Let's not kid ourselves: the guy is good-looking.
Is it his body? His face? His personality? Well, it's not his face... come on! He's not bad-looking in the face or anything, but he kinda resembles Mr. Potato-Head: the flappy ears, the big nose, all those teeth? I cannot be alone here! Kinda, he really does.
So, my neighbor came up and we were hanging out and doing shots of some really good vodka [commercial link deleted] and he said that he'd heard that Vin Deisel was gay. So I said, "Aw, they always say that stuff about good-looking guys who make it big -- especially if that guy happens to be about their age..." So he says, "No, man. He said it on like ET or E!, or one of those things -- I remember seeing it!" So I said, "..."
"Really?"
Because I remember seeing a piece on ET, years ago, where a very popular actor admitted to being gay. Then, a year or so back, he was on Celebrity Poker Showdown, showing photos of his recent wedding to an extremely hot young lady.
So I laugh and extol the virtues of this thing what is the Internet, and we go a-Googlin. And quickly come to the conclusion that the story may have been buried.
Is Vin Diesel gay?
The world may never know.
Did he, in fact, admit to being gay on a really shitty TV show or network? We may never know.
But I do know this:
Surfing to find this out, I came across this site: A Socialite's Life. And I got to thinking, "Whoa!" (this is how I think) "That looks like Nicole's old scarf!"
Nic[h]ole was a former blogger, around about 2000 or so, who ran a site called DesperateHousewife.com. Great site -- great site!
Spank-o-vision. This chick was all about saying things and talking, right? But she wouldn't show her face.
All her pics were of her lips, or her eye, or a foot. Silly stuff like that.
She had a calendar what told the days she'd posted -- about shopping for shoes in the nearby town, about how she organized her shoes in her closet, about how she wore shoes, about how the guy to whom she was betrothed refused to buy her shoes...
Alright, I don't know what it was about, but I do know this: I was so in love with this site. Or maybe just the idea of being in love with a site -- I'm no doctor. Whatever it was, DesperateHousewife had this jene sai quois [sp?] what set it apart from the glut of "I got up today and pooped. My doctor says I should keep a journal of my poop in case I get colon cancer, so this is my journal," blogs what clogged the Web back then.
Honestly? I think I just wanted to sleep with her.
Sleep with her until her brains came out.
Honestly.
And I don't know why. I never once got to see what she actually looked like and I don't give a damn about shoes, or where you buy them, or why. I never even spoke to her or sent her a Comment! But I spent hours on her site, clicking on every little boldfaced number on her calendar.
We put shelves in her kitchen and shopped for shoes. She had a boyfriend who only visited once in a while and before he came, we shopped for shoes. Sometimes, between shopping for shoes, we flipped through the catalogues and looked at shoes we were going to go shop for. It was what it was: sad, I'll grant you. But...
It was just the way she blogged. Maybe it was because it was so doldrums-personal, so everyday nothing. Maybe it was because she was afraid to show her face. Maybe it was because I am a nerd with no social life. I really don't know, but I know that when I came across this site, I instantly thought of DesperateHousewife.com, and right on the heels of that, I thought, "Wow! She made such an indelible impression on me that even though the site is gone and no one else knows it was even there, I remember almost everything I ever read there!"
This is what blogging is all about.
I knew this update would
I knew this update would happen :-)
Hahaha!
Yes, we were drinking and I didn't want to forget to make the post, but I had to come back and finish it later. We were being silly and talking dirty and I didn't mean for all that to come through, but I knew if I didn't jot it down while we were talking about, I'd never remember the thrust of the post.
I think it's really great that I never knew this person, never Commented on her blog, never even saw a picture of her!, but she made such an indelible impression on me that, some 6 years later, I see a totally different website and recognize a lot of the same qualities.
That's how I want to blog: I want for people to be able to recognize my style and tone, even if I'm writing about something completely different. Even if they have no idea that it's actually me doing it.
Is this the same Nicole that did the DesperateHousewife.Com blog years ago? I've no idea, but it's a real testament to how great she was that I had developed some sort of cybercrush on her and still recall most everything of hers I'd read. And none of it was memorable for what it talked about, just how she talked about it!
Sorry...
We'd been drinking and I didn't mean for the first pass to take the phrase "rough" draft quite so literally... heh. I'll try not to let it happen again. If I'd been thinking, I would have drafted it in PFF. Still getting in the habit of using that, but I love the program.
I was OK with your first
I was OK with your first version. I hear nobody complain. But still it was a wise decision to polish that chunk of 'rought' text to a less X version. The art is to say things without saying them :-)
this post
This post scared me, anyways, since I love Vin Diesel. I mean, good looking guy, action move star, and Dungeons and Dragons fanatic? He's a interesting one. :)
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