Do we dare attempt to make the world we have the world as we would have it?
A fragment, in honour of National Coming Out Day
Nessie, Come Out
TTTO: “Nessie Come Up” by Dr. Jane
Nessie, come out, you’re gay, dear
We’ve known you are gay for sometime
Please don’t resist
No no, we insist
Don’t be bashful, cause we think it’s fine
The truth is, my dear
You’ve always been queer
The truth cannot be denied
Oh Nessie, we think you are, think you are, think you are
Nessie, we think you’re divine!
(I’ll get my coat…)
It must be getting time for Christmas, because the odd gift ideas are starting to pop up everywhere. PG Tips has announced the “ReadyWhenUR Kettle”, an SMS-enabled kettle you can switch on from your mobile phone.
A spokeswoman for PG told Ananova: “It could revolutionise tea-time. Now there is no excuse for not putting the kettle on.”
But why exactly you would want this function is something of a mystery to us. After all, it isn’t going to fetch your favourite mug from the cupboard, rummage around for the last teabag and combine all the relevant ingredients once the water is boiled, is it?
It’s good to know that top scientists are on top of important research and development like this. We truly live in a modern world.
Link courtesy of redaxe, a chair made from genuine NYC Walk/Don’t Walk signs:
Only $2700. What a bargain.
I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.
I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.
We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.
We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.
I am the transgender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant–and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don’t raise a stink.
I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.
I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.
I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.
I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of “homosexual” until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.
I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.
We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.
If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don’t have to be afraid. You can handle it. You’re stronger than you think.
I am making a difference. Hate will not win.
Seen on a mailing list:
http://forums.comicbookresources.com/showthread.php?t=82458&page=1&pp=15
Wherein, you shall find stuff like:
Yon renowned fellow, let us kick it
Ho, everyone, cease, I prithee listen
Thor hath returned with a new invention
Something taketh hold of me most tight
Floweth like a harpoon day and night
Shall it ever end? I doth not know
Conjure the darkness and I shall glow
To great measure, mine voice is as a vandal
Brighten mine surroundings and snuff a life as though ’twere a candle
Yon mystic dance doth boom like a storm in motion
I bring death upon thee as like a black potion
Lethal, when I doth serenade thee
For any lesser tune wouldst be a travesty
Art thy affections roused, or dost thou flee?
Thou shouldst aim well, lest I forsake thee
If there be any ill, I shalt resolve it
Look thee upon mine hook while mine DJ revolves it
and
Ooh, mine beloved, knowest thou what that be worth?
Ooh, Valhalla art a place on Earth.
The minstrels sing that in Valhalla, love comes first
Thou makest Valhalla a place on Earth.
Ooh, Valhalla art a place on Earth.
EDIT: Due to confusion, I’ll point out that this is a pastiche of the Marvel Comics rendition of Thor, in which Stan Lee puts a high school production of Shakespeare through a blender on puree.
Two memes for the price of one. First, from tigerbright
More blathering about my health, behind a cut-tag so you can skip past if that bores you. 🙂
The meme du jour asks me to post a Firefly quote in my LJ. So, here it is:
Simon: Are you always this sentimental?
Mal: Had a good day.
Simon: You had the Alliance on you, criminals and savages… half the people on the ship have been shot or wounded–including yourself–and you’re harboring known fugitives.
Mal: We’re still flying.
Simon: That’s not much.
Mal: It’s enough.
I’ve been a bit lax lately about updating this journal with “what’s going on with Rob” stuff of late. This is partly because of late, life hasn’t been all *that* interesting, and in part because other stresses keeping me from really wrapping my mind around writing here. But, since part of the point of this journal is to keep folks updated with what’s going on with me, I’m going to try and do a bit better.