Arkansas Bigots Have Enough Signatures For Amendment

Three bigot-groups have collected enough signatures to have placed on the November ballot a measure that would define marriage as only a union between a man and a woman. It would also ban civil unions and domestic partnerships. Read the article here.

I Want A Gmail Account!

Oh how I want a Gmail account. I don’t really need it, I have four accounts now, with 1.2 gigs+ of space, but I still want it. I want to play with it. I want to gaze longingly at it’s innovative interface. If they gave me one, I would settle for graphic ads. They don’t have to stick to text ads. I don’t care if they read my email, it’s 95% spam anyway. I WANT IT! I want to be a part of their select group. I want to be able to tell people “I have a Gmail account, do you?” Lame? Of course, but that doesn’t change anything. I want to experience what everyone’s been raving about. I want to try out the nifty little features. I fully understand that I will probably use it for a while, the new will wear off, and then someone else will have to feed it—wait…that’s not right—then I’ll forget about it (yeah…that’s right).

They say that if you’re a Blogger user, then you have a chance of an invite. Well, let me tell you, it hasn’t come yet—and I have two blogs! I was playing “Click It First” on Kevin Rose’s site, but I never won. Then I was playing “Refresh And Win” at Gmail Machine and never got anywhere. Of course, they’ve had about 28 million page hits, so it’s almost a sure bet the I won’t be the lucky winner.

Oh well, I guess its time for a pity-party and I’m the host. Ya’ll come on over and I’ll mix up some drinks and we can all take turns pounding the F5 key until it falls out.

Whips and Chains, Whips and Chains…

Do you have that uncanny ability to say the most embarrassing thing just as the waiter approaches your table at a restaurant? I do, I’m very adept in that skill. Take last night for instance. I went out with several friends to the Outback Steakhouse and we were in a rather good mood, despite this being a dry county and all.

There had already been several bouts of uncontrolled laughter from the table and I don’t remember what we were talking about, but it had to be something to do with kinky sex, and I blurted out “Whips and Chains, Whips and Chains, Everybody Likes Whips and Chains!” Well, I started to anyway. As soon as I got out the first Chains, I noticed our waiter walk up in my peripheral vision. They all saw him, but I didn’t. The entire table erupted with uncontrolled , hysterical laughter. Only Nancy was able to maintain her composure enough to tell the waiter we were fine, before he literally ran away!

It was wonderful! I had the most fun!

TTFN