I never would guessed, but for some reason, when Disney made a soap opera, I changed my personal rule about never watching them. Now, don’t get me wrong; I’m a dude. But there’s just something about this show.
Concerning watching ALL episodes, I’m going to have to agree with whomever started this thread that yeah, you do kinda have to watch them all, and in order. I was lucky enough to have friends with the Season One DVDs. We enjoyed watching them together so much, we bought Season Two, then learned that a handful of recent episodes were available online, so we could start watching Season Three.
If David Blue doesn’t come back as Marc’s boyfriend, I’m going to have to write a letter. I know he only had a contract for three episodes, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t get another one! I just KNOW that there will be some throw-away line, giving us a frivelous reason why they broke up, and we’ll never see him again, but until then… I’m holdin’ out for Big Blue.
MichaelOttinger's Life List
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1. get married
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2. have better posture
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3. tell someone I really love them
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4. go camping more
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5. Marry the love of my life.
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6. become a hippie
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7. lead someone to Christ
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8. Read all the books in my "must read" pile
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9. become an urban explorer
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10. streak
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11. send a postcard to Post Secret
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12. pray more
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13. finish my film
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14. Live in a tiny apartment in the middle of a big city
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15. adopt a child
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16. dye my hair red.
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17. Learn American Sign Language
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18. go on a road trip with no predetermined destination
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19. see the northern lights
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20. Drive across the USA
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21. Go to a Play in NYC
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22. Buy a House
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23. floss
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24. find a church
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25. Explore the USA
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26. Design and build my own house
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27. start a family
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28. have more friends
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29. Take more pictures of my life
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30. grow my hair long
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31. find a new apartment
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32. fall in love with the right person
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33. visit Hong Kong Disneyland
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How I did it: I was working at Disney when my friend Susan (Chinese) suggested that I teach English in China. So I said okay. First I finished school, though. That took a year. It's really not very difficult to do, at all. The only problem is finding a school that's actually fair. But the Chinese are pretty dirty people, and I don't really think that this experience has moved me much one way or the other. I'm a… Read how I did it…
How I did it: Slowly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Read how I did it…
So there I was, a 10-year-old boy, forced to go to the Profits in the mall with my mother. She’d purchased a dress shirt for me and had just rung it up. While she was talking to the male sales representative, I carefully watched the male clerk fold my shirt. He’d clearly done it a thousand times, and there was just something about him. When I got home, I carefully unfolded the shirt and then refolded it—careful to do it exactly the way I had seen. I couldn’t. It took a while, and I worked and worked. Finally I got it pretty much the same way I’d seen that notable clerk do it. Ever since then, for years, every time I folded a shirt, I would spend the extra time to try to get it just right. To get it to look the way dress shirts do when an employee refolds them in a store. It wasn’t that the clerk was particularly attractive; at 10 I hadn’t even known what “attractive” meant. But I did know that he had something I wanted. Some kind of confidence.
Years later, after coming out, I found myself packing to move down to Disney to work at MGM (now Disney’s Hollywood Studios). Life was really taking off, and I was proud of where I was. I’d put the computer in the car, and packed up all my audio tapes as I was the only person left in Tennessee who did not have an in-car CD player, knowing they were a fad and would soon be replaced by in-car MP3 players. Still in my room, I’d just taken a load of laundry upstairs and set it beside my suitcase. I first packed the socks, then held up a shirt and looked at it.
I stood there, going through the maneuver in my mind. Face down. Even it all out. Have to get it perfect. Arms folded across the back. Each side folded to meet in the middle. Fold into thirds from bottom to top. I thought about the clerk. I thought about how, in one way or another, I’d tried to be him for the last 13 years of my life. The stability. The humble refinement. His practiced professionalism. Then, still holding the shirt, my own life came into view. Mexico. China. College. Disney World.
I looked at the shirt. I looked at the laundry basket. Then I dumped the basket into my luggage, wadded it all up, and with a zip, I was off.
Similar enough not to feel foreign. Different enough to make all the difference.



