Note to my bus driver from this afternoon: a little patchouli goes a REALLY long way…

Unrelated: a friend of mine asked if I was going to the Castro for Halloween tonight. OK, it wasn’t a very close friend, but still. Everyone knows I go out of my way to avoid the Castro even at the most inocuous of times. Why on earth would I go down there on a night when the streets would be full of half a million people, 499,992 of whom would really get on my nerves?

So there are these people who have been protesting in front of the building where I work part-time. They’re apparently not happy with the property management company which runs the building for hiring a certain contractor. It’s a cute protest; they have a giant inflatable rat to symbolize “rat contractor”.

Their issues are that this contractor has no respect for labor, the community, nor people’s families. Unfortunately, they seem completely unable to tell anyone WHY they feel this way. I took one of their flyers, hoping it might shed some light on the subject and offer some specifics. It didn’t; all it said was pretty much that “they are bad and we don’t like them…waaahhhh…”

Maybe the contractor really is completely and totally evil. I’d never know from their protest and I’d be hard-pressed to care. I guess they’re operating on the assumption that passers-by will naturally be appalled by any hint of labor or human rights violations, whether backed by any specific evidence or not.

In San Francisco, where gullability rules, conspiracy theories are gospel, and critical thinking is too often an afterthought, it’s probably a pretty safe tactic…

I got this message too and fear others may have gotten it by having websites I link to. This is, by the way, not an ordinary spammer; he used my email form to send it to me individually. I read him the riot act, and after three rounds of email, he managed to sound out all the words and realize he’d done something sort of stupid…

Note to clueless idiot: the fact that you did a Yahoo search on the term “sex club” does not necessarily indicate that every page found will be owned by a sex club or will even be about sex clubs in any way. Nor will the links found on said page…

Wow. Context. What an interesting and elusive concept…

I would never email someone from a website without actually reading a significant portion of what he or she had to say first. But then again, I don’t have a large sex club building I need to unload quickly…

 

Y’know, it’s touchy meeting someone I really like and talking about it on the website, especially since I’m known for a sort of detached cynicism and the slightest trace of irony. I come off sounding either insincere or unnervingly gooey. Therefore I’m not going to try at all right now. So there…

I’m home. All in all, I think it was the best weekend I’ve ever spent in Fresno, but that’s all I’m saying tonight because the sleep deprivation side effects are kicking in. Pictures, commentary and all that sort of thing tomorrow. Perhaps…

You may resume your email now. And I’ll resume answering it at my own pace…