, either in the car or in my backpack, so that if we happened to be out and about I could see if there were any places in the book we could scratch of the list. We have actually been to quite a few over the last couple of years.

This past year Jed’s mom got me Volume 7 of the Texas “Off the beaten path” series. It not only lists restaurants to try in out of the way places, but offers suggestions of places to stay, shop, play, and see. When I woke up this Sunday morning I had a hankering to get out of life for a few hours and asked Jed if he wanted to take a stab at finding a place in either of the books and going for lunch. We had a limited amount of time, as we had a birthday party to attend at 3 Sunday afternoon. So I limited my choices to the section(s) of the book centered around the Texas Hill-country. Generally speaking, these would include areas we could get to within an hour-to-two hour time frame.

In the Texas Landmark Café book, I noticed several places that made my mouth water. I flipped through the OTBP book to see if there was anything else that sounded good and noticed they had a place that I had just flipped through in my TLC book. (It wasn’t until this morning I noticed both books were written by the same author!) I asked Jed if he wanted to try the Monument Café in Georgetown, a mere 20 miles from our house. Not quite as “off” the path as I would have hoped, but off enough! He said, “Isn’t that the place that Kevin & Leslie keep raving about and asking us to go with them”? I sent Les a text message asking her if it was and asking if her husband wanted to join Jed, the boys, and I for lunch. She replied that it was the place and to eat some fried pies for her…but Kevie had other plans (that didn’t include hanging out with homos that worship him).

Jed and I loaded up the boys, programmed in the address in the GPS and headed up the road to Georgetown, Texas. When we got to the location identified in the book I was disappointed in seeing an empty parking lot and, what appeared to be, a vacant building. I thought, surely, the GPS was wrong…so I circled around some blocks and tried to find it. We were navigated back to the vacant building. I pulled into the parking lot and there was a tiny little handwritten note on the front door that said they had moved to their new location. YAAAAY…not a wasted trip. Having reprogrammed the GPS, we headed a bit further north to the brand new location.

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There were some really, really good things about this place, and some things that were really, really bad. Let’s start with the bad???

#1: For starters, there were 350,000 people waiting to get in. Is that good, or bad? Depends on how you look at it. 350,000 people trying to get into a place means the food either is good, or is covered in crack. It also means a wait. Though, seriously, I don’t think we had to wait more than 10 minutes…and so I guess, now that I’ve added this to the bad column, it really wasn’t all that bad. BUT…#2: We arrived at 1115 am on a Sunday. They cut their breakfast service off at 11. Who the fuck cuts their breakfast off at 11 on a WEEKEND? ESPECIALLY on a Sunday? Don’t they know this is prime breakfast eating time? This is when, as evidenced by the 349,996 other people wearing their Sunday suits waiting to get in, PEOPLE ARE HUNGRY FOR BREAKFAST. Now that I’ve mentioned #3: the 349,996 people in their Sunday suits, I suppose it’s time to mention another uncomfortable fact. It was clear that Sunday, January 11, 2009 was the first time 349,996 people in Georgetown, Texas ever saw two gay men with children in their lives. Talk about awkward stares. JESUS H. MARY-CHRIST. Adrian asked, at one point, “Daddy, what’s everyone looking at”? #4: They had a menu board FULL of delicious “vegetables”. Seriously savory, mouth-watering vegetables…like Mac n’ Cheese, fried zucchini, fried squash, French fries, cabbage…with fried bacon. They had ONE healthy vegetable, steamed broccoli, on the menu. We ordered our dinner(s). Adrian got the fried chicken strips with macaroni. Nathan got the fried steak fingers with macaroni. I got the chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes, mac n’ cheese, and fried zucchini. Jed got the chicken fried chicken with the STEAMED BROCCOLI, onion rings and French fries. The waitress came back ten minutes later and said, “Sir, I’m sorry, but we DON’T have broccoli today”. He ended up getting fried zucchini instead. YES, everything on Jed’s plate was fried! #5: The bill, JESUS CHRIST, was it expensive for a lunch. $62 for the four of us.

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So now the good. HOLY SHIT THAT FOOD WAS GOOD! Was it worth $62? HELL NO. Was it worth writing a blog about? Hell yeah. Is it worth going back? Maybe. The chicken fried steak was done right. It wasn’t a leathery, gristly piece of meat. It was prepared the right way…prepared in such a way that it could be cut with a plastic spork. It DID need some seasoning (IE: salt), but otherwise, was great. The mashed potatoes were REAL potatoes…though, curiously, they didn’t have gravy on them. Weird. The mac n’ cheese was HEAVENLY. OH-MY-GOD, was the mac n’ cheese good. And the fried zucchini was both interesting and delicious. It was the first time I’d ever had fried zucchini that was sliced the length of the zucchini, rather than “medallions” of zucchini. They were properly coated and brilliantly fried…not limp and disgusting. Jed’s onion rings were delicious…and the fried chicken (strips) were tasty too. All of the food we had was delicious. When the waitress came and asked us if we wanted desert the Presbyterians were starting to replace the seats vacated by the Lutherans...and the stares were starting up again. We told her no thanks (besides, there wasn’t any room in our bellies!).

If you’re in the area and looking to try some delicious southern comfort food, DO check out the Monument Café in Georgetown. Though, it’s not at 1953 South Austin, you’ll find it just up the road a spell at 500 S. Austin!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

December Challenge Day 14

So this morning after church* I was starving and we decided to have a family Sunday brunch at our old favorite, Trudy’s. It was a’ight, but honestly…either we’ve been gone too long and the quality has gone downhill, or it was never really fantastic to start with. They had some DELICIOUS carne guisada, but other than that, everything else was just plain ol’ plain ol’.

Next we ran up to Target to pick up a couple of supplies and various knicka knackas we probably didn’t really need. It was either the carne guisada or the fiber tablets that I took before we left the house, but something happened that we ended up cutting our trip short.

Got home and I took a nap with the bug while poppa took Adrian comic book shopping. GOD I LOVE MY SUNDAY AFTERNOON NAPS.

We had a fairly lazy rest of the Sunday afternoon, but this evening we took the boys down to Lady Bird Johnson Lake to see the magnificent trail of lights. Folks, I present to you…photos. DEAL WITH IT.



*Yes, church bitches. Don’t sound so shocked. Get over it.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

December Challenge Day 4

NEW POLL!!!
Not for you folks reading this on MySpace, but since I’ve been cross-posting over on Blogspot, this applies to y’all. The rest of you can skip ahead.

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Regarding Teddy. 4 of you would like to see me shot. This hurts. . 5 of you think he’s hot enough to nut on. YAAAY us!!! 8 of you are into horse-sex. That’s disgusting. You know you can die from that shit, right??? And 3 of you need to get off the interwebs and watch some news every once in a while.

I’ve posted a new poll (again, over at blogspot) for you to participate in. You only have 5-days, so snap-snap.

B, as in…

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This saddens me a little bit.

Tuesday evening I ran by the school to drop off my “A-paper” and to see if my B-paper had been accepted. Class starts at 705. When I walked in the door I was SHOCKED, I tell you, SHOCKED, to see the professor sitting at the desk in the front of the room with ONE other person sitting in the class. And the other boy in the room wasn’t even from MY class, he was from a DIFFERENT class making up time. There were, at the beginning of the semester, 27 people in my class. As I was digging through the pile of manila folders looking for mine I said, “Did all the others just stop coming”? And he said they had. He said the majority of the class was fine with the C’s they had gotten and didn’t care to pursue a B or even an A. I found my folder and was happy to see “B paper accepted 12/02/08” written on the outside. What this means is NOW the minimum I’ll get for the class is a B. IF my A paper is accepted, then I’ll end up with the A. But what this also means is that kids today are fine with being “average”. WHY? WHY WOULD YOU STOP AT A C WHEN YOU HAVE FOUR WEEKS OF CLASS LEFT? Is it laziness? Or do they just not care? A “C” for me is unacceptable.

ANCIENT history:
I have a history test tonight. Have I mentioned how much I hate history? I wonder how miserably I’ll fail it tonight. With any luck I’ll get a C…and I’ll be happy with that! (Pot/Kettle)

Amazon.com ROCKS SOCKS:
I’m done with ALL of my Christmas shopping. I did it all in about 20 minutes on Amazon.com and was able to get free shipping AND “the best prices”. Now all I have to do is sit back and wait for the packages to arrive so I can wraps my pressies…and study for my test.

Mmmmmmm, gurl, you twisted:
I’m ALMOST ashamed to say this out loud. One of my stalkers posted a tweet the other day about the Twisted Sister Christmas album. I thought he was joking. He said it was “actually good”. I KNEW he was joking. BUT then I found it in my GuyTunes store…and I clicked on the sample links. AND I’LL BE GO TO HELL it WAS good. So I bought the Twisted Sister Christmas Album and it’s my new favorite album of 2008. Merry Christmas yo, for reals.

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Friday, November 7, 2008

Why stop with the Mormons?

I read an article on Towleroad this morning about a petition being circulated to strip the tax-exempt status from the Mormon Church for the role they played in the passage of Proposition 8 in California. If you’re inclined to check out the details, you may do so here. I’m all for “sticking it” to the people who had a hand in this, but folks, the Mormon’s didn’t do this to us alone. There were MANY other groups that helped them raise millions of dollars for the passage of Proposition 8. Why aren’t the folks who have set their sights on the Mormon church up in arms about the Knights of Columbus? They were the second largest contributor to “the cause”. They should have their tax-exempt status stripped as well. What about all the other churches that raised funds and put their names on the list of support? EVERY group that participated in this atrocity should be equally accountable. I guess, though, this is a start. Eh?

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Subliminal

So I'm sitting in the youth room of this Universalist Unitarian church where Adrian goes to Campfire meetings. The walls are filled with all kinds of affirmational type graffiti. And much of it makes sense. IE: "all people are 'people of color'"; "God is watching you"; etc. But then I saw the graffiti I posted above and thought, huh? What? Is someone trying to say they don't go to X-Tube anymore? Or is this some 14 year old that thinks by adding an "e" to X-Tube that old people like me won't know what it means? And I particularly appreciate how the "U" and "E" drips like jiz. That's not subtle AT ALL.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Are you there God? It's me, Freddy.

A few months ago Jed and I started discussing taking the boys to church so they could start learning the basic Bible stories and start developing a foundation of a belief system without being influenced one way or the other by the daddy and their poppa. As you may imagine, religion is a touchy subject with us. Not me 'n Jed, but us. While we want the boys to learn the parables, the stories where good prevails evil; right outsmarts wrong; the underdog forges ahead, we both agree that we need to pull the boys out of church before they learn the ugly truth about all religions. I have this thought in my head that plays out like this:

Adrian: Daddy, do you believe in God?

Daddy: No sweet boy, I don't.

Adrian: Why?

Daddy: Well, you see son. Many of today's conflicts have started based on God and religion. There are many different types of religions Adrian, each having their own Gods, yet none of them really agreeing on what their own God wants, believes or teaches. Basically son, all religions hide behind their flags and preach against one another. The Jews hate the Christians. The Christians hate the Muslims. The Muslims hate everyone. At one time, believe it or not, the Greeks had their own Gods. Everyone has since dismissed them as Mythical characters, and this is sort of how daddy feels about the modern day God. Does that make sense to you son?

Adrian: Not really daddy. Everyone I know tells me:




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Lets be honest. Eventually the boys are going to hear it and then I'm going to have to explain it. And since I've gone ahead and opened the can of worms, I'll go ahead and expound a little further.

Yes, at one time the Greeks did have their own deity system. At what point did a revolution begin and someone say, hey, Greek Guy. You can't have 2 dozen Gods to explain every event. There is only one God. My God. You must believe in my God, or you will burn in the fiery pits of hell.

I stand firm on my statement that Christians can't come to a consensus on the truth about God. Does God, in fact, really hate...anyone? Not just fags, but Jews? Polygamist? Hows about goat fuckers? I got one Christian church telling me that soldiers in Iraq are dying because of me, because I'm gay. I've got another Christian church telling me that that church is crazy. The soldiers aren't dying because I'm gay, however I will be burning in the pits of hell because I'm gay. And yet another church is saying, "You're gay? GREAT! God doesn't care what you are and neither do we as long as you tithe 10 percent of your income. Welcome brother." If God really hates anything, is that something I want to expose my children to? I don't mind if they hate sprouts or mustard, but do I want them hating people?

The way I see it, the problem with Christianity is nobody can get on the same page. In that regard, if you read yesterday's blog, Christians are very much like gay men. They can't even agree to disagree, they just fight with each other and talk about each other on Fox News. I don't understand how an entire group of people who all identify themselves as Christians can have so many different interpretations of a single book? Yet they drone on under the same banner of Christianity trying desperately to make the rest of the world think like them, and act like them.

Puhleez don't get me wrong. I am so not bagging on Christians. I know LOTS of Christians who are great people. There are many people who volunteer for the homeless. Even your very own Freddy diligently serves the elderly every single Monday at 11 am. He finds himself delivering food to the home- bound old folks on Austin's forgotten East Side. Does it make me any less of a person because I don't consider myself a Christian? The fact of the matter is I DON'T KNOW if there is a God. I've been taught that the Romans were wrong, the Greeks were wrong. And isn't it convenient, or is it a coincidence, that The Bible tells us they were wrong because of that whole idol worship thing??? Who am I to tell you that your God doesn't exist? Or the Muslims? Or the Buddhist? Better yet, who are you to tell me that I'm less of a person for the simple fact that I don't have a God.

If I've offended you, apologies. Go ahead and do the Christian thing. Forgive me.