The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.

Weekly Wacko (3)

For Halloween this year I went to the Castro, in San Francisco. The Castro, for those of you who don’t know, is San Francisco’s gayborhood. Yes, San Francisco is known as somewhat of a city-wide gayborhood, but the Castro is high-concentration gayborhood-ness.

It’s a great area for people watching, especially on Halloween. Here are some pictures I took from that night.

Here I am. I am a “cereal killer.” This costume did not really make a big splash because no one got it. My “knife” was a switch blade comb (I was going to be a greaser).
A friend and I were walking around taking photos of people, and people watching. I started quizzing people who would stare at me. My friend was dressed as Luigi, and I have to admit, I had Luigi-envy, because everyone got him right away. Me? No such luck.

“Can you tell what I am?”

“Uhh …”

Holding up the switch blade comb to a box of cereal, as though I’m going to cut it, I say, “pretend this is a knife.”

“It’s Halloween. I don’t have to pretend anything.”

What do you say to that?

me

Ahhh, the insanity. We were confined to sidewalks to so it was very hard to get around. I am so glad, during times like these, that I’m somewhat tall. I can at least get some fresh air that way.

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No snark from me, just thought this was a cool costume.

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Seems about right.

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Yep.

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“Honey, we’re visiting San Francisco. We should go to the ‘gay’ part of town.”

“Why, what’s there?”

“Nothing, it’d just be fun to walk around!”

“Well, allllll riiiiight.”

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Take out food, za-zing!

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Such an awesome costume!

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California Raisons! Great costume idea. Luigi and I agreed, any costume is better when done team-style.

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Me-ow.

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Happy belated Halloween everyone!

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De Jour of the Week (11/2/09)

11/2/09

Ouch.

It took her a very long time to convince her husband to get the vasectomy. He was obstinate. He would give no reason sometimes, and other times when she would bring it up he would reach, trying to say anything to guilt her into not bringing up the topic. Her favorite excuse was one time when she was bringing it up somewhat subtly, he realized what she was about to start talking about – he cut her off and said, “good God – you’re going to bring this up tonight? The Charlie Brown Christmas special is going to be on!” She had to hand it to him, that threw her off.

Nevertheless, after a year of patient, skillful, (let’s face it) nagging, she had won him over. She had talked to doctors without him and found out everything there is to know about the procedure. She had promised dinners made entirely of steak and cake, and other promises we won’t get into.

He had consented.

They visited the best doctor in the state. He was prepped, physically, and mentally. The doctor was prepped. The earthquake was, well, unfortunate.

Weekly Wacko (2)

My junior and senior years of high school I consistently volunteered at a Youth Center at Hunter Army Airfield. I worked with elementary school kids, helping them to figure out their homework, or if they didn’t have any they would have me touch the ceiling (my lanky 6′3 frame was an easy source of amusement).

One of the employees at the Youth Center was Miss Grant. Miss Grant enjoyed having me around, and she was (as well as the other folks who worked there) great to work with. One day Miss Grant came up to me after I’d been helping some kids for a while.

“Well?,” she said, with a heavy dose of expectation on that word.

“Uh …,” I said, not sure what I’d missed.

She stared me down for a while, “aren’t you going to congratulate me?,” she finally said, again with the implication that I should be ashamed I hadn’t said anything first.

“Uh …,” I said, no less confused than before, but now feeling guilty.

She rubbed her belly.

“Uhhh …,” again, still unsure, but the way she rubbed her belly could only mean one thing, “you’re … you’re pregnant?! Congratulations!”

Trapped.

“WHAT?! I’m pregnant!?!”

Terror, fear, horror, guilt, worry.

“How dare you say I’m pregnant! I know I could lose some weight but -”

Then, she cracked up.

“That was fun,” she said, smiling, and walked away.