Seriously?

Can I just say I hope to all things sacred and holy that this bullshit mancrunch commercial is just that... bullshit? I mean, I'm all for coming down on a company (CBS) for not being LGBT inclusive, but if this commercial was a serious application to be in the Superbowl ad lineup, thank GOD it was rejected.

There's no place like the city just to the south of the place you call home

The restaurant that I used to work for had two locations within 20 minutes of each other. One day I had to go to the other location, in the city, for a delivery or a a pickup or whatever. It was winter, so there was a drastic reduction in the number of parking spots available along the streets. Snow. Lots and lots of snow. So I found a parking spot and used it. I was only going to be in the restaurant for about 10 minutes, so no biggie, I assumed. Boy was I wrong.

Turns out, it was the courthouse's parking lot and I had taken the spot of an employee who was returning from lunch, Uh oh. I get back to my car and it's blocked by the employee's car. Shit. Some old, fat security grump comes out and starts yelling at me about how it's a crime to park there, that I was stupid for not reading the sign (which was very, very old and was difficult to read in the first place) and really doing a bang-up job of representing the government.

He goes back inside to get the guy who had blocked me in. The guy comes out, all smiles, shakes my hand and says "hey, don't worry about it... I left my keys in the ignition so you could move the cars around, but I guess I should have left a note."

And that, that right there, is why I love this state.

Stream of... Something

As I sit here, watching Season 1 Episode 8 of Ally McBeal (...yeah, that's right.) I realize something.

Two things.

One, is that I am more drunk than I thought I was. Hm.

Two, I realize that the more I talk about sex, the more this blog will be read.

But do I want this blog to be read. I don't know the answer to that, so I figure an experiment is in order. Not yet though. I am too drunk to accurately write about my sexual exploits. Right now at least.

I am sitting in an apartment right now with two people that I admire greatly. One is a woman who has involved herself in numerous campaigns and is at the point in her career where she can be showered with job offers, decline them all and know that her reputation is not in jeopardy.

The other is a guy. A guy whom I consider to be my older brother. And I have never told him this because I feel that he would be insulted by me calling him my older brother (because he is older, yet trying I think to cling to his youth). But I feel so much affection for him and he is the kind of person I imagine an older brother to be. He... is just great.

As the oldest of four, I don't know what an older brother should feel like. Which opens up a whole host of guilt, in that I feel like I should have been a much better older to my siblings.

I get the feeling that this post is exposing more of myself than I have before. And that comforts me. I feel like I'm chatting with a friend, but I'm really just chatting with myself,

I like you.

"When you make love to a guy, do you look him in the eyes?"

YES.

Calista Flockhart just seems goofy on Ally McBeal after watching her on Brothers and Sisters.

(I am currently downloading the complete series of Ally McBeal, so I look forward to watching it in it's entirety. That and "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia".)

LINES. We are drawing lines.

Alive!

...ish. Getting over something-or-other while starting a new job and being courted by several other employers... apparently high-ranking political officials have much more faith in my abilities as an organizer than I do!

Shame about Massachusetts... first Teabagging Senator? I'd be willing to bet not technically the first (if you get my meaning) but... seriously! Why do off-year and special elections fuck Dems so painfully hard.