Great, now my neighbor thinks I’m a prevert

One of my very favorite things to do when bored is read the Craigslist “casual encounters” section (of lots of different cities to chuckle at the colloquialisms) and get my laugh on at all the creative ways people ask strangers on the internet to have sex with them.

Often the entries with photos are quite hilarious.

Just now I was laughing at a photo of a man’s junk measured up next to a soda can (classier than a ruler!), and I heard a door slam. I looked back and realized that my windows are wide open, and I saw the blinds on the balcony door at my neighbor’s place swinging. Lucky her, she’s got a perfect view into my living room and of my computer screen.

Frivolous television update

Ace of Cakes is pretty much the best show ever. Hipsters making awesome cakes in Baltimore. It does not get much better.

If Nick Anderson declines my proposal of marriage, I will gladly extend it to Geof.

We’re doooooomed!

I just watched the replay of the Republican YouTube debate from last night.

As usual, I have some poorly thought out and superficial observations, based on my incomplete viewing because freaking Headline News Local Edition kept cutting in to tell me about Hannah Montana and the cold front that’s coming.

• WTF is Mitt Romney’s hair made of? Cellophane? Robot cellophane?

• I have always had a soft spot for John McCain, even though he can be an ass and even though I completely disagree with his take on the war (and his contention that “they’ll follow us home” — what, they can’t find their way now?) and the way he is sometimes so friggin’ smarmy. So it hurts me to see him saddened by his colleagues’ ridiculous hedging re: torture. You know he is the one person on that stage to whom the concept of torture is more than a concept. It also hurts to hear him talk about how he used to use guns, but doesn’t have one anymore (but I know that’s probably a carefully focus-grouped answer to appeal to mushy liberal types spying on these debates).

• Duncan Hunter clocked roughly eight words during the whole thing.

• Creepiest moment of the debate? There were several, but possibly topping them all was Romney’s “I have two guns in my home; they are owned by my son Josh, hnyah hnyah hnyah.” See for yourself (it’s near the end of the clip):

• Second creepiest moment? Tancredo watching his campaign video. It’s like watching him watching a video of himself masturbating. I am so sorry I just put that image in your head.

• I like Fred Thompson’s sense of humor. Too bad he stands for everything I hate. Dude, Roe v. Wade is the No. 1 thing the country needs to tackle? Are you fucking serious, Rich Old White Man?

• I like Ron Paul’s take on a lot of issues, but his skirting the issue on whether a woman should be charged with a crime if she got an abortion (if abortion was to be made illegal) was seriously cowardly. Note to pro-lifers — if you’re going to outlaw something, you HAVE to come up with punishments for those who break the law. Otherwise, STFU. And Mitt Romney saying that Roe v. Wade should be overturned and the abortion decision returned to the states, but that he’d be happy to sign a federal abortion ban nearly made my head asplode.

• Mike Huckabee is kinda hokey when he gets to talkin’ ’bout Jesus, but he had a classic one-liner and was just rhetorically on-point for the most part. I still think he’s being a dumbass about his take on homosexuality and same-sex marriage, but I get that that goes with the Jesus schtick.

• I want to marry Nick Anderson.

• Kudos to the kid who asked the Confederate flag question. I love to watch politicians squirm at this question. It’s essentially a no-win: Say the flag isn’t racist and you will be pilloried as racist. Say it is and you risk losing that tantalizing bloc of hyperdefensive, working-class Southern white dudes that has become convinced that the Left is being run by gays and women who are on the rag. Squirm away, sirs!

Oh, and I think the bit about the two Americas and Romney wanting to throw something at his TV is fucking priceless. Get angry, Mitt! Throw some shit around when you’re reminded than not everyone is as rich and privileged as you are! We’re all in this boat together, except for the schleps who are stuck swimming. (For more on Mitt’s totally clueless perception of the class war, see his response to the question about black-on-black violence.)

• I swear, the Republican take on gay people is damn near cavemanesque. They’re going to boo a man who served for forty-plus years (and is openly gay) because he reminded them that every day, two people are discharged from the service not for misconduct, but for being gay? FUCK THAT. (I can only hope they’re booing the deplorable actions the officer is describing, not the officer himself.)

• Yankees, Sox, blah blah sports-as-metaphor-for-election hooey.

In conclusion, fuck all these assholes.

More video here. The sexy highlights are here.

Day 331 — Jewelry

[for Tuesday, Nov. 27]

jewelry — nov 27

My jewelry collection still proudly includes items I got when I was in second grade (the turquoise Mardi Gras beads), a necklace my father wore when he was a kid (the leather-and-chunky-beads ensemble), love beads my mom wore in the ’70s (the pink and light green beads), and damn near every seed bead I’ve ever bought at Wal-Mart.

Obviously I’m not a big fan of “real” jewelry.

Project 365

Memory Monday

I swear, I make it through my digital clutter at an even slower pace than my physical clutter.

Here’s a (silent) video I found of Felix and Gonzo playing back in the spring of 2005. Gonzo’s been gone nearly a year now, believe it or not.

Man, oh man, I miss him a lot.

Havenwood

havenwood sunset

I’m clicking through digital pictures taken back in ’03/’04 or so, preparing to burn them to discs and get them off my hard drive. There are lots of pics of ferrets, lots of funny gas-station shots Phil took at Daily’s, and lots of pics of The Kids working and boozin’ it up. I rocked the gold eye shadow back then pretty much every day.

Those were good times.