Larry Q. Craig

Hee hee hee! I almost feel sorry for the guy -- how awful to go though life so obviously hating yourself so much -- but then I remember that he's been so vociferously against gay rights.

Priceless.

She's meandering in the right direction at first, maybe, if she's hinting that some schools don't have enough resources. But "the Iraq"? "U.S. Americans"? Hee hee hee.

Whoa

This is about as convincing as Liberace doing James Brown.

Five Questions for Me

These come from Timothy J. Lambert, co-author of The Deal (a delightful novel which I've just re-read) and several other novels (many of which are winging their ways to me from Amazon).

1. In a room upon a high shelf rests a box. Inside is the one thing that will make your life perfect. Do you open it, and if so, what's in there?

I'd like to say that I wouldn't, because the fun of life is in the surprises and all that bullshit, but I know myself better than that. I'm the one who snuck into my dad's home office to peek at all my Christmas presents -- even swapping out new comics with ones I'd already owned for a while.

2. The producer who's making a movie based on your life is on the phone and wants to know which Cole Porter song to use as the title track for the film. Which song do you advise him to use?

"Where Are the Men?" from Anything Goes

3. Oh no, you died. You're being considered for sainthood. You'll be the Patron Saint of...what?

Unfortunate Attraction to Straight Guys

4. Isn't it romantic? If so, what is it? If not, what would make it romantic?

It's not. "It" is a vague antecedent. ... OK, if I must, a nice, home-cooked dinner for two.

5. Mom Cher told us what she'd do if she could turn back time. What would you do if you could turn back time?

Not take that last shot of Tuaca from the plastic penis shot glass on my birthday.

No, I hadn't been drinking

So the other night, I found myself dreaming about my ex. (Minds out of the gutters, folks.)

He sent me an IM -- not knowing that I'd be there, of course, because I remain invisible to him, even in dreamworld -- to tell me that he was leaving town. We got into a conversation about why he was leaving town, and he told me he was going underground with a Native American activist.

I woke up right after that and saw that I had only been asleep for an hour. I know he's been on my mind lately -- running into him unexpectedly in public will do that -- but a tribal activist? WTF?

Actual work

I swear, I am working today, but on things that just demand that I take a little brain-saving break every once in a while. Anyway, here's the full Symphony staff at Cadillac Ranch during Kimbo Week in June. Sue & Darryl (in the black shirts on the right) painted the lead Cadillac in about 2 hours, then had to wait another 2 hours for me to get Kimbo out to the Ranch. Sorry about the sunburns!

Barack Obama at Logo's Presidential Forum

I'm still trying to figure out who I'm going to vote for, but I keep going back to this man. I'm thoroughly frustrated that none of the major candidates will either come out in favor of gay marriage or more clearly acknowledge that the reason they haven't is strictly political. But still, he gives me hope.



Edited to add: And then I read things like this cogent argument and I get frustrated all over again. Civil unions are nothing more than separate-but-equal stopgaps -- not good enough.

Meep meep meep MEEEEEPPPP