<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:45:31.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scrutinous Misadventures Of Reno Melons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110732340091306563</id><published>2005-02-01T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:50:00.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Things Become New Again</title><content type='html'>Forgive me all...for I have sinned.  It's been well over a month since my blog.  I wish I could come up with some type of excuse, but let's face it...I'm just plain lazy.  Something has come up though that I wanted to get out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my friend Nathan and I were hangin' out and we were talking about music, which we do a lot.  We were talking about Garth Brooks and I told him about the "Chris Gaines" CD.  I told him how awesome the album was and that it was a great album but it didn't receive the attention that it should've.  If you're not familiar with what I'm talking about, back in 1999 Garth Brooks was supposed to star in a movie called "The Lamb" a thriller about a singer by the name of Chris Gaines.  Garth felt at the time in order to prepare for the movie that he had to become the character.  So, he lost a lot of weight and "became" Chris Gaines.  He set up an elaborate background about the character and even recorded a "greatest-hits package" under the guise of Chris Gaines, which was being pushed as Garth Brooks' crossover to pop.  When it was released, the audience really didn't get it and the album didn't do very well.  The only problem was that it was one of the best albums of 1999!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after talking with Nathan, I pulled out the CD and listened to it and I still feel that it's the best album that Garth Brooks has ever done and one of my favorite albums ever.  So, I looked on the internet (Amazon.com &amp; Allmusic.com) to see how people have talked about it over the years and I found out that a lot of people feel the same way.  I have a feeling that in a few years this album will become quite the underground cult favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about all of that makes me wonder "old things" i.e. music, movies, books, tv shows, etc. in our generation will become "new things" for the next generation.  I mean movies like Lady Snowblood, Switchblade Sisters, Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls, Swamp Man by Donald Goines, and Future Shock with James Brown are things that weren't well received when they initially came out but are now well received by our generation.  I think that "Showgirls" is well on its way to becoming a cult classic for the next generation and who knows what else.  Does anyone out there have any suggestions?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110732340091306563?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110732340091306563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110732340091306563' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110732340091306563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110732340091306563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2005/02/old-things-become-new-again.html' title='Old Things Become New Again'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110430728053137818</id><published>2004-12-29T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:01:20.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Scott Beecher, My Future Ex-Husband</title><content type='html'>I saw my nice cool drink of water Mr. Scott Beecher tonight.  I swear that man makes things rise in me, especially my skin flute.  He's a hottie.  It's too bad he's straight (although I'm hoping to change that hence the married and eventually getting divorced part).  I hadn't seen him in a while and we talked for a while and I told him about the ghost in my house (another post on my blog soon to come).  He's definitely beating out ole Saucey in the husband dept and giving him a run for the money.  I've just gotta seduce him with my sweet choclate ways.  He's one of the extreme elite guys who can take all the filthiness I throw out and that alone makes him #1 in my book.  We'll see what happens next...   It's after 3 am so I have to go now, but there's more to come about Mr. Beecher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110430728053137818?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110430728053137818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110430728053137818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110430728053137818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110430728053137818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/mr-scott-beecher-my-future-ex-husband.html' title='Mr. Scott Beecher, My Future Ex-Husband'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110430681336948737</id><published>2004-12-29T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:53:33.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Scrutinous Misadventures At The Lunch Paper</title><content type='html'>I met up with Mr. JK, Mike K, and Johanna at The Lunch Paper tonight and it was a lot of fun.  Johanna and I talked about boys and it was awesome.  She's an awesome chick and I feel so comfortable talking about boys with her.  I told her about all the stuff mentioned below on my blog and we nearly talked for 2 hours about everything.  We mainly talked about boys and sex.  It was so cool.  There was some cute boys out, but not very many.  We were kind of disappointed at the lack of cute boys out.  Although, there was one that tickled my fancy...my very handsome future ex-husband Mr. Beecher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110430681336948737?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110430681336948737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110430681336948737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110430681336948737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110430681336948737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-scrutinous-misadventures-at-lunch.html' title='My Scrutinous Misadventures At The Lunch Paper'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110430658731452769</id><published>2004-12-29T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:49:47.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Kang &amp; Cici's Pizza</title><content type='html'>My Aries sister, Eunice, and I went out for some good eatin' at my favorite eating place in Athens...Cici's Pizza.  We had a great time talking and stuffing our faces with great food.  If you haven't been to Cici's Pizza...it's awesome.  I mean it's all you can eat for only $3.99.  It's a poor black man's dream.  It's cheap and it's a buffet!!!  It doesn't get any better than that.  If someone took me there on a first date, I would be giving it up the first night and that's no lie.  Cici's is awesome.  Also, eating at Cici's is like a natural laxative.  The stuff at Cici's will get you moving...I guarantee that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110430658731452769?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110430658731452769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110430658731452769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110430658731452769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110430658731452769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/ms-kang-cicis-pizza.html' title='Ms. Kang &amp; Cici&apos;s Pizza'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110430629823012227</id><published>2004-12-29T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:45:59.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloria, Dorelan, &amp; The Teen Beat</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back in Athens after spending Christmas with the folks and I came home to a very pleasant surprise. I found my home plastered with pullouts and mini posters of people like Ashton Kutcher, Chad Michael Murray, Ryan Cabrerra, Usher, Destiny's Child, etc. It was so awesome. My friends Gloria &amp;amp; Dorelan, who you'll hear me talk about a lot on this blog as well, decorated the place while I was gone and I love it!!! They've put posters up everywhere and I'm still finding them, which makes the experience even more awesome....So, next time you come to my house, you'll have to help me find the cool pinups tossed about the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110430629823012227?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110430629823012227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110430629823012227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110430629823012227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110430629823012227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/gloria-dorelan-teen-beat.html' title='Gloria, Dorelan, &amp; The Teen Beat'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110413356900695486</id><published>2004-12-27T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:46:09.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Negative Effects Of Porn</title><content type='html'>One of my best girlfriends, Regan, and I were talking and she brought up an excellent point that I have to discuss.  She said that she was tired of guys who in the past had tried to do things with her sexually that they saw in porn.  I must also agree.  I think when most guys watch porn or a lot of porn they feel the need to do what they see in porn and that everything done in porn is a sexual standard.  I'm here to say that the reciepient of the sex doesn't agree.  I think some guys think that fast or kinda rough movements are a turn on....they're not.  What happened to a soft touch or a gentle caress?   Hell...who ever says the actual sexual act has to happen.  I mean I think foreplay and everything that leads to sex including heavy petting and dry humping are better than sex.  It's just the anticipation of everything that makes the experience worthwhile.  That's what I think...of course if anyone has anything else to say...just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110413356900695486?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110413356900695486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110413356900695486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413356900695486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413356900695486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/negative-effects-of-porn.html' title='The Negative Effects Of Porn'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110413308487376881</id><published>2004-12-27T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:38:04.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting To Hump Someone Who May Or May Not Want To Hump You Back</title><content type='html'>Well...I saw the guy that I mentioned earlier in my blog,  he's the one I was attracted to and there was some flirting going on but then he got a girlfriend and started to ignore me somewhat, and things are starting to get back on track even though he's with the same girlfriend.  I must admit I still want to make out with him.  I don't know why.  Am I a glutton for punishment?  I can't explain.  Hell...I think he still maybe wants to fool around.  I don't even know anymore.  I have my hand of cards close to my chest and wait patiently until he makes the first move.  I hate the part where you have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110413308487376881?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110413308487376881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110413308487376881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413308487376881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413308487376881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/wanting-to-hump-someone-who-may-or-may.html' title='Wanting To Hump Someone Who May Or May Not Want To Hump You Back'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110413264836682488</id><published>2004-12-27T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:30:48.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. JK Comes To The Rescue</title><content type='html'>Once again, my car battery gave out on me because I was an idiot and I didn't close my door very well.  Mr. JK came to my rescue to jumped me off.  He even picked me up from work to bring me home.  He was definitely my hero that day.  It's good to have a hero to bail you out every once in a while.  I like that...so thanks Mr. JK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110413264836682488?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110413264836682488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110413264836682488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413264836682488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413264836682488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/mr-jk-comes-to-rescue.html' title='Mr. JK Comes To The Rescue'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110413247903204748</id><published>2004-12-27T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:27:59.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Logan King &amp; Good Ole Ponch</title><content type='html'>Another man in my life that I will definitely be mentioning in my blog a lot is the future good dr Logan King.  To give you insight into the man that is Logan, he's very tall and manly and he likes smarmy music just like I do.  It's not everyday that you have a tall, redneckish, punk rockin, hard drinkin', and partying man like Logan who loves Dionne Warwick's "Heartbreaker", Bread, or Air Supply just as I do.  He's a good man and I'm proud to say one of my best friends.  He got me a great Christmas gift and I have to admit that it's one of my favorites.  He got me a mesh Erik Estrada cap.  Estrada is on the cap giving his all as ole Ponch from Chips.  I love that show so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110413247903204748?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110413247903204748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110413247903204748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413247903204748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413247903204748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/mr-logan-king-good-ole-ponch.html' title='Mr. Logan King &amp; Good Ole Ponch'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110413222493958035</id><published>2004-12-27T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:23:44.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived!!!</title><content type='html'>Well...I survived Anatomy &amp; Physiology I.  I got out with a "C".  I'm very happy with that, because I worked my ass off.  It feels so good to be out of class.  I'm actually excited about going back after the break. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110413222493958035?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110413222493958035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110413222493958035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413222493958035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413222493958035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-survived.html' title='I Survived!!!'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110413212609101145</id><published>2004-12-27T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:22:06.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In An Athens Way</title><content type='html'>After celebrating the anniversary of Big Gray &amp; The Wolfgang, Big Gray gave me my Xmas present which was Spider Man 2.  Spider Man 2 is so fucking awesome.  Afterwards, I told my theory to Lucas about Athens and how certain music, tv shows, and films are very Athensish and how cool crowd or basically townies congregate to certain music, tv shows, and films.  I used examples like Franz Ferdinand's "Take Me Out", "Freeks &amp; Geeks", and films like "Donnie Darko", "Gummo", and "Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind".  Big Gray got upset that I was making generalizations and we ended up arguing about it for nearly 20 minutes.  It was very interesting.  I dunno...what do think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110413212609101145?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110413212609101145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110413212609101145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413212609101145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413212609101145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-athens-way.html' title='In An Athens Way'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110413166976013008</id><published>2004-12-27T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:14:29.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats To Big Gray &amp; The Wolfgang</title><content type='html'>B.G. &amp; The Wolgang celebrated 2 years together on December 21 one day before my parents celebrated their 33 years together.  So, congratulations go out to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110413166976013008?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110413166976013008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110413166976013008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413166976013008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413166976013008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/congrats-to-big-gray-wolfgang.html' title='Congrats To Big Gray &amp; The Wolfgang'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110413142377875192</id><published>2004-12-27T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:10:23.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time (Clock Of The Heart)?</title><content type='html'>So, let me lay this on you.  A buddy of mine and I were talking about one of my favorite subjects, which is of course sex, and we have mutually decided that sex shouldn't take as long as some individuals try to make it to be.  I think that sex should be from foreplay to climax anywhere from 45 min to 1 1/2 hours.  After 1 1/2 hours, I think that it becomes boring.  Why make it so long?  There's only so much you can do.  Most of the problems lie with the males way of practicing and thinking.  First in terms of "practicing" or hell let's just say it masturbation guys try to practice in making things "last longer".  So, when they finally have sex (full on or oral), it takes a while for the guy to reach the breaking point.  I know several friends who have told me that it takes "some time" for them and guys if you're reading this let me tell you a girl and a gay guy can only take so much.  Hell...we get tired giving oral after a while.  Also, guys think too much in what they should do to someone sexually and how to do it and never really communicate with the other person as to when they're ready to get it over with.  I mean some guys just think that the other person involved really wants to go on forever and most of the time that's definitely not the case.  Don't try to make it a contest, which is what some guys try to do.  When it's time just go for it and live it moment and try not to think to much.  I guess that's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110413142377875192?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110413142377875192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110413142377875192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413142377875192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413142377875192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/time-clock-of-heart.html' title='Time (Clock Of The Heart)?'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110413078855369633</id><published>2004-12-27T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:59:48.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh...The Spirit Of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Man...the Christmas holidays are over.  I can't believe how fast the holiday came and went.  I can remember being a kid and it seemed like it would take forever for Christmas to come and now it's gone before I know it.  Before I get going I have to apologize for not blogging lately.  I'm a victim of procrastination which is just a fancy word for laziness.  I do have lots to address since it's been nearly a month since I've ranted and raved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to Christmas.  It pretty much went by without a hitch.  I did get a couple of cool gifts including The Star Wars Trilogy and of course gift cards.  I fucking love gift cards.  My future ex-husband (whom I can refer to as Jeremy now instead of Saucey...I mean can you believe it Jeremy said I can use his name...whatta man) and I had a "discussion" about gift cards in Kroger's while I was holding a bag of cat food in my hand.  I told him that he should get gift cards for his parents and he said that giving any type of gift card to anyone was totally insensitive.  The way I see it,  gift cards are awesome.  The person you're giving it to can pick out anything they want.  I mean when you give a person a gift that you picked out without have a good sense of who they are and what they want, they may hate and let's face it no one is going to tell you that they hate the gift that you gave them.  Unless, you're some type of ass.  My final word is that gift cards rule and should definitely be considered in terms of gift giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110413078855369633?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110413078855369633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110413078855369633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413078855369633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413078855369633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/ahhthe-spirit-of-christmas.html' title='Ahh...The Spirit Of Christmas'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110413283047446364</id><published>2004-12-26T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:33:50.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got The Eye</title><content type='html'>I went to pay my phone bill the other day and I got the eye from gasp...another gay guy and get this...he wasn't too bad looking.  I flirted with him via my eyes and smile and he did the same.  Too bad I didn't follow up.  It feels so good to be noticed sometimes, just a small gesture like that can make your day.  I wished that it would happen to me more often.  My future ex-husbands need to step up to the plate and make their negro biotch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110413283047446364?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110413283047446364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110413283047446364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413283047446364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110413283047446364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-got-eye.html' title='I Got The Eye'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110248933810629964</id><published>2004-12-08T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T23:02:18.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogs Are Coming...The Blogs Are Coming</title><content type='html'>I know it's been...some time since I've posted.  School is still kicking my ass, so I can't post everything that I want to right now, but it will be coming.  There's so much I have to say.  I've got to talk about my future ex-husbands, Christmas parties, Dr. K, porn, and of course I rant about the fact that Kayne West got 10 Grammy nominations.  What the hell is up with that?!?  More, will be coming...I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110248933810629964?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110248933810629964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110248933810629964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110248933810629964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110248933810629964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/12/blogs-are-comingthe-blogs-are-coming.html' title='The Blogs Are Coming...The Blogs Are Coming'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110153704900100037</id><published>2004-11-27T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:30:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring Up?</title><content type='html'>I saw a ruler the other day and I must admit that when I saw it, I wanted to see if I measured up.  What is it about measuring up that's so important to us men and women.  Let's face it size matters and guys we're always curious and obsessed about the size of our manhood because it's a big part (no pun intended) of who we are.  There are lots of women who say it doesn't matter and let's face it girls a lot of you are lying because I've talked to a lot of you concerning boys and you're on the lookout for big schlongs just as I am.  Size definitely matters to all of us.  So, going back to this measuring thing as a guy I can't help but be obsessed by it.  Even though I know how equipped I am, I still can't help but pick up that ruler and check it out to see if I'm bigger or hell even smaller.  I dunno...maybe I'm just paranoid...anyone wanna sound off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110153704900100037?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110153704900100037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110153704900100037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153704900100037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153704900100037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/measuring-up.html' title='Measuring Up?'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110153673264701341</id><published>2004-11-27T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:25:32.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masturbating ain't what it used to be...sorta</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up here in Greenville, MS.  I used to masturbate like a fiend.  I can remember the my first fond memory of the date with my right hand.  The movie we saw together in the privacy of my room was The Name Of The Rose.  Now, when I come home to visit the family, I have to do the deed before I leave the ATH because I just can't masturbate at home anymore.  It just doesn't feel right to masturbate at home.  It's so odd, that home was once your masturbation headquaters and then after you go away and come back, you just can't do it there anymore.  It just feels weird and dirty.  Ewww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110153673264701341?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110153673264701341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110153673264701341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153673264701341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153673264701341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/masturbating-aint-what-it-used-to.html' title='Masturbating ain&apos;t what it used to be...sorta'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110153652287885780</id><published>2004-11-27T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:22:02.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Wood, Thanksgiving, Family, &amp; Alexander</title><content type='html'>Well as Thanksgiving began to approach I started to get very nervous because I had to go to a family reunion which was taking place in New Orleans.  It was a family reunion on my Mom's side of the family.  My mom is one of 8 children and each one of her brothers and sisters have at least 2 kids each and all of them came down as well.  I was nervous to be all around them because I'm a bit of a loner (I'll get to that later) and none of them know about me being heterosexually challenged and pretty much all of my family is extremely homophobic.  The 2 aforementioned reasons is why I usually stay away from these things but my mom who really wanted me to attend and the attraction of shopping in New Orleans for some vinyl enhanced my potential to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I drive down 8 hours to meet up with everyone and the house is a buzz with everyone.  I have at least 20 1st cousins there ranging from ages 2-29.  It was so weird to see everyone.  They're all so loud and huge (I mean 200-300 lb huge-I thought I was fat), and they're all loud and GHETTO!!!  I get there and hang out with my mom a little bit and then I see a friendly face in my cousin Angela who is really right-on and we think at the same level.  So, I hang out with her and we decide to go see Alexander together because we appreciate Stone and we really wanted to see the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later on that night we go back to the hotel.  My parents got 2 rooms.  One room was for my sister, her boyfriend, and her little girl.  The other one was for me and my parents.  I must admit I felt very weird sharing a room with my parents.  I even felt weird getting ready for bed in front of them.  The worst part though was waking up the next morning.  My parents were already up and moving around and I had morning wood.  I mean...how in the hell do you hide morning wood from your parents.  If I was at home, I wouldn't have this problem, but morning wood?!?  Oh my god, it was terrifying.  After that, I was chatting it up with my dad about my niece his granddaughter and he was telling me what a loner she was and she's just recently turned 6 yrs old.  He was saying how she followed in his footsteps and that I've followed in his as well.  When he mentioned it, it did kinda make sense.  I am a sociable person, but sometimes I definitely like my alone time even when I'm in big social settings I do tend to get by myself.  It was just a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part hands down of the trip was my theatre experience of Alexander.  As I mentioned earlier my cousin Angela and I decided to go see Alexander.  She's really cool and I think if I were able to come out to anyone it would be to her.  So, Thanksgiving night we got to the theatre early because we knew how busy it was and we didn't want the tickets to Alexander to sell out.  Our showing was @ 9:45 pm.  We arrived @ 9 pm.  Our other cousins hadn't arrived yet, they had planned on seeing Seed Of Chucky (which isn't that great).  Angela and I started to see that all of the other movies were selling out.  She told me that she thought that everyone else would probably see Alexander with us because there would be nothing left.  I was scared of that because I knew the film had strong gay overtones and I knew that they wouldn't be mature enough to watch the film and accept it for what it was.  Surely enough, that's what happened.  Every thing else sold out, and all of my cousins had no choice but to watch Alexander.  So, before the movie, they all bought drinks because believe it or not you can buy alcolholic beverages at movie theatres in New Orleans before your movie starts.  So, Angela and I went in first and they all eventually surrounded us.  Everything was going O.K. until the gay content came up and they were disgusted by it and let everyone in the theatre know that they were disgusted.  They audibly voiced their disgust as the movie went on.  They made homophobic jokes throughout the rest of the film.  It was very uncomfortable experience.  My sister, who's the only one who knows about me, apologized profusely for their unruly behavoir.  She's so sweet, it wasn't even her fault.  The next morning when we all met up with the rest of the family, Alexander was the hot topic of the morning and everyone talked about homosexuality and just how horrible and wrong it was and how disgusting it was.  Everyone made jokes and laughed even more.  It was one of the few times that I felt pretty disgusted to be around my own family and I vow that if I can help it that I will never be around them ever again.  I will just surround myself with my mom, dad, sister, and niece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I envy those families who can be around one another and be open with each other.  Those families are still kinda fucked up in some way, but not as fucked up as mine.  Whew...that's a mouthful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110153652287885780?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110153652287885780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110153652287885780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153652287885780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153652287885780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/morning-wood-thanksgiving-family.html' title='Morning Wood, Thanksgiving, Family, &amp; Alexander'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110153423287928580</id><published>2004-11-26T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:43:52.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting &amp; Dissing...What Bullshit</title><content type='html'>OK...so I had a crush on this punk rocker that I've known on and off for about a year.  He moved into town nearly 2 months ago.  So, we see each other...flirt...make out a little.  OK...so these things only happen when he's drunk.  I never take push the situation in those instances because I make it a rule not to make out with someone when they're staggering drunk...it's just bad news.  So, finally when I catch him at a sober moment, I invite him over to dinner at my place with the sole intention of seducing him because he's hot.  So, he never calls me about dinner (no surprise there) and now he has a girlfriend.  When I see him in public now, everything is different he's kinds dissing me.  Man...another guy a victim of sexual confusion.  Which is kinda shitty for the both of us I guess....I would've really liked to make out with him because he has a huge schlong.  Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110153423287928580?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110153423287928580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110153423287928580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153423287928580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153423287928580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/flirting-dissingwhat-bullshit.html' title='Flirting &amp; Dissing...What Bullshit'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110153388924904693</id><published>2004-11-26T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:38:09.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Park</title><content type='html'>I had Mr. JK and the illustrious Mr. Ben "Makin The" Bacon, his last name is actually Makin but I just couldn't resist the rhyme since Ben Makin love was already taken,  over to watch Ken Park.  Ken Park was a film that was directed by Larry Clark &amp; Ed Lachman from a screenplay written by Harmony Korine.  It's a shocking movie that I felt had to be shared with others.  I invite a lot of people over to watch movies, but I limited this specific movie to just the 2 of them because of the rawness of it.  I was nervous about their perception of it, but they liked it.  I was glad... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110153388924904693?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110153388924904693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110153388924904693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153388924904693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153388924904693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/ken-park.html' title='Ken Park'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110153361277163780</id><published>2004-11-26T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:33:32.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Those Need A Man Blues...Again</title><content type='html'>Holy crap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite some time since I've seen a man naked...let alone make out with him.  I've been getting the hunkerin again.  As usual, I'm divided about what I want.  A part of me would really like to kinda date someone.  I would like to have dinner with someone, go out to a movie, go roller skating, bowling, etc.  Hell...it would even be better if he'd paid for all of it.  The other part of me just wants to get freaky with someone.  Sometimes, you just need a good freak...you know???  We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110153361277163780?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110153361277163780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110153361277163780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153361277163780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153361277163780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/ive-got-those-need-man-bluesagain.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Those Need A Man Blues...Again'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110153338468564837</id><published>2004-11-26T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:29:44.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future Ex Husbands</title><content type='html'>For those who read my last post and didn't understand what I meant about my future ex-husband...let me set the record straight.  I plan on getting married and divorced twice to two men who I have pretty big crushes on.  These men for future reference in no specific order will be referred to as Saucey (from that future band which will be on VH1's Top Twenty Video Countdown...Astra) and Beecher (who tosses it up at The Grit).  I don't know which one I'll marry first but the one who beds me first will get to put the ring on my finger.  Hell...if anyone else beats em to the punch I'll settle down.  We'll see...  You'll be hearing talk a lot about these boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110153338468564837?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110153338468564837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110153338468564837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153338468564837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153338468564837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-future-ex-husbands.html' title='My Future Ex Husbands'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110153310805477374</id><published>2004-11-26T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:25:08.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Mahogany's Right-On Super Soul Dance Party</title><content type='html'>Mr. JK , my pseudo heterosexual boyfriend-a title given to Mr. JK by Big Gray who I think is getting a little of jealous of Mr. JK, and I were hanging out at the glitzy Manhattan's one night earlier this month when he suggested that I should DJ a show at Wunderhaus which is bartended by one of the nicest guys in Athens...Knut.  So, after some gentle prodding from Mr. JK, I approached Knut about the idea and he was very supportive.  When a date was set and the time began to approach...I was so nervous about the whole thing.  I honestly didn't think I was going to make it.  I had 2 big tests that week and I was freaking out.  I had some people who flat out told me that they were skeptical and in so many words told me that they didn't think that it was going to work out.   Hearing that made me even more nervous.  I didn't have all the equiptment necessary and I was in shambles.  Big Gray, my pseudo heterosexual husband-and I must use that very loosely because his beautiful wife might make me eat vegetables or something if she reads this, was very "husbandly" and took care of what I needed in terms of what type of mixer I needed and setting up my sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came down to it.  Everything worked out perfectly.  A lot of people came out, danced, and had a great time.  Everyone loved the music, even the stuff they didn't know about.  I got to dance with some cute boys I have crushes on and I felt their crotches against me which was awesome.  Even my 1st future ex-husband Saucey took time from his uber successful band Astra (who doesn't sound like Wilco...too much) to say hello.  I was even asked by Knut to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to give special thanks to Big Gray for making it happen and last but definitely not least to Mr. JK for suggesting it in the first place.  It would not have happened without his urging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110153310805477374?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110153310805477374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110153310805477374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153310805477374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153310805477374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/dj-mahoganys-right-on-super-soul-dance_26.html' title='DJ Mahogany&apos;s Right-On Super Soul Dance Party'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110153225012656138</id><published>2004-11-26T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:10:50.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>I saw this movie finally for the first time a couple of weeks ago and it was so awesome.  I think it's one of the best films to really put the anatomy of a relationship on the table and examine it thoroughly.  Jim Carrey is awesome in it.  I didn't get all teary eyed though like some people say they did when they watched it, but I was thoroughly moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110153225012656138?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110153225012656138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110153225012656138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153225012656138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153225012656138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110153209136599556</id><published>2004-11-26T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:08:11.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is taking so long...</title><content type='html'>Hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's it been quite some time since my last posting.  I should be thoroughly spanked, but I've been quite a busy lad and I've got a lot to share.  There's been a lot going on lately both good and bad and I must share it with all of you.  So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110153209136599556?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110153209136599556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110153209136599556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153209136599556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110153209136599556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-hell-is-taking-so-long.html' title='What the hell is taking so long...'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110015093968584030</id><published>2004-11-11T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:28:59.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Quote That Shitty Ass Band Staind...It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>I haven't been reporting anything lately because there hasn't been much adventure in my life because of get this...studying.  The plethera of tests bestowed upon me began Tuesday of last week and ended Tuesday of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called out of work Wednesday in order to study.  The day I called out was the day that Bush won the election.  There were a lot of sad people that day.  A lot of my friends did begin to apologize to me about the gay marriage thing.  To be honest, I really didn't care.  I've never really cared about gay marriage.  I just can't think of marriage as being a good institution of anyone gay or straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't fathom spending the rest of my life with someone joined at the hip.  I mean once you get married...it becomes pretty boring.  I mean let's face it....it's a lot more fun when you're living separately and dating.  When you do that, it keeps excitement and mystery in a relationship.  I like that expectation of living day to day without any worries.  I think that's why so many relationships fail, because there's no excitement or mystery.  It really sickens me to see people marry so young or to be so consumed in a relationship that you lose your outside view on the world.  I dunno...Basically, the whole gay marriage thing...I'm definetely not upset with how it turned out.  I would've liked it pass for other people who believed in though.  I guess there's different strokes for different folks.  That's what makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110015093968584030?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110015093968584030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110015093968584030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110015093968584030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110015093968584030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-quote-that-shitty-ass-band.html' title='To Quote That Shitty Ass Band Staind...It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110015150422221514</id><published>2004-11-11T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:38:24.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Mahogany's Right-On Super Soul Dance Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>At the suggestion of one of my best friends, MR. JK, I asked a mutual friend of ours to let me DJ a soul show and he said yes.  I'm very excited and scared about this show.  I'm excited because I'll be able to play a lot of R &amp; B music that people don't know about.  I'm scared because sense a lot of stuff will be unknown that people won't dance and have a good time.  I feel that sometimes I try to walk against the wind so much that I'll never get anywhere and that the wind will pick me up turn me around so that I have to go in the direction that everyone else is walking.  That's how I'll feel about this show.  Athens and the people who hang out in downtown Athens are kinda hypocritical in a way that sometimes they strive to be different in terms of looks, where they hang out, what music they listen to, etc.  No matter how hard to try to go in the other direction, everyone eventually ends up working on the same page.  So, my goal is to not succomb to that and follow my heart.  I have Mr. JK to thank for getting me out of my shell and doing something fun.  He's a great friend.  Hopefully, everything will work out and people will have lots of fun when it's over and done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110015150422221514?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110015150422221514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110015150422221514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110015150422221514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110015150422221514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/dj-mahoganys-right-on-super-soul-dance.html' title='DJ Mahogany&apos;s Right-On Super Soul Dance Extravaganza'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-110015186584032775</id><published>2004-11-10T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:44:25.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean come on...who really wants to know</title><content type='html'>No matter how much you go to see a very close friend of yours play in a band or listen to their music...you just don't like the music they're playing.  Your friends always ask for your opinion after something has been accopmlished and they always want an immediate opinion to tell you to be "honest.".  I mean come on...what friend would tell another friend that their music sucked.  No one would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are we afraid to say what's really on our minds.  Who knows...I was just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-110015186584032775?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/110015186584032775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=110015186584032775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110015186584032775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/110015186584032775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-mean-come-onwho-really-wants-to-know.html' title='I mean come on...who really wants to know'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-109963475581561158</id><published>2004-11-05T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T22:05:55.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw A Naked Chick Tonight!!!</title><content type='html'>I just found out that one of my favorite movies of all time is finally coming to DVD.  Foul Play starring Chevy Chase &amp; Goldie Hawn is finding a home on DVD.  Foul Play was one of the movies HBO used to show all the time in the early 80s.  Big Gray can definitely back me up on the aforementioned point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm very excited to report that I've got a DJ gig @ Wonderhaus with the uber nice Knut on Thursday, November 18th.  It's going to be a lot of fun.  I'm very very nervouse though.  I really want to play good fun music and I want everyone to have a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much cool stuff going on this weekend and I can't to be a part of all of it because I have to study.  Mr. JK is hosting another chilli cookoff at his pad Friday and that is the event I'm really looking forward to the most.  Mr. JK can definitely throw an excellent party and I look forward to attending that cool shindig.  There's also a cool punk rock show that I'm gonna be in attendance on Saturday night.  Other than that...I'm gonna be quite the hermit attemping to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's it for now.  I'm about to teeter off.  Thanks for taking the time for tuning in to The Scrutinous Misadventures Of Reno Melons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-109963475581561158?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/109963475581561158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=109963475581561158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/109963475581561158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/109963475581561158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-saw-naked-chick-tonight.html' title='I Saw A Naked Chick Tonight!!!'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-109954653628804637</id><published>2004-11-04T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:35:36.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with smoking in this town?</title><content type='html'>OK...so why is it that everyone in this town smokes or feel the need to be cool by smoking.  I just don't get it.  I love seeing cute boys in this town, and nothing turns me off more than seeing some cute boy light up.  I mean EVERYONE in this town has to smoke.  I definitely would've gone for an all out smoking ban.  I mean come on...you don't want to make out with someone who's been smoking profusely.  It's just like your making out with an ashtray.  The very thought of that makes me gag.  Believe it not...I'm just doomed.  I'm gay and I must be one of 3 or 4 gay men...in the whole world that doesn't smoke.  I believe that 99.6%...(hmm...maybe I'm not exaggerating enough) or make that 99.8% of gay men smoke which makes it more difficult for me to find a gay man to make out with let alone have a relationship with. Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did I think about today?  It seems as if everyone had the election on their minds today.  I must admit that I was very upset about the results.  I personally think that the good ole USA is in for some darkness over the next 4 years.  It's not gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now...I'm pretty tired.  I've got my date waiting.  I wish you could meet it...my right hand.  We're gonna watch some porn together.  I will quite a night...lemme tell  ya.  Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-109954653628804637?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/109954653628804637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=109954653628804637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/109954653628804637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/109954653628804637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-is-it-with-smoking-in-this-town.html' title='What is it with smoking in this town?'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-109937446501336859</id><published>2004-11-02T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:47:45.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Waits Is A Saviour?</title><content type='html'>OK...who the hell declared that Tom Waits can be played in coffee shops while people are studying.  The only place Tom Waits should be played is in the restroom in order to get your bowels moving.  Hot Corner must have declared Tom Waits some kind of saviour because everytime I go there to study, his music is always blaring.  How can I study listening to crap like that.  I know that maybe I should bring my own stuff to listen to, but due to me constantly being financially embarassed...I can't afford a portable CD player.  So...my lesson for all of you my children is that Tom Waits is evil in every capacity possible.  Beware!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-109937446501336859?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/109937446501336859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=109937446501336859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/109937446501336859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/109937446501336859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/11/tom-waits-is-saviour.html' title='Tom Waits Is A Saviour?'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-109911512773205006</id><published>2004-10-30T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:45:27.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Horny...I Think</title><content type='html'>I had some great adventures tonight.  My industrious partner in some of my scrutinous adventures in Athens, Mr. JK, invited me on a "date" to hang out at Barnes &amp; Nobles to read magazines.  It was definitely a lot of fun.  Mr. JK to those who don't know is one of my best friends in Athens and much to my chagrin is straight because he would make a hell of a boyfriend.  We were hanging out at Barnes &amp; Nobles and sitting in a couple of chairs when Mr. JK went to seek out some other reading materials.  I was sitting down reading my usual entertainment goodness when a guy sat down next to me.  I guess he must have seen the issue of The Advocate lying on the table in front of me.  He was totally cruising me.  He was in his 40s and kinda creepy.  So, I hurriedly thumbed through my Premiere while he attempted to make small talk with me and I got up and left.  What is it about book stores and gay men?  It's just fucking uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on...I went to the mecca known as downtown Athens and got a chance to do some hanging out with MR. JK.  So, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pretty tired, so I can't go into the full rants and raves that I was planning on going through.  I mean there's lots of things I want to talk about like boys, relationships, being critized by  a friend of "pigeonholeing" his band, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lot more to come...when I'm not as tired.  So, keep checking in because Halloween is coming and I'm sure that I'll have a lot to talk about as the weekend progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-109911512773205006?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/109911512773205006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=109911512773205006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/109911512773205006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/109911512773205006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-hornyi-think.html' title='I&apos;m Horny...I Think'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894207.post-109884813300018213</id><published>2004-10-26T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T20:35:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Adventure Begin...</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to do one of these and now here's my chance.  I'll be posting hopefully everyday.  I'll just say what's on my mind and hopefully you'll like following in the misadventures I partake in called everyday life.  I'm going to be brutally honest in almost everything I say, so it's definitely going to be quite a bumpy ride.  So...come along with me and it will be...something.  I dunno what, but something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894207-109884813300018213?l=renomelons1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/feeds/109884813300018213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894207&amp;postID=109884813300018213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/109884813300018213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894207/posts/default/109884813300018213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renomelons1.blogspot.com/2004/10/let-adventure-begin.html' title='Let The Adventure Begin...'/><author><name>Reno Melons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14689410288647678827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
