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April 2011


my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal


If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com

Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.


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what am I doing here

Did I ever mention that I bought an iPod? It's an iPod Classic. I got it a while ago. When I first plugged it into my PowerBook I somehow managed to wipe out all nine hundred and eleventy twelve of my mp3s. After a lot of cussing, I read the instructions.

Anyway, cut to the gym today when I realized that I could hear someone counting their reps in an extremely annoying tone of voice. I turned off my iPod and listened. Nothing. Then I realized it had been me. Oops. I was using my "manny" voice without realizing. Whenever I make bottles of formula I entertain Hanley by counting scoops of formula, ounces of water, bottles, and narrate everything I'm doing. "I need twenty-four ounces of water. Isn't that fascinating? I'm pouring the water! One, two, four..." and on and on.

Now, because I'm so used to doing it, when I'm home, I narrate everything I'm doing to Rex and talk to him as if he's a six month old. "Hey, Rex! What are you doing? Is that fun? Can you clap your paws?" Wait a minute...

Sometimes when I'm holding Rex in my lap and we're watching TV, I'll unconsciously start patting his back and bouncing him in my lap.