November 25, 2004
When I was friends with a couple of gay guys from church, one of them suggested that I was Dorothy from The Golden Girls. Being the open-minded kind of guy I am, I proudly accepted my new label, courtesy of a genuine homosexual, even though I’ve barely sat through an entire episode of The Golden Girls in my life. So when I got a link to the “Which Golden Girl Are You?” poll at Gay.com, I figured I had to give it a shot.
Now, science has confirmed what Kway told me so many years ago. I am Dorothy.
You’re Dorothy!
“Please, Blanche, we could get herpes listening to this story.” You’re Dorothy, the whip-smart substitute teacher who kicks ass at Scrabble and Jeopardy. You dish out the sassback to your loved ones, but you’d never really send them to nursing home Shady Pines. Your comebacks (“Did you just get back from a funeral?” “No, Rose, we were singing backup for Johnny Cash.”) get funnier each time we hear them.
November 15, 2004
The new job is taking up most of my time these days, but I wanted to pass along an article in the Boston Globe that made me proud of my adoptive hometown of Savannah, Georgia.
“George W. Bush can now claim a clear victory in the popular vote for president, thanks in part to people in and around the city of New York. But the president got no reelection mandate from the citizens of Savannah.”
Check out Beyond Red and Blue (again) by Robert David Sullivan.
November 10, 2004
A cucumber, left to its own devices, will transform from a solid to a liquid state.
Jacksonville has a monorail, and if you’d like to ride it, you may have the whole train to yourself.
If you suggest to your dad that he apply for a job you’re trying to get, don’t be surprised when they hire your dad.
If you wait a little while to clean dog poop off a floor, it’s easier, because it hardens up.
If you get rid of one asshole Attorney General, don’t get your hopes up, because it’s just going to grow back bigger and worse.
