Okay. This is actually kind of funny.
Starbucks recently announced that they will be repricing all drinks according to the number of characters in the drink title; one character = $1. You can expect the following great new prices:
Black coffee: $11
Iced vanilla latte: $16
Double Ristretto Venti Half-Soy Nonfat Decaf Organic Chocolate Brownie Iced Vanilla Double-Shot Gingerbread Frappuccino Extra Hot With Foam Whipped Cream Upside Down Double Blended, One Sweet’N Low and One Nutrasweet, and Ice: $204
Author’s note: I love you mom!!
This is I song I love right now.
I haven’t talked about politics much here, and only because I did not find it significant to my art. But, I’ve noticed some activity around here that compels me to address this issue. I need to clear something up to followers and readers of my blog. I advocate gay marriage. Actually, I advocate civil rights.
I want to make this as simple as possible. It frustrates me that sometimes I can be as cogent as possible and people still argue with me or shake their heads. But I’ll be concise here.
I am not a libertarian. I do not think you should be allowed to bring a loaded gun into a movie theater just in case someone yells fire. But this issue is about someone being allowed to be happy.
When I found out my father was gay, my initial reaction was simple. I shrugged it off. It didn’t seem that bizarre. When I went into church and was told about a man who walked on water and folks who talked to burning bushes. It seemed bizarre. But I did immediately try to stop those people from what they were doing no matter how much I could never figure out what the hell was going on, so what is the problem with these particular religious individuals. Many of these people may be unable to think for themselves or are full of superstition.
The question I am wanting to ask here is… Two males or 2 females being attracted to each other is a natural thing. People sitting in pews listening to a preacher who claims insight into the minds of ancient authors is a supernatural thing… so my question is… how does what these people say about this make any sense?
I’ve never doubted myself once. Okay. Maybe Once. But only once. Actually maybe it was thrice. How many is that now? goddammit.
Going to the Four Seasons concert? Pine for the days of better music? Need all the help you can get? You’d better spruce up your place, grab your best furcoat–on your way to the concert, you don’t want to catch a cold, whether or not you think you’re prepared.