Boys of the Next Moments - Half Shirts

As I cross the information superhighway, I see more of less and end up turned on. (Did you get all that?) *wink*

I am really liking these "half-shirts." They leave me "half-cocked." and "All Worked Up."

I REALLY like the ones where you can see the cutie sweating under his arms.
*YUM!*

Boy of the Very Next Moment

I want to sniff him.
I want to stuff my face in his crotch and move my way up his hairy little chest and up through his pecs into his armpit and bite his lip a little.

"...ummmmm...whoa, Brandon."

Andy in the NEW Cybersocket Web Guide

I don't know if I am supposed to have this or not but hey... it's all about who you know huh?

This is a scan of the new Cybersocket Web Directory. (...and the cover.)
It is not out yet, but since I work in the office with the magazine mogul, I see things. I hear things. (I nab things off the office manager's desk.) *wink*

This is Andy on one of the few (...and I am sure EXPENSIVE!) color pages of the new guide.

Even though Andy takes up more space in my heart than two pages, this spread does HIS spread justice huh?

...don't say you found it here, please. *wink*

Boy of the Very Next Moment

I want to lick boys underarms! - NOW!
(...this is a HOT photo!)
*lick*

Boy of the Moment

UGGGH!

Baggage

I have enough baggage.

I don't want to wait for my luggage.
It is taking so long, I just want to leave without it.
*blachhh.*
Brandon Baker
504-319-6487
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Fight Club Rule

Sometimes there is so much I want to say.
Then I think if a time in my life that what I want to say was conveyed to me.
Usually a few words I heard when repeated say a whole lot more then the space they take up on paper or on a screen.
This is one of those times.

Edward Norton and Brad Pitt in the Movie "Fight Club" lent these strong words to me...

"What's the first rule of Fight Club?"
"Don't talk about it."

So while my reality checks bounce, the sound check didn't.

Whoooo - deep.
Brandon Baker
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Money, Success, Fame, Glamour

Money.
Success.
Fame.
Glamour.
We are living in the age of the thing.

- Ledgendary party promoter turned murder convict, Michael Aleg played by McCauley Culkin in the movie "Party Monster".
Brandon Baker
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On Time

I am about to make a flight on time.
Mark your calendars. Start your engines.
It's my last flight of the year. *wink*

I'm on my way from Detroit to Los Angeles with a layover in Phoenix.
Out with the cold.
I SAY Los Angeles, to get the special low price of 319 I had to go into Ontario.
It would figure the one time I don't fly into LAX, that is where my hotel is tonight.

I can't wait until I get a second to bring you up to speed on what (...and who.) Is going on in Vegas for the porn convention.
It's gonna be CRAZY!

Speaking of on time - I hope to be in Los Angeles tonight to party before I head to San Francisco tomorrow.
That's right - Detroit to Los Angeles tonight, Los Angeles to San Francisco tomorrow.
Then San Francisco turns into Las Vegas on the 1st to commence the wildest parties on the 4th.

I am going to celebrate New Years in San Francisco. (I'll be on the coast that clebrates last.)
Does that mean New Yorkers can call me from next year? Whoa!

Your friend in the skies.
...and rails.
...and roads.
No camels.
Brandon Baker
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JOKE: Termite Bar

Did you hear about the termite who went into the bar and said, "Where is the bartender?"

Thanks to my dad for that humor.
Yike.
Brandon Baker
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JOKE: Antenna Wedding

Did you hear about the two antennas who met on the roof and decided to get married?
Yeah, the wedding wasn't that hot, but the reception was really good.
Brandon Baker
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Boy of the Very Next Moment

I wish I was kneeling in front of this.

Boy of the Moment

Jake "I-Can-Never-Spell-His-Last-Name-Right" is bundled up and ready for the cold.
I bet he knows how to handle the cold too - make it HOT! *wink*

Ricky Martin on St. Barts Photos

These pictures are going around of Ricky Martin on the island of St. Barts.
I have them too, but to get this up quicker, check out this link with the same images.
Maybe he really is gay.

Toothbrush

You may laugh...
Awhile back Lisa told me about her friend who blogged her toothbrush.
I laughed.
Now I outreach my hand in gratitude.

I can't be without my Radius toothbrush.
I couldn't go back to a normal brush.

When I first used this brush, I thought, "Man, I don't know about this."
Now I know about it.

It makes me laugh, not while I am brushing though, that I chuckled when Lisa told me about the original blog from her friend.
Now I am doing the same thing...

It's a wonderful thing.

An Afternoon in Poland

Okay, while I do travel often, and you never know WHERE I will end up, that would be pushing it.

Today my grandfather, his girlfriend, my parents and I went to Hamtramack, an area of Detroit where it is predominately Polish.
Hamtramack is actually a city that lies completely surrounded by Detroit. It's a city within a city, literally.

I had a very Polish feast for lunch. Duck Blood Soup, Cabbage Soup, Kielbasa, Mashed Potatos and Gravy, Stuffed Cabbage, (...boy they had a lot of cabbage.) Piroges, and three kinds of Krauts. *whew*

After that, we went to a Polish Market so they could get some stuff to.
It was amazing.
I felt like I really was in Poland, the market items were all in Polish.

There were some cute boys too.
The country went through some strife, but man, they made up for parts of it in food.

I like to feel cultured by doing silly, fun and cultural things like that..
...and stuffed.
*wink*

Boy of the Moment: Next Christmas

...maybe next Christmas, I will find HIM under my tree. (...but only after he crawls out from under ME!)
Santa isn't the only thing chubby after I saw this.

PHOTOS: Our House After the Hurricane

Here are a couple of photos of the mess at my parents house after the hurricane.

They have ALOT of work to do.
These are two photos OUTSIDE, the roof was damaged and the parts of the boards that were waterlogged.

I found out that the flood waters did not come in the house, the water damage was from what came in the house from the roof.
They are in a flood zone C, which is the highest, so the water than came in was clean at least. *whew*
After seeing video of what the actual flood waters could do and how nasty it was, the rain entering from above was a blessing.

You should see the living room, I asked my dad, "How do you find anything?" The rooms are in such disarray after trying to put stuff back together.
You have no idea, - growing up, my mom had everything so pristine just in case the president showed up I guess. I was never even allowed to chew bubble gum in the house. Now I think that is what holds parts of it together. *wink*

Boy of the Moment: Dylan Fergus

I haven't seen the movie yet, but I heard it was a good camp movie.

You may have heard about the first gay horror movie.
(If I was in it, it would have been a "whore-er" movie.) *wink*

This is hottie, Dylan Fergus, from the movie.
If he was really my boy of the moment, I would try as hard as I could to make the moment last sixty. *wink*
I especially love this shot, 'cause you get to see his armpits. YUM! *lick*

PHOTO: Big Boy Visit

We went to Big Boy today, (I don't know that I see too many in Las Vegas or New Orleans.) that made me laugh.
I snuck this photo when I went to the "bathroom".
I had coffee and tried to sneak glimpses of the cut boy with a lip ring at the table next to me. I had coffee, while my dad had fish and chips and my mom had the Big Boy Original sandwich, The Slim Jim.
...considering how much I like big boys, it was a secret chuckle.
...turned out it wasn't so secret. My dad bought me a trademark Big Boy bank, (...so if I save up, I really will have some sense.) *wink* so he knows I like "Big Boys" too. *AHHHHH!*

PHOTO: Christmas Dinner

It's couple of days late, but here's a glimpse at Christmas dinner at my house in Slidell. (...well what's left of the house.)

Yes, that's a www.BadPuppy.com koozie on my drink. Don't tell my mom.*wink*

PHOTO: "Can I Have Another?"

It's a new kind of fisting! Double fisting! *wink* Well, it's not new, but I don't normally do it!

I went out for margaritas with my friend from high school and couldn't resist having it frozen AND on the rocks!

Brokeback North Pole

You can tell I am sorting through e-mails huh? *wink*
I finally just got to the hotel with a high speed connection after being in the car and being at family friends houses while we make our way around to see family and friends...

One of my friends sent me this with a caption that said, "Brokeback North Pole" and I laughed.

...as I sort through more, you will probably see more cute, funny, silly, hot posts.

Ricky Nelson - HOT!

I was at my mom's friend a few days ago and saw a commercial for some old music and saw Ricky Nelson.
Thank goodness he is dead, 'cause I would be obsessed. (I might move into the same apartment complex he lived in so I could catch a glimpse of him!) *wink*
He is/was a HOTTIE!

Ryan Cabrera

One of the benefits of living/working in Los Angeles:

Angel was so happy that Ryan Cabrera came into the store where he works today.
I was so glad when he called and told me in hysterics. (...believe it or not, that means alot to me.)

Angel is OBSESSED with Mr. Caberera.
You don't understand...

He said when he paid, he pulled out a fuzzy pink wallet.
HOT!

Who Died?

Why are all the flags at half mast?
What did I miss?
Brandon Baker
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Fw: HOLIDAY EATING TIPS

TOO FUNNY!

-----Original Message-----
From: DjDeMarko@aol.com
Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 11:08:23
To:DjDeMarko@aol.com
Subject: HOLIDAY EATING TIPS

> Holiday Eating Tips
>
> 1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet
> table knows nothing of the season's spirit. In fact, if you see
> carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum
> balls.
>
> 2. Drink as much eggnog as you can and quickly. Like fine single-malt
> scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even rarer than single-malt scotch.
> You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who
> cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're
> going to turn into an eggnog-aholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy
> it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's
> Christmas!
>
> 3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of
> gravy. Gravy does not stand-alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out
> of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano.
> Repeat.
>
> 4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk
> or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a
> sports car with an automatic transmission.
>
> 5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to
> control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is
> to eat other people's food for free and lots of it. Hello?
>
> 6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New
> Year's. You can do that in January when you have the nothing else to
> do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling
> the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat
> of eggnog.
>
> 7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like
> frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position
> yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before
> becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of
> shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them
> again.
>
> 8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each.
> Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin.
> Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one
> dessert? Labor Day?
>
> 9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the
> mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean,
> have some standards.
>
> 10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the
> party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention.
>
> 11. Reread tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the
> corner. Remember this motto to live by: "Life should NOT be a journey
> to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive
> and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in
> one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn
> out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
>
>
Brandon Baker
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Roe vs. Wade

Someone asked the mayor of New Orleans, Ray Nagin, about his opinion on Roe versus Wade and he said, "I didn't care how they got out, I just said get out of New Orleans."
...so I don't have a slander lawsuit against me, my dad told me this as a joke. Mayor Nagin did not really say that.
...but it's funny huh?
Brandon Baker
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It's a Cliche' but...

...talk about a whore in church.
Yea, it's not just a cliche' anymore.

(This is not mean to be demeaning, don't worry, it's meant to deliver my message with intent and humor.)
Brandon Baker
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Church and Mass (e-mail)

The Christmas Eve service was beautiful. Our church always had a candlelight service that is truly beautiful.

A couple of things bother me every year though about church (besides the fact that I always forget the right shoes) like when I get dressed up for church.
I feel like such a hypocrite.
I mean growing up a guess I felt like church was a nesseccary social event. (Now I know otherwise.)
I had to get up early on Sunday and get dressed up and I went to childrens church and stuff. Then in high school, my dad never "made" me go to church, but I know the guilt would get me if I didn't most of the time.
Why do I have to get dressed up?
The REASON is what's important, not the season of wear.
I mean, that bugs me.
I go so rarely, I can't justify getting crazy about it.
Then the second thing that bothers me is the emotional matter.
It's no surprise that I am overly sensitive, so a carol of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing." sends me into tears.
Can I get a "Calm Down" along with the "Hallijeuh." please?

Our pastor (...is a woman.) knows everything about me. (My dad is second in charge at church) and I know she knows what I do. (I have confirmed it with my dad.)
She is very special and gracious for not throwing it in my face.

I only had to wonder for a short time, "How did she find out?"
Well, half of it is my dad confiding in her (...which is to be expected. It's cool.)
The other half is when she sat next to my friend Paulo on a flight from Houston to New Orleans.
Nice.
He said, "Oh yea, you know Brandon too. He and I do the same thing."
I gotta hand it to my dad.
How you calmly say, "Oh yea, and my oldest son is a hooker."

Another funny story that my dad relayed to our pastor and I thought I would relay to you is he email I got from Jesus.
Yes, moments after I got home from my rare apperance at church I got an email from Jesus.
I mean, the sender was named Jesus.
Considering how novel the idea is, I can't believe it hasn't happened before.
It was just a simple email that was computer generated, but interesting nonetheless.
I was glad Jesus sent me an email to tell me Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
It makes me wonder though...
Brandon Baker
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Andy's Rambling Thoughts

I am glad to know Andy's thoughts are about an random as mine.
Check out his blog at thatboyandy.blogspot.com.
It sounds like he went with someone, I assume Danny ?, to his first escort appointment, and talks about what it was like from his point of view. Interesting.
I find out more from his blog than we talk about on the phone. Yuck.
It's funny to follow his wandering eye about boys too. "This one, no that one. No another one just passed." *wink*
I liked his breaking glass comment too. While it's not one of my FAVORITE sounds, it tends to be comforting when rage takes presedence over my emotional state. What topped off that comment was that he said, "Brandon wouldn't wake me up." No sir, I sure wouldn't have. ThatBoyAndy turns into ThatBoyCranky when you wake him from slumber.
I am glad for blogs. In my own, I feel confident that all the smart people in my life know I don't "talk" about things. If they want to know how I feel, they can read about my real feelings in the morning here. *wink* In Andy's blog, it helps to see between the lines and figure things out. Yea for blogs.
Brandon Baker
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Gay Cheesecake

...for my birthday, I wanted my mom to make me a cheesecake covered in caramel and sprinked with gay sprinkles. *wink*

It was SO RICH, it took me three days to eat. (I think there is half left for later on too.)

*YUM*

Merry Christmas

Every Year

Christmas Eve is the same time, Christmas comes the day after - that's a given.
There is other things too that are a given. Mom and my brother fight over something, and EVERY YEAR I forget shoes for church. Every year, it's amazing. Two years ago I wore sandals, last year, I had tennis shoes. This year I had some brown shoes that I left at my parents. Brown with black, hey - its improving.
Brandon Baker
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FUBU

I love it when white boys wear FUBU.
FUBU is a line of clothing that stands for For Us By Us and is an African-American symbol.
If I am mistaken, someone please correct me so I can pick myself up off the floor.
Although - he was a hot white boy who thought he was black. ...and I did like to see him keep grabbing his crotch.
Brandon Baker
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...from Suburban LA.

...and I mean the REAL LA, not Los Angeles, the US government given postal right to be called LA, Louisiana. *wink*

I have a lot to update you with, but I have to that from the disaster called my parents house since I have photos and all.

The weather is awesome, this is part of the reason I miss New Orleans so much. I LOVE it. I want to bask in it all the time.
I walked out of the front door and stood there.

Let me tell you, it's a mess.
It's funny to see a Wendy's that I have always gone to say NOW OPEN, 3-7.
The daquari bar just opened back up and has spotlights.
The city hotels are wrecks.
Burger King and Sam's Clubs have sign for 500.00 hiring bonuses.
It was hard to imagine, now I see it all. It's amazing.

The same weather that I just said I loved, destroyed a city.
What a insane blooper of life.

I am sorry if you tried to call me yesterday, I had enough and my voicemail got full.
I cleared it out today and if you are expecting a call back, I will try to do that today, the the middle of this shopping craziness.
I don't know what to get - I want the presents to fall at my feet when I pass them. (...with my luck I'd trip and get them all for free in lieu of a settlement.)

There is so much going on, I'll get right back to you this afternnon for hurricane recovery central and shopping central and family central and... well, you get the point.
Brandon Baker
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Transportation Year

Wow, this year I haven been in planes, trains, boats (cruise) and automobiles.
Long haul to Berlin, short haul walking downstairs - mobility has been a big part of my year.
I haven't been on a camel this year. Last year yes.
I am afraid to add up the time and distance I have spent in transit.
Brandon Baker
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Traveling Fool

I went from New York City on a train ride all the way to New Orleans.
I will be at home for a day, then turn around and drive about the same distance to go from New Orleans to Detroit, Michigan.
Ummmm...I am going to have to speak to the management in my head, they are way fucked up up there.
Furthermore, I leave Michigan to go to Las Vegas if I don't fit in San Francisco for New Year's.
...COULD I do a bit more moving around please?
Brandon Baker
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Train Tracking

How do you tell where you are when you look out of the window?
...all I see is dark anyway.

This is more like two days on the train.
These are the same clothes people saw me in yesterday for goodness sake! Thankfully, they are Abercrombie at least.
Brandon Baker
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Life is Full of Delays - It's Okay.

The train now won't get into Slidell until 11:30pm. Originally it was scheduled to arrive into Slidell at 5:44pm.
I have heard it was 'cause twice a freight train was ahead of us.
I think he said there is about 600 people on this train and I hear a lot of people say they are going to Slidell, it's not just me.
Now we are coming up to Tuscaloosa, Alabama I think.
The schedule allows for some leeway and time to "make-up" so this must have been pretty bad.
It's no big thing, even on my birthday, at home I would have sat on the couch or something.
I wanted this trip so I would think and do work, but I haven't done much, no let me truthful, I haven't done ANY work. I have a plethora of excuses.
The thinking, I kinda wish I didn't think. Now I am probably more confused about what's in my head and blah, blah...
Almost six hours late. In the whole scheme of things, that's nothing.
I can't sleep any more, I don't want to think about anything else and I think I'm about to become fused to this seat.
I am not known for "thinking", I need to just do, it's easier and more fun. There are people to think for me, huh?
ARGH!
I am going to call this the birthday train.
Brandon Baker
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Home

My mom may not like to read this, she always said she did not want us to call another lady "Mom" if she died and my dad had to remarry and she never insisted, but implied that Detroit would always be "home."

I was born in Detroit, so I am going to be at my definitive "home" for the holidays.
The Detriot you think of, see in movies and hear about in the news was home until the middle of second grade.
After my friend Amethyst and I were the only two white people in my entire school, my parents made the family establish more in the suburb with the best school district. (See where it got me.) *wink* That suburb was home until high school. Second grade to twelve - that "should" be home huh?

While I call New Orleans "home", I guess it's because that's where he heart is huh? I call New Orleans home because that's where I consider myself to be from. My family moved to Louisiana my senior year of high school. So while it was later on, it is still where I formulated most of what I am. I did college in New Orleans too.
My parental units ruled from the suburbs of New Orleans 'cause only in high school did I live at home with them. Not 'cause I was a rebel or anything, but I partied in New Orleans every night of the week, was working at hotels down there so I set up the PartyWithBrandon World Headquarters in New Orleans proper.

For a short time, "Home" was Ohio when I was the general manager of a limited service hotel chain. They moved me to new and hot properties all over the midwest until porn took over my life.

My mail goes to Las Vegas so now the postal service says my "Home" is there. I moved to Las Vegas when Lisa (...who was my assistant at one of the hotels.) got promoted to one of the companies Las Vegas properties. I went out to help her get going and "visit" and fell in love with the glitz, glamour and gaudy aspects of Sin City. ...and I never left.
Plus, as you can see from Lisa's post, she takes pretty good care of me. I'd probably be dead if I weren't for her at times.

Now, "Home" is where I head to at night I guess. Tonight it's a locomotive on the way through Tennessee. Last week and two weeks a month it's a scandalous hotel in Los Angeles. Tyler and I would have called "Home" his Saturn when we travelled all over so much.

"Home" can mean so much, so since I am gay, I guess it's in my blood to love labels, even this one.

..just call me "Home-y." *wink*
Brandon Baker
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Detroit Superbowl

I remember that Detroit is set to host the superbowl here real soon if I am not mistaken.
I wonder how they are doing.
I mean, the racial tension, the broken heart of the city, rather I should say bleeding heart, not broken, and the shell of buildings once in grandeur like the train station. (Can you see why I thought of this?)
The huge influx of visitors are going to stay where? Eat where? Host corporate parties where?
The Detroit train station downtown looks like it was once beautiful, now as cracked out as some of my friends at a circuit party on a Saturday. It's a beautiful blight the city has to deal with. (When I can get back to a computer, I will add an image to this post. For now www.google.com DETROIT TRAIN STATON to see what I mean. It's splendor is now shambles.
When I saw the ad for the Superbowl in the Motor City, the night skyline in the city was well, not. They "enhanced" the image to what they wanted the city to look like. I mean, they took out some of the blighted buildings which are still there now.
I'll keep my eye on it. Literally, I'll be in D-Town on the 25th.
Brandon Baker
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Hot Conductor

A couple of years ago I would have seen the words, "Hot Conductor" and thought I was in a science lab in college and we were talking about currents in metal.
Many years ago I would have thought of a Disney cartoon like "Fantasia" and the man who directs the ochestra swirling about with a baton-like object.
Not today, oh no. Today when I say hot conductor, I mean the militant twenty something year old Amtrak employee who must be like a conductor's apprentice or something. He seems pretty official. He keeps coming through the cars. Usually he speeds right through with heavy strides. I want to see him naked. There was the older, Santa-looking conductor who checked the tickets originally, then there are the ladies who keep checking the tags and other menial jobs. He has that conductors hat over his Army haircut. I bet you he's a hot top. Either that or what I really bet is he takes it up the ass and is a bottom. Either way - he's a hot conductor.
Brandon Baker
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In the Middle of Everywhere

I have the walkie-talkie feature on this Nextel BlackBerry.
Sometimes it freaks me out.
Just now, while it was fairly quiet on the train, my brother "walkie-talkie-ed" me with an insanely loud "Hey dude."
I honestly think it was louder than the loudspeaker.
YIKE!
If I didn't know it wasn't my own country-ass bumpkin brother and the salutation wasn't preceded by the two Nextel walkie-talkie beeps, one could think the voice of God just asked me, "Hey dude."
However, that was not as bad as the time I was in bed by myself at a hotel and Rob Ramos used the walkie-talkie to say, "What up, hooker." I had the phone in the sheets somwhere so for the life of me I could not figure out was calling me a hooker in my own room wih only me there. It took me a minute and then I got it.
Still worse, was the time I was in bed with a trick and once again, my volume must have been high because in the middle of a heated moment, I heard a freakishly loud, "BITCH!" come from the side of the bed. I think I jumped out of my skin. I would have hoped he was into watersports when I got so scared I pissed. Can you imagine that? *hehe*
Brandon Baker
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Columbus Calling

There are little things that make me happy and feel good. (One is named Andy.) *hehehe*
Last night at like 2:00am I got a call from the bar manager at The Columbus Eagle, a dance bar in Columbus, Ohio.
Andy, Corbin Michaels and I did a show for RentBoy there awhile back.
I thought, "Oh shit, what could this be about."
It turns out one of my Las Vegas porn friends Ricky Martinez, was in Columbus and dropped in to party and said my name while he was there and they both decided to call me.
(I think Ricky is doing a show at The Club, Columbus if I got it right.)
(I think he also said HE missed a flight AND the airline lost his luggage, or maybe he lost his mind, I dunno. I am pretty sure he said luggage. Dude, that sucks!)
I don't know what Mr. 9x11 Ricky Martinez thought he was going to get from mentioning me besides kicked out, but I was so glad to get a nice call from Noel, the manager and Ricky. It made my night. Even though it was in the wee hours of the morning. It's the thought that counts right?
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So I did catch the train I was supposed to out of New York. (I got to the busy Penn Station two full hours ahead of time.)
...but that's only half the battle.
Now after some weary recollections of stopping in some cities that seemed colonial, I had to get off the choo-choo in Washington DC and get on the original train I was supposed to be on. (I think that's how the nice lady yesterday helped me - she checked me into the New York to New Orleans train that was sold out, then put me on an express/commuter train to Washington DC. So now I beat "The Crescent Line" and can get on when it gets here to DC.) Ahhhhh.
I was so excited to be on a train and be able to do email with a plug, watch the Heidi Fleiss movie on DVD, and do other stuff I never have "time" to do. Ummmmm...what happened? I got on the express train and apparently fell asleep right before we even left the station. When I woke up with one stop left before the end in DC, the person who was sitting next to me and in front of me were all different.
Good job! Brandon, really fruitful so far. (No, fruitful would be my own train. *wink* Now boarding porn train 69. All aboard!)
I didn't even get to watch the friggin' snowy countryside pass me by. (...at least I didn't let sleep pass me by either. I said, "Get over here. I need you NOW!")

I am sitting here at the DC station with a pen to my blog wondering which part is the cruisy part of the station. *wink*
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University Stops

I like the university stops on the train route.
Some hot boys get on, others get off.
(...there are some I would like to get off alright - on my face.)
...more university stops please.
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Do You Hear What I Hear?

...of course you don't unless you are at Penn Station too.
I think the announcer on the public address system is Oprah. It sounds just like her.
I also think someone forgot to tell the mangement here that the 80's are over.
Seriously, I know I am in New York and all, but I just heard a New York accent thicker than Eric Rhodes say, "Fogedda bout it." *hehehe*
If you could hear what I hear.
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Rarely But Sometimes

Very rarely, but sometimes I do wonder, "What are you doing, Brandon Baker?"
How do I cruise through life by the skin of my teeth?
When I am not busy and I have to wait in a line, have downtime or something like that - I question the things that I wouldn't if I was busy and moving. When I am in crowds, under pressure or going three places at once, decisions come fast, effortlessly and without regret.
Now that I see other people, have time and don't have other people or things around me I want, I get funky thoughts in my feeble little mind.
I always hear about guardian angels and think I must have a whole flight team of them working on me. One would have jumped already.
What is today, like a Tuesday or something? I'll ask someone.
I need to go be busy somewhere. Now.
This is hilarious - the MAIN reason I chose to take a train home to New Orleans for Christmas is because I wanted some "forced" time alone. I guess I wanted to think and to look out the window at parts of our country I would probably not see otherwise, now as I am about to do what I wanted, I don't think I want to.
The prices were just about the same to take this railway as to take the airway on a Southwest flight. So while price was a tertiary (sp?) factor, the time to reflect on a window and my crazy mind was priceless.
Now I want to slap a sale tag on my decision, get to where I am going, enjoy the people and things I want to and push the things I don't want to think about but have to away.
How silly of me to want to not want. What!?
By no means, whatsoever, do I need a lot of alone time. When I want it, I get it, use it and it's over.
On the otherhand, like Tom and other people I know and am close to, from whatever happened in his life, need constant people around him.
Rarely, but sometimes reality bites. I find it fun, and powerful to bite back.
Rarely, but sometimes it hurts.
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Brokeback Mountain

I broke down and went to see Brokeback Mountain today with Tom in New York.
Despite all the hype and the worry that it would not live up to the things I heard, the movie was BEAUTIFUL!

Jake Gyllenhaal did a GREAT job, although his opposite played by Heath Ledger got the award nominations.
(...for me, it was Jake's character in the movie that turned me on. Well that AND the fact that Andy and I sat next to him at Ammo in Los Angeles at dinner one night. Not knowing who he was at the time, we jsut commented on the cute boy. Andy promptly did the research and found out who it was.)

Surprisingly, the two plus hour movie kept my ADD-infested mind TOTALLY intrigued the entire time. (NOW, THAT is a feat!)
It was INCREDIBLY simple yet powerfully designed with the delivery of a universal message.

Emotion was well balanced by reality and beauty in each step down the mountain. (...along with cute boys and other big name stars like Michelle or was it Jennifer from Dawson's Creek and the Princess from Princess Diaries.)

As I walked back to the apartment with Tom since the freakin' city of New York is crippled by this transportation strike, I kept trying in my head to decipher the movie and by the time we were halfway home, felt very confident I got it all. What I would usually spend hours and a sleepless night trying to figure out, I filed away with perfect placement.
Ummmmmm....WHAT THE HECK? That's not how I am supposed to leave theaters. Usually I am like, "Tom, could you explain this part? ...and why did they do this in that one part."
Instead, Tom and I had an intelligent and emotional conversation about the motion picture that set more than just the screen in motion.

There are two particular things that won't spoil the movie that I want to mention.
a) Maybe it would spoil the movie... let's talk later. No wait, the incredible way that Jake's character represents a true, loud and playful love is equaled with the other characters representation of the reality of love and the truth in love was WONDERFULLY done and make me feel like I found something to help explain what goes on in my own life. It was so cool.
b) The tag line for the movie is "Love is a Force of Nature". I couldn't agree more.( ...and certainly no less.) You can't help who you fall in love with, it just happens. Sometimes it is requited, sometimes it is not, sometimes you THINK it is not and it really is. Just ask Romeo and Juliet, right?
I was VERY impressed with the direction of the film and the beautiful delivery of a smooth, clear and concise message.

Yea, and the beauty of the message was paralled by the beauty of the naked boys. (I lean towards Jake's character.)


Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal play two gay lovers who can't be who they really are and share more than time and space together.


The world is speaking about this movie. (...now I am too, so you better get on it!)
Check out the movies own website at http://www.brokebackmountainmovie.com.

PHOTO: Rusty Cadillac

My little Rusty got busy with the rental car this last week too.
How come everybody ELSE does more in my rental car than I do. Well, I get to drive it while they drive me crazy! *wink*
I had to show Rusty off too!

PHOTO: Army Andy

Andy sent me this HOT photo of him last week.
It makes me ill how good he looks in camouflaged, wait - I can't even see him in those pants. *wink* Neither can anyone else who comes by! *wink, wink*

HUMOR: New Orleans Churches

One of the local television stations in South Louisiana actually aired an interview with a woman of color from New Orleans.

The interviewer was a woman from a Boston affiliate, so she asked the interviewee how such total and complete devastation of the churches in the area had affected their lives.
The woman replied," I don't know about all those other peoples but we
gets our chicken from Popeye's".

The look on the interviewer's face was priceless.

Boy of the Very Next Moment

Boys of the Moment - Bondage Boys

Brandon's Vegas Vixen Roommate Tells All!

I think most people know that in Vegas, I share the apartment with a girl. Yes, it's kinda crazy, but she is amazing. She is my best friend. Today she called me and said, "When you get a second, take a look at my blog, the post from today is dedicated to you." I thought, "Oh SHIT, what did (...or didn't) I do this time." I immediately logged on and found this entry to be waiting for me.

In case you can't read the image to the left, it reads:
He is more irresponsible than an average six year old. You can't generally depend on him to do what he is supposed to do. He never pays the rent on time. He rarely answers the phone when you call him and is horrible about returning messages. Anyone who knows him, knows not to believe him when he says he will call you right back. He is moody and cranky and out of control randomly for no reason he or anyone around him can explain. His attention span is usually shorter than one commercial break. He asks me to record tv shows for him and then refuses to watch them with me, because he becomes too emotionally involved in the programs. I see him once a month, if I am lucky, and usually with only a couple hours notice that he is floating through town. He flies across the country constantly, and only makes it on time to 2 out of 5 flights. He makes crazy choices and leads a risky life. He knows a million people and they all love him and want to spend time with him, and that is always supposed to be ok with me. I know maybe two people, and he gets jealolus of me spending time with them. He needs to be the number priority in my life at all times, irregardless of anything else.

And you know what??? I COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT HIM!!! I accept all his craziness and faults and would do anything in the world for him. I'll always be here for you honey!!!

Is that what she REALLY thinks? *wink* YIKE!
I am BESIDE myself with this BEAUTIFUL delivery of what it REALLY is like to be around me.
I know that I am the luckiest little gay boy to have her too, but this is an amazing work of art that she put this all together and pegged me for the way it REALLY is.
WELL DONE! (...even if it hurts.)
*wink*

*blush*

Boy of the Moment

Facial Hair

This is not that hot of a photo, but my question is about the facial hair, not about how hot I am.

Do you like it?
I think I am going to try to grow a little out but keep it trimmed and neatly squared
Maybe I will look butcher, meaner, and/or rougher. (...like some of my lesbian friends.)

Whadda you think?
...KEEP IT, LOSE IT, GROW IT?

New Movie: Hostel

Have you heard of this new movie Hostel?
This movie looks scary and good. (...a HOT combination for me IF you are asking.)
I see alot of marketing towards collegiate audiences and at airports believe it or not.

It is by the legendary director Quention Tarantino, so it should be good with his name on the label, huh?


I am looking forward to seeing it.

It comes out on the 6th of January.
(How fitting - that's the day of HustlaBall too.)

This is a kinda hot photo on the official website http://www.hostelfilm.com.
If you get a second, the website is plain SICK and borderline disgusting.
It is FABULOUS!
*wink*

For more information on the movie itself on Yahoo! go to http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&cf=info&id=1808746648&intl=us

"It's Sparkly, I Love It!"

"Oh, it shines. It sparkles."

This is so tacky, I love it!
...keep your eyes peeled boys and girls, I want one of these.

PHOTO: Andy in My Pocket

This is a photo that I love of Andy and I.
It shows the height difference very well, but it puts him in such a pretty light.
(Usually when I think of Andy and light, it is 'cause I expect him to get struck by lightning. *wink*)
I keep this photo in my wallet when people ask about the boy I sleep in the bed with but don't call my boyfriend.

*bangs head on wall*

I'd like to formally petition who I need to for a "normal" relationship.

A New York Minute

...is not as short as you might think today.

The New York minute is typically a quick, snappy and efficient flash of time.
There is not much time moving by fast in New York City today.

The subway and busses are not even running.
(...although there alot of people doing just that.)
The trains are backed up.
The lines all over are long at the train station and the post office and all over in-between.
(I think there are lines to wait in line. Seriously.)
Taxis are charging differently since they are the only mode of transportation. .
...and that's just the beginning.

The taxi on the way to the train station was like I had seen earlier yesterday when the driver's stop and ask where are you going and if it is on the way, put you in and charge you for the zones you go through.
The boy that was in the taxi was a younger, bundled-up, cutie.
Apparently he was like a watch broker or something.
He made a couple of cell phone calls while we were driving.
To joke, I told him after the second call, "Can you please stop making those calls while I am in the taxi?"
He looked stunned and I laughed too fast to make him think I was serious.
I thought it was cute.
He did too.

I waited in line, to get in line, to get in line and when I felt my phone vibrate, I saw it was the "trick" from last night.
He was sweet and came to meet me at the train station and say goodbye.
I felt like I was in a gay B-rated drama movie.
He stayed with me in my "battle" to figure out how to best handle my plight.
How nice is that of him to join me.
It was like trick service with a little extra. Whoa!

Now I know this is going to surprise you, but...
I MISSED THE FUCKING TRAIN!
HOW!?
HOW!?
HOW!?
How can one person miss so many transportation departures and make it through life?
Seriously?
I was dumbfounded when I heard the departure call.
...there is some cosmic power working against me.

Onto my counter time at Amtrak and my New York Minute dealings...
I dealt with three train station employees while I was there. (...like the ghosts of Christmas's in A Christmas Carol, huh?)
One was the first point of contact, her name was Sanchez, at least that is what her nametag said. She was the second most helpful.
She said, "You missed that train baby."
When I said, "Can you put me on the next one?" she did some keypunches and said everything was sold out until the 28th.
I think she saw me get dishearten and leaned into the glass partition and said, "I can't really tell you what you can do, but go over to that office and ask for a supervisor and tell them you missed the train due to the strike and you need to get on the Washington train and you can catch your New Orleans line, (The Crescent) there with 40 minutes to wait."
The second lady I came in contact with, named El Diablo, I think, was when I immediately headed over to the supervisors desk and she said, "Nope, sold out.
Nothing we can do and took an insanely ringing phone off the cradle.
I went to go back and just throw my hands up and get my money back for the ticket and the nice first lady who told me what she wasn't supposed to, said, "I can't believe that. There are seats.
Hold on honey."
She went to go talk to the third lady named April, who I would deal with and be most glad for.
Frankly, I was so impressed that I had to think, "Wait, are they working FOR me in this messy, crowded, loud, terminal. I totally didn't expect that."
(Personally, I think they were Christmas Angels.)
The third lady kinda "took over" for me and said, "Which manager did you talk to? Can you go get her?"
I did not know what she was going to do, but I wanted to see if I could do something, so I went back and asked the manager to come with me.
The manager named Jonnie Armstead, threw a quick hissy fit (...like I probably would have.) and under her breath, "happily" came out to the window of April, who right in front of the manager, Jim, myself and some other employees stood right up to the manager who told me there was nothing she could do, and suggested that she sign off on this option that I could not understand. I was AMAZED! I don't think I have seen an employee do something like that ever.
Thank you to here in the highest. The manager lady was quite bitchy and I think said yes, so SHE didn't look a fool in front of her staff.
(I will forward this blog to Amtrak with the employees names.)
After the manager lady stormed off back to her office and said, "Fine." as she turned away to okay the override, I thought, "I really am lucky even though I am dumb."

Now, even though I missed the departure today as I originally planned, I am scheduled on the train compilation tomorrow.

Today I would have gone on one train "The Crescent" from NYC to Slidell.
Tomorrow, I take an express commuter train to Washington DC and have a forty minute window to catch "The Crescent" in Washington DC and take the rest of it like I would have to begin with, only a day later.

Of course, I shared a taxi ride back to the office too.
It kind cracks me up that I just wave a taxi and get in with whoever is in it.
This one was not NEARLY as cute as the earlier one, but hey, that's a cool way to just meet and talk to someone.
It took almost 37 minutes to get what took only 17 there.
(Now I am grateful for the "Zone Method" of charging instead of the "Meter Method.")
The driver was so upset at the traffic, he threw his coffee cup all over the front seat.

When I got back to the office after 47 minutes in what took 16 on the way there, Tom surprised me and had this sign (PHOTO) on the door waiting for me.
What a beautiful surprise!

Okay, someone PLEASE help me here.
I can't understand this.
While I am TOTALLY, and then some - thankful for this support from people like my parents and Tom and a few other random people who called and got a mouthful when I answered.
But why, alas, would they be supportive when my stupid ass was the one who missed this train and am back in New York for the night.
Yea, that's right guys, my own irresponsibility gets me behind and in these predicament and you support me for being a dumbass! *wink*
Where is the justice?
It makes me laugh and cry at the same time.
I fucked it up.
I am TOTALLY irresponsible.
(Yes, I know that is a shocker.)
Now that I realize that I am irresponsible and am oh, zero for twenty, flight, car and train departures - my mom, Tom, and most other people are supportive of it being okay.

I am now back in the office, I am going to catch up and I think I am going to see a movie with Tom and maybe even Jeff.