I’m happy that change is afoot. I’m happy that it’s the change that I voted for. I’m hesitantly excited, seeing the potential but also aware of the possibilities for things to go horribly awry.
What makes me happiest, though, is knowing that people like Fred Shuttleworth, F.D. Reese, and James Armstrong — and my parents, and everyone else that fought on any level to bring equality (on at least a legislated level) to this country — got to live long enough to see the fruits of their labor. For all those that aren’t around to see it, at least there are some who can witness that their efforts weren’t in vain.
In the meantime, everyone watch this, and laugh. Because after the last 21 months, we can finally all start to breathe again, and laughter is just excited breathing, really…
See what you’ve been missing at Bailey’s? Miss out no more — Friday night 9/26, 10:30 PM, and much more entertaining because we’ll be a lot more inebriated.
It’s not so much that I’m for anyone else as much as I’m against the Republican Party. Sorry, McCain, nothing personal, but sometimes, it really is the compnay you keep that provides me with a point of reference for judgment.
The mind positively boggles. I watch this, and I feel like either I’m living in 1993 and didn’t realize it, or that there’s a Los Angeles, Iowa (population: 11) responsible for this.
Back from 72 hours away from the world. Well, my world, at least. No internet, no cell phone service, no radio or television for three days straight. Amazingly, I really liked it.
No stories to tell, really — it’s was joyously, invigoratingly uneventful. A few days with family, a night sky free of video pollution that aloowed me to see more stars than I’m used to, cows, a horseback ride, strange nighttime noises from the local fauna, and more cows.
If anyone out there can decipher the French enough to give me a clue on some search terms for wherever this is, you can come with me and CL on our honeymoon. Probably to keep her company at the base, since she’s terribly acrophobic, but still, it’s France… (or is it?)
