I've got this bug up my butt to get a hard case for my sax and Music Village is not proving to be too helpful.

I just remembered why I like shopping online more than in real life. I'd tried to order a groovy ass Kipling bag from my local store, but they weren't sure if they could get it. So I asked them to check and they could. A call back put me in touch with this idiot who kept asking if I wanted an Eagle Creek bag. Does Kipling really sound like Eagle Creek???

The Periodic Table of Funk is what the Web is all about. By this, I mean it's super cool, and useful, and at the same time, isn't trying to sell me something.

Another funny ass photo.

Chuckling out loud over my new title.

Sporting my new Michigan Basset Rescue t-shirt today, which bears the slogan "100% pure recycled basset."

Hot shit-- Hookt.com.

Somebody just rode by my office on a bicycle. I am not kidding.

It seems that nobody is blogging today. I think we're all forced to actually do some work.

From Brad, why guys get girls drunk. Caution, nasty half naked chicks follow this link.

The athletic shoe industry has gone way way way too far.

Today's been crazy busy at work, but in a good way.

Ack!

This defies comment.

Last night at dinner I couldn't stop laughing at the thought of a lesbian club called Twat's Happening or a place called the Snatch Patch. Once again, I asked Andrea to wait while I giggled uncontrollably. "Hey," I said "twat's up with you?"

I used to be a huge South Park fan, but my interest had waned until we watched Chinpokomon last night (courtesy of our beloved replaytv).

This pic is cracking me up.

<soapbox> The worst way to get a new puppy is from a puppy mill likeDo Bo Tri Kennels, LTD, who breeds 35-40 different breeds of dogs and has a name that reminds me of the Heaven's Gate people, in fact I can see that little bald guy out there tending to the dogs. Their website sure makes them appear reputable but don't be fooled. A 'good' breeder will only breed one kind of dog (becoming familiar enough with the hereditary illnesses to avoid breeding them) and will ALWAYS offer to take the dog back should something go wrong. </soapbox>

btw- the kennel linked above recently shipped 150 puppies without adequate airconditioning and in overcrowded conditions and was found out when the truck broke down. Those 150 puppies were adopted out through a local humane society but the guy is still in business.

A useful list of restaurants near my house. If you lived here, this list would help you, too.

In the last week, there have been 2 fires nearby. The first, and arguably the most tragic, was the Korea House, home of excellent, reasonably priced Korean food. The second was at a condo in my complex, which only meant that Andrea couldn't get home while they were fighting the blaze.

The lack of Korea House has driven not only me down the road to a slightly classier joint, but I wasn't the only one there lamenting the lack of the homier Korea House, where the owner sneaks extra food into your doggie bag.

Proof that porn is king: NedStat Hitlist: Online Magazines.

I say we all drop this e-commerce stuff and all turn our talents into making the best porn site ever. When the economy moves on, porn will be what's left.

I think I'm channeling some guy from New Joisey. I keep typing in what must be a Jersey accent.

I'd like to award the worst use of spam award (aka How NOT to attract business) to the guy who wrote this:
Hello, I am a Bay Area website designer & promoter. I can design or makeover your website ( www.magnavity.com ) , banner ads & web slide shows ( www.adflag.net ) & I have software that will allow you to promote your site, service or product directly fresh current customers leads based on interest & location. To invite me for a short demonstration or to find out more go to www.welcomail.com or call me at 831-XXX-XXXX.
Thank You - Adrian. P.S. I really need the business & do great work.
Thanks to Andrea for this gem.

I know it's cheesy, but You've Got Pictures is really very cool. A woman I know took some pictures of Alice and Ellie and I was able to buy a bunch of them without having to bother the photographer. Ellie's condition grows worse and I know that one day not too far from now, I'll be really grateful for these pics.

The all-time worst customer service email:
Hello Liz,
Thank you for contacting HomePage.com with the email you submitted on 5/28/00.
If you have any other questions or comments, please contact us again.
Vince

Over the last few years, I've been making comments to my parents to signal that soon enough, Andrea and I will be having a baby. (No, I'm not pregnant yet, that's one great advantage of being gay -- no unplanned pregnancy) My mom only wants a grandkid, she doesn't care if it's green or blue, as long as it's here. My dad, on the other hand, has not been thrilled about this (mostly the sperm bank part, I think, claiming that you don't know anything about the donor. I keep pointing out that we'll know more about this guy than they knew about my birthfamily before they adopted me).

Yesterday, I mentioned it again and he said 'you know I have some reservations about that.' Finally, I did it. Stepped out of the pantry, and in a calm, yet firm voice, said 'you know, you can just get over those now because this is your own grandkid we're talking about.' So he asks why we don't adopt (how to even get into this? It worked out well for us but I wouldn't choose adoption for my own child after I'd grown up wondering why I didn't look or act like anyone I was 'related' to, why make life harder for this kid?) an older child. Because a) adoption costs at least $10K, sperm costs $300 and b) because I will most likely have the chance to parent one child in my lifetime and I'm going to be selfish, I'm going to do this the way that I want to. Dad changed the subject after that.

I am practically weeping, this comment about starting a lesbian club is so funny.

My Ohio trip was so surreal. I grew up there, I've seen buildings and businesses come and go, in addition to parts and phases of my life that give me the sense of history that I'd love to have about where I live now.

Had lunch with a good friend who works in the very suburb where I grew up, near the house of both my high school boyfriend and the woman who (though I didn't fully realize it at the time) I spent most of my time longing to be involved with. I made some comment about having gone to a park near my friends' office with my boyfriend, and she said 'how long ago was THAT?' I realized it had been 10 years. The demarcation line between that part of my life and who I am today started when I figured out that I really really wanted to kiss a girl instead of the boy I was dating. And now that I think about it, those parts of my lives really are separate, partly because I live 3,000 miles away now and partly because I am afraid/don't want to deal with rejection from the people I knew then or even the ham-handed attempts to reconcile the Liz they knew then with who I am today.

Who knew that Ohio could be so cathartic?

Back from Ohio and I'm just tired. There wasn't enough time to do everything I'd hoped to and the humidity really kicked my ass, not to mention what it did to my hair. My controllable, unintentional mullet became a mane of wild hair. I now understand why people have such big hair there, you just can't help it.