I’ve done a bit of remodeling. Some minor fine-tuning will still have to happen, but I think it’s gonna have to wait until after the weekend. Let me know if you have any really horrible problems…
Mark left early to go do that Father’s Day thing. I’ve already called my dad too, and now (unless I get a little more motivated to do laundry) I have the rest of the day to ponder life. Or watch TV. After all, that “Father Knows Best” marathon is on again tonight. And you know how excited that gets me…
Weekend highlights:
- Sister Betty’s birthday bash, where I not only got to eat miniature Krackels and windmill cookies (among my favorites) but also ran into a couple of old friends I hadn’t seen in a while, one of them a Devious Bi and one of them a Steve.
- A seven-dollar breakfast at one of the last remaining Lyon’s, consisting of four pancakes, three eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, and hash browns.
- Dinner with Dan, Jamie, and Mark at Rocco’s on Friday night.
- Grapes on sale for 97¢ a pound at Safeway. Yes, I’m eating some now.
And the slight down side:
- Mild gastointestinal distress all weekend. Most likely gluttony-induced.
- Not getting that Father’s Day present delivered on time.
And then there’s the particularly appealing fact that I got to wake up at random moments in the middle of the night seeing that boy curled up next to me and realizing it will be an every night thing before too long. But that was mushy. And I wouldn’t want Rick to lose his banana pudding on graduation day. Congratulations, by the way…
After two days of not looking at it, I’ve also decided I like my new design. If any of you hate it, all I can say is, well, too bad…
Something I really don’t understand: the appeal of all these TV documentaries trying to offer scientific substantiation of Bible stories. The faithful are going to believe the Biblical account whether or not there’s scientific evidence supporting it. And aetheists aren’t going to care how much that rock formation may resemble someone’s idea of what an ark looks like. Given that neither the believers nor the non-believers are likely to be swayed, who are they trying to convince anyway?
Anyone who disagrees with the idea that hate crime laws are tantamount to government legislation of individual thought should ponder this: in just about every state, you will face a stiffer penalty for murder if that murder occurred while you were also committing another crime (say, armed robbery). Hate crime legislation essentially places certain unpopular THOUGHTS in the same category with violent crimes…
I was sort of horrified to read recently that California has a law specifically banning the burning of a cross on someone else’s property “for the purpose of terrorizing the owner or occupant.” Why, pray tell, would it be legal to burn ANYTHING on ANYONE else’s property without their permission, regardless of motive? Doing so is just about always a threat, both to public safety and to the neighbor in question, and it’s most definitely not free speech…
Bad idea: waiting until the last minute to do some domain-related stuff for a friend, thinking it will take about five minutes and then realizing that the system by which his registrar makes these changes is disturbingly convoluted and that nothing is working…
Sometimes I long to be one of those people with good old-fashioned, simple, AOL-type problems, like wondering why I can’t switch between my “manhole4u” and “2q2bstr8” screen names, or why I never seem to score anything from any of those “win the lottery” email messages I keep answering…
So Rich took much better pictures than I did…
It’s a little ego-deflating when the first semi-active Message Board thread (OK, it’s just me and one other person, but still…) in months is spurred not by anything I wrote, but by my reaction to another essay…
Alas…
Caught an intersting movie tonight. Any flick from 1964 which features a line like “I don’t care if he enjoyed carnal knowlege of a McCormick reaper” can’t be all bad…
I was taking a crap a week or so back (sorry) and reading the almanac in my bathroom. I discovered that a Phish concert in some swamp in Florida was one of the top five grossing concerts in America in 2001. I pondered standing in a swamp with 50,000 smelly, stoned hippie wannabes listening to Phish and decided that it might be as close as I’d ever come to hell…
Tonight when I was out doing my errands, I pondered standing in the middle of a South of Market or Castro Street dance floor during Identity Politics Weekend, surrounded by thousands of virtually identical men in virtually identical white tank tops (and virtually identical stages of chemical meltdown), and I realized this just might give the Phish concert a run for its money…
By the time I got home, I was very relieved that (a) I don’t believe in hell, and (b) I’ll be in Fresno on the weekend of the 28th…
I think this is as much of a “pride” rant as I’ll bother with this year…
Just finished an interview with the Chronicle. My name may well be appearing in a pride-related story next week, and my input has nothing whatsoever to do with homosexuality. I’m rather amused by this, but that’s all I’m saying. Frankly, the issue of whether or not I like boys never once came up…
All in all, though, it was a very forgettable Thursday, the conclusion of a very forgettable week. Oddly enough, it’s made me strangely tired…
Just went to move my car, and it was freezing outside. I like it. It’s gloomy and foggy and it’s making all the murder movies from the 1940s on TCM tonight even more enjoyable…
If I could just manage a little thunderstorm. OK, a big thunderstorm…