Friday, November 03, 2006

late evening

Idiot of the Day - Reverend Ted Haggard

The Rev. Ted Haggard admitted Friday he bought methamphetamine and received a massage from a male prostitute. But the influential Christian evangelist insisted he threw the drugs away and never had sex with the man.

Firstly, he’s an idiot for buying meth.  Secondly, he’s an idiot for buying meth and throwing it away.  I have this lovely bridge I’d like to sell him too.  Thirdly, he’s an idiot for going back to buy meth a second time, because that first meth he threw away (bwahaha) was so addictive.  Fourthly, he’s an idiot for thinking that anyone will believe any more of these “family values” people who say they’re not having teh h0m0 sex when their brethren aren’t watching.  What does this insidious self-loathing caused by religion and/or right-wing politics do to these people?  They’d rather preach, vote, scream, or write against same sex marriage, yet their own lives spiral out of control because they’re so afraid. 

Hey, come out of the closet, it’s fine out here.  Today, my girlfriend and I went to a minor league hockey game, sat amongst families with young children, and no one turned to stone anywhere near us.  Well, the Wranglers played the first two periods like they were made of stone, but that’s another story.  Then, afterwards, on the way home, we stopped at Von’s grocery store.  We bought a few items (one of them will be its very own blog entry, it’s just that special - I think I may have written about it before, but now, I have photographic evidence), and the checker, whom we haven’t seen in months told us how much she’d missed us.  It happens all the time.  You don’t have to be religious, you don’t have to spout faux family values, you just have to live them...and be nice to people.  We’re always together, so I assume everyone knows we’re a couple, yet still, people go out of their way to tell us that they’ve missed us.  Strangers.  Just people we see around town at Starbucks or the grocery store.  Perhaps we need to give some family values lessons to Rev. Ted, Jim Gibbons, Mark Foley, Newt Gingrich (really, is there anything lower than serving your wife with divorce papers while she’s in the hospital and just had cancer surgery?), et al.  Oh, and I do mean I could go on and on.

So, the moral of our story is:  if you’re going to buy illegal drugs (which, in and of itself, is illegal), just use them and enjoy them.  I don’t recommend meth though, not that I’ve tried it, but have you seen these pictures of people on meth?.  Ick.  Our second moral (yay!  tonight we get two because I’m feelin’ all preachy) is:  if you’re going to have gay sex, and pay for it, just get your butt (heh) out of the closet and be gay.  Then, the sex is free, and even better, GUILT-free.

evening

Helly, This One’s For You

The first two periods of the game were dull as a dirt, and we were surrounded by small children (in the first and second rows!!!), but the pretzels and cheese made up for that. 

And then, the third period started with the Wranglers down 2-0.  They looked slow and not very, uh, team-y.  Then, in the last twelve minutes, I believe it was, they scored four goals and won 4-2 over the horribly logoed Victoria Salmon Kings.  Whooo!

lunch time

Off To The Wranglers’ Game

Will NaBloPoMo when I return.  So this counts, ha!

the wee hours

Tomorrow (er, Today for the Rest of you), a Full Day

Tonight, I vote.  But electronic voting, so will it really count?  I’m voting for Dina Titus, and I was even before Jim Gibbons self-destructed with his illegal nannygate hypocrisy ("I’m for the strictest border controls, well, unless my kids need a nanny, then, well, never mind"), his stupidity of having drinks with a semi-hot cocktail waitress (in a cocktail waitress kind of way) and then walking her to her car, while she was supposedly DRUNK (no matter what happened, he walked a drunk to a weapon of mass destruction), and then there’s the scumbag politics of putting secret cash in pockets of our local politicians.  It seems to be a Republican epidemic in Las Vegas, if not the whole country.  The only thing I have against the Democratic candidate is that I don’t like her accent or her hair.  Othewise, I like her policies and her quick wit.  Jim Gibbons has neither.  I’m also voting in favor of legalizing marijuana - safer than alcohol, and no would should be driving under the influence no matter what they’re on.  So, let people have pot.  Also, no on 4, yes on 5.  I’m sick and tired of the disgusting smell of cigarette smoke in my grocery stores.  People can gamble at the casinos, or they can gamble at the store and NOT smoke.  I don’t want to enter a place that sells FOOD and encounter the stale stench.  Oh, and mom, vote for DEMOCRATS.  I don’t care how lovely John Ensign looks in his lab coat that he hasn’t worn in ten years, he’s still a jerk.

After that, we’re going to our annual season opener for the Las Vegas Wranglers ECHL hockey team.  It’s always a good time.  We’ll miss Helly & Alan, but we’ll console ourselves with soft pretzels and cheese.  It won’t be the same, but it’ll have to do.  But H&A, come back soon and bring Nancy & Mark.  The season is long, you have until April to get here.  Please oh please oh please.

Look, it’s us and the fabric softener smelling The Duke, the Wranglers mascot.  We like him!

Thursday, November 02, 2006

early evening

Things I Miss About Places I’ve Lived

The San Fernando Valley, where I grew up:  I miss all my old friends (well, not all of them, but most of them), Tommy’s (or Tommie’s - two different spellings, the same food) Chili Burgers and fries, having professional sports teams nearby, our old house, The Holiday Theater (before it turned into an auto supply warehouse), Thrifty’s (where we used to get 5 cent ice-cream cones...and where John stole Silly Putty for me and got caught, so we were kicked out for “life” - hey, he did it on his own, and I had no part of it, even though I got in trouble too), Farrell’s Ice-Cream Parlour (I liked the candy dots on paper), and other stuff I can’t remember right now.

San Francisco & Pacifica:  I miss the fog!  Mostly the fog.  Also, in Pacifica, the cheesiest parade ever at the Pacifica Fog Fest (it was only a block away from our house, so we didn’t have to deal with the hassle of parking), the most average pier in the history of piers (well, at least to me, I don’t fish), watching out the window when the tide was high and there were surprisingly large waves that caught people off guard and drenched them (this was very very entertaining), Camelot Fish & Chips (yum!), and the crappy grocery store off Oceana Blvd (I think) that had a great claw machine where we won a ton of stuffed animals we didn’t need.  In San Francisco, I miss more fog, and the view of the Bay from the top of 24th St in Noe Valley (where we lived, on Grand View...and it is), with the fog rolling in through both sides of the city, Tom’s Peasant Pies, Nirvana on Castro, The Animal Company (when Steve & Gary were there), the parking lot Nazi at Bell Market (we had to trick him in order to get a mocha from Spinelli’s), Scribbledoodles on 24th, decent public transportation, and the ability to get to lots of cool places in a very short period of time...without a car, even.  Oh, and heh, the Folsom Street Fair.  It’s something that everyone should visit at least once in their lifetime.  As for why we no longer live in Noe Valley - check out the rents, and don’t even think about buying unless you’ve won the lottery.