In The Face

Tuesday, Aug. 17, 2010 - 12:12 a.m.

I was noodling around over on eBay the night, and am now convinced that it's really true about finding anything there.

The listing that sealed the deal? Why, an Italian lacquered goatskin silent butler, of course.

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Heh. The people who put Proposition 8 on the ballot so we could continue to 'traditionally' define marriage in a biologically based way are not being consistent.

If we want to be true to our biology, then we need to resume letting people get married when they are sixteen and let folks die off when they are forty.

I guess people will have finally come to their senses by December or something.

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Yesterday, John was home with the grot; when he woke up and tried to get ready for work, I observed that he looked like he'd been punched in the face.

He looked in the mirror, saw his undereye circles, declared I was correct, and called in and toddled back to bed.

He's doing better today, after an entire morning and afternoon of hibernation.

I also would like to clarify that he doesn't always look like he's been punched in the face.

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I used to enjoy the online exploits of a guy who wrote a blog about his Redneck Neighbor.

He stopped posting when the neighbor moved, and he moved eventually too, but hooray, somebody has archived the site.

Enjoy yourselves.

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Not a long post Have a good Tuesday.

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