Meet Me on the Main Drag

Now THIS sounds like something I could get down with: The Million Fag March, right through Fred Phelps' front yard.

Anyone wanna come with? I've got at least two open seats in the van...

Yay and dang

Yay: I'm registered for WisCon! I'd ask if anyone wants to share a room, but I snore. If someone out there can tolerate snoring (I very well may have a CPAP by then), let me know. Also, I don't mind snoring in others... I have earplugs and I know how to use 'em!

Dang: That Million Fag March is on the same day as one of only two performances of a local gay mens' chorus' concert featuring some new and exciting work. Baaad planning, MFM folks!

Bonus anecdote: Today's Word A Day is Job's Comforter, someone who tries to help but inadvertently makes things worse.

Not too long after Bill and I got together, we were crossing the Bay Bridge. On a whim, I decided to pay for the toll of the person behind us. Bill squirmed around to watch their reaction, as I drove slowly ahead. He looked puzzled, then started laughing. Apparently the folks behind us didn't speak English, but knew they were not allowed to cross without paying. After the toll booth operator tried several times to wave them through, he finally took pity on their anguished efforts to pay and accepted their money. Now we call this kind of event a "tollbooth."

Hee... is anyone surprised?

( Nanny Ogg quite liked cooking, provided there were other people around to do things like chop up the vegetables and wash the dishes afterwards. )