Sep 262007
 

After months of on-again, off-again labor, and marathon sessions in the final week before Fest, the chainmail shirt was finally completed and proudly worn on Saturday. Aaron looked stylishly monkish in his new friar’s robes as well. Frank joined us from Chicago for the weekend, and we spent almost all of Saturday, 11am to 11pm, drinking.

And drinking.

And drinking.



Sep 242007
 

I blame synnerman for this…

Your Score: The Seventh Doctor

You scored 41% intelligence, 44% compassion, 25% sense of humor, and 8% weirdness!

You’re a well-rounded “multi-purpose” kind of Time Lord. You enjoy a laugh every now and then, but you know when to stop fooling around and become indignant, devious, compassionate, or just downright unpredictable at the appropriate times. Your turn-ons include question marks, trilled rrrr’s, and people who enjoy a good doff of the hat every now and then. Your turn-offs include burnt toast, train stations, unrequited love, and metallo-organic creatures who like to plunder Earth in search of powerful, ancient artifacts that will give them dominion over the cosmos. This happens more often than one might think.

Link: The Which Doctor Who Are You? Test written by TottersLane on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test
Sep 132007
 

The “believers” are up in arms over Kathy Griffin’s Emmy remarks.

Of course they are. It’s what they do. Keep the CPC on hot standby, ready to be incensed at a moment’s notice! There’s not a joke, statement, or question that contains the word “Jesus” or “God” that they can’t twist into the perception of a deadly insult to their religion. *I* thought what she said was hilarious, but then I’m a godless gay heathen destined for a hell I don’t believe in. *rolls eyes*

Do yourselves a favor people, and get a life. Better yet, do the rest of us a favor and get an afterlife. The sooner the better.

Sep 112007
 

There’s a vengeful arachnid lurking somewhere in or near our bed, whose wrath has descended upon me in the form of two bites over the last two nights; one on the side of the neck, and one on my left hip. Time to strip the sheets and check behind the wall hanging over the bed. I’d vacuum thoroughly, but one of Aaron’s socks got sucked into the cleaner last week, and is wound inextricably around the motor. Buying a new vacuum is NOT something I want to spend money on at the moment, but what better justification for getting a Dyson?

The venom from the bites must be causing some funky dreams, because this morning I’d won $211 million in a lottery and was sitting in a sexy black convertible, somewhere in downtown Chicago, looking up at the stars. I hadn’t actually claimed the money yet, and was keeping the ticket hidden for the moment. Aaron was afraid that that kind of money would ruin our relationship, and I was debating destroying the ticket for that reason.

Of course in real life I would never be so stupid as to not claim $211 million, or any million for that matter. I’m pretty certain that sudden ludicrous wealth wouldn’t hurt our relationship but, even if it did, 211 megabucks buys a lot of marriage counseling.

That dream flowed into some kind of military/alien/end-of-the-world thing which I can’t remember anymore, but I do know it was pretty exciting.


I haven’t thought much about 9/11 today, or my father, who died on 9/11/02. I remember that I was showering when my ex Jay came home before even getting to work, and told me that terrorists had just flown planes into the WTC. I thought he was fucking with me until I went out to the TV.

Later that day I drove down to the Red Cross office in Taylor to see about giving blood, and I got this eerie and overwhelming sense of being connected with everyone else on the road. Everyone’s driving was subdued and polite (shocked, most likely) and I felt like everyone around me was family. Even stranger, I sensed that everyone else felt the exact same way. I guess that’s what “united” means in its purest sense.

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