ZeeGeezer

Despicable

Justices Robert Smith,Susan Read and George Smith of the New York State Court of Appeals all agree that the primary purpose of marriage is to create a stable environment in which to rear children. Justice Read is 59, well past menopause. I trust she is not married, since her child-rearing days are over. Justices Smith and Smith are 62 and 69 respectively. They are both married; I assume that they have put aside the now barren women they married in their youths and have found themselves fertile young women in order to raise a second brood.

Underwhelming majority

You know that Texas election last week where they approved a consitutional amendment to ban same-sex marriage?

Well, 76% of voters were in favor of the amdendment. And how many voters were there? 1,718,513. That's 18% of registered voters. Presumably the other 82% were content with the status quo.

Here's an idea - require constitutional amendments to be passed by a majority of registered voters. Sounds like an idea for a constitutional amendment.

Connecticut Yankee

Hmmm. Scooter Libby. Guess he had issues with the bicycle. Born in New Haven. Is that Libby as in canned pumpkin?

Pretty. Ow. Pretty. Ow.

On Saturday I went to The City with the GBF to visit the new De Young Museum. Prior to that I'd done my usual 3-mile walk with the FrontRunners. Although the GBF was there too, with dog, so I walked with him instead of my usual crew. And my knee started hurting after a quarter-mile. And got worse and worse.

So the walk from where we parked (Lincoln and 3rd Ave) to the museum and then walking around the museum and getting lost on the way back to the car was not pleasant. And I'm taking Aleve for a few days.

Yesterday I made a roast leg of lamb. And roast potatoes. With squash and organic green beans. And I made Julia Child's tarte des demoiselles Tatin for dessert. Served with creme chantilly. Of course, like all of Julia's recipes, the pie took 50% longer to cook than she specified. Fed the GBF and Sistopher. With a nice bottle of Beringer Syrah.

Are Gays a Threat to Children

Looking for Sam has a great piece demolishing the lie that gay men are a threat to children.

Wallace and Gromit Rock!

Let it be known that on Friday I dragged the GBF out to see The Curse of the Were-Rabbit. Was that the opening night? The auditorium was packed, mainly with kids, so we got rather crappy seats. But all annoyance stopped when the movie began. What a delightful film! How charmingly and eccentrically English! Nuff said.

The GBF had never seen Wallace and Gromit before (I think he spent the years from 1980 to 200 in a box. Or maybe in jail). He had seen Chicken Run, which saved him from a stern talking-to. And the fact that he stayed the night. Guess we'll have to get the shorts now.

He called at 4:50 yesterday afternoon to say he had left work early with a headache and wouldn't be going for a ride. So I didn't either. Instead I went to get new batteries in the several watches that required them (oh, we do lead a busy life). And bought highly nutritious food in Safeway, including this. And cooked a delicious chicken, bok choy and mushroom stir-fry for dinner. And brought my blog lists up-to-date. And half-heartedly looked online for sex (but Craigslist is too skanky for words).

He'd better come for a ride today.

Doesn't it strike you as odd that Amazon sells Cream of Wheat?

Quotidiana

So.

Yesterday was National Coming Out Day, in observance of which I went out to rehearsal and sang my little gay heart out.

And got a little lecture from Our Awesome Director for asking him to give us the notes when we 2nds were suffering from a sight-reading melt-down.  "Not on your nelly", was essentially the reply.  And about 5 goes later we did finally get it more-or-less right.

Ate my little gay heart out yesterday too,  Also today in the office, where there are acres of deep-fried delicacies available.  Mmmm, sugar-laden fat ckes are the Borg.  I will be assimilated!  Resistance is futile!  Ich werde ein berliner.  With gay raspberry jam in the middle.

But the GBF and I are supposed to be going for a training ride after work.  Longish one -15 miles or so.  So that's all right then.  Probably sex afterwards, too.  And dinner.  I'm planning a little chinese something or other.

Which reminds me that I need to memorialize the fact that Iwe participated in my our first organized AIDS LifeCycle training ride on Sunday.  Not an official ride, mind you, but an organized one.  A group of 11 of us rode (slowly!) up the Los Gatos trail and back.  Preceded by a tire-changing demonstration and safety demonstration.  Fun was had by all, except one of the dykes women, who found it to be rather more of a challenge than she had anticipated.  She turned all red, just like The Missus used to when she exercised.  But I don't think she's in training for the ride; her partner is.

I need a new bike.  Which sucks because I'm broke and will be for the time being.  No, don't need so much as want.  Maybe this one

But I'm a canadian!

I am: -9% Republican.

"You're a damn Commie! Where's Tailgunner Joe when we need him?"

Are You A Republican?

And in domestic news, HeTwin is visiting and we're having a nice time. Diet and exercise have gone out the window.

Hurricane watch

I've only been to New Orleans twice, and both times didn't stray far from the convention center or the French Quarter. I did live through a hurricane of sorts once the October 1987 storm that hit southern England. That wasn't much of a hurricane; I think the highest sustained winds were around 80 or 90 mph. But it was terrifying to live through none the less. And the damage the next day was truly shocking. London planes fallen on cars, on houses; roofs blown off; whole forests knocked flat. To this day I find myself apprehensive when the wind begins to blow.

So I can feel something of what the folks of New Orleans must be going through. But not entirely.

Thankfully the storm that hit New Orleans hasn't been quite as bad as had been feared. The alert issued by the National Weather Center is truly firghtening. But still. People will be killed. Lots of people will lose everything they have. And of course, people will be stupid and venal, although more will be sensible and generous.

And there's one tiny bit of amusement.

From the National Weather Center warningt for New Orleans:

THE VAST MAJORITY OF NATIVE TREES WILL BE SNAPPED OR UPROOTED. ONLY THE HEARTIEST WILL REMAIN STANDING...BUT BE TOTALLY DEFOLIATED. FEW CROPS WILL REMAIN. LIVESTOCK LEFT EXPOSED TO THE WINDS WILL BE KILLED.

Umm, honey, soups are "hearty". Trees are "hardy".

The Queen gives her blessing to gay marriage!

Well, it's now official in Canada - faggots can marry each other. The bill has received Royal Assent and is now the law of the land. L'osservatore romano denounced the passage of the law, saying, according to the AP, "The distortion of God's plan for the family continues."

Yeah, right. Like they know what God's plan for the family is. Because they're such good family-men themselves.

Of course, the Queen didn't actually sign the bill, although one presumes she was informed of it's passage, her being Queen of Canada and all. In fact, her representative, the Governor-General, didn't sign it either, since she's on sick leave. The bill was signed into law by the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, who's next in order of precedence for signing such things. (actually the Prime Mininster comes after the Governor-General, but he naturally can't sign his own legislation into law). Note that all the people involved in the Royal Assent thing, Queen, G-G,, C-J., are all women.