Grape Juice is Great Juice - I've been saying this all along! Grape juice is the best juice in the world, but cranberry is a close second. Apple juice is just gross, but cider is good. The article is actually about antioxidants, though. Quoth British researcher Alan Crozier, "Purple grape juice made with Concord grapes contains the highest and broadest range of ployphenols as well as having the highest antioxidant capacity. Other high-ranking produces include cloudy apple juice and cranberry juice drink."

Ballmer says Google is insane - So is that what he calls his reflection? I've always just addressed myself as "self." I'd say something like "It'll be smooth sailing from here, Self." Ballmer, scary-looking CEO of Microsoft and really crazy dude, is all up in arms over Google (again) over their development plans for the new Docs & Spreadsheets product, among other things. That man is going to have a heart attack, mark my words.

The Problem, in A Fundamental Nutshell: 'Is Your Baby Gay?' - I tried to think of something for this one, but Southern Baptists just aren't funny. Mohler, "one of the leading voices of the... Southern Baptist Convention," asked on his blog what Christians would do if there was testing available to detect imminent homosexuality in fetuses and a hormone patch that could prevent it. It's sort of an interesting question, after you get past the disgusting bigotry of the way it's asked.

By the by, the new dog is named Abigail, and she was spayed on Friday. I haven't gotten any pictures because the light has sucked for the past couple of days.

I should be pretty pleased. I'm not.

CO, SC, SD, TN, VA, and WI (at least) passed amendments to their respective state constitutions to define marriage as being between one man and one woman. I'd like to take this opportunity to note that none of these amendments actually changes the status of gay marriage in those states. None of them have ever allowed gay marriage, and DOMA protects them from having to recognize unions from other states. This is a preemptive attack by conservatives against the possibility of change. You know, Virginia was starting to grow on me. I was beginning to think I might be able to settle down here someday. So much for that idea.

Hey Virginia, you might want to update your slogan.

On an unrelated note, rule 34. I have no idea what most of the first thirty-three rules are. The first two are "Don't visualize" and "No, really, don't visualize!." Rule 34 is NSFW, so you'll have to click below to read about it.

Rule 34 states that "If it exists, there is porn of it." Also known as the "Ow! My childhood!" rule. A Google search for "there is porn of it" points overwhelmingly towards that fact being rule #34. A similar search for rule 34 is not as decisive, but this usage still occurs on the first page of a result. I don't know if this is tells us about Google, namespaces, or just that I'm really bored.

"sex is a thirteen letter word"

Let's see. One, two... thirteen! Awesome! I learned something new about sex today.

I've been out for a good number of years now. It was Friday 13 December 2002. That's a long story for another day. I was lucky though. Even though I come from a relatively conservative area in upstate New York, I didn't get much trouble about it. My family was, for the most part, very accepting. I don't know how people, especially young people, deal with it when their friends or family reject them for their sexuality. I wish there was something I could do for them. In fact if you're in that situation, contact me, I want to help if I can.

The most important thing for me about coming out is that it makes people think. It's one thing to hate "gay people" (or other less tasteful terms) and entirely another to hate a person you've known for years. A lot of people that have a problem with homsexuals actually are afraid of the Big Bad HomoMonster™. Come out. Come out as an ally. Be the person that destroys the Big Bad HomoMonster™, even if it's just for your immediate family and friends.

My friend Katie lives about an hour from me, near Rochester. She went on and on to me about this club she liked there called Muther's when we were at school. She told me about drag shows that she's been to there. I told her that I'd go at some point, but I was in no rush. I knew Steve didn't really like clubs, so I wasn't going to press the matter with him.

About 3 weeks ago I got a call from Amber. She asked me if I wanted to go to a drag show with her. Now I had never been to one, but I had been meaning to for some time. I told Steve, and while he wasn't thrilled, he agreed. I had glee. Next, Amber tells me that it's at Muther's, the club that Katie kept harassing me about. I asked if we'd see Katie there. As it turned out, Katie was making her drag debut!

We arrived early, so there was nobody there. I got the marker hand, along with one of Amber's friends, while Amber and Steve got the alcoholic wristbands. Amber's not of age, but she looks remarkably like her older sister when she smiles, so she got by. Around 11, the first performers came out. The first couple acts were drag kings (it's like drag queens, only reversed) and I was pretty much unimpressed. No offense ladies (or gentlemen, if you prefer) but I've seen manlier women around campus. The queens were much better performers - pun intended - but I was mostly not into the music. Then Katie came out. She was actually one of the best acts out there, no lie. I don't like her well enough to lie about something like that. I was surprised. Of course, I'm still not a fan of the music, but she did it well, and with her friend Eric, it was perfect.

The second act was much better for kings and queens alike. I think the crowd was a lot more responsive, or at least a lot more drunk. The music didn't improve by much, but there were a couple classics thrown in, including Cake's cover or the classic "I Will Survive". Amber was drinking slowly but steadily, and by the end of the night we had one rather spirited dance before we called it a night. I drove home.

I think fun was had by all, even though Steve was getting a little tired by the second show. On the way back, Amber and I decided that we should occasionally go back. Hell, neither of us have Friday classes next semester.

Anything you write on the web has the potential of coming back to haunt you. Luckily for me, I have no reputation to protect.

I've been hanging out with Tracy (who incidentally hasn't touched her site in ages) quite a bit lately. We spend much time contemplating how little there is to do in the Finger Lakes for people who are Broke As Hell™. These are some of the few times that I regret being unemployed. The other times are when I am on my computer and want it to be faster, or when I want to buy something, or when I'm low on gas, or when I'm hungry, or in other situations where it would do well to have money. In retrospect, there are more than a few times that I regret being unemployed. I do not regret it, however, between the hours of 6 and 11 in the morning, when I am sleeping.

I digress. I came today to talk about bloodwork. If your doctor sends you in for routine bloodwork, and casually asks if you'd like to be tested for HIV, tell him no. If you have a female doctor, tell her no. The number of things that have been going through my head, the what ifs, is terrible. Even though I'm sure it will come back negative, my imagination really seems to love contemplating the possibilities. Because I needed to take my mind off it, and because I knew she'd be a helpful person to talk to about it, I called on Tracy.

We sat around on the dock for a while and dangled feet in the water and talked about school, friends, life, and everything else. Hunger set in, and on a reminiscent kick we decided to go to Luigi's, a little pizza place in Naples. There we ate chicken wing pizza and reminisced more. More so than doing it, talking about reminiscing makes one feel old. After pizza I did not feel like going home, so we got in the car and I drove in the opposite direction. That was not much more exciting than the route home, until I decided that getting lost would be a good idea. We took a side road, about a lane and a half wide, dirt, with trees on either side. There was this house that appeared to be abandoned. The windows were all boarded, with no trespassing signs, but the lawn was mowed out front. That, along with darkness and lack of flashlights kept us out. The oddest thing about the house was not its lawn, but its address. It had a five digit number! This was before we were thouroughly lost, so I do intend to explore eventually.

A few twists and turns later, we found ourselves on top of one of those big hills. If you're from the Finger Lakes you know what I'm talking about. It's one of those hills you always see in the distance but can never figure out how to get on top of. We went out and sat on top of the car for a while and popped some straws we liberated from Luigi's (remember Luigi's?). The ones from Wendy's worked better.

It was a great time of day to be way up in the air. The stars were just coming out. We sat for a while trying to discern where the sounds of traffic originated, so far out in the sticks. It turned out to be I-390. We had fun looking at the sky and contemplating the really important things in life, like what the fuck was a broadcast antenna doing on top of this hill and what did it broadcast?

On the way home we got Really Fucking Lost™. I'm trademarking a lot of things tonight. Anywho, we were down near Cohocton and Wayland, and by astral navigation and Tracy's Spidey Sense, we managed to find 21 and get our Really Fucking Lost Broke as Hell asses out of there. I should mention that Spidey Sense is probably trademarked to Marvel, or Stan Lee, or something like that. It would be pretty dickish of them to come after me for something like this though.

Back at the Casa de Tracy, we did more lakeside-sitting, though this time we kept our piggies out of it. The temperature had dropped a healthy number of degrees, and there was a stiff breeze. More stargazing was accomplished at this point. I'm losing wind here. Can you tell? Oh yeah, and before we arrived back at Tracy's, we stopped at the graveyard and did the first major stargazing and talking about stars thing.

I'm done.