drunk poster

I've never done this, but I'm gonna drunk-post tonight. (You know; you've heard of drunk-dialing. This is the net equivalent of that...) After 5 drinks, I'm just going to let it all out.

If I've officially become the next group of people to be forced to wear pink triangles on my shoulder, I'm going to let out one last scream before the storm troopers arrive.

Yeah, yeah... You know what I mean; it's the next logical step in the Culture War. I'm THE ENEMY and it makes since that I'm going to lose a few more of my rights before the Right is satisfied. Yes, I'm a living, breathing example of why you need a theocracy. After all, God hates fags. Everybody knows that. So why not just take a few of their special rights away? I mean, the fags don't need to own guns. (Like they're going to hunt!) And their very existence sealed the election, so let's just yank a few more rights from them. Like their right to form legally recognized unions, for example. I mean, it's not like they're real citizens or anything!

Tonight, the air of Washington, D.C. is cool and breezy. It puts me in the mind of a my time in Ireland when the nights would be crisp and cool. Not coincidentally, Tower (a.k.a. Will) and I just had a pair of a drink by that very same name.

Tower and I spent a great afternoon playing video games, sipping on screwdrivers and visiting with friendly folks at the Washington Post Inside Source social event to celebrate the new video game, Halo II.

It was a blast. I even came in #2 in a multi-player version of King of the Hill. (I thought it was going to be an homage to the cartoon; apparently it was just a reference to the Lord of the Flies!)

But you know what? Todd and I are busy planning a trip to Toronto (he wants to get a job there) so he can visit with his pal Michelle. So I have to go. Please excuse me.

Hugs and kisses,
J