I saw Lewis Black tonight, which was pretty cool It was part of a benefit for Dana-Farber, which is also cool. (OK, not cool, but worthwhile. Even if I find it difficult to give to that particular charity myself, it’s still worthwhile.)

The only downside was it was the show was part of a large extravaganza for this place. Not that there is anything wrong with that place at all (I envy what they have been able to accomplish actually.) But, as their party, it was very “community” spirited, which I guess you could read as clubby. And, I’m not a member of the club, so I lacked a certain appreciation for some of the night’s bill that was like very good local talent show, as opposed to great. Turns out not all people in all situations can truly rock out, no matter how much they try or receive love and community support.

It would have been good to hear more from Lewis Black and less music overall, I think. But, for quite a few people in the audience, I suspect their opinion would be just the opposite. So, what are you going to do?

I should have been cleaning my house today (I should always be cleaning my house). But, instead I cleaned up computer files.

I cleaned up the sidebar here, so the stuff at the top is less chaotic. I figured with the new snazzy Photo gallery for my phone cam, it wouldn’t hurt to tidy up a bit to show it off.

I also uploaded another comedy comedy performance, just for the hell of it. And, I added it to this page, where I’m trying to keep videos and whatnot in order. (About this performance, it’s not like Carnegie Hall quality, but I was happy with it for a couple of reasons. For one, it’s the Studio, where for a variety of reasons I tend to get excessively nervous and suck (not absolutely, but by my own standards). I was pretty relaxed and alright here. The second thing is I wanted to throw in a couple of new, unplanned, untried things with no notes and just letting it happen. Not always the best approach, since untried bits are, well, untried, but I think it came off OK. So, overall my goals were met. The only other note I have, with the angle of the camera and the jacket I’m wearing, I’m fucking huge. You got the camera adding a few and the angle and I’m looking to be packed a solid amount of poundage, but in real life I’m not sweating with Richard Simmons.)

I remembered something I wanted to do before going to bed, but right now I’ll be damned if I could remember what it was.

Sometimes I like when it rains on the weekend. Great excuse for doing fuckall.

Shout out to my aunt, who’s hitting a milestone B’Day today. I won’t say which it is, since she’s a modest woman. But, it’s double my age. Whoo doggies, she’s seen more than a couple of decades. (And, she does more than I do, swimming, working out and all. I guess I’m saving myself for when I’m her age.)

The only other thing going on today, is I spent a while getting the update to the sidebar on the right going. Now, I can email messages directly to my gallery from my camera phone. Insta-photo-weblogging!

In case anyone comes here, because this clown sent you. And, you are too lazy to scroll, here’s my public service:

ARM-WRESTLING LINK

It should get you right to the battle.

But, look around, I’m only half as moronic as some people we know.

FUCK! Sometimes I feel like a mother of infants, but infants who talk and walk and are endlessly needy and aggravating. (OK, I guess the needy part is a stupid reference in apposition like that, because, fucking duh, infants (and like, not “but,” all of my co-workers) are both needy.)

In the middle of maximum “I can’t fucking finish this deadline is a-coming like a trackless, deadly freight train” I asked for some help for something. Very mature, managerial, don’t you know, because I’m all about the effective management deal. Anyway, I asked for help, was told “no problem” and somehow I’m still the fucking go-to guy for answers.

Next time, I think I’ll just get a shot gun and a rocking chair. Then, when I need to be left alone, I’ll just show visitors the business end of “Ole Bessie,” and they’ll skedaddle from my porch, metaphorically speaking. I guess shooting would be more effective than just threatening to stab my co-workers.

By the way, the other reason I’m in a more hopeful mood today — The best reason to work for in the vicinity of the ivory towers of the academy. For the most part, no one is in a position to comment about my sartorial choices. Today I opted for Buffet (as in Parrot-head douchebag), khaki shorts, sandals and a Hawaiian print shirt. And I’m kind of, sort of in “management.”

My browser crashed while I was writing some bullshit about the chain email exhorting people not to buy gas on May 19. I didn’t get any of the emails myself, but they buried our email system at work today.

Here’s the brief version: ineffective emails equal ineffective boycotts, actual change, urban legend link, newspaper story, malaise, sweaters and solar panels, wood stoves, 1979, Carter, deregulation, Reagan, convertibles, hybrids, decrease use, blah, blah, blah.

It ended with me denouncing my left liberal leanings and all people of all races, creeds, sexual preferences and whatnot, especially friends who fit into any groups.

Other than that, I can now celebrate the racism of programming “Kung Fu Fighting” into my phone to be the ringtone when M. calls.

It is right now taking all of my strength not to cross post to my favorite group of Catholic do-gooders, worrying and worrying and praying for the souls of what one calls the “Sodomy State.”

The best comment: “Between this and the abortion laws we no longer are a Christian nation.”

Amen to that sister, and bring on the anarchy, if that’s what it is. Because, a world with kindness, acceptance and FUCKING REASON is damn better than what your church has brought.

Meanwhile, I have to chuckle at the two sides of one aspect of this coin. I wrote below that the folks getting married are some of the more low-key, average folks in the scene (a scene, I might add where I actually know some people and call them friends). I think of the man I work with who likes college football and home-cooked meals. There is nothing flamboyant or threatening about the man, and he is one of the faces people have seen in the media. He’s front and foremost at the protests and in City Hall, because he wants to be there, not because his face is media friendly. He happily emailed me that he and his partner were #10 at Boston City Hall, while asking to confirm my address and boyfriend’s name for the invite.

However, on the flip side, one of the ardent Catholics makes a remark that the media is essentially hiding the freaks and putting the normal-looking people forward (and I am using the word “normal” to follow the suit of the moralists). Apparently, to this one guy, the leather boys will all be lining up soon (or already are), but the media ain’t taking their pictures, because they are spinning reality.

I guess that hidden line is because that even amongst us most sick and twisted folks marriage is the cool thing to do. Funny, most of the truly out-there freaks, leather boys and teddies I ever met weren’t what you would call the “marrying kind.”

It’s official, the Commonwealth is letting people get on with their lives. And, despite all the dire hand-wringing, so far no deity has smote us down for the evil sinning ways of ordinary people living ordinary lives. I think that’s what cracks me up the most about all of the bullshit surrounding gay marriage — the folks who are looking to adopt that staidest of staid traditions are pretty boring.

Maybe, in some hugely hypothetical construct, I could give the Christian right, various Catholic groups and all sorts of horrible “moralists” some teenie weenie bit of credibility if their target were tranny prostitutes, leather boys and uber-fabulous queens (and that is all a very thin-threaded hypothetical argument, since I, in fact, concede no credibility to those assholes touting their superior “morals”). I mean, I can see where the image of a guy in nothing but leather chaps, cock ring and handle-bar mustache may provide a dicey learning moment with your little brood of rugrats. But, worrying about a couple of middle-aged lesbians who have been together for 27 years? What else threatens you, puppies and rainbows?

Right now my only issue with gay marriage is the guy at work who’s taking his partner’s last name. On the name change issue, his radical political statement is clashing with my radical feminism. I am in a quandary, what should a lefty do? Maybe I’ll just call him the old ball and chain.

By the way, it ain’t no accident I live in a city that
made it a point to be the first one ready with the legal bonds.