I know I'm not posting these days, but if you have a literary bent, why not go to http://beautifullyput.blogspot.com/
and email your favourite bits of books for everyone to enjoy.
Go on, you know you want to.
When the time comes, exhale slowly and squeeze the trigger.
A busy day
Gosh, you know it's a big day when you discover 2 new heroes.
The first, proving that you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places, is a Republican politician. Imagine that!
So the story is that Roy McDonald, a Republican State Senator for New York is going to vote for gay marriage.
And he's doing it in style. When pressed, he had this to say on the matter...
"You get to the point where you evolve in your life where everything isn't black and white, good and bad, and you try to do the right thing,
You might not like that. You might be very cynical about that. Well, fuck it, I don't care what you think. I'm trying to do the right thing.
I'm tired of Republican-Democrat politics. They can take the job and shove it."
Honest to God, I actually had a tear in my eye as I typed that.
There is still hope for the world.
And now, to take that hope away, there's a tweet from some dude in today's Metro.
The twittersphere/twatterati/idiots online are all abuzz with a new potential Harry Potter thingy called Pottermore somewhere on that internet. Don't ask me any more than that, I neither know, nor care.
Point being, the Metro, like all lazy news outlets, decide to add colour to their news reporting/fill a few column inches on the cheap with quotes from the man on the street. LunaHP15711 tweeted: '#PotterMore announcement!! Can't wait!'
alsoalysonmiers wrote: 'Tomorrow morning we get #pottermore! It just might be enough to get me out of bed early!'
but most amusingly, StuartDP22: 'I hope JK Rowling's "Pottermore" is an online pottery store, not because I like pottery, but because I like millions of disappointed people.'
Short, short stories
For sale: One parachute. Bargain. Only used once. Never opened.
If lesbians didn't exist, men would have to invent them
It's been a busy week for fake lesbians. Hot on the kitten heels of the Gay Girl in Damascus who turned out to be not nearly as gay, as much of a girl or as near damascus as advertised (Tom MacMaster, married man in Edinburgh), comes Paula Brooks (Bill Graber) executive editor of LezGetReal.com.
Personally, I think these are lovely stories. After all, it puts to rest the notion that you have to be a member of a community to understand or comment on issues that affect them - because presumably if someone can, over a period of years, convince people that they are a lesbian, then they must have a reasonable understanding of things.
Or do they? This notion presupposes that any of The Blogging Lesbians (which would be a brilliant name for a band, now I think about it) are actually real.
Maybe there are no lesbians blogging? Maybe they're too busy putting up shelves and moving in with each other (*irony alert* of course this is just another boring stereotype. Everyone knows lesbians actually spent literally all their time showering).
This would mean that the internet is full of men posing as lesbians flirting with other men posing as lesbians whilst, in the final irony of all, the actual, real women in their lives wait for them to get off the damn computer already and come back to bed.
Sometimes, just sometimes, I feel like I've been given a tiny glimpse into God's plan.
Quote of the day
From my weekend in Iceland (feel free to add your own Kerry Katona joke here. Everyone else did):
Whilst on a bus touring some of the major scenic sites of a large, volcanic island: "Ok guys, we're next going to stop off in the town of Geysir. There's some sort of natural feature there. I think it might be a waterfall."
A waterfall. Jeez.
Fun fact: Almost every language in the world uses the word 'geyser' for the hot water spouty phenomenon - and all of these are named after the town of Geysir. The quirky result of this is that one of the few languages for which the word for a geyser is not 'geyser', is actually Icelandic.
I guess that one's answered
So, nights resulted in:
1. A total loss of awareness of what day it was.
2. Wandering round in a zombie-like state.
3. An embarrassing tendency to bump into things.
4. No blogging.
5. And when you do blog, it's just not funny.
I'm serious about number 5.