Received this email last week and it made me laugh. Also, I have aspirations for making this a reality. It would be a day dedicated to telling everyone what you really think. Plus running over pedestrians would be sooo much fun.

Dear Mr. Rogers,

International Bitch Day?

That's the one where they run pedestrains over during the parade.

I'm so there.

sean

 
I could only hope.

In other news, I actually used the phrase "false pseudonyms" tonight. Can I please go back to school?

 
How was my night you ask?

I went to the Gong Show at Oz which was apparently themed ghetto-tastic. The girl from Biloxi basically did everyone in when she called Bianca del Rio "queenie girl." And she was only the first person on stage. The show ended abruptly when the prize wheel actually fell on Bianca and knocked her off the stage.

Have you ever seen a drag queen attacked by a prize wheel? Don't. It fucks up your world, especially after a few drinks.

 
I think that I have to agree. "If your not part of the solution, you're part of the problem." We were actually discussing the merits of sniping at work. We decided that we should keep a pellet gun behind the counter to be used on stupid customers. Of course, we have no desire to be secretive about our sniping. Rather we would identify a specific customer as stupid (we already have a LONG list), tell them so. and then shoot them.

We have no intentions of actually killing them, just wouding them. It's sort of like the tests where rats learn to push the lever that isn't electrified. Our hope is that we could train them to behave properly. Also, by shooting customers so publicly, the assumption is that it will be an example to the rest of the customers.

If smeone were to walk up to the counter and ask a question such as "Do you serve coffee?" we would be allowed to shoot them. Or if my favorite bitch of a woman were to come in and ask for her chicken caeser salad with no cheese and substitute walnuts for the chicken and instead of caeser dressing, to bring her oil and vinegar on the side, I would be perfectly within my rights to shoot at her and tell her what I think. If that doesn't work, I would be allowed to beat her into submission with a chair.

Of course, all of this was brought on by the fact that today was apparently International Bitch Day.

 
The other day I saw a commercial for the new season of Boston Public, and it amazed me. The show itself has always amazed me. It is a program, that for the most part, valorizes the teaching profession. I am impressed by this facet because it is something that is so rarely done in society at large. Teachers, for the most part, are incredibly underappreciated figures.

Maybe my feelings on this are slightly influenced by the fact that my mother is a teacher. Regardless, though, this is an issue that often gets me on top of my soapbox, so here I go.

David Kelley would apparently have us believe that teachers are heroes, but only when they are dealing with riots, school shootings and drag queens as prom queens. Most teachers never have such worries. They have to cope with getting a classroom full of kids to learn something. They are faced with kids who don't want to be there, parents who are uninvolved, poor funding, lack of supplies, and countless other obstacles. They do all of this for a rather pathetic salary.

I am always astounded when someone has the gall to mutter something along the lines of "Those who can do; those who can't teach." Often this is said by someone who just doesn't have a clue. Probably by someone who actually gets a lunch break as opposed to trying to eat in all of fifteen minutes before they have a duty or class. Someone, who for the most part won't leave work with 150 papers to grade. Or someone who when they get vacation from work, they're really on vacation. Teachers, who all have their summers off may spend that time trying to earn extra income, or develop lesson plans or try and figure out a new textbook series.

Now I don't think that all teachers are the most wonderful people ever. There are bad teachers. I've had some of them. But there are also a lot of very good teachers who often don't get the thanks they deserve. Teaching is not a profession for the social climber or those looking to get rich. It's a labor of love, as corny as that may sound.

Basically, that entire diatribe was intended to lead in to me asking for a favor. Just slightly tip the scales for only a brief period of time. In a society where we feel that a man who throws a baseball or football for a living deserves to get paid millions of dollars but the people who teach us only deserve maybe $30,000, just go and tell a teacher, any teacher, "thank you." Whether they are your teacher or your kids' teacher or just any teacher, just let them know that they are appreciated.

***stepping off soapbox***

 
I got drunk. Then I came back to James' and we dyed a guy's hair and Nair-ed his back. Not just any guy. A straight guy. His hair looks good and the Nair-ing process was dis-gust-ing. How's that for a night.

 
I am headed over to James' where I will be using my gay super power of dying hair on his roommate. I have other gay superpowers but it is likely I won't be breaking any of those out this evening. That's just so I can continue to maintain my secret identity.

 
I am in love with Ian Somerhalder from The Rules of Attraction. Just seeing him dancing on a bed in his underwear to George Michael's "Faith" made my evening.

 
Today was a perfect day. The weather's a-changin' and I took this as my cue for some much needed time off. I woke up had a leisurely breakfast with the fam and then hit Rue on Magazine Street. I just sat outside with a book and a cup of coffee and disconnected. No cell phone, no telling people where I was, nothing. I eventually took a little stroll and went window shopping before heading back home. Now I am off to meet some friends over a few glasses of wine. With the realization that I am off work tomorrow, that will make tonight so much more enjoyable.

 
It's finally starting to look like fall here in the Big Sleazy. It's in the low 70's and slightly breezy. This may not seem like anything special, but living in a city where seasons are practically indistinguishable, I am in heaven. We're finally getting real fall weather. It's not just due to an oncoming hurricane.

 
I've always known how to love. It's something I can give freely, and have done so for a while. I've always been good about showing love, for the most part.

It's the receiving that I've always had a problem with. I have never been able to cope with the idea of someone else showing me love. I guess that I felt I never really deserved it. In fact, I have done a great deal of things in my life, both consciously and unconsciously, to prove to myself that I am not worthy of another's love. As a result, when another person tried to love me, I was often scared and confused; I often tried to push that person away. Maybe I was just afraid that if I was open to it, I might get hurt.

Recently, all of that has changed. through numerous events and people, I have learned that I am in fact deserving of another's love. James taught me that it's OK to be open to love. He taught me that I might get hurt but that I can and will survive. I have learned through the example he presents everyday. Life in general has taught me a lot. The past few years I have spent a lot of time getting to know myself, and realizing that I am not all that bad. Kristi, though, my long time friend and soul sister, was the first to show me that I am worthy of being loved. Despite everything, she has always loved me, almost unconditionally. And she was never afraid to tell me. She started me on the path to being open to love. It is to her that I am indebted for finally being able to fully discover love and for allowing love to finally discover me.

 
Whoever came to my site looking for Sesame Street spank Big Bird, if you ever come back I swear to god I will hunt you down and beat you to death with your own severed limb. That's just sick. Now go to your room and think about what you've done

 
I think that you officially have a problem when you go out and there is a debate about who gets to blog the events of the evening.

 
After James and I spent a good deal of time trying to find some place that was affordable to evacuate to (read: what bloggers do we want to meet?) we were forced to throw in the towel. Sadly, New York, San Francisco, Denver, Tuscon, etc. were all to expensive if we were to hop on a plane tomorrow.

If classes are in fact cancelled, it looks like James may be heading over to the homestead. I have key lime pie in the fridge and a well stocked bar. What more could a boy ask for in a natural disaster?

 
After James and I spent a good deal of time trying to find some place that was affordable to evacuate to (read: what bloggers do we ant to meet?) Sadly, New York, San Francisco, Denver, Tuscon, etc were all to expensive if we were to hop on a plane tomorrow.

If classes are in fact cancelled, it looks like James may be heading over to the homestead. I have key lime pie in the fridge and a well stocked bar. What more could a boy ask for in a natural disaster?