Trivial stuff, a beating, and an observation of behavior.

I uploaded my first video to Youtube. I feel like part of the real online world now. Not that the video is particularly exciting, I just wanted to show my coworker Michelle the Create-a-Character that I made using Soul Calibur IV. It does mean that I now have some new equipment for capturing game play, which is perhaps more interesting. Yes, as a testament to my sadness, as soon as I get a laptop capable of editing with Final Cut Pro (which will be next week) I'm going to be doing some video podcasts called Bears in Gaming. Looking at the bear models you can create with say, Soul Calibur IV and Saints Row 2, as well as the gay lifestyles you can lead in Fable 2. Oh, and a short episode comparing Final Fight to the work of Tom of Finland. Could be interesting. I could get shit. Most likely, no one will care. We shall see!

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Last night I was walking home from work, via the lousy supermarket on Davie Street, and I saw an old man screaming for help while getting the shit kicked out of him. I ran up to help, and as I did, the man doing the attacking was being pulled off of the old guy by what turned out to be his wife. He yelled something along the lines of "That's what you get for calling my wife a whore!" and the old man stood up, his head was bleeding. I took down the plate of the car the guy got into, and called the cops.

And no one else was doing anything but watching of course.

The old guy was yelling. He was very belligerent. Another older man tried to help him up and he yelled "Get off of me!" to him.

I get anxiety all the time from little things but man, the feeling in my gut while I running up to the old guy was nasty. And while I did get the info to the cops, it also made me remember how, on that very same block three years earlier, a guy made a gay slur about the man I was out on a date with and I did have the urge to pull him out to the middle of the street and beat him. I felt very emasculated that I didn't. Maybe I'm hypocritical calling the cops. I don't know.

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Here's something I feel I should write down, and it's not to gossip about the guy, but just because it's a strange slice of human behavior.

I met this man many years ago going out to a Christmas party with my coworkers when I worked at a bookstore. He was a bouncer at a gay bar, and I remember distinctly flirting with him a little as I left. I didn't think of him again.

Two years after that, I was at a different dance bar on New Year's Eve. This guy kept grabbing me, a small, very drunk man, he kept trying to pull me close to him. I wasn't interested in that, but he kept grabbing. I pushed him off and walked away, and then another man came up and said that he was about ready to punch the previous one for harassing me. He was big, broad, and very handsome. I started talking to him, and it was nice. He was hyper and dancing, but in between his dances, we talked some, and arranged to meet up again to see a movie.

We did, and nothing happened other than watching Maid in Manhattan. I don't know why nothing happened, he was cute. I think I was still rebounding from a breakup earlier. I met up with him again the next summer because he wanted to work out with me, and we did that a couple of times. By this time I was living in Denver, and only returned home a few times a year. I tried to meet up with him again, only to leave a message with a roommate who evidently never gave it to this man. I'd also left a voice mail message.

He'd sent me a few short emails apologizing for missing my calls while I was back home, after I'd returned. I tried to meet up with him on my next trip down, and again, he didn't return my call, so I just gave up.

A few more years go by, and I am walking down a street downtown. This guy runs out of the restaurant he was in, and gives me his business card. "I'm so glad to see you, we really need to have dinner this weekend!" he said, and gave me a long hug. He apologized for not keeping contact, before returning to the restaurant. I call him, and we arrange to have dinner that Saturday. It's actually a long drive for me to get down there to see him, about two hours, but I do it. I call him, and he says that his friends came over and that he'd be a little while. I wait at a coffee shop for him, and he does not call back.

At this point, I am puzzled by his behavior. The man ran out of a restaurant in the middle of winter to arrange this dinner. I discuss it with a friend the next night, and we are both unable to figure out this guy, and his strange motivations.

A year and a half later, he tells me that he is going to in two months Vancouver and wants to meet up. He throws out some ideas of me showing him the city, taking in a few dinners, etcetera. I say sure, for the hell of it. I admit to agreeing to the dinner that last time just out of sheer curiosity as to whether or not he'd show up, so I wasn't all that bent about it. He follows this up with a message every couple of weeks keeping me posted on his trip. He sends me a text message saying how much he's looking forward to seeing me, and that he will be in town on the following Wednesday. That Wednesday, he sends a text message wondering if I am free for dinner the next night. I say yes, and then the next day, I ask when he was thinking of meeting for dinner, and he says that he only has an hour and a half for it, and that three of his friends are going to join us. As fun as that would be, I politely decline, suggesting that we reschedule to have dinner one on one. Then he writes back that he's actually very busy this weekend and probably won't have time for that.

Needless to say, he never contacted me again.

So, my final thought on the matter is this: did he have some sort of brain tumor?