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Neon Bible

I’m not really late to the party on this one – I’ve just been blogging about other things, as you might have read.

Cenk Uygur had a good post two weeks ago on the Huffington Post regarding gay marriage.  As you might imagine, there are bible references all around it and included in his piece.

No offense to Mr. Uygur, but this is nothing new.  But I am always glad to hear the reinforcement of the argument, since we always hear the one line of ‘man lying down with man’ or the ‘Adam and Steve’ comment.

Yes, there isn’t tons (if anything) new in Uygur’s post, but it brought me back to a scene in the West Wing, where Jed Bartlet rattled off similar references to a thinly veiled Laura Schlessinger-like character.  It’s quite a fun scene to watch.

Even by the time Aaron Sorkin wrote this episode, things like this had been going around, thanks to the internets.  But the West Wing probably provided the biggest audience for folks to see something of this nature.

Naturally, I have never seen any right wing nut job or christian conservative come back with any response to one or more of these other bible quotes.  Most likely, they really don’t have answers to or for them.

Anyway, I’m happy to keep the momentum going and call out the hypocrites when necessary.

Song by:  the Arcade Fire

Races are Run

Yes, nothing says, “Get Out the Vote”, like a male adult movie “star”, who happens to be French and cannot actually vote.

At least the leather clad jock wearing cohort are voting for Obama too. I guess he is a uniter!

I was looking at some of my blog stats and someone was looking at this post from about a year and a half ago in particular.

There is nothing special about the post per se, except for maybe the second to last paragraph.  I hate to say “I told you so”, but……….

I still may be proven wrong. I hope I am.  According to the 538 national polls, Obama is up anywhere between 3-15%.  You have to assume a 3% margin of error for any of these, and I don’t know which is traditionally the most reliable poll.  Maybe it’s like ice skating or diving scores – you drop the highest and lowest outliers and just go by the other scores.  By that logic (which isn’t logic at all – not really), Obama is up by 5%, with still that margin or error.  It could still be tight.

So you know what you have to do.  Pull on your leather jock and cap, grab your Obama Soda and head to your polling place tomorrow.   It’s the American thing to do  – unless your French.

Song by: Buckingham /Nicks

Antichrist Television Blues

Yesterday, Becky twitted that the weather today was ‘so 9/11-y’.   Of course I had to come back with a snide reply that I thought it was very 9/10-y.  But I got what she meant – at least where I was.   Downtown was blue sky and low 70s.  Not too unlike 7 years ago.

One of my work peeps has his birthday today.  That’s gotta suck.  And he’s gotta be on a plane too.   Now I don’t think that sucks too much.  And I believe that in the law of averages it won’t happen again – not like it did.  But remembering his birthday isn’t all that difficult.

Everyone remembers 9/11.  But if you were born on 12/7 – is everyone anyone associating it with Pearl Harbor?

It still kind of floors me that it has been 7 years.  It seems like yesterday.  It seems like a lifetime ago.

If you haven’t seen the Pentagon memorial, I find it kind of impressive….and a little weird.  There is a bench for everyone who died, but the benches make-up the path of the jet into the building.  A little too freaky for me.

There’s really not point to this post.  I thought I’d have one with my friend’s birthday, but it never came into focus.  I wasn’t formulating anything of significance.

Why the Arcade Fire song?  The title doesn’t lend itself to the post – but the opening verse of the song does:

I don’t wanna work in a building downtown
No I don’t wanna work in a building downtown
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
Cause the planes keep crashing always two by two
I don’t wanna work in a building downtown
No I don’t wanna see when the planes hit the ground

Freaky.  But I still like the song.

Song by:  Arcade Fire

So Happy Birthday

No special post. Honest.

Today I make it to my 45th birthday. Or as I call it, the start of my 46th year. As I say every year – who knew I’d make it this long? Certainly not me. I should have been dead at least three times over.

Maybe it is a special post.

I think I have a few reasons while I’m still here: the man. the cats. the friends. Not necessarily in that order – but possibly. I guess we shouldn’t rule out a whole lot of luck.

At first I was thinking 45 is not a milestone birthday, but really – which one isn’t? That you can make 365 days without taking the big dirt nap should be celebrated.

So what are we doing? Doubtful we’re doing anything. I could be wrong and get surprised. Our big thing is doing a dinner out. We strive for doing a place neither of us has been before. But we rarely make it on the actual day. I will assume in the next weekend or two we’ll get there.

….then and maybe then, I’ll frickin’ Twitter it.

Song by: Laurie Anderson

Road to Dead

It is not Arlington, but Cleveland has a pretty impressive cemetery all its own.

Right down the street from us is Lakeview Cemetery – and I suppose like most, it’s rich in history. You can say that of all, since where there are dead, there is bound to be some history – whether it is boring or not.

Except for riding my bike through Lakeview (which is actually prohibited), I have never really been there. Supposedly, it is quite a tourist attraction. I will say, the grounds are beautiful. Not only are they fairly expansive but they have a few prominent folk taking the big dirt nap, including Eliot Ness, Jeptha Wade (founder of Western Union), John D. Rockefeller (founder of Standard Oil) and one president, James Garfield.

Garfield was only in office six months before he was assassinated. Actually, he was shot two months prior to his death – so I don’t know how history views those last 60 days or so of his ‘serving’. Anyhoo – he has this gianormous monument at the cemetery:

Not too shabby of a final resting place for someone who wasn’t president all that long
I love the ornate tile work and the $8.79 Home Depot ‘welcome’ mat. I love the fact that they are welcoming you to someone’s tomb. JFK could learn a thing about hospitality from JAG.
……at least the crypt got top billing!

I wasn’t expecting the caskets to be above ground, or not encased in marble. Ruckiry, (not Jon’s boss) the stench has mostly dissipated over the last 120 years. The two urns (if you can see them) are his daughter and son-in-law.

And from the observatory deck (yes, they have one) you see downtown Cleveburgh
The woman at the information center in the monument was quite unhelpful. Yes, Garfield had other children. No, she didn’t know where they were entombed. She made it quite clear she really didn’t know about anything she was supposed to know about. Nor did she seem to care.

Song by: Paula Cole

Site of the Month

Has anyone even realized I have not done a SotM for the last two months?

I didn’t think so.

I did – I just haven’t cared that much. Nothing has grabbed my interest enough I guess – and we all know if I’m not interested, you’re not interested.

It’s a fact!

I have pondered giving you three entries this month just to make up for it all, but we’ll see how it goes. If I am finding myself waning on doing actual writing, as I had been this last month, I might just use them as filler. Hell – they were filler to begin with.

So ladies and germs, I bring you:  Sarah Jessica Parker Looks Like a Horse

Yes, it is rude and crude and not nearly as funny as it could be (save the above image – which I actually laughed out loud at).  Had they tried just a little harder, it could have been hilarious.

But it’s what we’re left with.  It’s what you’re left with.

g-d, no wonder I haven’t been doing these posts.

Expose Yourself

I knew there were other Vegas stories to tell you. One is mine. One is actually Denton’s – but since he doesn’t have a blog, I’m just co-opting it and putting it down here.

I had gone swimming down at the hotel pool and then went back to the room to hang out and wait for Denton so we can go out for dinner. It’s Vegas, so there is no dress code per se.  For better or worse, shorts are an ok thing to wear at even some of the nicest resturants. I threw on a pair and off we went.

What I completely forgot to do was zip my fly. Though it is quite possible that they were one of those pair where the zipper kind of doesn’t stay up too. I realized this as we strolled across the crowded casino floor to make it to the main door. Yeah – I know, I guess it could be embarrassing, except for the fact that shit rarely bothers me.

As I zipped up right there (hey, it’s Vegas), but it was then I realized I was going commando, which is something I rarely do. Again, it’s Vegas. Big whoo. Poor Denton just shook his head, because naturally, I felt the need to tell him had people really made the effort, they might have caught a glimpse of Shumba and his short hairs.

A day or two later I went to the pool without Denton. But eventually he came down. Now these hotel pool areas are pretty big so he couldn’t find me and just took his own chair somewhere. I never saw him since I was actually in one of the pools. At some point he found me.

Then he proceeded to point out a group of fairly masculine men he had been sitting near who at least appeared to be straight. And maybe they were. Maybe not.

Overheard was one guy complaining that he didn’t have an opportunity to shave his head that day. But that lead to a conversation from a few of the others (not just one!) that they didn’t get a chance to wax their taint.

Normally, I would have screamed: “GAY!!!!” (followed up with a very quick “ouch!”) except that a few months ago, one of my holiday party guests was talking about the guy she was seeing who does the same thing.

Seriously – who does this??? WHO? (I mean besides the guys in Vegas and Betsy’s booty call?)

It makes my commando / open door policy look frickin’ tame.

Song by: Medusa

Dance This Mess Around

Back in 1980, the B-52’s played on Saturday Night Live. I was in awe !!! My parents walked in from a night of Bridge (snore) right when they started playing their second song. What is that?, my mother asked. The question was rhetorical.

I went out and bought their album the next day. It started an almost 30 year love of their music.

In 1989, I think Jon and I were the only ones out on the dance floor at the Garage when “Channel Z” was played. Well, Charlie, the Nosferatu-ish waiter from Rigsby’s was also out there. But that was it.

Well, we (Denton and myself….no Jon) went to go see the B-52’s the other night. Tuesday, it was.

In my post when I bought the tickets, I lamented on how it would either be brilliant or horrid and probably no in between. I was kind of right and kind of wrong.

When they were good they were very good. When they weren’t they were blah, but never horrid. I fully cop to the fact that their new stuff feel fairly flat but the nostalgic stuff was really well done.

It wasn’t their playing or singing. Really, only Keith Strickland played. Sure, Cindy did the bongos, Kate the moroccas? and Fred once played the glockenspiel. I’m not sure that qualifies them as “musicians”. What happened to the day when Kate was their keyboardist?

As for their singing, it shouldn’t really amaze me (or anyone) that those voices are not studio created. So they were strong and exactly how you expected them to sound – just like their recordings.

I think where they fell flat was just timing. They weren’t horribly active on stage, just little go-go dances (mostly by Kate). Denton mentioned afterward, ‘they started strong, but kind of lost steam near the end’ – which was true. I had to remind him that some of them are probably close to 60 (!!) now.

They played almost all the songs I had hoped for – “Mesopotamia”, “Planet Claire”, “Strobe Light”, “Private Idaho, “Party out of Bounds” (eh!), and an unexpected “Give Me Back My Man” – which I loved. Of course, they did their big big hits too: “Love Shack”, “Rock Lobster”, “Channel Z” and “Roam” (misty want to). Any songs from Bouncing off the Satellites and Whammy! were completely overlooked. And no “Dance This Mess Around”. That was a shame.

For an unofficial Album of the Month entry – I’m not thrilled with most of the stuff on Funplex. You can’t just put the words “shimmy” or “shake” in a song to make it fun or hip. I do like “Juliet of the Spirits”, but mostly because it is just Kate and Cindy – and oh, how I do love how they harmonize. But c’mon: “Love in the Year 3000”?? Lame. …and not the gold kind.

As for the title track, I just keep singing the word “funplex” to “love shack” – “fun plex, baby fun plex….”. The disk does have its moments, but there is entirely too much Fred on the disk. WAY too much.

And speaking of – at some point early in the concert, I had this thought of, ‘oh wouldn’t this have been fun years ago on Ecstasy’. I thought a lot about how back in the day, Jon and Morty and myself would have been into it. Then I had the unfortunate encounter with two guys who stood next to me who were clearly on X….possibly coke, but the latter doesn’t sustain this behaviour without repeated administrations (or so I’ve heard). Anyway, their antics were not pretty….just annoying. I’m sure I wouldn’t have acted that way! Lordy, I hope not.

But one of those guys – and mind you he was in his late 30s, or just had a really rough life – SCREAMED through the entire show: “FREDDDDDDDDDDD. FREDDDDDD, I love you!!!” eeek. Disturbing on so many levels.

The set was quick – with almost half of the songs coming from Funplex. The show started at 9p. When I looked at the clock in the car (I rarely wear a watch), it was 10:45. And it was at least a 5 minute walk to the car and we had stopped to pee and I didn’t look at the car clock until we were halfway home – which is about another 10minutes. So maybe 80 minutes tops for the show?

Anyway, I am glad I went. From 150 yards away, they looked good and sounded like you think they would. I’d do it again, but maybe on a weekend night where I could get drunk.

If they end up in your town, it’s worth the ticket.

Song by: the B-52’s

Fast Car

Honestly, I wasn’t going to post today.

I had so much work to do, as I was doing in-state travel today and I leave for DC tomorrow morning, that I was going to let a day slide with no post.

But as luck (?) would have it, a post just kind of came out of nowhere… to speak.

Poor little Viggo went and died on me (again) today.  1 year, 1 month and 1 day since he did last time.   …..but who’s counting?

Last time it was in my work parking garage.  Today it was driving up I-77.   Lights came on, power went down and I made it to the side of the road with a few seconds to spare.   …and on a plus note, it was about 300 feet from a rest area.

Unfortunately, I was not alone.  I was transporting my chief medical officer as well.  And she had to be back in Cleveland for an appointment.  Ooops.

A call to Roadside Assistance and my car dealer to let them know I’d be coming and to have me a loaner was all I could do.  Then it was a waiting game (“oh the waiting game sucks, let’s play Hungry Hungry Hippos!”).

Now, I told Roadside Assistance there were two of us that would need a ride back to my dealer.  It must have fallen on deaf ears.   In a way it worked out, but not because of anything they did.

My doctor had to get back, so she called someone she knew and they picked her up.  I was cool with that.  I felt bad she was stuck, not with me, but because of me.

About 7-8 minutes after her ride showed, the tow truck showed.  Eeeeek.   As you can see it was a flatbed and I was hoping I could sit in my car on the bed.  No such luck.  I got to sit in the front cab with these two.  In between them, I might add    …..and with their miniature doberman pincher.   At least the doggie was cute.

These guys got my car on the truck in what I swear was less than a minute.  Not only have these guys seen Gone in 60 Seconds, they were probably the inspiration.  Everything about them said “work release” or “on parole”.   …right down to the spiderweb tatts that ran all up and down their neck.  Purdy.

The doggie was thrilled to see me.  I’m sure I broke every training rule.  He (?) was on my lap and just in my face, kissing me all over….and of course, I let him.   Then he (?) just curled up on my lap.   I petted him the entire way, more out of something to do than to have to make conversation with these guys.

So, we’ll see what’s wrong with the car this time.  In six months my warranty is up.  This is a Volvo – I don’t know I could afford repairs that aren’t covered.   I might have to swap out cars within the next half a year.

I currently have a Volvo loaner.  A V70, instead of my V50.  It’s like Viggo, just on steroids.  And it’s brand-spanking-new.  57 miles on it.   Mind you, I’ll only be driving it to long term parking and pack, but it’s still pretty sweet.   And it has new car smell.    ooooooooooooh.  “we’ll be right back”.

Song by:  Tracy Chapman