Eric Scott Matthews

credit card theft, warcrack, yoga, yijuie

I guess I took a little blog-cationn. I blame World of Warcrack and I blame Tang for pushing me off the wagon therewith that one. For revenge, I stole Tang’s credit card last week and charged all my warcrack insanity to him.
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Just kidding, but we did accidentally exchange our identical AM Ex’s last week at dinner at dbar and since we have the same address it took us till last night to realize the error. So just a warning out there, no one seems to match up credit cards to names anymore. I ended up charging about 50$ on his card, and vice versa. Of course, this is all gonna work out, and be no big deal, but it definitely made me think about how freaking easy it is for someone to charge things on my card. All this identity theft going around like the flu.  Keep an eye guys. 
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Anyway, I am getting a little writing done. Some mini-travel on the holiday weekend. Wohoo. I have even returned to yoga, sort of. I took Yijue to Back Bay Yoga last night in the hopes of humbling him a bit. It kicked my ass! Yijue is kinda a work-out maniac, or at least he is a normal gay who goes to “church” far more religiously than me (and it shows). He’s also a bit type-A and yoga has a tendency to knock guys like that down a bit. I’m pretty sure yoga asanas are meant to be impossible to get perfect. Of course, it turned out, that I’m the one who felt like a blob. It’s all relative, and I know no one wants to hear a guy who isn’t fat complain about getting fat. But this is exactly it, I have been super lucky/lazy and now that I am witnessing my body start to age. Well I feel like a spectator. I don’t want to be one of those psycho-gym guys, but I also want to look like some airbrushed magazine cover (or at least internet gay ad, ha). Maybe that’s why I like yoga so much, it reminds me that sometimes working on the impossible is not about reaching some unobtainable goal, but in the practice itself. Life, dating, all of that, it’s only a competition if you make it one.
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I’ll end the ADHD update with that one for now. 
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now they're even killing each other off!

All the politicy and gay-crazed blogs are talking about this crazy speculation, and honestly I have nothing to say, but still want to link it, because, not gonna lie, I love it republican gay sex scandals. Sure there’s the Larry Craig thing, bathrooms and all that, but for some reason the double-homo-cide, possible republican gay escort scandal thing is more stare-at-the-white-bronco TV for me. 

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And as far as all this controversy about people giving republicans a harder time and more attention for these kinds of scandals. That’s bull. Barney Frank still gets a hard time for his prostitute scandal from decades ago. And the reason people didn’t vote him out of office is because he fessed up, and wasn’t cheating on some wife for years and years, the scandal wasn’t about screwing or attempting to screw underage guys (which is legally rape, a point people seem to always forget). Oh and he doesn’t run around demonizing gays and trying to vote away our rights. Simply put, on this issue, these republicans are hypocrites and clearly think of themselves above the laws they are trying to build. 

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The first time there is a gay sex scandal with a republican who is out of the closet or supports gay rights in some real way I’ll back the hell off. Until that mythological politician appears I remain tickled pink in watching the republican party collapse under the weight of its members arrogance and hypocrisy.

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P.S. and I LOVE that even Conservocrites like Tucker Carlson (who should know better) are so frustrated they are doing shit like confessing to gay bashings and crap to make sure everyone knows how "straight" they are.  Delish!

merv griffin gay, also, dead

I have always had mixed feelings about the celebrity closet.  Of course, I think they should all come out— more for us than for them, though. On one hand I feel very strongly, shockingly, about an individual’s privacy. I also don’t think the gay ghetto lifestyle is really the best thing in the world for everyone, although many would want beat me over the head for saying so.
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On the other hand, I resent this cadre of rich folk who got themselves rich and famous partially and in some cases directly because of their hiding secretive ways. They take advantage of those of us who can’t or won’t hide. It sends a pretty strong message to people that being gay is bad. While some celebrities marry and parade around with their hetero date du jour, closeted stars like foster, cooper, and for years and years and years Griffin spend their time dodging the question.  Merv Griffin was filthy rich and very powerful, if not so much in the limelight anymore. For the last several decades of his life there was no longer any threat of losing a single job or investment, a single friend, or a tiny sliver of his fame. And yet he still hid. And when he couldn’t hide, he lied. This one small element of his life, well, it was a message to the rest of us.

The message:
you too can become fabulously rich and famous as long as you pretend to be straight.

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republicans hate harry potter, irish

Some republican somewhere (Michigan to be exact, wherever the hell that is) wants to fuck up everyone’s favorite book series by replacing Wikipedia’s spoiler filled entry with an annoying and less spoilery message of his own. This from Wired along with a host of other funny Wikipedia shenanigans they found now that the IP addresses of edits made on the user-edited encyclopedia are getting a little easy to find workover by some grad student from Caltech. Maybe republicans just hate Wikipedia? Also, they hate the Irish.

Kinda fun if your bored. I prefer to let other people find this crap and then laugh at it. 

From Wired via Wonkette

Hardcore everything, mario soccer and crap, and now I’m sore everywhere

Game night Friday night starred Mario Strikers Charged, which is basically cartoon soccer with  bombs and flying shells and crap. Whoever said Nintendo was forgetting its hardcore fans hasn’t waited long enough. This game is appealing and easy to pick up, but it is freaking hard. I tried it on-line after the guys stumbled home and was pwned in the beginner area by what I can only assume is probably an 8 year-old. Fun game, though the Internet interface still needs a little work.
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Saturday I woke my ass up and ran off to the gym—literally jogged there because rather than assuming my new found 8 lbs is all muscle even though I barely go the gym once a week I’m going to be more realistic and assume its all in my middle. Met EJat the SR BSC, who actually is a 5-day a week hardcore gym guy (and it shows). Between waiting for EJ to finish and having every machine I started a set with stolen between sets, I ended up overexerting myself just a bit. So I did an extra 20 of cardio and then stretched out on a yoga mat (at least I got to show off my mad bendy skilz).  Then it was off to Foodies for a protein drink and party.

Stalked by a video game

I swear World of Warcraft is stalking me. Between mailers with free 10 day trials to return and try out for the expansion, to my roommate falling prey, to walking in and busting a guy at work cruising the talent workshop page like its porn, to getting contacted by the old head of our gay guild about something unrelated, but still reminding me of it.
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I have a book to write you people! Stop. It.
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Not to mention the fact that I am attempting to have a social life here and maybe even start taking dating seriously again.
World of Warcraft is geekcrack. Totally true. Everyone I know who still plays the game, hates it. And they still play.

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I ran into this interesting series of articles by a game designer, Jeff Vogel,  recently while I was NOT looking up info on new games. He hits it on the head when eh talks about how awful the games can become.  Thank the gods for him. 
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Now back to work.
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GTFOOB, stealth at the boatslip, truro, dinner, diesel and the golas, and I haven't even mentioned EJ yet

Yet another GTFOOB™ Friday landed me in Ptown lat week with MightyMouse. Actually, Derek and Alex hitched a ride with us rather than get raped by the fast ferry’s crazy prices for what was supposed to be a simple, casual night on the cape. It still appalls me how expensive the cape has become; everything from the drinks to the rooms seem like they have been priced with the rich kids in mind. So Alex and Derek’s mad adventure sneaking into the Boatslip didn’t phase me. Their phalanx of bags, however, did.
“Don’t you think it would be stealthier to sneak into the Boatslip with something smaller, and lighter like say a bag of concrete bricks? A Hum-vee”
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the in thing this season!