Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

You know what, don’t even bother explaining to me the antipathy that straights have for gays and gays have for straights. I don’t understand it, I never have, and I don’t think I ever will.

Straights: gays aren’t going to make you want to wear lavender and arrange flowers, unless you like that sort of thing to begin with.

Gays: if you enter a straight conservative (like Baptist) church, you’re not going to be struck dead by God, nor dragged to the altar and sacrificed, nor even stoned to death. If they even know you’re gay to begin with – and why is it anyone’s business who’s sleeping with whom?

Yeah if you go around announcing details of your sex life, you’ve opened a gossip door. You’re showing that it’s ok to gossip about your sex life, so others probably will too. This is the same case with both gays and straights.

And if you’re sitting over there on your high moral ground, looking down your nose at those who don’t subscribe to your point of view, you can go to hell.

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

-William Shakespeare, a Very Smart Man.

(this post is mostly based on overhearing a guy last night tell his friend something like “Can you believe it? Me! I actually set foot in a Baptist church. I was terrified!” What the hell did you think they’d do, eat you and then go play with their rattlesnakes?)

I was reading someone else’s blog and I felt that I needed to comment here, without naming names, because I think it’s pretty rude to go incite a comments war.

The post was about the recent anti-war demonstrations in Austin, with pictures. The caption was something like “This is what Texas looks like”. A commenter posted “I wish Texas looked like this every day”.

That’s got the be one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard – unless the commenter likes thousands of protestors campaigning against possible global war, as well as complete disagreement with their government.

Protestors are out there on damned serious business. They’re out there protesting a potentially greatly damaging war. They don’t want to see all the cost in lives, equipment, and money. It’s not all about holding hands and singing Kumbayah. If you want Texas to look like that every day then you’re just a sadist.

Perhaps I’m too utopian. What I’d like Texas to look like every day is a pro-rally, not an anti-rally. Why revel in negativeness? Can’t anyone find something they like and march en masse, educating people about it? That’s what I think it would be nice to see every day. No name-calling, no flaming effigies, no ugly caricatures.

When I’m queen of the world…

The meetup tonight was very nice. I didn’t like the venue at all. Parking was non-existant, they were out of half-and-half, and the coffee and service were cold. It was nice to put some faces with names, and the political talk was scarce. There was plenty of talk about Christina Aguilera’a nipples, which was amusing. The giant whooshing noises that kept happening were things going way over my head, but that’s ok. Perhaps I’ll pick something up by osmosis. In any event it got me out of the house and away from the kids for a little while, even though we were sitting outside in the 53 degree weather and I didn’t even bring a jacket. (which goes back to my pisstivity about the coffee being cold)

The elm trees in my yard are already budding little leaves. Spring comes so early in this part of the world.

I’m going to the Blog Meetup here in Austin tonight. I’m a little nervous because upon reading the blogs of the others hwo have RSVP’d, looks like they are all extreme Bush-bashers and active participants in anti-war protests. I really don’t want tonight to turn into a big political discussion.

I’m not pro-war, but I’m definitely not anti-war either. Like hub explained to the three year old, sometimes there are things we don’t want to do, but we have to do them anyway. I don’t know exactly why we have to go after Saddam Hussein right now; seems like we’d be better of finishing the hunt for Bin Laden and taking care of his sorry ass before we declare war with Iraq, but all American presidents seem to think it’s cool to take on more than one major project at once. Not just this one.

I was raised that you may have disagreements within your family, but they stay within the family, and even if you’re in the midst of a mortal battle with a family member, you still show a united front to someone who’s not a family member. This may not be the most enlightened way of doing things in the world, but it’s mine.

Anyway, I hate being outnumbered by people with such different viewpoints at a social event, especially if they all start in on me because I think differently. It makes me really uncomfortable. I hope the conversation doesn’t get any more heated than Movable Type vs. Blogger.

The truth is that when Zora started saying nice things to Evan there in the ballroom and his whole face lit up like a lamp, well, I got a little teary eyed.

I hate that I just said that.

After Hub and I went to see Jewel at the rodeo, we stayed in San Antonio for a couple of nights. On our way out of town, we were driving to the highway and happened to pass the Alamo. I glanced over to admire the cradle of Texas freedom and saw… THE ENTIRE UNION ARMY MILLING AROUND OUR PRECIOUS ALAMO! AAAH! AAAAHHH!

Those of you from Yankeeland may not realize the impact that the sight of a buncha Yankees lollygagging around one of the South’s precious landmarks will have. I could make analogies, but they’d make someone mad. (Like what if you lived in South Dakota and looked out the window and saw a huge bunch of Native Americans on horses riding around your town square?) Just know that it was surreal and frightening. We rolled down our car windows and hub started yelling about Yankees while I whistled “Dixie” really loud.

Turns out they were having some sort of Civil War re-enactment that day. Twouldn’t have been so bad if I’d seen some of our Boys in Grey so I could give ’em a nice Rebel Yell, instead of having to see all those damnyankees.

Did you know that the statue on top of the Texas Capitol, as well as all the main entrances on the University of Texas buildings face south? The builders and the legislators literally wanted to turn their backs on the North.

South’s gonna rise again, y’all. And we’re gonna laugh and laugh at all y’all Yankees who are snowed under.

Remind me why I watched that stupid-ass show again?

I just spent the last few hours reading email from 7 years ago. It’s amazing how it brought back the anger and frustration that I experienced at the time.

I used to work for a company and they really dicked me around. The boss was a pothead, and he kept bringing in his pothead family members to help “run” things, and all the employees got badly treated. The only people (in retrospect) who were worth a shit were suddenly and quite unexpectedly fired for various reasons. They told me that I was going to be manager of the new office, then backed out on that. Then they told me I’d be one of the top tier when they incorporated, then backed out on that. The boss used to give me shit about my background and upbringing (when in fact I’m quite sure he was just really really jealous of me) and make me feel like an ass. Scuse me? I can’t help where I came from. But I can help where I’m going, and I thank my lucky stars that I went far, far away from that bunch of losers.