Month: August 2003 (Page 1 of 6)

It’s supposed to cool down into the 70s this weekend here in the Madison area. Amazingly, this is the same weekend I’m flying to Las Vegas for the annual Labor Day family reunion. Crazy? Insane? Demented? You tell me.

Actually I’m looking forward to meeting Monique and going on a photo safari around Vegas with her. I can’t imagine a better guide to the city. Still, we agreed on instant message the other night that either of us could possibly be a “nutcase,” so we should watch out. I’ll let you know how things go, assuming she doesn’t stash my remains in her freezer. 🙂

Back Monday night. Stay well, everyone.

The other day I saw a promo for a typical Lifetime movie: the mother is trying to stop the daughter from having sex too young, and meanwhile the mother gets pregnant.

Daughter (in tears): How come what you say doesn’t apply to YOU!
Mother (indignantly): I’m 38 years old!

I watched this and I thought, am I *really* that old? I don’t feel like I am. I feel like I’m, at best, in my early 20s. I’ve felt like I had my whole life ahead of me for years, and now I look around and realize, half of it is gone.

Here’s to a really good second half.

Droopy Joe

Is it just me, or does Joe Lieberman remind anyone else of Droopy Dog?

Today, while browsing in Half Price Books waiting to meet Kevin for dinner, I purchased a cookbook containing nothing but recipes for macaroni and cheese.

Clearly I need help.

Waving my arms

The estimable John Kusch has been writing some great stuff surrounding his testimony last week against Wisconsin’s proposed “Defense of Marriage” bill. Among the important questions he considers: What is a family? Who owns marriage?

John’s technically on hiatus until October, but I for one am glad he’s not too strict with it. As our friend Nicole said in his comments, “I’m proud of you, and I’m proud that I know you. I’m also glad that you use your powers for good instead of evil.”

Boy Meets Boy

Tonight I realized I’ve watched the entire run of the pseudo-gay dating show “Boy Meets Boy” on Bravo and I haven’t written about it once. Not sure why that is – maybe it’s because I thought it was a niche product in the pop culture canon, and people would not have seen it.

The funny thing about this show is, on the one hand I despise everything it stands for. But on the other hand, I can’t look away. (I guess that’s sort of the same for all “reality” programming, but especially this show.)

Making half of the “mates” that pretty but brain-freezingly bland James has to choose from straight is an evil tactic. On the one hand, how much more evil is it than the rest of the reality snakepit? Does James really think he’ll be meeting the love of his life here? (Sometimes I think he does.) But in some ways it does seem worse than the average reality show twist – would they even think of sneaking in some lesbians for Joe Millionaire to choose from?

As it is, the show appeals to the absolute worst in both gay and straight audiences. Watch the gay guy get humiliated! Spend lots of time guessing who’s gay! It’s an endless buffet of pain.

But yet I can’t stop watching. For anyone who has seen the show, I predict that Franklin is the straight one. (See how I’m buying into it? I hate myself. 🙂

I might have to rethink my career plans after reading this story.

Is it just me, or have you noticed the internet being sort of sluggish and glitchy lately (since the blackout maybe?)? I’ve been getting tons of intermittent “server not found” errors on sites I go to regularly. It’s like that light switch that sort of works most of the time. Weird.

Quote of the day

“There’s a reason bodies don’t come with pictures on them.”

-Michele Brisack, commenting on what I’ve come to call the “buttcrack tattoo” on a passing halter-topped woman

Big shocker of the day: Fox News has dropped its baseless lawsuit against Al Franken (whose book arrived in an Amazon box for me today).

“It’s time to return Al Franken to the obscurity that he’s normally accustomed to,” Fox News spokeswoman Irena Steffen said.

Sniveling right-wing weasels.