That just crossed my mind this morning when I decided to change my bed sheets and this hairball fell to the floor.
Gee, it's pretty dried up. I wonder how long I've been sleeping with that thing?
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Living With Cats
Allergies aside, I have a hard time understanding why some people would never consider owning a cat, or having them in the house.
That just crossed my mind this morning when I decided to change my bed sheets and this hairball fell to the floor.
Gee, it's pretty dried up. I wonder how long I've been sleeping with that thing?
That just crossed my mind this morning when I decided to change my bed sheets and this hairball fell to the floor.
Gee, it's pretty dried up. I wonder how long I've been sleeping with that thing?
Friday, April 24, 2009
Friday Pussy Blog: Birthday Edition
Witchay Woman sent me a photo of Gidget stalking an unseen green anole. Something I have to always be watching out for here at kona ranch.
Something from the archives of a few years back... Samantha exercising some control over Sissy.
God, that floor was hideous!
God, that floor was hideous!
And Tater Tot being absolutely PERFECT for my birthday. He didn't vomit all day!
And he was exercising some control over txrad's foot.
And he was exercising some control over txrad's foot.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
How I Spent My 49th Birthday
A number of people have asked for more details on my desire to spend almost my entire birthday in a federal court room.
For the past four years or so, we have had a neighbor behind us, but one lot over, who has been an extreme nuisance. I knew there was a woman living there when we moved here 11 years ago but a guy showed up on the scene about 4-5 years ago and was living there. That was the start of a downward spiral which, we are hoping, ended yesterday for good.
After he moved in, their property appearance began to deteriorate. Because I can't really see their property except for a garage door from my back patio, I really didn't know what was going on until I walked around the block a few years ago. It was as if their house was a giant magnet for any metal objects drifting through the city: old cars, old bicycles, scrap metal, etc. It was really more than the eye could behold in a quick glance.
I was never brave enough to walk over there and take decent pictures from the street, but I did find a poor quality "street scene" using maps from a well-known technology behemoth, and I managed to improve the picture quality slightly to give you a very rough idea. Trust me when I say it's far worse if you could have seen it live, and these photos could be 3 years old.
Notice the car hauler. Very convenient for bringing in more non-functional vehicles to the front yard! Assuming that wasn't also a non-functioning piece of junk itself!
It was always a work in progress. The guy built a treehouse in the front yard and tried to create various sculptures around the mail box. It is no exaggeration whatsoever to describe it as a junkyard.
Then the music began to creep in. As most of you know, I have no issues with music. Hell, I live for it! Always have. But when it comes to another person's choices in music being played outside at a loud volume for hours at a time, that tends to take a toll on my patience.
It started with a radio and a few CDs while he was working in the yard -- i.e. rearranging junk or adding to the junk. On rare occasions I'd hear country music; most of the time it was rock or rap, and Eminem comes to mind.
Then JF (I'm using his initials instead of referring to him as the "guy") acquired a set of drums and it was obvious he'd never had a lesson a day in his life. Instead of practicing IN the house as most normal people would do, he set this up outside and/or in the garage depending on the weather. As if that wasn't irritating enough, the amplifier came along so that more of the neighborhood could hear his free concerts. Little did I know at the time, this was likely his very thought!
By this time I was rather certain he had to be doing drugs. First, he didn't appear to have any visible means of support as in employment. He was home most of the time, and when he was home he was playing. Soon, a friend or two started showing up and there were other instruments in the mix. The "band" was in development! And the noise was hideous. While junk was being sucked in, talent seemed to be on the run.
No hour of the day or night was off-limits. The drums could be heard in pre-dawn darkness and it might extend off and on throughout the day and into the evening. There was also a perceptible ebb and flow of energy and enthusiasm and I was finally able to pinpoint when the methamphetamine was kicking in. I didn't have visible proof of drug use, but after years of hearing a neighbor it's not hard to arrive at that conclusion.
We had lived here over 10 years without having any contact with any of our neighbors. And I'm fine with that. I live a private life and this being Texas, I never felt compelled to go around the neighborhood saying "Hi, we're you're Queer neighbors." That was particularly true in the first few years when it was technically illegal in this state for my partner and I to make love.
Then last August something very odd happened. I was sitting here at my desk, probably doing what I'm doing right now, when txrad came in to announce with some excitement, "Come here! There are goats on our patio!"
He was not hallucinating. We finally met our next-door neighbors when they came over to retrieve the goats and needless to say, the conversation turned to JF who lived directly behind these neighbors. All of my suspicions were confirmed and a whole lot more.
We learned that JF had married the woman who lived rather quietly in the house before he came on the scene, and that he was considerably younger than her. This is particularly funny because I really hadn't seen JF up close and when I would walk or drive by his house I avoided eye contact if he happened to be in the yard. Because of his behavior, I was under the assumption he was in his early 20s. It wasn't until yesterday that I learned he was 49 years old.
It was also confirmed by our neighbor that he was a psychopath, a criminal, and a drug user. He was also an informant for the sheriff's department in our fair and liberal oasis in central Texas, which is why they wouldn't lay a finger on him. In fact, they had done all they could to clear his criminal records.
Between August and the end of 2008, armed with much more information on JF and his history, I began paying closer attention to his activities which were getting increasingly distressing to me, not that the prior four years hadn't taken a toll on my psyche. To this day when I hear any kind of noise outside while sitting at my desk, I find it jarring. Even as I'm typing this, I hear an occasional thump-thump-thump from street construction going on nearby, and it gives me the heebie-jeebies. My mind always leaps to the conclusion that JF is baaack.
Deep in my heart I had -- dare I use this word as an atheist -- prayed (in some sense) that he and his wife would lose the house. It was inconceivable to me they would move out voluntarily, and I could not understand how they had the money to even pay the annual property taxes. In fact, for most of these years I wasn't even aware there was a wife over there. I just assumed it was JF having one long continuous drug-fueled party.
Around the time of the presidential election we found a letter in our mailbox which was addressed to our goat-owning neighbors. I walked it over there and had another very long chat with the neighbor concerning politics, Obama, and yes, JF. There were more developments. JF had been picked up on a weapons charge and if convicted, would serve time in a federal prison.
I asked about the goats, as I hadn't heard them in awhile, and I was told some heartbreaking news. Thanks to a hole in the fence separating JF's yard from the goats, JF's pit bulls came through and killed the goats. I was sickened.
Shortly thereafter, my prayers/dreams, whatever you want to call it, came true. The wife, having gotten several loans against her house to pay JF's legal fees and suddenly was facing a foreclosure. By January the house was vacant, the yard had been cleaned up, and I wrongly assumed I'd never have to be within earshot of JF again. Alas, this is the problem with assumptions.
On April 15, after more than four months of neighborly silence, I received a private Facebook message from our neighbor next door concerning JF. She started by saying "I have some disturbing news regarding JF."
My heart was already thumping. She explained that due to his lack of "official" criminal activity recently, thanks largely to our efficient sheriff's department, JF would probably not face more than 30-37 months on the federal weapons charge -- a considerably lighter sentence than he would otherwise receive.
She went on to say that JF's wife had moved back into our neighborhood and was renting a house one block over from us. Alarm bells were now going off in my head.
The sentencing hearing was schedule for April 22 at 9:00 AM. Great! My birthday. And she asked me if txrad and I would please go to the hearing with them. She had previously told me about the experience when she and her partner testified at the trial and it was not fun. But I mulled this over and decided I'd go. It was an agonizing and stressful week but by Tuesday evening I was actually rather excited, although at least 75% of my excitement was due to the fact that all this would soon be over!
At 8:06 AM, txrad and I were in the car heading to the downtown court house for the 9 AM sentencing hearing. We arrived shortly before 9 and met up with our neighbors. Many of our neighbors were unwilling to attend out of fear. One couple from our neighborhood was at the court house yesterday morning but were unable to stay throughout the afternoon until the actual sentencing took place. Thankfully, a number of them who did not attend were willing to write a letter to the judge explaining their experiences.
After sitting through two hours of a sentencing involving a young woman from Mexico with a heroin conviction, we learned there were about 6 or 7 more cases ahead of us before we'd get to the JF sentencing. The agony would be prolonged.
txrad and I came home, had lunch, and I did a bit of office work before we headed back downtown just before 2 PM. It was well after 3 PM when the JF sentencing hearing began. And oh my, it was worth the wait!
JF and his lawyer spoke first to the judge and although I had been given a preview of what they were going to say in his defense, to hear it coming from JF and his attorney just made my blood start to boil.
JF was made out to be an asset to the community, a guy who has aided law enforcement "for free" for years, and helped rid our streets of drugs and bad guys. When the issue of the junkyard came up, his claim was that he filled his yard with old bicycles, go-karts, and other trash to attract teenagers and thus be in a position to help them with their lives because, as he put it, he really cares about the kids. (This would be a recurring theme in his own personal statements to the judge.)
At this point I was mentally arranging letters of the alphabet in my head: B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T.
One of my neighbors had already asked me if I was going to make a statement to the judge and I told her I didn't think I would. Suddenly I was having a change of heart.
Then JF's wife went to make her statement. This is where things really bordered on the surreal. As tears welled up in her eyes, she explained to the judge how ridiculous these charges were, reiterating what an asset he was to the community and then turning to point at us nasty neighbors, adding that she could not understand why these neighbors are trying to tear him down. I am paraphrasing because I was not taking notes, but this is a very close approximation of what she said.
And then she went on with her tirade and said he was such an asset that he had managed to rid a nearby street of Satan worshippers, then she had to stop due to excessive crying. It was at precisely this point where I had a revelation. JF, who had already struck me as being very Charles Manson-esque, had such a grip on this woman that she had become as deranged and delusional as he was. I could not help but wonder if the judge was thinking the same.
Next up to speak before the judge were our two neighbors who brought up a variety of excellent points involving the amount of filth and trash in the yard, the number of dumpsters required to haul it off and the resulting rodent problems. And the issue of the pygmy goats.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I approached the judge. My thoughts had blurred into a nebulous train wreck and I was so nervous I wasn't sure if I could squeeze a word out of my mouth. I could feel the eyes of JF and his wife burning into my back as I told the judge my name. I explained that I had worked from my home for 4 of the past 5 years and therefore had spent a lot of time observing and hearing all the activity from JF's property. I mentioned the "music" and that no hours were safe from the onslaught, and that on occasion it was so loud it would rattle my windows and reverberate through my house. Between the music and other "disturbances" it was driving me crazy.
I very truthfully informed the judge that there were many times when I was so frustrated I simply wanted to put my house on the market and move, but that any open house put on by the realtor would have come with an unwanted band. I concluded by saying if JF ever returns to our neighborhood, I feel I would have no choice but to move away. I said "thank you" and returned to my uncomfortable wooden court room bench, catching the swollen red eyes of JF's wife in the process.
JF and lawyer again approached the judge for their rebuttal. Now that I had mentioned the music issue JF felt compelled to explain that it was his intention to create a Christian rock band -- again, to help set all the corrupted teenagers who might pass by on a path to righteousness. Good grief, I was so embarrassed. Of course that was their intention. It was at that point I remembered JF and his bandmates screaming the word "faggot" into a microphone. Pardon my error.
The judge was now ready to render a good and fairass-whuppin' sentence to our fine upstanding asset to the community. He took his sweet time about it, bringing up a multitude of prior convictions....driving with license suspended, violation of a protective order, theft, evading arrest, escaping from custody, driving with license suspended, unauthorized use of a vehicle, criminal trespass, assault/family violence, driving with license suspended, theft, driving with license suspended, (see any kind of trends here?) trespass of a habitation, possession of meth with intent to distribute. But hey, he was doing it for the sake of "the kids."
JF, turns out, has been in jail about 50 times, but NEVER, as strange as it seems given his history, been sentenced and sent to a federal facility until yesterday.
The judge, in an amazing understatement, said to JF, "You obviously have a disrespect for the law." And if I recall correctly he added something along the lines of, "...and a sense you are above the law."
After giving JF a verbal reaming, in a polite judge sorta way, he then proceeded to sentence JF, not to the "advisory sentencing guideline" for criminal possession of a firearm in the 33-37 month range, but to 60 months! Five years in a house he will not be allowed to trash.
As the prosecutor told me, it's rare for a judge to deviate upward from the established sentencing guidelines, and without a doubt she feels our presence and desire to speak out as neighbors helped cement the deal which puts this man out of our midst for five years, and on probation for three more, during which time he cannot touch drugs or alcohol without being returned to prison.
But remember, he's "tender-hearted," per his wife's testimony. My favorite mug shot is the 3rd row down, 5th photo over. No doubt he had just wrapped up a Jesus Loves You seminar with some area youngsters before being apprehended.
If you think this is frightening, be thankful you didn't have to hear him speak in his defense. At least he's gone; I feel safer in that regard. I find it disturbing that his wife, who clearly drinks from the same well of contaminants, is a block over from us. We'll all have to watch our backs.
All that aside, this was the best and most uniquely memorable birthday I have ever experienced. My neighbors and I were a part of justice being served.
For the past four years or so, we have had a neighbor behind us, but one lot over, who has been an extreme nuisance. I knew there was a woman living there when we moved here 11 years ago but a guy showed up on the scene about 4-5 years ago and was living there. That was the start of a downward spiral which, we are hoping, ended yesterday for good.
After he moved in, their property appearance began to deteriorate. Because I can't really see their property except for a garage door from my back patio, I really didn't know what was going on until I walked around the block a few years ago. It was as if their house was a giant magnet for any metal objects drifting through the city: old cars, old bicycles, scrap metal, etc. It was really more than the eye could behold in a quick glance.
I was never brave enough to walk over there and take decent pictures from the street, but I did find a poor quality "street scene" using maps from a well-known technology behemoth, and I managed to improve the picture quality slightly to give you a very rough idea. Trust me when I say it's far worse if you could have seen it live, and these photos could be 3 years old.
Notice the car hauler. Very convenient for bringing in more non-functional vehicles to the front yard! Assuming that wasn't also a non-functioning piece of junk itself!
It was always a work in progress. The guy built a treehouse in the front yard and tried to create various sculptures around the mail box. It is no exaggeration whatsoever to describe it as a junkyard.
Then the music began to creep in. As most of you know, I have no issues with music. Hell, I live for it! Always have. But when it comes to another person's choices in music being played outside at a loud volume for hours at a time, that tends to take a toll on my patience.
It started with a radio and a few CDs while he was working in the yard -- i.e. rearranging junk or adding to the junk. On rare occasions I'd hear country music; most of the time it was rock or rap, and Eminem comes to mind.
Then JF (I'm using his initials instead of referring to him as the "guy") acquired a set of drums and it was obvious he'd never had a lesson a day in his life. Instead of practicing IN the house as most normal people would do, he set this up outside and/or in the garage depending on the weather. As if that wasn't irritating enough, the amplifier came along so that more of the neighborhood could hear his free concerts. Little did I know at the time, this was likely his very thought!
By this time I was rather certain he had to be doing drugs. First, he didn't appear to have any visible means of support as in employment. He was home most of the time, and when he was home he was playing. Soon, a friend or two started showing up and there were other instruments in the mix. The "band" was in development! And the noise was hideous. While junk was being sucked in, talent seemed to be on the run.
No hour of the day or night was off-limits. The drums could be heard in pre-dawn darkness and it might extend off and on throughout the day and into the evening. There was also a perceptible ebb and flow of energy and enthusiasm and I was finally able to pinpoint when the methamphetamine was kicking in. I didn't have visible proof of drug use, but after years of hearing a neighbor it's not hard to arrive at that conclusion.
We had lived here over 10 years without having any contact with any of our neighbors. And I'm fine with that. I live a private life and this being Texas, I never felt compelled to go around the neighborhood saying "Hi, we're you're Queer neighbors." That was particularly true in the first few years when it was technically illegal in this state for my partner and I to make love.
Then last August something very odd happened. I was sitting here at my desk, probably doing what I'm doing right now, when txrad came in to announce with some excitement, "Come here! There are goats on our patio!"
He was not hallucinating. We finally met our next-door neighbors when they came over to retrieve the goats and needless to say, the conversation turned to JF who lived directly behind these neighbors. All of my suspicions were confirmed and a whole lot more.
We learned that JF had married the woman who lived rather quietly in the house before he came on the scene, and that he was considerably younger than her. This is particularly funny because I really hadn't seen JF up close and when I would walk or drive by his house I avoided eye contact if he happened to be in the yard. Because of his behavior, I was under the assumption he was in his early 20s. It wasn't until yesterday that I learned he was 49 years old.
It was also confirmed by our neighbor that he was a psychopath, a criminal, and a drug user. He was also an informant for the sheriff's department in our fair and liberal oasis in central Texas, which is why they wouldn't lay a finger on him. In fact, they had done all they could to clear his criminal records.
Between August and the end of 2008, armed with much more information on JF and his history, I began paying closer attention to his activities which were getting increasingly distressing to me, not that the prior four years hadn't taken a toll on my psyche. To this day when I hear any kind of noise outside while sitting at my desk, I find it jarring. Even as I'm typing this, I hear an occasional thump-thump-thump from street construction going on nearby, and it gives me the heebie-jeebies. My mind always leaps to the conclusion that JF is baaack.
Deep in my heart I had -- dare I use this word as an atheist -- prayed (in some sense) that he and his wife would lose the house. It was inconceivable to me they would move out voluntarily, and I could not understand how they had the money to even pay the annual property taxes. In fact, for most of these years I wasn't even aware there was a wife over there. I just assumed it was JF having one long continuous drug-fueled party.
Around the time of the presidential election we found a letter in our mailbox which was addressed to our goat-owning neighbors. I walked it over there and had another very long chat with the neighbor concerning politics, Obama, and yes, JF. There were more developments. JF had been picked up on a weapons charge and if convicted, would serve time in a federal prison.
I asked about the goats, as I hadn't heard them in awhile, and I was told some heartbreaking news. Thanks to a hole in the fence separating JF's yard from the goats, JF's pit bulls came through and killed the goats. I was sickened.
Shortly thereafter, my prayers/dreams, whatever you want to call it, came true. The wife, having gotten several loans against her house to pay JF's legal fees and suddenly was facing a foreclosure. By January the house was vacant, the yard had been cleaned up, and I wrongly assumed I'd never have to be within earshot of JF again. Alas, this is the problem with assumptions.
On April 15, after more than four months of neighborly silence, I received a private Facebook message from our neighbor next door concerning JF. She started by saying "I have some disturbing news regarding JF."
My heart was already thumping. She explained that due to his lack of "official" criminal activity recently, thanks largely to our efficient sheriff's department, JF would probably not face more than 30-37 months on the federal weapons charge -- a considerably lighter sentence than he would otherwise receive.
She went on to say that JF's wife had moved back into our neighborhood and was renting a house one block over from us. Alarm bells were now going off in my head.
The sentencing hearing was schedule for April 22 at 9:00 AM. Great! My birthday. And she asked me if txrad and I would please go to the hearing with them. She had previously told me about the experience when she and her partner testified at the trial and it was not fun. But I mulled this over and decided I'd go. It was an agonizing and stressful week but by Tuesday evening I was actually rather excited, although at least 75% of my excitement was due to the fact that all this would soon be over!
At 8:06 AM, txrad and I were in the car heading to the downtown court house for the 9 AM sentencing hearing. We arrived shortly before 9 and met up with our neighbors. Many of our neighbors were unwilling to attend out of fear. One couple from our neighborhood was at the court house yesterday morning but were unable to stay throughout the afternoon until the actual sentencing took place. Thankfully, a number of them who did not attend were willing to write a letter to the judge explaining their experiences.
After sitting through two hours of a sentencing involving a young woman from Mexico with a heroin conviction, we learned there were about 6 or 7 more cases ahead of us before we'd get to the JF sentencing. The agony would be prolonged.
txrad and I came home, had lunch, and I did a bit of office work before we headed back downtown just before 2 PM. It was well after 3 PM when the JF sentencing hearing began. And oh my, it was worth the wait!
JF and his lawyer spoke first to the judge and although I had been given a preview of what they were going to say in his defense, to hear it coming from JF and his attorney just made my blood start to boil.
JF was made out to be an asset to the community, a guy who has aided law enforcement "for free" for years, and helped rid our streets of drugs and bad guys. When the issue of the junkyard came up, his claim was that he filled his yard with old bicycles, go-karts, and other trash to attract teenagers and thus be in a position to help them with their lives because, as he put it, he really cares about the kids. (This would be a recurring theme in his own personal statements to the judge.)
At this point I was mentally arranging letters of the alphabet in my head: B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T.
One of my neighbors had already asked me if I was going to make a statement to the judge and I told her I didn't think I would. Suddenly I was having a change of heart.
Then JF's wife went to make her statement. This is where things really bordered on the surreal. As tears welled up in her eyes, she explained to the judge how ridiculous these charges were, reiterating what an asset he was to the community and then turning to point at us nasty neighbors, adding that she could not understand why these neighbors are trying to tear him down. I am paraphrasing because I was not taking notes, but this is a very close approximation of what she said.
And then she went on with her tirade and said he was such an asset that he had managed to rid a nearby street of Satan worshippers, then she had to stop due to excessive crying. It was at precisely this point where I had a revelation. JF, who had already struck me as being very Charles Manson-esque, had such a grip on this woman that she had become as deranged and delusional as he was. I could not help but wonder if the judge was thinking the same.
Next up to speak before the judge were our two neighbors who brought up a variety of excellent points involving the amount of filth and trash in the yard, the number of dumpsters required to haul it off and the resulting rodent problems. And the issue of the pygmy goats.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I approached the judge. My thoughts had blurred into a nebulous train wreck and I was so nervous I wasn't sure if I could squeeze a word out of my mouth. I could feel the eyes of JF and his wife burning into my back as I told the judge my name. I explained that I had worked from my home for 4 of the past 5 years and therefore had spent a lot of time observing and hearing all the activity from JF's property. I mentioned the "music" and that no hours were safe from the onslaught, and that on occasion it was so loud it would rattle my windows and reverberate through my house. Between the music and other "disturbances" it was driving me crazy.
I very truthfully informed the judge that there were many times when I was so frustrated I simply wanted to put my house on the market and move, but that any open house put on by the realtor would have come with an unwanted band. I concluded by saying if JF ever returns to our neighborhood, I feel I would have no choice but to move away. I said "thank you" and returned to my uncomfortable wooden court room bench, catching the swollen red eyes of JF's wife in the process.
JF and lawyer again approached the judge for their rebuttal. Now that I had mentioned the music issue JF felt compelled to explain that it was his intention to create a Christian rock band -- again, to help set all the corrupted teenagers who might pass by on a path to righteousness. Good grief, I was so embarrassed. Of course that was their intention. It was at that point I remembered JF and his bandmates screaming the word "faggot" into a microphone. Pardon my error.
The judge was now ready to render a good and fair
JF, turns out, has been in jail about 50 times, but NEVER, as strange as it seems given his history, been sentenced and sent to a federal facility until yesterday.
The judge, in an amazing understatement, said to JF, "You obviously have a disrespect for the law." And if I recall correctly he added something along the lines of, "...and a sense you are above the law."
After giving JF a verbal reaming, in a polite judge sorta way, he then proceeded to sentence JF, not to the "advisory sentencing guideline" for criminal possession of a firearm in the 33-37 month range, but to 60 months! Five years in a house he will not be allowed to trash.
As the prosecutor told me, it's rare for a judge to deviate upward from the established sentencing guidelines, and without a doubt she feels our presence and desire to speak out as neighbors helped cement the deal which puts this man out of our midst for five years, and on probation for three more, during which time he cannot touch drugs or alcohol without being returned to prison.
But remember, he's "tender-hearted," per his wife's testimony. My favorite mug shot is the 3rd row down, 5th photo over. No doubt he had just wrapped up a Jesus Loves You seminar with some area youngsters before being apprehended.
If you think this is frightening, be thankful you didn't have to hear him speak in his defense. At least he's gone; I feel safer in that regard. I find it disturbing that his wife, who clearly drinks from the same well of contaminants, is a block over from us. We'll all have to watch our backs.
All that aside, this was the best and most uniquely memorable birthday I have ever experienced. My neighbors and I were a part of justice being served.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
My Brain Hurts a Lot
This is not the first time I have done a "5 Years" post but it takes on special significance today. So, let's enjoy. David Bowie. Yeah! Best birthday EVER!
What a Birthday!
txrad and I were in the car at 8:06 heading downtown on my birthday for a federal sentencing hearing involving an ex-neighbor. After spending two hours in the court room hearing an unexpectedly lengthy heroin case involving a young woman from Mexico, we were told the case in which we have an interest will not come before the judge until probably mid-afternoon. We came home to regenerate and have some lunch before heading back downtown.
Having witnessed what I have seen this morning involving this woman and her heroin conviction, I can safely say our country is terribly fucked up when it comes to drugs, drug laws, the penalties, and ESPECIALLY the costs associated with these convictions.
This is one person, one case, in one medium-sized American city, in one day. I cannot imagine what the lawyers and investigators must have made in the 2-3 years of investigations, wire-tapping, etc., related to this case. Multiply this by tens of thousands and it becomes an incomprehensibly astounding waste.
I can think of better ways to spend a birthday, but very few which could be so eye-opening, educational, and informative.
We definitely need to overhaul some things in this country. That's for damn sure.
Having witnessed what I have seen this morning involving this woman and her heroin conviction, I can safely say our country is terribly fucked up when it comes to drugs, drug laws, the penalties, and ESPECIALLY the costs associated with these convictions.
This is one person, one case, in one medium-sized American city, in one day. I cannot imagine what the lawyers and investigators must have made in the 2-3 years of investigations, wire-tapping, etc., related to this case. Multiply this by tens of thousands and it becomes an incomprehensibly astounding waste.
I can think of better ways to spend a birthday, but very few which could be so eye-opening, educational, and informative.
We definitely need to overhaul some things in this country. That's for damn sure.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Some Recent North Dakota History
Janne Myrdal, State Director of Confused Concerned Women for America of North Dakota, mounted an intense and successful effort in the ND state legislature last month against a bill which would have prohibited discrimination based on sexual orientation.
Check out this piece of rubbish.
Yes, that is correct, there is no right or wrong. There is only normal for each of us. And they are NOT, repeat: NOT, sexual PREFERENCES anymore than YOURS are. It is an orientation, and driven pretty hard by forces of nature I might add.
Yesterday I wrote an email to North Dakota State Representative David Drovdal, Republican, who represents district 39 in North Dakota where my spouse is from. Representative Drovdal, writing in a piece for the McKenzie County Farmer, spewed rubbish in his April 8th column, "District 39 Legislative Report."
Here's what I wrote the Rep. Drovdal...and I would like to apologize ahead of time to my transgendered friends who might take issue with my scantily-clad gloss-over as to the origins of gender identity issues. I'll confess I was distraught and in a hurry.
Representative Drovdal,
My partner, Sheldon Linseth, a native of McKenzie County, and I, just read your column in the April 8 issue of the McKenzie County Farmer and would like to point out a few facts regarding sexual orientation which might have been useful to other members of the state legislature as opposed to the packet of misinformation presented by the Confused Concerned Women of America.
Gay people have no interest in using public restrooms designated for the opposite sex. I’m a 49-year-old gay male and I’m quite content to use only men’s facilities. I have, however, known and seen a number of heterosexual woman using a men’s restroom for the sake of expediency in a crowded bar or club for instance.
Transgendered people (referred to as “gender confused” if I recall, by the CWA “fact sheet,” would prefer to use restrooms designated for the gender with which they identify. And this is not confusion. I know a number of transgendered individuals and they have no confusion about their gender whatsoever. The presence of a vagina or penis does not solely dictate ones gender or gender identity. There are hormonal issues which have been present since birth or earlier which contribute to this identity. It is nothing to be mocked or ridiculed. However, a bit of understanding as opposed to a knee-jerk opposition would go a long way. It’s a shame more lawmakers won’t take the time to understand an issue.
Opponents such as CWA love to drag out the sexual preference vs. sexual orientation argument and falsely claim that all gay people can be “corrected” and that being gay is not normal. On the contrary, it is normal or there wouldn’t be so many of us. I did not choose to be gay anymore than you chose to be straight. The idea of having a “normal” sexual relationship with a woman provokes the same reaction from me that a straight man might feel at the thought of having sex with another man. What’s natural for me isn’t natural for someone else and vice-versa. The point is, the definition of “natural” cannot be claimed by one side or the other. And it’s a shame the ones who try to legislate morality always use THEIR definition.
There are undoubtedly many bisexuals and I suspect those who stand as examples of such “correction” might merely have narrowed their bisexual playing field.
I wanted to take this time to give you some brief insight into these complex issues and hope that you and others in the future might be armed with more relevant and truthful data than what might be presented to you by opposition groups such as CWA.
By the way, Sheldon and I have been in a relationship for almost 19 years, completely unrecognized by the state in which we reside or by the US Government. That must, and will eventually, be corrected.
I have yet to hear back from The Republican Dude. You can also contact him at this email address:
ddrovdal@nd.gov
Address: 2802 131st Avenue NW, Arnegard, ND 58835-9127
Telephone: 701-586-3761
Play nice, but set him straight (no pun intended) about what's right and what must happen, not only in North Dakota, but the nation.
Check out this piece of rubbish.
At the core of this agenda is an effort to remove from our society all traditional notions of sexual morality and replace them with a post-modern concept of sexual relativism. That is to say, when it comes to sex, there is no right or wrong, all sexual preferences are “equal.” This then establishes a society, by law, wherein natural distinctions between male and female are dissolved.
Yes, that is correct, there is no right or wrong. There is only normal for each of us. And they are NOT, repeat: NOT, sexual PREFERENCES anymore than YOURS are. It is an orientation, and driven pretty hard by forces of nature I might add.
Yesterday I wrote an email to North Dakota State Representative David Drovdal, Republican, who represents district 39 in North Dakota where my spouse is from. Representative Drovdal, writing in a piece for the McKenzie County Farmer, spewed rubbish in his April 8th column, "District 39 Legislative Report."
Opponents of [SB2278] are concerned mainly about men being able to use women's bathrooms because they consider themselves gay.
Here's what I wrote the Rep. Drovdal...and I would like to apologize ahead of time to my transgendered friends who might take issue with my scantily-clad gloss-over as to the origins of gender identity issues. I'll confess I was distraught and in a hurry.
Representative Drovdal,
My partner, Sheldon Linseth, a native of McKenzie County, and I, just read your column in the April 8 issue of the McKenzie County Farmer and would like to point out a few facts regarding sexual orientation which might have been useful to other members of the state legislature as opposed to the packet of misinformation presented by the Confused Concerned Women of America.
Gay people have no interest in using public restrooms designated for the opposite sex. I’m a 49-year-old gay male and I’m quite content to use only men’s facilities. I have, however, known and seen a number of heterosexual woman using a men’s restroom for the sake of expediency in a crowded bar or club for instance.
Transgendered people (referred to as “gender confused” if I recall, by the CWA “fact sheet,” would prefer to use restrooms designated for the gender with which they identify. And this is not confusion. I know a number of transgendered individuals and they have no confusion about their gender whatsoever. The presence of a vagina or penis does not solely dictate ones gender or gender identity. There are hormonal issues which have been present since birth or earlier which contribute to this identity. It is nothing to be mocked or ridiculed. However, a bit of understanding as opposed to a knee-jerk opposition would go a long way. It’s a shame more lawmakers won’t take the time to understand an issue.
Opponents such as CWA love to drag out the sexual preference vs. sexual orientation argument and falsely claim that all gay people can be “corrected” and that being gay is not normal. On the contrary, it is normal or there wouldn’t be so many of us. I did not choose to be gay anymore than you chose to be straight. The idea of having a “normal” sexual relationship with a woman provokes the same reaction from me that a straight man might feel at the thought of having sex with another man. What’s natural for me isn’t natural for someone else and vice-versa. The point is, the definition of “natural” cannot be claimed by one side or the other. And it’s a shame the ones who try to legislate morality always use THEIR definition.
There are undoubtedly many bisexuals and I suspect those who stand as examples of such “correction” might merely have narrowed their bisexual playing field.
I wanted to take this time to give you some brief insight into these complex issues and hope that you and others in the future might be armed with more relevant and truthful data than what might be presented to you by opposition groups such as CWA.
By the way, Sheldon and I have been in a relationship for almost 19 years, completely unrecognized by the state in which we reside or by the US Government. That must, and will eventually, be corrected.
I have yet to hear back from The Republican Dude. You can also contact him at this email address:
ddrovdal@nd.gov
Address: 2802 131st Avenue NW, Arnegard, ND 58835-9127
Telephone: 701-586-3761
Play nice, but set him straight (no pun intended) about what's right and what must happen, not only in North Dakota, but the nation.
Monday, April 20, 2009
4/20: That's Entertainment
Prepare to celebrate the high holiday.
Say what you will about pot enthusiasts but at least we have a sense of humor:
Oh, come on, Obama! This "war" has been going on far longer than the other mis-guided wars and it clearly cannot be won...ever! Did we learn nothing from prohibition? The time has come to let it go. And that's probably the only solution to the problems which plague Mexico.
It is the ultimate in hypocrisy to have legalized alcohol, and from a public health perspective, legalized cigarettes, to give fines for public intoxication while sending marijuana users to prison! The time is now for a sensible and logical marijuana policy.
The real party starts at 4:20 this afternoon, naturally.
April 20 has long been an unofficial day of celebration for marijuana fans, an occasion for campus smoke-outs, concerts and cannabis festivals. But some advocates of legal marijuana say this year’s “high holiday” carries extra significance as they sense increasing momentum toward acceptance of the drug, either as medicine or entertainment.
“It is the biggest moment yet,” said Ethan Nadelmann, the founder and executive director of the Drug Policy Alliance in Washington, who cited several national polls showing growing support for legalization. “There’s a sense that the notion of legalizing marijuana is starting to cross the fringes into mainstream debate.”
Say what you will about pot enthusiasts but at least we have a sense of humor:
Beneficiaries of the moment include Norml, the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws, which advocates legalization, and other groups like it. Norml says that its Web traffic and donations (sometimes in $4.20 increments) have surged, and that it will begin a television advertising campaign on Monday, which concludes with a plea, and an homage, to President Obama.
“Legalization,” the advertisement says, “yes we can!”
That seems unlikely anytime soon. In a visit last week to Mexico, where drug violence has claimed thousands of lives and threatened to spill across the border, Mr. Obama said the United States must work to curb demand for drugs.
Oh, come on, Obama! This "war" has been going on far longer than the other mis-guided wars and it clearly cannot be won...ever! Did we learn nothing from prohibition? The time has come to let it go. And that's probably the only solution to the problems which plague Mexico.
It is the ultimate in hypocrisy to have legalized alcohol, and from a public health perspective, legalized cigarettes, to give fines for public intoxication while sending marijuana users to prison! The time is now for a sensible and logical marijuana policy.
The real party starts at 4:20 this afternoon, naturally.
In San Francisco, meanwhile, where a city supervisor, Ross Mirkarimi, suggested last week that the city should consider getting into the medical marijuana business as a provider, big crowds are expected to turn out at places like Hippie Hill, a drum-happy glade in Golden Gate Park.
A cloud of pungent smoke is also expected to be thick at concerts like one planned at the Fillmore rock club, where the outspoken pro-marijuana hip-hop group Cypress Hill is expected to take the stage at 4:20 p.m.
“You can see twice the amount of smoke as you do at a regular show,” said B-Real, a rapper in the group. “And it’s a great fragrance.”
One toke over the line, sweet Jesus.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Jailbait
This is advertising desperation which I captured on photobucket tonight.
I'd squeal like a 13-year-old girl also but only if he'd ditch these sappy movies and do some decent upstanding porn.
This is so fucking stupid. Who comes up with this shit? And why does that asshole voice-over guy keep doing this asinine bullshit?
God, no fucking wonder I haven't set foot in a movie theater in like 10 years.
I'd squeal like a 13-year-old girl also but only if he'd ditch these sappy movies and do some decent upstanding porn.
This is so fucking stupid. Who comes up with this shit? And why does that asshole voice-over guy keep doing this asinine bullshit?
God, no fucking wonder I haven't set foot in a movie theater in like 10 years.
Vendredi Blog de Minou: Smelly Shoe Edition
It's a good thing I have two pairs of Birkenstocks because the Tot sure does like to "wear" mine. This pair must smell particularly nice -- they date back to the early 1990s.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Best In Show
Forget expensive tickets to concerts and sporting events. The best entertainment is free.
Governor Goodhair might want to take a step back and reflect on this insanity before proceeding. Despite the appearance of Texas being extremely conservative, there are actually quite a lot of people here who would classify themselves otherwise. And once the exodus of the smart ones begins, this state might be left with nothing but a cesspool of ignorance and bigotry.
What a platform for staging his re-election bid! But carry on, sir. I would love nothing more than to see your campaign bite the big tea bag.
Several hundred people showed up in Lafayette Park opposite the White House, until the park and parts of Pennsylvania Avenue were cleared while a robot retrieved what the Secret Service confirmed was a box of tea bags.
[...]
In Austin, Tex., Gov. Rick Perry energized a crowd of about 1,000 by accusing the Obama administration of restricting states’ rights and vaguely suggesting that Texas might want to secede from the union.
Governor Goodhair might want to take a step back and reflect on this insanity before proceeding. Despite the appearance of Texas being extremely conservative, there are actually quite a lot of people here who would classify themselves otherwise. And once the exodus of the smart ones begins, this state might be left with nothing but a cesspool of ignorance and bigotry.
What a platform for staging his re-election bid! But carry on, sir. I would love nothing more than to see your campaign bite the big tea bag.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Speaking of Instant Karma
The ranks of the unemployed just increased by two after this absurdly stupid stunt in which a couple of employees at a Dominoe's shot this video and uploaded it to YouTube.
I just wonder how stupid people can be. Did they not have a clue that retribution would be swift? The woman shooting the video probably didn't realize just what an understatement she was uttering when she said this:
They have been fired today. And thanks for giving gay people another bad rap, assholes.
I just wonder how stupid people can be. Did they not have a clue that retribution would be swift? The woman shooting the video probably didn't realize just what an understatement she was uttering when she said this:
"I think our boss lady may be coming out here soon."
They have been fired today. And thanks for giving gay people another bad rap, assholes.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Faith Based Comedy
We have a subscription to the McKenzie County Farmer, txrad's hometown newspaper. Normally, I get my jollies looking at the photos of the high school boys' wrasslin' matches or the help wanted ads at the Kum & Go.
Today I had a genuine series of laughs at these grammatical errors and typos found in church bulletins which were featured in the April 8 edition of the paper. I'll pick just a few of my favorites to share:
This one actually stumped me until I read it twice:
The Fasting & Prayer Conference includes meals.
This one sounds like it was plucked directly from a George Carlin routine:
The peacemaking meeting scheduled for today has been canceled due to a conflict.
And one of my favorites:
Don't let worry kill you off -- let the church help.
And here's a potluck I wouldn't mind attending:
Potluck supper Sunday at 5:00 PM - Prayer and medication to follow.
Wow, that sounds spiritual! And to be followed up with a possible orgy:
This evening at 7 PM there will be a hymn-singing in the park across from the Church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.
The fun and games don't stop there! No sir, it gets even more kinky:
The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday.
And all you fatties need not feel left out:
Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use the large double doors at the side entrance.
Sorry, I'm a back door man!
Low Self-Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM. Please use the back entrance.
What is it with Christians and 7 PM?? Here's yet another:
The eight graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the Church basement Friday at 7 PM. The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.
Bonus round:
Somewhere there's music....
At the evening serivce tonight, the sermon topic will be "What Is Hell?" Come early and listen to our choir practice.
Ouch.
And speaking of George Carlin and hostilities... listen to this!
Today I had a genuine series of laughs at these grammatical errors and typos found in church bulletins which were featured in the April 8 edition of the paper. I'll pick just a few of my favorites to share:
This one actually stumped me until I read it twice:
The Fasting & Prayer Conference includes meals.
This one sounds like it was plucked directly from a George Carlin routine:
The peacemaking meeting scheduled for today has been canceled due to a conflict.
And one of my favorites:
Don't let worry kill you off -- let the church help.
And here's a potluck I wouldn't mind attending:
Potluck supper Sunday at 5:00 PM - Prayer and medication to follow.
Wow, that sounds spiritual! And to be followed up with a possible orgy:
This evening at 7 PM there will be a hymn-singing in the park across from the Church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.
The fun and games don't stop there! No sir, it gets even more kinky:
The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday.
And all you fatties need not feel left out:
Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use the large double doors at the side entrance.
Sorry, I'm a back door man!
Low Self-Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM. Please use the back entrance.
What is it with Christians and 7 PM?? Here's yet another:
The eight graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the Church basement Friday at 7 PM. The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.
Bonus round:
Somewhere there's music....
At the evening serivce tonight, the sermon topic will be "What Is Hell?" Come early and listen to our choir practice.
Ouch.
And speaking of George Carlin and hostilities... listen to this!
Food Presentation Is Important
I walked into my home office this morning and saw txrad reading a food blog, in this case a Vegan Called Bacon, and the photo caught my eye. It's vegetarian sausage. txrad makes veggie sausage but I've never seen him arrange his for presentation in this manner.
Honestly, could I get excited about eating something which appears to be a Great Dane dump?
Honestly, could I get excited about eating something which appears to be a Great Dane dump?
Friday, April 10, 2009
Friday Pussy Blog
Wow, having the day off makes it seem like a Saturday, not a Friday. I almost forgot to do cat blogging.
Earlier this week, txrad got a few shots of Tot up on the new table. Almost all of them were blurry.
I swear, what's not to love about the adorable Tot!
Earlier this week, txrad got a few shots of Tot up on the new table. Almost all of them were blurry.
I swear, what's not to love about the adorable Tot!
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
A Floral Surprise
There was a loud knock at the door earlier today. I couldn't imagine who might be delivering anything because everything I've ordered has already been delivered.
Although my birthday isn't until two weeks from today, these arrived from my employer. Nice. Love the vase as well. This looks great on the new table and makes me think "springtime!"
Although my birthday isn't until two weeks from today, these arrived from my employer. Nice. Love the vase as well. This looks great on the new table and makes me think "springtime!"
Never Mind Vermont; What About Iraq?
My enjoyment at seeing the front page news regarding gay marriage in Vermont was immediately shattered by this article concerning abuses against gay men and lesbians in Iraq.
In reality, there are many in this country who would do, and have done, the same. That level of hatred is simultaneously sickening and horrifying.
More disgusting than wholesale slaughter based on pure hate?
Ah... so their issue with homosexuals boils down to a hatred of anything feminine.
Nice. Wow, do we have a long way to go or what?
In the past two months, the bodies of as many as 25 boys and men suspected of being gay have turned up in the huge Shiite enclave of Sadr City, the police and friends of the dead say. Most have been shot, some multiple times. Several have been found with the word “pervert” in Arabic on notes attached to their bodies, the police said.
In reality, there are many in this country who would do, and have done, the same. That level of hatred is simultaneously sickening and horrifying.
“Homosexuality is against the law,” said Lt. Muthana Shaad, at a police station in the Karada district, a neighborhood that has become popular with gay men. “And it’s disgusting.”
More disgusting than wholesale slaughter based on pure hate?
In 2005, the country’s most influential Shiite cleric, Grand Ayatollah Ali al-Sistani, issued a religious decree that said gay men and lesbians should be “punished, in fact, killed.” He added, “The people should be killed in the worst, most severe way of killing.” The language has since been removed from his Web site.
[...]
...clerics associated with Moktada al-Sadr, an anti-American cleric with significant influence in Sadr City, have devoted a portion of Friday Prayer services to inveighing against homosexuality.
“The community should be purified from such delinquent behavior like stealing, lying and the effeminacy phenomenon among men,” Sheik Jassem al-Mutairi said during his sermon last Friday. Homosexuality, he said, was “far from manhood and honesty.”
Ah... so their issue with homosexuals boils down to a hatred of anything feminine.
Nice. Wow, do we have a long way to go or what?
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
How to Slaughter a Hog (No, this is not about Glenn Beck)
Go.
You jump in the pig pen.
Then you circle the victim.
Pull out the ah, 20cc rifle
You shoot it in the middle of the forehead.
Grab the tractor and drag me out of the muck.
Go to craig's list.
I tried this as a haiku but I swear to God it DID NOT WORK.
You jump in the pig pen.
Then you circle the victim.
Pull out the ah, 20cc rifle
You shoot it in the middle of the forehead.
Grab the tractor and drag me out of the muck.
Go to craig's list.
I tried this as a haiku but I swear to God it DID NOT WORK.
Vermont Governor Douglas Gets Slammed Down on Gay Marriage
The House voted 100 to 49 to override the veto of Republican Gov. Jim Douglas on same-sex marriage in Vermont.
Earlier today, the Senate did the same.
Isn't it refreshing to see a bigot get his ass handed to him on a platter in short order?
Same-sex marriage equality now exists in Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa and Vermont. Keep that train a rollin'.
Earlier today, the Senate did the same.
Isn't it refreshing to see a bigot get his ass handed to him on a platter in short order?
Same-sex marriage equality now exists in Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa and Vermont. Keep that train a rollin'.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Sunday Afternoon Adventures in Moving
Our friends Jackie & Stephen are getting ready to move to Santa Fe and we lucked out on their dining table and chairs. This required access to a large vehicle so I rented a U-Haul van which turned out to be not nearly as stressful as driving one of their larger moving trucks. Don't be too fooled by the $19.95 rate on the van; it ended up being $52 plus $9 for fuel. A rate of 59-cents per mile adds up pretty quick on top of the $19.95 rate.
I'm not sure what I'll do with this old table which we bought in Los Angeles, probably in 1996 when we bought our first house. When I invest in a sander, I might sand this down and refinish it, just for the practice.
While this new table takes up more space, it's still fine in the kitchen, and of course we could move it into the adjacent den if we were ever to have a real dinner party with six people.
It really looks great on the new travertine floors. While you wouldn't know if from the picture or how the table looks, that is one heavy table! Four of us loaded it into the van, and two of us managed to get it out and into the kitchen. I swear I think it weighs in excess of 200 lbs.
We got it in with no dings or scrapes. There is one minor scratch which is clearly visible in this photo but that can be easily doctored up.
We're happy! Jackie actually finished the top of the table and painted the base black. It looks stunning.
I'm not sure what I'll do with this old table which we bought in Los Angeles, probably in 1996 when we bought our first house. When I invest in a sander, I might sand this down and refinish it, just for the practice.
While this new table takes up more space, it's still fine in the kitchen, and of course we could move it into the adjacent den if we were ever to have a real dinner party with six people.
It really looks great on the new travertine floors. While you wouldn't know if from the picture or how the table looks, that is one heavy table! Four of us loaded it into the van, and two of us managed to get it out and into the kitchen. I swear I think it weighs in excess of 200 lbs.
We got it in with no dings or scrapes. There is one minor scratch which is clearly visible in this photo but that can be easily doctored up.
We're happy! Jackie actually finished the top of the table and painted the base black. It looks stunning.
Friday, April 03, 2009
Friday Pussy Blog: Filthy Pussy Edition
Sweet Pea likes to sleep in a pot full of dirt and occasionally likes to roll around in dirt. I don't know how he manages to get himself clean again but he does.
A few nights ago I got this clip of Tater Tot cleaning his belly. He was using his "hand" to pull his big man-titties up so his tongue could reach them. It was hilarious. I wish I'd had more light in the room as I shot this.
A few nights ago I got this clip of Tater Tot cleaning his belly. He was using his "hand" to pull his big man-titties up so his tongue could reach them. It was hilarious. I wish I'd had more light in the room as I shot this.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Another Bullshit Facebook Ad
HA! Yeah, right. Order in the next 10 minutes and we'll include a FREE DVD on how to train your cat to clean up his or her own vomit.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Three Simple Rules to Live By
1. Do not fondle cats while wearing a black shirt.
2. While working for a company several hundred miles away as a satellite employee from your home, do not send an email to the staff announcing that fresh muffins have been baked and to come on down.
3. Do not invite work colleagues to your Facebook page where you routinely express your creativity and individuality lest ye be accused of smoking dope.
Follow these simple rules and you can probably skate through life with minimal hassles.
2. While working for a company several hundred miles away as a satellite employee from your home, do not send an email to the staff announcing that fresh muffins have been baked and to come on down.
3. Do not invite work colleagues to your Facebook page where you routinely express your creativity and individuality lest ye be accused of smoking dope.
Follow these simple rules and you can probably skate through life with minimal hassles.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Arkansas Bill to Ban Domestic Partnership Registries Dives Into Sinkhole
Brilliant!
The sponsor of the bill was Rep. Bryan King of Green Forest, who "represents" House District 91.
So true. It's not; it's about cities having the authority to grant their citizens what little sliver of equality they possibly can in the face of blatant tyranny by repressive bigots like you, Representative King.
Asshole awards are getting doled out around here like stimulus dollars.
But why all the excessive drama over one small town's choice to actually respect the lives of the people who live there, particularly the LGBTQ community, prevented by state law from having their relationships recognized?
A bill to outlaw Eureka Springs' domestic-partner registry failed Friday before a House committee, after lawmakers said it was inappropriate for them to interfere with local issues.
The sponsor of the bill was Rep. Bryan King of Green Forest, who "represents" House District 91.
"If cities and counties want to issue domestic-partner registries to heterosexuals, homosexuals, transsexuals, transgenders, it's very controversial," said King, R-Green Forest. "This isn't the same as giving somebody the garden of the month club."
So true. It's not; it's about cities having the authority to grant their citizens what little sliver of equality they possibly can in the face of blatant tyranny by repressive bigots like you, Representative King.
Asshole awards are getting doled out around here like stimulus dollars.
But why all the excessive drama over one small town's choice to actually respect the lives of the people who live there, particularly the LGBTQ community, prevented by state law from having their relationships recognized?
Friday, March 27, 2009
Friday Pussy Blog: Spanked Pussy Edition
My blogging has dipped to a new low. The bulk of my posts are now about assholes, pussies, and asshole-related things.
Tater Tot catching some rays just a few minutes ago:
Sissy chirping (barely audible on the clip) while enjoying a spanking. Sometimes she really gets going with the vocals!
Happy Friday!
Tater Tot catching some rays just a few minutes ago:
Sissy chirping (barely audible on the clip) while enjoying a spanking. Sometimes she really gets going with the vocals!
Happy Friday!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Certain Things Are Just Wrong
I was doing medical research today on ways to keep a prostate healthy and happy and products which might help achieve that state, and I ran across something quite disturbing.
Now I will have to doctor up and disguise this photo -- not to make it safe for work -- but to avoid running afoul of Photobucket's terms of service. You know, I've had issues with them deleting my photos of penis-shaped veggies so this one is going to require extra effort.
There. One dick in place of another. But back to the disturbing issue. Who in their right mind would buy a used dildo?
Later on I was reviewing comments for an anal douche product, which coincidentally also doubles as a pleasure toy for the shower, and I ran across this.
Nevertheless, "Ahmed" still gave it 2 stars. Must be a pretty good product.
And wow. Seven of 37 people found that review helpful? That's roughly the same percentage of voters who think the Bush administration was the greatest in the history of our nation. Says a lot, doesn't it?
Now I will have to doctor up and disguise this photo -- not to make it safe for work -- but to avoid running afoul of Photobucket's terms of service. You know, I've had issues with them deleting my photos of penis-shaped veggies so this one is going to require extra effort.
There. One dick in place of another. But back to the disturbing issue. Who in their right mind would buy a used dildo?
Later on I was reviewing comments for an anal douche product, which coincidentally also doubles as a pleasure toy for the shower, and I ran across this.
Nevertheless, "Ahmed" still gave it 2 stars. Must be a pretty good product.
And wow. Seven of 37 people found that review helpful? That's roughly the same percentage of voters who think the Bush administration was the greatest in the history of our nation. Says a lot, doesn't it?
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
What Does An Asshole Look Like?
Good question. They come in all shapes and sizes, but this is a classic example:
As I said, a-s-s-h-o-l-e!
Governor Jim Douglas of Vermont. Asshole
"I believe our civil union law serves Vermont well ..." Douglas told a gathering of reporters and onlookers at a hastily called news conference in the Pavilion Building. "I believe that marriage should remain between a man and a woman. ... I'm announcing that I intend to veto this legislation when it reaches my desk."
As I said, a-s-s-h-o-l-e!
Top Five Countries
These five places make me glad I'm not in Obama's shoes right now.
Mexico
Pakistan
Czech Republic
Whew! Feeling sick yet? We're not done!
Israel
United States
And...
There's five already and I haven't even mentioned Iraq, Afghanistan, China or Russia. Holy shit.
Mexico
Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton arrives in Mexico on Wednesday for what will be the first in a parade of visits by top administration officials, including President Obama himself next month, to try to head off a major foreign policy crisis close to home. They will find a country mired in a deepening slump, miffed by signs of protectionism in its largest trading partner, and torn apart by a drug war for which many in Mexico blame customers in the United States.
Pakistan
Now, as the Obama administration completes its review of strategy toward the region this week, his sudden ascent has raised an urgent question: Can Mr. Sharif, 59, a populist politician close to Islamic parties, be a reliable partner? Or will he use his popular support to blunt the military’s already fitful campaign against the insurgency of the Taliban and Al Qaeda?
Czech Republic
Transatlantic tension over the handling of the global economic crisis intensified Wednesday when the prime minister of the Czech Republic, which holds the European Union presidency, described the President Obama’s stimulus measures as the “way to hell.”
[...]
...Prime Minister Mirek Topolanek argued that the Obama administration’s fiscal package and financial bailout “will undermine the stability of the global financial market.”
Mr. Topolanek’s comments, only a day after he offered his government’s resignation following a no confidence vote, took European officials by surprise.
Whew! Feeling sick yet? We're not done!
Israel
Israel’s prime minister-designate, Benjamin Netanyahu, said Wednesday that the coalition he is forming would be a “partner for peace,” offering a pledge that seemed designed to reshape his reputation as a foe of the peace process with the Palestinians.
The promise brought a muted response from some Palestinians.
[...]
On Wednesday, Tzipi Livni, the foreign minister and leader of the centrist Kadima party, called the prospective coalition a government “conceived in sin,” according to The Associated Press.
United States
The Obama administration said Tuesday that it would move hundreds of federal agents to the country’s southern border to prevent a spillover of drug-related violence from Mexico, and that it would focus more efforts on stopping weapons and money from flowing south.
And...
Treasury Secretary Timothy F. Geithner on Wednesday pressed the case for expanding the government’s ability to take over and restructure ailing institutions that threaten to the broader financial system.
There's five already and I haven't even mentioned Iraq, Afghanistan, China or Russia. Holy shit.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Best Place to Commit Suicide
A shooting range!
She's also still alive but in critical condition. This shooting range is on the highway not far from our house. We pass it whenever we go into Austin.
Also, I'm asking for a berating for applying a humor tag to this post but I just can't help myself. Sometimes tragedy and humor go hand in hand. At least in my warped head they do.
Sgt. Richard Stresing with the Austin Police Department said the woman, who is in her 30s, did not threaten anyone nor did she injure anyone else.
She's also still alive but in critical condition. This shooting range is on the highway not far from our house. We pass it whenever we go into Austin.
Also, I'm asking for a berating for applying a humor tag to this post but I just can't help myself. Sometimes tragedy and humor go hand in hand. At least in my warped head they do.
Homosexuality -- Go Ahead, CONDONE It
The Vermont Senate voted 26-4 yesterday in favor of same-sex marriage. It is expected to pass in the House vote.
Gov. Jim Douglas, a Republican, opposes the measure. Natürlich.
While this is an important step for equality, I never cease to be amazed by the delicate dance of politicians who try hard not to seem too gay-friendly.
Gee, thanks! I'll take what I can get. But you know what? Homosexuality is real. It's as real and natural as your heterosexuality, Senator Campbell, just not as common. And there's nothing wrong with condoning a natural love. You make it sound as if you are passing a law legalizing cocaine and heroin. We don't condone it but we acknowledge there are addicts out there.
I can't believe I actually have more respect for a Republican response:
But to be fair, it was arguments by Senator Campbell which persuaded Scott to "err" on the side of human rights when Campbell said this:
Treated equally.. but not condoned. That would just be a step too far.
condone: to regard or treat (something bad or blameworthy) as acceptable, forgivable, or harmless.
Gov. Jim Douglas, a Republican, opposes the measure. Natürlich.
While this is an important step for equality, I never cease to be amazed by the delicate dance of politicians who try hard not to seem too gay-friendly.
“We are not condoning homosexuality,” said Sen. John Campbell, D-Windsor, as he introduced the bill to the Senate. “What we’re doing is recognizing some people are homosexuals.”
Gee, thanks! I'll take what I can get. But you know what? Homosexuality is real. It's as real and natural as your heterosexuality, Senator Campbell, just not as common. And there's nothing wrong with condoning a natural love. You make it sound as if you are passing a law legalizing cocaine and heroin. We don't condone it but we acknowledge there are addicts out there.
I can't believe I actually have more respect for a Republican response:
Sen. Phil Scott, R-Washington, said he didn’t know how he was going to vote when he walked into the Senate chamber Monday afternoon, but made up his mind while listening to the debate. “I said if I’m going to err on one side or the other, I would err on the side of basic human rights.”
But to be fair, it was arguments by Senator Campbell which persuaded Scott to "err" on the side of human rights when Campbell said this:
“You know who those ‘they’ people are? They’re our policemen, our firefighters, our teachers, garbagemen, the guy who plows the street. They’re our children. Our sisters, brothers, they’re human beings, and as such, as it’s said in this bill, they should be treated equally,” Campbell said.
Treated equally.. but not condoned. That would just be a step too far.
condone: to regard or treat (something bad or blameworthy) as acceptable, forgivable, or harmless.
Crossposted at B3
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Bat Mitzvah for the Swinging 90s
Probably the most interesting thing I saw in the New York Times this morning was the piece on the nonagenarian bat mitzvah. Yep, you read that correctly.
Photo credit: David Ahntholz for The New York Times
At 94 she can be forgiven her fear that she might be seized by a senior moment or two as she stands on the bimah on Sunday to recite the section of the Torah that was read in synagogue on the Saturday closest to her 12th birthday. So can the other nine women who will take part in the bat mitzvah ceremony at the service in the synagogue of the Menorah Park senior residence in this Cleveland suburb.
The youngest, Mintsy Agin, will turn 90 in July. The oldest, Molly Kravitz, will celebrate her 97th birthday in August.
The women grew up in the shadow of the Great Depression, when bar mitzvah ceremonies for boys were weekly affairs but Jewish girls came of age without notice or fanfare.
[...]
A self-described “feminist all my life,” Evelyn Bonder, 90, said she “always thought girls should have the chance to participate” in something that Conservative, Orthodox and Reform congregations embraced in stages.
Ms. Agin said: “My daughter had a bat mitzvah. But it was on a Friday instead of a Saturday. It wasn’t held inside the synagogue, and she wasn’t allowed to read from the Torah.”
Friday, March 20, 2009
Friday Pussy Blog: Vintage Edition
Sweet Pea, with the sweetest face, about 4 or 5 years ago.
He seemed to have a lot more red tones in his coat back then.
He seemed to have a lot more red tones in his coat back then.
Facebook Ads Spark My Imagination
This sounds great.
Does it involve dropping your inhibitions (and your pants) in front of a cam while doing odd things to your private parts?
Well then! Sign me up!
Oh... only the young and cute with six-pack abs need apply? Damn. Never mind; I'll keep my day job. Besides, it isn't so great if you can only work an hour a day, and having to skip a day every now and then.
Does it involve dropping your inhibitions (and your pants) in front of a cam while doing odd things to your private parts?
Well then! Sign me up!
Oh... only the young and cute with six-pack abs need apply? Damn. Never mind; I'll keep my day job. Besides, it isn't so great if you can only work an hour a day, and having to skip a day every now and then.
Much Better Than Politics
I love Michelle Obama. Say what you will about all the other crap going on in Washington, this is almost too wonderful for words.
Seriously, how refreshing and uplifting is that after eight years of Bush?
I can't help but notice the absence of watermelons. That would have played right into the hands of the wingnuts who were circulating emails prior to the election of a huge watermelon patch on the White House grounds. If it were me, I'd plant some.
While the organic garden will provide food for the first family’s meals and formal dinners, its most important role, Mrs. Obama said, will be to educate children about healthful, locally grown fruit and vegetables at a time when obesity and diabetes have become a national concern.
[...]
The White House grounds crew and the kitchen staff will do most of the work, but other White House staff members have volunteered.
So have the fifth graders from Bancroft. “There’s nothing really cooler,” Mrs. Obama said, “than coming to the White House and harvesting some of the vegetables and being in the kitchen with Cris and Sam and Bill, and cutting and cooking and actually experiencing the joys of your work.”
For children, she said, food is all about taste, and fresh and local food tastes better.
“A real delicious heirloom tomato is one of the sweetest things that you’ll ever eat,” she said. “And my children know the difference, and that’s how I’ve been able to get them to try different things.
Seriously, how refreshing and uplifting is that after eight years of Bush?
I can't help but notice the absence of watermelons. That would have played right into the hands of the wingnuts who were circulating emails prior to the election of a huge watermelon patch on the White House grounds. If it were me, I'd plant some.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
RIP Natasha Richardson
Wow. What a shock.
She was 45. .. ONLY 45.
"Liam Neeson, his sons, and the entire family are shocked and devastated by the tragic death of their beloved Natasha,” said a statement from the family. “They are profoundly grateful for the support, love and prayers of everyone, and ask for privacy during this very difficult time."
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Lefties Take El Salvador
And then move to the right just a bit. What's up with this phenomenon? The right never moves to the left when in power.
Typical. That dirty scourge of human rights must be stopped. We can't have any of that. No, no!
Almost as soon as Mauricio Funes won the presidency as the standard-bearer for the party of El Salvador’s former leftist guerrillas, he set about trying to reassure his opponents.
Although he has pledged to govern as a moderate, he will face pressure from inside his party to move to the left. His opponents on the right have promised to work with the new government, though they may push back against measures that pare back 20 years of conservative policies, whether on human rights or taxes.
Typical. That dirty scourge of human rights must be stopped. We can't have any of that. No, no!
Monday, March 16, 2009
The Muffling of Billy Mays
Loud applause for California state Rep. Anna G. Eshoo for introducing H.R. 6209, the Commercial Advertisement Loudness Mitigation Act.
It is doubtful this will get any traction but what a glorious visual of Billy Mays being told to stuff a sock in his pie hole.
The bill would require the Federal Communications Commission to "prescribe a standard to preclude commercials from being broadcast at louder volumes than the program they accompany."
It is doubtful this will get any traction but what a glorious visual of Billy Mays being told to stuff a sock in his pie hole.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
My "What the Fuck" Morning
As relieved as I am that George W. Bush has been discharged from the White House, I'm starting to realize how there is always plenty of room for improvement. I suspect in the next few weeks we'll start too see Obama's approval ratings drop sharply if he follows through with this.
What the fuck? Why not tax things which don't actually improve one's health, things which people can still choose to purchase? We already do that with cigarettes. For some reason lawmakers can't seem to take it another step, like taxing soft drinks. Raise taxes on distilled spirits. Slap a federal tax on fast food. Although it's not unhealthy, maybe we should tax bottled water. Tax any beverage sold in a plastic bottle. Tax plastic grocery bags. But leave our health benefits alone! Those of us lucky enough to have them don't need the government giving us an excuse to decline them.
Maybe we should stop bailing out corporations and use that money to overhaul the health care industry, instead of having it squandered. Seriously, this is making me livid!
What the fuck???
I was already not on board with the idea that any corporation is just too big or too important to allow it to fail. And this AIG situation is just driving me to not give a crap whether they live or die.
This reminds me of a game of solitaire in which I keep replaying in order to succeed and I keep getting the same frustrating result. Eventually it makes more sense to simply shut it down and deal a new hand.
The Obama administration is signaling to Congress that the president could support taxing some employee health benefits, as several influential lawmakers and many economists favor, to help pay for overhauling the health care system.
The proposal is politically problematic for President Obama, however, since it is similar to one he denounced in the presidential campaign as “the largest middle-class tax increase in history.” Most Americans with insurance get it from their employers, and taxing workers for the benefit is opposed by union leaders and some businesses.
What the fuck? Why not tax things which don't actually improve one's health, things which people can still choose to purchase? We already do that with cigarettes. For some reason lawmakers can't seem to take it another step, like taxing soft drinks. Raise taxes on distilled spirits. Slap a federal tax on fast food. Although it's not unhealthy, maybe we should tax bottled water. Tax any beverage sold in a plastic bottle. Tax plastic grocery bags. But leave our health benefits alone! Those of us lucky enough to have them don't need the government giving us an excuse to decline them.
Maybe we should stop bailing out corporations and use that money to overhaul the health care industry, instead of having it squandered. Seriously, this is making me livid!
The American International Group, which has received more than $170 billion in taxpayer bailout money from the Treasury and Federal Reserve, plans to pay about $165 million in bonuses by Sunday to executives in the same business unit that brought the company to the brink of collapse last year.
What the fuck???
I was already not on board with the idea that any corporation is just too big or too important to allow it to fail. And this AIG situation is just driving me to not give a crap whether they live or die.
This reminds me of a game of solitaire in which I keep replaying in order to succeed and I keep getting the same frustrating result. Eventually it makes more sense to simply shut it down and deal a new hand.
Friday, March 13, 2009
The Virtual Outhouse Is Open!
Gary L. Bauer, president of American Values, a conservative advocacy group, said that if Mr. Obama extended benefits to same-sex partners of federal workers, he would “provoke a furious grass-roots reaction, reinvigorate the conservative coalition and undermine his efforts to portray himself as a moderate on social issues.”
Idiot.
A Cold Start To South By
SXSW kicks in this week and I feel sorry for anyone who is flying in dressed for weather we were having at the beginning of this week! You just know somebody stepped off a plane between Wednesday and today wearing a t-shirt and shorts without checking the weather online before packing. Oh well, they'll only suffer for a couple of days.
Let the music begin!
Speaking of weather and music, I am thrilled to see Jack White has a 3rd band going. Dead Weather has Jack on drums.
Album coming in June. Single available on iTunes now. I want.
Let the music begin!
Speaking of weather and music, I am thrilled to see Jack White has a 3rd band going. Dead Weather has Jack on drums.
Mr. White seemed energized by returning to an instrument he played in his youth. “For years I’ve been playing guitar like a drummer,” he said. “Now I want to play drums like a producer and see what happens. Looking at a song from that seat is a whole different ballgame, and it makes me reinvest in writing and producing music again.”
Album coming in June. Single available on iTunes now. I want.
California Is Going to Pot
The economic downturn definitely has a few upsides....this being one of them.
Needless to say, there are critics. And of course, their logic has more holes than a donut shop.
Oh, he's right. I keep forgetting. No one is currently using marijuana because it's illegal.
As Orange County Superior Court Judge James Gray said, "we couldn't make this drug any more available if we tried."
Could marijuana be the answer to the economic misery facing California? Democratic State Assembly member Tom Ammiano thinks so. Ammiano introduced legislation last month that would legalize pot and allow the state to regulate and tax its sale - a move that could mean billions for the cash-strapped state.
Needless to say, there are critics. And of course, their logic has more holes than a donut shop.
Despite the projected and much-needed revenue, opponents say legalizing pot will only add to social woes. "The last thing we need is yet another mind-altering substance to be legalized," says John Lovell, lobbyist for the California Peace Officers' Association. "We have enough problems with alcohol and abuse of pharmaceutical products: do we really need to add yet another mind-altering substance to the array?"
Oh, he's right. I keep forgetting. No one is currently using marijuana because it's illegal.
Pot is, after all, California's biggest cash crop, responsible for $14 billion in annual sales, dwarfing the state's second largest agricultural commodity - milk and cream - which brings in $7.3 billion annually, according to the most recent USDA statistics.
As Orange County Superior Court Judge James Gray said, "we couldn't make this drug any more available if we tried."
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Baby Swapin'
Pardon my lack of links to substantiate what I'm saying but I've had a hard week at work and I'm drunk tired.
But I've got to say, if what txrad told me is true about Cat Cora, I'm proud. That is just fucking amazing and soooo 21st century.
OK, I lied about not having a link. Fox News. Where else did you expect a link from konagod? It's fixed so it's gotta be good.
But I've got to say, if what txrad told me is true about Cat Cora, I'm proud. That is just fucking amazing and soooo 21st century.
OK, I lied about not having a link. Fox News. Where else did you expect a link from konagod? It's fixed so it's gotta be good.
Monday, March 09, 2009
From Which Big Juicy Succulent Heirloom Tomatoes Come
I find it hard not to be utterly fascinated by sprouting seeds which eventually become huge plants bearing food.
It's been about 2 weeks since I planted a bunch of heirloom tomato seeds from packs dated 2005. I had given up hope and this weekend I planted some newer seeds. This morning we had a brief rain shower and suddenly I see a tomato sprouting. This is obviously from the old batch as it's too soon for Saturday's seeds to be sprouting.
It's funny -- this one already has little tomato hairs on the green stalk!
It's been about 2 weeks since I planted a bunch of heirloom tomato seeds from packs dated 2005. I had given up hope and this weekend I planted some newer seeds. This morning we had a brief rain shower and suddenly I see a tomato sprouting. This is obviously from the old batch as it's too soon for Saturday's seeds to be sprouting.
It's funny -- this one already has little tomato hairs on the green stalk!
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Hot Test
Rare is the day when I feel like the Sunday New York Times is worth five bucks. At least the fashion magazines provide some entertainment. What's up with the Burberry ad? I associate that label with 60-ish men, usually British, stodgy, conservative, and at the very least, graying hair. The guy on the right gets my hot vote of the day for best windswept hair.
I enjoy thumbing through the magazines looking for the most ridiculous outfit. Here's my pick for today. Who would wear this shit? It's like the guy went to the wildest all-night party of his life, somehow lost his clothes, and had to put on whatever he could find from a clown's closet.
I enjoy thumbing through the magazines looking for the most ridiculous outfit. Here's my pick for today. Who would wear this shit? It's like the guy went to the wildest all-night party of his life, somehow lost his clothes, and had to put on whatever he could find from a clown's closet.
Hot? Or Not?
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Friday Saturday Pussy Blog
Yes, I have eyes. I know the bowls are empty and it's 5:45. Tiger will sometimes butt my hand as I'm dispensing food because that will cause me to spill extra food into his bowl. Clever boy.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Focus on Marriage Scams
Can someone explain this bullshit to me? $25 to see your marriage through "the eyes of God?"
Let me guess. Gay couples, legally married or not, probably won't be in attendance.
But I am curious as to what they are serving for lunch.
txrad's grandmother founded that church.
Let me guess. Gay couples, legally married or not, probably won't be in attendance.
But I am curious as to what they are serving for lunch.
txrad's grandmother founded that church.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
The Bouncy Rush Limbaugh
I just have one thing to say to Keith Olbermann and others: make it stop. I'm tired of seeing it. If the point is to generate disgust among liberals, you have succeeded. If you persist, I might be shopping for a new TV soon, if you get my drift.
And for those few of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I'll do something unfathomable and post a clip here. You can watch it. I sure as hell will not. I really don't want it on my blog.
On 2nd thought, I'm not posting the video, just a link.
And for those few of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I'll do something unfathomable and post a clip here. You can watch it. I sure as hell will not. I really don't want it on my blog.
On 2nd thought, I'm not posting the video, just a link.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
RIP blackdog
I found out after work tonight that one of my co-bloggers at Big Brass Blog has died today. Brad Turner was his real name and he lived in Arkansas, so we shared that connection since I grew up there.
Since starting my latest job back in July I haven't spent as much time over at BBB as I used to, and I rarely contribute a blog post these days. I hadn't had any exchange of comments with him in quite a while as a result. And that makes the news doubly sad.
Sometimes you just wish you had the opportunity for a proper farewell. Those are rare as it turns out.
Brad was only 53.
Since starting my latest job back in July I haven't spent as much time over at BBB as I used to, and I rarely contribute a blog post these days. I hadn't had any exchange of comments with him in quite a while as a result. And that makes the news doubly sad.
Sometimes you just wish you had the opportunity for a proper farewell. Those are rare as it turns out.
Brad was only 53.
Monday, March 02, 2009
The March Lion Roars
I've been complaining because our temperature went from around 90 on Friday to the 50s over the weekend, with ghastly gusting winds, and we're sitting in the upper 20s this morning. But none of this white stuff, thankfully.
In fact, our week is looking pretty good! I hereby proclaim the arrival of SPRING!
In fact, our week is looking pretty good! I hereby proclaim the arrival of SPRING!
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Facebook Pals
I discovered today that our lesbian neighbors each have a Facebook page. I got daring and sent them a friend request and both were accepted.
I've already received an invitation to join the Dildo Diaries.
God, I LOVE Facebook!
How many people have Facebook friends that live next door? I have one friend that does. It can be rather awkward if you want to step outside and discuss the latest. What if they are listening in?
It's like.... if they are paying attention then they can anticipate my next move, right?
Where's the goddamn Carole King album when I need it?
I've already received an invitation to join the Dildo Diaries.
God, I LOVE Facebook!
How many people have Facebook friends that live next door? I have one friend that does. It can be rather awkward if you want to step outside and discuss the latest. What if they are listening in?
It's like.... if they are paying attention then they can anticipate my next move, right?
Where's the goddamn Carole King album when I need it?
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