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Casey/Male/31-35. Lives in United States/California/San Francisco/The Mission, speaks English and  . Spends 80% of daytime online. Uses a Faster (1M+) connection.
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Saturday, August 18, 2001

Number two on the back and sides.

Sometimes a haircut is just a haircut. A nice meandering article on getting shorn. I'll need to go see someone at Louie's shortly; I have to remember to wait for the guy with the beard, who did it the best.

07:18 PM PST (link)

Devils, Angels, Songbirds, Spirits.

For no apparant reason, religious thoughts this morning afternoon:

Jason is mistaken for a Satanist. Happens to me every time I wear my Sigil of the Gateway shirt. For the record, I like the Church of Satan's take on glorification of the self, personal freedom and disrespect for willful ignorance or blind faith. But I wouldn't want to be one. Between their reputation, church politics (which are not unique to any church), their approval of vengeance, as well as some less formed opinions on their tacit support of Christianity, and the fundamental usage of "ritual" (like Catholic Transubstantiation or other Magicks)...we're just not the best fit. But I'm sure they're all nice people! (Waves to the CoS folks!)

The Ortolan is a small songbird which in France was traditionally eaten whole with a napkin over one's head to savor the aromas, but I like the suggestion that it is "so that God cannot see [one]" commiting this barbaric act. (The bird is a protected species, so hunting it is illegal.) You can hear a great story about the bird and dish in the second act of the Poultry Slam episode (Requires RealAudio) of This American Life.

As an aside, the roommate asked me why I answered that great coincidence and luck were different than a miracle. Hard to believe in Divine Intervention if you don't accept a Divinity as well.

But in contrast to my normally skeptical nature, I've always found resonance in Voodoo/Vodun traditions. Sure, as a vegetarian I'm a bit conflicted about animal sacrifice, (which can be avoided in some traditions) but then the Vodun are not unique in their ritual use of animals either. And how is any of this any worse than eating a tiny songbird? (Interesting to note this page on Gay people in Vodou.)

06:35 PM PST (link)

Friday, August 17, 2001

The 2002 Plymouth Lambda.

What's the ultimate Gay or Lesbian Car? I love Tom and Ray from Car Talk.

There was a good portion of the 90's here in San Francisco when my friends and I always saw other gay men in Jeep Wranglers (usually red for guys, rainbow flag stripe on the back, great danes in the passenger seat being shuttled to park.) Then I think the lesbians must have bought those used and repainted them dark green.

And of course there's the Miata, which is the perfect Double-Income-No-Kids vehicle.

10:23 AM PST (link)

Thursday, August 16, 2001

They Ship to Warshington, DC.

How are you spending your tax "rebate" from our Curious "President" George? Don't forget to send a thank-you note, or maybe send him a thank-you gift. (Look soon before it's deleted. Link via Chuck.)

07:43 PM PST (link)

In-n-out _urge_.

"There is nothing sinister about the Bible passages that come printed on every soda cup and burger bag -- it's just the deeply religious corporate owners' way of 'testifying.'"

What ever happened to the separation of Church and...Meat? Uh, nevermind.

(link via Reese.)

07:11 PM PST (link)

The List Meme.

I'm a Desperate Joiner. Here's my "list" after Jonno and JDub and Dean and Ron and Mark and Patric and David and Huntington and Blogstalker.... And no offense intended, but let's be honest—answering questionaires is easier than coming up with original content. It's kind of a welcome break today. (Click "more" for my answers.)  (See More)

06:18 PM PST (link)

Tuesday, August 14, 2001

Do we EVER think we're clever.

Diary updated. Because as I said last night just now in my best Diva voice, "My public yearns for me!"

The Boyfriend said he wouldn't panic about our upcoming trip because I was doing the freaking out for both of us. In fact, I'm now the designated freak. It's official now!

I also coined a place-name the other night, the country where our upstairs neighbors hail from: Fucktardia. Maps forthcoming, once I get our Spain trip nailed down.

02:08 AM PST (link)

Monday, August 13, 2001

You can hear me breathing.

No, really, I've been online. I've just been more interesting in building my Theme Park this weekend and seeing animated features than posting. Escaping reality? Maybe. But this looks to be an interesting couple of weeks before our trip to Spain, where there are some fairytale castles we'll try to joust in real life.

05:48 PM PST (link)


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