Bumper Sticker of the Week
Seen on the back of a car on my way in to the office: Protect YOUR family from the American Family Association
URL of the Week
My birthday kind of snuck up on me this year; traditionally, I celebrate with a large, obnoxious party, but I didn’t realize how close it was this year until it was too late.
Had a good weekend anyway. Saturday, bandage, kellyv, and I went to a BDSM play party at a new S&M club in downtown St. Petersburg. The turnout was light, but we had a great time anyway; it’s a very cool space, with a lot of interesting equipment to use. I was able to tie bandage down and give her a good cropping, which is always fun. She still has the bruises. 🙂
The three of us spent most of the day Sunday in bed, not really doing much of anything. bandage made the world’s largest tray of Nachos, and we watched “Pinky and the Brain” cartoons on videotape…bandage was a Pinky and the Brain virgin, so we got to deflower her.
I also talked to feorlen, who is having some difficulty with the San Francisco antiwar protesters.
What is with these nitwits? I swear, it seems like the entire net IQ of the entire antiwar protest would scarcely reach double digits. I’ve got no idea where these knuckle-dragging mouth-breathers are coming from, but they’re so profoundly imbecilic that it makes me embarrassed to be philosophically associated with these slope-headed cretins. Much as I’m opposed to the war on Iraq, I’m also opposed to these barnyard animals who seem to believe, thorough some misguided intellectual failure, that the way to end the war is to break windows and throw rocks and shut down businesses in the heart of San Francisco–one of the most liberal and antiwar cities in the country.
Calling these lowbrow pinheads “retarded” does a grave disservice to the developmentally challenged. If I were of a paranoid mindset, I might believe that these halfwits were actually pro-war protesters trying to damage and discredit the antiwar movement. Some of these dullards, whose cranial capacities can barely be measured in cubic millimeters, are so breathtakingly, dazzlingly chuckleheaded that–get this–they believe that breaking windows and attacking police officers is an effective way to show that…er, violence is wrong.
Bloody amazing. And I thought George W. was dead from the neck up.
Lori called me on Sunday to wish me a happy birthday.
I was surprised, and very happy, that she called, though talking to her brought back just how much I miss her.
Many people believe that losing a relationship is easier for someone who’s poly than for someone who isn’t, because, hey, you still have other relationships to fall back on, right?
Wrong. People aren’t interchangeable. It hurts just as much to lose a loverif you have multiple relationships than if you have only one, and having others doesn’t make that go away. And I still do miss her.