My housemate Abel summed up the gay marriage debate by pointing out that what is primarily happening all over the country when Gavin is on the news is, "He's cuuuuute! Is he gay? No? He's cuuuuute!".
MARRIAGE AND OTHER FOUR LETTER WORDS

Okay, here's your title: ANY DORM IN A STORM
Here is a picture of MY dorm in the storm

Well better late than never I guess. I am so out of the loop. Was nice to see you club members that were at Chef's tribute. I am currently making curtains for my mighty man Manny and sometimes I wonder why I volunteer myself for such grueling excercises. Making him go to the fabric store was worth it, at any rate. He was traumatized but we got through it. Anyway, sorry I didn't post on time.

Well, nothing quite suited the current situation. Hoist a glass for our dear departed Club member and his widow, and I'll be back in form next week.

Well I hope you all had a good time and got lots of presents, whatever you were celebrating. I played Boggle for about a hundred hours, intermingled with Scrabble and Kismet (kind of like Yahtzee). Seems like not many people play games anymore and I was more than pleasantly surprised to find that my honey is into the Boggle/Scrabble thing. Plus we plan to learn chess, since he has a nice chess set, and the only time I played I beat the guy teaching me and he wouldn't play with me again. Talk about a sore loser. It is very pleasant to sit at the table with a snack, a beverage, and a loved one or two, with some Dean Martin Italian Love Songs on the stereo, and use the old gray matter to have fun. Also went to see Peter Pan, which was surprisingly dark and full of smoldering pre-teen hormonal action, and quite the cool Hook.
So here is your title. Please try not to live up to it completely in that you find yourself waking up with a hangover and the wrong sex from your orientation in your bed.

OK, enough grief already. I know I have been a slacker - mostly I never know what day it is until it's too late. Anyway, you all have fun this Christmas and I'll make it up to you next year.

What are YOU going to be for Hallowe'en??

AACK! I forgot! I'm at work, which is in a public place, so I can't forage for a good porn title. Sorry. I'll give ya two next week, how's that?

I voted for Dan. He got more than 2500 votes! Go Dan. Oh well. We'll see.
THE PENETRATOR

I'm struggling with a pulled hamstring. Ow. My left knee is a bit stiffish. I got one good excercise to do but if any of you have any ideas I'd love to know. JAPANESE PANTIES BELOW THE KNEES

Somebody who doesn't know me but knows I sew decided to farm my services out to some folks with chihuahuas that have piddling problems so can't be taken out into polite society. The pooch owners want little diapers made. Now, I have nothing against networking and all but this woman called me, a virtual stranger who is going to teach her how to sew, at 8:15 in the morning, on my day off. The message sounded like we had had a prior doggie diaper conversation so I thought she had me confused with someone else. But no, she just thought I could use a bit of work. Needless to say, I am going to pass on that one. I would have to measure the dogs and make prototypes, and they can buy them on the internet for much less. Mostly I just thought it was a bit presumptuous, especially calling before 10.
SHAVED POWDERED AND DIAPERED

Not much going on here. Went to hear my favorite new Hawaiian band, Na Palapalai, who were great, Read a book by TNSC Robot's fave, Joe R. Lansdale, and I can see the attraction. Otherwise the days are work, home, tv, read, sleep. Eat. Got a minor but painful and annoying hamstring injury. Boring. So this week I am reverting back to my old technique of just feeding you a goofball title.
MOULIN SPLOOGE

The other day I went on a job interview at Shane Company. I realized that Tom Shane is kind of a genius. I had never actually BEEN to a Shane Company store, but I have sure been aware of them forever. KFOG used to preface every Shane ad with a clip of a guy saying "It's that man again!". We all know that geeky voice, that ridiculous circular grammar ("give her a gift for which she will forever be grateful for" kind of thing). If those spots had been spoken by someone with a smooth radio voice, they would probably have been completely forgotten in moments. Anyway, the store was lovely, they have nice jewelry, and I'm sure they hated me. If I work there I will have to quash my personality and wear suits. Sorry, gang, I guess you won't have a friend in the diamond business.
JISM JEWELS

Not much going on. Come to my art show reception if you are anywhere near Pacifica on Sunday (see post from 7/9 for deets). Mostly I am just feeling that with all the bruhaha going on in the news, this is the best title: CLUSTERFUCK

California is a laughingstock once again....
ORIFICE POLITICS

Sometimes I go have McDonald's and sit outside at the mall near my work. I always share my fries with the birds out there, making sure everybody gets some. Yesterday there was a woman bird just really pissed at another bird - I couldn't tell if it was another woman bird or an immature man bird - not enough black feathers to be sure. So I don't know if this was a sex thing or what. Anyway, this pissed off bird was just hollering and spritzing her feathers all up and chasing the other bird around. I tossed them some fries - the bird being hollered at grabbed a piece. The mad bird tried to calm down but just sat on the fence getting madder by the second. Finally she could stand it no longer and she got on the ground and commenced her hollering again. The picked-on bird did a very interesting thing. He/she walked calmly over to the pissed bird. and put his/her fry right in her beak. Just handed it right to her. She calmed down right away, I gave him/her another fry, and all was right with the world again.
BI BI BIRDIE

Since I am too poor to go anywhere but work, I have another beach story. The beach is a block away so I don't have to use any gas to get there. You may have heard about the whale on the beach. I went to check it out. Ew ew ew ew ew. Head bitten mostly off, various items hanging out of the holes. Chewed on big time. Lotsa sharks reportedly out in the waters (not many surfers, needless to say). The whale was getting knocked around by the tide, and eventually one of the holes broke open and blood came out. Did I mention it was decomposing? There were a jillion people out there, parents showing their kids the whale or paying homage to this great beast or whatever. One little girl got pretty close - a future marine biologist, or coroner more like. Mostly the kids were begging their parents to get them the hell away from the stench. I mean, if you want your kid to see a whale, a dead one on the beach is not quite the ticket. Just let the sharks have it.
IT DON'T MATTER...JUST DON'T BITE IT!

I was feeling a bit pent-up the other day so I went out to the beach and decided to plop down and build a sand castle. Had been a while. Didin't have any construction equipment so had to do it all manually (side note: there is a piece of construction equipment parked down the street made by Putzmeister - I mean, would you have faith in that??). It was a small but worthy structure, with a central dome on a square building, with small corner domes. It was moated in front and walled in the rear. For the recreation and convenience of the castle dwellers, the back yard had a pool, a hedge maze, a tennis court, and a vegetable garden. All in all a fine bit of construction, and even stood up to beng tramped on by an enthusiastic labrador. SANDY SEA SLUTS

SHAMELESS SELF-PROMO #3: I am having an art show this weekend and then for a month in Pacifica with my art group, Tangerine Arts. This weekend: Fogbelt Studio (it's a house) 2528 25th Avenue (between Ulloa and Vicente) Friday, 5 to 8:30, Saturday 12 to 6, and Sunday 12 to 6. In Pacifica at the Salada Beach Cafe at 220 Paloma (at Oceana) in Pacifica, from July 15th to August 17th, reception August 17th from 3 to 5:30. Come by if you can - I will be at Fogbelt on Sunday if ya wanna see me. The art monster really grabbed me this week and I was channelling art from some weird place. Painting with my face an inch from the canvas, scrubbing away, beads of sweat on my fevered brow. Got obsessed with feathers, painted lots of them. Where these things come from I'll never know. Last time this happened it was tornados. Got obsessed with tornados, made a few prints and a big painting, had cows flying around and such. About 3 weeks later I read a small press release announcing that Michael Crichton was making a movie about tornados. We all know what he did with the cows. I had been reading his book "Travels" which is a wonderful book and far from his usual potboily science thriller stories, siince it has to do with his travels both on the planet and into his own psychic self. Well I musta reached out to his psychic self and pulled out the tornado concept is all I can think. So if he comes out with a book or movie or something about Native American ritual magic I will be convinced there is a link. THE BEAUTIFUL MOON GOD AND HIS SEX MAGIC

Was looking for something pertinent to the current heat wave but found this instead:
YOUR CHEATIN' BUTT