Hump Day Harangue

As Alanis Would Say, Thank U

For your kind comments as I’ve been going through this grumpy spell, of late. You know you must be coming across as messed up when Beast says something nice to you.

Still, it might be cool if we were psychic twins. We could use our powers to TAKE OVER THE WOOOOOORLD!

On The Other Hand

I’ve had years of sinus infections, ear infections, throat infections and even nasal polyps. And now I have to find out my turbinate is inferior? Thanks a lot, Walnuts.

Et Tu, TiVo?

I am all a-twitter over the Mark Foley scandal. It just makes me want to sit down in front of CNN with a bowl of popcorn and work on my congressional seal latch-hook rug. There is a crappy part to it all, however.

Contrary to what you might expect, the crappy part is not that the story may cause the usual knuckle-draggers to haul out the old “all homos are pederasts” shtick. The real crappy part is that my TiVo suddenly decided to switch away from the Daily Show’s treatment of it the other night! NOOoooooo!

I guess it’s off to YouTube to piece it all together. Sigh…

Flickr Addiction

I want to be a better photographer. I want to take great pictures. I want people to like them and comment on them. And then possibly worship and/or pay me. But one step at a time, right?

I was so pleased this morning to discover that one of my photos actually made it to the Explore pages – a set of 500 “most interesting” photos picked per day at Flickr. 500 may sound like a lot, but it’s not really, when you think about how many photos get uploaded per day on Flickr. Which is… I have no idea, but it’s a lot. Squillions.

I know that the Flickr folks use some amalgam of comments, tags and general opinion to pick these pictures, but I don’t that anyone knows exactly why some photos make the cut or don’t. All I know is – woo! Yay, me!

And here’s the photo:

Thanks to John Watson at bighugelabs.com for the flickr toys that helped me find out about this. Now, does anyone know how to use the flickr screensaver toy, slickr? ‘Cause I can’t get it to work…

What Was I Thinking Dept.

Back when I was watching So You Think You Can Dance, I was so caught up in the good, clean fun of it all that I thought it would be a lot of fun to go see the top ten kids on tour. Now that show is tonight, and what with the level of stress, exhaustion and general crunchiness I’ve been dealing with lately, I’m not so much feelin’ it. Part of that could be that I generally have problems imagining myself in an enclosed space crowded in with thousands of screaming girl-children (and the odd fag), but I think the real reason for my disillusion is more specific.

Not only do I think my big crush of the show, Natalie, kind of punked out at the end, I am still devastated that the winner, my favourite, Benji Schwimmer, is a big old Mormon! I mean, seriously, I thought I was voting for a cheery, jazz-handing gay boy, and finding that out was just a huge letdown. For a while, I at least had the hope that appearing in Celine Dion’s Vegas show, as was part of the prize, would break down his closet walls, but I just read today that he actually turned down that part of the prize! He claimed it was because he wanted to remain “close to his family,” but seeing as he’s on a national tour right now, my instincts tell me that he means “close” as in “not disowned and derided for being a big, huge queer.” Of course, there is the chance that I and every other person who watched this show and had our gaydar explode when he danced on-screen could be wrong, but I don’t know. I just can’t enjoy it all as much, now.

Free Benji! Even if it’s from himself!

I guess that’s it for today, y’all. Toodles.