June 04, 2003 :: 12:53 a.m.
witness the incredible world of specialized dog apparel
So. Something fell off of my car tonight. It was interesting in that way where I would have preferred if it didn't happen at all. Because seriously, driving around with what Adam described as a "steel brace thing" hanging off of the bottom of my car, making obnoxious and very annoying clanking noises (think tin can on a string, only 17,000 times louder), and then having it FLY out from under the car while on the highway... well, that was a really fun time that I would have been so sad to miss out on. Only a million times with the not. I should probably inform my father-type person about this, if I ever happen upon him again, but for now I'm set to just forget about it. That's pretty much my solution to everything. I mean, my car is still relatively intact. It didn't explode or burst into flames or sprout wings and teeth and whisk me off to have a jolly good time massacring a small metropolis. I'm actually sort of disappointed about that last one, but as I still have all of my limbs and my hair hasn't been burned off by a punctured gas tank catching fire I think I can manage to forgive and forget.
In other, less car-related news, I had my interview at Borders this afternoon. I think it went pretty well, but there's a very good chance that my perpetual delusions are kicking in just to shut me up about it. Here's hoping not, because, to state the painfully obvious, I really, really, REALLY want to work there. Got fingers? Cross 'em. Candles? Light 'em. Gods? Pray to 'em, because I know I requested this before, but extra luck always comes in handy when facing a company who has, in the past, treated you like you murdered their beloved family dog. Which I totally didn't, so I don't know what their problem is.
I did my good sisterly deed of the day/week/month and picked Mason up when he got out of school early today. He gets less annoying with each passing year - amazing. But he's still such a sixteen year old boy, when it comes down to it. Do they ever outgrow that? Adam and I went to see Wrong Turn, Eliza Dushku's new movie, tonight, and the theater was populated by - I swear to god - an entire high school football team and their ditzy-ass girltoys. There were no uniforms or other identifying marks, but these kids were so visibly jockish that it was almost sad. Mostly it was just annoying, though, because they would start shouting things at random intervals, which completely ruined our movie-going experience. Also, the film sucked more ass than you'd find at an over-staffed strip club. Eliza was hot and inspired much "god, I would trade my soul and possibly my parents to look like that," as always, but the movie itself was terrible. I guess I'm just not one for the plotless slasher flicks. Or maybe I just don't like movies where the villains are inbred circus freaks who run through the woods hooting like Xena - it was grotesque to the point where it was just stupid. Note to self: listen to that little voice in the back of your head that tells you to see The Italian Job instead of the dumb teen horror atrocity. It's a smart voice - I think it went to college.
After the movie we hung out with Joe and Joe, watching "It's Your Call with Lynn Doyle." Or something like that. They were debating whether or not homosexuals should be allowed to be troop leaders in the Boy Scouts, an issue that I do not and will never understand. And I know that I'm a certified sympathizer on issues of gay discrimination, because I love me some gay men, but grow the fuck up. Are they afraid that the scary homos will corrupt and molest their precious little darlings? The majority of child molesters and pedophiles are straight men, even when they molest boys. I have personally found that gay men are, on the whole, more upstanding and respectable than a lot of straight guys who spend their Saturday nights getting drunk and date-raping women because they had the nerve to wear a halter top. Maybe that's just because I don't equate "anal sex" with "burning, hell-bound sin," or maybe it's just because I'm not a closed-minded, redneck bigot with frighteningly zealous religious beliefs. You decide. And as for the corruption, well, what they call "corruption" I think would be more properly defined as "teaching little boys to respect and tolerate differences instead of beating their gay classmates with lead pipes." Again, you decide.
The one "No gays in the Boy Scouts!" woman kept bringing up NAMBLA (the North American Man-Boy Love Association, I think) as a grounds for their concerns, which is just total fucking bullshit. Yes, it's a gross and disgusting organization. So is the KKK. No, I wouldn't want those guys working with my kids, if I had them. But I wouldn't want KKK members working with my kids, either, and denying all gay men the right to work with children for that reason would be like saying that no white man could teach in an elementary school or be a troop leader because white men make up the KKK and so they might, by simple virtue of being a white man, infect the kids' minds with racist propaganda and hate. I'll take double fucking standard for $500, Alex.
Sorry for the rant, but I just have this big fat problem with discrimination, especially against homosexuals. My best friend is gay, remember. It's close to home.
Anyway... onto a much lighter subject. It rained all day today. (That's not the lighter subject.) When I went over to Adam's, there was a guy walking a little brown dog IN A RAINCOAT. And when I say that, I mean that the dog was wearing a raincoat, not the man. It was the most adorable thing I've seen in a loooong time. Here, because Adam asked for one and because I feel that a visual aid will do a lot to enhance your understanding of this dog's unabashed cuteness, is a quick, crappy depiction.
And with that, I bid you adieu. (Adieu.)
back & forth
Wait, there's more!
I like pina coladas - March 30, 2005
must... finish... projects... - March 22, 2005
Mr. Postman delivers the good stuff - March 18, 2005
when everything is bad - March 16, 2005
of fruits and menstruation - March 15, 2005