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Noah's Gay Wedding Cruise

Artist Paul Richmond's take on the ultimate queer cruise. As Ellen & Portia, Rosie and Kelli, Jack Twist and Ennis del Mar, Bert and Ernie, Elton John and David Furnish,penguins and other homo animals ride out the storm sinners like Ann Coulter, Larry Craig clinging to a toilet, Sally Kern, Fred Phelps, Kenneth Starr and a A 'Yes on 8' supporter meet their fates.

Take That

Take That Published by Bob Speck on February 19th, 2009 So my weight loss has now progressed to the point (20 lbs) that people are starting to notice and in so much as most of the people I come into contact with on a daily basis are pretty nice they’re mentioning my ever shrinking mid-section. Now for any normal person this would be a godsend, a validation that all one’s hard work and self control has started yielding dividends. As I’m sure you’ve all deduced from my weekly ramblings, I’m not normal. I, being the snarky but (hopefully) lovable curmudgeon that I am, can’t help but receive every compliment (no matter how well-intentioned) as a statement unfinished. And of course the voice in my head must complete it. Looking good… Not like you usually do. You’ve lost weight… And not a minute too soon. You’re looking skinny… Not at all like the great lumbering land beast we’ve come to love. When complimented by co-workers or casual acquaintances I manage a sinc...

A Gut Feeling

A Gut Feeling In my post a few weeks ago, I lamented my inability to see any real results from my six weeks of dieting. I’m now very happy to report that thanks to strict adherence to my eating plan and minimal physical activity I can actually suck in my gut. This is kind of a big deal seeing that for the last few years even the strongest contraction of my abdominal muscles produced no visible results. While this “feat” is a little pathetic for a fitness blog, I’ll take what I can get. It also has me wondering what long forgotten feats of physical prowess I may soon be able to undertake. Touching my toes, climbing a flight of stairs without gasping for breath, or maybe even getting off the toilet without grabbing the towel rack and praying it won’t rip out of the wall. The possibilities are endless. The whole getting into shape thing is a very curious process of discovering hidden abilities. It’s like those kids on Heroes , but entertaining. Not being a “sporty” kind of guy, ...

Going Green

"How like life is the endive, well shaped but ah…so bitter." I’m eating vegetables. I’m not particularly proud of this fact but it’s the truth. I have eaten more vegetables since starting my diet last Monday than in the previous six months. And not the fun vegetables either, the green ones. No corn, no potatoes, no carrots and no peas. I can, however, eat kale, cabbage and kohlrabi to my hearts content. Kohlrabi? Great, now I have to “google” vegetables to find out just how much I’m going to hate eating them. For the record Kohlrabi is a German turnip with the taste and texture of a broccoli stem. A broccoli stem? Yum! Give me more of that! I take solace in knowing that my green, leafy aversion is typical of many brought up in my class (blue collar) and my country (the good ‘ol USA) and that many of us were trained to dislike vegetables almost from birth. If your ethnic background, like mine (German/Irish), was one whose default method of vegetable preparation was boiling...

Merry Unnecessary Sequel, Charlie Brown!

I’m all for progress. With the exception of cultural landmarks, I’m all in favor of clearing away the old to make way for the new. At least I thought I was until last Monday night. As a Christmas person (yep, one of those) I live for the annual broadcast of those tried and true holiday specials that we grew up with: The Grinch, Frosty, The Little Drummer Boy, Nestor The Christmas Donkey. I love them all. There are, however, two of these juvenile epics I cannot miss: A Charlie Brown Christmas and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer . So imagine my shock as I sat down in front of Netflix Streaming( my new addiction) to watch the gentle tale of the round headed boy, the little tree and idiosyncratic dancing when instead I got something called I Want a Dog for Christmas, Charlie Brown. A sequel. They made a freaking sequel? Now as sequels go this one wasn’t bad. It sucked out loud. Snoopy’s out-of-town brothers Andy, Marbles, Olaf and Spike? Spike? Linus’s little brother Rerun?...

Sit and Spin

Happy Sequel Charlie brown

I’m all for progress. With the exception of cultural landmarks, I’m all in favor of clearing away the old to make way for the new. At least I thought I was until last Monday night. As a Christmas person (yep, one of those) I live for the annual broadcast of those tried and true holiday specials that we grew up with: The Grinch , Frosty , The Little Drummer Boy , Nestor The Christmas Donkey . I love them all. There are, however, two of these juvenile epics I cannot miss: A Charlie Brown Christmas and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer . So imagine my shock as I sat down to watch the gentle tale of the round headed boy, the little tree and idiosyncratic dancing when instead I got something called I Want a Dog for Christmas, Charlie Brown . A sequel. They made a freaking sequel? Now as sequels go this one wasn’t bad. It sucked out loud. Snoopy’s out-of-town brothers Andy, Marbles, Olaf and Spike? Spike? Linus’s little brother Rerun? Rerun? In the words of our hero, ARG! I...
I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work; The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat—the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck; 5 The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the hatter singing as he stands; The wood-cutter’s song—the ploughboy’s, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown; The delicious singing of the mother—or of the young wife at work—or of the girl sewing or washing—Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else; The day what belongs to the day—At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs .

You think you can just do what to that hot california constitution?